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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Hawks Getting Y/n Pregnant After A Rut

This was a request but I can’t find the ask where it was requested, but it certainly was requested.

Genre: fluff

Type: headcannon/drabble

Word Count: 1.7K Words

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex, mentions of rut, children, vomiting, Keigo being a bit of an asshole, doctors, mentions of sensory overload, mentions of blood, crying, reader calls Kei ‘daddy’ as a joke once,

Other: I did my best to keep it gender neutral, so there aren’t any gendered pronouns used for the reader, so they could be non binary or trans masc. Also, I do plan on never getting pregnant and have never been pregnant before so I really have no experience and no qualifications to be writing on this subject so let’s just see how this turns out.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

“Kei.”

“Nope.”

“Kei.”

“I said no.”

“I said yes.”

“Well too damn bad. I’m not carrying you.”

“It’s your damn fault I can’t walk, you fucked me for five days straight this time around, I literally can’t feel my legs. You will carry me.”

“Except it isn’t my fault I have ruts, I’m not in control.”

“It was your dick fucking me, Kei. No one else’s, so it’s your fault.”

This was a normal occurrence in the springtime, right after Keigo’s ruts. The small fight over your capabilities.

“You can walk to the bathroom yourself.” Keigo was in bed next to you, arms crossed. “It’s literally been a whole ass week.”

“You fucked me for five days!” you exclaimed. “Do you really expect me to be up and running the same amount of time after that?”

“Yes!” Keigo exclaimed. “It’s not like I hurt you or anything, you barely did anything the whole time, you’re fine!”

You leaned across the bed to glare him in the eyes, examining his slitted pupils for any sign that he might back down. You found none.

“Ughhhh fiiiiiine I’ll walk.” you groaned, throwing the blankets aside and standing up. Your legs were still sore, but you could maneuver them well enough. “Asshole.” you grumbled

“Oh yes, I’m the asshole.” he smirked, sitting back. You rolled your eyes, pausing for a moment to hold onto the edge of the bed.

“Something doesn’t feel right...” you muttered.

“Seriously, Y/n? I said I wasn’t carrying you so-”

“No, Kei I’m not joking, I feel sick.”

“I’m sure you’re just hungry.” Keigo waved you off, seemingly uncaring about your situation. You shot him another glare that he totally missed. Suddenly, you felt something move up in your body, and you launched yourself into the bathroom to crouch over the toilet.

“Babe?” Keigo sat up in bed, trying to peek into the bathroom. He blanched when he heard you gasp, and then a loud splat noise. He was on his feet in an instant, crouching next to you as you wiped your mouth with toilet paper.

“I fuckin told you...” you grumbled, and he rubbed your back worriedly.

“Boy who cried wolf!” he exclaimed “I’m sorry, baby, are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” you snapped, and he frowned. “I’m sorry, no, I’m not okay- hold up- more’s coming-”

You threw up the next day too.

And the day after that.

One the fourth day, Keigo was panicking, insisting he take you to the doctors.

“I keep telling him I’m fine, I probably just caught a stomach bug or something.” you shrugged, sitting on the uncomfortable table bed thingie inside the doctor’s office. Keigo was in the chair behind you, holding your hand.

Not for your comfort, but for his.

He hated the sterile smell of the doctors, hated the smooth white walls with charts hanging from them, too bright lights stabbing at his eyes, and the smooth way the doctors spoke was all too similar to his handlers from the commission.

You wanted to get the visit over with and get Keigo out of here before he went into sensory overload, you knew just how much he hated hospitals and doctors, and while it was sweet that he would force himself to go through it for you, you didn’t want him to.

“I keep telling them they’re not fine,” Keigo grumbled. “Look at them, they don’t look fine and I keep telling them something’s wrong but-”

“Please don’t start to fight in my office,” the doctor sighed, she glanced between you and Keigo. “I understand Hawks goes through ‘ruts’ as you would call them in the springtime, and during that time he is much more fertile than usual. Have the two of you just finished one of those ruts?”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “It lasted five days this time.” Keigo nodded.

“DO you think maybe I got them sick?” Kei worried, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Keigo have you ever heard of someone getting sick after sex and not- oh oh, Doctor are you implying-”

“Yes, I am, you should probably get tested for it. We can do a blood test, they’re more accurate.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

“I’ll send you to the Hematologist,”

“The what?”

“Blood doctor, Keigo. I need a blood test.”

“So I did get you sick!”

“Oh my god Keigo, no, just- we’ll see what happens.”

“Is it normal that I’m confused?”

“Unfortunately, it’s very normal.”

Keigo continued to be confused and worried for the next few days, at least until you got an email.

“Why’s this one so important?” Keigo pouted. “And why can’t I read it with you?”

“It’s the result of the blood test.” you explained, clicking on the email and scrolling past the formalities to get to the result

“So basically it’s the result of whether my cum is toxic or not...” Keigo was laying on the bed near your feet while you were sat up on your laptop.

“Your cum isn’t toxic, Kei.” you chuckled, reading through the email. “I would have gotten ‘sick’ much sooner if your cum was toxic.”

“How do you know my cum didn’t just- suddenly become toxic?” he exclaimed

“Keigo. Stop. Your cum is not toxic.” you sighed, finally reaching the results.

Your lips lifted up and you started to practically buzz with excitement. You cupped your hands over your mouth and squealed. Keigo lifted his head up, staring at you in confusion.

“Babe? What happened?” His wings twitched as you shut the laptop, setting it aside and flinging yourself at him. Your arms squeezing his midsection tight. “Ah shit- Y/n what’s going on? Why are you so happy?” He sat up, pulling you into his lap. “I’m not against you smiling and cuddling me but I am still very much confused.”

“Keigo, I’m pregnant!” you squealed, holding onto his shoulders, your face was stretched wide in a bright smile “We’re gonna have a baby!”

“Wait- what?” His face immediatelty lifted

“Yes! We’re gonna have a kid!”

“Holy shit, really?” He hands flew to your stomach “My kid is in there?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to keep it from quivering, his hands were shaking against your stomach.

“Yes, Keigo. You’re gonna be a dad!” He let out a warbled sort of chirp, pressing his face into your neck. His breath fanned out over your skin, and you could feel moisture against it.

“I’m so happy!” he whispered, voice wavering slightly “Fuck I’m so happy with you, I- I’m gonna be a good dad for our little chick.” his hand rubbed circles against your belly. You traced your hand up to rub Keigo’s back.

“They’re lucky to have someone like you to be their dad, Kei. I love you, and I know you’ll raise our child right.” His grip in you tightened

“I- I can’t I’m just- fuck words can’t describe it, I-” He pulled away from your neck and pressed his lips against yours, you closed your eyes and kisses back, enjoying his passion. It was like however close you could be wasn’t close enough, and he needed to just be with you.

You broke the kiss a few minutes later, pulling away to cup his face. His golden eyes were full of tears, and his smile was the brightest it had ever been.

“I love you...” he whispered. “And I already love our kid.” You stroked his cheek with your finger, speechless. You kisses his nose, giggling a little.

“We’re gonna be a family,” you told him

“I can’t wait!”

After that, Keigo just couldn’t keep his hands off you, especially your belly, even while it was small, he just couldn’t keep himself from holding your belly and talking to the baby.

“Goodnight, Y/n~” Keigo pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand rubbing circles onto your growing belly. “And goodnight Akina!”

“Keigo, we don’t know if it’s gonna be a girl, so don’t name it just yet!” you chuckled.

“But Akina’s just perfect, if it’s a girl then she’d be a lovely spring flower” he cooed, scooching down to your belly.

“Keigo, I’d be concerned if our baby was born in the springtime, that’s way late!”

“Well she was conceived in springtime!” Keigo exclaimed, pressing his cheek to your belly “Weren’t you, Akina? My beautiful daughter~”

“You don’t know if it’s your daughter or your son yet, Kei! Seriously!” you laughed at the way he spoke to your belly, running your hands through his golden tresses.

“Well if it’s a boy, what do you think his name should be?” he asked

“I was thinking Hajime, I mean this is a whole new beginning for both of us.”

“Hajime...” Keigo breathed, pressing a kiss to your belly. “My darling child, my Hajime, my Akina, my perfect child I already love you~”

You buried your face in your hands, giggling, Keigo was just too precious sometimes, you couldn’t wait to have his and your child.

“Oh! Keigo I felt something!” you exclaimed, Keigo sat up, pressing his hand against your belly.

“Was it a-”

“Yes! They’re kicking!” you placed your hand over Keigo’s, moving it so he could feel the small bursts of pressure. You heard him suck in a breath, vibrating with happiness.

“They’re so strong!” he was beaming with pride, feeling his child kick up against his hand. “I’m going to keep them so safe, they won’t cry like I have, like you have, they’ll know true happiness.”

“We’ll protect them, and when our little birdie is ready, then one day they can fly away...”

“But we’ll always be there when they need us.” Keigo pressed himself against you, kissing your neck “We’ll all be so happy!”

“Keigo, that tickles!”

“I still can’t believe it, that little chick will call me ‘dad!’”

“What, is me calling you ‘daddy’ not enough?” you joked and he laughed, pressing one more kiss to your skin before rolling onto his stomach and resting his head on your shoulder

“I love you Y/n, I love you Akina, Hajime,” he murmured, you settled into the blankets next to him, letting him cover your body with one of his wings as you absentmindedly wrapped an arm around his body.

“I love you too, Keigo. And you, my child.”

Oh my gosh

I wanna do a part two

But like- angsty?

Idfk this is just v fun-

It’s either gonna be fluffy Hajime/Akina being born and living life to the fullest

A miscarriage

Or maybe the reader dies and Keigo has to raise the child alone- which could very well result in Keigo abusing the child- AHHH SO MANY POSSIBILITIESS

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princessjungeun · 4 years

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Sunshine on A Cloudy Day: Sana x Reader

tw// chronic illness, hospitals, needles, mention of cancer

it’s a high school au btw

this is based on my personal experience. pls be respectful as it wasn’t easy for me to write this :)

Your alarm played through your room, waking you up immediately. You pressed snooze at least seven times before actually getting up and dressing yourself for the long day that was to come.

You pulled on your favorite t shirt and pajama pants before tugging on a sweatshirt. You checked the time before packing your bag, making sure to add your laptop and phone along with their chargers, snacks, socks, favorite stuffed animal, and a few extra school assignments.

By the time you made it downstairs your mom was already waiting for you. Quickly she handed you an apple and muffin to eat on the car ride.

“Okay sweetie I have a meeting this morning from 8 until 11. I’ll bring you lunch, just text or call and tell me what you want.” Your mother spoke not taking her eyes off the road as she drove.

Your mom pulled out her wallet and handed you two familiar cards, telling you to tuck them away until someone inside asked for them.

“Alright sweet girl I’ll be back soon, if they have any issues call me and I can sort it out.” Your mom kissed your forehead before letting you out the car, watching you walk inside before driving away.

Your feet felt heavy as the familiar smell of saline and disinfectant filled your nose. You grabbed a disposable mask off the lobby desk and put it on.

As you started to walk towards the elevator a woman called after you “maam!”

You turned around and pulled down the mask “don’t worry I’m still a minor. I’m going to the 4th floor.”

The woman nodded and gave you a thumbs up with a smile before turning back to check in adults.

It was still early so not many people were in the hallways, except the emergency wing. It is always packed no matter what.

You made your way to the fourth floor hoping if you wakes slower you just wouldn’t have to go. But that wasn’t how it worked and you knew it.

When you entered the waiting room you found a seat by the window. The dull grey sky offered no source of light, leaving you to rely on the fluorescent ceiling panels for brightness.

“Miss Y/LN?” The woman at the desk called your name, waving you over.

“Good morning sweetie haven’t seen you for a few weeks now.” She smiled as she spoke her tone was calming but also happy.

She asked “you got the insurance card for me?” You nodded and handed her one of the cards waiting for her to tell you how much you owed for today’s visit.

“And you have a $30 copay today, would you like to take care of that now?” You nodded and handed her the second card your mom gave you earlier. She finished checking you in “alright they’ll call you back in a bit.”

You sat down and pulled out your phone knowing that your girlfriend was actually awake now.

Y/N: hey

Sana 💞: good morning jagi

Sana 💞: you have an appointment today right?

Y/N 💘: yeah...kinda just wanna go back home

Sana 💞: it’s okay i’ll come over after school and make it better

Y/N 💘: you don’t have to i’ll be fine, this isn’t new

Sana💞: no girlfriend obligations

Sana 💞: i’m coming and you can’t stop me

Y/N 💘: okay fine

Y/N 💘: i’ll text you later, they’re calling me back now

•

It didn’t take long for your nurse to call you back and get you situated in a treatment room. There was only one other patient along with you. It was a little girl no more than 3 years old. You didn’t know exactly what she was getting but your heart broke at the thought considering what department you were in, Cancer and Blood Disorders.

It took 3 hours for your IV bag to get delivered to your floor so you turned on the tv hoping something good was on. You settled on Moana, the only thing that wasn’t the news.

“Alright love we just got your bag, you know the drill, vitals every ten minutes for the first 30 then i’ll come every hour. We should have you out in 5 hours if everything goes well okay?” Your favorite nurse Haseul explained to you quickly what was going to happen.

You found yourself in this same spot with her every couple weeks so she knew how you liked things to go.

“So how’ve you been missy? How’s Sana?” She poked your side getting you to smile for the first time today.

You told her “she’s really good...I haven’t seen her in three weeks though. She got sick for two and she had finals this week, but today is her last one.”

Haseul checked “so you didn’t see her when she was sick right? You know you can’t be around that with your anemia.”

You nodded softly remembering why you were even in the hospital in the first place. What was once a slight iron deficiency quickly turned into a chronic anemia that couldn’t be healed with oral supplements. Doctors had no other option than to put you on infusion treatments which sucked.

Although people were definitely going through worse, especially in this department, that didn’t take away from what you dealt with. The constant fatigue, dizziness, falling asleep in class, hair loss, being malnourished, all of it a constant reminder that you weren’t like most.

“Y/N!” Haseul snapped her fingers in front of your face.

You blinked rapidly “sorry what?”

Haseul responded “it’s okay I just needed to make sure you didn’t pass out on me. I need to put on your heart monitor.” She placed the stickers on your chest before grabbing the IV kit she placed on your lap earlier.

“Alright in your hand or arm today?” Haseul knows you prefer the arm but she always asks in case you change your mind.

You simply pointed to your arm before extending it so she could access your vein. Finding your vein was no problem, as you still had a raised bump from the last time you got treatment.

“Okay...and one two- there you go.” Haseul secured the IV with a Tergaderm, which was weirdly enough your favorite part of this whole process.

She left you and cane back every ten minutes to check your vitals before disappearing to help another patient for a bit.

You ended up spending the first two hours dozing in and out of sleep, waiting for your mother to call you. Eventually you did in fact wake up, and to the smell of your favorite food.

Your mother sat in a chair next to you on her phone talking to who you assume is a coworker. Quickly she hung up the phone so she could talk to you instead.

“Hey hows it going so far?” She asked with slight concern.

You told her “ fine just sleeping to pass time that’s all.”

She smiled before handing you a bag of food hoping it’d bring some form of joy to your day.

•

You both ended up enjoying an early lunch together but unfortunately she had to leave the hospital for an emergency meeting. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen so you were used to it, she’d simply be back at the end of your appointment.

Your phone buzzed next to you, pulling your attention away from your mother’s absence.

Sana💞: how are you doing so far?

Y/N💘: it’s good. I’m watching Aladdin now :)

Sana💞: i wanna be there with you rn instead of in math class

Y/N💘: your day is almost over then you can see me

Y/N💘: think of it that way

Sana💞: yeah but i still wish i was with you

Y/N💘: soon

Sana💞: ok fine. i have to go i love you

Y/N💘: i love you too babe

Around the third hour you became irritable and ended up walking the hallways with Haseul. She was honestly the only thing that made you feel normal in this place.

When the two of you got back you were tired and worn out from the walk. It didn’t seem like a long distance to most but you definitely were feeling it.

You found your spot back in the treatment room, sitting in your chair and reclining it back. Just as you were going to close your eyes Haseul called your name.

“Y/N. You’ve got a visitor would you like her to come back?” Haseul didn’t bother to open the curtain to tell you who it was so being the curious girl you were, you allowed it.

Sana walked in with a smile on her face, it was like your sunshine on a cloudy day. It was clear she had just finished school as she was still in her uniform, and she was wearing her backpack.

“Ho- Sana? Why? How did you even get in here?” You asked her through a laugh.

Sana responded “nobody stopped me downstairs and I know you’re on this floor. The lady at the desk outside was very nice too!”

You immediately sat up, not realizing that was a bad idea given your position. Closing your eyes tight you tapped your finger on the arm rest of your chair, waiting for the dizziness to stop.

When you opened your eyes you saw Sana in front of you, a frown on her face. It broke her heart to see you, her girlfriend, in this state. You always tried to make it seem like you weren’t sick but it was very obvious that you still were no matter how much you pretended otherwise.

She placed a blanket over you before running her thumb along your face and softly saying “my baby girl...”

You smiled at her knowing it might possibly make her less sad but it didn’t do much.

She could tell you were tired so she told you “it’s fine just sleep.”

By the time you woke up it was time for you to leave. Haseul had flushed your IV and took your vitals for the last time while you were asleep.

Your mother was downstairs in the parking garage waiting for you and Sana so you could go home.

It was clear by the look on your face that you felt nauseous, a common side effect of your treatment, from the second you stood up.

Sana gathered your things and help you put on your sweatshirt and bag before you two headed downstairs.

You interlocked you’re hand with hers as you felt dizzier with every step you took. She could tell you were having a hard time but she knows how much you try to hide it. When you both made it to the car you fell asleep almost instantly.

Sana helped you to your room, quickly helping you to bed before stealing some of your clothes to wear for herself.

You sleepily held out your arms for her, a soft whimper leaving your lips. She crawled under the covers and you immediately clung to her. You were shivering as if you were standing in snow with only a bathing suit on. Your hands and fingers started turning blue, indicating you body temperature was dropping, a side effect of treatments.

Sana pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head as your fingers curled around her shirt, holding her close.

It only took ten seconds before you started sobbing into her chest. As much as you wanted to pretend you were fine and not in pain, you couldn’t hide it anymore. Breaking down in her arms you sobbed until you fell asleep. She felt terrible knowing there was nothing she could do to fix it, but she knew that you appreciated her being there for you.

You only slept for an hour before you woke up in a cold sweat. Your t shirt clung to your back as you kicked off your blankets seeking some sort of way to cool yourself down. That did little to nothing so you scrambled to the bathroom hoping cold water would do the trick.

Sana knew this was yet another side effect of your treatment, a high fever. Your cheeks burned red as you splashed your face with water in the sink. Much to your relief it worked and you were finally able to get back in bed with her.

Your girlfriend held you in her arms tight as if she never wanted to let go.

“Thank you...” You softly spoke as she drew small circles along the small of your back.

“For what?” She asked curiously.

You mumbled “everything...just everything you do for me.”

She giggled softly “you know i’d do anything for you baby.”

Mumbling softly you told her “i love you.”

She responded quickly “i love you too.”

Letting your eyes close you further melted into her embrace as she tightened her arms around you. In the back of your mind you were reminded why you always said i love you before you fell asleep. Besides the fact that you did in fact love her, but if you happened not to wake up tomorrow, the last thing she heard from you was those three words.

Nevertheless you hoped and prayed you’d wake up in the morning to see her smiling face.

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #twice fluff #twice scenarios #twice imagine #minatozaki sana #twice sana

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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birthday prince (5)

summary: happy birthday, roman!!! words: 2,900 / ship: dlampts (deceit/logan/virgil/patton/roman/thomas/remy) author’s note: this is part five of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) | read on ao3

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“Rise and shine, buttercup!”

Roman swatted at the air, as if that would send away the voice trying to wake him. “Five more minutes,” he grumbled, burying his face back into a pillow.

“You said that ten minutes ago, sugar,” drawled another.

If Roman really thought about it, he’d remember that, yes, he was guilty of this charge. That didn’t mean that he would admit to it, of course! Besides, even if he did, today was his day so he should have been able to do whatever he liked.

Oh.

Oh!

Energy shot through him as he jolted up. “It’s my birthday!”

Patton’s laugh was musical, the most beautiful sound Roman could ever ask to start his morning with. “I knew we’d get there eventually.”

“I dunno, I was sure it’d take him at least another half hour,” Remy teased, standing in the doorway.

"Good morning!" Roman exclaimed, swooping in for a kiss from Patton. He happily obliged, taking it also as an opportunity to comb a hand through Roman's tangled hair.

Were it not for Remy clearing his throat a moment later, the two might have lost track of time entirely. They pulled apart, only a little sheepish about it. Patton took Roman's hands in his and gave him a tug, urging him out of bed. Thankfully, now that Roman knew what was being celebrated, he followed easily, lips curled into a grin that seemed it'd never go away.

"What's on the agenda?" He asked eagerly, curious how early it actually was and how long it'd be before his first gift.

"Get yourself dolled up first, hon," Remy told him, tilting his tumbler in the direction of the closet.

"Remy!" Patton hissed, a hint of a scolding reminder in his tone, if Roman was hearing right.

Apparently, this was all it took for Remy to remember whatever Patton was trying to say. They swapped places faster than Roman thought possible, especially with his sleep addled brain not quite keeping up. Remy looped an arm through Roman's and began leading the way to the bathroom.

Patton waved at them as he left, "see you in a bit!"

"You're up to something," Roman accused without hesitation.

"Why I never," Remy said, pouting. "When have I ever been up to anything in my whole life?"

It was, again, thanks to Roman's still half-asleep state that he could level Remy with his best unimpressed look.

"Here I am, just trying to help you look your absolute best, and you're claiming me a criminal. That's just plain unfair."

Roman couldn't deny how wonderful that sounded, actually. Doing his own makeup and hair was a regular occasion, so much so that it almost got boring to do anymore. Remy, without a doubt, could be trusted to make sure Roman's winged eyeliner would be sharp enough to kill a man. Not that Roman would ever admit it, but Remy might have been even a better makeup artist than he was.

"Alright, alright," Roman yielded, "I supposed I'd be lucky to have someone of your talent dress me up today."

Remy looked equally smug and delighted at this. He shooed Roman along to take a shower, ducking back out of the bathroom to, presumably, pick an outfit for Roman for the day. The prince used the hair and body care products that he liked to save for special occasions, singing (of course) various Disney love songs as he did. With what must've been some sort of sixth sense, Remy was on him again as soon as he was wrapped up in a bathrobe and towling his hair dry. He got to work without wasting a moment, making sure that Roman's luxurious locks were fluffy and styled just right. The swoop to his bangs had never been so perfect, if he was being honest! The makeup look was bold, reds and golds and glitter; thankfully, Remy reassured him he'd used all waterproof brands so that Roman could cry all he liked without issue.

They returned back to the bedroom, where Remy had the outfit displayed on a mannequin. It shouldn't have been a shock that he'd picked some of Roman's favorite pieces but he was pleasantly surprised all the same.

"I really do just know you that well, I guess," Remy said, nonchalantly.

Roman, lightning quick, pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a lipstick print. "You do and I love you so much for it!"

While Remy blushed and stammered at the sudden affection, Roman darted ahead and began to get dressed. Remy didn't need to turn away to give Roman his privacy, all things considered, but he did anyway, fiddling with the jewelry on Roman's vanity. It took some deliberating, but he decided finally that, above all else, the rainbow jewel encrusted crown was a must for today's ensemble.

"How do I look?"

"Babe, I don't even need to—" Remy's words died on his tongue as he faced Roman. Sure, there had been no doubt that Roman would look handsome as hell, but the beaming smile and light in his eyes and bouncy excited posture… He looked so happy and radiant and— "Wow."

"Stop," Roman said, giggling.

Remy took the crown and approached. He gave Roman a half-bow, smirking up at him. "May I have the honor, your majesty?"

“Stop!" Roman repeated, squeaking.

"Never," Remy promised, standing and reaching up to nestle the accessory on Roman's head. Each strand of hair still fell perfectly into place. "Now then," he said, taking Roman's arm in his, "shall we begin the festivities?"

Getting downstairs took no time at all, though Remy did dart ahead and down the steps first, so that he could loudly announce Roman proper. Patton and Thomas cheered for him as he descended, which added only more to the warm blush that he had a feeling might be a permanent addition today to his makeup. The pair ooh'd and ahh'd over Roman's look, showering him in compliments and praise. If this was just the beginning, then he sincerely was unsure whether he'd make it out of the celebrations alive.

They gathered at the dining room table, where Virgil and Deceit were laying the finishing touches on breakfast. The spread looked delectable, every one of Roman's favorite foods, and all of it hot and freshly cooked. Logan joined them last, carrying a plate with a single biscuit on it. There was a lit candle, too, and they'd all started singing before Roman could even catch up. He blew the little fire out and made a wish - though they'd nearly all already come true at this point, anyway.

"We're breaking a record today of how many times we can sing happy birthday," Thomas said with a wink, "fair warning."

Breakfast was full of fun and light chatter. They talked about the rest of their plans (at least, the ones they weren't keeping secret) and reminisced on old milestones. Roman felt full and happy, content to just sit and listen to his loved ones talk and joke around him. He was never left out of the conversation, though, always pulled back into a topic or started one anew with. He was listened to, unequivocally, and the attention was pleasant.

Soon, the food was finished, and the group moved to the kitchen. Patton and Deceit worked together on dishes while Logan presented what would be the first of birthday treats. They were muffins with Crofter's jelly in the middle, a flavor that Roman didn't recognize.

"Roman's Razzleberry," Logan explained, looking mixed on his feelings regarding the name. "It took some experimenting, but this combination of raspberry, strawberry, and dragonfruit came out the metaphorical winner."

"It's delicious!" Roman exclaimed, taking another from the tray. "My own jam! Thank you, dearest."

They gathered in the living room next, where the furniture had been rearranged to give them space for various activities. They did start with a movie, to let their meal settle, all huddled together on the couches. Roman was squished between Virgil and Thomas, the former playing absentmindedly with Roman's fingers while Thomas trailed his hand up and down Roman's arm, leaving tingles along the way. He might have dozed off a little, warm and cozy as he was.

The short nap energized him for their next game. Charades was one of his favorites as it gave him an opportunity to really practice his acting skills. What better way to hone one's craft than by not being able to use all the normal necessary components? Playing a part without any speaking lines and having to hope he'd do well enough that his companions could guess… It was a challenge he always looked forward to!

Virgil popped out and back in shortly with snacks for them all, the apparent second birthday treat: popcorn and candies and chips and soda, all easy and quick but not any less appreciated. They split into teams of two, leaving one to be their referee, and then each round, swapping out so that they all could have a turn to play. Roman ended up the winner, to absolutely no one’s surprise, though Deceit did come in a close second.

Lunchtime had rolled around and this time, they took to each making sandwiches for themselves. Patton and Remy surprised them (well, surprised Roman) with the third and fourth birthday treats: heart shaped cookies with exquisite frosting doodles and red velvet cake pops, respectively. They were sweet and delicious and baked perfectly and Roman only resisted eating more than he could count because he knew he had to save room still for whatever Thomas and Deceit had made. After they were finished and the dishes were washed, Patton led the way back upstairs. They stopped in front of his room.

“Would it be okay if we took a trip down Memory Lane?” He asked, holding Roman’s hands. “I was thinking we could visit some birthdays past!”

Roman looked to the others, nearly overwhelmed with how much affection and love he had for them all. “Whatever you have planned, I’m all in.”

“Nap time,” Remy and Virgil chorused.

Deceit rolled his eyes while Logan stifled a laugh.

“Shh,” Thomas hushed, giving them pats on the head. It was an amusing sight, to say the least, as Remy had a couple of inches on him and Virgil’s hunched over form was shorter than them both.

Memory Lane was as warm and fuzzy as Roman remembered it. He didn’t come through here often, usually only when he and Remy needed something for a Dream, but the consistent feeling it carried of being embraced by Mom or Dad was nice. The memories they visited were nice, too: old visions of time spent with friends, trips to amusement parks, parties that ran late into the night. While they all had their moments, Roman couldn’t help but feel that his birthday today was the absolute very best of them all. By the time they exited, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt quite so relaxed. Logan and Virgil, on the other hand, looked like they were a little tired from the adventure. He took to their sides, planting himself between them, and grabbing each of their hands. Their quiet, grateful smiles were enough to give him pleasant shivers down his spine.

“Kitchen’s off limits,” Deceit announced as they all arrived back downstairs. “None may enter.”

“Except me!” Thomas piped up.

“Except you,” Deceit agreed, giving him a not-so-secret smitten smile.

Before Roman could ask why, they’d both disappeared. His attention was quickly stolen by Remy anyway, who was dragging him down onto the couch for his and Virgil’s aforementioned nap time. Patton giggled, making sure that they had enough blankets and pillows to be comfy.

“You sleep well, okay? We’ll wake you up in a little bit!” Patton said, taking Roman’s crown for him so that it wouldn’t get in the way, and setting it carefully on the coffee table.

If Roman wanted to ask Logan and Patton to join their cuddling, he didn’t get a chance to. Remy was carding a hand through his hair, draining him of his energy with each gentle scrape of nails against his scalp. He would have declared Remy a cheater for using his powers like this, but Virgil was falling victim to it as well and having his emo nightmare curled up with him was too pleasant to allow any upset feelings, regardless of how joking or serious they were.

Roman did, in fact, nap well, especially thanks to Remy’s presence.

When he woke, his limbs were only a little stiff, but he was overall very warm and relaxed. Virgil was gone but Remy had his face tucked into the crook of Roman’s neck. His sunglasses had been removed and Roman decided it might be worth dealing with the possible attitude of rousing Remy before he was well and ready if it meant getting to see his pretty eyes.

“Pstt,” he whispered, cupping Remy’s hand in his cheek. “My sweet dreamcatcher, it’s time to wake up.”

Remy grumbled, leaning into Roman’s hold. “Sweetie, I know you aren’t trying to coax me out of slumber right now.”

“Why I never,” he teased, echoing Remy’s earlier faux offended tone.

It took a moment longer, but Roman was blessed with getting to watch Remy blink away the lingering sleep. He thought this might be the best present of them all, seeing the swirling and shimmering shades of brown in Remy’s eyes, never one color at a time. It didn’t last long, what with Remy letting his eyelids slip back closed, but that was because he was leaning in to kiss Roman, and that sort of made it worth it.

“I should’ve known better than to leave you two alone,” Virgil groused suddenly, startling them apart.

“You’re just jealous I got to kiss the most handsome prince in the world before you did,” Remy said cheekily, reaching over to grab his sunglasses from the table and sliding them back on.

Roman couldn’t have prepared even if he wanted to. Virgil moved so quickly, thanks largely in part to those flight reflexes, swooping in and capturing Roman’s lips with his own. The kiss was fierce and passionate and even as Virgil pulled away, Roman followed after him. He sighed, disappointed for it to have ended so quickly. Virgil stuck his tongue out at Remy and then shot away as Remy lunged for him. They chased each other around the living room, laughing and throwing playful insults back and forth. Roman watched fondly from the couch, warm still in their nest of blankets.

Hands pressed down on his shoulders, massaging the post-nap aches away. Roman looked up, finding Logan above him. Logan smiled, bending slightly to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Troublemakers, the both of them,” he said, only pretending to be disappointed.

“You’re one to talk,” Roman pointed out. “I’ve seen what you and Deceit get up to.”

“Shh,” Logan hurried to interrupt. “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Patton called suddenly from the kitchen.

Roman’s stomach growled, surprising him; he wondered how long they’d slept for. Logan came around to the front of the couch and helped Roman up. Virgil and Remy had already darted away to try and steal bits of food.

“Has your birthday been so far satisfactory?” Logan asked, taking a moment to return Roman’s crown to his head. It was a testament to Remy’s hard work that his hair still looked flawless.

“It’s been perfect,” Roman answered enthusiastically.

Dinner consisted, once more, of Roman’s favorite foods. The cupcakes were courtesy of Thomas, another birthday treat, and while he seemed embarrassed about the messy frosting, Roman thought it overwhelmingly endearing; he especially liked the edible glitter and fondant stars. As they were nearing the end of their meal, Deceit procured the final birthday treat: champagne glasses for them all, filled with bubbly cider. There was another happy birthday song as Patton brought the cake out to the dining room. Roman had definitely started crying by now, as it all came together just how much they’d done for him today.

“A toast,” Deceit began, holding up his glass. The others followed. “To our favorite author, poet, artist, actor.”

“To the prince of our dreams,” Remy chimed in.

“And our hearts!” Patton added.

“To the best Creativity I could ask for,” Thomas continued.

“To the greatest hero,” Virgil suggested.

“To a wise and clever leader, one whom we can always trust to take care of us,” Logan rounded out.

Roman wiped frantically at his eyes, uncertain whether his makeup was smudge proof as well, but not caring one bit. “Thank you,” he said, voice wobbly and thick with tears. “I love you guys more than I can say.”

Deceit, from his seat beside him, used his free hand to take one of Roman’s. He pressed a kiss to his knuckles and then held that hand to his cheek. “How unfortunate for your wellbeing,” he threatened sweetly, “because I think that we can say plenty.”

And they did, praising him on anything to everything: from his appearance to his creations, his traits and what made him tick, and the cute faces he made without realizing, and every tiny simple little thing they adored about him. It was, to say the least, the best way to end what had been the best day.

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anianimol · 4 years

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May I please have a scenario where s/o asks Kuroo to do her makeup for her bc she wants to know if he's good at it? Genre: fluffy, romantic. Thank you so much! 🥰

🥺i have not written soft!kuroo in a minute so I will GLADLY indulge☺️I’m sorry if this is a teeny bit off the mark I just kinda went with it👉🏻👈🏻

“Dead Meat”

“If you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you, hmm mmm”

You sat crosslegged upon the edge of you chair, leaning forward towards the mirror as you made your fourth attempt at lining your eyes with the charcoal liquid, humming along quietly to your playlist.

Resting your palm on your cheekbone as you squinted at your reflection, you held a breath in concentration, desperately hoping this would be the last time.

You were almost finished, ready to clean up the winged line when you felt something grasp onto your ankle, cold and hard.

Jumping and scrambling onto the chair, you peered down to see a cackling Kuroo stretched out across the floor, gripping his sides with laughter.

“Oh, you are so dead Tetsurō.”

A look of panic fell across his features as you slowly dismounted the chair with a frighteningly calm look on your face.

Fumbling, he raised his hands in surrender as he began to scoot away from you, trying to make for the door and his escape root out.

“Baby, baby, please, I’m sorry, I was just kidding around,” he managed with a weak smile as you glared down at him, your gaze turning his bones to ice.

“Sorry, huh? You’re gonna pay for this one, kitten.”

Oh god. You were mad mad. The last time you had called him kitten had ended with him pinned to the floor, one arm trapped behind his back until he finally tapped out. And this time would likely be no different if he wasn’t quick to find a solution.

“Okay, okay, hear me out.” He held his palms out, face up as he attempted to diffuse the situation. “How about i make it up to you: buy you your favorite ice cream? Make dinner tonight?”

Rolling your eyes, you smirked mischeviously as an idea came to mind. “Why don’t you fix the mess you made? If you can do my makeup well, I’ll let you off the hook.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Then you’ll let me have my way with you.”

Kuroo gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly.

“Does this look right, babe? I’m not sure if I’m using this the right-“

“Nah-ah; not helping you out big boy. You’re on your own.” You were absolutely relishing in this moment. His eyes were squinted with focus, gazing intently into your irises as his right hand cupped your cheek, his other dwarfing the liner brush between his fingers.

You bit back a smile as a pout formed on his lips, his nose scrunching slightly as he worked, his slender fingers caressing your face tenderly.

“You look like you’re enjoying this, little miss.” he quipped, raising his brow accusingly at you.

Eyes shining with laughter at his serious expression, you allowed the smile to break free.

“I am my love, very much so,” you giggled, examining your made-up face in the mirror.

Eyeing the precisely crafted liner, you turned to him, cupping his cheeks as he sighed in relief, realizing the anger from earlier had melted away quite quickly.

“Maybe I should have you do my makeup more often,” you smiled down at him, straddling his lap as you wrapped your legs round his torso.

“Mmm maybe I should, if it makes you this cuddly,” he hummed, pulling you closer and bringing your lips to his, the taste of peach gloss mingling between them, his mouth on yours supple and warm.

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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hello! Not sure if you’re still taking winter prompt requests, but 34 seems like it has strong NSFW OT4 potential :o)

Here you go! It is indeed NSFW

34. we’re stuck together on a group project and everyone is tired and frustrated so you suggest we take a break and build a snowman

There are lots of things Joseph likes about attending UWV Kepler. For starters, it’s one of the oldest schools on the Interplanetary University System, meaning he’s surrounded by students from Earth and its sister planet, Sylvain. The first gate between the two worlds appeared in Kepler, giving the whole area an air of mystery that he relishes. And, at the start of the summer, the cute Sylph in his lit class asked him out.

Barclay is soft spoken, an amazing cook, and part of a whole community of Sylphs who live on Earth full-time. Sometimes, when they’re cuddled up watching the X-Files or he’s helping Barclay in the kitchen, he looks at the other man and is awestruck that he’s chosen Stern as his boyfriend.

As much as he loves being at school, it has downsides. For instance, while the spring semester on Sylvain uses more experiential means of testing students, the fall semester on earth ends in finals weeks, just like high school did. He’s good at tests, so while they’re a pain he doesn’t hate them. Projects don’t often bother him, but when they’re group projects he gets flashbacks to his junior year of high-school and develops a sort of pre-emptive anger at the people he knows wont pull their weight.

The final project for his Community Development class started off well. Barclay was in the class with him, and is one of his partners. The other two in the group are Duck and Indrid, another Sylph/human romance, and in the midst of their first planning session Indrid let it slip that he and Barclay hooked up during the Sylph equivalent of high school. Duck was wholly unbothered, though that may be more to do with him being even-keel in general, and Joseph got a little distracted imagining the two of them together.

Between his organizational skills, Duck’s environmental knowledge, Indrid’s knack for art, and Barclay’s ability to incorporate different elements, their plan for the hypothetical sustainable community center on Sylvain was chugging along. Even if Duck and Indrid kept cuddling up or stealing kisses whenever they could. It’s just a little much, in that it makes Joseph wonder what it’d be like to be between them, Indrid’s wiry frame wrapped around his back while that wide smile pressed into Joseph’s neck while Duck gave him that crooked grin and pushed his legs apart with strong hands…

Focus. He needs to focus.

Because they have been trying to put it all together for two hours straight and have made no progress.

“...just think this bit is gonna read as convoluted. What do you think babe?” Barclay points his pen at the section in question.

“We could probably do without it.”

“Maybe” Duck pulls up the directions for the fortieth time, “I’m worried if we over-edit we’re gonna fuck up section five on the rubric. I still don’t know what he means by those last two bullet points.”

“Not sure reading them over yet again will reveal anything new.” Joseph rubs his forehead, “Indrid, what do you think.”

No reply, just a scratching pencil.

“Indrid?”

“Earth to ‘Drid.” Duck nudges his boyfriend, who abruptly shakes his head.

“Apologies, I got caught up in a future. How can I help?”

“Does this need to be cut?” Even Barclay sounds on edge.

“...maybe.”

“‘Drid!”

“It does not strike me as having a large impact on the grade either way.”

“Someone please just make a decision.” Barclay groans.

“Hold on” Duck leans back to look out the window, “it ain’t snowin as hard. So, here’s what I’m thinkin; how about we take a break and get some fresh air. All four of us.” He looks pointedly at Stern, “seriously Joe, you been outside in the last two weeks?”

“Only to get from point A to point B.”

“C’mon” the shorter man hops up, heading for his coat, “last one out has to make the next pot of coffee.”

Soon they’re tromping across the lawn near Indrid’s house; because he’s a seer, the silver-haired man is in high demand by universities, governments, and businesses, which resulted in one paying his tuition and another for his house.

“I have to do a stint as court seer anyway, I may as well take advantage of it.” Had been his explanation the first time he showed them the building, so at odds with his unkempt appearance that Joseph wondered if it was a practical joke.

He still has no idea what kind of Sylph Indrid is, as he keeps a human form at all times. Barclay also leans that direction, but when he’d offered to show Joseph his Sylph form and Joseph practically jumped for joy before, during, and after the reveal, he became more comfortable wandering around as Bigfoot (“a bigfoot, babe”) at home.

Indrid pauses mid-stride, turning to Duck, “An excellent idea, love.”

“Gotta let me say it first, sugar.”

“Apologies” Indrid kisses his cheek.

“The snow ain’t turned to horrible slush yet, so: who wants to build a snowman?”

Twenty minutes later, they’re standing before a six foot tall snowman. It’s very well engineered, if he does say so himself.

“Wonder if we can get it higher.” Duck contemplates the structure.

Barclay winks at Joseph, slipping off his bracelet and rolling up another ball.

“Hell yeah!” Duck whoops and Indrid claps with an appreciative chirp.

“I’m going out on a limb and saying we’ve maxed out height.” Joseph shields his eyes as the snow falls in larger clumps.

A wide grin cuts across Indrid’s face, “Not necessarily. Allow me.”

He hands his glasses to Duck and Joseph gasps; standing before them is creature coated in black and grey speckled feathers, save for his arms that are a smooth, dark grey chitin. Feathery antennae and glowing red eyes complete the picture.

“Holy shit.”

Indrid trills, seemingly pleased by Josephs awe, and gathers a ball of snow before flapping into the air.

“Ta-dah!” He bows, still flapping, having brought their sculpture to what must be closing in on nine feet.

“It look a little rickety to you?” Duck whispers to Joseph.

Barclay, yelling over the sudden burst of strong wind, calls, “Indrid? You might wanna land buddy.”

“I suppose you’re--oh damn it.”

The storm picks up, sending the top layer of the snowman straight onto Indrid, knocking him the rest of the way to the ground.

“Fuck” Duck moves faster than Joseph’s ever seen “you okay ‘Drid?”

“C-cold, b-but otherwise f-fine.”

“Thank fuck.” With that Duck wheezes, shaking with laughter, “you shoulda seen your face.”

Indrid snickers, then sneezes. Which they all take as a sign to head inside. Having been the last one out the door means Barclay goes to start coffee, while Duck steps away to call his friend Juno to be certain she has a safe way of getting back to their shared apartment in the storm. Which leaves Joseph to be the one helping a very damp mothman dry off.

“Why not just take your human form?” He scrubs the fantasy wicking towel along Indrid’s back.

“It would probably let me dry faster, you’re right. But I’m nervous that water droplets would stay in the feather somehow and freeze, which is unpleasant.” When Joseph finishes his head and back the Sylph poofs up, then shakes his feathers back down.

“That got a great deal of it, thank you. I can do my inner wings, if you’d rather go warm up.”

“It’s alright, I’m happy to help. Same motion?” He takes up position by Indrid’s extended right leg as the Sylph spreads his wings.

“Yes. Ah, be careful towards the innermost fourth. They’re sensitive.”

He nods, sets to work. As he glides the towel over the eye-spot, he murmurs, “I’m amazed you keep this form hidden.”

“It tends to alarm people.”

“Even Duck?”

A small laugh, “Only the first time, because he wasn’t expecting it. And I turned up at his window to warn him about a fire that was about to start in the dormitory.”

“I think you look incredible.” The sincerity in his tone registers at the same instant their physical closeness does.

Indrid smiles, “So you do share Duck’s proclivities.”

“I, um, I’m not sure what you mean” He busies himself cleaning.

“You are attracted to me.” Indrid replies, folding both sets of hands in his lap. Startled, Joseph moves his hand too far in and Indrid chirps, higher than normal.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s alright, as I said they’re sensitive, but that does not mean they’re painful to touch.” The smile tinges with mischief and Joseph is ready to toss the rag aside and ask Indrid to let him put his fingers there when a drawl comes from the doorway.

“Makes an even better sound if you play with his antenna.” Duck pushes off the doorframe, sauntering over as red eyes stay locked on him, “see?”

Indrid trills as Duck rubs the tip of one antennae between his thumb and finger.

“Careful, sweet one, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Joseph doesn't know if he wants to take Indrid’s place or Duck’s, just that he’s wringing the towel so tight it’s tearing.

“Coffees ready.” Barclay pokes his head in, chuckles, “or do you two need me to put it in hold until you’re done fucking in front of my boyfriend.”

“We would do no such thing without permission. Yours and his.” The way Indrid says it, as if Joseph is merely something can give or revoke access to, makes him cross his legs in a hopeless attempt to turn himself off.

“Joseph?” Barclay’s voice is gentle as he joins him on the floor, “it’s up to you, babe. I’m happy to get my hands on some feathers again while you get your hands on those two but, uh, if you don’t want to or, uh, or need time-”

“I…”

Duck, blushing, sticks his hands in his front pockets, “Sorry, didn’t mean to come on too strong, was tryin to flirt a little-”

“Yes.” Joseph tosses the towel into the laundry hamper, “yes, I want this, you, all off you, oh my lord I haven’t been this turned on before. And that’s saying something” he turns to Barclay with a smile and gets a kiss in return, beard scratching his skin as the other man trails his lips down his neck.

“That worked out nicelEEEEH, ohohyes” Indrid leans against Duck as the human plays with his antenna. Joseph crawls forward, eager to get his hands on Indrid’s wings, only for a clawed hand to come palm-up towards him.

“Ah-ah, I didn’t give you permission to touch me, pet.”

He moans, hears Barclay growl, pleased, as Indrid chuckles.

“Goodness, Barclay, you didn’t say he was that submissive.” Clawtips rest under his chin as Indrid keeps him in place.

“Hold up, you two been comparin notes on fuckin humans?” Duck raises an eyebrow as Indrid nods, unashamed and Barclay goes bright pink.

“Oh yeah? What’ve you been sayin about me, sugar?” He teases, tugging on the antenna. Indrid releases Sterns face and growls, pivoting onto his knees to trap Duck against the wall.

“That you are the finest, most accommodating human in either world and you make such lovely sounds when I bite you.”

“Sounds about right.” Duck kisses Indrid’s forehead, “but if you wanna see how Joe stacks up, I ain’t gonna complain. Long as I get a turn with him too.” He looks past Indrid to Joseph, “been wantin to know what you look like under the whole buttoned-up nerd thing.”

“No time like the present.” Joseph pulls his sweater off, grumbles as he remembers the shirt beneath it has buttons. As he undoes them, Indrid cocks his head.

“I have an idea. Duck, remove your pants and underwear and whatever else you see fit. Barclay, stay clothed for now. Joseph, take everything else off.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Then work faster, pet. I’ve been wanting to do this since you first touched my wings. Ah, there we are.” He purrs as Joseph kicks his boxer briefs away, “come sit in my lap.”

He does as he’s told, sighing as feathers tickle and caress his skin, “this form is even better from this angle.”

Indrid chirps softly, tongue darting out to lick his cheek as he closes his wings around him, “there will be ample time to explore it later, I promise. Right now, there is something that requires your attention.”

“OHmylord” his fingers sink into Indrid’s chest feathers as something thin and undulating teases between his legs. Two more appendages join it, one the same size and one thicker.

“To answer the question you’re about to ask, the shape has various, ah, biological functions.”

“And means you can get fucked more’n one way at a time.” Duck chimes in with what is obviously a happy memory.

“Very true. However, for your first time, I think you can be a good boy and take the whole thing.”

“FUCKohmyfuckinggod.” Down comes loose in his fingers as all three tendrils thrust inside him at once, twining into a single, ridged form that wastes no time in fucking as deep as it can manage.

“Good boy.” Indrid tips his head back, purring louder, before turning his attention to Barclay, “Enjoying the show, sunburst?” The Sylph term of endearment gets a pleased rumble in reply, and Joseph steals a glance behind him to see his boyfriend palming himself through his jeans.

“You know it, gorgeous. Seems like Duck is too.”

“Hell fuckin yeah I am.” Duck is rubbing his dick, the sight making Joseph lick his lips.

“Such an eager little human, my sweet.” Indrid glances at his boyfriend, “I think that deserves a reward.” He grips Josephs jaw with an upper hand, forcing his lips apart and his face up, “come and get it.”

Joseph moans, wiggling his hips as Duck’s two hands replace Indrid’s one.

“Fuck, you look so goddamn good like this Joe.” He strokes his cheek, cock temptingly close.

“I don’t know, the view fromAH god, from down here is great.” He kisses Duck’s thigh, relishing the sweet smile the compliment gets him.

“Gonna look even better in a sec. Now” he shoves his head forward, “suck my dick, pretty boy.”

He whines against slick skin, brings the hand keeping him balanced up and around to grope Duck’s ass. He loves the shape of it, and will tell the other man as much the moment his mouth is free.

“Barclay, come here dearest” Indrid’s lower hands remain on his hips, but the upper two lift to do something he can’t discern until there’s a zip of metal and an appreciative trill.

“Yeah, you like the look of it little moth? Ohfuck, Indrid, baby, fuck that feels good.” A wet, rythmic sound suggests Indrid is blowing him, but when Joseph turns to look Duck jerks him back, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Uhuh, ‘Drid gave you to me as a reward, so you’r gonna fuckin focus until I cum. Fuckin christ, wanna see just how good you look when I cum on your face, pretty boy. Nnn, fuck, bet your mouth feels even more amazin when your cummin. ‘Drid?”

“‘On ‘oment”

A high, sharp chirp echoes through the room and Joseph can see Barclay’s hand from the corner of his eye, jerking up and down near the base of Indrid’s antennae.

“Yeah, fuckyeah, Indrid, that’s it, fuck, can’t believe you’re lettin me cum on your feathers, god it’s gonna look so good, fuck, fuck, yeah.” Drops of cum hit the back of his next as Barclay howgrowlpurrs, Indrid’s tongue-tied reply sounding pleased with itself.

A thud as his boyfriend drops to the floor, “Fucking-A, forgot how fast I cum from that.”

“It’s very gratifying. As for you, sweet little pet” all his claws dig into Josephs skin, the delicious pain sending whimpers up his throat, “I believe it’s time I made you cum.”

He yelps, muffled, as Indrid fucks him roughly, one tendril slipping out stroke his dick.

“Here, let me help.” Four thick fingers push in and he whines, Barclay kissing his shoulder and still letting out little growls of effort.

“How’s that, my sweet?”

“So fuckin good, goddamn Joe, you feel fuckin perfect when you scream, heh, someone’s got a praise kink” he smirks as Joseph grabs him harder at the word ‘perfect.’

“C’mon babe, take it, you wanted all of us, remember?”

“Oh, I’m certain he does. And he’s going to feel it in the morning, I’ll make sure of that.” The tendrils still inside him curve just right and he cums, clinging to Duck’s legs as it ripples through him. Barclay pulls his fingers back, but Indrid continues fucking him, thrusts turning short and erratic as Duck grinds into his mouth. The other human cums with a groan and a string of curse words, stroking Josephs hair as he finishes.

There’s a trill and Indrid’s wings flex, sending Duck stumbling backwards and Joseph pitching against the Sylph’s chest as he spills into him. It takes longer than usual, even accounting for the times it’s been with Barclay in his Sylph form. Just as some it drips out and down his thighs, there’s a final pulse and then the tendrils retract.

“Mmmmmmm” Indrid closes his arms and wings around him, “that was spectacular, pet.”

“Goddamn, came so hard I can’t feel my legs. You okay, Barclay?” Ducks fingers appear under Indrid’s...armpits? Wingpits? He’ll have to ask later.

“Uhuh.” A scuff as his boyfriend cuddles up with them.

“......wait, we don’t need that section, we cover the rubric points Duck’s worried about in our ‘considerations’ portion.” Joseph sits up.

Duck guffaws, Indrid gives an amused tilt of the head, and Barclay leans over Indrid’s wing to kiss Joseph on the cheek.

“What? Post orgasm clarity is a documented phenomenon.”

“We can fix it soon.” Indrid rubs his face, “I for one need to bathe, and given the storm will only intensify overnight and leave you all stuck here, we have ample time to fix it.” He flutters his wings shyly, “would anyone like to join me?”

An hour later they’re all clean and dry, the project is at a stopping point, and Barclay’s made fancy coffee for three of them and eggnog for Indrid. They settle in on Indrid’s nest of a bed to watch T.V, Duck in Indrid’s lap and the Sylphs wing draped over Barclay and Joseph. The weather outside chills and darkens the world, but as he nestles against soft feathers and warm fur, Duck’s hand in his, he’s got plenty of love to keep him warm.

#indruck #OT4: Government Men and Their Cryptid Boyfriends #sternclay #duck newton/agent stern #agent stern/Indrid Cold #Indrid cold/Barclay #winter fills

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parrlyn-4life · 4 years

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Freeze Your Brain

(Credit to the person who came up with the Six-Heathers crossover! I don’t know who they are but if they come across this, I hope you like it!)

(Ok, so, basically, it’s May 19. The day Anne Boleyn was exicuted. The queens were worried for Anne but she just stayed her usual self. Until they went to a 7-Eleven. Also, this is in college. I had a thought that ‘Anne’ is short for something. So, Anne’s full name is Annette. Don’t ask how the fork I came up with this. I don’t remember if I saw that hc somewhere but if you guys did, let me know if there’s that hc somewhere on Tumblr.)

Nicknames for the three Catherine’s/Katherine’s:

Aragon- Lina

Parr- Cathy

Howard-Kitty

TW: Swearing, mentions of scars, and mentions of cutting

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“Ok, what are the rules again?” Lina asked.

The queens recited the rules for the fourth time this morning. Today was May 19. Anne’s deathday. They did the same thing every deathday: Recite rules until they remember the rules. They were all friends since kindergarten. Well, Lina, Cathy, and Anna were friends since kindergarten. They met Jane in first grade. Then Kitty in third. Kitty was in first grade when she met them. They took her under their wing. And then Anne in fifth. When they met Anne, it was sort of an accident. Cathy was helping the office with letters. She was told to bring a letter to a Boleyn. She didn’t know which Boleyn, since there were two in the school. They had combined the Elementary and Middle schools together but in different wings. Cathy went to Anne’s classroom, thinking the letter was hers. Cathy had asked for Anne. The teacher said there was no Anne in her class. Only an Annette.

Anne had stood up and said, “My nickname is Anne. My full name is Annette.” Cathy turned around and looked at her. She gave her the letter and got out of the classroom, going back to her own. She had to admit, Anne was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Back to the present, everyone started to have breakfast. Finally, Anne had woke up. Everyone looked at her.

“Morning, babe,” Cathy said to her girlfriend. Anne smiled. No tear tracks, she made an effort to get ready, and there was no redness around her neck like when it was Kitty’s deathday... Did Anne even know what day it was?

“Do you know what tod-” Jane was about to say before she saw Anna glaring at her. “I mean... Do you know what you want for breakfast, Anne?” Jane ended up saying.

“I’ll have a strawberry smoothie, Jane!” Anne said while sitting down at the counter.

“So, what are you guys doing today?” Kitty asked.

“I’m going for a walk in the park with Lina!” Jane said, smiling at Lina. Lina smiled back.

“I’m going to watch a couple of movies with Kitty,” Anna said. Kitty cheered.

“And I’m staying with Anne,” Cathy said, looking at Anne. Anne winced.

“Sorry, babe... I’m spending my day at 7-Eleven...” Anne said, looking back at Cathy.

“Anne, you always go to 7-Eleven on this day for the past three years!” Anna said. It was true. The queens had been reincarnated in the year 2017. Now it was 2020.

“I know... But a tradition is a tradition! So I say, I’m going!” Anne said with determination in her eyes.

“Mind if we tag along?” Kitty asked, knowing the rule: If someone were to go out on their deathday, the others would have to go with them so that they won’t do anything stupid. Anne smiled.

“Sure!” She said.

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“WE’RE ONE OF A KIND, NO CATEGORY! TOO MANY YEARS, LOST IN HIS STORY!” Everyone screamed sang. They were on their way to the 7-Eleven near their college. They had put on an audio of their song and sang. Loudly. “WE’RE FREE TO TAKE OUR CROWNING GLORY! FOR TWO MORE MINUTES... WE’RE SIX! WOAH, WOAH, WE’RE SIX! WOAH, OH, OH! WE’RE SIX! WOAH, WOAH!” They sang.

“FOR FIVE,” Anna sang.

“FOUR,” Kitty sang.

“THREE,” Anne sang.

“TWO,” Lina sang.

“ONE MORE MINUTE,” Cathy sang. They all started to make up dance moves for the music break.

“WE’RE SIX!” They all sang. Once the song finished, they were already at 7-Eleven. They were laughing as they got out of the car. It was at this time that Jane noticed that Anne was wearing a jacket... The weather was 83 degrees. Why would she be wearing a jacket in this heat?

“Anne, aren’t you a bit hot in that jacket?” Jane asked as they walked into the 7-Eleven, which was empty, except for the people working at the registers.

“Nope!” Anne said before practically running to the slurpee machines. The others went after her. When they got there, Anne was already getting her slushy.

“Anne, can I ask you a question?” Kitty asked. Anne nodded at her cousin as she finished getting her slushy.

“What is it?” Anne asked. Kitty looked at the others.

“I’m sorry...” Kitty whispered before looking at Anne again. “You came here two days ago and now you’re back here... Why?” Kitty asked. The others looked at Kitty and Anne. Anne sighed and looked at Kitty.

“Two days ago. 1536,” Anne said. They were confused. “Think about it!” Anne screamed before storming off, paying for the slurpee, and walking outside. The others got slurpees’ as well. They walked outside to where Anne was. She was sitting on the curb and sipping on her slurpee rather quickly.

“Annette Boleyn, don’t drink so fast! You’re going to get a brain freeze!” Jane said. Anne pulled away from the straw and shrugged.

“That’s, like, the whole point I wanted to come here,” Anne said.

“Annette, why are you being such a mega bitch?” Anna asked. Anne sighed.

“I’ve been through three deathdays... They start to get blurry,” Anne said. The queens looked at her. Anne looked at Kitty. “You really wanna know why I came here two days ago?” Then, Anne looked at the others. “Do you guys want to know why I’ve come here for the past three years on two seperate days?”

“You don’t have to tell us, babe,” Cathy said. Anne shook her head.

“No... I want to,” Anne said. The queens all looked at each other. Now the Anne they knew and loved was gone. They had never seen Anne this serious about anything. “Well... You guys know how I was accused of... Many things when I got beheaded?”

“Yeah...” Lina said.

“What does that have to do with this?” Anna asked. The others kept on asking questions, interupting Anne everytime she tried to answer a question.

“Well, if you all would just shut up and listen, it would help me a lot,” Anne snapped. They fell silent. None of them had been this scared of her before. “And you know how my brother was pulled into all of that, right?” Anne said, looking down at the pavement and taking a long sip of her slurpee. The queens thought for a moment before realizing.

“George’s deathday was two days ago...” Cathy said.

“Bingo,” Anne said, still looking at the pavement. They all fell silent. All they could hear was the slurping of them drinking their slurpee’s. “All I can trust is this concrete oasis. It seems every time I’m about to despair, there’s a 7-Eleven right there...” Anne said, breaking the silence.

“What’s so special about this place, anyways?” Kitty asked, looking at the building behind her. Anne chuckled.

“Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in... I pray at my altar of slush,” Anne said. The others looked at her weirdly. She laughed. “Yeah, I live for that sweet frozen rush!”

“So... You come here for the slushies?” Anna asked, lifting up her slurpee cup and pointing at it. Anne nodded.

“Freeze your brain... Swim in the ice, get lost in the pain. Shut your eyes tight till you vanish from sight. Let nothing remain!” Anne said before slurping her straw quickly.

“Annette, you’re going to get a brain freeze!” Lina said. Anne didn’t listen.

“Just let her do it, Lina...” Jane said to her girlfriend. Lina sighed and nodded. At the same time, Anne pulled off the straw quickly and grasped her head with her other hand.

“Annie?” Cathy asked. Anne gave her a satisfactory smile.

“Freeze your brain... Shatter your skull, fight pain with more pain. Forget who you are, unburden your load. Forget in a day, you'll be back on the stage. When the voice in your head says you're better off dead...” Anne stopped herself before continuing. “Don't open a vein...” Anne whispered.

“Anne?” Kitty asked. Anne didn’t hear her. She took off her jacket, revealing multiple scars on her arms.

“Oh my gosh, Annie...” Cathy whispered. Anne let tears go down her face but kept a fake smile on her face.

“Just freeze your brain... Freeze your brain... Go on and freeze your brain...” Anne said before looking at the others. “Does anyone have any makeup remover?” Anne asked. Kitty passed her a wipe. She took it and wiped her neck. It took the others a second that Anne had put makeup on her neck. Why? To hide the redness around where her scar is.

“My god...” Anna said. Anne looked at all of them and pointed to her head.

“Try it,” Was all she said. They all took a long sip of their slushies.

“Oh shit, there it is,” Cathy said while gripping her head. Everyone laughed but stopped immediately, having a brain freeze as well.

#six the musical #fanfic #may 19th #parrlyn

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fictionaldemon · 3 years

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Into the Unknown

Previous Chapter

OC: Koiki Inagaki but likes to be called Koi Hair Color: Dark Navy Blue Eye Color: Orange Quirk: Darkness Solidification and Umbrageous

Episode 3

It has been about a week since the entrance exams. Koi was nervous. Did she pass? Did she not? Would she be ok after this? Would Katsuki still want to be with her if she wasn’t accepted into UA? Would Izuku still be her friend if she got in and he didnt?

These were ridiculous thoughts to have but she couldn’t help herself. She was paranoid and scared. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t even realize her grandfather sat next to her until he put a hand on her shoulder. She shrieked to which he chuckled and handed her an envelope. She jumps up and runs to her room screaming and slams the door.

She stared at the envelope for 5 minutes before tearing it open. A little disk fell on my bed and then a flash of light sparked. She falls off the bed in shock staring up at the hologram of All Might on her wall. She blanked out on most of the message but resurfaced when he says “You passed the exam. Welcome Koiki, you’re now a part of the hero academia.”

I started ugly crying and quickly dialed Katsuki’s number. “Hey babe, I just got my letter from UA...wh...why are you crying?” “I...I...passss and...I...wwwiiillll...be...UA...” I said over my sobs. I could hear Katsuki shuffling and in the background All Might’s voice going through the motions and accepting Katsuki as well. He started cheering in excitement and explosions could be heard. I chuckled finally being able to calm down. “Please don’t destroy things. Your mom will have a field day yelling at you.” “I don’t care what the hag thinks. I’m going to UA and will be a pro hero.”

Time Skip to the First Day at UA

I knocked on Izuku’s door waiting to walk with him to school. It was amazing to hear that he also got to UA. He opened the door smiling and we waved his mother goodbye before heading to the first day of the rest of our lives.

We found out that UA had accepted 41 students from the entrance exams. It was a first time occurrence, but they felt they couldn’t chose between two students. We never knew who would have almost not made it and we didn’t care. We were fortunate to both end up in class 1-A.

As we opened the doors, we were met with a class full of students already. “Are we late?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” Izuku responded as we watched to see Katsuki and the kid I almost fought at orientation for the exams arguing. “Well this is going to be fun.” All of a sudden the class turned to us, mostly staring at Izuku. “Uh, hi.” He mumbled. “Good Morning. My name is Tenya Lida.” The jerk greeted. “I’m Izuku Midoriya. This is Kioki Inagaki. Nice to meet you.” Izuku introduced.

“Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn’t you? You must be very perceptive. And I completely misjudged you, I admit.” He started. “You sure did. Glad you realized before I had to teach you.” I said simply. Lida looked at me. “Well my impression of you didn’t change.” He commented before continuing his conversation.

I huffed a little annoyed and went to take a seat. I could take the seat behind Katsuki but it’s better to sit with new people and not distract him. As our class had an odd number of students, the last row of seats had 5 desks instead of four. I decided to sit in the empty middle seat between a tall guy with brown spikey hair and a kid with red and white hair.

“Hey, I’m Rikido Sato.” The kid with the brown spikey hair greeted holding a hand out. “Kioki Inagaki, but most people just call me Koi. Pleasure to meet you.” I smiled as I shook his hand back. We chatted a little bit before our teacher arrived interrupting conversations.

“Hello, I’m Shota Aizawa. Your teacher. Right let’s get to it. Put these on and head outside.” He instructed as he tossed sets of uniforms to everyone. We all got changed and met him outside where he shared we would be having a Quirk assessment test instead of going to orientation.

Bakugo was up first to toss the softball as far as he could while using his quirk. I watched in aww as his hand flamed up and exploded shooting the ball into the sky like a rocket. Aizawa showed Bakugo’s distance of 705 meters. I whistled impressed. That’s my man. He grinned at me with pride.

Aizawa shared that we would all be competing in 8 physical exams to test our quirks and the student with the lowest score would be expelled. This sent everyone in a frenzy but if this is what it takes to be a hero, so be it.

The first test was the 50-meter dash. While the other students went, I had to figure out the best course for me. When it was my turn, I was paired to go against a boy with blonde hair and a girl that had pink skin. When the machine said go, I started running to gain momentum. My eyes lit up as I used my quirk to create wings on my back. Jumping in the air, I was able to glide the rest of the way finishing in exactly 6 seconds. I dismissed the wings not to over do myself right away.

“Woah! That was amazing!” the girl I ran against complimented. “Oh thanks!” I blushed. “I’m Mina Ashido,” She introduced. “I’m Kioki Inagaki.” I introduced back. She grinned and grabbed my arm dragging me to her group of friends which they introduced themselves as Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta.

The assessments continued on. The next test was the Grip Strength. Using a little bit of shadow, I covered my hand in a protective layer to not strain it as I gripped it as much as I could but got to about 100 kilograms.

The third test was the Standing Long Jump. Similar to the 50-meter dash, I created wings again so that when I am high in the air I can stay afloat. This worked successfully and I was able to get to the mark I needed to be. I looked back to Izuku had fallen just before the mark he needed to make. I gave him a sad smile as I helped him up. “It’s ok. You’ll do better on the next test.” He smiled back and nodded but I could tell he wasn’t feeling as confident.

The fourth test was repeated side steps. I created a wall on each side of me and I side stepped to climb up and down repeatedly until time was called. When it was time, I moved off to the side to lay down on the grass. My legs were screaming.

When it came to the ball throw, I formed a shadow down my arm and hand to create a a large paddle. Taking a deep breathe, I tossed the ball in the air and then swung as hard as I could with the makeshift paddle. The ball flew and Aizawa showed me the score. “670 meters. Not bad.” I grinned and went to stand by Bakugo.

I watched as Izuku went up. I could see he was having some doubts. “If Midoriya doesn’t shape up soon, he’s the one going home.” Lida commented. “Huh? Of course he is. He’s a quirkless loser.” Bakugo barked out. I smacked the back of his head to which he glared at me. “He’s just nervous. Leave him alone.” Lida stared at us confused. “He has a quirk. Did you not hear about what he did in the entrance exam?” We looked at him shocked before turning back to Izuku who finally tossed the ball. I gasped when Aizawa used his quirk.

“I took your quirk away. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school. You’re not ready and don’t have any control over your power.” Aizawa continued to lecture and belittle my best friend. I growled wanting to step in and defend but Bakugo held my hand tight trying to calm me down to not doing anything rash. Finally he let Izuku try again.

I was in awe watching the power that flowed subtly in his hand and shooting the ball 705.3 meters. “Mr. Aizawa, You see? I’m still standing,” Izuko challenged proudly. Our class mates were cheering him on but Bakugo and myself were still baffled. Growing up, Izuko never had a quirk... did he? I frowned wondering if my best friend has been lying to me all this time or was he that self conscious.

Bakugo raged, exploding his hands, and running towards Izuko for answers. On instinct I formed a shadow wall between the two boys while Mr. Aizawa utilized his scarf to restrain my boyfriend. “Stand down.” I sighed letting my quirk disappear and continuing with the rest of the tests.

#my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x reader #original character #my hero academia x oc #izuko midoriya #fanfic

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teacupfulofstarshine · 5 years

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pattonella part 7: and y’all thought this au was dead

yes, it has been a year since i updated this. no, i do not care.

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // read on ao3!!

tw: mild injury, minor blood mention, anxiety, nightmare mentions, mention of death

logan doesn’t regret his decisions.

he doesn’t really have time for regret. he makes what he thinks is the most logical decision, and he rolls with the consequences. he can count exactly four times that he’s regretted a decision (and all of them involve either thomas or roman or both bursting into tears). now, curling into the fetal position to protect his head as a draft horse rears above him, hooves the side of his head about to crash through his fragile ribcage and even more fragile skull, he adds a fifth decision to his very short list of regrets.

he can hear roman’s voice, high and frantic, and he knows he should probably get up but he’s pretty sure he hit his head. everything is slightly fuzzy around the edges, and then he hears virgil. he’s using that strange language again, the one logan doesn’t speak, and it seeps into the air, thick and liquid like honey.

strange lights spiral up the horse’s rear legs, wrapping around its torso and tail and front legs and neck and it’s different from what logan has seen of virgil’s magic so far. it leaves a strange gray dust in its wake, spreading and cracking across the horse’s body.

logan waits for the inevitable crash of hooves on flagstone (or hooves on bone), but it doesn’t come. when he finally manages to open his eyes, he sees virgil, standing above him, hands and eyes glowing a brilliant purple. his gaze shifts a few feet, and he sees the horse above him.

he keeps waiting for the hooves to drop, but they never do. the big, black horse is now gray and unmoving. it’s been turned completely to stone. “are you okay?!” virgil asks, voice layered and thick with magic.

“what . . . happened? what . . . what did you . . . ah, my head . . .”

“logan?!”

suddenly, roman appears, dropping to his knees and gently touching logan’s face. his fingertips are red when he pulls them away. why would they be red? logan doesn’t understand . . .

“we gotta get you back to the palace,” roman decides firmly. logan feels the world spin and shift beneath him, and suddenly someone is holding him. he can hear his little brother’s voice, making some kind of big announcement. (he knows it’s a big announcement because roman’s voice has his Prince Tone, which he only pulls out for official declarations.)

logan’s not conscious for much longer after that.

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the second he sees virgil’s magic wrap around the horse, roman is running. he can hear patton’s footsteps following after him, but his eyes are locked firmly on his brother. he sinks to his knees next to logan, frantically calling his name and touching his head. his fingers come away wet with blood from a graze on logan’s temple.

he sees patton touching virgil’s shoulder, bringing his arms down and murmuring calmly to him, but roman can only focus on his brother. “we gotta get you back to the palace,” roman says, shifting logan’s body carefully so that he can stand with his brother in his arms. the citizens are starting to gather around them, and that’s not good at all.

“good citizens!” roman announces, pouring all his regality into his voice. “it appears there has been a mishap with a horse. my brother, prince logan, was not seriously injured, but we will take him to the court physician immediately, just to be safe.”

a young man comes barrelling through the crowd, dropping to his knees in front of roman; he recognizes him as the castle blacksmith’s young son. “your highness! i am so sorry, please, please forgive me!” he sounds like he’s about to cry - looks it, too. “i - it was my fault! that’s father’s horse, i spooked him by dropping a bucket and he ran, please, i - i didn’t mean to hurt the prince, please!”

“my brother is not seriously injured,” roman says, not unkindly. “i’m sure he will make a full recovery.”

“you all might want to move out of the way,” virgil says, voice strained. “i can’t hold this stone spell forever!” roman, the young man, and patton quickly scramble away as virgil drops his glowing hands. the stone skin on the horse cracks and crumbles, dissolving into dust as the horse’s front hooves come crashing down.

before he can rear up again, virgil grabs his bridle, pressing a hand to his chest and murmuring another spell. this one is slower, softer, and the horse calms a little, tossing his head and whinnying but no longer rearing. “shhhh, shhhh-shhhh-shhhh, there we go,” virgil murmurs, stroking the horse’s nose. “good boy.”

“i - i’m so sorry,” the young man stammers again. roman shakes his head.

“you don’t need to apologize, and i’m sure that logan would tell you the same thing. it wasn’t your fault that the horse was startled. go on, take him home now, and be a bit more careful that you tie him up next time, alright?”

“of - of course! thank you, so much, prince roman, thank you so much -” the boy gasps. he takes the horse’s bridle and leads him back towards the shop.

“patton, virgil, come with me,” roman says. they both press close behind him as he sweeps into the castle. out of the corner of his eye, he can see patton wrapping an arm around virgil to support him.

roman tells the first servant he sees to inform thomas of what’s happened, and then he leads them to the southern wing of the palace. it’s a large, spacious suite full of windows to let the sun in, and it fences in a sheltered courtyard garden where all sorts of medicinal herbs and plants are grown. the castle doctor is draped lazily in the window seat, reading a massive leather book. “what’s happenin’, babes, you’re interruptin’ - prince roman?”

“there was an incident, doctor picani, something’s happened to logan.” in an instant, the doctor’s manner changes. roman gently places logan on the bed, stretching him out and arranging him on his back as though he’s asleep.

“what happened?”

“there was a horse,” virgil says, voice whispery as he sits down hard on a chair next to the bed. “big, a draft horse. it grazed his head with its front hoof when it was spooked and rearing. he was conscious for a few minutes, if dazed, but now he - you - you have to help him, please.” doctor picani carefully cleans and bandages the cut on logan’s head. “he’s alright, prince roman. i’ll put ‘im through his paces when he wakes up, but i don’t think he’s seriously injured. now, are you gonna introduce me to these lovely little darlin’s you’ve brought with you?”

“this is patton sanders, the rightful and newly reinstated lord of the sanders manor, and his brother, virgil. patton, virgil, this is doctor remy picani.”

“a pleasure, your lordship,” remy hums, bowing with a flourish.

“just - just patton is fine.”

“do you want somethin’ for that magical exhaustion, babes?”

virgil startles. “for what?”

“the magical exhaustion. it’s plain as the freckles on your brother’s face, i’d be a damn fool of a doctor if i didn’t recognize it, and i wouldn’t be a very good husband, either.”

“you’re married?”

remy wiggles his left hand at them, where a gold ring gleams on his fourth finger. “my husband’s one of the castle gardeners. he tends my medicinal garden for me, and he also grows the most beautiful flowers. i took his last name, because mine’s garbage. he’s got a little plant magic, and i know what magical exhaustion looks like. you’ve got it bad.”

“i . . . yeah, i guess i have been pushing myself . . .” remy goes into the courtyard looking for his husband, and only a few minutes later the doors burst open. the noise startles virgil, who jumps, but it’s thomas, running into the room. “roman?! where is he, where’s lo?!”

“he’s here, thomas, he’s here, he’s okay,” roman says, hurrying towards his brother. thomas catches roman and pulls him into his arms, hugging him tightly, and roman finally lets himself relax and be afraid. he hides his face in his big brother’s shoulder and pretends he isn’t shaking.

“it’s okay, ro,” thomas murmurs, gently stroking his back. “it’s all gonna be okay.”

*~*~*~*~*

when the doctor comes back, there’s a shorter man with him, holding his hand. his hair is a wild nest of curls, his eyes are unnaturally green, and he reminds virgil of patton. he’s carrying a small handful of leaves, and he quickly lights a fire with a wave of his hand under a teakettle in the corner.

“do you how do, everybody! my husband says you’ve got some magical exhaustion symptoms?” virgil nods, a little too stunned to react properly, and the man smiles. “well, this tea’ll get you fixed up right as rain! i know how much it sucks, but don’t worry. it’ll be alright!”

“this is emile, my wonderful husband,” remy says. emile turns pink and goes up on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“rem, you’re embarrassing me!”

“oh, i haven’t even started embarrassin’ you, darlin’,” remy teases. emile squeaks and swats at his hand, but even though virgil is exhausted and feels as though he’s about to pass out he can tell that they love each other. the tea finishes far more quickly than it should, and emile pours him a nice warm cup.

“drink it all up, you’ll feel loads better, i promise!”

virgil is hesitant to sip at the tea, but emile is right. the second he swallows the first mouthful, he instantly feels revitalized. “this . . . is amazing.”

“it is, isn’t it? you’ll still have to take it easy for a little while, no major spells for a day or so, but you’ll be alright. i hear you’re the one who saved our second prince, then?”

“y - yeah, i - i turned the horse to stone, and then when logan was safe i dropped that spell and used a calming spell to stop the horse from freaking out more.”

“and you put all those protection spells on me earlier,” roman adds. emile’s eyes widen, and virgil winces.

“you did what? that’s so much magic, virgil! you’ll definitely need to take it easy after all that.”

“virgil?” roman says softly. virgil looks up at him. “it - it’s almost like you knew that logan was gonna get attacked by that horse. you reacted so fast, it’s like you - like you knew.”

virgil feels his heart sink.

“d . . . did you know?” thomas asks. virgil stares guiltily at the ground.

“i . . . i have . . . nightmares, sometimes. visions. they always come in sets of three - there’s something from the recent past, something from the present, and something from the near future. i had a nightmare, earlier. i - i saw something that happened during roman’s training match.”

“past,” patton murmurs, taking his hand.

“i - i saw you two snuggling and laughing, just like you were when i burst into the room when i woke up.” “that was present then,” thomas says.

“and - and then i - i saw logan, c - crumpled underneath a m-massive horse, and - and i knew that had to be the future. so i was - i was nervous that something might happen. so i was paying attention, but - but not enough attention to stop him from getting hurt -”

“virgil,” thomas says. virgil cuts himself off immediately. “you saved logan’s life.”

“i - wh - how -”

“if you hadn’t been here, if you hadn’t had that vision, if you hadn’t had your magic, logan would most certainly have been killed by that horse. but he wasn’t, because you saved him.”

virgil nearly drops the teacup in shock when thomas, the king’s eldest son, the crown prince in all but name, the heir to the god damn throne, pulls away from roman and drops to one knee in front of him. roman stares in shock for only a moment longer before he’s following his brother’s lead.

“wh - wha - y - your majesty, wh - what are you -”

“we owe you a great debt, virgil,” thomas says, voice formal and regal. you have the gratitude of the royal family for the service you have performed here today. this will not be forgotten.”

“you - you don’t need to -”

“we would have lost logan without you, virgil,” roman says. he and thomas stay on one knee for a moment longer before standing up. thomas gently puts a hand on virgil’s shoulder and smiles at him, and he’s no longer the heir to the throne. he’s just a very worried, very relieved older brother.

that puts virgil a little bit at ease.

*~*~*~*~*

“roman, sweetheart?”

patton reaches a hand toward the youngest prince. roman has his back to him, staring out the window and decidedly not looking at logan’s pale form in the bed. “ro?”

roman turns to face him, and his eyes are watery. patton reaches toward his face, unsure if roman wants to be touched right now, but his question is answered when roman leans forward and rests his cheek against patton’s hand. patton gently sweeps his thumb over roman’s cheek and steps into his arms.

“logan is okay,” he murmurs. “he’ll be alright.” roman is the taller of the two of them, and patton can’t stop himself from smiling as roman nuzzles into his hair.

“i know,” he says, “but - but he’s my big brother. i’m supposed to be the fighter, the one who puts themself in danger and gets hurt protecting people, and - and he - he’s hurt now, and i can’t - if virgil hadn’t been there, i couldn’t have saved him.”

“but virgil was there,” patton soothes. “and logan’s gonna be okay.”

“i’m supposed to leave,” roman says softly. “i - i have to go, tonight, but - but i don’t want to leave while logan is still like this.”

“you don’t have to leave just yet,” patton murmurs. “you can stay here with us for now. you can wait for a while, and when he wakes up you’ll see that he’s okay.”

“okay . . .”

“do you have to go?” patton asks. his voice is small, and he knows it’s stupid to ask this of roman but he can’t stop himself. “you - the bandits are dangerous, right? i don’t - i don’t want it to be you in that hospital bed.”

“it is dangerous, love, but i have to go. that’s my job as the captain of the knights and prince of the kingdom. i’m sworn to protect the citizens in any way i can, no matter what happens.”

“i understand,” patton says, because he does understand, even if he doesn’t like it.

“but,” roman says, moving one hand to carefully tip patton’s chin back. the sunlight strikes roman’s eyes and lights them up, making his irises appear to glow, and patton forgets how to breathe.

“i’m also sworn to you, my darling. i promised that you wouldn’t have to worry ever again, that i would be here for you from now on. i’m hardly going to let some measly troop of bandits take me away from you, am i?”

“you promise?”

“may i kiss you, darling?” “you may,” patton breathes, and roman kisses him. his hand slides up to twist his fingers through patton’s hair, and patton presses his entire body as close to roman as he can. roman’s other hand slides down to hold his waist, firm and protective. his thumb sweeps over patton’s hipbone, and patton is gone.

they end up curled on the windowsill, snuggling in the warm sunlight. roman sits with his back braced against the wall, and patton slides up between his legs to lay against his chest. roman holds him tightly, gently stroking his back, chin resting on top of patton’s head. despite what’s happened, the sunlight is warm, and roman is warmer, and his heartbeat is strong and steady and soothing, and patton finds himself dozing off.

he’s not sure how long he’s asleep, but he wakes up to someone gently shaking his shoulder. “lord sanders?” it’s the doctor, remy.

“y’can call me patton,” he yawns, sitting up. roman stirs when he moves, rubbing at his eyes.

“patton, prince roman, logan’s awake.”

that wakes them both up almost instantly, and patton practically trips over himself as they hurry over to the bed. logan is sitting up, one hand pressed to his forehead and the other held tightly between both of virgil’s. thomas isn’t in the room, and patton watches the doctor call a servant to go and tell him the news.

“lo!”

logan turns to look at his brother and smiles. “hello, roman. how are you?”

“how am i?! how are you?! you got knocked in the head by a horse, logan, i -”

“roman, i assure you that i am alright. i have a headache, and my memory of the event is a tad fuzzy, but i will survive, i promise.”

roman makes a weird noise and leans down to hug logan tightly. “i was so worried for you, idiot brother.”

logan hugs him back with his free hand, gently patting his shoulder. “and i care very much for you, too, roman.”

when roman finally lets go of roman, he steps back and takes patton’s hand, lacing their fingers together. remy examines logan for a few minutes, looking at his eyes and asking him questions and taking the bandage off his head. there’s a cut on his forehead, a straight line that slices down past his temple.

“you’re very lucky,” remy says. “a couple inches either side, and you’d’ve lost either your eye or your life. but as it stands, i think you’re alright. you’ve got a mild concussion, so you’re gonna need to take it easy for a couple days.”

“i do not have the time for that, remy, i have work to do.” logan tries to stand up, wobbles, and immediately sits down. “oh, that - that was a poor decision.”

“yes, it was,” remy says snarkily. “you’re on bed rest for at least forty-eight hours. no reading, no writing, no walking around, no nothing. you will be sleeping and resting, do you hear me?”

“yes, doctor,” logan mutters. remy cleans the cut and rewraps the bandage. “do i have to stay here?”

“i suppose you can go back to your own bedroom, prince logan.”

“i’ll go with you,” virgil says immediately. “i’ll - i can sit with you, and i’ll - i can read to you, if you want.”

“would you do that for me?” logan asks. “i - i think i would like that very much, virgil.” virgil smiles, cheeks faint pink, and patton smiles, too. it’s become clear to him that while virgil and logan are less physically affectionate than he and roman are, they’re no less loving.

“prince roman?”

there’s a guard in the doorway. “your highness, the knights are ready to depart. will you be joining them?”

roman nods. “yes, yes of course. they need me. tell them i’ll be down shortly.”

“of course, sir.”

the guard leaves, and roman turns to patton. “i’ll be back in a few days, my darling. i promise.”

“i believe you,” patton says, pushing up to press a gentle kiss to roman’s mouth. roman smiles and kisses him again, bending him backwards just slightly with a hand on the small of his back. “be safe, roman.”

“i will, patton.”

*~*~*~*~*

when logan finally heads back to his bedroom, virgil helps him. he carefully wraps an arm around logan’s waist, and logan drapes an arm over his shoulders. they walk slowly through the castle, logan murmuring directions as they turn through the halls.

“i’m glad you’re not dead,” virgil says, pushing open the huge door that leads to logan’s bedroom.

“yeah?”

“of course i am! you - you’re one of the nicest people i’ve ever met, and - and you’re really funny, even though you’re not super obvious about it like pat and his puns, and - and you’re so smart, really, it scares me how smart you are sometimes and - and i just - i just really, really like you, logan.”

“i really, really like you too, virgil,” the prince says. he smiles fondly, and virgil feels his entire heart explode from joy. he carefully helps logan sit on the bed before rummaging around for the pajamas he’d borrowed from logan that first night.

“here, you - can you get changed yourself?”

“i think so,” he says. virgil puts his glasses on the night table and very deliberately does not stare at logan’s pale skin as he gets changed. “you can look now,” logan calls, sounding amused, and virgil is certain that he’s scarlet as he turns around.

in so doing, however, he manages to catch a glimpse of logan’s pale collarbone as he slowly finishes buttoning up his shirt, and he almost passes out himself. logan smiles at him, slow and sweet, eyes just a little hazy from his head wound, and virgil clears his head.

“my - my book, it’s over on the armchair.”

“i thought the doctor said you were supposed to be resting, lo?”

“he did, but - but you said you were gonna read to me, didn’t you?”

“oh! right, yeah, i - i did say that.”

virgil grabs the thick, heavy book and heaves it onto the bed. logan pulls at the covers, and virgil carefully takes them from him. “what are you doing?”

“i - uh - i’m tucking you in. if - if you want, that is.”

logan blushes. “i . . . would like that, yes.”

logan crawls into bed, positioning himself against the mountains of fluffy pillows as virgil tugs the feather-filled quilt and knit blankets up around him. “you’ll be alright, logan.”

“i know,” logan smiles. “oh - virgil?”

“yeah?”

“i - i don’t think i ever said this, so - so thank you.”

“for what?”

“i understand that you were the one who saved my life.”

virgil feels the blush return full force. “i - it was my pleasure, lo, really, i - i couldn’t just - i couldn’t let you die.”

“and you didn’t. i’m still here, thanks to you.”

virgil looks at the window, because he knows that if he spends a millisecond more looking at the earnest gratitude and care on logan’s face he’ll start crying. “that’s - y-you’re welcome, logan. really.”

“i think i’d like to take a nap now,” logan says. virgil looks at him.

“lo?”

“yes?”

“can i - no, nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“virgil.” logan reaches out and takes his hand between both of his, squeezing it gently. “nothing that you need is stupid.”

“i didn’t need it, though, i - i just wanted -”

“and your wants are not stupid, either. you have had a hard life, but no more. if there is anything i can do to make your life easier, anything that i can give you or get for you, then i will. you are not an imposition on me. tell me, what was it?”

“i - i just . . . wanted . . . to know if i could - if i could give you a goodnight kiss,” virgil mumbles. logan stares at him for a moment before breaking into a large, dopey smile.

“oh, virgil. you never have to ask about something like that. of course you can kiss me goodnight.”

virgil carefully brings his hands up to cup logan’s face. “i . . . i really, really like you, logan.”

“and i really, really like you,” logan says, amused.

“i don’t - i can’t say i love you, yet, because i’ve only known you a little bit, but - but i think - i really think i could love you, logan. i really think i will love you. so - so all i can say right now is that i really, really like you, and hope that’s enough.”

“it is more than enough,” logan says, voice soft and sincere. “you are more than enough.”

virgil leans in to kiss him, and then he kisses him again, and again and again and again.

logan doesn’t get to sleep for quite some time.

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The Vain Emperor of the Track

>It’s time.

Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines.

This has been a long time waitin’. I can’t wait!

Same here. He’ll pay for what he’s done.

Playing with two people’s hearts like that is unforgivable. It’s time for him to face the fist of justice!

Then we’re off! Let the race begin!

>Mona becomes our van.

Let’s race!

Here we go!

>With that, we go on our way to take Trey Sterling’s heart.

>The penthouse overlooking the track is were very special guest to the school usually stay. This time, Sterling Sterling and his son, Trey, were staying here. They were trying to remain as calm as they can after receiving our calling card this morning.

I’m sure the police are doing whatever they can to get to the bottom of this. Don’t worry, son.

I’m sure, Dad. I’m not that worried... Although, these Phantom Thieves are quite tenacious... Especially the one called Crow.

Mr. Sterling: Now, now, things will be fine. Right now, you should get some sleep. We’ve got a lot to do later on. Good night.

Trey: Good night.

>Mr. Sterling goes off to his room while Trey stayed in the study. Everything was quite... Until...

?????: Good, we don’t want Daddy getting in the way.

Trey: !

>A red wave passes over. When it was done, the study had been replaced with a podium, a place where the Roman Emperor would sit in the Colosseum. Outside, the the track of the Colosseum of Vanity was roaring with excitement... And Trey had been replaced with his Shadow.

Shadow Trey: You have arrived.

You bet we did! And we’re here to win!

Shadow Trey: I’d like to see you try.

Believe us. We will.

Shadow Trey: Very well. To the track!

>With that, Shadow Trey leaves.

Okay, so we all remember the plan, right?

While Trey’s Shadow is distracted by his race with Zack, Joker, Panther, Queen, Crow, Wolf, Speed, X, Slice, and Dice, we will sneak the Treasure away before anyone notices. That’s pretty much it.

Lucy: Exactly.

Carmen: Good to hear. I still wish Player could be here. Or at least have contact with him.

Sorry, Red, but in the Metaverse, the only hacker you have is yours truly.

And we’re all happy that you’re here, Oracle.

We’re all counting on you.

Good luck today, Oracle.

Oracle: Thanks, you guys.

Me, Oracle, Connor, Chim-Chim, and Lucy will be in the pits over the radio.

I will join you as well. If anything happens to Joker, I want to be able to help.

Joker: Thank you, Fox. Wish us luck.

Then let’s get to it! Are we ready?

Everyone: Ready!

*Chirp*

>With that, we go our separate ways. Me, Fox, Panther, Queen, Crow, Wolf, Slice, Dice, Speed, X, Zack, Oracle, Lucy, Conor, Chim-Chim, and Ivy go to the track while Mona, Skull, Noir, Violet, Sophie, and Carmen go to retrieve the Treasure.

>Out on the track...

Oracle: Okay, Lucy, Conor, and Chim-Chim prepped the Mach 6, the Shooting Star, and Duel Aces and Ivy prepped Lydia (Zack’s car). So I did some tuning of my own.

Really? I can’t wait to see it.

>Just then, a large trailer was being pulled up to us... by a small car.

Hi, everyone! It’s been a while!

Panther: (happy) Jose, it’s good to see you again.

Zack: (confused) You know this kid?

Queen: Yes, he’s a friend of us.

Oracle: With a little technical know-how and the power of cognition, I managed to fix up some vehicles just for you. I didn’t want to store them in the garages here out of fear someone would sabotage them and they can’t really exist outside the Metaverse, so I asked Lavenza if I can store them in the Velvet Room. I also asked Jose to bring them here.

Jose: They look pretty good. Not as good as my ride, but still, nice machines.

>We go to the back of the trailer and Oracle opens them. Inside are four cars. One car had an Arsene-like design, the second had a Carmen-like design, the third had a Robin Hood-like design, and the fourth had a Valjean-like design.

WOW! These look so cool, Oracle!

Oracle: (smirking) That’s not all. Each of your cars also has a special feature. Joker, your car, Phantom Flyer, has a grappling hook with wires strong enough to pull the car or other things. Conor even helped me with laser sawblades. Use with care.

>I get in the Phantom Flyer. I drive it to the front of Jose’s car and fire the grappling hook at it. With ease, I manage to pull both Jose’s car and the trailer a decent 10 feet. Then, I activate the laser sawblades and Jose takes out a cinderblock. He moves it towards the sawblades and the block is cut with ease.

This is awesome, Oracle.

Oracle: Panther, your car, Flaming Kitty, has the same cloaking technology the Mach 6 and the Shooting Star have. But aside from that, it can also change its appearance to look like anything. Even other cars. It also has flamethrowers.

>Panther drives the car out. When she activates the cloaking technology, it becomes invisible. Then, it reappears as the Mach 6, then the Shooting Star, and then as Lydia before changing back. Next, she activates the flamethrowers which perfected roasted some marshmallows Jose just happened to have.

I wish I could show my mom! She would love this!

Oracle: Crow, your car, Freedom’s Strike, has the same camouflage technology like Panther’s. It can also shoot arrows and lasers and it also has sawblades both steel and laser.

>Crow drives the car out. It shot a few arrows and lasers into a target Jose set up. Then, Crow activates the laser sawblades and cuts a cinderblock. Then, the car changes its Robin Hood-like design to a Loki-like design. Then, steel sawblades come out and cuts the target in half.

(changing the car back to its original design) Quite amazing, Oracle. You know me all too well...

A little too well for my taste.

Yeesh, I think all that time you spent undercover really messed you up.

Either that or the connection made between you and the target.

Oracle: Now, Wolf, your car, Howling Silver, is built like a tank and is virtually indestructible. Even a wrecking ball can’t destroy it. And it has sonic canons for blasting your way through just about anything.

>Wolf drives his car out. Jose brought out his hammer and gave the car a good hard whack. But the car was just fine. Then, Wolf fires a sonic blast which shatters a stack of glass jars Jose set up.

Wolf: (excited) Sweet! I’m so going to talk to my superiors about making something like this in the real world.

Oracle: Good luck. I want to make cars for the others, but I’ll think about it after they finish their lessons.

Wolf: Probably good.

Dice: Hold on, Queen’s racing, too. How come she doesn’t have a car?

Queen: I’ve decided I’m just going to ride Agnes. She’s the closest to being a car.

Lucy: Is that even allowed?

Queen: There’s no rule against it.

Lucy: Fair enough.

>We take our cars to the track and we ready ourselves.

Racer Shadow: Yo, babe! Where’s your car?

It’s right here.

>Queen goes Third Tier.

Queen: PERSONA!

>Queen got on Agnes as Shadow Trey came on the track with his golden car.

Shadow Trey: Friends, Bostonians, countrymen, lend me your ears! Today will make the day that the Racer Family is finally put in their place! And I take down the legendary Phantom Thieves of Hearts! After this race, no one will ever question again who is the greatest person to ever live! Now, let us begin!

Announcer: Now watch as our most glorious emperor, Trey Sterling, goes up against the soon to be disgraced Racer Family and the Phantom Thieves!

>Shadow Trey comes to us.

Shadow Trey: Hope you’re ready to lose. That’s all you’ll ever be good for.

Speed: We’ll see about that.

Zack: You bet. I won’t lose to you this time.

Announcer: All drivers to your cars, please! All drivers to your!

Shadow Trey: (pointing and clicking) Later, Big Z.

>Zack was trying to hold back his rage as Trey’s Shadow left.

Ivy: Don’t let him get to you, bro. Remember what happened last time.

Zack: R- Right. That was the old Zack. The new Zack is way more cool under presser.

>Ivy left to join Oracle, Fox, Lucy, Conor, and Chim-Chim... I could tell Zack was still mad.

Joker: Are you alright?

Zack: It’s just... Ever since we were kids, Trey has always gotta do me up. Be better than me. And he does it with his old man’s money and then rubs it in my face especially. Why’s he gotta be like that?

Joker: I suppose we’ll know once we take his Treasure.

Zack: Still, I just can’t stand it. He’s worst than havin’ to eat fish.

>I know how you feel. >>You're the better person.

Zack: Come again?

Joker: Trey thinks he can buy his way into victory, but that’s not the same as having real talent. There are some things that even money can’t solve. And I speak from experience. Shido thought that because of his position, he could get away with anything, and look where that got him. The same thing will most likely happen to Trey.

Zack: You really think that?

I do. So to me, aside from Skull, that makes us brothers.

Zack: That’s... That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard. Hey, does that make Ivy like your sister, too?

Ivy: (who heard us and came over with Fox) We’re a package deal. You get one of us, you get both of us. Just remember that we ain’t leavin’ Carmen.

Joker: Don’t worry, you’re not going anywhere from her.

Zack: ... (smiling) Thanks, Joker. I owe you one.

Joker: Think nothing of it.

Zack: No really, you gotta let us thank you in some way. How ‘bout this, you change Trey’s heart, I might teach how to drive not just cars, but other stuff, too. How does that sound?

Joker: Well, if Mona where here, he’d say that would come in handy.

Fox: I agree. You never know when we might need to escape in just a car. You’ve already shown to be good on a motorcycle and you’re so close to passing your diver’s test with help from your father, I think it wouldn’t hurt to try other things.

>I think about it. I would be helpful to learn how to operate other forms of transportation.

Alright, you’re on.

Ivy: Then we have a deal.

Zack: You bet.

>Me and Zack do a fist bump together.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of the Shine Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

Confidant: Zack & Ivy

Arcana: Shine (This Arcana is made up for this Confidant.)

Rank: 1

Ability: The Getaway Driver

Zack and Ivy will teach you better driving skills to use in the Metaverse.

Announcer: Last warning: All drivers to your cars, please! All drivers to your cars!

Joker: (putting the mask back on) Ready?

Zack: Ready as we’ll ever be.

>So, we get in our cars and Fox and Ivy rejoin the others.

Ready... Set... GO!!!

>And we’re off!

>Meanwhile, with the other at the podium, they were searching for the Treasure.

Skull: It’s gotta be here somewhere. We all sat that light thing right here.

Mona: He must have hidden it knowing someone would take it while he’s racing.

Sophie: I can sense it, too.

Carmen: I wish Oracle could have stayed with us.

Noir: I’m sure if we look harder, we can find it. Just think, where would someone as narcissistic as Trey would hide something that he believes gives him power?

Mona: My guess is somewhere really obvious. Someplace where he just can’t help but show it off to everyone.

Carmen: Maybe that?

>Carmen was pointing to some Shadows that were carrying something covered by a gold tarp.

Cognitive Being 1: There’s the prize for the winner of the race!

Cognitive Being 2: I sure wish I could enter to win it, but no one can beat the emperor. No one.

Cognitive Being 3: Still, whoever wins that... Oh, who am I kidding? Emperor Trey’s got this race in the bag!

I guess that’s it.

Violet: How are we going to get it? There are too many eyes watching.

Carmen: I think I can help with that. Oracle did a tune up to my tools. They should help us.

>Carmen pressed something on her coat and she turns invisible.

Noir: (taking out a small potion bottle) Panther gave us this camouflage potion. It should last us long enough to grab the Treasure and get out.

Carmen: Sounds simple enough... What’s the catch?

Straight to the point, huh?

Noir: Well, we might still have to fight a few Shadows along the way. Including the Palace Ruler. It’s usually unavoidable. So be ready.

Carmen: Thanks, I will.

Then here we go!

>Noir sprinkles the potion on herself and the others and they are hidden from view. They and Carmen go to take the Treasure.

>Meanwhile, back on the track, the race was raging on. A Shadow nearly rams me to the side, but luckily, I dodged it.

Oracle’s Voice: Be careful, Joker. I think Trey’s Shadow payed those guys to take you guys out.

Joker: No doubt. They don’t look like they’re going to let us leave this race with our lives.

Speed: Dad said and Uncle Rex used to deal with stuff like this all the time. I think we can make it through.

Ivy’s Voice: Just try not to do anything reckless.

Lucy’s Voice: Good luck with that. If there’s one thing you should know about Speed and X, “reckless” is their middle name.

Speed: Actually, my middle name is Daisuke.

Ivy’s Voice: Seriously?

X: Well Dad said it was either that or Pops.

Queen: Better watch it, we got one coming!

>A Shadow comes up to me. It transforms.

Bring it! Persona!

Tutorial

You have just entered a Race Battle.

If you have seen Persona 5 Scramble: The Phantom Strikers, this battle is similar to the battles there.

When you attack a Shadow, it gets knocked backwards. When its HP goes to 0, it will be defeated. However, if you get attacked, you will be the one knocked backwards. If your HP goes to 0, it is game over.

>Garuda attacks with Garudyne. Luckily, I dodge it. Arsene uses One-shot Kill. Garuda is knocked back and loses a lot of HP due to his weakness to Gunfire. Garuda drives (or flies or whatever he’s doing in this race) back up and attacks me, sending me back a bit. I drive back up and Arsene uses One-shot Kill again. Then, I attack with my own gun. He is knocked back good. Garuda tries again to attack me, but I dodge it. Arsene uses One-shot Kill again and Garuda is gone.

Joker: That was close.

>Then, I notice Flaming Kitty driving up.

Tutorial

When one of your teammates is in view, you can pass the baton to them.

During this time, the one who passed the baton will have time to regain HP and SP.

>I pass the baton to Panther.

Panther: Okay, it’s my turn now! Persona!

>A Shadow come up to her and transforms.

>The Oni tries to attack Panther, but she dodges it. Carmen uses Agilao. The Oni uses Snap. Panther is sent back a bit. Carmen uses Marin Karin and the Oni is Brainwashed. Oni does not act. Panther then uses the car’s flamethrower. It had a Burning effect. After snapping out of it, Oni attacks Panther with Giant Slice. It was a critical hit and Panther is knocked backwards. Thankfully, she recovered and Carmen used Diarama. The Oni tries to use Giant Slice on Panther again, but she dodges it. Carmen then uses Marin Karin again and Oni is once again Brainwashed. The Oni slows down. Then, Carmen uses Agidyne and the Oni is gone.

Panther: Yes! That’s cool!

>Queen passes ahead of Panther and she passes the baton to her.

Panther: Good luck!

Queen: Thanks.

>A Shadow comes up and transforms.

>The Shiki-Ouji uses Psio. Queen is weak to it and it really knocks her back. She recovers and drives onwards. Agnes uses Freidyne. The Shiki-Ouji is knocked way back. Queen takes this as an opportunity and uses Freidyne again. The Shiki-Ouji grives back up again and uses Double Snap. It was a critical hit and Queen is knocked back. Fortunately, she recovers quickly. Agnes then uses Diarahan. Shiki-Ouji uses Psio, but Queen dodges it. Agnes then uses Freidyne and Shiki-Ouji knocked backwards. Queen decides to go bigger and Agnes uses Atomic Flare. The Shiki-Ouji drives up again, but is real weak. Shiki-Ouji uses Taunt, but it didn’t work. Agnes uses Atomic Flare again and the Shiki-Ouji is gone.

Queen: So glad you’re on our side, Agnes.

>Queen spots Crow in Freedom’s Strike. Queen passes the baton to him.

Crow: My turn!

>A Shadow drives up to him and transforms.

Crow: My skills exceed yours! Persona!

>Throne uses Makougaon. Fortunately, Crow resisted. Robin Hood uses Eigaon. Throne is knocked back. Throne tries to attack Crow, but he dodges it. Robin Hood tries to use Mamudoon, but it misses. Throne uses Makougaon. Crow resists again. Robin Hood uses Eigaon. Throne is knocked back. Then, Robin Hood uses Megaton Raid. Throne moves back up again and Throne attacks. This time, it was a critical hit and Crow is thrown back. Crow drives up again and Robin Hood uses Eigaon. Throne is knocked back. Then, Robin Hood uses Megidola. Throne drives up again and uses Makougaon. Crow resists again. Robin Hood uses Eigaon, but Throne dodges it with Evade Curse. Throne hesitates. Robin Hood uses Mamudoon. Throne is knocked back. Then, Robin Hood uses Megidola. Throne drives back up again and attacks. Robin Hood uses Megaton Raid, but Throne dodges it. Throne attacks again and it is a critical hit. Throne attacks. Crow manages to regain the lead.

Crow: Very well. It seems that Instant Kill didn’t do much... I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.

PERSONA!

>Freedom’s Strike also changes. Loki uses Eigaon. It was super effective and throws Throne backwards. Then, Loki uses Laevanteinn. The now weakened Throne drives back up again and tries to use Makougaon. However, Crow dodges it with Evade Bless. Loki uses Eigaon again and Throne was gone.

Good. And not a moment too soon.

>Crow sees Wolf driving Howling Silver. Crow passes the baton just has changes back from Black Mask Mode.

Crow: (in cool down) We’re almost there. Keeping going!

Wolf: Rodger!

>Another Shadow drives up and transforms.

Wolf: So you’re the last one between us, Sterling, and the lead. Alright, bring it on! Persona!

>Baal uses Charge. Valjean uses Heat Riser. Baal uses Ayamur. It was a critical hit and Wolf was knocked backed. Baal just hesitated. Wolf drives back up and Valjean uses One-shot Kill. Baal uses Panta Rhei. Valjean uses Trible Down. Baal uses Panta Rhei again. Valjean uses One-shot Kill. It was a critical hit and Baal is knocked way back. Valjean then uses Megidola. Baal recovers and uses Revolution. Valjean uses Agneyastra. It was a critical hit and forces Baal way back. Valjean then uses Megidolaon. Baal drives back up and uses Ayamur. It was a critical hit and Wolf is forced back. Baal then uses Panta Rhei. Wolf manages to drive back up with little HP. Valjean uses Heat Riser. Baal tries to use Ayamur again, but Wolf dodges it. Valjean uses Megidolaon and Baal is gone.

Wolf: Yes!

Oracle’s Voice: Great work, you guys! All that’s left is Trey’s Shadow.

Wolf: Right!

Joker: Let’s hope the others are doing great with the Treasure.

>Back with Carmen and the others, they managed to get close to the Treasure.

Carmen: (looking under the tarp) This looks like a job for the laser cutter.

>Carmen cuts open a hole big enough for her and the others to get in. They go inside.

Carmen: Got it.

Mona: This is the Treasure alright.

Sophie: It certainly has that vibe.

>They sneak away until they were in the clear. The Treasure was a shiny golden racing trophy.

What a surprise.

Skull: And I thought Kamoshida was bad. This just takes the cake.

>Carmen then takes a closer look at the trophy...

Carmen: (surprised) I see, that explains it.

Skull: What’s up, Red?

Carmen: Something real interesting.

>Back on the track, I managed to catch up to Wolf thanks to Slice, Dice, Speed, X, and Zack.

Wolf: Good luck to you all.

Joker: Thanks.

Slice: Me and Dice will take care of things in the rare.

>Me, Speed, X, and Zack drive up to Trey’s Shadow.

Shadow Trey: Well, look who finally decided to show up. I knew hiring those idiots wouldn’t help.

X: Goes to show you that good help is hard to find.

Shadow Trey: Fine, if you want something done right, do it yourself.

Speed: X and I will take care of Trey if he tries anything. Joker, Zack, think you can handle it?

Zack: You bet. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.

Ivy’s Voice: Just try to focus. This isn’t like all the races we’re use to.

Joker: Don’t worry, he won’t be alone this time.

Zack: Thanks, Joker. Let’s do it!

>I nod... and go Third Tier.

Joker: PERSONA!

>Shadow Trey tries to use Brain Shake on me, but I dodge it. Raoul uses Concentrate. Shadow Trey uses Psiodyne. Raoul uses Phantom Show which puts Shadow Trey to Sleep.

Joker: Now’s your chance! Attack!

Speed: Here I come!

>I fling the Mach 6 forward with the Phantom Flyer’s grappling hook. Then, Speed attacks with his car’s laser sawblades. Speed drives back into position. Shadow Trey uses Taunt. I fall under Rage. I attack Shadow Trey with my car’s laser sawblades. Shadow Trey uses Psiodyne. It was a technical hit. I snap out of it and Raoul uses Eigaon. Shadow Trey tries to use Terror Claw, but I dodge it. I equipped Raoul with the One-shot Kill Skill Card and he uses One-shot Kill. It was a critical hit.

Joker: We get another one! Go!

X: This is for Annalise!

>I fling the Shooting Star forward and X rams Shadow Trey’s car, sending it back a bit. X moves back into position. Shadow Trey uses Brain Shake. Fortunately, I wasn’t Brainwashed. Raoul uses Concentrate. Shadow Trey uses Marin Karin. It didn’t work. Raoul uses Eigaon. It took a lot of Shadow Trey’s HP. Shadow Trey uses Sukukaja. Raoul uses One-shot Kill, but Shadow Trey dodges it. Shadow Trey then uses Marin Karin and I become Brainwashed. I nearly attack Speed. Shadow Trey uses Psiodyne. It was a technical hit. I snap out of it and Raoul uses Concentrate. Shadow Trey tries to use Brain Shake, but I dodge it. Raoul uses Phantom Show and it puts Shadow Trey to Sleep.

Joker: Get ready for another one! Just one more after this!

Zack: Here I go!

>I fling Lydia forward and Zack attacks Shadow Trey, sending him further back. Zack moves back into position.

Shadow Trey: (now really angry) I’m not done yet! Let me show you what happens when you cross me! I release upon you the deadly sin of vanity! You have no means of escape, human! The fraudulence of mankind shall bring forth ruin!

>Shadow Trey uses Distorted Vanity. Raoul uses Concentrate again. Shadow Trey uses Psiodyne. I’m knocked back a lot. Shadow trey then uses Skull Cracker. Fortunately, I didn’t get Confused. Raoul uses Phantom Show and Shadow Trey is Asleep again.

Joker: Now to finish this race!

>I give the final blow.

>After that, Shadow Trey was now back behind us. Then, I notice something.

Zack! Look!

>Zack was way ahead of us. He was in first place.

Ivy’s Voice: Go for it, bro! Go for it!

Zack: This is for you, sis! And everyone in Southie!

>Then, in a zoom... it was over. Zack crossed the finish line and won the race.

Cognition 1: (in disbelief) No way! Emperor Trey actually lost!?

Cognition 2: They must have cheated somehow.

Cognition 3: Actually, now that I think about it, doesn’t Emperor Trey do the same thing?

Cognition 4: Hey, you’re right! He paid those racers to kill those other racers!

Cognition 5: We’ve been supporting a cheater this whole time!

Cognitive Spectators: (outraged) Trey Sterling is a crook! A SPOILED LITTLE BRAT!

>Later at victory lane, Shadow Trey comes to us weakly.

Shadow Trey: It’s... It’s not possible... I should have won... I always win...

Wolf: Only because you paid those racers to lose with your father’s money. That’s not how you gain victory.

Shadow Trey: But, it’s my victory. I’m a proud son of Boston. I’m Boston Proud. Even the trophy says so.

??????: Does it really?

>Carmen and the others come to us with the trophy. She showed us the plaque at the bottom. Engraved on it was Trey’s name, but above it was another name that was chiseled out. I could definitely make out Zack’s first name, but his last name was completely unreadable.

Shadow Trey: The trophy? My trophy.

Carmen: I don’t think so. You clearly didn’t earn this. It was Zack’s.

>Shadow Trey looked like he was ready to attack one of us, but instead, he just drops to his knees and begins sobbing. We weren’t sure how to react... Then Zack comes over to Shadow Trey. He comes down to him.

Zack: (actually sympathetic towards his nemesis) Just... Why? Why do ya do this? Especially towards me and my sister?

Shadow Trey: (looking to him) ... You... You really want to know?

>Zack nods.

Shadow Trey: Look at you. You appear to be such an amateur, but the truth is... You were the better racer. You did a lot of things that were better than me. Compared to you, I was the real amateur. This was something even my father knew. He just wanted to see me happy. So, he decided to do whatever it took to make me happy. To make sure that I get what I want. From that very day at kindergarten, I convinced myself that my father and his money were the only way to get it. I love my father. He is a great man. If anyone could help me get my way, it’s him.

Noir: But that’s not how it works. There are somethings that you have to earn for yourself.

Shadow Trey: And make myself look like a fool? Like him? (points to Zack) Never. In this world, you take what you want the first chance you get. That’s why I’ve been so hard on Zack and Ivy. Because I didn’t want anyone to think that any way, despite our backgrounds... we would be the same. But we’re not. We... are rivals.

Zack: (shocked) ...

Speed: So you’re saying all this time, you and Zack could have been friends?

Shadow Trey: Maybe that’s another reason why I’ve always looked down on you. So that whenever you lose to me, you would realize that the only way to beat me was to befriend me. Though I wouldn’t be caught dead associating with someone from lower class, I could have changed all that.

Zack: But... We coulda been friends without all that.

Shadow Trey: !

Zack: Well, I don’t know. I’m still processin’ this. But bein’ so high and mighty around me and Ivy wouldn’t have made us friends. Just bein’ a good sport and welcomin’ anyone who shares the dream.

Shadow Trey: ...

Zack: I know you just wanted to be the best so that everyone would like you, but it never really hurts to show everyone who the real Trey Sterling is. You don’t need to hide behind your daddy’s wealth and power. You’ve got somethin’ that he could never get with his money.

Shadow Trey: ... What is that?

Zack: ... Beats me. It ain’t my life that needs fixin’. (offers his hand) So get up. Try to find just what you really can do.

Shadow Trey: ...

Joker: Listen to him. He may not look like a goofball, but he’s a wise goofball.

Carmen: He’s cares about others besides himself. I guess that includes you.

Shadow Trey: ...

Joker: It’s like we were saying...

You can’t buy talent or friendship. You ear it.

>Shadow Trey just sat silent for a bit. He thought of what we said... Then, he takes Zack’s hand and is pulled up.

Shadow Trey: I’m sorry. I now know that what I did was wrong. I shouldn’t have treated you so terribly. And I also shouldn’t have played Bobby or Annalise. I don’t deserve either of them.

X: (whispering) That’s for sure.

Shadow Trey: For a while, I’ve always wanted to be as famous as my former idol, August Gaunt, as well loved by everyone as my old pen pal from Arizona, and a popular as... You, Akechi.

What!?

Shadow Trey: Yes, I know who you are. I suppose the me in the real world knows, too, but hasn’t fully figured it out yet. And even if he has, I doubt he’s going to say anything. Even he wouldn’t believe it. After all... It came to him in a dream. As did Augusts and his pen pal.

Crow: Then you know that my popularity as what you think.

Shadow Trey: I think so. I guess popularity, fame, and being well loved are very different things.

Carmen: You just have to find a way to connect them in a good way. Start with doing something that will get you well loved. For starters, apologizing to those two hearts you played... And maybe donate to a good charity.

Skull: Like the B.O.M.G.T.M. Foundation.

Crow: Or the Worldwide Engineering Brigade.

Shadow Trey: Yeah, I think those would be good starts.

>With that, Shadow Trey returns to his true self and we take our own leave as the Palace vanishes.

>To be concluded...

#phantom thieves of hearts #heist

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falling asleep

Ben and Peter gifs are by @mrbenhardys :)

Roger gif is not mine, i can’t remember who made it, so credit to them :) if you know, please let me know so i can credit them!!

•••

Ben

- Ben has been gone all day, since six in the morning to be exact, doing press interviews, promotions, and meetings for 6 Underground. You were still asleep when he left, and he promised to make it up to you when he got home.

12 hours later, he was exhausted and he just wanted to have a quick shower and fall right asleep, not even feeling like eating anything.

you were stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner, when you heard Ben walk through the door. you heard him throw his things to the ground and huff out, a plop sounding through the house.

“Ben? dinner is almost ready,” you yell out to him. surprisingly, he trudges into the kitchen and walks right up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“missed you,” he mumbles against your neck.

once you finish cooking, you set two plates filled with Ben’s favorite pasta dish on the kitchen table. as you begin to eat, you notice Ben struggling to keep his eyes open.

“babe? are you alright?” you ask him quietly. he shakes his head and takes a bite.

“tired. just wanna lay down for a little.”

“finish eating, and then we can lay down on the couch, yeah?” he sighs happily and tries to eat as fast as he can. you chuckle as he practically scarfs down the food, then sets his bowl in the sink.

you finish not too long after, and decide to clean the dishes later. you head into the living room and see Ben sprawled out on the couch. you sit next to his head and begin to play with his blonde locks. he suddenly moves into your lap, his arms wrapping around you and his head nuzzling against your legs.

“do you wanna go upstairs, Benny?” he shakes his head against you and lets out a content sigh.

“no. i’m so comfortable. just keep playing with my hair,” he pleads. you do so, and almost instantly, he’s passed out, soft breaths escaping his slightly parted lips, eyelashes resting on his soft, pink cheeks.

Warren

- “baby, can you clean my wings?” Warren asks you as he walks into your room. you grin softly and nod, waving him over to your bed. he laid down on his stomach like he usually does as you stand up to retrieve the supplies you use.

you sit cross cross on his left side and begin cleaning the end of his wing, moving inward as you continue. after you finish with the left, you begin on the right. since you were so focused on cleaning the pristine white feathers, you hadn’t noticed Warren dozed off halfway through.

“alright, bub. you’re all done,” you say to him as you dump the small bucket of soapy and now dirty water out.

“are you heading back to your room or are you gonna stay with me for a while?” you ask him. your eyebrows furrow when you don’t get a response, so you look over, but see he hasn’t moved an inch since you got up.

“War?” you call out. still nothing. you walk over to him and run your fingers up and down his back, between his wings; the most sensitive area on his body. he jolts awake and looks around, confused.

“you wanna sleep here tonight?” you ask him quietly. he nods and lays his head back down on your pillow. you crawl into your bed beside him and continue to rub his back as he falls into another deep sleep.

Walter

- you and Walter were sat in your drawing room, having a small contest on who could paint an object better and faster. it was pretty late, but you two were so caught up in your little competition. you were about three objects in, you had won one round while Walter won two.

as you moved onto the fourth object, which was the piano that sat in the corner of the room, you were starting to feel a little tired. you had yawned about five times, and you were starting to lose concentration.

“i am so going to win this,” Walter boasts happily, almost finishing up with the keys. You, however, didn’t even get to the body of the piano. you laid down on the small couch you were sitting on, and immediately fell asleep as soon as your head hit the uncomfortable decorative pillow.

“and i am done!” Walter announces. when he doesn’t hear your groan of disapproval, he looks over and sees your exhausted form across the couch. his eyes soften as he makes his way over to you, kneeling down beside your head. one of his hands comes up to push some hair out from your face. his thumb lingers on your forehead before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your skin. you hum at the contact and open your eyes, seeing his face extremely close to yours.

“tired, lovey?” he questions. you chuckle quietly and nod, sitting up with some help from Walter.

“let’s get you back to your room,” he says.

“can i sleep with you tonight?” you ask him. he smiles and nods a little.

“of course, darling.”

Roger

(this gif is honestly perfect for this blurb omg)

- “love, you wanna lay down on the couch? it looks like we’re going to be here for a while longer? or i can take you back home really quick?” Roger tells you, stroking your cheek. you shake your head and close your eyes.

“i’ll lay down on the couch,” you tell him. he nods and sits on one end of the tiny furniture. you laid your head on his thighs and stretched your legs out on the rest of the couch.

Roger continued to talk with the guys, unbeknownst of your state; you had passed out about ten minutes after you laid down. it was close to two in the morning, and the guys were far from being done.

“Rog, come on! we have to record this bit really quick,” Freddie tells your boyfriend. he goes to stand, but feels your weight still on him. he glances down and finally realizes you are passed out. he smiles softly and shakes his head, bringing one hand up to tangle in your hair.

“(Y/N)’s asleep, mate. gonna stay here and work on some songs more. i’ll record what you need me to later,” he says quietly. the guys all huff out in annoyance, but he doesn’t care. you look like an angel, and he doesn’t want to disturb you one bit.

Peter

- Peter has invited you over to spend the night, but the only problem was he was called into work last minute, while you were with him.

“baby, i’m so sorry. you can go home and wait until i get off, so you aren’t here alone?” he offers you. you smile and shake your head, cuddling further into his comforter.

“i’ll be fine here. you have a pretty nice movie collection, so i may watch some of those to pass the time,” you say to him. he chuckles at your love for movies and presses a kiss to your forward.

“i’ll be back as soon as possible.” and with that, he’s out the door.

—

“love? i’m home!” Peter calls out. the house is unusually silent, and although the rest of his family was not home, he figured you would come running down the stairs to greet him.

he quickly makes his way up to his room and finds you huddled under his comforter, the title screen of Sleepless in Seattle playing on his TV. as he stepped closer, he sees that you are asleep.

he changes out of his work clothes and into something comfortable before slowly sliding under the covers with you. this causes you to stir awake and move closer to the warm body next to you.

“go back to sleep, baby. i’m here now.”

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winterknight1087 · 4 years

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Flower from the Fae (ch 16)

Chapter Title: Remy, Say Hello to Oblivious's Dates

Summary: Virgil likes plants, but when he goes to investigate a plant his friend, Remy, tells him about, he doesn’t exactly check out the plant. Little does he know that the handsome man he meets there is a fairy who is about to challenge the world Virgil knows.

Word Count: 1677

Chapter Warnings: cursing, Remus (mention), Deceit (mention)

Chapter Pairings: (growing) Romantic LAMP, platonic Sleep/Virgil

AO3 Link My Writing

A/N: this is chapter 16, so read the first chapter here!

“Come here,” Virgil said to Galaxy.

She moved over and was moved to the other worktable. She happily started trying to eat a leaf while Virgil looked over a plant he was worried about. It was Halloween, he could be out looking at decorations or helping Remy and Emile prepare their house for the party. But instead, he was here carefully looking over a dead plant. It was the fourth plant to spontaneously die in the past week. Well, at least it distracted him from the things worrying his ever-anxious mind. But what if it’s true…

“Whoa! It’s so pretty in here!”

Virgil spun, accidentally knocking the plant onto the ground as he turned to see who broke in. Standing there were Logan, Patton, and Roman, all dressed as fairies. Roman was the same as the first night Virgil had met him: prince costume with red wings. Logan had dark blue wings while wearing a navy waistcoat, pretty much like some 18th-century royal advisor would wear. Patton had on a long silvery-blue dress, matching the same time period as Logan’s but he had a soft sky-blue pair of wings.

“What the hell!” Virgil gasped.

“You called out ‘come in’ after we knocked?” Roman answered, confused.

Virgil leaned against his worktable, trying to regulate his breathing. “Only thing I’ve said in the past hour was come here to Gala. I didn’t even hear a knock.”

“Oh, sorry Vee!” Patton said.

“Bitch, you better not be ruining your costume, playing with dirt!”

Taking a deep breath, Virgil rolled his eyes as Remy burst into the greenhouse. Not even aware of doing so, Logan put himself in front of Roman and Patton, feeling the sandman’s energy slam into him. Looks like they were right about Virgil having a sandman for a friend.

“Gurl, that is not what the costume we got you. It was a perfect pick, gurl!”

Virgil snorted, “Pick? I had a choice? I remember distinctly saying that the only way I was wearing the dress you picked as a costume would be if you bought it. I said I wanted to be a vampire, but noooo, you insisted I be a witch.”

“And I bought it for you, along with other cute accessories. You were a vampire last year. Be glad I stopped Emile from doing another group costume. Now, go put the outfit on!”

Virgil rolled his eyes as he moved over to a pot being heated by three heaters. He carefully picked it up and poured the hot water into his thermos and setting a tea bag inside. He had set it up, thinking he’d be able to finish it before people showed up at his place, but he decided to just sip it on the way to the diner instead. The four beings watched in shock as he moved about.

“Bitch, are you actually using the cauldron I got you? I mean, it is usable, but I wouldn’t have thought you’d use it?”

“I don’t have anything else to heat water with right now.”

“Why?”

“Remus.”

Remy made a face. “Alright, say no more.”

“Uh, what?” Patton asked.

“Just use your imagination. The worst thing you can think of is usually tamer for this rat. Now, Anx, are you going to introduce your company?”

“Oh, right, sorry. Remy, this is Patton, Roman, and Logan. Pat, Lo, Ro, this is Remy.”

“Bitch, tonight I’m Crowley! Even you know Good Omens, gurl.”

Virgil looked over Remy, noting only small differences from their normal outfits. “Really? I thought you were my Fairy God-Bitch”

“Bitch, that’s my job the other 355 days of the year. Tonight, I’m Crowley.”

“Sure, good luck with that. I’ll go throw my costume on. Don’t kill each other. Galaxy is still too young to watch murder.”

The four of them glanced at the tiny kitten trying to clean her paw. While they were distracted, Virgil slipped through the door leading into the house and went to his bedroom to change. He scowled at the dress. It wasn’t a bad costume, but he really wasn’t comfortable dressing like a witch right now. Don’t think of it right now, Anx. Still, he pulled it on and went to finish his make-up. He couldn’t think of a good enough reason, even for himself, not to wear the costume. It was just an uneasy feeling about it. But…

There was an awkward tension in the greenhouse. Remy ignored the three fairies as they wiped the cauldron dry and started filling it with a small hand warmer under some bedding and herbs. With that, they summoned some sand to rub around the cauldron before harshly knocking on it, only to hear nothing. That should keep the cauldron fairly quiet for the kitten during the party.

Once they were sure it would be comfortable, they pulled out a set of kitten-sized wings and a purple bow from their pocket. They carefully placed them on the kitten, cooing at how well behaved she was and how cute she looked. They kissed the precious kitten before placing her into the comfy cauldron. Gala stared up at them, just two blue eyes staring out from the void. Remy huffed, amused. Black cats were the cutest.

Logan cleared his throat. “So…”

Remy glanced at them, pleased to see they were at least a little nervous. “I have no interest in fighting but if you lot hurt Virgil, I will not rest until you have suffered. He is basically my little brother by now and I take my job as older sibling seriously, even if it is self-appointed roles. Clear?”

“We have no intention of hurting him either,” Roman answered calmly.

“If I may ask, were you the one to send him the box of information?” Logan asked, cautiously. “And if so, why?”

“I was in on the idea,” Remy answered, watching them carefully. “And his powers are starting to develop. I can tell you three have your own plan on trying to get through his oblivious mind. What is it.”

Patton shifted uncomfortably. “We were going to tell him the truth. We want to ask if he wants to join us as our witch.”

“You lot have his name, so why haven’t you forced him into it?”

“Only Patton received his name. First name. For something like that, we would need his full name to force him into it.” Logan answered.

Remy relaxed against the table. “I wish you lot luck with that. I’ve known that boy since he was thirteen. Even my fabulous fifteen-year-old self couldn’t get that out of him. Which, I assume means you lot need his voluntary acceptance to go around the name complication. He isn’t going to take the information kindly, I can tell you right now. We’ve been taking it slow since he got this kitten and we still haven’t even addressed that magic is real.”

“So, is he really just that oblivious then?” Patton asked, softly.

“Only towards magic-related stuff.”

Roman stared at Remy suspiciously. “Why are you being so open with this information, Sandman?”

“I really wish there was some accepted gender-neutral of sandman. Like Sandbeing. There are women who do this job. There are non-binary beings who do this job.” Remy commented before looking at the prince in the eyes. “I’m giving you this information so all of us are on the same page. We all care about Virgil and so if I can share something that keeps you three from accidentally hurting him, I will spill. I expect the same in kind from you lot. Our people can hate each other as much as they want, even if Sandmen are the most neutral in that fight. I don’t care about them. I care about my dumbass best friend who has too big a heart and too much untapped magic now revealing itself to the world for his own good.”

“Mew!”

“Thanks for having a gurl’s back, Galaxy.” Remy looked at the fairy in navy. “I assume you’re Logan. Meaning you’re the one who discussed fairies with him. Anything you want to spill?”

“Uh… No? Maybe ask you how you’ve not strangled him for his obliviousness, but otherwise no.” Logan answered, awkwardly.

“Gurl, you just earned a good place in my book.” Remy laughed.

“I am not a girl. Why do you keep using that? Please do not refer to me as a girl.”

“Boi, I call everyone, but those who prefer not to be called gurl, gurl” Remy immediately switched. “Still, Dee and I have been asking that same question for years.”

“Great, lots of help, thanks.” Logan deadpanned.

“Now, on to a different topic.” Remy turned to the prince. “Gurl, why in the name of every Gucci fashionista goddess out there are you in such drab clothing?”

“Excuse me, but my outfit is amazing, unlike your rags.”

“Bitch, I’m at least dressed as a TV show character. Did your personal clothing-designer take a day off on Halloween? At least those two look like traditional fairies.”

“Well, I’m not sure if I expected anything different.”

The four of them turned to look at Virgil. He had a black cocktail dress on with a rich violet corset tied with silver ribbon right in the middle of it. Trailing from all but the exact front of the corset was the same shade of violet, flowing material that would look a bit like a cloak as Virgil walked. The sleeves were a see-through black material that had silver protection runes stitched into them. His black pointed hat had a purple band around it with a silver flower rather than a buckle. Remy was pleased that he had included the long necklace with a crescent moon. He didn’t have the black platform heels Remy tried forcing on him, but rather slip on black flats.

“Wow,” three love-struck voice whispered.

“See, gurl. I told you they’d love it. I know what looks good on my babes.” Remy said proudly. “Now, let’s head to dinner. Dee and Emile should have finally convinced Remus to put pants on by now.”

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