#I don’t see a resemblance 😎

[luffyvace]

Hi I just wanted to say I love ur sm and I'm so glad to have found ur blog <333

It so hard to find a someone to write form tdlosk<3 (the author reader)

I had a cute though if it the came in my mind when reading the P2(?) Of it, Reader friend to show his approval of reader and saiki when he released his newest chapter in some of panel in the background there is this couple who is closely looks like reader and saiki or if there scene where there is desserts the most will stand out is a coffee jelly w Reader fav dessert and along with words of "coffee jelly and f/d are the finest together" (f/d = favorite dessert)

Sorry if I talked ur ear off I just wanted to rent this thought of mine ^^

Have a good day!

AWW YOUR SO SWEEEEEET!! TYSM DARLING <33 I agree I don’t see very many!!

AHHH THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! That’s absolutely adorable I starting smiling so hard while typing this‼️💖

…………………..♡♡♡……………….

When you were reading your friend’s latest chapter you saw he drew a couple in that background resembled your appearance and had two thingys sticking out a guy’s head and glasses

you instantly knew it was you two!! (Especially with saiki’s limiters LOL)

freaking out, you and immediately ran to Saiki to show him 😭💓💓

he probably already noticed if he read the book before you

”KUSUO LOOK!! Looklooklook!- my author friend put us in the latest chapter!!!”

”yeah, I know I saw, he put us in the manga :)”

”that’s so ADORABLE 💞💞”

”I’m so happy! I’ve gotta thank him!”

you called your friend and barely gave him a chance to speak as you bursted with appreciation over the phone

he tells you he thought you and Saiki were a cute couple from when you introduced them to each other

so he got the spontaneous idea to put you two in his book!!

he explained that although it looked like you were just standing there with hearts over your heads (<3) you two were coming back from a dessert date!!

In a flash there was a smile on your face as you ran over to Kusuo once again to relay the message

he was rather fond of it considering that means he was eating coffee jelly 😎

”dang now he wants some..”

there was another scene where the main character passed a bakery and the items on sale in the window were coffee jelly and f/d!!!

the poster even read “coffee jelly and f/d are the finest together!~”

AWWWW SO CUTE!!

your shaking Kusuo and jumping up and down as you tell him about it!

he just sits there and lest it all happen with a faint smile 💖

he’s happy too of course

but your (literally) jumping with joy

often times after your friend finishes a chapter

you know how authors do that thing where they would put little doodles or facts at the end?

yeah he puts little chibi sketches of you and Kusuo doing cute couple stuff

one chapter will be chibi’s of you two holding hands

The next is you two on a date eating coffee jelly and f/d

it absolutely warms your heart 😭💝💝

you rant to Kusuo, your friends, your family, your author friend- EVERYBODY each time he does it

its so sweet of him!!

one time you put a detailed sketch of your author friend at the end of your chapter and he appreciated it so much!!

now it’s sorta just a back and forth thing between you two :3

This was such an adorable concept 😊💖

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🏌️‍♀️

:3 (LOL)

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #saiki k fandom #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki #saiki kusuo #saiki k #kusuo saiki #tdlosk #saiki headcanons #saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #cute prompts #fluffy prompts #fluff prompts #fluffy #adorable #tysm #tysm <3 #tysm for the support #tysm for the ask! #thank you so much #you guys are the best #thank you for the submission! #thank you for your time #thank you anon

[accio-victuuri]

in ZZ’s nars livestream he was holding a drawing that was provided by the production team. it’s not his creation by any means but cpfs will clown at everything because that’s how we roll. 😎

First is the way it’s drawn is similar to how WYB drew him back in 2018. The face shape and even the eyes. I’m not an artist so I don’t know if this is some basic drawing template that’s why it turned out like this. However, putting it side by side, I can definitely see it.

Second is some of the drawing’s features resemble WYB. The eyes with the long lashes, brows and face shape. What a coincidence! ✨

PERSONALLY, I AM LIVING FOR THE MEMES! turtles placing stuff in that frame. 😂😂😂😂

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #I LIVE FOR THE MEMES!!!!!!!!!

[rui-drawsbox]

I’m back on my bullshit 😔. (This got real long as I was writing it so I had to add the keep reading thing for everyone’s sake)

so… Mika as a bit of a villain, a bit of an evildooer, a bit of a malicious man. Would he transform like the magical knights or would he have to manually change outfits? Cuz I doubt that he would just go out without covering his face or disguising himself. If he has powers I would assume he gets his own special form, like an evil magical girl lmao.

Also, I was thinking about Bingus 💀. Mostly the actual threat he could pose to the magical knights. He feels like the type to use henchmen/an army of mindless henchmen, like an army of living dolls.

So, Mika’s powers, if he has em. Personally I don’t know whether he would, he could just be real good in a scrap or have powers given to him by Shu, or he could have magic of his own. If he did have magic of his own I feel like it would be something he didn’t really know to use before Shu got involved with him.

On the topic of Mika’s powers (again), I’m not sure what they would be exactly. I have a couple ideas, shadow manipulation, some kind of physical enhancement thing that lets him fight on past the point of serious injury and do physical feats that shouldn’t be possible (like bending his spine in ways it shouldn’t, or lifting cars and shit like that), or bringing plushies to life, or something to do with crows. Idk man, he has so many options but being a villain and all means he can have more than one to make him threatening : D (I’m getting tempted to write 😔)

Also what weapon would he use? I feel like he’d wield something unconventional, like a chainsaw or those giant pairs of scissors that you see in anime. Alternatively he could wield something graceful like a lance or spear (maybe one that resembles a big sewing needle ✨). Plus with the reach that the spear would have it would make him more menacing, especially in a fight against people wielding swords (cough cough the knights). Either way he’d be terrifying in a fight, I can just feel it. He’s so pathetic but if you hand him a weapon he’s fucking scary. (I really want to draw him lmao)

ALSO JUST HAD A THOUGHT!!! Shu and Mika fighting together could be really cool cuz if Mika has that body enhancement power where he can be injured beyond what’s possible for a normal human and still fight Shu could manipulate him like a doll to fight viciously. I have fight scene ideas in my head. Like straight up angsty shit tbh.

maybe Mika doesn’t know Arashi is a magical knight, and after he finds out he doesn’t want to fight her anymore but Shu pushes him on and actively makes him fight with like his powers or something. Puppet master Shu <<<333

losing my mind rn, anyways Mika screaming and crying while being forced to actively fight Arashi <<33 let him cry 😎 (I love Mika so much but like I want to see him crying sometimes)

Also Shu regretting his actions after realizing how torn up Mika is (emotionally, not just physically for once) after fighting Arashi. Shu redemption arc? Nah, that’s for season two, he’s a villain, he’s gonna double down on his shitty behavior by internalizing all of this and pushing Mika away while yelling excuses to get Mika to leave. Like calling him broken or useless because he knows it will get Mika to leave him. 🫠 I love writing too much, angst specifically.

also Mika bonding with knights at school before the reveal and seeing them as his first actual friends and companions outside of Shu. I feel like that would be really cute.

back to the girl boss and her friends cuz I’ve talked about Mika enough for now.

ARASHI AND KNIGHTS NOT BEING FRIENDS BEFORE ALL THIS BULLSHIT (except Ritsu, girlies gotta be girlies ya know?) AND BONDING OVER ALL OF THIS SHIT AND GROWING TO CARE ABOUT EACHOTHER LIKE A REAL FAMILY.

they should go sing karaoke together with Mika.

also just them doing domestic stuff together in general. Like having a movie night or cooking together.

ALSO, ya know how a lot of magical girl shows have like second forms or power ups that get revealed around the mid season, and how these are sometimes locked behind character based trials? Like, some character development has to happen first before the character can start using this more powerful magic?

I’ve been thinking. 😔 still don’t have words for these thoughts tho so I’ll be back.

Mika should unlock his true magical knight form, when.. OH HOLY SHIT HE COUKD BE LJKE A DARK KNIGHT, WAIT OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS THOUGHT!!! Back to what I was saying, he could unlock his true magical knight form after he leave Shu and, and! Decides to forgive him and actively starts working with the knights to save Shu from himself. Now that I’m thinking on it more, I feel like this would be more of a self actualization thing for mika. He’s finally making a decision for himself, and it goes against Shu’s wishes completely. Maybe he could get his actual powers in a burst of righteous fury over one of Shu’s self destructive actions :):):) broseph should grab that pretty boy by the collar and scream at him for once. It would do Shu some good to be yelled at occasionally, humble him.

I’m gonna shut the fuck up now. Arashi’s super magical girl form should be queen related cuz she’s the queen of knights, yada yada, I need to continue unpacking my stuff from my recent move, so I’m done opening my skull like a trap door and pouring the contents into your ask box for now.

I’ll be back (assume the tone was menacing, like an old wizard who speaks of the end times)

Your au is so fucking cool btw, thank you for the brain worms :):):)

Replying this took way more time than i thought because turns out i cant think in words lmao, so i sketched all the ideas i got from this in my free time the past days ksbxk

Starting with Mika and weapons! (And other's weapons but mainly Mika)

Yea hes pathetic but also the biggest menace with a weapon. At first i thought about double swords or some fact double weapon (u can see i recently watched the puss in boots movie) but i also like the idea of showing how inhumanly strong he is with his weapon, so a Claymore! A Big ass sword that is weird not being scared of getting closer! Im talking about his henchemen moment, because after all his redemption arc i feel like giving him a more futuristic spear, kind of like a sewing needle yea (i didn't drew that cuz i thought about It after but u get It?)

Now designs! My favorite parts! Henchemen!Mika:

An easy to fix/change-specific-parts uniform! Provided by his boss!

I honestly think he would not be completly human, mabye a genetically modified one or entirely artificial. I mean, if Knights are getting their powers from some random alien why not artificial people? I like the idea of his body being like a wooden doll, those which all their joints are joined by an elastic inside the body (or reference dolls for artists if is easier to search?), so he could stretch/broke his bones all he wants without worrying, besides, if his skin is hurt badly Shu would "heal" It for the sake of his incognito mode!

After redemption!Mika:

Dont focus in the colors--I'll fix It when i make everyone's outfits in digital skdjjs

Futuristic! Neon! Transparent parts of clothing! Bold shapes! Mika is now a brand new person, letting behind his heavy past focused on obedience to live his own life! In part thats why i wanted to give this version of him a spear, because its a lot more lighter than the Claymore and can be used a lot more freely!

Now the rest of Knights designs! Ritsu, Leo and Tsukasa:

(Tsukasa sword is in the wrong hand but lets ignore that)

Ritsu's skirt is really puffy, mainly because It makes me think its extremely comfy and soft like a cloud should feel! His cape is in the right side so It won't bother when using his sword

Leo skirt is parted at the side so he isnt limited by the cloth when fighting, talking about that! I gave him two swords mainly because hes ambidextrous but also because he gives me messy figther vibes, specially having fun when is surrounded

Tsukasa always gave me the most classical knight vibes, so he has the most simplest but not less elegant outfit! Really, search Female Knight and at least in the first five images there's someone with a similar skirt/naked legs

Now with some random ideas: i would LOVE the idea of Knights adopting Mika after he's dumped by Shu, It would be like Arashi taking care two times at week, the others one day at week and the free day they do a sleepover all together! It would be like that until him and Shu make up in the second season lmao. And yes It would be a heavy angst, the series starts with Arashi learning how to be a Magical Girl and making friends along the way and then It finish being super dramatic and sad. The only thing that could recover watchers from the finale is the classic outro where It shows everyone's getting along, Shu being scolded by Mika for being rude to someone and the final image is the graduation photo with everyone showing their diplomas and jumping like the good ol' Friends they are JWJDJJA

But no yea, come back anytime, i love reading all your ideas for the au! Theyre very creative and is super fun to imagine all the situations you describe!

#rui draw smth #enstars #ensemble stars #rui thinks loudly #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #leo tsukinaga #tsukasa suou #ritsu sakuma #(omg magical girl arashi) #enstars magical knights au

[dirtyvulture]

😎 I have had this idea kicking around in my head what if wolverine R had a high society boy that she was friends with and both of their families were close business partners. It wasn’t uncommon for the high society families/ businesses partners to arrange marriages with their children back then or to have their children meet regularly in the summers/ winters with the hope and expectations of their children to marry one day. I don’t think that R was in a arranged ( though R’s mother might have suggested it but R’s Father denied it) marriage but in a situation where She and this boy were to meet regularly in the summer/ winters growing up with the hope and expectation that they would one day marry . That when R came of age in her season introduction to high society that the boy would be one of the top suitors coming to call upon the Howlett’s to court R .

The boy’s name Quincy  Morris Jr but he went by “ Kit” Morris ……. When R was annoyed with him she called him Kitten . It was also because he called her “ princess” or “little song bird” ( many other names) . Both she and Kit were skinny and  scrawny little kids , he was a couple of years older then her( like two to three years older) . He was always a bit taller ( it was barely noticeable that height difference, maybe an inch or two) than R as well. Kit is from America and the two were always shooting off letters back and forth. When they were together they were always getting into trouble and mischief, they would run around and play all kinds games that they made up. Doing all the things that they ( Her mother and the more sticker for the rules stuff) didn’t want R to do because she was frail and sickly or it wasn’t deemed lady like . He fell for r being in love with R before he even knew what love was, R cared deeply about him and he was her friend. R loved him but never knew what kind of love she had for Kit . He always told R that he WILL MARRY R and R rolled her eyes telling him “ Yeah sure … when you tower over me in height and you get all big and strong like a ox .” Kit looked at her seriously one day sitting by the lake at the Howlett estate telling her that they WOULDN’T make R’s parents mistakes, R wouldn’t be like her cold mother and Kit will love her with everything he has . Kit would make her happy.

The  adventure book that wolverine R loves that had the character that R would get that name of YN from and that she would change her name from Jane Howlett to YN , that came from Kit as it was a gift for her birthday. R took the name of the book character because she loved that character, longed for adventure of her own and to conceal her own identity ( everything that I had mentioned about this before) but also because she wanted a tie to her dear friend. Kit and his family were due to visit a little bit after that night that R’s mutation hit and both were so excited to see the other but never will again. Kit and his family found the aftermath telling the police, Kit’s heart broke at the fact that was no trace of R ( then Jane Howlett ) but never stopped looking for R . I think she ran to America was subconsciously looking for the morris family ( more specifically Kit) for safety and comfort like she always did. ( Important side note Jane Howlett was never suspected of murder or was a person of interest. She was just a missing person .)

Then nearly two centuries later R is in walking the halls of Charles  Xavier school and out of the corner of her eye R keeps seeing a tall blonde man that bares a striking resemblance to ….. someone . R can’t quite put her finger on it and it’s driving her up the wall and VERY TIME she looks at the man head on he is NEVER THERE!!!!!! R just stakes her head , maybe she is just seeing ghosts or echoes of the past. Maybe she is just tired , after all she has been sleeping very lately after all.

I will leave Sharing the information that Kit was always very protective over R their whole lives, always wanting her safe and happy .

The name Kit didn't sound familiar to me and even though I googled it...were you trying to base him off of an existing character?

I can't keep up with all the characters sometimes...who are you referring to in the present timeline that looks like this Kit guy?

#😎 anon #vulture answers #darkest knight au

[the-cannibal]

hiya again! i would like to request a matchup, specifically for scream i'm CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH IT!! i'm bisexual so i'm ok getting matched up with male or female. i can be a little awkward and shy when i'm around strangers, mostly because i don't know what to say and i don't want to make a fool out of myself. if you stick around long enough that awkwardness and shyness goes away and i act like my true self. i'm always there for my loved ones and if they ever need help with something or need advice or to rant, i'm there to help or to listen! i usually comfort people by making them laugh or if they need a hug i'll give them one! i'm a pretty funny girl if i do say so myself 😎 i love coming up with cute and silly nicknames for my loved ones and they're more than welcomed to give me one back! as for affection, i usually go with my partner wants. if they're not that affectionate that's ok with me, but if they're super affectionate i try to be the same. i'm a laid-back person and i like to mind my own business most of the time, so i'd hate to get into fights or into confrontations, but if it's to defend my loved ones then i'll beat your ass. but if i get into a really bad argument with a friend or something i might start crying and that's just SOOOO embarrassing, because like why am i crying????? my top hobby is listening to music, i just love music there's a song for everything, so when i'm upset or mad i usually listen to music and that helps me. my fav genres are rock (oasis, blur, red hot chili peppers my beloveds <3), pop, kpop and mexican music. i'm definitely the type make playlists for my friends and partner with songs that remind me of them. i also like reading and looking for movies that i haven't watched and seem interesting. when it comes to horror movies i prefer to watch it with someone since i get easily scared but i still keep watching lmao. a horror movie i refuse to watch is chucky because he just seems so scary 😭😭 and i've had a nightmare about a possessed doll before so no thank youuu. i'm 5'5 and i kinda resemble a rabbit because of my teeth and cheeks. i think this is getting too long, so i stop right here. thank you in advance lovely ♡

YOUR SCREAM OBSESSION IS SO VALID ITS SUCH A GOOD MOVIES OMG

I was stuck between two characters to match you up with because omg they both would be so good with you!

But I ended up pairing you with…

Billy Loomis!

Someone to listen to him, comfort him, and offer advice is honestly exactly what this boy needs (plus some therapy bUT HEYYYY ITS FINEEEE-)

This boy would adore your silly little jokes. I mean cmon his best friend is Stu, so don’t be afraid to make some dumb jokes! He might make some back at you (but he honestly prefers to listen to yours rather than tell his own)

He is mixed on nicknames. On one hand he loves it when you call him your baby, love, honey, whatever. He sees it as you showing your love to him! On the other hand he gets very confused when you call him your “little meow meow” or “baby girl”… but I mean he won’t stop you. Not because he finds it funny and likes it or anything… he does

He isn’t the most affectionate person in public. The most he would do would be simple stuff such as hand holding, wrapping an arm around each other, or having you sit on his lap. So the fact that you respect that means so much to him :) but in private this boy is a clingy koala so be prepared for that

You two definitely have gotten into spitting matches with other people because y’all are so passionate in defending each other. That chill laid back personality you have MELTS -away for your man and it gets him SWOONING

And of course he is there to comfort you, wipe your tears away, and praise you while rocking back and forth and pressing gentle kissing on your shoulders

Oh as soon as you mention you like horror and prefer to watch it with someone he has made it an unofficial rule that HE is the one you watch them with. Bro is a bit dramatic and if you watch them with someone else he is lowkey kinda hurt. (But don’t worry he isn’t actually mad or anything, he’s just a baby, BUT WE LOVE HIM)

Be prepared for him to sneak up and startle you when he finds out horror can easily scare you.

But also be prepared for him to hold you and whisper comforting words when you have nightmares. Big strong Billy won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.

#slasher x reader #cannibals writing requests #cannibals matchups #matchups #slasher matchup #slasher matchups #horror movies #scream #scream x reader #Billy loomis x reader #Billy loomis #ghostface #ghostface x reader

[apoptoses]

"honestly the most distressing thing about making creative works is that the thing you’re really proud of is never what resonates with your audience, and the thing you feel like you just slapped together ends up a hit" wait don't tell me!!! Is this about Apotheosis? Girl that was a masterpiece, I'm still recovering. It's been a very busy couple of days and it took me a while to be able to finish it but I have so. many. THOTS. But before I get into that, if this is watersports 2.0 (which I still love with every inch of my heart) in that people aren't responding to it as enthusiastically as they have to some of your other stuff... I can't dsjssk the prose is fucking insane, it's all fucking insane!!! @ everyone please do yourself a favor and go read this!!!

First, loved the title. Killed it as usual.

Ngl, initially I was mostly going to focus on Daniel’s monsterfucking tendencies and his depravity and Armand enabling his ass and helping him make a mess in his pants at church and how this fandom needs more church porn (all things considered) but then halfway through I had a fucking revelation lmao, and once it hit me I couldn’t stop.

Like I said, a masterpiece, I don’t even know where to begin! Armand-not-Armand whispering behind Daniel’s ear was the perfect blend of unsettling and hot. Calling him a child in the same way he was called a child. So vivid and bizarre and unnatural. It made me wonder just how much Armand shared with Daniel in such a way, how much he let him see. My guess is that… Daniel saw more than enough djdhdjssj, and Armand even made a point to remind him on the plane that once he turned him, he would never share his visions with him again. How much did he show him? How much did he reveal about himself when he chose to comunicate with Daniel like this? I had never really thought about their relationship in these terms (not beyond them communicating through the mind gift at least, and what happened with their shared dreams of the twins but that was part of a much bigger thing), but it was an undeniable part of it, and you explored it in a way that felt so perfectly Ricean. Unsettling, hot, so full of possibilities. Like, Daniel being devoured like the woman at the theater, and the vampire drinking from Daniel’s thigh in the vision, was it meant to resemble Alessandra? Insanity! 🥹

“Daniel Molloy was never going to be canonized a saint, the only god he knows is the dead thing on the kneeler at his side. There’s no more down hill from here.” Yes bb we have arrived! Welcome to rock bottom 😎

This is unlike anything you’ve written imo, and I’d be so so down for more joint depraved visions and Armand sharing what might or might not be memories, pieces of his own history and recreations of his past disguised as filthy fantasies in order to torment his lover, bring them closer together and ultimately doom them both. You’re a genius I stg!!! xoxo DA ❤️

Ahhhh thank you DA 😭 I have this persistent worry that low feedback = the thing I tried to do didn't telegraph and as much as I like risk taking I can't help but wonder when the risks pay off.

But like they're not in a happy place in this fic so maybe that's the problem lol I usually have them so loving but being dragged to mass, forced to sit and listen to Good Friday sermons on death and resurrection and ever lasting life- Daniel would be hanging by a thread! He's sitting beside the person who can give him that but is denying him and he can't talk to anyone about it! And Armand won't talk to him about why and won't share his past! Of course he ends up crabby and snippy even at the end.

Re: the visions, I had this really strong intention that this is a variation on something that happened to Armand when he was taken to the cult. Not in an actual church, maybe, but he's blending himself with his memory of Santino here and creating a version of his own experience for Daniel. So absolutely that was Allessandra, that was sometimes Santino holding him up, some of those were words Armand himself heard.

And to me that puts his performance at the theater for Louis into perspective. Because people have caught on that this is also a repeat of that, but maybe not drawn the conclusion that the theater scene came from something even further in the past.

And YEAH I think a lot about what memories Armand might have twisted around and shown Daniel, that Daniel might have written off as straight up fantasies crafted for him until much much later. Or what acts he replayed with him without telling him it was something he experienced. I think Daniel learned a lot about him without even realizing it.

[...] you explored it in a way that felt so perfectly Ricean. Unsettling, hot, so full of possibilities. <- This is the best compliment ever 😭😭😭 That's all I wanted to do!! I will be treasuring this message forever!!!

and god YEAH we need so much more church porn, these are the most weirdo religious books and weirdo religious vampires, we deserve smutty blasphemy!!

But thank you, you always come through with something so nice and insightful every time I'm pressed about my work, how could I live without you ♥

#apoptoses answers

[bangtanintotheroom]

AJ!!!! Could I request #4 from the fluff list with Yoongi please???

Yes you can, enjoy! 😎💖

• Pairing: Yoongi x (F)Reader

• Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship

• Rating: PG

• Words: 732

• Summary: You convince your boyfriend to let you indulge in his long locks before they disappear.

• Prompt: #4 “Can I play with your hair?” (fluff)

• Warnings/themes: Yoongi with longer hair from the bday Vlive 😫, reader playing hairstylist, Yoongi with a ponytail?, Yoongi with buns??, Yoongi with pigtails???, lots of cute hair accessories, just fluffy goodness 🎀

• Notes: Thank you for your request @captainorangegoose ! I already had an idea as soon as I got this but then I saw long haired Yoongi from the recent Vlive and decided to go full throttle 😆 Didn’t think I’d be uploading two fics for his birthday but my man only deserves the best 🥳💕 Thank you to @herecomessatvrn for the title suggestion, ya girl was strugglin 💖

“Can I play with your hair?”

Yoongi was no stranger to having you rake your hands through his hair so he thought nothing of saying yes to your request. He had no idea you’d take it this far, though.

“Baby, how much longer are you going to do this for?”

“Mm, just a few more minutes,” you answered his grumble with a hum as your fingers formed the locks into yet another style of your choosing.

Yoongi sighed. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”

“Look, just one more style and then I’ll leave you alone, promise!”

Your boyfriend didn’t know how to say no to you so all he could do was shake his head and remain still.

He hadn’t gotten a haircut in months, causing the strands to brush his cheeks and nearly cover the entirety of his neck. It was kind of bothering him but he could never find the time to book an appointment between concert preparations, writing music and spending time with you. Luckily, he was able to squeeze one in before rehearsals tomorrow afternoon, ready to have the pesky hair out of his way.

But when Yoongi gave you the news, you reacted like he told you your puppy had died.

You were becoming attached to his long locks, loving how they framed his soft cheeks. His bedhead was wilder than ever and you may have snuck a couple of pics to save for future lockscreens. And seeing him push it back whenever he had to focus on work? You were loving all of it so it sucked when he told you that he was getting a haircut tomorrow. But you quickly came up with a plan to indulge in his hair for a little longer.

Said plan involved you coming up to him in the Genius Lab with a bag of various hair ties and clips hiding behind your back, asking if you could play with his hair while he worked.

Yoongi was none the wiser until he felt a tension on his scalp, frowning as he paused his hands on the keyboard. He asked you what you were doing, leading you to fess up that you wanted to do more than run your fingers through his hair. You held a red and white polka-dotted hair tie in front of his face to emphasize it. Unsurprisingly, he gave in with a shrug, going back to creating tunes on his keyboard while you worked your magic.

So far, you gave your boyfriend a simple ponytail, a half-up, half-down ponytail, a couple of braids scattered throughout and two little buns on top (you purposefully made them pointed to resemble cat ears), making sure to take a picture of each one before moving on.

“Y/N, you’re acting like my hair is never long enough to do this.”

“Hush, it’s not the same. Seriously, when have you ever had it this long?”

Yoongi hummed. “Maybe back in high school?”

You sighed, tightening one of the elastics on the top of his head. “See, you don’t even sound sure about it. It’s your hair though so it’s your call–” An exaggerated sniffle came out. “Just know that it will be sorely missed!”

Your boyfriend chuckled, reaching a hand up to pat your arm. “There, there, at least you’ll have the memories.”

You giggled at his reassurance before rummaging in the bag to grab another hair tie. You decided to go a little extra with this last style, remembering that you had a special clip in there that would be perfect for him. Once you finished securing everything, you stepped back and clapped in triumph.

“All done!”

Yoongi sat up a little straighter now, reaching for his phone before turning the camera on. Once he reversed it and caught an eyeful of what you did, his eyes widened.

You had put most of his hair up into four separate pigtails, each tied up with bow-shaped hair ties of varying colors. You left part of his bangs out and attached snap clips close to his scalp but what caught his full attention was the one above them all. A black cat-shaped one with its smiling face etched in gold.

“What do you think?”

Yoongi’s lips twitched before a gummy smile formed on his face. Maybe he could let you do a few more hairstyles for the rest of the night.

“It’s perfect.”

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The Spider’s Vow | p.b.p.

Pairing: mutated/spidery!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Excerpt: “From what little you’d seen of him, he looked younger than expected, and you would’ve been lying if you said he wasn’t quite good looking, with his brown hair tied back neatly, a sharp jawline and dark eyes. That was the information you had gathered, and at the moment you had no interest in finding out more. You would’ve had plenty of time to look at his face. The rest of your lives, to be precise. So why rush it?”

Word count: 16.118k

Warnings: English not being my first language, angst, fluff, smut, mentions of blood, spidery!Peter, Tom!Peter (aged up, of course)

A/n: ... this might be the weirdest thing I’ve ever written in my entire life. If you thought Sing My Love To You was unusual, you better buckle up for this one... pls don’t blame me, blame my stupid dreams. But yeah, with this, I’m starting to write for Tom!Peter, too. I have another thing planned for him for an upcoming event... and then Unscripted will be back at full force 😎💪

The Spider and the Butterfly Masterlist

Peter Parker Masterlist

General Masterlist

It all felt like a blur.

Voices overlapped with meaningless questions, figures moved around you, hands tended at your clothes and hair, the countless maidens coming and going from your room, bringing stuff in and taking other stuff out, guiding you, moving you like you were a life-size doll of the most precious kind.

A life-size doll…

Ever since your parents had given you the joyful announcement, without even bothering to wait for you to step foot inside the castle after so many years spent overseas, that was exactly how you had been feeling. You knew that they had summoned you back for one reason and one reason alone.

The ceremony hadn’t been particularly worthy of note, at least from your point of view, the heavy veil decorated with freshwater pearls and golden threads covering your face barely allowing you to see where you were going, let alone your surroundings… or the face of your husband.

He hadn’t kissed you after the pronunciation of your vows, he’d just put a ring on your finger, thrown his cloak over your shoulders, and called it a day, escorting you out of the church with the veil still hiding your face.

To be completely honest, you had preferred it that way.

It was during the excessively lavish banquet that you’d finally gotten the chance to see what he looked like. Everyone would’ve expected you, a newlywed bride, to be happy and unbelievably inpatient for that moment, but you observed him tiredly, distractedly, your sole motivation being that you simply wanted to associate a vague face to the name.

From what little you’d seen of him, he looked younger than expected, and you would’ve been lying if you said he wasn’t quite good looking, with his brown hair tied back neatly, a sharp jawline and dark eyes. That was the information you had gathered, and at the moment you had no interest in finding out more. You would’ve had plenty of time to look at his face. The rest of your lives, to be precise. So why rush it?

Lord Parker. The Spider.

You considered it a cruel joke to break your heart even more. You had dreamed of this for so long. Ever since you were a child. Marrying Lord Parker, living in that castle with him. The most perfect fairy-tale. Too bad he wasn’t your Lord Parker. He might’ve resembled him, which was even worse, but he wasn’t him.

Even the entire celebration had felt like being thrown headfirst into a sea of sensations you couldn’t handle.

Red and blue, purple and gold, the colours of your now joined Houses blossomed in your vision, the usually delicate fragrance of lilies – which, being your favourite flowers, had been used to adorn the already rich hall in your honour – was stronger than usual and filled your nostrils aggressively, the music you would’ve loved to dance to, along with the cheerful laughter, the greetings, resounded in your ears like a void sound.

The general happiness you should’ve been the first to experience was surrounding you, spinning around you, but never touching you.

Apparently – and quite surprisingly – your husband had sensed your discomfort, granting you permission to retire to your quarters if you were in need of some silence and tranquillity. Those were the only words he had spoken to you during the whole evening, the never-ending series of guests coming to your table to offer their gifts and best wishes making it quite difficult to strike up a conversation.

Not that you were particularly looking forward to it.

And now, there you were, sitting in front of the fireplace in what remained of your wedding gown, the heaviest layer having already been removed, a pair of nimble hands carefully unlacing the back of your tunic, and a bowl of grapes in your lap.

Feeling observed, you took a look around the room, until you found two big brown eyes staring at you curiously.

Studying you attentively, clumsily hidden behind a pillar, was a little girl, barefoot and with her hair down, a white nightgown down to her calves, the elaborate lace interlaced with a red ribbon around the neckline an index of her status and identity.

The little Lady Morgan, you figured.

Her existence wasn’t a mystery to you, you had been informed that Lord Parker had taken a protégé under his wing. Or rather, under his web, as the people liked to say. Because what else could people say about the Spider?

You silently beckoned her, inviting her to sit next to you on the cushions, offering her some of the grapes you hadn’t touched yet.

She carefully extended a hand to take one, but as soon as she did, a harsh voice came from behind you. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, Morgan?”

A tall, Junoesque woman was towering over you both, with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face. You recognized her immediately: Audra.

Among such a great number of unmarried girls destined to your service, she was the only exception. Not only a mother, but already a widow. She wasn’t old, being still in her thirties, and her beauty held such an elegant, mature charm that it made you feel like a little child.

It was clear that she was in charge of all the other girls, also because of the fact that she was the only one in control of her own emotions: each one of them, no exception, was either trying their best to hold back tears, or sobbing in the most discrete way possible.

When being asked why, their sole response had been an apology and nothing else.

The child promptly straightened her back, placing her folded hands in her lap. “I was… but I couldn’t sleep…” She looked at you with doe eyes. “It’s always so boring!”, she complained, trying to get you on her side. “I was at the ceremony, but I’m never invited to these feasts!”

“Because you’re too little”, Audra replied curtly. “Now, stop bothering the Lady and go back to your chambers before I drag you there by the ear.”

“It’s fine”, you chipped in. “She’s not bothering me. I think we can let her stay until…” You stopped mid-sentence, realizing once again that you had no idea of what was waiting for you. Until what? “… while I get ready.”

“Are you sure, M’lady?”, the woman asked you, her stern look cracking a bit to reveal a worried expression. “Morgan is a child…”

“I’m some sort of a child myself”, you chuckled bitterly, humourlessly. “I don’t think I know more than she does.”

“Know about what?”, Morgan questioned, her eyes bouncing between you and Audra, waiting for an answer.

“Nothing important, young Lady”, you shook your head, putting on your most convincing smile. “I’m certain you have far more interesting things to tell me. Morgan, is it?”

She nodded happily, and it felt nice to finally see a smile in what, except for Audra and you, resembled a vale of tears.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m y/n.”

Morgan kept you company throughout the whole process, as your maidens undressed you, bathed you, fixed your hair, more or less like they had in the morning.

One ceremony gone. Another one to go.

She told you all about herself, even the things that you already knew. But you let her talk anyways. It was clear that she was excited of finally having someone who actually listened to her. You knew the feeling all too well.

The only thing she told you very little about was Lord Parker. Your husband. Frankly, you were not complaining. The less you thought about him, the better: it wasn’t like your situation could be improved by any kind of information, so you could only wish for this whole pathetic ordeal to be over soon.

“Audra doesn’t like him”, she whispered in your ear. “But don’t trust her: he is very nice. He lets me call him ‘brother’ and has been taking care of me ever since mom and dad left…” Her lips pressed into a thin line, a hint of sadness obscuring her eyes for a moment. “You know, back when I was little.”

“You’re still little”, Audra corrected her.

Morgan frowned at the older woman, but then turned her attention back to you, showing you her fingers and whispering: “I’m ten!”.

Once they were done drying you up, they put you in a shift, the white fabric so fragile and ethereal it gave you the impression that even the smallest movement could rip it to pieces. Taking a quick look at your reflection in the mirror, you saw that it was almost transparent, too.

You had never worn anything so… revealing, the only thing preventing it from falling down your arms being the thin ribbons pathetically disguised as shoulder straps. All it would take was one tug and…

Well, my beloved husband will be pleased.

You grimaced at the thought, grabbing your robe and hastily throwing it on, shielding yourself with that barrier of violet silk. The fabric wasn’t that much heavier, but it was better than nothing. You knew it was silly, but it gave you a sense of protection.

It was your favourite colour, the elegant golden embroidery on your large sleeves and along your hem depicting lilies and butterflies, the symbols of your Home.

When you stepped out from behind the painted screen, tying the knot at your waist with trembling hands, Morgan interrupted her story about her most recent fencing lesson, a delighted yelp leaving her lips.

“You look so pretty!”, she exclaimed, clapping her hands and jumping to her feet to run up to you. “Are those butterflies?” She wondered, fingertips tracing the figure on your sleeve. “My brother will be very happy: he loves butterflies!”

How lovely…

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, knowing that the poor thing meant no harm with that comment. “Thank you, Morgan.”

“May I come with you?”, she asked you, the simple question shocking you when you realized what she was implying. But before you could respond, Audra anticipated you.

“No.”

Morgan ignored her, keeping her pleading eyes on you. “Just for a moment. I want to say hello to–”

“I said no!”

The scream echoed in the big room, freezing everyone on their spot, the voices dying out, a deadly silence replacing them. Morgan was the one who broke it with a gut-wrenching sigh, as her eyes watered with tears.

You gave Audra a nasty look, which left her totally unfazed, then knelt down to face the little girl, who was now sobbing uncontrollably.

“Will you give me a hug?”, you asked her, opening your arms, and she didn’t need to be told twice, throwing her arms around your neck.

You caressed her hair, gently shushing her whimpers and trying to comfort her, the same way you would’ve needed your parents to comfort you on that atrocious day, years ago.

“W-what do you mean he…” Your voice was shaking, your vision growing blurry because of the tears. “No… no, you cannot be serious.”

Completely unfazed by your pain, your father eyed you sternly, disgusted by such an unladylike display of emotions. “Unfortunately, I am, dear. We wouldn’t have come here just to lie to you.”

“H-how did it–”

“Does it really matter?”, your mother intervened, placing a hand on your shoulder, but not a single ounce of solace came from that.

You remained quiet, still shaking your head, still not believing it.

“Oh please, y/n!”, she continued, this time with an exasperated tone. “Don’t act so surprised: that miserable boy has been sick his whole life.”

“He had no chance”, your father shrugged, like he was talking about the weather.

Your mother nodded at his words. “It was bound to happen.”

Another cruel stab, delivered so carelessly and yet hurting like hell. Straight faces stared back at you in total indifference, like you hadn’t just received the most terrible news.

Your father’s disgust turned to irritation. “For God’s sake, she looks like a widow mourning her husband. Make her stop, Louise. It’s indecent.”

“But… he promised…”

“Enough with the tears”, your mother waved her hand nonchalantly. “They will not bring him back from the dead, so why even bother?”

“And don’t even think of going back to England for the funeral. You wouldn’t make it in time. Besides, you still have much to learn here.”

Your heart sunk into your chest even more.

“I loved listening to all your stories”, you reassured the poor girl. “Would you do me the honour of joining me for breakfast tomorrow?”, you asked her, pulling back and placing your hands on her shoulders. “I want to know what happened after you and Lady Buttercup decided to play knights.”

Morgan sniffed loudly, drying her face with her sleeve. Her eyes were red and puffy, but at least she looked calmer.

She bit the inside of her cheek. “It’s a bit embarrassing, actually… Lady Buttercup ended up losing an eye. Daria had to replace it with another one. That’s why she has a blue eye and a green eye.”

“A battle scar! That’s very tough of her”, you replied in a marvelled tone. “Why don’t you bring her along?”

Her face lightened up in excitement, eyes twinkling like stars. “I will!”, she exclaimed. “Thank you!”

“Thank you, Lady Morgan”, you smiled, then bowed your head solemnly. “I shall see you tomorrow morning, then.”

Right as you were about to get up, the girl raised her hand, holding her little finger up. “Promise?”

You were twelve and about to leave England on the very next day.

Peter was holding you tight. Clinging to your body like he believed it could keep you there with him forever. The shoulder of your dress was wet, soaked with the tears he wasn’t even attempting to hold back. Not that you were doing any better.

“I’m going to miss you so much”, he sobbed.

You gently rubbed his shoulders, forgetting about your mother’s words regarding how you should never get too close to a man that wasn’t your husband. You didn’t care. Not when you were with Peter.

You would’ve let gladly him hold you like that in the middle of a crowded square, instead of behind a pillar in a scarcely lit room.

“I’m going to miss you more”, you gulped, the excessive blinking not enough to clear your vision. “But think that it will be over soon”, you tried to sound cheerful and positive. “I’ll come and visit you as soon as I’m back, and I’ll tell you everything about Venice. Everything will be the same again.”

His hair tickled your cheek, the movement making you understand that he was shaking his head. “It won’t.”

“You’re my Peter”, you stated firmly. “Nothing can change that.”

“You’ll forget me.”

“I’ll write to you every single day.”

“And you’ll come back as a true Lady”, he countered, like he hadn’t even heard you. “A Lady with a husband.”

Horror pumped through your veins with every syllable of that last sentence. You tightened your hold on him, trying to express how much you cared about him. How much you loved him. “No. I promise you that will not happen.”

You hated that your words couldn’t keep up with your thoughts and feelings, that everything you wanted to say overpowered you so effortlessly the moment you attempted to speak it into existence.

You were twelve and you hated it.

It made you feel so clueless. So stupid. So young.

“You should not make promises you cannot keep, y/n”, he mumbled.

“Fine.” You pushed him back by his shoulders, and then held him in place, forcing him to face you. “Then you promise me”, you demanded. “Promise that you’ll marry me. That you’ll be my Peter forever.”

Cheeks streaked with tears, Peter looked at you with a painful fondness. How could he ever promise that to you, when his own parents kept reminding him he wouldn’t live long enough to become a man?

He didn’t want to disappoint you. He didn’t want to lie to you.

He already hated himself enough for the stupid situation he had put you in. You were about to go to Venice, The Floating City you’d always dreamed of… and there he was, ruining this moment, instead of being happy for you.

Once again, the sick toad was holding the butterfly back.

“y/n…”

“Promise me, Peter.”

He couldn’t and he knew it.

No matter how much he wanted to, he wouldn’t have been there to wait for you on the day of your return. He wouldn’t have been there to kiss you for the first time. To tell you that he loved you.

This is our last goodbye, y/n…

But your eyes… how could he ever deny anything to your eyes? To you?

“I promise.”

“I promise.”

Hand in hand with Daria, a relieved and excited Morgan toddled out of your chambers after thanking you again and bidding you goodnight.

You observed her with a soft smile that, however, didn’t reach your eyes.

“You should not make promises you cannot keep”, Audra whispered in your ear as she passed right next to you.

It was as if everything in the World had stopped in that exact second.

Maybe not for everyone else, but certainly for you. The polychrome marble seemed to crack under your feet, the huge majestic fireplace was no longer enough to warm your room, allowing the cold to pierce through your soul.

Past broke into your present, shattering it with an unprecedented violence, and all you could do was gawk at her like you’d just received a slap across the face.

“This way, M’lady”, she simply told you, and you had no choice but to follow her.

You walked in silence for a while, making an exception your mother would’ve certainly complained about, and letting Audra precede you: etiquette made little to no sense when she was the one who actually knew where you had to go.

You were secretly thankful for that, taking the occasion to gather your thoughts and distract yourself. From what exactly, you didn’t really know.

Until Audra suddenly stopped in the middle of a hall and you almost bumped into her.

“What–”

“Pardon me for being so straightforward, M’lady.” She turned around to face you, eyebrows furrowed and creases appearing on her forehead. “But…” She took a quick look right and left to make sure no one was passing by or, even worse, following you. “Has your Lady Mother prepared you for… this?”

Embarrassed not only by the inappropriate question, but by the answer as well, you bit down on your lip, avoiding her gaze. “No”, you admitted. “She only told me that I must… be quiet and obey whatever my Lord husband commands.” You frowned while saying that, the idea making frustration bubble up in your stomach.

But, in all honesty, what else could you do?

Without warning, the woman gripped both your hands so tightly it almost hurt you. “Lay down. On your stomach if he lets you”, she instructed, making your jaw drop. “But if he wants you on your back, then be still and close your eyes. Make sure not to touch him in any way and, for the love of God, no matter what happens, what you hear or feel, or what he does to you, do not look at him.”

Fear, terror. There was nothing else you could see in the green of those eyes.

You tried to pull your hands from her grip, but she didn’t let you. “Why are you telling me this?”

“He’s a monster.”

For a few seconds, you were at loss for words, torn between wanting to believe her and needing to think she was only playing some kind of sick joke on you. “What do you mean? He seems very well-liked”, you then tried to reason with her when you regained your voice. “His people are happy and satisfied… they love him.”

You hadn’t been told much about him specifically, only that after the death of the rightful heir, he had been declared legitimate in order to take the place of his brother.

A desperate measure, your father had called it.

A rather common thing that shouldn’t have surprised anyone, was the way you preferred to describe it, despite the horrified expression on your mother’s face whenever the topic was mentioned during a conversation.

However, you had been instructed about his lands and subjects, and all the people you’d met had told you the same thing: that Lord Parker was a brave, fair, and good man.

“His people don’t share his bed”, she argued, disgust distorting her features on those last two words. “His people don’t know what he really is like behind closed doors. When the dark of the night favours him.”

Audra finally released your hands and you stepped back quickly, as if she had just burned you. You opened your mouth to reply, to say something… but nothing came out: your throat was too dry and your brain too filled with questions, your voice nowhere to be found.

“There’s a valid reason why all your maidens were crying. Why I didn’t allow the child to come with you, even for a moment”, she told you. “The poor thing loves him dearly…” Her words were equally as harsh as she spoke about Morgan, the disgust overpowering the affection she had for her.

You tightened your arms around you, clenching the purple fabric in your fists. What kind of a man was this new Lord Parker?

“… but she doesn’t know that her saviour, her so-called ‘brother’ is a monster who ruins everything he touches. I informed all the girls at your service… but I couldn’t say anything to the child. The truth would break her heart.” Once again, her voice held more hate than sadness, a weird feeling that only added to your internal turmoil.

“I know you didn’t appreciate my manners earlier”, she recalled. “But trust me: we cannot let Morgan near his presence after a certain hour.”

“And yet, you’re bringing me to him”, you snapped without thinking.

Audra sighed, an understanding, yet tired expression on her face. “You’re his wife, M’lady. Do you think I have a choice?”

“No…”, you lowered your gaze, mad at yourself for that stupid reaction. “I suppose you don’t.”

“Very few know the horrific truth… unfortunately, I happen to be one of them.”

“It would be useful if you stopped with the charades and spoke openly”, you replied, but there was no bitterness in your words, only an exhausted resignation.

“I dare not speak about that, M’lady”, Audra shook her head. “I feel like I’ve said too much already.” But she still took a few steps in your direction. “The only thing I can add is…” She lowered her voice even more. “You’ve seen him, haven’t you?”

You tilted your head to the side, perplexed by the apparently unrelated question, then simply nodded.

“Did you find him handsome?”, Audra asked again, but it was clear that she wasn’t really expecting an answer from you because she resumed talking without giving you the time to confirm or deny that. “Do you think he is healthy? Strong? Be aware that he obtained it all thanks to a deal with the Devil himself.”

She signed herself at least three times after that, never failing to kiss the wooden cross around her neck.

You had no idea how to react, the revelation sneaking its way on your skin and sinking into your brain like a thousand little ivy branches. They tied you up, circling around your neck, covering your limbs, keeping you still as a statue in that mostly dark alley, with the sole company of a woman carrying one too many secrets.

“A-a… d-deal with the Devil?”, you repeated, beyond shocked.

And yet, there was still something that didn’t sit right with you. Something that felt off.

Audra had just shared a horrific truth with you, but she was still behaving as if that wasn’t the worst possible thing she could say.

What was all the mystery and secrecy about, then?

“Yes, M’lady”, Audra nodded seriously, distracting you from that lucubration. “May the Lord have mercy on your innocent soul…”

You shivered, holding onto the fabric covering your arms.

“Because the Spider will not.”

The menacing sound of the heavy doors closing behind you felt as loud as a thunder.

The master room was large and exquisitely elegant, yet surprisingly sober when compared to the rest of the castle. Even your chambers were more luxurious, the disorienting contrast with the clean lines and absence of excessive decorations making you feel like you’d just entered a completely different place.

It would’ve been refreshing, hadn’t it been for the humongous canopy bed dominating the space, and for the man standing in front of the fireplace with his back turned to the entrance, his silhouette outlined by the reddish-golden light.

Between the two, you honestly didn’t know what scared you the most.

The Lord was barefoot and, just like you, he had gotten out of the solemn and ridiculously heavy ceremonial wear, changing into a pair of tight trousers that hugged his lower half as if they had been modelled right on his body, and a simple linen shirt that let his broad shoulders and the muscles of his back free to be seen in all their glory, without a cape hiding them.

His hair was no longer tied back, the loose, untamed curls reminding you even more of your Peter…

He turned around and you immediately looked away, both intimidated and ashamed for almost getting caught staring at a scarcely dressed man. “My Lord…”, you murmured, sinking down on one knee and bowing your head, not daring to face him.

‘He’s a monster.’

“My Lord?”, he repeated with a light chuckle. “You needn’t call me that… we’re husband and wife.”

Hearing him say that, now that you two were alone in his room, with nothing but light layers of clothing covering your bodies, sounded like a death sentence, the reality of it all crumbling upon you.

“I apologize, sir.”

You were married to this man, your parents had given you to a Lord you didn’t even know and, like everything in that land, you now belonged to him. You had ceased being a person, turning into a property. The wedding ceremony had made it official before God and the Law. And that night was about to make it official on your skin.

Assuming I survive this…

Your words were followed by a brief silence. “There’s no need for that either… husband or Peter will do”, he offered.

Peter…

Even after so many years, that name never failed to make your heart bleed.

My Peter…

No, you couldn’t call him like that.

“As you wish…”, you replied, your faint voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire. “… husband.”

He sighed, clearly not happy with your choice, but didn’t say anything about it.

You gulped as you felt him approach you, each one of his steps sending a shiver down your spine. Much to your surprise, he didn’t order you to stand up, instead kneeling down to your level to observe you. But you still kept your eyes on the floor.

He reached out for you, taking your hands in his with such care one would’ve thought he considered you made of glass. You fought the urge to jump back and did your best to keep still, your mother’s warnings mingling with Audra’s ones in your terrified thoughts.

‘May the Lord have mercy on your innocent soul… because the Spider will not.’

“Your hands are cold”, he pointed out, thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

“I apologize…”

“What for?” He sounded genuinely confused, but it didn’t take him long to understand what you meant. “Never mind.” He stood and gently pulled you up. “Come with me.”

Scared that your every action could anger him and be the last, you didn’t resist as he guided you towards the fireplace. You didn’t protest when he placed his hands on your arms, rubbing them softly through the fabric.

“Better?”

You answered with a weak nod.

It was a sweet, wholesome gesture and, you hated to admit it, but a part of you felt unbelievably grateful for it, regardless of the fact that it was coming from him of all people. It was something you were desperately in need of, but never would’ve dreamed of receiving, least of all on a night like that.

“Do I frighten you so much?”, he questioned, a note of seemingly genuine sadness in his tone. “It didn’t use to be like this…”

Wait, what?

Before you could gather the courage to ask him what he meant with that last sentence, he took your hands again, bringing them up to his face. “But I swear on my honour…” For a second, you thought he was about to kiss them, but instead he raised them until they were touching his forehead, like they were a sacred object. “I have no intention to hurt you, y/n.”

Your throat ran dry, your name on his lips sounding so right it almost made you think it was wrong. You felt so light and heavy at the same time, a strange sense of wholeness and consequent guilt co-existing in your being. You hadn’t felt that wholeness since…

Since…

Likely oblivious to the storm of emotions he had unleashed in you, he lowered your hands, so that they were no longer shielding his face, but still held them close to his chest, right over his heart. “May I call you y/n?”, he asked you, sounding a bit embarrassed.

You nodded, too stunned to say a single word, then hesitantly raised your head, finally seeing your husband.

Those eyes…

How cruel could Fate be? Ripping something from you and then playing with your mind, presenting it back into your hands, so different and yet so similar, planting the seed of hope in your heart, but keeping its knife ready to cut any good thing that could grow from it.

“I…”, he began, then nervously cleared his throat. “I cannot begin to tell you how happy I am… to finally see you again.”

“Again?” It came out as a pathetic sound, nothing more than a shaky breath.

No. How could this be possible?

A soft blush coated his cheeks, that shade of red blooming in that all too familiar way, blossoming like a red rose in the snowy field of your frozen memories. “I don’t expect you to remember.”

“My Lord?” He frowned at that – the expression still engraved in the back of your mind –, so you quickly corrected yourself. “H-husband?”

“It was long ago… we were ten”, he recalled wistfully. “Children, but I remember it all so vividly.” His heart sped up under your hands. “… there’s no chance I could forget about it. About you.”

You held your breath. A new Lord and a beloved memory, a slave of the Devil and a young man who blushed when looking at you. This person was a nobody to you. But at the same time, he was also so much more…

He threatened be everything.

With a dreamy look in his eyes, he kept talking about the past, drawing it closer and closer with his every word, tugging on that same golden string you had never found the courage to let go. “You were already a perfect little Lady, with a smile that would put the sun to shame, but I… I wasn’t worthy of your light.”

“What are you–”

“Toad”, he said, and for a second his jaw clenched. “They would all call me like that. The sick child no one, not even his own parents, wanted.”

One of the perks of belonging to a family that was very close to the king was being often invited to court, especially on the occasion of grand celebrations.

Those were the moments of the year that you preferred, because they granted you some time with your friends, away from all the boring etiquette lessons and the seriousness your parents already required of you at such a young age.

While the adults drank and discussed, you played and laughed all together, making up for all those months spent apart from those who lived too far to pay them frequent visits.

On bright days like today, you would all run outside, enjoying the bright sun and fresh air, and right now, you were in the process of assigning the different roles, with the idea of staging a little play for your nannies.

“I will be the Knight of the Mountain!”, Eddie decided, proudly standing up with his hands on his hips.

“Then Sylvie can be the Princess of the Valley”, you announced, reinforcing the concept by placing the flower crown upon your friend’s head. You had made it just for her, attentively choosing and picking the ones that would look good with her dress. “Look how pretty she is.”

Eddie nodded distractedly, more focused on whether he should carry a sword or a bow, but Sylvie knew exactly what you were doing – her massive crush on Eddie being a secret to no one but Eddie himself – and gave you a grateful look.

“But what about you, y/n?”, David asked, taking one of the flowers from your lap and using it like a monocle.

You smiled, feeling your cheeks starting to heat up under his gaze. “I played the Princess last time. I want to be the Witch of the Forest.”

“A Witch is pretty much useless without a Sorcerer”, he pondered seriously, completely missing out on the frown that obscured your face because of that consideration. “I will be your Sorcerer.”

“Can I play with you?”

All your heads whipped in the same direction, a scrawny little kid with wild curls and big brown eyes standing a few feet from you.

You knew who he was, but that was the first time you got to see him in person.

Lord Parker’s son, Peter.

His family’s land was actually quite close to yours, maybe even closer than Sylvie’s, but she had told you that his parents would never let him to go out, and that the extremely rare visits they would allow followed a strict list of rules that basically made having fun impossible.

Not quite the most favourable conditions to make friends.

You put on your most welcoming smile and were just about to tell him that yes, of course he could play with you, because the more the merrier, when David jumped to his feet, standing right in front of you.

“Go away, you monster!”

You were absolutely taken aback by his words, but what was worse was that you seemed to be the only one in your group reacting like this.

Peter’s hesitant smile fell like an early spring snow. “I-I’m not a monster…”, he tried to protest.

“You are!”, Eddie intervened. “Look at yourself: you’re green!”

Those big eyes watered with tears, but Peter did his best to hold them back. “I… I’ve been sick…”, he explained. “But I’m bet–”

“You always get sick, you disgusting toad.”

You looked on your left, discovering that the sweet, kind Sylvie had been the one behind those vicious words. She was looking at him with a hate you didn’t think her capable of, like she would’ve gladly crushed him under her foot. Clearly, she couldn’t do that, but she had other plans.

Too paralyzed with fear and disorientation, you witnessed in horror as she grabbed a rock and threw it at him, hitting his shoulder. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and something in that reaction screamed that she was originally aiming for his head.

“Go away before you infect us all!”

“But then, there you were…”

His warm hand cupped your cheek and you gasped lightly.

Maybe because of the surprise, maybe because you needed air, maybe because that memory still made you feel like you’d just received a slap across the face by your self-proclaimed best-friend, even after so many years.

“… always so kind and sweet.”

After coming out of your frozen state, you had yelled at your so-called friends, resorting to the most unladylike words in your vocabulary, and now you there you were: walking alone in the vast park surrounding the castle, cheek still burning from Sylvie’s slap.

You found him curled up beneath a willow, tracing shapes and figures in the dirt with a stick. The gut-wrenching sniffs and sobs had given him away.

“Hi, Peter…”

He immediately stiffened, interrupting what he was doing.

You approached him slowly, like you would’ve done with a wounded animal. “What are you doing?”

“Why do you care?”, he scoffed.

“I’m just curious.” You opened your arms, hands open to let him see that you had no hostile intentions. “Can I play with you?”

“No.” He stood up, tossing the stick into the nearby lake and getting ready to walk away. “Leave me alone.”

“But you’re crying…” You caught up with him, daring to wrap your fingers around his wrist. “Does your shoulder hur–”

“Mind your fucking business!”, he yelled, escaping your grip and shoving you back with a strength that surprised you both. You stumbled a bit, tripping on your skirts, but still managed not to fall, a mixture of shock and sadness on your face.

The boy stared at you with wide, frightened eyes, looking absolutely aghast at what he’d just done. “I-I…”, he stuttered, failing to control his tears. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to h-hurt you, I–”

“It’s okay”, you cut him off, taking a step closer, so that you could hold his trembling hand in yours. Your mother would’ve certainly scolded you for such a daring behaviour, but you didn’t give a damn. “I’m okay, you didn’t hurt me.”

He looked down at your thumbs gently rubbing the back of his hands, then back at you, eyes red and glossy. One final, broken whine, and then the tears were running down his pale cheeks, violent sobs shaking his frail body uncontrollably.

You immediately pulled him into a hug and, despite the initial interdiction, he was quick to wrap his arms around you. Desperate for even the smallest scrap of affection, he clung to your body like it was an anchor, burying his face into your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”, he kept repeating between sighs.

“It’s okay”, you reassured him, running a hand through his soft chocolate curls.

“T-they’re so mean…”, he whimpered. “I only wanted some friends…”

“You have me”, you declared firmly. “I’ll be your friend.”

He pulled back a bit, just enough to look at you without getting away from the hug. “Do you mean it?”

“I do.” You nodded, then cautiously laid a hand on his shoulder. “Does it hurt?”, you asked, noticing the way he winced at your touch.

“A bit”, he admitted.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to the sour spot through the fabric, then massaged it with your palm, just like Dot did to you anytime you'd get hurt. “Better?”

“Yes…” He looked puzzled, your gentle actions feeling like a foreign, yet enticing language to his body. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it”, you smiled, the arm still wrapped around his body pulling him back in as you let his head rest on your shoulder once again. “I’m y/n.”

He sniffed unceremoniously, but a grateful smile lightened up his face. “I’m Peter.”

On that day, you had lost several friendships, trading them all for a new one. One that had grown and evolved into something stronger. Something you were convinced you had lost forever, up until a few minutes ago.

His hand was still cradling your face, the thumb brushing your cheekbone. “I’m positive you saved my life without even knowing it.”

“May I have the honour, my Lord?” You offered him your hand, pouting when he didn’t take it. “Aren’t you dancing?”

“My mother forbade me”, he told you, shaking his head lightly.

You blinked at him in disbelief. “But it’s your birthday…”

“She says it’s bad for my health”, Peter replied with a defeated sigh. “How about you? Isn’t this your favourite dance?”

“Your mother forbade me”, you shrugged nonchalantly, as you sat down next to him, playfully using your wide skirt to cover his knees. He would usually do the same, throwing his cape over your shoulders, but this time he didn’t.

Peter lowered his eyes, the familiar light blush coating his cheeks. “David has asked you at least four times”, he said, trying not to grit his teeth.

“Only four times?”, you groaned in annoyance, and he secretly rejoiced at that.

Peter didn’t like David. He didn’t like the way he looked at you. He didn’t like the way he kept shadowing you even after you had clearly told him to vanish from your sight.

“It feels like he’s been following me around for the whole evening!”

“He has…”, Peter muttered under his breath. “But why don’t you dance with someone else? David isn’t the only one who asked you”, he tried again. He was jealous and he hated that he couldn’t be that someone else, but he also didn’t want to be the reason behind you wasting your night and not having fun.

“It’s fine, Peter, really”, you smiled and you really meant it.

“But this is your favourite dance…”

Your hand on his surprised him, just like all the other times. You had known each other for almost a year and a half, and yet he still wasn’t used to receiving affection and being the object of kind gestures.

“I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.”

That was the best birthday of his life, spent chatting and laughing with you, alone in a room full of empty people.

“I’ve never been as happy as I was during those two years when I could call myself your friend”, he said, pulling you out of those rose-tinted memories, back into the amber light outlining that dark room. “That was when I started to like butterflies… they reminded me of you.”

Gulping, you felt your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. Of course you remembered. It was him. And he remembered, too.

“Peter…”

Without warning, you threw your arms around his neck, crashing your chest against his with such energy that it almost hurt. It felt like hitting a stone wall, the impact knocking the wind right out of your lungs, but the pain was honestly the last thing on your mind right now.

Peter stumbled back a bit, mostly out of surprise, his strong body allowing him to absorb the hit better than you did. That feeling rapidly wore off, leaving a clear path to joy: returning the hug, he picked you up, spinning you around like you had no weight. “y/n…”

You laughed in pure delight, but that was only one of the many emotions that were happening inside of you. Only one of the many reactions that you needed to let out.

“It’s you.” Your voice got muffled against his shoulder, your hands getting lost in his hair. “It’s you.”

You were convinced that never in your entire life you had felt this euphoric, the unstable, fragile, grey World you had locked yourself in, healing with a deflagration of light and colours. Maybe you should’ve been crying, it seemed more fitting in a moment like that, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to do it. You felt like laughing. And dancing. And filling the void of the universe with the symphony of your happiness.

You had given up on this moment, everything around you screaming how it would never happen, and yet, there you were. It was like your whole existence had led you to this. To him. All that mattered, all that you could care of, was Peter – your Peter – being right where he was supposed to be.

In your arms.

“Hey, Little Butterfly…”, he cooed, the curve of his smile caressing your temple. He stopped the spinning, allowing your feet to touch the floor again, but didn’t let go of you.

“M-my parents told me…”

“I know. It was what everyone was told”, Peter revealed with a defeated tone. “I wanted to write to you so badly… but I couldn’t.” He remembered his parents’ threats of having you killed being the only thing that was able to stop him. “This couldn’t leave the castle.”

You finally looked at him, still observing him like you couldn’t believe he was real, joy and confusion running through your veins. “But why? What happened?”

“It’s… uh… it’s complicated.” He winced at his own phrasing. “I found a way to heal myself, but it was…”

“A deal with the Devil?”, you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

“What?!”

“Audra told me you made a deal with the Devil…”

“No!”, he yelped, squinting his eyes in an offended look. “I mean, I understand that Lord Loki can be rather sinister sometimes…” He pressed his lips together, puffing his cheeks a bit in a poorly convincing smile. Maybe he didn’t entirely believe that either. “Well, most of the time, but he was the one who helped me, not the Devil!”

“You used dark magic?”, you asked, no actual trace of judgement in your tone, so Peter relaxed a little. Besides, you were still holding him… that couldn’t be a bad sign, right?

“I was desperate… and probably not even thinking straight because of the fever”, he mumbled, appearing a bit annoyed at himself, though you couldn’t quite understand why. “But he offered to help me when it was clear that no physician could.”

It all started to come together, all the little pieces scattered along your memories finally finding their legit place. You couldn’t explain it, but what wouldn’t have made sense to a anyone else, did make sense to you.

“Is this the real reason why they made you fake your own death? Why they made the World believe that you’re a different Peter Parker?” They were all questions, but they didn’t really need an answer. “Because they couldn’t explain how all your illnesses were suddenly gone.”

“It was their condition to let me stay”, he confirmed your doubts. “People would’ve noticed. They would’ve made questions…”

“Therefore, they instructed you to come back and pretend you were your father’s bastard… and very few know the actual truth”, you completed the story for him, Audra’s words from before finally gaining some sort of significance, even if impossibly twisted.

“I’m sorry I lied to you”, Peter apologised. “I understand if you’re mad.”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“Well…” You paused only to land a fake punch on his shoulder. “I’m a bit mad, if I have to be honest.”

“A bit?”, he whimpered with a playful scolding tone. “That hurt!”

“But I’m too happy to care about it, right now.”

“Happy?”

“You’re my Peter”, you said with a disarming simplicity.

Peter almost crumbled to his knees at that, relief and delight filling his heart so much he feared it could explode. “You don’t know how long I’ve wished for you to call me like that again”, he beamed with glossy eyes. “To hold you in my arms like this.” He squeezed a little more just to prove his point. “To call you my wife.”

You had always been told that a woman should never initiate an intimate act such as a kiss, that the proper thing to do was to wait for the husband to do something in every occasion… all stupid recommendations that were carelessly thrown out of the window as you raised your head in search of his lips.

They were soft, softer than you’d imagined, a little chapped because of his old habit to chew on them whenever he was worried about something, but so terribly sweet, the faint lingering flavour of the rich foreign wine you had barely sipped adding an intoxicating note to that unprecedented experience.

Peter’s hands settling right below your shoulder blades inspired more courage in you, so you got onto your tiptoes, hands resting on the sides of his face ad you both parted your lips to deepen the kiss. It felt like being filled with soft golden daylight, like he was breathing sunrays in the cold, dark night you had been carrying in your heart for so long…

“S-stop”, he panted, shying away from you. “It’s better if we stop.”

“Is something wrong?”, you asked, worried he might be disgusted with your behaviour, your mother’s warnings coming back to you twice as strong and threatening. You tried to move closer, but he didn’t let you, so you stopped, guilt devouring you.

“No”, he denied firmly, but his body was saying otherwise.

“Peter, your face…”

“I know”, he wailed, covering his enflamed cheeks as best as he could and turning his back to you. “I know. And it’s not your fault, please believe me y/n, it isn’t. I just… I just need to calm down…”

“Calm down?”

“I hate this”, he complained, running a hand through his hair and tugging at it in frustration. “I hate that we’re doing it like this.” He huffed audibly. “I wanted to court you, spend time with you, bring you lilies every day.” You were met with eyes filled with tears as he faced you again. “I wanted to ask you to marry me.”

You smiled with a tinge of sadness, feeling deprived of all of that as well. “All pointless gibberish to my parents”, you admitted. “And quite indecorous, too. My mother sounded so proud when she told me that your request to come and visit me as a friend was met with a categorical refusal.”

He nodded. “They said it was either an official proposal or nothing.”

“They got married like that, so to them it’s the only right way”, you considered, aware that it wasn’t a valid excuse, but also that there was nothing you could do about it now. “It’s alright, though”, you tried to reassure him. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“But I do want to”, he replied, staring right into your soul. “God, I can’t even begin to tell you the things I want to do to you.” He slapped a hand on his forehead, whining loudly. “It’s all so… shameful.”

That word coming out of Peter’s mouth had an unexpected effect on you. It was a combination that you, from your ignorant sheltered innocence, had never even considered. But now… now, you discovered that it intrigued you more that it should’ve had.

And you wanted to know more.

You took a step closer, removing his hand from his face, seizing the occasion to kiss his palm. “Then, show me.”

His mouth ran dry, the sweet nectar your body could offer him being all he could think of. “y/n… you don’t know what you’re asking me”, he tried to warn you, but did nothing to remove his hand from yours. “I-I might not be able to stop.”

“Who said I want you to stop?” You placed his hand on your heart, keeping it there.

He closed his eyes, inhaling your scent, absorbing your warmth, letting the tantalizing rhythm of your life echo through him.

“Kiss me, Peter.”

It was just like it used to be when you were kids: he couldn’t nor wanted to deny you anything. So he finally allowed himself to fulfil the wish that was consuming him from the inside.

“Don’t you ever stop”, you urged him between each kiss and Peter wouldn’t have dreamed of it. He hugged you, grabbed you, felt you, stole your every breath, jealously treasuring every instant in his memory.

“Don’t you ever ever let me go again.”

“I won’t. I swear to God, I won’t.”

You became aware that he had been guiding you towards the bed only when your calves hit the foot of it, the weight of what you were doing, what you were about to do, sinking into your bones. That was the point of no return and the silent look Peter gave you indicated that he was aware of that, too.

You undid the knot on your waist, then reached for his wrists and placed his hands on your shoulders, your request clear behind your lack of words. He gently moved the purple silk out of the way, letting it fall down your arms, then turned his attention to the ribbons keeping your remaining garment up. As expected, a light tug was all it took, the flimsy fabric pooling around your feet in the blink of an eye.

You kept your eyes on him the entire time, while his gaze roamed your body with curiosity and unabashed urge to let his hands do the same.

It started off quite innocently, fingertips following the length of your arms, leaving goose bumps in their trail, warm hands circling your waist and lightly squeezing your hips. “You are so beautiful…”

You inhaled deeply as Peter splayed a hand over your stomach, the distant dream of a family with the woman he loved finally within reach. He didn’t move it for a long moment, savouring the feeling, then dragged it up, cupping your breasts, fondling the supple skin. One of his hands remained there, while the other one continued to ascend your body, tracing along your collarbones and the back of your neck, just to see you tremble.

“So delicate…”, he hummed, dark eyes tracing your features, gentle fingers moving a rebel lock behind your ear, a sharp contrast to the way his touches grew bolder on your breast.

“Like a butterfly…”

Your eyes fluttered shut just in time for Peter to encircle your waist with his arms, leaving you no room to get away from his demanding lips.

Your bodies sunk into the mattress and into each other. He kissed your whole face, making you laugh like a child.

And that was when you saw it.

At first, you thought it was a painting portraying two lovers hugging each other, but giving it a better look, you discovered that it was a mirror, the figures entangled in a loving embrace actually being Peter and you.

Liquid fire spread over your whole face and neck, not anymore because of Peter’s ardour, but because of the embarrassment… but other than that, it didn’t surprise you as much as you would’ve expected.

After all, you had heard several stories about Lords and their vices, your self-proclaimed excellent father being no exception, keeping his mistress and their several sons and daughters in the castle, and actually spending much more time with them than with you and your mother.

He didn’t love his wife and he definitely didn’t love you. The duty had been accomplished with your safe birth, leaving him free to go back to his true family.

You had visited that wing of the castle only once in your life as a child and on an exceptional occasion, but it had been enough for you to notice that he had a painting of her in his office and that it wasn’t a chaste one, oh no.

When questioned about it, he had slapped you across the face hard enough to make you fall to the ground. Then he had told you how pleasure differed from duty and, most importantly, how he had never loved your mother. How he had never loved you.

That same day, Peter had held you for hours, kissing your wet cheeks and caressing your hair, whispering that he was nothing but a monster, because only a monster could ever commit the heinous sin of not loving you.

“What is it?”

You returned to that room, a concerned Peter lying on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows not to weight on you. “What are you staring at?”

You couldn’t answer him, words failing you, so he followed your gaze, turning around. “Oh… I… forgot about that”, he sighed, looking slightly annoyed. “It’s new. A wedding gift. The whole bed, actually”, he clarified with a roll of his eyes, the scowl being a perfect copy of the one you remembered seeing on his childish face. “Lord Barnes and Lord Wilson have a rather peculiar sense of humour when it comes to me.”

You had met the two Lords just a few hours before, and they were two of the few faces you actually remembered from the party. Lord Barnes had been quiet and grumpy, diametrically opposite to Lord Wilson’s friendly smile and cheerful laugh.

“I can have it covered, if it makes you uncomfortable”, Peter offered. “O-or we could go to your room, if you prefer…”

You shook your head. “No… no, it’s alright, I guess… I just find it a bit…”

“Weird?”

“I was about to say unusual”, you admitted with a coy chuckle. “But yes, ‘weird’ could be a good definition, too.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”

“It won’t as long as you keep kissing me.”

He grinned mischievously, then removed his shirt in one swift motion and you marvelled at the sight of his perfectly sculpted body, heat rushing to your cheeks as your gaze indulged on that marble-like torso. A finger under your chin made you raise your head, guiding your attention back to his face.

“That I can do.”

And he did, like he had no other purpose in his life, no other thought in his mind but you. Could a cruel, ruthless man kiss you like that? Could a monster kiss you like that? With such tenderness? With such a fiery need?

His mouth abandoned yours in exchange for your skin, eager to explore every inch of you. The delicate line of your jaw, the column of your throat, the valley of your breasts… he made his way down your body like a pilgrim following his path, your angelic features corrupted by his lust, the melody he was coaxing out of you filling him with pride and desire.

“L-Lord Peter”, you whimpered, as his lips neared your throbbing core, founding it glistening just for him like a priceless treasure. Your eyes were closed, your hands fisting the sheets so hard that, had you torn them, he wouldn’t have been surprised. And Peter discovered that he loved this. He loved having this power on someone else. On you.

“Lord Peter?”, he mocked, using his fingers to spread you like a flower, delivering lascivious kisses to the trembling petals. “I might like this…”

You were about to say something when he pushed his tongue inside you without a warning, the strong muscle massaging your untouched walls. And all that was left of your reply was a loud yelp of his name.

His mouth was restless on you, alternating between sucking on your sensitive bud, kissing your folds and breaching you with that sinful tongue. He devoured you like you were the finest meal he’d ever been offered, the absolute newness of such actions shaking you to the core.

Twelve seconds. Twelve never-ending seconds punctuated by the chimes of the bells, a distant sound in that unbelievable night. Twelve seconds covered that absurd time, spreading over that tiny fragment of your life.

Desperate, you grinded against his face, until you felt a pair of hands grip your hips, forcing you to keep still. “Behave, little Butterfly.”

… but he already had one of his hands on your breast. And none of these other two had a ring on.

Your eyes shot open, a shocking sight presenting itself to you through the replica of your bodies in the mirror. Trashing on the unmade bed, you were at the complete mercy of your husband, who still had his head nestled between your legs. Only, your husband no longer had two, but four arms.

Your hips kept moving on their own account, following the languid, tantalizing pace Peter had decided for you. And gradually, the mutation continued as his body slowly grew a third pair of arms.

Just like a…

The next changes happened in his mouth, and you didn’t see them. You felt them. Sharper teeth grazed your flesh, a wider, longer tongue allowed him to reach deeper into you, causing you to see stars.

You looked down, finding that Peter was already staring at you from between your legs. He snickered at how helpless he had reduced you with his mouth alone, the vibration traveling through you as two new sets of smaller and entirely black eyes appeared on his cheekbones, and another one above his eyebrows.

Just like a spider.

On the twelfth chime, right as Peter’s original eyes turned fully black, it was like the bowstring had been released, triggering a sensation that washed over your body with a power you had no idea could exist. You arched your back, hands in his hair to push him even closer to you, as an incoherent piercing sound broke out from your throat. You screamed his name against your fear, against all that should’ve horrified you.

He kept kissing you, carefully avoiding your sensitivity and instead focusing on your belly but he was gentler, hands massaging your thighs to help you recover from that mind-shattering experience. You felt like you were floating on a cloud, the delicious slight ache between your legs only adding to it.

“I wish I could’ve had you like this in the hall, right in front of everyone.”

You hummed in agreement, not really processing what he was saying. If anything, that sultry voice was lulling your brain, your limbs relaxed and weightless.

“That was inappropriate, I’m sorry…”

You blinked the pastel-tinted clouds away, falling back on that mattress with your mind suddenly clear. “P-Peter?”, was the first sound you managed to formulate, lowering your eyes on him. “W-what is going on?”

He returned your gaze with a dopey smile that rapidly vanished as soon as he read your expression. “Oh no…” Colour drained from his face, making him look as pale as the sheets you were laying on. “Oh no… nonononononononono.” He stood up and stumbled back in one quick motion, with his messy hair and his chin still glistening with your arousal.

“I’m sorry!”, he panicked, his body language resembling the one of a child expecting to receive a harsh beating. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”, he gulped, voice breaking and shaking. “I wanted to tell you, I swear, I just… I just didn’t know how…”

You prompted yourself up on your elbows, trying to get away from him. When your back hit the headboard, you realized that your body was still fully exposed to his sight, so you quickly pulled your knees to your chest, covering up as much as you could.

“I’m sorry.” Two hands got caught in his hair, other two covered the upper half of his face, both to avoid looking at you and to spare you the sight of his mutated features. The remaining ones maintained a defensive position, just like he used to do when his parents yelled at him, even for the most insignificant thing.

“It would be stupid if I told you not to be afraid”, Peter muttered, mad at himself for even thinking of saying that. He was basically a human spider, how could anyone in their right mind not be afraid?

“But please believe me when I say that I didn’t want to scare you…” He peaked at you from behind his fingers, relaxing a bit when he saw that you were now covering your body with– his heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know if you were doing it on purpose – probably not –, but you were using his shirt…

Well, at least something of him could make you feel safe…

However, that tiny fragment of relief vanished from his mind, as Peter remembered that he was apologizing for what he had done to you.

“A-and I know I shouldn’t have done that without telling you everything first, but…” He gulped and lowered his voice, filled with shame for what he was about to confess. “But I wanted to make you feel good, and you tasted so sweet I couldn’t stop, and I… I-I-I forgot about it like an idiot because all I could think of was you and your scent and – God, you smell amazing, it’s been torturing me since you arrived at the castle – a-and how lovely your sounds were and I just…” Biting his tongue, he wished he could take that pathetic last part back. “… lost control, I just wanted to make you happy…”

“Y-you’re…” You were about to say that he was different, but he interpreted it in his own way, finishing the sentence for you.

“A monster, I know, I’m sorry…”, he sighed, dropping all his hands, along with his head. He sounded so broken, and yet so used to it that it broke your heart.

And that was when it happened, when you overcame the shock, and came to see that little frightened boy again. His fragile body had evolved into a stronger, taller one, that could grant him protection from any physical threat, and this new metamorphosis – you had no other word for it – was another shield standing between him and the World.

But his gentle soul, his kind heart, had remained the same. It didn’t matter how threatening he could look, how powerful he could be, how easily he could crash whoever stood in front of him… Peter hadn’t changed one bit. He was still an innocent.

“But I swear to God that I wasn’t lying, I have no intention to hurt you, I would never hurt you because I love you so much and I would rather kill myself first, and I have dreamed for so long to meet you again, I did this because I wanted to keep the promise I made you and I had no other choice–”

“Peter…”

As if he hadn’t even heard you, he kept going, lost in his rambling. “But if you want me to leave you alone, I will, I understand if you want that, truly. If you want a divorce, I won’t stop you, but if you don’t, I promise I’ll leave the castle: I’ll disappear and everything will be yours and I promise I’ll never bother you again. I-I’ll write it down now, yes… yes.”

Writing a will before he left sounded like a good idea. Yes, you were his wife and Morgan was his protégé, but Peter wanted to make sure no one would attempt to take anything from the two of you. He looked around the room, trying to silence the noise in his head and to think of what he needed. “Paper, I need paper, and a quill, where did I leave my quill…”

“Peter…”

“I’m just glad I got to see you again”, he said with a sweet smile, daring to look at you for what he was sure would be the last time. He wanted to capture your face, eternalize it once and for all, so that he could keep it in his heart, like he had done for your last goodbye. No, better than that, because this time, he knew for sure he was never going to see you again.

“A-and that I could make you feel good. I-I know it sounds absurd, but ever since I got like this, I keep having thoughts and intuitions of the things I could do. I don’t know how it happens, it’s an instinct, like a sixth sense, and I’ve spent so much fantasizing of kissing you like that–why am I even telling you this?”

Right, why was he telling you that? Didn’t he have a will to write? “The desk!”, he exclaimed, heading towards it. “The desk! Paper, quill, ink, desk, right–”

“Peter, wait, please!”

You let go of his shirt and got up from the bed, picking up the robe and throwing it on, only to find that the silk sash was still laying on the floor. You didn’t want to waste time, so you simply wrapped yourself in it, using your hands to keep it in place, and tried to go after him, but your legs were still weak.

“y/n!” Peter turned around so quickly you lost track of his movements, and caught you right before you hit the ground, scooping you up in his arms – well, in a pair of his arms – and carrying you back to the bed like you were the most delicate, precious thing ever.

“You have to be careful, little Butterfly, you could’ve hurt yourself”, he told you, apprehension coating his voice, but then he chewed on his lower lip, aware of his mistake. “I’m sorry, I called you ‘little Butterfly’, it slipped out, I’m sorry–”

“Peter!”, you finally interrupted him, covering his mouth with both your hands. It came out harsher than you intended, so you softened your tone immediately after. “Be quiet for a moment, please.”

He nodded, surprised that you were touching him like it was normal.

He sat you on the mattress and you slowly lowered your hands, observing him in silence, studying him, seeing him for the second time that night.

“That’s why Audra doesn’t let you see Morgan after a certain hour”, you stated slowly. “Because she doesn’t know that you’re like this… that your body changes after midnight.”

On his knees in front of you, Peter blinked several times, utterly confused by the fact that, of all the possible reactions, you were choosing to talk about that, and so calmly, too. He nodded weakly. “And it stays like this until dawn. It’s the–”

“… the price you had to pay for the ritual.”

“You’ve always been so smart.” His head sunk between his shoulders. “I truly am not worthy of your light.”

You patted the mattress right next to you and, once again, Peter obeyed.

“Did it hurt?”, you asked in a murmur, looking down on your fidgeting hands.

“… what?”

“The…” You didn’t really know what to call it. “Process?”

Peter hated recalling that specific part of his life. But he owed it to you, you deserved the truth. All the truth, this time. “It was like my fever had gone worse, I kept coughing, throwing up green stuff, I could barely breathe and every time I did it felt like my lungs were on fire…”

The poor boy grimaced, the suffering and terror were still tormenting him in his nightmares almost every night. He had always been a sick child, but that traumatic experience had been the closest thing to death he could think of. “I was afraid it had all been in vain… but after a couple of days, I got better.”

A lump formed in your throat as you tried to picture what he’d just told you. Of course, you couldn’t, having never experienced such an intense and extreme pain that could make you fear for your life… what you could see, though, was the shadow haunting his gaze.

“I could’ve just accepted my fate, and my family would’ve been perfectly fine…”, he chuckled without a trace of humour. “They would’ve had another son, a healthier one.”

“Like they kept telling you”, you recalled with equal disgust and sadness.

“Yes…” He released a long sigh. “But I wanted to save myself… I didn’t want to die without seeing you again… without keeping my promise… without telling you that I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you. And I wanted to be healthy because I didn’t want to be the sick toad who would constantly hold you back and clip your wings. I wanted to have it all. Like a spider, I tried to grab too much… and this is my punishment. I’m a monster. And you are married to a monster… I ruined your life because I wanted to spend the rest of mine next to you… for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I truly am.”

You didn’t say a word, that confession transforming the almost suffocating lump into burning tears that gathered in your eyes, clouding your vision.

Peter had gone through so much… he had done it just for you. And yet, he was prepared to give up on all that at your command. He wanted to have happiness with you, but he would’ve gladly stepped back, had that happiness not been yours first.

No one had ever done something similar for you before. No one had ever been willing to do all that was in his power and more to be with you, and equally willing to lose everything for you. No one had ever loved you that much.

No one could ever even wish to love you the way your Peter loved you.

“Peter.”

He reluctantly looked up from his lap, seeing that your eyes were shining with tears, but… that you were also smiling.

“Why are you–?” He fell quiet the moment you cradled his face with the same gentleness he had fallen in love with.

“Only my Peter would look at me like that”, you stated, glowing like a star.

The sweet, gentle butterfly had stolen the spider’s heart with no intention to return it.

“Now close your eyes.”

He obeyed, and you leaned in, brushing your lips against his eyelids.

You kissed each one of them, being extremely careful on the smaller ones, not a single inch of space left for fear or disgust. Taking the occasion you had always dreamed of getting, you kissed his rebel eyebrow, too, before eventually moving down and pressing your mouth against his for a brief, fleeting instant, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips.

Your fingers slipped through his hair as you placed your palm on his chest, right over his heart, the way he had done before. “This is still my Peter.”

Forehead touching yours, Peter’s breath itched in his throat, the rejection he was waiting for nowhere to be seen. “y-y/n…”

You knew that he was about to ask you if you were afraid, so you had to anticipate him, not wanting him to hate himself while you were trying to show him how deeply you loved him. You loved him so much you could never be afraid of him.

“Make love to me, my Peter”, you murmured, dragging your hand down his torso, until you reached between his legs. Not knowing how you should proceed, you settled for caressing his length with your fingertips through the fabric, the whine leaving his throat telling you that maybe you were doing the right thing.

Once you’d gained enough courage, you moved to straddle his thighs, the tender skin moulding perfectly with his firm one.

The whine turned into a guttural sound as he eyed you up and down, mesmerized by your slightly shaking fingers moving your robe out of the way, baring yourself to him. And you kept palming him, arching your back so that your chest touched his, your breasts brushing against the chiselled muscles.

Your beautiful face filled his vision, that lovely look of confused determination in your eyes disrupting his resolution not to touch you, instead making him want to defile you in any way possible. Peter had never done anything like that, but he could feel it, the Spider in him needing, craving that innocence.

Your lips came close, too close to his, voice reduced to less than a whisper as your plea came out sounding like a siren’s song in his ears.

“Make love to your wife.”

It was real, it was more that Peter could’ve asked for: you were not afraid, you didn’t care what he looked like, you wanted him… and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Once again, he realized he couldn’t deny anything to you. Especially not when you were asking him like that.

“Oh, y/n…”

He closed the short distance between you, easily taking control and aggressively dominating the kiss. You tried your best to keep up with his rhythm, but eventually you had to give up, surrendering and letting him guide you through it.

Peter drew you closer, hands on your waist, hips, breast, mouth swallowing your moan when your folds dragged along his clothed member. You were wet, he knew you were, he could smell it… but feeling it was a completely different story.

Before you knew it, he threw you back on the bed, trapping you in his shadow as he loomed over your figure, feverishly undoing his trousers. Once he was done, he completely removed them and threw them away, baring himself to your eyes, his hard length, now free from any confinement, slapping against his flat stomach and drawing a marvelled gasp out of you.

“Do you like what you see, my Lady?”, he teased you smugly, then crawled on top of you, lips ready to meet yours again. He parted your legs with his knee and settled between them and you gladly let him, wanting nothing more than to have him close.

God, I want you so much.

Take me.

The two of you broke away from the kiss at the same time, the confusion in his eyes reflecting in yours.

“What just happened?”, Peter asked breathlessly.

“D-did we…” You cleared your throat, trying to steady your voice. “Did we just…?”

He sat back on his heels, helping you sit up too, as you both tried to understand what was going on. “I heard your voice… in my head.”

“And I heard yours.”

His lips pressed into a thin line and his brows nearly meeting in the middle, eyes running over your face like he was looking for something.

“Telepathy…”, you mumbled in amazement. “Peter, I think we just–wait, what are you doing?”, you questioned him, biting back your chuckle at how funny he looked.

“Can you hear me, now?” He blinked multiple times in a row, maybe convinced that this could help him, ready to catch upon the smallest change in your gaze. “What am I saying?”

You shook your head, hating that you were disappointing him. “I can’t, I’m sorry…”

“Nothing?”, he tried again, leaning in.

You bit down on your lip. “No…”

Peter sighed in defeat, lowering his head on your shoulder, his curls softly tickling the side of your face. You caressed his cheek, your fingertips tracing your love for him onto his skin. He sensed it, and it immediately brightened his mood.

He raised his head, sending you a confident smirk, then his lips claimed yours again, ready to pick up where he left off, deciding that the telepathy issue could be discussed later.

This kiss was calmer, slower, but absolutely not lacking the burning passion from before. He gently pushed you back on the mattress, your arms wrapped around his torso allowing you to take him down with you. He regained his place between your legs, but still careful not to press himself flush against you.

You realized that, while he was naked, you were still wearing your robe, so you tried to push it off your shoulders, but Peter promptly stopped you.

“Could you leave it on?” He shyly asked you, cheeks flushing red. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen you in…”

You feigned hurt at his words, when in reality they made your heart burst. “More than my wedding dress? And you’re telling me this on our wedding night?”

“Yes…”, he nodded, but then his jaw dropped, the smile transforming into an expression of pure panic. “But wait, it’s not because your wedding dress wasn’t beautiful, because it was!”, he rushed to explain. “I just mean that I like this more because it has the colours and symbols of your Home and… y-you look so solemn in it even if it’s the only thing you’re wearing and…” He was caught off by your crystal-clear laugh, the ethereal sound bringing him back to childhood, reminding him why he was so in love with you.

“Oh, you’re teasing me…” He tried to pout, but it didn’t work.

“Just a little bit”, you admitted, brushing the tip of his nose with yours. “You’re cute when you look like you think you've said something wrong and desperately try to make it better. It’s one of the fondest memories I have of you.”

“Well…” Peter narrowed his eyes at you. “Did I make it better?”

“Just kiss me, silly.”

He complied happily, meeting you halfway when you raised your head, then sucked on your lower lip, waiting for you to do the same, building your confidence with his affection. His arm circled your waist, the sensation of the silk on his skin reminding him of a detail.

“y/n!”

“What?!”, you gasped.

“The sheets, the blood…”, Peter gestured awkwardly between your bodies. “I know it’s a disgusting tradition, but…”

Your mother had successfully avoided any talk regarding the act itself, but if there was one thing you had been repeated ad nauseam, it was the absolute importance of your blood. And despite how little the idea excited you, you knew that both Peter and you would’ve been in trouble if you hadn’t followed through.

“Oh. Right… right, let me just…” You gathered the fabric from your waist down, then simply folded it up and flattened it under your back, so that only the upper half of your body would rest on it. “Alright, now it shouldn’t be a problem.”

He agreed with a quick nod, the curls bouncing on his forehead.

“Will it hurt?”, you found the courage to ask.

Your husband took a deep breath. “I… cannot say that it won’t…”, he admitted with a heavy heart. “But I’ll do everything I can to make it hurt as little as possible. Do you trust me?”

There it was again. That radiant smile able to put the sun to shame.

“I do.” And this time, you actually meant it.

Peter returned your smile, lovingly cupping your cheek before placing his lips onto yours once again. He tried to control himself, letting you delve into the kiss in your own time. He followed your lead, gradually lowering his hips until he was grinding against you, his manhood dragging along your folds, your warm, pliant body inviting him closer and closer.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Peter pulled back again, but only because he wanted to look at you. He wanted to get lost in your eyes as he made you his, and he wanted you to witness the effect you had on him. He wanted to make love to you through your eyes, not only through your bodies.

He entered you carefully, murmuring a sweet apology for every whimper that tumbled out of your lips, every tear that fell from your eyes, every wince that altered your features.

You tried to control your breath, gripping onto his shoulders and enduring the burning stretch that increased with every new inch sinking into you. And not once did you advert your gaze from Peter. Audra had told you not to look at him, but you wanted to. You desperately wanted to. You wanted to look at your husband.

He wasn’t a monster. He was yours.

And he was beautiful.

When he finally bottomed out, completely sheathing himself in the Heaven that was your tight heat, his head dropped to the crook of your neck and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get used to the foreign feeling. It was painful, but it also made you feel so incredibly complete. The World, the entire Universe, everything you could think of, began and ended with his flesh and soul connected to yours.

Peter listened to your body, for the first time in his life grateful to the sixth sense he had gained, and slowly started to move once he understood that you were no longer suffering. His thrusts were delicate, shallow, the welcoming hug of your walls making it tremendously hard for him not to be as rough as he wanted to be.

“There!”, you croaked out, eyes rolling in the back of your head when you became aware of something new inside of you. A tiny spot, more sensitive than the others, that you wouldn’t have come to know, hadn’t it been for what Peter was doing to you.

“T-there, Peter…”, you repeated, not exactly knowing what you were asking.

“Yes”, he growled. He couldn’t explain why, but he knew exactly what you were asking. “I can feel it.”

True to his word, he focused on that spot, increasing his pace, but still fighting that urge. Still attempting to ignore that damned voice dripping with honey and blood. That voice that kept ordering him to take you like the beast he was…

However, he wasn’t the only one wishing for more. You were growing hungrier. Greedier. And, sensing his discomfort, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, encouraging him not to hold back. “I’ve missed you so much, Peter… I want all of you.”

Peter almost couldn’t believe that you were really asking him that… nevertheless, he was more than glad to obey, finally letting the Spider take over, pounding into you at an inhumane pace that had the whole impossibly heavy bed shaking, those pitch-black eyes tearing into your soul the same way he was tearing into your body. He was enjoying every second of your ruin, the hands on your hips pushing you down on his cock in perfect sync with his thrusts.

Is your Lord making you happy, my Lady?

He was teasing you, but all you could do was nod, unable to even formulate the simplest thought in your mind.

Good. Because I’m going to make you even happier.

Your cheeks were shining with your tears of ecstasy, your neck and collarbone with his drool and the sight made him go feral. He gave you his all, his mouth latching onto your breasts, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin, his tongue and lips immediately ready to soothe and tend at it afterwards.

Supporting himself on only one arm, he snaked his free hand between your bodies, fingertips brushing over your bud in slow circles at first, but then quickly matching the punishing rhythm of his hips.

You had gone from not knowing you could ever feel such things, to feeling too much, his multiple limbs allowing him to satisfy you in more than just one way all at the same time. It was overwhelming to say the least, but you wouldn’t have changed any of it.

The same feeling from before started building up in your stomach, the same liquid fire ready to explode like a volcano. Only a hundred times more intense.

Your eyes shot open, the reflection above being all you could see.

The purple silk, folded up under you, was spread over the white bedsheets in the form of a pair of wings, the gold thread glimmering in the dim light of the candles and the fireplace. You gasped, both because of the increasing sensation and the realization downing on you.

With that image in your eyes, you came undone with a loud cry of your husband’s name. The wave hit you harder than before, and you convulsed under him, drowning in the bliss and sinking your nails into his skin to ground yourself.

Peter finished shortly after, the feeling of your walls tightening down on him being too much to handle. “y/n!”, he groaned loudly, emptying himself in you with one final thrust.

And then it all went still, your breaths mingling together and your hearts beating furiously against each other. The World outside of the boundaries of your trembling, tangled bodies slowly coming back into existence.

“Are you alright?”, Peter asked anxiously after a few minutes. “Did you feel good? Did I hurt you?”

You didn’t know what happened, but something sparked inside of you. You were sensitive, sore, but you still craved more. More of him. And you were going to take it.

Without answering, but animated by a newly-found energy, you pushed Peter away from you – wincing at the sudden sense of emptiness – and onto his back, getting on top of him and straddling his hips.

“y-y/n, what–”

You shushed him with an unexpectedly chaste kiss that he happily welcomed, then straightened your back and wrapped your fingers around him, licking your lips in anticipation when you felt him grow hard again under your feather-light touches.

What are you doing?

He looked at you with round eyes, flushed cheeks and parted lips, resembling a lost puppy. It made your mouth water.

Making love to my husband.

Peter liked having power over you… but witnessing the breath-taking sight right in front of him, he discovered that he also enjoyed the idea of you ordering him around. Oh yes, he enjoyed it very much.

My Lady, my beautiful Lady…

My Peter…

Lowering your hips, you guided him inside you, your already nostalgic body immediately rejoicing at his presence. Now that the two of you had become one, you simply couldn’t have enough of him. Your husband had made you his. Now, it was time to make him yours.

You looked up, locking gazes with your reflection, discovering that your eyes were now pitch black, just like Peter’s. It was probably happening because of the mysterious force controlling what you were doing and maybe you should’ve been concerned, afraid even… but you just couldn’t find it in you.

Because yes, that force was moving your body around like a puppet… but your mind was perfectly clear. Enough clear to understand that what was going on with you was the same thing that happened to Peter: his instincts taking over and telling him what to do.

Sharing an experience so intimate as making love with him, gifting each other your body, heart and soul, had probably triggered a change in you as well. Probably a slightly minor one, since your appearance had remained the same, apart from your eyes…

But you didn’t care. You didn’t want to care. If that change granted you the possibility to pleasure yourself and your husband, you were not going to complain.

As you leaned back, resting your hands on his thighs to support yourself, the robe definitely fell from your shoulders, gathering around your elbows, your body now completely exposed. The lewd view should’ve been enough to make you ashamed of your actions… but it only spurred you on. It felt too good to stop. Too good to even remember what shame was or felt like.

Two of his hands placed themselves upon your hips, gently aiding your ever more decisive movements, your moans got louder, as two other hands cupped your breasts, fondling them and toying with them. You impaled yourself on his member over and over again, his thumb regaining its legit place between your thighs, caressing your clit.

My little Butterfly…

With a smirk, you ran your palm over your belly, the sensation of the bulge under your touch driving you insane. You were aware Peter was following your every move with an enchanted stare thanks to that mirror, you knew he could see everything you did, and you could tell by the way he was twitching inside you that he was feeling just the same. You grabbed his wrist and replaced your hand with his, allowing him to touch what he was doing to you.

My y/n.

You took your husband's hand in yours, bringing it to your lips and kissing his knuckles. “I love you”, you whispered between each kiss.

What had started as a dreadful morning, had turned out to be the most beautiful day of your life. Your Peter was alive and well, he was with you again, he was your husband. And he had never stopped loving you. And now, you had the rest of your existence to enjoy and cherish that love, starting from today.

Peter smiled, admiring you shine in the morning glow. “I love you, too.”

After giving him all the love you could through your body, you had given him some more, falling asleep while holding him despite his barely human looks, and whispering sweet words in his hear. For the first time in forever, the nightmares had left him alone, vanishing into the reassurance of your warm embrace.

He still couldn’t believe his luck, your presence in his life, in his bed, lying on his chest with your arms wrapped around him, feeling like a miracle.

You traced the line of his sharp jaw with your lips, kissing your way towards his mouth, but pulled back right before you could get to them, leaving him chasing after you and earning a pout from him when you threw your head back so that he couldn’t reach you.

“Shall we get up?”, you suggested with a wink.

Not at all pleased with your proposal, Peter flipped you on your back, caging you against the mattress with his body. He was back to his usual form, but you had learned that the Spider’s enhanced senses and strength would stay with him no matter what.

And who were you to complain?

“No.”

“Don’t be a baby, my love”, you scoffed, pushing against his shoulders. Of course, it was of no use. “I promised Morgan I’d have breakfast with her.”

“Ah.” He pretended to evaluate your reason for leaving him. “So you’ve met my little Lady sister.”

“I have. And I’m also about to meet Lady Buttercup”, you replied seriously.

You and Morgan seemed to get along well, Peter could already tell. He didn’t say anything, not wanting to put any pressure on you, but his eyes sparkled with joy at that thought.

“Well, in that case, my dear wife…” he raised to his knees, offering you his hands to help you sit up, which you gracefully accepted. “I will not stand in your way. But on one condition. That you give me one last kiss. And another one after you’re dressed. And another one before you walk out the door.”

“A little demanding, are we?”

“I-I’m sorry, I… I just want to make up for eleven years of missing you…”

“I’m kidding, Peter”, you reassured him. Your delicate fingertips caressed his cheekbones and forehead, dancing around his eyes, right where his Spider ones would’ve been, and you traced their imaginary shape.

He leaned into your touch, as you followed the arch of his unruly eyebrow. “You kept your promise”, you reminded him softly. “I’ll give you all the kisses that you want.”

“Oh God, I’ll promise you the World”, Peter declared, sealing this new vow by bringing your lips together. “The World, y/n…”

Giggles filled the air and you both fell back on the bed, happy to steal a few more moments from the new day and to fill them with yourselves, separating only when breathing each other wasn’t enough anymore.

When Peter rested his forehead on yours, trying to catch some air, you carded your hands through his hair, playing with the curls. “Would you like to join us?”

“Won’t I be intruding?”, he questioned, visibly worried about what Audra could say or do. “It’s a Ladies’ gathering, after all.”

“Nonsense.” You shook your head, clicking your tongue. “I can bring a guest.”

He raised his eyebrow at you. “Says who?”

You affectionately bumped his nose with yours. “The Lady of this castle”, you answered solemnly.

Peter shivered, making you roll your eyes at him. “Better not make her angry…”

“She can be a real monster when she is.”

“I think you’re mistaken with–”

“Don’t say it”, you interrupted him, shushing him with your finger on his lips. You didn’t want him to say that, not even as a joke, because you were aware that part of him was being painfully serious. “You are not a monster, Peter.”

Your hand moved to his chest, and you made him touch you in the same way, too. “Your heart… I feel it like it’s mine.” Your gaze never strayed from his face as you said it. “And I know that it’s a good heart. That you’re a good person.”

“y/n…”

Seeing that he was about to cry, you kissed his cheek, keeping your hands in place. “So, is it a yes?”, you breathed against the heated blushing skin, your heart racing with joy when you heard him smile. “You are going to join us?”

“I’d love to.”

A/n: ... pls don’t be mad at me, I know this was weird, to say the least, but I needed to write it. Plus, I have a weak spot for Beauty and the Beast scenarios, so I had no choice... I hope you enjoyed this at least a little, thank you if you made it here and remember that I love you 💜

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art trades open!

there that’s basically it

PLEASE READ CAREFULLY THE RULES AHEAD!! I’LL BARK AT YOU IF I SOMEHOW NOTICE YOU DIDN’T ÖWÁ ØWÅ

😎🤌🏼💖 what I accept:

ship art (you’ll get ship art in return ⇒ I can do cc x oc, oc x oc, or cc x cc if it doesn’t make me uncomfortable)

fics (I’ll very probably ask for oc x cc; I accept bulleted fics)

video edits (twisted wonderland voice lines, preferably without software watermark but it’s oki anyways) // THOSE ARE LIMITED; if someone offers to do video edits, I’ll only accept a certain quantity (5) since it’s all I need. After someone offers to trade for them, this option won’t be up anymore (I’ll edit this post if this happens)

😔🕶🤏🏼💓 rules:

I’ll draw the same you offer! if you offer a sketch drawing, I’ll give you a sketch drawing; if you draw a completely rendered pic, I’ll draw a completely rendered pic, etc. me = you

I have the right to reject your art trade request if it makes me uncomfortable. If you’re still up for an art trade before that, please request something else.

please be respectful while you request and understanding if I don’t manage to finish the piece after only a couple days. I have a social life too and my routine isn’t stable; it can change at any time.

the art trade order will go by request (FIRST ASK FIRST SERVE): the earlier you send me a text, the earlier I’ll put you on the list.

I’ll be accepting up to 3 art trades. Once those slots are taken, you’ll be put on a waiting list to reserve a slot once it’s opened again. f you're a mutual, it's more likely I'll get into your piece the first bc mutuals rights

please remember to give me references if you ask for ocs!! I can accept picrews too, but don’t get angry if I don’t draw some details you haven’t told me about.

I can trade art for video edits or fanfics too! I’d need some help for my ocs’ voice lines videos so it’d be very appreciated;;

→ about this, (pink text is what you’ll get)

- help on 2 video edits (I’ll give you the templates and the audio, you’d just have to put them together) = colored sketch

- help on 5 video edits (same as before, you’d have to put the audio to the pic) = rendered drawing, bust-height

- fic 100-200 words (accepting bulleted fics) = colored sketch

- fic 800+ words (accepting bulleted fics too) = rendered drawing, bust/waist height depending on the length

the piece can take from 1 week to 2 months, depending if I have free time or if I’m busy af

please send me a text via tumblr DMs or discord (by Inky#6188). It’s more likely I’ll answer quicker via discord since I’m more online there usually. We can discuss the trade easier that way!

I hope it’s oki if I post my part of the trade in this blog since otherwise I won’t post on weeks bANABDNDJH, ofc you’ll be properly tagged and credited for your oc if you ask for an oc drawing

I need you to add two specific emojis in your text. They’re written somewhere in this post, so you have to read carefully through all of it

you don’t have to have a pose in mind, but it’d be easier for me if you did! you can send me a pic or a rough sketch of it to facilitate the work

✅ will do:

ocs, canon characters

ship art (waist height max)

chibis

complicated outfits

❌ won’t do:

fullbodies (I’m sorry my anatomy sucks)

NSFW/ suggestive art

heavy gore

difficult backgrounds, like,, have you ever seen a drawing of mine with a proper background

nudity

pedophilia ships, or draw a person who resembles a child romantically with one who resembles an adult

mecha

furries, but I can do hybrids tho (example: cat ears and tail etc)

specific art style (I cry in agony to even draw my own stuff in twst or genshin style)

please add the emojis 🌸💖 somewhere in your text request so I know you read through everything!! if you don’t add them, I’ll conclude that you didn’t read them and I’ll mostly get pretty upset bBSNB

some art examples (you can see them all through my blog tho and in my masterlist)

colored sketch:

fully rendered drawing:

yeah and that’s it! thanks for reading until the end! art trades are open until I specifically state the opposite!! <3

#art trade #inky speaks #ART TRADES OPEN

[thedaddie]

hi!! can i request an hq matchup?

i’m bi and go by she/they? i have long wavy platinum blonde hair with bangs, dark green eyes, fair skin and a slim thick figure. people see me as arrogant or intimidating by start, because i don’t really care much about people’s opinion. i’m very adventurous, laugh easily, pretty laid back, crack jokes, partystarter and like letting loose. but i’m also very mature, analytical and quick-witted. i’m very observant, loyal to my friends, send tons of memes and give great advice, even if my words come out harsh. my friends also see me as the personal bully, out of affection, a huge petty tease and very mischievous, call me a chaotic neutral.

i’m a virgo and intj. i daydream a bit and like to question the universe, theories and existence.

i'm optimistic, competitive, not really quick to judge someone and hope for the best in people. my love language is a tie between words of affirmation and physical affection.

my aesthetic or fashion style is something like 70’s, mid 90’s and dark fairy core.

i love travelling, horror and occult stuff, animals, music, video games, plants and nature, fashion, cooking, chess and physical activities.

thank you for reading and i hope you have a great day 💜

hi babe!! thanks for requesting!! i match you with…

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

IM LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH THIS PAIRING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND AHHHHHHH

so ok it all started when you were a kid!

and you were besties with the one and only NISHINOYA

but you guys lost touch as you got older 😢

then you saw him at school and were like!! noya!! bestie!! it’s me!!

so now that his childhood friend is back in his life he HAS to introduce you to his current best friend

the minute tanaka saw you his eyes borderline popped out of his head

YOU WERE JUST SO COOL AND STUNNING AND AHHHHH

his mind was going a million miles per hour because he was now DEDICATED to you (let’s just pretend he never had a crush on kiyoko)

he shows up with the bold mf moves and the shitty (but ultimately endearing) pick up lines

the actual first thing this bitch said to you was “you look so familiar. didn’t we take a class together? i could’ve sworn we had chemistry 😎”

you kinda smiled and brushed him off but we know that didn’t bother him one bit

so for the next couple weeks whenever you were with noya, tanaka wasn’t far behind

he bought you things, carried your bags, walked you to class, and even dedicated serves to you

you’re in the audience after he does it like v(=∩_∩=)ﾌ

yknow and after awhile you genuinely started to care for him as more than just a persistent acquaintance

so one day you went up to him and asked him out!

mans went pale and stopped breathing like 😨

on the actual date he didn’t even resemble the buoyant, loud person he was when trying to get your attention, he was sweet and attentive and careful 😫

SO NOW YOURE TOGETHER

AND NOYA IS TIRED OF YALL

bro he honestly finds you so attractive he can’t believe he got so lucky

you guys both seem very intimidating at first! walking the halls like 😠🤝😠 but inside yall r little softies just for each other 🥲

you guys love (friendly) bullying!! your fav victims are the karasuno team 😈

but you’re also the more mature one out of the two of you!! so when it’s time to do homework, you’re the one pulling him away from the tv

no one can hang out with you guys and not have the best fuckinf time ever like WOW

your philosophical questioning ways never phase tanaka cause you could be like “what if life is one big illusion” and he’ll be like “yknow what else is big-“

he LOVES your dark side!! he’s always down to watch a horror movie or play a scary game with you!! his favorite movie is Jennifer’s Body and fav game series is the Silent Hill franchise >:)

literally freaks tf out when he plays scary games but pretends like it’s not a big deal

he played the game P.T and cried

and i just KNOW y’all have the best halloween costumes!! no one can even compare 😤

very much Morticia and Gomez Addams vibes ❤️

babe you had to teach him to play chess AND YOU REGRET IT BECAUSE HE BEATS YOU EVERY TIME YOU PLAY URBSHDHDH

bro model your outfits for him!! your style is so cool in his eyes and he loves seeing different clothes on you

plus you help him pick out his outfits!! y’all are hands down the best dressed couple in existence

you like physical activities and competition? get ready love you’re racing him to school tomorrow

his love languages are definitely acts of service and words of affirmation

your $1 short for a snack? hope you’re hungry he bought out the whole vending machine! you’re feeling kind of down today? heres 100 reasons why you’re the best person on the face of the earth

his sister LOVES you! she couldn’t be more proud of her little brother for finding someone as amazingly awesome as you! she likes hanging out with you and taking you on drives (don’t forget to buckle up 😥)

you gifted him a lil plant and he takes the best care of it 🥰 it’s genuinely his baby he loves it so much

OK so now ur zodiacs! virgo and aries!

aries always has the need to be honest and straightforward and virgos are faithful and hate being lied to! being honest and asking for it in return is very important :))

the fact that you guys started as friends is very beneficial to your relationship! the transition from a friendly relationship to a romantic one was easier for aries tanaka because it makes him more tolerant and a better listener

you guys share values when it matters! things you disagree on serve as reasons to laugh rather than rifts in the relationship!

and you guys just have so much in common! you have so many shared activities! either of you would be happy to lounge around all day or get up and go on a run

all in all, if you can adapt to tanakas energy and he can learn how to organize his thoughts, everything should work out!!

so you’re an INTJ and tanaka is an ESTP

you guys are introverts and extroverts, so tanaka really likes getting out there and being loud while you prefer a quieter lifestyle.

if you avoid making him adhere to a strict lifestyle and he gives you enough space to be comfortable, things should go great!

helping tanaka set goals would be really helpful! because he can also help you have a more flexible attitude on things :)

in the end, being patient with each other and making an attempt to understand the others lifestyle is the key to a healthy and happy relationship!!

SO YEAH YALL ARE MY FAVS I LOVE YOU MWAH 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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moodboard:

“AHHHHH!” tanaka let out a shriek as he ran from the monster who had jumped out of nowhere and was now chasing him. he vigorously pressed down on the button of his controller, trying to make his character go faster and ignore your cackles from behind him.

“you’re gonna die!!” you shout between laughs, gasping for air at his desperation.

“no! no i’m not!” his eyes are wide and practically glued to the tv. he sits up and puts his face even closer to the screen. “pleasepleasepleaseplease-“

before he can beg any longer, the monster snatches his character, swiftly killing him before tanaka could blink. the screen flashes red and you’re borderline screaming with laughter.

“i died because of you!” he pointed at you, his tone mocking.

“not my fault you suck!” suddenly he jumps at you, tackling you and tickling your sides as you thrash around the bed.

“ryu! stop!” your pleas are ignored and he continues until you are completely out of breath. tanaka collapses beside you and smiles.

“loser,” you wheeze out.

“dork.” he responds.

a beat of silence passes before you sit up and grab the controller that your boyfriend discarded.

“my turn,” you look at him. “watch and learn.”

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songs for your matchup :)

you are the coolest person ever thank you for requesting!! hope you enjoyed!

#🌷matchups #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #haikyuu drabbles #hq drabbles #hq fluff #hq tanaka #haikyuu tanaka #tanaka headcanons #tanaka fluff #hq matchups

[foxymoxynoona]

“He wanted to be that person again, even without her, so that when he saw her again --and he would see her again-- […] Maybe it would be years. She had been his compass for a while and she’d just have to be his compass again.”

Oh, excuse me, an amended JK just slipped into my eye😪.

No okay, jokes aside (who’s joking tho, that hurt💀), I love the opposition between them getting/going to get better mentally (which should give a sense of peace or whatever resembles it at least) and the atmosphere that is just so.. sad? Melancholic? Dejected? Gloomy? The calm and quietness (especially Sasha’s part) before the storm but the storm already happened? It sounds stupid but it’s like instead of the constant thought “I’ll still feel miserable but I’ll just have to wait and get over it” no one is really giving up on the other. Which makes it all 2773738 times more painful😫. So a message for future Sasha and JK: don’t you dare break up again😤😡.

My prediction is: this whole (well, the better part of it at least) book will be dedicated to their individual healing or, you know, some parts of it. They either get back together near the end or they progressively get closer starting from NOW !!! (no okay just kidding lol… unless?👀). Don’t worry, I’ll be back on this post in a few months anyway laughing at my past self as always like “ha what a clown she was to even think that”🤡

🌸

I love how differently everyone is reading this chapter, I really do. I totally get where you feel the melancholy and sadness. There's a thread of hope that things will get better, and there's quiet because Sasha isn't drowning now, but yeah, there's some of that misery and loneliness and pain as well.

I really love predictions! Obviously I will say NO COMMENT haha, but I look forward to hearing your reflections whether you are correct or incorrect 😎

#🌸anon #asks #flux

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Now this is a theory that’s been sitting with me since I read Rave Master and I was wondering who I could tell and then I remember, I have a blog.

So for those of you who don’t know, this is Sieg Hart. He’s a character from mashima’s first series Rave Master and was brutally and cruelly murdered who bears a great resemblance to our jellybean. Why?

Well you see Sieg as well as all the other natural born magic users in Rave hail from the village of Mildea and as such, have tattoos on their face to show as such. They were rather reclusive and kept to themselves but after the war at the end of the series the villagers began to spread out and joined the general population.

Now as I’m also rather partial to the theory that Rave and Fairy Tail take place in the same universe this contributed to the rise of magic as the Mildeans mixed with the population (but not by much as the total magic population in fairy tail is just 10%)

But since generations passed the original Mildean culture diminished greatly. Except for a subset of people. Like in Avatar where we have descendants of the sun warriors keeping the culture alive, there's a line of direct descendants from the original Mildean people who practice the whole thing with the face tattoos and have access to particular powerful caster type magics (because cool stuff tends to be passed down the family line right?)

Am I saying that Jellal is possibly descended from Mildean people which would explain his tattoo and his really OP heavenly body magic? Yes I am.

Am I probably overthinking this because mashima probably just decided to use over an old character design? Most likely, but my theory's cooler.😎

#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanon #fairy tail theory #jellal fernandes #sieg hart #rave #rave master #fairy tail x rave

[dirtyvulture]

😎Ok so I know that I have send a LOT of posts but the thought of Wolvie’s last memory of Kit in person BEING HER FIRST KISS( also what if SB’s last memory of Luna before she moved away was SB’s first kiss? 👀👀👀👀 And for the record it was Luna that kissed them , it was also Luna’s first kiss too) !!!!!! That is going to give me such brain rot I have to get it out , but I promise after this I will let Vulture catch up . Also looking back on some of my other posts, Autocorrect continues to be the bane of my existence and all the little grammar/ spelling mistakes , not going to lie bugs me quite a bit . I Know people can still understand and get what I mean but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still bug the hell out of me.

Ok so the Christmas party of 1844 that was the last time that 12 year old Jane Howlett ( little sickly pre mutation ! Wolverine R) and 15 year old  Quincy ( Kit) Morris Jr ever saw each other in person. In Peter Pan there was a whole thing that Wendy gifting Peter a “ Kiss” that was actually a thimble . I am thinking that maybe R didn’t really know or understand what a kiss actually was ( she would give Kit pecks on the cheek and he would kiss her forehead and her temple . Her papa and pa -John Howlett and Quincy Morris Sr - would give her kisses on the cheek, forehead and temple too. Ma - still don’t have a name for her …. Let’s just call her Mary . Mary Morris - would also do the same thing to Jane but all of that was affection from adults/ parents that love her and innocent actions of affection from a boy that has a crush. For Jane that is innocent affection from a little girl who doesn’t know romance yet. R has never seen nor learned about romantic kissing or kissing on the lips) so she would also give Kit a “ Kiss” by giving him a thimble or some other small objects. But one day in 1844 R overheard some of older high society girls ( they could be Kit’s age or just a bit older than Little! 12 year old R ) talking about what kissing ACTUALLY is .

You see Kit was a bit of a flirt and player with the older ( high society or not ) girls ( but was ALWAYS the gentleman, You can decide exactly how far Kit went with these girls and also unknown to people openly …. guys at this time. That’s right Kit is Bi !!!! But after R disappeared Kit did sleep around a lot but never married / had children or had a serious relationship . And all the older girls / women later on suspiciously bared at least a little bit of a resemblance or a HUGE RESEMBLANCE to R . ) and acted in a way that he never would or do with R ( he always acted in a age appropriate manner and a innocent way to and for R because she was so young at the time. 3 or 4 years isn’t a big deal in adulthood but for growing up it is . There is a HUGE DIFFERENCE between a 12 year old and a 15 year old , Kit knew and respected that . He wanted her to be the CHILD she was and not this MATURE WOMAN everyone * Cough her mother Elizabeth Cough* was FORCING her to be . Kit would also NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE of R or anyone for that matter) with these older girls . They were talking about kissing Kit ( they called him Quincy) , other boys and more romantic stuff that R didn’t really understand. They also mentioned R and “ How sad for Quincy to be arranged/ hoped to marry or CONSTANTLY be STUCK with SUCH A BABY” or a “ IMMATURE LITTLE GIRL and a Sickly one at that” . That R constantly calling him that “ Stupid little baby name” of Kit . ( Because HOW DARE a girl 3 to a couple of years younger than them act like a CHILD or act like she is 3 to couple of years younger…. like her DAMN AGE👀👀👀. These girls were what one would call “ Jealous Bicthes” ) . R may not have fully understood what they were saying ( she could have been jealous because she could have had a little crush on Kit but didn’t realize it at the time or as adult or not) but she didn’t like what they were saying about Kit or about her. She has always strived ( forced more like it) to be mature or act like an adult, and she didn’t want to drag Kit down or to make Kit act like something he isn’t because he haves to humor a baby like her . She is also worried that Kit ….. Quincy hated the name she has always called him because that is what he has always gone by ( she doesn’t remember that she is the reason behind the name) but what if he only did it to humor her( He loved/ loves the name Kit , he hated / hates when people called him Quincy or Junior. His parents only ever called him that now whenever he was in trouble, his parents knew how much the name Kit meant to him or whenever it was something really IMPORTANT and they NEEDED his attention. R RARELY called him Quincy / Junior and that is when he KNOWS HE FUCKED UP , she is PISSED at him or he REALLY HURT HER. She also called him that when it’s REALLY IMPORTANT or REALLY NEEDED his ATTENTION ) . Worried about him calling her Janey (Whenever Kit isn’t calling her Princess or anyother names . He is calling her Janey and RARELY called her Jane . R’s papa , pa and ma all calls her Janey. Only the groundskeeper, her mother and stuff - under the WATCHFUL eyes of ELIZABETH HOWLETT called R Jane ) because he ONLY EVER sees her as a baby or a sickly little girl that he is stuck with.

You can decide how , when and all the that other stuff is all worked out and how Kit reacted to all that or I could go over that a another time . But fast forward to the Christmas party of high society ( it was December 3rd 1844, a 140 years before a certain Russian Red head was born ) . R sees this skinny scrawny 15 year old boy barely taller than her but is definitely healthy enough and in a suit for the formal occasion ( Kit wasn’t sickly or frail like R was , he just was a growing teenage boy) His hair freshly cut and looks at her with his soft big brown eyes like always. They were sitting out on the balcony side by side with Kit’s jacket around her shoulders and R looks at him , saying that she doesn’t understand why people are so working up with Romance and all that mushy stuff and apparently how kissing is the start of adulthood . She says that she is comfortable with Kit , she trusts him and would want him to be all of her firsts ( He was actually there for her first steps and Kit was her first word, that is when his eyes widened and decided he was now Kit ) and wants him to teach her everything that she needs to know … later on( She doesn’t know what those other firsts are yet or that he wouldn’t be there, wouldn’t teach her or be her other firsts ) . She still wants to be a kid now ( Kit talked to her and reassured her that it’s okay to be a kid) but would like to learn about kissing and what the big fuss is . That is when she kisses him( it was just a little peck to the lips ) looks at him and says “ That’s it ?!!!! That isn’t anything to write home about , adults and those girls are sooo weird!!!!!” R then snuggles into Kit as he hugs her . That is the last memory in person R had of him , she fell asleep with her head in the crook of his neck and her father John later came and carried her while she was still sleeping to the carriage where they drove away .

Heehee, I'm glad to get your gears going with that last idea :)

For some weird reason, I now have a headcanon that pre-mutated!R would just give random (sometimes useless) trinkets to Kit, but because she felt they were important and significant to her. Perhaps a rainbow-colored rock she found while playing out in the creek with Kit, or even a crumpled napkin from a special dinner they had together. And Kit kept all of these "useless" items, even when he forgot their meaning. He just knew they were important.

Maybe in another life (perhaps one where R did not mutate), R and Kit could have had a very happy and fulfilling life together. :) I'm glad R has a good last memory of him, and not the one of the other girls being jealous of her lol.

#😎 anon #vulture answers #darkest knight au

[timandlucy]

linstead for the winter otp thing

1: Who makes the other hot chocolate?

Jay makes Erin some, because she’s cranky that it’s cold outside. And he puts the little marshmallows in and everything to cheer her up.

2: Who knits the other a seasonal sweater?

I can’t really picture any of them knitting (I’m seriously laughing so much picturing it), but like maybe Erin picks it up because somebody tells her it’s relaxing and she tries to make something resembling a sweater (but ultimately fails)

3: Who’s family hosts a bigger holiday gathering? What’s the gathering like for your OTP?

None of them have families like that, Jay barely speaks to his dad, and Erin has only Voight left, but once they get married or even after moving in together I can totally picture them hosting a gathering for everyone who doesn’t have a family to get to and they form their own little family.

4: How would your OTP react to having a snow day?

They would both love it tbh, they’d just cuddle on the couch (or in bed 😎😎) and just form their own little bubble, and they’d probably be a little pissed when they were able to go outside.

5: Who offers the other one their jacket?

Jay gives it to Erin (CANON OMG I’m emotional okay), whenever she’s chilly. Or just any piece of clothing, like a sweater, hoodie, cardigan... all fair game.

6: Who makes a snowman that looks like the other member of your OTP, or do they both do this?

Erin would make one looking like Ruzek, and Jay would laugh but he’d end up helping her, and they’d both take a bunch of pictures and send them to everyone in the unit.

7: Does your OTP ever have snowball fights?

Yes, absolutely, when they have a day off, or maybe head up to Wisconsin for the holidays they do all the crazy childish kid things. And he’d be secretly annoyed she’s so great at it, because he was the best as a kid, and he’d pout a little, and she’d end up kissing his pout away (snow fight over...)

8: What gifts would they get each other for the holidays?

That always baffles me, because outside of work and sports we didn’t really get to know many interests they have, so we have to mainly speculate. But I think Erin would get Jay tickets for like a hockey game for his team, or a tv apparently haha, and he’d either get her something girly, like jewellery, or something he knows she’ll really like like a new leather jacket, or new boxing gloves or idk.

9: How do they spend their winter holiday? Do they even celebrate the same holiday?

They both celebrate Christmas, so yes, but Erin is not big on holidays. Somehow, though, he manages to put her in the spirit, and they start their own little traditions, and though they spend it mostly inside, ordering takeout and cuddling a lot, it’s still a way for Erin to experience holidays in a positive way. I think they’d also talk about the people they miss, like Nadia or Jay’s mom and Mouse.

10: What sort of seasonal treats does your OTP like to eat?

Jay loves eggnog, Erin will gobble down anything that has cinnamon in it.

11: How do they spend New Year’s Eve?

Inside, having the new years program on and celebrating with champagne and kissing at midnight. They don’t make a big fuss out of it, though one year Jay drags Erin to a party at Molly’s--mainly to see her get all dolled up so he can take her dress off later--but they actually can’t keep their hands off each other and they bolt and go home before midnight.

12: Who initiates the New Year’s kiss?

If they’re in public, it’s Jay, because she’s still a little shy about showing pda, but if they’re at home she’s all over him.

13: Who tries to get a secret gift for the other one for Valentine’s Day?

Jay for sure. Like I have this headcanon that I wrote down in a fic actually, that Erin forgets about VD, and he surprises her. But maybe next year she reciprocates.

14: Would your OTP take a walk together in the snow?

They’d do it all the time in W, but in town, I think Jay would trick her. She’d refuse to go out, and he’d tell her they need to go somewhere, and they’d walk cause it was short distance, and at some point she realizes she’s been tricked, but she’s enjoying his glove-clad hand in hers and the chilly air, and the way they occasionally bump into each other bc of the snow too much to say anything.

15: Which one gets more excited over the first snow of winter?

Jay. Erin is all practical and stuff, and is bitching about traffic and how she has to clean her car, and he’s all excited like a little kid, and he takes her down to make snow angels. And as she’s making a snow angel at 1am in the morning and she can only hear his breathing and every other sound is drowned in snow, she realizes she’s definitely going to marry this guy.

#THANK YOU #winter otp asks #ask me game #headcanons #winter headcanons #e11evenseggos

[dollaspirations]

Someone on Tinder told me I looked like Olivia Munn and my first reaction was that I definitely didn’t have a hot enough body but then I googled her and I kinda see the resemblance in our stare? And the way we kind of carry our face? I don’t have the beautiful coloured eyes (mine are boring plain brown) or the beautiful sculpted body or fashion sense she has but I mean I’ll take it for now anyway 😎

[ye-onge]

#mineblr #ashshsvdusbsgsjkgbv!??? #I don’t see a resemblance 😎 #minecraft