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sin-of-jess · 3 years

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Mt. Lady

Type: Smut

I’ve been wanting to do some lesbian action for a while, and honestly she seems like the perfect starter!

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"But Y/N!! This is my last outfit and I'm on patrol tonight!" Mt. Lady complains to me, wearing her signature pro-hero costume that was horribly singed and cut up nearly beyond repair; one of the legs wasn't even attached to the suit and she had someone's mid-length skirt on over her costume for some reason. I can't help when my eyes go to her chest before her face, but I still frown at her, "I'm sorry Mt. Lady, but I'm incredibly busy. Can't you ask one of the others on the floor?" She pouts as she cocks one of her hips to the side, "You do better work than the others by far, no one knows this style of fabric like you do!" I roll my eyes, my gaze reaching her chest again before meeting her face again. She gets a grin on her face and leans across my table, jutting her chest out and making me realize there was a tear in the fabric underneath her left breast. "Can't you pause the others and do mine really fast?" She asks in a flirty tone.

I'm ashamed of how long it took me to tear my eyes away from the exposed skin of her underboob to meet her face, though I had a hard time meeting her direct gaze, "I can't just stop the commitments to these hero's to fix yours, it's not even a quick fix!" She pushes her chest out even more, and I realize she's doing her usual ploy of feminine innuendo to get her way. I didn't think she'd use those tactics on a woman like me, but I wasn't going to complain about the sexy sight in front of me. "What if I make it worth your while to do it?" I raise my eyebrow and finally lock eyes with her, "What could you possibly propose to get me to do that?" It felt like a stupid question, but I was genuinely curious as to what she had up her damaged sleeve. She sways her hips dramatically as she walks over to the door of my office, making a flourish to lock the door before coming back to where she was, "I could stay here naked while I wait." She said it so nonchalantly that it stole the air from my lungs. I cough and drop what was in my hands, looking up at her in surprise, "You'd what?!" She starts fingering at the spot on her chest that's torn, pulling the material up to show more of her voluptuous tits. "I saw you trying to sneak a peek, what harm would it look to let you get your fill and I get my suit done?" I'm speechless, my eyes first moving to all the damage of her costume while lingering on her curves. "Would you like to see why I had to wear this awful skirt?" She asks me, unzipping it from the side and pushing it off her hips. I don't see it hit the floor, my widened eyes glued to the obscenely placed cut in her suit that let her pussy hang free. "I uh..." I stammer, licking my lips as I start unabashed at her hairless mound. "Is that a yes?" She asks me in a tone that meant she already knew the answer. I nod my head. "Well, then I guess you'll need this then!" She pulls the suit down in one fluid motion, years of wearing the style costume making her use to taking it off. Her entire body is free for me to see, and it takes me a few tries to take the suit out of her hands with my focus on memorizing every part of her glorious body. It takes me a moment to pull my eyes away to start working on her suit, taking off the fabric that's unfixable and cutting it off. While I rummage through my storage to find the material that matches her costume she busies herself grabbing a chair from the corner of the room and sitting it across from my desk. I'm able to take a few minutes to start measuring the fabric and getting it prepped to put on the suit, but I can't focus on much once the hero across from me gets fidgety. At first, she's just rubbing her hands along her chest, almost intentionally avoiding her nipples that were probably hard from the brisk temperature of my office. I roll my chair over to the specially made sewing matching beside my desk to start shaping the fabric I cut, and facing away from the woman gives me a moment to catch my breath. It's like my cheeks are on fire, and it's hard to focus on the work at hand. "Are you interested in woman, Miss. Y/N?" She asks, swirling her fingers around her nipples as close as she can without directly touching them. I stumble over my words as I roll back to my desk and am greeted with Mt. Lady's legs now splayed out in front of me. "I uh.. I am actually." I don't know how deeply she wants me to delve into my sexuality, but the situation at hand leads me to believe she only cares if I'm sexually attracted to her. "You know what's the best part of women? They know how to touch me properly." She tells me as one of her hands traces symbols around her stomach and down towards her crotch. "Men can be enthusiastic and experienced ones have the hang of it, but a woman knows where she likes to be touched and can learn fast on how to do it on another," She continues her one-sided conversation as she starts sliding her finger up and down her moistening petals. "I, I wouldn't know..." I awkwardly reply, my hands struggling to work due to my shaking. Her eyes flicker up to mine, "What do you mean?" I shift in my seat uncomfortably, "Well, I've never had the chance to... to try..." Her eyes turn mischievous as she slowly rises from her chair, "So you've never pleased a woman, or," Her eyes travel down and back up to me, "or pleased by one?" I meekly shake my head no and lean forward to focus on the project at hand. My focus is brought back up to her though when her form comes into view as she climbs onto the heavy wooden desk. "Do you want to right now?" She shifts her body so that her pussy is at the edge of my desk, feet perched on either side of her as she spread her knees out. I lick my lips again, dropping everything in my hands and beginning to reach out. I hesitate only for a moment, looking up at her and being greeted by her chest being more visible than her face. It was the first time I realized how tall my desk was. Mt. Lady grabs the back of my head and guides me closer to her wet center, "Come on baby girl, make me feel good," 'Always thinking of herself,' I think to myself before leaning in to dive into her core. It's sweet and there's a lot of it, giving me plenty of time to enjoy her flavor. I start by swirling my tongue around her folds, collecting her juices, and swallowing them greedily. She lets out breathy moans as she lets me use her to experiment. As her whines get more frequent I decide to focus my attention on trying to make her cum. I latch my lips around her clit and swirl it around, using my fingers to mimic what I do to my own pussy when alone. I had to admit I had thought about this before. She was the hottest hero at the moment and she was loud and proud about how sexy she was. Seeing her on TV made my insides clench up, and I couldn't believe that I now had her writhing in pleasure on my work desk. "Suck tighter put a finger in me too..." She moans out, her hips instantly pushing into me the second I slide my finger in. It takes a moment to get down pat, but once I can properly coordinate sucking her clit and fingering her I add a second finger. In hindsight, she was being far too loud, but I was drunk on the intoxicating flavor of her and let her do what she wanted as long as I could be buried in her pussy. She suddenly grips my hair, pulling me deeper into her, "I'm gonna cum, make me cum, Y/N!" She says as she pushes into me so hard it barely gives me room to breathe. I piston my fingers into her as I suck on her clit and swirl my tongue at the same time, my reward being drowned in her juices. When I finally release her clit I'm breathing heavy, my face from nose to chin soaked in her fluids. Her cheeks and chest are flush as she looks down at me dazed, "You should do that again,"

#mt. lady #yu takeyama #mt. lady x reader #mha x reader #x female reader #x lesbian reader #female x female

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 3 years

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Midnight moments with Seventeen

Seventeen masterlist Group Masterlist

A/N: Under a read more not because it’s suggestive but because 13 members and a very long post

S.Coups/Seuncheol:

Any down time of his was usually spent sleeping and you really couldn’t blame him. Ever since you had started dating Seungcheol, you’re downtime was definitely spent taking naps more than anything else and well, you loved it.

This night was a little different, but the general idea was the same. You could feel Seungcheol’s fingers dancing over your sides as you talked, drawing shapes on your skin through your shirt. “You know what’s most surprising about tonight?” He asked hands coming up to cup your face with a smile. “Hmm?” You asked lazily, placing your hands on his bare chest. “That it’s midnight on a day off and I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” You laughed at his words, before he rolled you both over so he laid on top of you.

“If you’re not carefull, you’ll become as lazy as me on your days off.”

Jeonghan:

“Just know, before you I had never done this before.” You said and he laughed, getting ready to kick the ball. “I could tell by how you kick.” Jeonghan joked and you shook your head. This was something you don’t do often, soccer at night and it had become something you and Jeonghan would look forward too when the opportunity presented itself.

With just the two of you, it was fun. Running around the empty park lit up only by the glow of street lighting and the moon, laughing and playing like kids. Especially when you missed a very open goal, it was highly amusing. “Wahh, you really suck at this. You would think the more we do this, you’d get better.” He said wrapping his arms around you and tackling you to the grass gently. You shoved him slightly with a laugh, not wanting to give in to your loss.

“It’s okay, I still love you even if you suck at soccer.”

Joshua/Jisoo:

It was the simple text around midnight that asked: Do you want to go for a drive? Which meant, Joshua couldn’t sleep, not that you were complaining. Late night drives were a blessing with Joshua, filled with hot cocoa, cookies, some good music and some 1 on 1 time with him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked as you sat down next to him. “Maybe, or maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.” He turned his head with a cheesy smile and you laughed. “So you couldn’t sleep.” “Yeah I couldn’t sleep. BUT, I did bring you hot cocoa with whipped cream.” He said, handing you the cup and kissing your cheek. You smiled at him, sipping the drink gently because it was hot.

“Where should we go? Drive by the beach, or go through the city?”

Jun/Junhui:

You couldn’t help but doze off slightly to the sound of his voice, your brain wasn’t even registering what he was saying at this point either. Jun’s voice was just so comforting and it was late, his little trick to help you learn Chinese faster wasn’t going to work at least not at midnight. He had come up with the concept of reading books to you in Chinese, to help you learn.

“Yah, are you sleeping?” He asked, the book shutting loudly to make your eyes shoot open. “I’m sorry, I was dozing off.” You admitted with a little laugh. Jun put the book down and moved to lean over you. “If I had more time in a day I would read with you in the afternoon and not at midnight.” He was apologetic towards you for that, but he didn’t need to be. You absolutely understood. You pushed his hair out of his face and smiled. “Let’s just stop reading tonight, go to bed.” You whispered and tried to convince him, only for him to smile.

“Let’s finish this chapter.”

Hoshi/Soonyoung:

“So just twist this way-” “Like this?” You asked attempting to mimic his movements only to hear him laugh heartily. “I mean, you’re not wrong but you’re not right.” He explained and you stood up straight, crossing your arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Soonyoung wrapped his arms around you quickly, tucking his face into your neck.

You had come to keep him company in the practice room, because he was alone and it was late and now he was teasing you. Your back pressed against his and you looked in the mirror. “It’s okay, I won’t make you dance again.” He said softly and you laughed. “You’re trying to be sweet but it still feels like you’re laughing at me.” You said and Soonyoung burst out into laughter.

“That’s enough practicing for today, how about we just go home and watch a movie or something.”

Wonwoo:

You could feel his eyes on you as you flipped through the pages of your book, he wasn’t paying attention to his own at all anymore. You often late night read together, it was something you both enjoyed. Being able to sit in silence together, immersed in different stories but still together. But now, he was just watching you as you read.

“Book boring?” You asked, placing your bookmark between the pages. “Everything is boring compared to you.” Wonwoo smiled cheekily and you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. “You’re delirious, go to bed.” You said, watching him get up from his chair to drop down to his knees in front of you and take your book from your lap. He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes, seemingly going to say something very serious.

“How about we go get some ice cream or something?”

Woozi/Jihoon:

It was refreshing to be with Jihoon in the studio but to not have him working. You had managed to convince him to take a break, which ended up in him laying on top of you on the couch as you played with his hair. You were simply listening to him ramble on about the newest Going Seventeen episode and what they had to do.

“They set up this whole course, it was absolutely insane. I really wonder how the producers come up with this stuff.” He explained and you had to laugh. “I’m amazed at their creativity. Wish I had some of that while working.” He continued and you kept petting his hair. “Nah, you’re plenty creative and good at you’re job.” You smiled and he shook his head.

“You’re supposed to say that, you’re dating me.”

Dokyeom/Seokmin:

Curse restaurants that were open late, especially really good pizza joints. Late night snack you both called it and well, you absolutely loved these moments with him. “Midnight pizza should be illegal.” Seokmin said and you nodded, taking a bite of your own pizza. “To some of your managers, it probably is.” You joked and he sighed.

“You spoiled the fun with one sentence.” He laughed and you joined in. “Sorry.” You laughed out and he rested his head onto your shoulder. “We should probably head home soon.” He added, finishing his pizza and throwing a napkin on to his plate. He turned in his chair to look at you with a bright smile before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Thank you for coming out with me when I’m craving pizza at midnight.”

Mingyu:

“I can’t believe you crave cookies at midnight, beg me to make them with you and then also spill the dough.” You whisper yelled, trying to keep quiet for the other members in the dorm were sleeping. Mingyu was a laughing mess on the floor, covered in flour and dough. “I’m sorry.” He choked out and pulled you down to the floor with him.

“What’s going on in here?” Seungcheol asked, hearing the ruckus that came with the mess. It must’ve been a sight to his eyes. “Mingyu wanted freshly baked cookies.” You said, attempting to pat out some of the flour in his hair. Mingyu simply smiled at you as you did. Seungcheol simply raised his eyebrows and walked away, not wanting to deal with it. Mingyu pushed up off the ground, helping you up with him.

“I’ll clean this up. Maybe we should attempt this tomorrow again.”

The8/Minghao:

You were perched on the foot of his bed, scrolling through your phone as he went back and forth through his closet. Glancing up every now and then to look at him. “Okay, do these work together?” He asked, showing off the outfit he had put together. Minghao often did this late at night, when he was worried about what to wear out the next day.

“It doesn’t not work.” You said and he scoffed. “Right, different shirt.” He said, pulling it off swiftly and going back to his closet. You shook your head with a laugh, returning to aimlessly scrolling on your phone. Only for him to huff and join you on the bed and placing his head on your shoulder with a sigh. “It’s hard to be fashionable isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded.

“So exhausting.”

Seungkwan:

One hand held his while the other held your fish cakes as you walked through the park. Seungkwan had finished work early (but still midnight) and wanted to take a walk with you, so there you were, at midnight, under the promise of being treated to fish cakes.

“So how was practice?” You asked and you could physically feel him sigh. “I’m so tired today, I don’t know why?” He said, gesturing for you to give a bite of your food. “Maybe because it’s midnight and you’ve been dancing all day.” You suggested and he shrugged. “Right.That could be it.” He took the fish cake skewer from your hand, eating the rest. You looked at him with disapproval, snatching the skewer back.

“You owe me another one.”

Vernon/Hansol:

“Okay but how would you style that?” You asked, pointing to the absolutely ridiculous hat on whatever clothing website he was looking on. “I would just style it. Put it on my head and wear it.” Vernon teased, adjusting his laptop on his stomach as you both aimlessly scrolled.

“Those shoes are cool.” You pointed and he nodded. “Want me to order them for you?” He asked and you started laughing. “I thought we were just window shopping?” You asked, dropping your head onto his shoulder and pulling the blankets up over your own. You watched him add them to his cart with a smile, before adding that hat.

“When am I ever just window shopping?”

Dino/Chan:

“We have to come up with a penalty.” You said, before starting your tekken match. “A penalty, you sure about that?” Chan asked, raising his eyebrows at you in question. “I’m very sure... how about loser pays for our late night snack tonight.” You suggested and he shook his head.

“No, no it’s too late for that anyways. Think bigger.” He started, pausing to think. “Loser buys the other coffee for the next 2 months.” He suggested and you hummed. “You’re on. Lee Chan your coffee money is mine.” You said and redirected your attention to the tv. It only took a few moments for your character to knock his out and he was laying flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Why do I always have to one up the bets, it always bites me in the butt. Even with you. But okay, starting tomorrow I’ll get you a coffee everyday.”

A/N: This took me forever. I need to get back in the swing of things in writing for Seventeen.

#seventeen #seventeen reaction #seventeen scenario #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #dokyeom #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino

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obaby-me · 4 years

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An MC that has really bad anxiety but likes hanging out in Levi’s room cause all the ocean stuff calms them and they usually have a sparkly narwhal named Sparkle.(don’t judge me I’m terrible at names) How do the brothers, especially Levi, react? If that’s okay... mainly asking for self indulgence.

Completely okay request, anon. Self-indulgence is the entire point of fandom.

Dunno how you find oceans calming though, anon. I was raised on an island, and studied sea life as one of my ‘phases’ in high school. That shit’s frightening.

Lucifer

Your mental health is a concern for Lucifer. The Devildom can be overwhelming for humans already, but that you have an additional struggle to face means he has to be extra cautious. You may not know it, but he begins strict scheduling and routines to make sure that there’s nothing surprising out there to discomfort you. He makes sure that his brothers can’t overwhelm you with requests to take you out by giving them the equivalent to a signup sheet to determine when and where they take you out.

No, not all of them can take you out on the same day. No, they cannot take you anywhere with large crowds unless you specifically request it. And schooling and tutoring? They better pitch in to help you study.

If you require any medication, he’ll have it ordered and brought down from the human world immediately. It will always be filled and delivered in a timely manner to you.

Surprisingly, all the brothers are on board with this arrangement. It’s a good mix of their own worries for your comfort as well as their absolute fear of Lucifer whose made it quite clear that he will NOT tolerate anything that might induce an anxiety attack, or heavens help them, a panic attack.

Mammon

He’s your first man, and you’re responsibility. The fact that you find comfort in Levi and his room is a bit of a blow to his ego, but that hardly stops him from spending all the time he can with you.

He’s boisterous however, and he has to be constantly reminded to shut up or at least lower his voice. He’ll absolutely do it if you ask, but he tends to give Levi lip before finally following orders.

He’ll bring you gifts, little things you might like. Narwhal themed items such as bracelets, and keychains, and pencils. Anything he nick into a pocket, or buy for real cheap. “Look, I found Sparkle a new friend!”

Don’t ask him how he acquired them. He’s a terrible liar.

Leviathan

Anxiety, insecurity, self-doubt—these are all things Levi knows better than anyone else. He can recognize discomfort immediately. While he has his own priorities list of games and shows to watch, that sometimes train tracks his attention away from you, he is otherwise pretty perceptive to your feelings.

The fact that you find Levi and his room to be your haven means more to Levi than you can possibly know. It means you like his company. For Levi, that acceptance means so much to him. And he’ll go out of his way to assist you.

You can have anywhere you’d like to sit. He’ll rearrange the room. You want to be by the tank? Go for it. You want to be in the tub? Have it. You want to be cuddled into his side while he plays video games? Please do. Are you hungry? Here’s his snack stash. Are you bored? What do you want to play? What do you want to watch?

The only thing he doesn’t like about your stay in his room is the invasion of his brothers. His room has seen more traffic during your year’s stay than it has in half a century. And all to vie for your attentions.

Sparkle has a special shrine area dedicated to them beside the tank. Even if you never let Sparkle out of your arms, the shrine remains there for you, so that you know you are welcome into this space.

Satan

Satan wants to be your number one confidant. You may like Levi’s room for comfort, but any concerns you may have, any advise you may need, Satan’s there to give the assist. If you’re struggling in a subject, with a paper, or a test, he can be your tutor. If you are having any trouble with the brothers, he’ll handle speaking with them. (And he promises to be kind about it. For the start anyway. He makes no promises about what will happen if they don’t listen the first time.)

He will read books on anxiety, and provide you with things to help you with it. Journaling, breathing techniques, etc. He knows that anxiety isn’t something that will ever go away, but it can be managed. Hopefully enough so it doesn’t bother you so much that you feel the need to hide in Levi’s room.

He comes by the room with teas and biscuits to sit and speak with you awhile, but he likes to invite you out of the house once in awhile to see the Devildom. He’s reliable, and well organized to make any outing the least stressful experience you can imagine.

Asmodeus

He will never understand the appeal of Levi. The room, he could give a pass on, possibly. In an effort to get you back into feeling comfortable in your own room, Asmo begins a redecoration effort of your room to better mimic that of Levi’s room.

But with less paraphernalia.

He’s a little over the top, as Asmo is wont to do, but his heart’s in the right place. He’s constantly coming back with little additions, or he takes down your curtains to sew on patches and frills, etc. You have a specific style in mind? He’s happy to abide by it.

He comes to you with magazines filled with home décor and ideas. If you’re worried about the cost, don’t—get everything you want, no holds barred. Lucifer’s footing the bill.

Beelzebub

Levi’s terrible about eating properly, eating regularly and eating proper meals. As such, Beel has taken it upon himself to start feeding you properly. He may be a bottomless pit himself, but he knows the importance of three meals a day for everyone else.

He comes by frequently to Levi’s room with a tray or two, and he does his best not eat some of it on his way up the stairs. Though he can’t always help himself, much to Levi’s dismay. (Beel never eats from your tray.)

He likes to stay and eat alongside you, a stoic companion who has no real understanding of what Levi is playing or watching, but just enjoys the company of you and his brother.

Because Lucifer can’t really separate Beel from Belphie without inciting a riot from the twins, Beel will often come with a rather tired Belphie to sit on the other side of you, essentially flanking you for maximum cuddle comfort.

Belphegor

No one knows comfortable the way Belphie does. Blankets, pillows, he brings them along. If you’ll let him, he’d bring enough to build a fort. But Levi’s very much against the idea as it tends to take up all the space in his room that he needs to comfortably layback and play in.

Belphie also makes it a point to bring things in the colors that best soothe you. Deep and subdued teals. If he can get something a wave pattern on it, it’s all yours.

He spends most of his time with you sleeping, generally leaning on you or laying curled around you. If you lay back with him, he’ll absolutely make use of you as a body pillow, much to the protest of Levi who will loudly complain that in his room, this is absolutely unfair and unacceptable.

Let Levi lay on your other side and he might reconsider. Just keep in mind that Belphie doesn’t like to share and so a tug of war may begin between the two avatars.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanon #i hope these ease your heart anon #i struggle with anxiety myself #it's a tough battle #but we've got this

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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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The brushed-out waves

Title from the poem Braid by Susan Stewart

Nie Minjue is laying in bed, one boyfriend at each side, and staring at the ceiling. He never sleeps well when he’s away from home, and this night is even worse than any other. But it’s the middle of the harvest season for Jiang Cheng and his people and it would have been unreasonable for them to make him leave Lotus Pier.

So Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue had gone there, desperate to finally spend some time with the three of them together again, but also more than ready to help Jiang Cheng.

Nie Mingjue especially had thrown himself into the hard work; he isn’t a stranger to this kind of work and he had hoped that it would tire him out enough so that he could get some sleep in the night.

But neither the hard work nor his boyfriends by his side are any help. He usually slept better with both of them safe in his arms, even when he was away from home, but even that didn’t seem to help this night.

It is almost morning, and yet Nie Mingjue is still following the texture of the ceiling beams with his eyes. He could probably paint them by now, if he were so inclined, but they aren’t of any help to him.

Nie Mingjue sighs and presses a kiss first to Lan Xichen’s head before he turns to do the same to Jiang Cheng, willing himself to at least doze a little, but even that evades him this night.

He’s going to be cranky all day, he just knows it, and he will have to apologize to his boyfriends in advance. Maybe he should just stay out on a field today, and only come back for dinner.

Jiang Cheng is stressed enough, he doesn’t need Nie Mingjue snapping at him as well.

Lan Xichen moves slightly on his chest, and Nie Mingjue knows it’s a dead give-away that he’s about to wake up.

He quickly closes his eyes, hopes to fool Lan Xichen, and maybe even himself into falling asleep, if only for a few hours, but Lan Xichen shifts on him, and then lets out a sigh.

“Mingjue,” he whispers, careful not to wake Jiang Cheng who needs every minute of sleep he can get these days.

Nie Mingjue doesn’t answer, but he does open his eyes and looks down at Lan Xichen, who has his chin propped up on his chest.

“Did you not sleep at all?” Lan Xichen asks and Nie Mingjue can already see the worry lines around his eyes.

“I woke up early,” he lies straight through his teeth but Lan Xichen seems to believe him.

At least right until Jiang Cheng let’s out a snort and lightly slaps Nie Mingjue.

“Lying is forbidden,” Jiang Cheng grumbles and snuggles closer to Nie Mingjue, reaching over him to thread his fingers with Lan Xichen’s. “He didn’t sleep at all,” Jiang Cheng tells Lan Xichen, and now the worry lines deepen.

“Betrayed by my own heart,” Nie Mingjue laments, tries to lighten the mood, but Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng silence him with a glare.

“Is something plaguing you?” Lan Xichen carefully asks and brushes his fingers over Nie Mingjue’s temple as if he wants to chase any bad thoughts away.

“No, I’m happy,” Nie Mingjue gives back, and it’s the truth, too.

He doubts anything could plague him when Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng are right by his side.

“Is it the new environment? I know we’re not here often, and the constant murmur of the water can be upsetting at first,” Jiang Cheng says as if his home isn’t the most beautiful and peaceful of them all.

“I love it here,” Nie Mingjue gives back. “The water is actually excellent background noise to get lost in,” he tells Jiang Cheng and follows it up with a quick kiss to his forehead.

He had gotten lost in the small, quiet sounds of the water more than once, more meditating than sleeping, and he guesses it’s the only reason he doesn’t feel dead on his feet already.

“What is it, then?” Jiang Cheng wants to know and mimics Lan Xichen’s gesture as he brushes his fingers over Nie Mingjue’s temple.

“I don’t know,” Nie Mingjue says with a small shrug. “Sometimes I just don’t sleep well when I’m not at home,” he admits to the searching and questioning look of his boyfriends.

“Ah,” Lan Xichen says, because even though he never suffers the same fate, he can understand. “Like our heart when he’s too long away from Lotus Pier,” Lan Xichen guesses, turning his soft gaze onto Jiang Cheng.

“I worry, okay?” Jiang Cheng snaps back, and Nie Mingjue smoothes his hand over Jiang Cheng’s back, wills the tension to leave his body again.

“And no one is holding that against you,” Nie Mingjue quietly tells him.

He understands that worry, to a certain degree. Lan Xichen can feel safe in the knowledge that Lan Qiren and Lan Wangji will lead the Sect in his absence. Nie Mingjue has enough faith in Nie Huaisang to know that he won’t lead the Sect into certain doom if he’s gone for longer than a week, but Jiang Cheng has no one to fall back on.

Of course he would worry. They never would hold that against him.

“You better not,” Jiang Cheng grumbles, but then he softens again, when he looks at Nie Mingjue. “What do you need?” he asks, clearly ready to give whatever is in his power to Nie Mingjue and Nie Mingjue smiles at him.

“You two, right here,” he gives back and Lan Xichen huffs out a laugh.

“You have that, and it didn’t help. Try again, my soul,” he cajoles him and Nie Mingjue rolls his eyes.

“Fine,” he grumbles out and Lan Xichen laughs at how reminiscent it is of Jiang Cheng.

“Tell us,” Jiang Cheng coaxes him gently and Nie Mingjue finds himself thinking—and not for the first time—that he wants to spend every morning like this.

“Can I braid your hair?” he asks them, knowing that the familiar motion would at least have an effect not unlike meditation, and Lan Xichen lights up at the prospect.

“Of course,” he immediately agrees. “Wanyin would look amazing in your style,” he says as he already clambers out of bed to get a brush.

“You want to do mine first?” Jiang Cheng asks him as he pushes himself up, his hair falling over his shoulder and onto Nie Mingjue’s chest.

He loves seeing Jiang Cheng like that; his wild hair unbound and spilling all around him, and Nie Mingjue finds himself thinking that it would be a shame to braid it all up.

“Yes,” he still says, because he can do two small braids, and secure them at the top of his head, while leaving the rest of his hair unbound and free.

Jiang Cheng will complain about that—he gets too hot in the sun like that—but Nie Mingjue finds he doesn’t mind if Jiang Cheng puts it up later.

But for now he wants to see him like this.

He pushes himself up, too, scoots around until Jiang Cheng can sit in front of him between his legs while Lan Xichen plasters himself over Nie Mingjue’s back as he gives him the brush.

“I want to watch,” Lan Xichen whispers into Nie Mingjue’s ear and a shudder goes down his back.

“Okay,” he croaks out and gets started on Jiang Cheng’s hair when he makes an impatient sound.

Nie Mingjue finds himself thinking that one day, he’s going to braid the entirety of Jiang Cheng’s hair, just to make him sit still for that long and the thought makes him smile.

“You’re too impatient for this,” he chides Jiang Cheng, when he subtly starts scooting around half way into the first braid.

“I’m not good at sitting still, you know that,” Jiang Cheng gives back, but he does sit still for the rest of the time, and let’s Nie Mingjue do what he wants.

Since it’s just the two braids, Nie Mingjue is done rather quickly and once he has secured the braids on Jiang Cheng’s head, he trails a hand down his back, making Jiang Cheng visibly shudder.

“I’m all done,” Nie Mingjue whispers, as he sweeps the unbound hair out of his way and presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s nape.

“You know it won’t stay like that,” Jiang Cheng says, but he leans into the contact and doesn’t immediately put his hair up.

“Yeah,” Nie Mingjue says with a sigh. “So let me enjoy this for as long as I can,” he mutters, dragging his lips over the sensitive skin on Jiang Cheng’s throat and Jiang Cheng tilts his head to the side to give him better access.

“You can’t mess his hair up already,” Lan Xichen chides them, and Nie Mingjue briefly pulls Jiang Cheng close to his chest before he lets him go.

“You’re just impatient to get your hair done, too,” Jiang Cheng says to Lan Xichen, even as he leans down and captures Nie Mingjue’s lips in a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he says and then moves to take Lan Xichen’s place, draped over Nie Mingjue’s back to watch him work.

Lan Xichen settles down in front of Nie Mingjue, seemingly eager to have his hair done, and Nie Mingjue knows how much Lan Xichen enjoys having his hair brushed so he takes his time with it.

Lan Xichen has infinitely more patience than Jiang Cheng, so Nie Mingjue can work one of the more intricate braiding styles into his hair, but even that ends too soon for Nie Mingjue’s taste.

“Our light is so beautiful,” Jiang Cheng whispers when Nie Mingjue secures the last braid and Nie Mingjue only smiles in response, because Jiang Cheng is entirely right.

“Now let us do your hair,” Jiang Cheng suddenly says and when Lan Xichen turns around his eyes are shining.

“Can you do your style?” he asks Jiang Cheng as he leans in and brushes a feather light kiss over Nie Mingjue’s lips. “Thank you, my soul.”

“Of course I can,” Jiang Cheng says, with a small peck to Nie Mingjue’s ear, before he moves so that he can access Nie Mingjue’s hair better.

Nie Mingjue hadn’t bothered to undo the braids in the evening, so Jiang Cheng’s clever fingers get started on that.

Lan Xichen watches them for a few moments, before he sighs and leans back against Nie Mingjue, safely tucked into his arms and propped up by his chest and he seems content to just stay there.

Nie Mingjue rewards him with another kiss to his temple and then leans into Jiang Cheng’s touch. He undoes the braids, quick but careful to not tug on them, and it’s not long before he gets the brush.

Nie Mingjue can feel his eyes drop at the steady motion of the brush through his hair, and when it simply doesn’t stop, Nie Mingjue suspects Jiang Cheng is brushing his hair long past the point of necessity.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and he’s surprised when his voice comes out slurred, his tongue heavy with sleep.

“Shhh, my soul,” Jiang Cheng whispers, barely audible over the brush against his hair, and Lan Xichen tucks his face into Nie Mingjue’s neck, peppering his throat with featherlight kisses.

“Sleep,” Lan Xichen murmurs and Nie Mingjue wants to protest, wants to tell them he can’t, it’s too late in the morning now, they have things to do, but words are suddenly hard to come by.

So he allows Jiang Cheng to tilt him slightly back, just far enough that he can rest against Jiang Cheng’s chest and the last thing Nie Mingjue knows are Lan Xichen’s fingers trailing up and down his chest and Jiang Cheng’s lips moving against his hairline.

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#bt writes #the untamed #mdzs #mingxicheng #anon #established relationship #soft #fluff #hair braiding #insomnia

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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Relationship alphabet with Ezra? But only if it inspires you. 🥰

Ahh thank you for sending this in friend! I love Ezra and hope to write for him more. I Hope you enjoy and I captured his character well!

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)

Ezra loves to read with you - well, read to you since you always take pleasure in just listening to his voice as he reads you his favorite tales.

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

Ezra is kind of skittish at the beginning of your relationship. As we all know, this man has severe self-esteem issues. He is constantly baffled that you chose him as your SO and is sure that you’ll leave him when you get the chance. But as time goes on, you assure him that you love him and don’t plan on leaving.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Ezra is an extremely good communicator. He always wants to talk to you and talk about any problems that may arise. He usually tends to be the one bringing up an issues and is adamant about resolving them as peacefully as possible. The only thing that might affect his communication skills is his very eloquent and roundabout way of speaking - sometimes you get a little confused and have to have him clarify something

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

If you thought Ezra was a talker sober - you are in for a surprise. This man seems to talk even more when he’s drunk.

He also becomes very handsy when he has s few drinks in him. not that your complaining of course.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

Ezra is very levelheaded. Automatically trying to find the quickest and most efficient way to help. If you are hurt, he is a bit less composed, his worry over losing you clouding his judgment. However, if he’s hurt, he is as levelheaded as ever, walking you through what to do if you don’t know and helping you help him.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

Ezra is a handsy motherfucker. He just loves to have his hands on you whenever possible whether its holding your hand in his, resting his hand on the back of your neck, wrapping a hand around your waist, or even going a little lower...

yeah, he just loves to touch you.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

with both of you being harvesters and wandering ones at that, you never had much money. Sp the gifts you give each other aren’t usually bought.

Ezra loves to give you flowers he finds when he is out and about, or if he finds a particularly beautiful gem he will give that to you instead.

Meanwhile, you always give Ezra any books you come across. you know he loves to read and hate that he has to read the same ones over and over. So whenever you find a discarded book or can trade for one, you jump on it.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

Ezra loves to hold your hand - not sure why he just does. But more than that, he loves slipping into your cot as you are going to bed and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. He just loves to be close to you, feeling your breathing and heartbeat, and taking in the smell that is just completely you.

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

since the loss of his arm, his inability to perform tasks as efficiently irritates him to no end. he usually shows this irritation by muttering curses under his breath or just going silent altogether.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

Ezra - even though he’s been a drifter his whole life - would use the money to settle down somewhere with you. finding a nice planet with a quaint house that the both of you could spend the rest of your lives together in.

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

as cheesy as this sounds - you. you are the only thing that could truly break him if anything were to happen to you. He loves you too much and too deeply.

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

one of the things that makes him laugh is when you try to mimic his way of speaking - it’s just so endearing to him that he can’t help but laugh.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

I think Ezra is a bit of a morning person, not by choice but by trade. the life of a drifter means early mornings, rising with the sun to get the day started early.

before you came into his life, he woke up and pretty much instantly got out of bed - getting dressed, eating a ration bar, and then heading out to the dig site.

However, now that you are here, he takes his time waking up. He pulls you into his chest, nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses there until you too wake up. Then you both get ready together.

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

Ezra still has days where his depression over losing his arm haunts him. Those days he doesn’t want to do much else than lay in bed and hold you close to him as you whisper calming and loving words into his ears.

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

His happy place is wherever you are. And if he didn’t have anything holding him back, I would like to think that he would take you back to his home planet - wherever that may be.

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

Ezra is pretty used to pain, he has gotten injured one too many times being a drifter not to be used to it. However, when you’re in pain, he will do anything to make you feel better - he may be used to pain, but that doesn’t mean he wants the same for you.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

Kiss me and you will see the stars. Love me and I will give them to you. - Author Unknown

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart)

If you are apart for a long time its because of being pulled to different parts of the galaxy. Neither of you knew if you’d see one another again. So when you do, Ezra - for once - Is speechless. after he recovers, he is striding over to you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

“You truly have no idea how much my heart has ached for you all of these moons little bird.”

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

Any altercations at dig sites tend to stress Ezra out. Before, he would become territorial and confrontational. But now, with you here, the last thing he wants to do is put you in danger.

he relieves this stress in one of two ways usually it's by moving to another site and digging there, getting back to work helps calm his mind. But if that doesn’t work than he always finds comfort in you. both figuratively and literally 😏

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

As we have discussed several times already lol, he is terrified of losing you. He has finally found his person, someone he loves more than anything in the entire galaxy. He never wants to lose you, and that is an ever-present fear in his mind.

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

Definitely his way of speech. His way of speech and his accent are all unique to him.

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)

I wouldn’t say he fights a lot, only when necessary for survival. He is a decent fighter when he has his thrower, having become skilled in using it while being a drifter. He tried to fight from a distance rather than up close.

W- Wow (What do you do that really surprises them? What do you do that they really like?)

Your constant and unwavering affection and love for him. He had never expected to be loved like this - so it always surprises him when you show him this.

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

okay so like - we all know Ezra fucks right? okay, good. Because this man fucks. Ezra absolutely loves getting you into bed and just worshiping your body. constantly praising you and cooing to you in that all too familiar lilt and elevated speech. yeah...Ezra also lives for dirty talk (sorry not sorry😬)

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

hmmm...I don’t think so. I don’t think there’s really anything that grosses him out that badly, or at all really

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

When he’s without you, Ezra tends to sleep on his stomach, arm under the pillow, and blanket around his waist as he snores softly.

when he’s with you however, his favorite way to sleep is on his side with your back to him while he holds you to his chest. he just loves to hold you while he sleeps, the fact that you are right there next to him comforting him and lulling him to sleep.

#ezra (prospect) x reader #ezra x reader #Ezra Prospect #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro Pascal #queue were my new dream

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ryqoshay · 3 years

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Tri-Arame: Betting For Play

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Words: ~3.1k Rating: T Time Frame: First year of college? Maybe second? Dunno yet Story Arc: Stand Alone

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Author’s Note: Welp, this ended up a heck of a lot longer than originally intended. Not complaining mind, but there were only two original bits I wanted to include and it just kept growing from there.

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Ayumu startled as an anguished cry sounded from within as she opened the door to her dormroom.

“Y-Yuu-chan?” She inquired, quickly trying to assess the situation. “Are you alr…” Oh.

“Ayumu!” Yuu tossed the controller she was holding into the air as she bounced up to her feet.

“Ayumu-san!” Setsuna greeted as well, deftly deflecting the discarded device to land softly on the bed as she also jumped up.

The two raced across the room toward Ayumu who couldn’t hold back a smile at their antics even if she had wanted to. In the short few weeks the trio had been dating, Yuu and Setsuna had begun a friendly, though no less serious competition to be the first to greet her when she was the last to arrive home. It was one of many ways the two challenged each other but it was probably the one that amused Ayumu the most.

And even if she did feel a little strange being the subject of such a contest, she’d be lying if she said she disliked it. After all, just the way the two lit up merely upon seeing her was enough to warm her heart and drive away any dreariness of the day. As such, she almost preferred coming home last because of this new routine.

“Welcome home!” Setsuna launched herself the last meter or so into a tackling hug.

“I’m back.” Ayumu giggled, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, and tilting her head down for a kiss.

A sigh sounded from her other girlfriend. “You’re too fast, Setsuna-chan…” Yuu lamented.

Both Ayumu and Setsuna laughed as they parted.

“Well, I do maintain a regular exercise routine, which includes running outside or spending some time on the elliptical.” Setsuna explained as Yuu took her turn to greet Ayumu. “And you know you’re always welcome to join me for my morning routine, Yuu-san.”

“But I do, though… sometimes…” Yuu reminded as she stepped away to allow Ayumu to remove her shoes. “And don’t you also do a bunch of more stuff at the studio?”

“Well, yes,” Setsuna conceded, “but that is more focused on dancing and singing. What I do on my own here is more general fitness.”

“Hrm…” Yuu seemed to consider the idea for a moment before her expression changed. “Anyway, you’re only one win up.” She jutted her chin back toward where they had been playing a moment ago. “You gotta win by two.”

“Right.” Setsuna nodded before turning.

“Eh?” Ayumu uttered as Yuu suddenly slid in close to peck a kiss on her cheek.

Setsuna either caught the movement with her peripheral vision or responded to Ayumu’s voice, or both, as she spun around and strode back. With a sly glance toward Yuu, she mimicked the gesture from Ayumu’s other side. Yuu responded by sticking out her tongue, at which they both giggled.

For her part, Ayumu couldn’t help joining in with the laughter. “Are you two going to carry over your little contest through making dinner tonight as well?” Though the concept was amusing, part of her feared how such a competition might affect Setsuna’s already adventurous attitude in the kitchen.

“Don’t need to.” Yuu said with a grin as she pulled something out of her pocket before presenting it proudly. “I won this at the store on the way home today.”

“Yuu-san and I already picked out what we want and have a pending order up on your laptop.” Setsuna explained.

“Alright, I’ll add my order in a moment.” Ayumu said with a smile.

Though neither girl said as such aloud, Ayumu couldn’t help wondering if the two had made their own side contest with the convenience store promotion. The fact that Yuu had emphasized that she had been the one to win the gift certificate felt like a strong indicator, along with a notable increase in competitiveness between them recently. At least they were having fun.

“Ne, Setsuna-chan,” Yuu spoke up as the two made their way back to the kotatsu “wanna add a little extra incentive to the game tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?” Setsuna tilted her head with curiosity as they retrieved their controllers and took their places.

“Something like the winner gets to make a request of the loser?”

“What kind of request?”

Yuu shrugged. “I dunno, maybe like drawing on their face like when we play Hanetsuki during the New Year celebration?”

“I don’t believe we have any ink…”

“Then maybe make them do pushups, get the winner a snack, clean their ears or something? I’m sure we can figure out something.”

Setsuna considered the suggestion for a moment before smiling strangely. “Alright.”

Ayumu wondered what kind of request Setsuna had chosen that would cause such an expression. Unlike their friend Kasumi, Setsuna was not typically the scheming type, and was not particularly good at it when she did. Rather, she was usually far too earnest and straightforward, to the point that Ayumu occasionally wondered how she had managed to hide her anime obsession from her parents and her dual identity from her fellow high school students.

“Hehe, now I’m getting fired up!” Yuu proclaimed. “I’m so going to win the next three rounds.”

“You seem pretty confident.” Setsuna observed.

“Well yeah, now that I get to make a request of Setsuna-chan, there’s no way I’m passing that up.”

“Hrm, we’ll see about that.”

With her meal chosen and their order submitted, Ayumu moved to sit on her bed. This gave her a good vantage point to observe her girlfriends’ match.

“Ha! Ring out!” Yuu pumped a fist in the air a moment later. “That’s one! Two more to go.”

“Two for me as well.” Setsuna reminded.

“Yeah, but that’s up from one.”

“…” Setsuna pursed her lips into an adorable pout, earning a cheeky grin from Yuu. “Alright, next round.”

The next two rounds were intense. Ayumu watched with bated breath while the two girls participating leaned forward and gripped their controllers harder.

“Victory!” Yuu cried, tossing her controller in the air.

Ayumu reached out to catch the falling device so it didn’t land on either girl in front of her.

Setsuna’s shoulder slumped in defeat.

“Alright, go braid your hair.” Yuu pointed to her rival. “You’re gonna be Nana tonight.”

“Eh?” Setsuna tilted her head with curiosity. “You want me as your prize?”

“Why not?” Yuu grinned. “It’s either you or Ayumu and I didn’t make a wager with her. Besides, I think this prize is one she will enjoy as well.”

Ayumu couldn’t deny that last point.

“While I’m happy to oblige, you really just want me to change my hairstyle to one you see all the time?”

“But we don’t see it all the time.” Yuu insisted. “At least not since we started college. You only wear it to class, and we don’t have any together.”

“You’re…” Setsuna blinked in realization. “You’re right. I hadn’t realized that you two might miss seeing me like that…” She hung her head apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, Setsuna-chan!” Yuu laughed, placing a reassuring hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “If you go too long again, I’ll just be sure to win against you again at something.”

“Or try to win.” Setsuna smirked.

“Well, yeah, of course.” Yuu chuckled. “It wouldn’t be as much fun if you just let me win. Anyway, for the record, when I said you’ll be Nana tonight, I meant all night.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“All night?”

“I suppose you can take out your braids before you fall asleep, but for sure during certain activities.” Yuu emphasized the last two words.

“Yeah, I got that part.” Setsuna rolled her eyes at the less-than-subtle hinting. “But I don’t usually like sleeping with them, so you can’t go overboard and exhaust me again.”

Yuu held her hands up in mock defense. “Hey, I can’t help it if Ayumu gives in too much to her lust.”

“Yuu-chan…” Ayumu interjected, feeling heat rise in her cheeks. She wasn’t wrong, per se, but as was far too often the case, Yuu knew exactly how to embarrass her. Sure, she was looking forward to seeing Setsuna in braids but… wait… What if…? “Ne, Yuu-chan…”

“Mmm?”

“Would you mind if I played a round?”

“Challenger Ayumu wishes to enter the ring?” Yuu dropped her tone to mimic an announcer. “I thought you preferred more RPG or collection style games?”

“There’s some fighting in them.”

“Turn-based, sure, but…” Yuu shrugged and held out her controller.

“Uhm, I was hoping to challenge you, Yuu-chan.” Ayumu clarified.

“I know. I just wanted to be Player 1.” She reached over for the controller in Setsuna’s hand. “Alright, let’s pick our fighters.” She began scrolling through the selection on the screen.

“You can probably see better from here, Ayumu-san.” Setsuna spoke up as she scooted over a bit before patting the area between her and Yuu.

“Mm.” Ayumu nodded and slipped down off the bed before moving the joystick a couple times to search the roster.

“Oh ho, interesting choice.” Yuu commented as final selections were made and the countdown to start the match began. “But no matter, victory will be mine.”

Yuu proved her skill immediately by landing a devastating first blow before Ayumu could react.

“Nice.” Setsuna complimented. “But remember, Yuu-san, first blood isn’t nearly as important as last.”

“Mmh… huh? Wha?” Yuu reacted as her character was tossed into the air. “Wait…”

Ayumu tapped more buttons on her controller, scoring additional hits.

“Ayumu… when…” Yuu sputtered.

Setsuna snickered as the round ended. “That’s one for Ayumu-san.”

“Eh, uhm, beginner’s luck?” Yuu questioned. “Anyway, Round 2.”

The second round went almost exactly the same as the first. Yuu struck the first blow, but eventually succumbed to a flurry of hits from Ayumu.

“Ayumu!” Yuu cried as she was defeated for a second time. “That was amazing! Where did you learn to play like that?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Do I get the play the winner now?” Setsuna added her energy to the mix.

“Yeah, we should totally get round robin tournament going.” Yuu agreed, handing her controller over to Setsuna. “But really, Ayumu, when did you get so good at fighting games?”

“I, uhm… asked Ai-chan and Rina-chan for a suggestion on which character to try…” Ayumu admitted.

“Oh?”

“You two have been having a lot of fun with this game for the last few nights, so I thought I could maybe join you…”

“You’re always welcome to play with us, Ayumu-san.” Setsuna pointed out.

“I know, I just, thought I might have a fighting chance if I did a little research first, you know, for combos and such.”

“Yeah, that sounds like something you would do.” Yuu laughed. “Well, now that I know you’re secret, I’ll be better prepared for our next match.”

“Speaking of, you get to make a request of Yuu-san, since you won.” Setsuna reminded.

That’s right, that was also part of why Ayumu had wanted to play against Yuu, to maybe get an unexpected victory and get back at her a little for the teasing.

“Right.” Ayumu cleared her throat and turned to the green-tipped girl beside her. “Well, since Yuu-chan likes braids so much, I think she would look quite cute wearing a matching style to Nana-chan.”

“Eh?” Yuu blinked.

Now there was a reaction Ayumu hadn’t anticipated. Yuu wasn’t the type to fluster easily, but there was no hiding the pink blossoming across her cheeks. And it was adorable.

From the other side of her, Ayumu could hear Setsuna’s sharp intake of breath. “I’ve… I don’t think I’ve ever seen Yuu-san with braids before…”

“A… are you sure that’s what you want as your prize?” Yuu seemed at a loss for words.

How had she put it earlier? “Why not?” Ayumu returned. “It’s either you or Setsuna-chan, and you already made the request of her, and I think she’ll like it as well.”

“A-alright…”

“So, if I win against Ayumu-san,” Setsuna pondered “does that mean I can make her wear twin braids as well?”

Still riding the wave of confidence from her victory as well as successful teasing of Yuu, Ayumu couldn’t help smirking a little. “Maybe, if you win.” She winked at the raven-haired girl. “But if I win, I get to be the one to braid your hair.”

“That was what I was about to request when I won our rematch…” Yuu admitted.

“Hmm…” Ayumu thought for a moment. “How about as a consolation prize for both of you, I do both of your braids.”

Yuu chuckled. “Is that really a consolation prize or just an excuse to play with our hair?” Was she trying to turn back the teasing tables?

“Can’t it be both?” Ayumu asked. “I mean both of the other prizes requested so far were ones that will be enjoyed by the others and not just the winner, right?”

“Fair point.” Yuu nodded. “Alright, it’s a deal for me. Setsuna-chan?”

“Deal.” Setsuna agreed as well. “But, who’s going to do Ayumu’s braids when I win?”

Yuu and Ayumu laughed for a moment before the next round of the tournament began.

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“Nana-chan?”

“…”

“Setsuna-chan?”

“…”

“I think we wore her out…” Yuu observed the girl between them.

“Again…” Ayumu added before sighing.

Yuu giggled quietly.

“Mm?”

“I won…” Yuu murmured.

“Won what?”

“I outlasted her.”

Oh, for heaven’s sake, they competed over that as well? Although, Ayumu had to admit the idea was a bit amusing. However…

“Is it really fair when you had me to help?”

Yuu seemed to ponder the question for a moment before grinning. “We really do team up on her a lot, don’t we?”

“Yeah… but it’s hard not to…”

“I know, right? She’s so cute when she makes that expression.” Yuu did a decidedly poor, though likely purposefully so, impression.

“Well, perhaps to keep things fair, maybe next time she and I can team up against you.”

“Now that I’d like to see.”

“You don’t think we can?”

“I didn’t say that. I think Ayumu is certainly up to the task, but…”

Though left unspoken, Yuu’s implication was clear. And if Ayumu was being honest, she had to agree. Setsuna was definitely a passionate participant, but, perhaps as a reflection of other aspects of her personality, she seemed reluctant to, for lack of better words, take the lead. Part of Ayumu wondered if things were fine that way of if it was something they should address and work on at some point.

The sound of Yuu’s yawn pulled Ayumu’s thoughts back to reality.

“Ne, Yuu-chan, do you know if Setsuna-chan took out her contacts?”

“Yeah, before she put on her glasses.”

Oh, right. That made sense. “Also, you promised you’d let her take out her braids before she fell asleep.”

“I think I can take care of that.”

“How?”

“Scoot up a little.”

“Huh?”

“And slide your arm under her.”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.” Yuu lifted Setsuna’s shoulder gently.

Setsuna murmured something before turning with Yuu’s guidance. Once on her side, she wrapped her arms around Ayumu’s waist and buried her face in her chest.

“There we go.” Yuu hummed her approval and started undoing the braids that were now much easier for her to reach.

“Where did you lear…?” Ayumu realized the answer before she finished the question.

“From you of course.” Yuu responded anyway.

Which meant… “You’ve been awake?”

“Not every time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I couldn’t help being caught up in the cuteness of the gesture.” Yuu admitted. “Ayumu’s thoughtfulness is one of her most adorable traits, and one of my favorites.”

Ayumu felt her cheeks puff in a pout as she reached across Setsuna to gently punch Yuu’s arm who only grinned more in response.

“Anyway, perhaps I’ll challenge you two again and get Setsuna-chan to team up with me that way.” Ayumu pondered.

“Challenger Ayumu wants to enter the ring again?” Yuu did a quieter version of her announcer voice from before. “Winning against us felt pretty good, huh?”

“A little…”

“Though to be honest, I’d’ve brought you in on our little contests earlier, but I’ve just never really seen you as the competitive type.”

“I went up against my rival school idols a lot back in high school.” Ayumu pointed out.

“True,” Yuu conceded “but even then, you weren’t really all that competitive. You worked hard, that’s for sure, and you were incredibly supportive of your fellow school idols, but… hrm…”

“What is it?”

“Oh, hey, idea.” Yuu grinned. “You should totally surprise Setsuna-chan in the morning. Something like seeing who can get the most steps in on the elliptical or whatever.”

“Setsuna-chan would probably win something like that.”

“Possibly. But it really isn’t really about winning or losing, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“I mean yeah, sure, it’s feels good to win, but it’s also fun to see Setsuna-chan’s smile when she wins.”

“Ah.”

“But you already know that, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“That was why you were so supportive of your rival school idols, or at least part of it, right? Because watching them do well was also fun.”

Ah, so that’s what it was all about. It all made sense now. Ayumu had fun surprising her girlfriends with a couple early wins, but even as they adjusted and started winning matches again, it hadn’t diminished Ayumu’s enjoyment at all.

And the silly little requests had really just been a fun bonus. She hadn’t minded at all that the request made of her after her first loss was that she would join in on the twin braids brigade, in fact, she had expected it.

Sure, Ayumu wasn’t nearly as competitive as either Yuu or Setsuna. And sure, she was quite content watching her girlfriends compete over the most random things. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t join in on the fun every so often, right?

“Ayumu?”

“Mm, sorry, I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“What hairstyles I’ll have you try next time I win against you.”

“Tha… I… if I let you win…”

For the second time that night, Ayumu got to witness Yuu’s flustered expression and she couldn’t help smiling.

“Good night, Yuu-chan.” She said quietly before closing her eyes.

“Good night, Ayumu.” Yuu replied, shifting just enough to plant a kiss on Ayumu’s forehead without waking the sleeping girl between them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“…ve… y… wo…” Setsuna murmured into Ayumu’s chest before nuzzling in more.

Did Yuu-chan actually wake her up or is she just sleep talking, again? Ayumu wondered. Either way, she tilted her chin down just enough to press her lips atop the other girl’s head before whispering a similar sentiment to her. Finally, Yuu’s affirmations to Setsuna were the last sounds Ayumu heard before sleep took over.

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Author’s Note Coninued in Followup Post

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Tri-Arame #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic

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theatresweetheart · 4 years

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For the prompt thing could you please do 73 with moxiety? With Virgil being the short one maybe?

Wanted

Warnings: Swearing, kissing.

Pairing: Moxiety.

Characters: Virgil, Patton.

Word Count: 1027 words.

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It wasn’t uncommon to hear the sound of gentle strumming floating down the stairs of the apartment building. Even as Patton hiked his bag further up his shoulder.

Besides, if anyone really had a problem with it, they would have complained to him and his boyfriend about it already.

It seemed that most people didn’t care for the most part though. Virgil was talented at what he did, which was a bonus, and he never did it later than midnight. Truly, no one had complained (and most likely would continue to not) as neither him nor Virgil had given them a reason to.

The closer he got the apartment door though, the louder he could hear the voice from inside. The tune was melodic and soft and meaningful.

Patton nudged the door open as quietly as possible, not wanting to startle Virgil into stopping.

It wasn’t that Virgil was nervous about playing in front of him—they were well past that point. It was that, this was such a softer side of him. His voice was gentle, his strumming was slow and thoughtful. Virgil was going along with the music, but at his own pace. Not to mention, he didn’t usually play love songs and “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes was most definitely a love song.

“Love songs are just so…ugh,” Virgil had told him while he tuned his guitar as Patton sat curled up comfortably on the couch and watched, “they’re sappy and gross and overdone.”

“I get that,” Patton told him, watching him with a tilt of his head. There was just something so calming about watching Virgil tune his guitar and play. “But you have to admit, Vee, that some of them are kinda nice. Even nicer because I‌ get to hear you sing them.”

“Ugh,” Virgil had groaned, sliding the strap over his shoulder, but the small grin on his face was telling a different story.

So, when he caught Virgil like this—so lost in the music, his eyes closed and swaying slightly back and forth on the stool—he stayed quiet, just listening. He was in his own little world, and nothing could shake him of it. There was just something so calming about seeing Virgil relaxed and not up in arms about something.

Patton toed off his shoes silently before slipping the strap of his bag over his head and setting it down on the ground beside the door. He came a bit further into the apartment, leaning against the door frame leading into the living room with a fond look on his face.

Virgil still hadn’t clued in that he was there.

The soft music continued on for another minute, before the song began to wind down naturally. Virgil’s voice was so smooth and comforting—like melted chocolate and sitting cozily bundled up by the fire in a fuzzy blanket and pajamas. It was homey.

Virgil was home.

The final strum of his guitar clued Patton in that he would no longer be invisible and he might as well let his boyfriend know he was there. “That was really good.”

“Holy shit!”‌ Virgil jumped, partly leaping from the stool he was sitting on and lifting the guitar as if it were a weapon.

Startled eyes met Patton’s before he broke into a brighter grin. “I‌ didn’t mean to startle you,” he told him, stepping a bit further into the room.

“Jesus Lord, Patton, didn’t mean to startle me,”‌ Virgil slid his guitar strap over his head before turning and putting it back onto the stand underneath the window. His heart pounding in his chest. “You can’t just walk in and not say anything and then expect not to not startle me.”

“I‌ mean it though,”‌ Patton said instead, earnestly trying to express his fondness. “You’re really good at those slow songs. You should do them more often.”

Virgil chuckled lowly, a thrumming sound that felt like a comforting thunderstorm just off in the distance. Smiles like bright flashes of lightning; dazzling and enrapturing. “I’ve already told you, mushy things like that aren’t really my style.”

Patton pouted, but the teasing light in his eyes deceived the look. “Doesn’t take away from the fact that your voice is incredible.”

When Virgil’s face flushed pink, from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck, Patton knew he’d already succeeded.

After a moment of quiet, Virgil finally let out a gentle breath and came to meet Patton halfway in the living room, dark eyes flashing up to meet his own. “How long were you standing there for?”

“Not long,” Patton promised him, “a minute or two at most.”

“Hmm,” Virgil reached forward and looped his fingers through the belt loops on Patton’s jeans and tugged the taller man closer. Because of this, Virgil had to crane his head back a little further. “Somehow, I‌ don’t believe that.”

Patton let his hands move to rest against Virgil’s waist. “It was a short amount of time.”

Virgil snorted. “I‌ thought we were over the short jokes.”

“I’m not sure you’re over them yet,” Patton’s eyes were alight, finding immense pleasure in teasing the shorter male. While Virgil had been insecure about his height in their childhood, he’d grown (pun intended) to realize it wasn’t so bad being little. It was far easier to be cuddled that way anyhow, and Patton didn’t mind wrapping his little boyfriend up into a blanket and tucking him close. But Virgil was pouting—not the same level as a pout, but enough of his lower lip jutted out to mimic the expression—at him, “C’mon, don’t give me that look. You’re fun-sized!”

“Fun-sized my ass,” he muttered after a moment. “Come down to my level for just a moment, you walking Skyscraper.”

Virgil released Patton’s belt loops, before reaching up and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He pulled Patton down into him and met his lips halfway. Standing on his tiptoes was a normal position for him to find himself in nowadays, but he didn’t mind.

And if Patton didn’t mind having to bend down every time he wanted a kiss, then everything was better than fine.

#dn-fan21 #Brook writes #Sanders Sides #Ficlet a day #Sanders Sides fic #Virgil Sanders #Patton Sanders #ts Virgil #ts Patton #Moxiety #Romantic Moxiety #tw kissing #tw swearing #tw cursing

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breathinginthevapor · 4 years

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Falling

Summary: You miss Tom after your breakup. Based on falling by Harry Styles

A/N: Falling is my favourite on Harry’s amazing album, and I just had to write something based upon it!

Word count: 1400+

T/W: mentions of alcohol, hinting at cheating

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The silky lining is cool against your skin, serving as yet another reminder of the missing presence beside you. You have gotten so used to the warmth of his body that no matter how many covers you lay under, there’s always a kiss of icy cold when he’s not there.

You bury your head in your pillow, but its rosy colour resembles the one on his cheeks when he blushes, and the images of his face wrapped up in despair becomes clearer when you close your eyes.

So, you sit up and lean against the bedframe, gazing out of the window to the dark streets of London where drunk girls who look all too young to be out at this time of the night stumbles home, the lucky ones clinging to each other while the less fortunate hugs their jackets closer to their bodies and tries not to fall because they know that nobody is there to catch them.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you look at one girl, illuminated by a flickering streetlight. Her shoulders shake, and it looks like she’s crying as she walks only a few steps behind a couple other girls laughing loudly. You wonder why they don’t turn around and ask her to join the conversation, or at least ask if she’s alright, if she needs anything.

But then again, you, of all people, would know why; It’s way too easy to get wrapped up in the thrill and excitement of the moment and forget about everything and everyone else.

The lonely girl takes a left turn and disappears out of your field of vision along with the chatty group that enters an apartment complex, and soon, the street is empty. Unusual for a Friday night in London, but you shouldn’t be surprised that even strangers avoid being near you.

And you don’t blame them, don’t blame your friends that have grown tired of you or Tom who has left you because of those terrible things you’ve done, this awful person you’ve become.

Truth be told, you are beginning to question whether you’d want yourself around.

You’ve always thought you were a good person. Not the rainbow-out-your-ass type of good, but a supportive friend, a caring daughter, a gentle lover.

But good persons don’t do what you’ve done.

Today was the second time you’ve seen him after the break-up. The first time, just a couple weeks after your split, he was standing outside your flat with a big cardboard box.

“Don’t want your stuff lying around anymore,” he said, coldly, his face in an emotionless expression, like cut in stone. He held the box out for you and waited for you to grab it, but you didn’t, you couldn’t, you just stared at him and soaked up every small thing about him, from the acne scars on his chin to the tilt of his eyebrow to the dark brown colour of his eyes.

He dropped the box to the floor and turned around, taking a few steps down the stairs.

“Stay, please, I- I haven’t slept since you left, I don’t know what to do without you, I’m so sorry, Tom, please, I-“ you begged him.

He paused, shoulders raised, before he ran down the remaining stairs, the door slamming behind him.

The box he handed you that day seems to be mocking you from its place beside your cabinet. It’s been months, and still, you can’t unpack it. You don’t want to know which things he has put in there, like whether or not he has kept the picture you painted together on your second anniversary or the Spiderman T-shirt you gave him for his last birthday.

Thankfully, he had been kinder today. Softer around the edges, forgiveness braided into his tone. He was doing good, he told you while you were standing in the line. Was working on a new film he was really excited about, something about royalty and a heist, and he had had this charming grin on his face and his eyes had lit up, hands gesturing wildly to mimic explosions.

And you think that it made it worse, that you would have preferred him to be mad, to still not have gotten over the what you had done because at least it would mean that he hadn’t gotten wholly over you either.

And you suppose that makes you selfish, and that you should want him to be happy, and you do, but you wish he could be happy with you again.

It hadn’t been your usual barista today, and maybe that was good because the small café close to his parents’ house already held too many memories.

You had sat at your usual table, and out of habit, he had ordered the usual for both of you. You were surprised he remembered, honestly, but when the barista came to your table with only one cinnamon bun, it had gotten quite awkward.

“Do you remember that first time?” you had asked him before thinking it through. “I thought it was so romantic that we shared.”

He had chuckled and broken the cake in half, just like he always did, giving you the bigger half.

“How could I forget. That was our thing.”

And he had nudged you gently with his shoulder and pushed his glasses up his nose, and you had hated yourself for hurting him.

Perhaps he had felt that, because he looked at you worriedly and asked you how you were doing.

“Do you care?” you had asked him.

“Of course I care, Y/N.”

And he had taken your hand, and you had tried to blink away tears, but to no use. Drying them off with the back of your hand, you had told him that you missed him.

“I miss you, too. Terribly so. But this is for the best.”

“Not for me,” you had sobbed.

You had immediately regretted saying it, but of course, there was no way to take it back. Still, you cursed yourself far away for continuing to be so damn selfish.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” he had said, gently, and his gaze had pierced your eyes in what felt like a silent declaration of love.

And you had known right there that the two of you had run out of things to say. That everything beyond this point wouldn’t change a single thing or offer any of you more consolation.

Still, you had small-talked a bit, and he had told you a funny story about Sam, and you had laughed in that whole-hearted, head-tilted-back kind of way that you only did with him. And he had asked you about your job, and you had complained to him about your stupid boss, and the whole time you just sat there and thought that this was ok. That having him here beside you, not as a lover but maybe as a friend, was better than nothing, because gosh, you might not want yourself around anymore, but if it was up to you, he’d always be a constant figure in your life.

“What are you thinking about?” he had asked you.

“I think you’re the best person I know,” you had said, honestly, and watched conflicting emotions playing on his features.

“Thank you,” he had said, and it had sounded like he meant it. But then, he had smiled apologetically, “I have to go, sorry.”

He had stood up and shrugged on his jacket, blue denim sitting tight on his broad shoulders and a black beanie hiding his unruly curls. Giving you a quick hug, he had left a few bills to pay for the coffee and then turned around.

He had taken a few steps before turning back, crooked smile and sad eyes making it out for contrast on his face.

“Don’t be a stranger, ok?”

“Ok,” you had promised with a brittle voice.

But you wondered if you already were.

And now, lying in a bed meant for two under covers you never would have bought for yourself, it feels like falling, like a wake-up call. It’s time to be responsible, you figure, time to turn your life around and ensure that you can be someone you’d like. And the first step is unpacking that box from Tom.

You eye the cardboard as if it’s a dangerous animal, trying to figure out if it will go after you before you decide that unpacking is a task for another day.

You have to hit the ground first.

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segenassefa · 4 years

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6: Brand Focus: Los Angeles Apparel

September – the season of changing leaves, pumpkin spice lattes (those are nasty but if I speak…), and – usually – back to school shopping.

However, now that life has transitioned online, there is no reason to wear anything that is uncomfortable or at least two sizes oversized on a day-to-day basis. But – and don’t fight me on this - there is nothing more satifying than new and quality loungewear.

This is where Los Angeles Apparel comes in.

The brand formerly known as American Apparel rebranded as Los Angeles Apparel – the same basics brand, full of heavyweight cotton, styles ranging from classic to contemporary, and a wide range of colours, everything from neutrals to neon colours.

After bankrupting twice, American Apparel was purchased by Canadian manufacturer, Gildan, in 2017. Gildan went on to rebrand and remove the more notable points of the company’s marketing strategy – namely, the borderline pornographic advertising and sinfully high price range (some AA products can now be purchased on websites such as Wordans and Amazon).

Founder and Montreal native Dov Charney (who has his own demons, including accusations of sexual harassment and mismanagement of funds when he ran American Apparel in 2014*) then decided to take his ideas elsewhere, introducing Los Angeles Apparel.

Now operating out of a south Los Angeles warehouse, LAA poses itself as an ethical, basics, brand, paying workers between $15-$20 USD, as well as overtime pay and benefits, and varies from other fashion retailers in the amount of transparency to behind the scenes of their warehouse and in the production process – many of the brand’s Instagram stories include shots of models, posing outside and throughout the warehouse, and well as videos of various garment and production workers at their daily dyeing, stitching, and cutting tasks. Another plus of this brand is the composition of the garments, specifically their sweatshirts and sweatpants, tops, and bodysuits. Most places do not manufacture goods with 100% cotton - traditional brands either use a 50/50 blend of cotton and polyester, or an 80/20 blend for goods in the heavyweight category. Using 100% cotton leads to a garment that looks even better with wear and tear, as well as prevents pilling, worn out elastic cuffs and hems, as well as less discolouration. Lastly, LAA is mostly devoid of branding – their clothing has no flashy logos or tags, no awkward stitching or excessive distressing, product styles, and unsavoury colour combinations – likely stemming from their roots as a wholesale blanks company. There is a bit of 90’s flavour to the styles shown on the website, included oversized sweats and t-shirts, lots and lots of pleats (pants, skirts, shorts, everything), as well as having more fresh-faced models, both men and women.

I’ve never personally been a huge American Apparel shopper – the original brand was not the most inclusive in terms of sizing as most of their items run on the smaller size (even to this day – their 2XL fits more like a very roomy XL) or were the dreaded “slim fit” (the ugliest cut of clothing to touch down on this face of the Earth, please don’t argue with me). However, since rebranding, Charney and the rest of the LAA team began to embrace more true-to-size and oversized fits. After rebuilding my wardrobe with quality basics, I can say about 80% of my wardrobe is from LAA – the pieces are good quality, minimal, and tasteful. Also, as a person who tries to be as ethical with my spending practices as possible and invest in quality clothing, I feel a bit better knowing the $40 t-shirt won’t be falling apart in the wash or after a few wears. For anyone who has considered dipping their toe into LAA or has been looking for other basics to add to their collection, here is a listed review of my favourite items from Los Angeles Apparel**.

HF09GD Unisex - Garment Dye 14oz. Heavy Fleece Hooded Pullover Sweatshirt

If I had the power to get rid of all of the hoodies in the world and replace them with only one, this would be it. This hoodie is thick as hell to the point where sometimes it feels like canvas, but not in an uncomfortable way. The colours are also super rich – my favourite one is Chocolate (one day we will talk about how brown is the supreme neutral for its ability to be and blend with both warm and cool tone colours, but I digress). Another interesting thing about these hoodies is that they don’t hold smell the way I’ve found polyester blends do and when washed, literally smell like an entirely new garment. This is also one of the products that I found is actually more of an oversized fit, and as with most cotton goods – stretch (but not unreasonably) with wear. It comes in a huge selection of colours as well and the sizing is fairly unisex, as both me and my boyfriend have worn this hoodie and have marveled at the quality. While it is an investment ($100 CAD per hoodie, about double that for the whole set), it is truly the hooded sweatshirt I’ve ever owned.

Size: XL, Colour: Chocolate, Price: $100 CAD

3380GD - Heavy 2x1 Rib Crop Tank

As our beautiful friend who was floating around Twitter not too long ago said, “Get into eeeeet!”. And she was absolutely right. This tank top is made for the people who want to get into the w*fe-beater/undershirt-as-a-shirt trend but don’t particularly enjoy the length or thinness of those traditional tops. This cropped tank is a racerback, but not to the point where it is completely unwearable without a bra, provided you have a convertible bra. This top is also 5% elastane as opposed to polyester (for those who are curious, elastane is a member of the Lycra and Spandex family, so the stretch in this top will also provide some shaping benefits). While it does only come in two colours for the time being, I’m one of those people who owns everything in my closet in both black and white, so this was perfect for me. Another thing to note, all my BBWs, this top does not roll up or require too much adjusting throughout the day, and sits just above the belly button for a cropped look without making you look like Roger the Alien (you know what I’m talking about….). This tank top is relatively affordable, considering the wearability, and the ribbing isn’t too noticeable so if you wanted a nice cropped but semi conservative top, this just might be it.

Size: L, Colour: Black, Price: $30 CAD

1215GD - Heavy Jersey Garment Dye Casual Pants

Ok, you know when you want to wear sweatpants, but you also realize that maybe the occasion is not appropriate, or you just need a little bit of pizzazz without all of the frump? This is these pants. When I first read the reviews, I was skeptical, but after realizing all I own are jeans and sweatpants, I copped a pair. I wore these in 75-degree weather, walked a good three or four miles, and was comfortable all day. Plus, unlike most traditional womenswear pants, these pockets are DEEP. Like Mariana Trench deep, which I love because one thing about me – I’m going to use a damn pocket. I would say to avoid these if you aren’t into the straight leg look because with a t-shirt, they do give very public-school art teacher vibes, but they also come in a huge range of colours. A lot of people complain about the elastic band for a lot of their products (too tight), but personally I prefer that – it provides a longer wear time before you have to wash (since it takes longer for the garment to stretch out) and keeps everything cute and covered. These pants are also a nice alternative to jeans, and even come in the couple shades of blue to mimic the idea of dark/light wash. The price is a little obscene for some casual pants, but I think you’re someone who usually wears pants from Urban Planet, H&M, or even Zara, these will be a nice upgrade, sure to last a very, very long time.

Size: L, Colour: Black, Price: $52 CAD

1406GD - Long Sleeve Garment Dye Mockneck T-Shirt

Another one of my favourite things about LAA is the fact that a lot of their products are unisex (while not explicitly labelled as such, you will see a lot of the same items in both the men and women tabs on their website). I love a good long sleeve shirt, but my proportions were never too forgiving to pull it off without looking like a 1960’s ghost, or like I had gotten dressed in the tent section of Home Depot. This top is more of a boxy fit, but the bottom is cropped enough to make it hit just above the thighs for a nice, slouchy look. The colours in these are also super nice, veering more towards neutrals and pastels. This shirt looks good with bike shorts and tucked into jeans, and (the best part) the white is not see-through at all, which was one of my biggest complaints when buying shirts from brands like Hanes, Gildan, Fruit of the Loom, and Keya. The neckline is a lot higher than most traditional crew necks, but I’m a fan. Plus, I feel like it looks a lot better when you layer jewelry over it. If you’re springing to get a basic colour, I’d say it’s totally worth it, at $41 a pop, considering that it’ll last damn near forever.

Size: XL, Colour: White, Price: $52 CAD

B128CF - Long Sleeve Crossfront Bodysuit

The bodysuit that started it all. Y’all. The number of compliments I get whenever I wear this top is insane, not to mention of all the bodysuits I have purchased from this brand, this one is the most flattering, the most versatile, and the most forgiving, in terms of sizing. The cross-front bodysuit is a happy medium for people who want to get into the criss-cross top look without the hassle of strings and shit like that. Not to mention, many bodysuits in this style tend to be ribbed – and not the good kind of ribbing either *retches*. I own this bodysuit in both a medium and a large, and my advice would be to size down, especially if you’re planning on wearing it without a bra (not much of a choice considering this bodysuit has a deep, deep, V neck) and will definitely add to the effortless look of the whole ensemble. This bodysuit can be dressed up and dressed down, but my favourite way to wear this is with some slouchy ass sweatpants, white sneakers (preferably a little beat up) and a small shoulder bag – ad square or transparent sunglasses for some big 90s energy, like you just left a Bikram yoga class or something. The colours on this could be better – aside from the white, black, and flesh toned colour, I really don’t see a purpose for the coral or blue shade, but I may be biased considering I do avoid bright colours like that. Now, it may seem a little overpriced for what it is, but I promise you – in my years of bodysuit research, the only brand that’s coming close to this, especially for larger chested laydeez, is Capezio, and that’s literally dancewear. Like, industrial ass dancewear. Regardless, this bodysuit is top 2 and it’s not 2.

Size: M, Colour: White, Price: $49 CAD

BD12 - Bull Denim Oversized Bag

If I had to give a name to my aesthetic – particularly when it comes to accessories – I’d say I’m somewhere in between “Bag Lady” by Erykah Badu and first year art student in the Midwest working part time at a dusty bookstore. This bag is more of the latter. For reference on size, it’s about as big, laid flat, as my large Telfar, but when on, doesn’t have the same structure, thus keeping it from looking like a burlap sack (or keeping you from looking like Santa on December 24th). The material is bull denim, which is similar in texture and style to regular denim, however, dyed to give it a rich and uniform colour. Also this bag comes in literally all of the ROYGBIV colours, plus black and white, and in a variety of styles and closures (they have one with a zipper for people who are diligent about things like that, as well as a more standard tote size and shape). This bag is perfect for literally everything – I like it when I go grocery shopping, or even getting from A to B when I have to carry a million things. Another bonus is the construction of the strap is thick without being comical, meaning that you won’t have those nasty lines in your shoulder after a long day, and you won’t have to worry about a strap busting and embarrazzzzing you (Nella Rose voice) when you’re out. In terms of pricing, you could get a little pleather number from H&M for the same price, but if you don’t take yourself seriously, then just say that (kidding!). as someone who loves the look of a good canvas tote, without wanting to look too much like a crunchy granola kinda person, this bag is lowkey one of my favourites (sorry, Mr. Clemens!).

Size: OS, Colour: Navy, Price: $58

Notes:

*= We do not condone predatory behaviour from anyone, but it is important to highlight that just because you love something doesn’t mean it’s perfect. Part of being a responsible consumer is also knowing about who you purchase from, not just what and how things are made. I am aware of this and am taking accountability for not knowing this information sooner.

**= All of these opinions are my own and not sponsored. Product codes will be listed in the title, and sizing, colour purchased, as well as CAD pricing will be listed at the end of each review.

#cms cashmoneysegs #blog post 5 #los angeles apparel #laa #aa #american apparel #brand

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enbyleighlines · 4 years

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Wangxian Drabble: weekly laundromat!

Thanks for the prompt!! I hope you enjoy this, my anonymous friend~

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Laundry day was a chore and a half. It happened every other Saturday, and included hauling three baskets full of clothing downtown to the closest laundromat. Wei Wuxian normally never took such a daunting undertaking alone.

Unfortunately, on one particularly cold winter day, Wei Wuxian is without his usual helper. Wen Ning is too far behind on several of his final projects for the semester, so he is currently in self-exile in one of the university’s art studios. Nanny Wen is still recovering from a twisted ankle. And Wen Qing, as always, is at the Qishan Medical Center.

That leaves Wei Wuxian with A-Yuan and two weeks worth of laundry to wash all by himself.

There’s on big problem, though. The bus doesn’t run on Sunday, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t own a car. His first published comic book isn’t exactly wracking in millions of dollars. (Yet, Wei Wuxian mentally adds, ever the optimist.) Usually, Wei Wuxian gets a ride from Wen Ning, Wen Qing, or Nanny. But, as previously mentioned, none of them were available.

Even Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli are too busy, which Wei Wuxian finds out after he phones each of them.

And that leaves only one person left for Wei Wuxian to turn to: Lan Wangji.

Nervously, Wei Wuxian opens up his chat history with the man. It’s sparse, because Lan Wangji isn’t big into texting. Most of his responses are some variation of “Hmm”, “Ok”, and “No”. He never minces words, that Lan Wangji.

Wei Wuxian presses the call button, expecting it to go to voicemail.

Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji picks up right after the first ring. His voice sounds a little less composed than normal when he says, “Wei Ying? What is it?”

Wei Wuxian belatedly realizes he’s never actually called Lan Wangji before.

Whoops...

Wei Wuxian laughs sheepishly. “Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. I... was hoping that you could do me a favor?”

“Oh?”

“Well, it’s laundry day...” Wei Wuxian is suddenly overcome with embarrassment. He is certain that the great Lan Wangji has never had to inconvenience himself by leaving the house to do laundry! But Wei Wuxian bravely presses on. “I need a ride to the laundromat,” he explains, “and no one else is free. I can pay for gas.”

“No need,” Lan Wangji quickly shuts the offer down.

Lan Wangji never takes money from Wei Wuxian. This is probably due to the fact that Wei Wuxian often complains about how he will never be able to pay off his student debt on an artist’s salary.

Lan Wangji is a good friend.

“When do you want to be picked up?” Lan Wangji asks.

“Uh, whenever you’re free,” Wei Wuxian answers. He didn’t expect Lan Wangji to agree so easily!

“I’m free now.”

“Now?” Wei Wuxian can’t believe his luck!

“Mm. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

—

Lan Wangji is a man of his word. In ten minutes, they are both loading the overflowing baskets into the trunk of Lan Wangji’s car. Wei Wuxian quickly installs A-Yuan’s spare booster seat, and then they’re off to the laundromat.

Wei Wuxian thanks Lan Wangji profusely when they arrive. He certainly doesn’t expect for Lan Wangji to get out of the car and help with the laundry, so Wei Wuxian is left speechless when Lan Wangji does.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian, holding a puffy coat wrapped A-Yuan on his hip, asks, “Are you... helping me with the laundry?”

Lan Wangji stops in the midst of feeding clothes into one of the machines. He glances over his shoulder, his brows furrowed. “Yes?” He answers tentatively.

It’s such a bizarre sight. Lan Wangji comes from an extraordinarily wealthy family, and it’s more than evident in his choice of clothing, his neatly styled hair, and his perfectly straight, white teeth. He couldn’t have looked less out of place in that dinky old laundromat!

Wei Wuxian feels himself smile. “You don’t have to,” he tells Lan Wangji, “but... if you want to stick around, I won’t stop you. I’d appreciate the company.”

A-Yuan decides for both of them, when he waves a hand excitedly and says, “Rich-gege! Don’t go!”

Lan Wangji’s gaze falls to the two-year-old. “I’ll stay,” he promises.

“Good,” Wei Wuxian says, “but at least let me load the washer. It’s my dirty underwear, after all.”

Lan Wangji jerks his hand out of the laundry basket as if he had been bitten.

Wei Wuxian laughs at Lan Wangji’s overreaction. So he CAN still fluster the noble and stoic Lan Wangji! Wei Wuxian had begun to fear he had lost his touch.

He saunters over and hands A-Yuan to Lan Wangji.

It’s immediately clear that Lan Wangji has not held a child before. He fumbles around, trying to mimic Wei Wuxian’s earlier pose of propping A-Yuan up on his hip. It takes a couple of tries before A-Yuan is no longer at risk of sliding down Lan Wangji’s leg.

Something prickles in the back of Wei Wuxian’s throat. He thinks it’s the beginning of a laugh, but he finds himself releasing a soft coo instead.

Lan Wangji’s ears flush pink at the sound.

After nine years of friendship, Wei Wuxian has finally begun to notice Lan Wangji’s subtle tells. He feels his heart warm at the realization.

Then, Wei Wuxian gets to work. At that point, he’s able to seamlessly slip back into his usual laundry day routine. He pretends to sort the colors for a minute or two, before just haphazardly tossing everything in indiscriminately. Every once in a while, though, Wei Wuxian catches himself glancing aside at Lan Wangji.

He has to admit, it’s an appealing sight.

Lan Wangji is seated at one of the few folding chairs that are always kicking around at the laundromat. A-Yuan is perched on his knees. He has already pulled a couple of his pocket-sized toys from his jacket, and is wordlessly showing them off in earnest. Lan Wangji is giving A-Yuan his undivided attention.

The entire scene is so domestic that Wei Wuxian wants to bury himself six feet in the ground. He can’t handle it. He isn’t strong enough.

Now, more than ever, Wei Wuxian is certain: He is in love with Lan Wangji.

The feelings, which he has been steadily ignoring for the better part of a year, no longer leave any room for doubt.

Damn Mo Xuanyu for first planting the idea in his head!

Wei Wuxian forces himself to focus on his task. He forces himself not to consider what it would be like, to raise a child (or two or more) with Lan Wangji at his side. He knows better than to torture himself with what-if scenarios. It’s best, he reasons, to just enjoy what he has already. He has a wonderful friend, who is willing to go out of his way to help him with mundane chores.

That, Wei Wuxian determines, is already good enough. Wishing for anything more would just be selfish.

(Still. Still...)

Wei Wuxian supposes there’s no harm in imagining Lan Wangji as a dad. He’s obviously going to be great at it. Lan Wangji’s future kids can play with Wei Wuxian’s future kids. A-Yuan can babysit all of them when he gets older. And Wei Wuxian will befriend the lucky woman who becomes Lan Wangji’s wife. He’ll teach her how to make Lan Wangji blush all the way to his ears, and how to avoid making Lan Wangji sad. It’ll be a mundane life, but Wei Wuxian will be happy. He’ll be happy... as long as Lan Wangji is happy.

#asks #anon #anonymous #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #mdzs modern au #drabbles #leigh’s writing

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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Past Haunts-Part 20

A/N: Guys! This is the last part. There is an epilogue that will be posted next Sunday but after that, no more Past Haunts. I enjoyed seeing everyone’s reactions as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I am sad to see it go too!!!

'He's lying,' I thought to myself. 'He has to be lying. No way, someone who looks like him was a virgin at 17 years old.'

"Dean, don't lie to me."

"I'm not Becks, " he tells me sincerely. "You were my first and I never regretted it."

"Really?" I tried to fight the smile but it crept onto my face.

Dean huffed a half laugh. "You think I would have been that damn clumsy otherwise. Hell, I as nervous as a whore in church on Sunday morning."

*FLASHBACK (Rebecca's POV)

After Dean had kissed me, we went back to watching the movie. Toward the end of All Saints Day, I reached over and placed my fingers with his. He didn't acknowledge the movement other than the grin he got on his face. When the movie was over and the pizza and popcorn was all gone, Sammy began being the irritating little brother I had heard other kids complain about. He kept asking a million questions and I could tell Dean was getting annoyed. I pull some money out of my pocket and give it to the whiny kid.

"Here ya go. There's an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!"

Sammy's whole face lights up as he jumps off the bed. "Can I, Dean? I promise not to go any further."

Dean looks at me and then to his brother. He gets a serious look on his face and tells him, "No further. And if you see anything….suspicious come back here. You know the codeword. "

"Poughkeepsie, " Sam says with a nod. He grabs his jacket and heads out the door.

Dean turns to me then.

*END FLASHBACK*

"You weren't the only one! As soon as Sam left the room, I realized what I had done and, to be honest, I seriously thought I was going to be sick."

"I'm glad you didn't. Would've put a damper on the mood."

I laugh and notice Dean scoot closer on the couch.

"So you didn't get rid of my brother to seduce me Becks?"

*FLASHBACK (Dean's POV)*

As soon as the door shut behind Sammy, my whole body went on alert. I was alone in the room with a girl. What was I supposed to do? What was she expecting me to do? Do I just pretend that it's no big deal or do I try to kiss her again? Honestly, I want to kiss her again

And again and again, and more. But I don't know what she wants. What if Sammy had just been aggravating her too?

I take a cautious step closer to her and she mimics me. A few more steps and she is right there in front of me. I can smell her strawberry shampoo, see her kiss-swollen lips. I lick mine as I tentatively reach for her.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. She loops hers around my neck and I go for it. This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips. She gasps and it gives me just enough room to lick into her mouth.

She tastes like heaven, if there was a heaven. Our tongues wrestle for dominance. I revel in the feat as I lightly suck on hers, causing her to moan.

Next thing I know, we are laid out on the bed in just our underclothes, her in her bra and panties and me in my boxers and socks.

*END FLASHBACK*

"No," I answer him breathlessly and move towards him. "I had no idea what I was doing."

"Me neither," he confesses as he reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear.

"Do you now?" I ask without thinking, just looking into those green eyes. I cringe as I realize what I said. I really didn't want to know how many women he has been with all this time.

"I've gotten better," he says smugly. "I know not to use a sandwich wrapper as protection."

We both bust out laughing at that memory.

*FLASHBACK (3rd person POV)*

Dean nervously pulls Rebecca's bra straps over her shoulders. As soon as there was slack in the bands, he reached around and unclasped her bra, having trouble with the fastener. He pulls the material from her body and drops it to the floor. He slowly lowers his head and places a gentle kiss to her pink nipple, flicking his tongue lightly across the hardening bud.

He pulls away and sets up on his knees. His dick thickening in his shorts. Rebecca lays on to her back and looks up at him. He hooks his fingers into her panties and leisurely pulls them off her hips and down her legs. Stepping backwards off the bed, he drops the lingerie into the floor and, never taking his eyes from hers, drops his boxers and steps out of them.

Climbing back up the bed, he claims her mouth. He can feel his dick growing and rubbing against the outside of her thigh.

"Dean," Rebecca breathes out. Their eyes meet and they both realize that this is actually happening. They are about to have sex.

"Do you have a condom?" she asks him and Dean internally chastises himself for not replacing the one in his wallet that his dad gave him when he became a teenager. A four-year-old condom probably wouldn't do the job properly.

He looks around and sees the cellophane wrappers from the sandwich he had for dinner the day before. He grabs the plastic wrapper and shake the crumbs off it. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work, right? He wraps it around his length, making sure the tip is covered. Once he is confident that he is protected, he slides between Rebecca's legs and grabs the base.

"Ready baby?"

Rebecca is biting on her bottom lip but nods. Dean runs the tip along her slit and stops right at her entrance. "This might hurt and I'm sorry."

"Okay," Rebecca answers timidly.

Dean pushes past her folds and right into her body. Only the head though. Rebecca is so tight he knows it's going to take some work before he can get all the way in.

He leans down and captures her mouth in a kiss, thrusting his tongue between her lips. Slowly he pulls out and pushes his dick back into her body, getting an inch or two further. They resume kissing as he continues the task of pushing and pulling until he is finally fully seated inside her. She whimpers and he looks at her, fearful he had hurt her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea, just keeping doing what you're doing. It'll get better."

Dean begins pumping into her as she becomes vocal with moans and grunts; he does too. Her tight channel squeezes him so deliciously that in no time he is cumming and he feels her body clamp down on him as she throws her head back in a wail. "Oh God! Dean!"

*END FLASHBACK*

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "I totally forgot about that! No damn wonder I got pregnant!"

Dean laughs along with me for a minute then becomes serious, "You know, I really thought it would work. Rebecca, I didn't mean to…"

"I know," I assure him as I move next to him and turn to look at him. "And if I had had a way to contact you when that test was positive, I would have." I look up at him and the expression on his face and in his eyes takes my breath away. The display of complete adoration and love is evident.

"I don't have any plastic wrap but do you-" I begin but am cut off when his mouth covers mine. I willingly open my mouth when his tongue sweeps across my lips. We kiss until we both need air and part ways, panting.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Absolutely, Dean. I have loved you for 14 years. I want this. I want you."

Dean picks me up bridal style and I direct him to my bedroom.

As we undress each other, we both take notice of the changes in both of us. He traces a fingertip along the stretch marks that litter my body and I observe the muscles and scars that weren't on him before. I kiss each one as if he is made of glass.

When he drags his boxers off, I gasp. "You're, um… bigger than I remember."

He smirks and leans down, kissing me softly. "Don't worry baby. I'll go as slow as I did the last time."

He grabs his jeans and pulls out his wallet. I see the foil packet as he rips it open and rolls the condom down his length.

He crawls over me and hovers above my body. "I love you Rebecca Quentin. I always have." His kisses distract me completely as he enters my body. The feeling of being full overwhelms me and I have to disconnect from him to catch a breath.

"Fuck Dean," I exclaim. "I forgot how good this felt." We lock eyes and breathe each other's air while my body adjusts. As soon as I adapt to him inside me, I speak up. "Ok, move."

For over an hour we are connected until both of us find our release, together. He reluctantly pulls out and away from me to discard the used condom as I glance at the clock.

"Oh shit," I utter, clambering to get up and get dressed. "Whitney will be home in 15 minutes.”

When our daughter comes through the door, Dean and I are sitting at the kitchen table, as if just a few minutes ago we weren't in the throes of passion. Dean only stays for a few minutes after she arrives, saying he has to go pick Sam up and head out of town.

He gives Whitney a hug and it pulls at my heartstrings, seeing them together. He approaches me and hugs me. I can tell he doesn't want to let go; I don't either. Ultimately he pulls away and heads for the door, looking back at us one more time. We follow him to the door, watching him get in the car and back out of the driveway.

I hug Whitney to my side as we watch the taillights of that black car from my past disappear. The boy I loved, the man I love now, disappear with them.

"That was him, wasn't it?" she asks, timid and quiet.

"Who, hun?"

"My dad. That was my father, right?"

I look down into her usually bright green eyes, this time though they were dull and tear-filled.

"Yea," I sighed out. "Yea it was."

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living-dead-parker · 6 years

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Spider Kiss - P.P

Summary: A loopy Peter makes a rescue mission nearly impossible. Inspired by this Game Grumps video

Warnings: cussing, mistakes as usual, a Deadpool cameo, aged up Peter but he’s always aged up in my imagines so there’s no difference here

Word Count: 2.03k

"Dad, is it really safe to be up here? All five of us?" you whisper loud enough to be heard by your father in front of you. The sound of your voice ricochets off the walls of the vents, though only the five of you could hear your voice. Tony sighs, pausing for a quick minute. Not something you want in front of your face.

"Is anything we do safe?" Tony asks. His tone is sarcastic, causing you to roll your eyes. You huff in response, wanting to flip him off or something. "Plus, we're saving your weird spider boyfriend." he adds. You nod, remembering the end goal.

Peter had been taken hostage by Fisk for some unknown reason. Most likely to get a rise out of the Avengers and whatnot. It all happened two days ago, so who knows what kind of state Peter could be in when you do find him. Your mind began to race about the unknown, the worry beginning to hit you in waves again. After five more minutes of crawling through the vents, you see your father stop in his tracks.

"I see him." he whispers. He looks down for a minute or two before finally opening the vent and dropping down. You follow in his steps, seeing Peter tied to a chair. He still has the suit on, except for the mask. His eyes are closed but he soon begins to stir. A weird smell begins to hit waft into your nose, but your suit detects it.

"Nitrous oxide." you say, reading the information your AI, Salem, shows on screen in your suit. Tony sighs, looking at Bucky, Steve, and Nat.

"Cover up, buttercups. Or else you're gonna feel higher than the empire state." Tony says. You offer Nat a handkerchief that you carry with you at all times. She gladly takes it, wrapping it around her nose and mouth.

"We'll step outside and keep an eye out." Steve offers, leading the way out. He opens the door, stepping out and being followed by Bucky and Nat. They stand outside while you and Tony get to work on setting Peter free.

"Watch out, there's a little spider goo in there."

You and Tony pause for a brief second, eyes going wide and brows furrowing. His voice came out slurred and in a laughing tone. The gas was obviously having an effect on him, so you two tried to hurry. However, as you removed the zip-ties holding him in place, seeing that they were in fact covered in his webs. You groan in disgust, not too fond of the sticky substance as it comes into contact with your hands. Peter groans slightly as his eyes open wider, revealing his bloodshot look. Obviously, they were pumping out what would be lethal amounts for normal people, as it would take more to get Peter to feel it.

Tony sets him free completely and you move to help him up. He goes limp in your arms as you pull him up, but he's fairly easy to carry as he's very light. Peter wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

With a loud smooching sound, he pulls away. "Spider kiss."

Tony rolls his eyes as he leads the way out of the room as you help Peter out. He has no control of his own body, so you wind up carrying him bridal style. Nat and Bucky look at the young man in your arms with raised brows, unsure of how to approach asking about. They don't even know if they should ask about it. Steve and Tony lead the way, leaving you and Peter in the middle, while Nat and Bucky walk behind you. Everyone is looking around the building searching for exits and entrances. The group treads lightly, remaining silent.

"I'm hungry! Where are the burritos? Spider munch." Peter yells. Your eyes widen as you notice two figures turn at the end of the hallway. Tony and Steve freeze in their spots and you can hear Nat and Bucky curse under their breath.

Two men become four. Then six. They all stand in a straight line, approaching the group with their guns held up. You sigh, telling him to stand up. He says he can't, which you only slightly believe, but deep down you know he can. You set him down and watch as he stands still, looking down at the floor. Almost like he's concentrating on his feet.

"Peter, what the fuck are you doing?" you whisper yell, getting Bucky's attention in the process.

"The more focus I have, the more I will heal." he says, hissing at the end. Cue the collective eye rolls.

"Peter, I know you're still fucked up, but I know it does not take this long for you to completely heal. Peter giggles, running into the edge of a wall.

"I can't go over slight curves. Ahh! Not...in...my...spider powers." he screams. Your eyes go wider as more people are coming in to the hall. He can't seem to turn and people are approaching from behind him. Tony and Steve are already in a full on battle with soldiers from one side, Bucky and Nat battling others from another side, and here come more from behind Peter. He turns around and notices the men walking your way.

"Hah! What were you guys thinking, 'Everybody stand up in a perfectly symmetrical formation so we can individually get beaten up my Spider-Man.'" Peter mimics as the soldiers approach. You groan and push Peter against the wall, keeping your back on him and pushing him towards the wall to keep him sheltered and hidden behind you. He wraps his arms around your torso as you begin to fire at the men approaching.

"Peter please shut the fuck up."

"Spider-Man doesn't get shot!" he yells. Suddenly, a bullet lodges into the wall right next to his head. You turn and look at the damage, expecting Peter to have gotten hurt, but the drowned out look in his eyes never falters. "Yeah that doesn't count." he adds. More bullets are fired, almost hitting the two of you. "Oh no bullets, my only weakness!" Peter continues to yell.

"Peter, I need you to help me out a little here, please." you beg him. Though, in his drugged state, you know he can't.

"They have guns and I have just being a spider, which is not as fun." he complains. Groaning, you shield yourself with your arm, briefly turning to Peter.

"It's not about being fun. It's about not dying here, Pete."

"What if I just kiss them? Spider kiss." he says in a fake movie-like voice. You weren't sure what to expect but that wasn't it. He giggles, leaning up and walking in front of you, bullets nearly missing him. You go to grab his arm but he tugs it away. He walks up to one of the guys and punches him. He continues to fight the soldiers, narrating it all.

"Spider punch, spider kick, spider kiss, spider punch!" he yells. The soldiers in front of him stop, looking just as confused as you do. Suddenly, Tony and Nat are running in to help, but they just watch as the confused soldiers do nothing.

"What was that?" one of the soldiers asks.

"Spider kick?"

"No after that"

"Spider punch?"

"What-no! Befo-never mind!" the soldier says as he approaches a swaying Peter. Suddenly Peter leans in and pecks the soldier on the cheek.

"Spider surprise!" he yells. He goes up to everyone and does the same, followed by Peter kicking them all in the groin.

"Stop kissing everyone!" you and Tony yell.

"Stop kicking everyone? But It's one of my main moves." he whines, moving back as the soldiers lean down to hold on to their aching crotches.

You all fought the remaining soldiers on that level, making sure to take them all down. Peter kept yelling the word 'spider' before anything he did. Spider running, spider kick, spider breathe, and so on. At this point, it seems like the gas wore off and now he's just running with the joke. As you reach a new floor, you see more soldiers, lined up and waiting.

"Tony and Y/N said I can't kick people anymore, so i'm gonna have to kiss everyone." Peter tells Bucky as they team up to fight off some soldiers. Bucky ignores the younger man, not knowing how he would even respond to that. "I'm gonna web up the enemies, that'll make them easier to kiss." he adds, webbing up the soldiers and letting Bucky have at them. He joins Y/N as he sees her struggling with three soldiers on her.

"Where are all the men at? Ah more men to kis-to punch!" Peter yells. The men stop their movements, unsure and uncomfortable with Peter's current state. He takes the chance to take them down, the pieces clicking in Y/N's mind as to why he continued with the bit. It made the soldiers uncomfortable and weirded out. However, the idea of asking Peter how much he hangs out with Wade nowadays becomes almost irresistible now.

"Peter watch out!" you yell as a soldier sneaks up on Peter. He might be better now, but he's still a bit disoriented, so when the blow of getting punched hits him, he groans, falling to the ground.

"Oh, spider hurt.:" he groans. Peter regains his composure as you help him up. The team finishes up in the room they were in, heading down a hall again and seeing three men in at the end of the hall, trying to get into a room, but they seem to have trouble in doing so.

"I forgot my password, luckily you guys remembered your lips." Peter says, approaching the three men. The statement causes Tony to roll his eyes and look over at you. He asks you if that's the man you're really dating. With a proud and eager nod, you answer him with a yes. He is your boyfriend, even if he is out here kissing other men to make them uncomfortable. "I forgot my password, but i didn't forget my kiss-word." he adds.

A familiar voice suddenly speaks up, causing Tony, Steve, and Nat to visibly glare at the ground. You all turn, seeing the familiar person heading your way. "That was a smooth one, Petey-pie!" he says.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Wilson?"

"Love ya too, Stark! Y/N you look cute as a button, mind if I steal your boyfriend to take me men-kissing around town later. I promise I won't kiss him." he adds.

"Wade, now's not the time. Either fight with us or leave." you say, setting your foot down. There's already one loose canon, you don't need a second one.

"I'm gonna kiss this town to safety, one gentle nibbley kiss at a time," Peter says as he takes follows Tony and Steve out of the hall. "I stop kissing I stop saving."

Before they know it, they've made it back out. Peter looks around, the light of the sun blinding him as he's been confined to a dark room for two days now. He covers his face, holding on to you for support. You wrap an arm around him to help him out of the building.

"Spider cuidado, piso mojado." he mumbles quiet enough for you to hear. A small giggle escapes your lips, unsure of what to do now.

As you look over, you see the cops are taking in Fisk. Peter turns to you, resting his hands on your hips and smiling down at you. Admittedly, your heart rate began to pick up, your palms grew sweaty and your smile grew wider. All worry went away as you held the younger man in your arms. He begins to lean in, all eyes on the two of you. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean in as well. He pauses before either of you can close the gap.

"Quick get to the kissing zone! Quick get to my lips! Hurry!" he says. Tony sighs, feeling disappointed at the man for ruining the cute moment. However, you didn't care. Leaning in, you closed the gap all the way, finally giving in to his request for a 'spider kiss'.

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peter-parkouuuur · 5 years

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Chapter 1: Only Angel (Girl Crush - Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Accidentally deleted Chapter 1 so here it is! Thank you for the notes Xx

If you happen to stumble upon this fanfic, kindly read the prologue first, just so you’ll get the gist of it all.

ILY!

PROLOGUE

Marty opens the car door for Y/n the moment they stop in front of Founding Farmers, the usual brunch place Y’n and her friends. Not wanting to show everyone how hungover she is, covers her eyes with sunglasses before stepping into the building.

“There’s our little miss Drunky-drunk-drunk.” Mia greets Y/n as soon she arrives at their table.

“Ha ha. If you must know, I sobered up the moment I arrived home.” She clarifies sitting next to Andy.

“I mean if my parents were lawyers and one of them happened to be the President of the United States, I’d rather stay sober for life just so they wouldn’t be able to see right through me,” Andy states.

“Welcome to my life.” Y/n sighs.

“So how was your morning?” Andy starts.

“It was fine… My dad talked my mom out of screaming at me. Plus, he had guests over, so there’s that.” Y/n just shrugs her shoulders before eating a piece of the remaining scrambled egg on her plate.

“Well, that’s good. Did you tell them that we were watching a concert tonight?” Mia asks.

“What? We’re going to watch Harry again?” Y/n questions.

“Uhhh yeah?! He gave us tickets plus backstages passes last night… Don’t you remember? Heck, you were even flirting with him a little bit right before you puked.” Mia smiles pitifully at her.

“I don’t remember half of last night. Oh my god did I puke in front of him?” Y/n panics.

“Well he told us you felt like you had to vomit, so he kind of helped you with that one.” Mia replies.

“Funny, I can’t even remember it happening.” Y/n scrunches her eyebrows.

“That’s because the guy couldn’t keep his hands off you. He was like a magnet. You are the luckiest girl in the world, you know that?” Mia sighs.

“Please! He’ll forget about me the moment he leaves DC. Plus, he’s not my type.” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“Okaaaay.” Andy mimics.

Y/n tries to recall the events of last night, not remembering the exact details.

Last night….

The three girls all look at Harry in shock, not actually sure if they’re seeing the same person.

“Are you going to pay for that?” Y/n asks him.

Andy pinches Y/n by the arm, Y/n yelping in the process.

“Sorry about her. Hi um…. We just watched your show a couple of hours ago actually…. You were really good.” Andy apologies for her friend’s frankness.

“It’s alright… and thank you! It was a small show, I actually prefer smaller shows, to be honest, it’s more intimate.” Harry looks at Y/n with a slight smirk on his face.

“Your cover of Little Big Town’s song was so good by the way.” Mia compliments, almost as if completely forgetting her breakdown a while ago.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your names. You are?” Harry reaches his hand out to Mia.

“I’m Mia.” She giggles as soon as they shake hands.

“Hi, I’m Andy.” Andy acting all casual over their handshake.

Y/n could literally roll her eyes right in front of them right now and it wouldn’t make a difference, these girls were obsessed with Harry Styles and the rest of One Direction.

“And you are?” Harry reaches his hand out to Y/n who just looks at him with no expression on her face whatsoever.

“I’m Y/n.” She takes her hand in his as their handshake lingered longer than that with her friends’.

“Are you here with someone?” Andy interrupts their short lingering moment. Y/n taking her hand away from his.

“I am. My band and my mates are on the other side of the room.” Harry replies.

“If you guys were on the other side of this place, how’d you end up here?” Y/n asks.

“Well, a little birdie told me that the President’s daughter was here,” Harry smirks at her.

“Looks like you already know who I am, I don’t see why you needed me to introduce myself to you.” Y/n retorts.

“I know, but I figured I had to find a way to get you to hold my hand.” Harry takes the bottle from the table and pours vodka on the empty shot glasses.

Andy and Mia give each other the knowing look. Looks like everyone is immune to the American Sweetheart label that comes along with Y/n and her family.

“That was pretty straightforward of you… Do you do this with every girl you see?” Y/n questions.

“Hardly. It’s not every day that you bump into a daughter of a world leader. Plus…” Harry moves closer to Y/n’s ear.

“I think your friends have a thing for me.” He whispers.

Y/n looks at her friends whose eyes are as wide as saucers. She just giggles at the sight of them and looks directly at Harry whose face is centimeters away from hers.

“They do.” She affirms his statement.

“And what about you?” He smiles at her.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Y/n replies.

A grin forms on Harry’s face.

“Well, it’s going to be a long night for us then.” Harry hands shots to both Andy and Mia as the two happily oblige.

Harry offers her a glass with a hopeful smile on his face, showing off his irresistible dimples.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” Harry takes Y/n hand and puts the tiny shot glass in her hand.

“Cheers!” Harry exclaims, clinking bottles with Andy and Mia.

Y/n doesn’t even give him enough time to clink with her and takes the shot in less than a second.

“But seriously, are you going to pay for the drink we bought?” Y/n asks.

“How about I give you guys something better.” Harry reaches for the tickets inside his coat pocket.

“No way!” Mia squeals.

Andy happily takes the two tickets for her and Mia.

“Do you just carry tickets around and give it to random fans or something?” Y/n laughs.

“Only this one time.” Harry winks at her.

“I’ll take that as a yes from them.” Harry laughs, Harry, offering her the last ticket from his hand.

Y/n reluctantly takes the ticket from him.

“Thank you.” Y/n smiles at him.

“These have backstage passes written on them! We’re going to meet you again tomorrow?!” Mia gasps.

“Well yeah…. It’s the only way I could see your friend again.” Harry puts an arm around Y/n’s shoulder.

“Y/n, I know you said we were going to watch a movie at your house tomorrow, but this sounds way better. We have to go.” Andy squeals.

“Wow, you really are making your way into our friendship group, you know that?” Y/n giggles, looking at her friends’ excitement for tomorrow’s concert.

“If it means I get to talk to you more often, yes. I am going to carve myself a spot.” Harry retorts.

Y/n just shakes her head and removes Harry’s arm around her.

“I’m gonna need a few more drinks.” She pours vodka on the shot glasses.

“That’s the spirit!” Harry cheers.

The whole night was going extremely well for the three girls and Harry who invited his band and friends to join them as they form one big table and drink their hearts out. Y/n finishes her 15th round of shot, her eyes blurring by the second as if she could pass out.

“You okay there?” Harry catches Y/n by the arm.

“I’m fine.” Y/n tries to push him away.

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water.” Harry leads her to the nearest chair.

“I don’t need water. I just need 1 more drink.” She groans.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Harry laughs.

“I don’t think I have.” She bops her finger on the tip of Harry’s nose.

Y/n tries to sit up but accidentally loses balance, grabbing onto Harry’s shoulders.

“Falling for me already?” Harry smirks at her.

“Whoaaa….” Everyone in their table stops talking and looks at the two obviously hearing Harry’s flirty little comment.

Alex and Mitch begin to slow clap with Clare and Sarah following suit. Andy and Mia just laugh at their banter.

“That was a good one, Styles.” Mitch pats Harry by the shoulder.

They all go back to normal but Y/n was still feeling a bit uneasy

“You wish.” Y/n let goes off him and stands right back up again.

“I’m just saying, I’m always here to catch you, you know?” Harry flirtatiously states.

“I’m not really one to fall for every musician who flirts with me.” Y/n retorts.

“Are you saying there are other guys?” Harry jokingly gasps.

“Hah. I wish.” Y/n scoffs, only to realize how pathetic she sounded.

Harry just smiles down at her awkwardness. He hands her the glass of water which she obliges to drink.

“God, that sounded pathetic didn’t it?” She grumbles.

“I think it was cute.” Harry ruffles her hair.

“Hey now, I’m not a puppy, don’t go touching my hair like that.” She complains.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He giggles, putting an arm around her shoulder.

Y/n feels herself getting dizzier by the second. She leans her head against Harry’s chest.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” She warns Harry.

Harry signals Andy and Mia.

“I’m gonna bring her to the girls’ toilet. She’s feeling a bit lightheaded.” Harry tells them as the two just nod their heads and go back to their conversation with Clare and Sarah, Harry’s keyboardist and drummer.

“Come on.” Harry holds Y/n by the shoulders, leading her to the comfort room.

“Can we get McDonald’s fries after this?” Y/n asks Harry.

“Of course we can.” Harry just chuckles before opening the door of the girls’ comfort room.

Present time…..

“I totally forgot about the whole flirting thing. God, I sounded ridiculous.” Y/n grumbles.

“Oh please. If I were you, I would’ve been all over him. The way he did those advances at you, it’s like it was his first time to meet an American girl… and he dated the whitest girl on earth, Kendall Jenner.” Andy retorts.

Y/n makes a disgusted face.

Of course, Harry only dated models. He looked like a model, himself. She didn’t feel like there was anything special with her apart from the title she’s been carrying for three years.

“If it’s any consolation, I think they broke up.” Andy winks at Y/n.

“You have got to stop turning us into your OTP or something, I’m not into him.” Y/n replies.

“Lies. He’s exactly your type!” Mia protests.

“And how would you know what my type is?” Y/n asks.

“Uh… Don’t you remember your first boyfriend, Wesley? Curly hair, brown eyes, had a dimple on the left side of his cheek? Captain of the school soccer team?” Andy states.

“Wesley and I dated for like what? A year? You only named 1.” Y/n clarifies.

“Christopher from Model UN doesn’t ring a bell? Also had brunette curly hair, blue eyes, and a jaw that could cut diamonds…. Shall we go on?” Mia smirks at her.

“Well this one is different, he’s not my type.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders before taking a bite of the remaining bacon on her plate.

“Right…” Andy sighs, looking at Mia knowingly.

“I mean….. He didn’t do anything right? Or at least, we didn’t do anything stupid?” Y/n inquires.

“Not that I can remember… Andy and I were talking to Clare and Sarah the whole night. You and Harry had your own world the moment he invited his friends to join our table.” Mia replies.

“We’ll see what he has to say later.” Andy winks at Y/n.

10 minutes before the concert…

“This is so exciting! This is the first time I got a meet and greet pass.” Mia squeals.

The three friends are joined by 4 members Secret Service as requested by Y/n parents. Everyone was looking at them, probably recognizing Y/n and her guards. There were girls screaming Y/n name, causing other people to look and gasp.

“Ms. Y/n, we were told by the organizers to let you pass through the back entrance,” Marty informs them.

Y/n and her friends didn’t argue and followed suit.

“Marty, who contacted you?” Y/n asks her bodyguard.

“Mr. Styles’ manager… I was given strict orders to coordinate with their people for your safety, as per request of your parents and Mr. Styles himself.” Marty answers.

“God, I should really drag you to more gigs just so I could avoid the long lines.” Andy jokes.

“Same here! Can you at least visit me in Chicago for the weekend, like when school starts?” Mia asks Y/n.

“If I could, I’d visit the both of you every weekend, California on Saturday and Chicago on Sunday…. But we all know I don’t make the rules.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders.

The guards point to the door and tell the three girls to go inside.

“Are we gonna be standing with the rest of the crowd or do we get to sit further?” Y/n asks Harry’s guard.

“For your safety, you’ll have a separate area beside the stage. The crowd can get a bit wild in the middle of the concert, throwing water and bras at Harry.” He replies.

“How lovely.” Y/n retorts.

“Well, I for one want to throw water at him.” Andy laughs.

They pass through the backstage where Harry’s band is preparing.

“Hey, Sarah!” Mia greets the drummer.

“Oh hey, guys! Good to see you again. Y/n, good to see you walking with your two legs.” Sarah giggles, giving the three of you a hug.

“Yeah….. Wasn’t my finest moment.” Y/n sighs.

“Who knew America’s Sweetheart couldn’t take her vodka shots?” Sarah retorts.

“In my defense, we had a pre-game before the gig and I drank like 15 shots.” Y/n raises her arms in defeat.

“Or maybe, you just wanted Mr. Styles to catch you when you fall.” Sarah jokes.

“Definitely.” Mia and Andy agree.

“Please stop.” Y/n grumbles.

“We need to go out now, Ms. Y/n. The show’s about to start.” Marty reminds them.

“Oh yeah! See you out there, Sarah! Break a leg!” The three of them hug the drummer before heading to the side of the stage.

Marty leads the girls out, some of the fans see Y/n and her friends and begins shouting her name. She waves at them shyly, not wanting to draw attention to herself in someone else’s event.

The arena went pitch black and soon enough Harry begins to sing Only Angel.

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see

That I'm still the only one who's been in love with me!

Harry begins to walk around the stage, sashaying his hips while singing the song.

She's an angel

Only angel

She's an angel

My only angel

He then walks to the left side of the stage and waves at the fans (in a cool way). He makes his way to the right side and notices the three girls. He smirks while singing along, casually hinting a bit of flirtatious smile at Y/n.

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine

As I went about my business through the warning signs

He points at Y/n the moment he sang the second verse, getting loud screams from the fans who noticed the subtle move done by Harry. He adjusts the collar of his Gucci button downs and points at the love bite present on his neck, while still casually singing the song, then walks away with a cheeky grin written on his face.

“Did you give him that hickey?!” Mia exasperates.

Y/n pauses for a second, trying piece her memories from last night, before gasping loudly.

“I think I did?” Y/n mutters, completely speechless.

CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3

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Title: at last, sunrise

Synopsis: Rapunzel gets kidnapped, Varian gets adopted, and a couple of evil hoodlums get what’s coming to them. All in all, it’s a good day.

Notes: I mentioned in my fic daybreak of the victor that Rapunzel sees Varian as her little brother, and I kind of wanted to write more on that? So here, have this—fluff, humor, feels, and sibling bickering/bonding all in one.

I’ve said this before, but—as much as I adore writing character development, it is so nice to explore the after, too.

Didn’t edit this nearly as much as I usually do—please let me know if you catch any mistakes!! (Also, I’m always open for feedback or constructive criticism, so please, don’t be afraid to tell me if you think something doesn’t quite fit!)

This fic is a prequel to two other fics of mine, daybreak of the victor (which can be read here or here) and the problem with politics (which can be read here and here). You don’t need to have read these fics to understand this one, but it does provide some background for the fic!

AO3 Link for this fic is here.

The tunnels beneath Corona’s castle are the stuff of nightmares. No matter how many times Rapunzel has been here, they are unchanged. Dark, damp, and as frightening as they were the first time she stepped through them. They are lit by a ghastly green glow, thin and weak, barely illuminating the floors, and even an extra lantern cannot quite pierce through the darkness that surrounds them. They are always full of dust and cobwebs, danger lurking around every corner. They are mystery incarnate, holding secrets and threats Rapunzel can only guess at, a place of constant peril.

“Princess,” Varian says, from behind her, voice dark with irritation, “if you don’t stop laughing, I’m going to have to gag you.”

They are walking side-by-side in the tunnels, Varian holding the lantern above their heads to light their path. On Rapunzel’s shoulder, Pascal is nestled into the hood of her cloak. At the moment, none of them are quite looking where they are going— Varian is giving Rapunzel the stink eye, Pascal is having conniptions, and Rapunzel is currently dying.

“Oh!” Rapunzel says, and slaps a hand across her mouth. She can’t quite stop giggling, however. “Oh, Varian, but their faces!”

A smile twitches at Varian’s lips before he ruthlessly squashes it, scowling at her so forcefully it looks more ridiculous than threatening. In the light of his lantern, she can see his cheeks go pink. “Stop, stop it, I was improvising!”

“It is I, Varian! The Alchemist! Come to enact my revenge!” Rapunzel mimics, and has to stop, she’s laughing so hard. She places both hands on her knees and wheezes. Tears bead in her eyes. “Oh, Pete! Stan! I’m so sorry!”

Varian elbows her. “Stop laughing!” His cheeks are bright red, the tips of his ears burning. “I had to improvise, okay? I didn’t know they would come back right when I was sneaking you out! You said Cassie was keeping them distracted!”

“No, no, it was good, really!” Rapunzel insists, and clasps a hand to her mouth before she can burst into hysterical giggles all over again. “Very convincing!” she squeaks out through her fingers. Her voice is high and strained.

Varian gives her a disgruntled look, unconvinced. “Somehow I do not believe you. Why is that?”

Rapunzel takes a deep breath, shaking her head to get her laughter back under control. “Oh, I’m sorry, Varian, it’s just…” She bites her lower lip, grinning into the back of her hand at the memory.

He’s not wrong about Cassandra, she had promised to fill in—alas, Pete and Stan must have somehow slipped her notice. Varian had reacted very well, all things considered, and it probably would have been okay, dramatic speech and all, except… well. Varian hadn’t been wearing his alchemist’s mask at the time, and instead of intimidating, he’d just looked rather panicked. A bit like a startled rabbit, honestly.

In other words— Adorable.

“It was just… so… you,” Rapunzel decides finally.

Varian reels back at this, overblown offense on his face. He waves both hands in the air, the lantern swinging wildly in his grip. “What! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rapunzel wavers her hand back and forth in a vague gesture. “Just… you.”

He scowls at this, turning his back on her with a dark mutter under his breath. He raises his voice, sounding peeved, not looking at her. “…This is a kidnapping, you know. I’m kidnapping you. Just so we’re clear.”

Rapunzel looks down at her unbound wrists and unchained feet, the frying pan at her side. She looks back at Varian, at the comically serious expression on his face, the near pout he is just barely biting back.

Her choice is instantaneous. Rapunzel sags dramatically against the wall, as if her knees have gone weak, Pascal bawling fake tears on her shoulder. “Oh!” she says, pitching her voice high and breathy in pretend terror. “You dastardly fiend! You have captured me! Taken my only means of escape! Whatever shall become of me!”

“Why is it, that you’ve only gotten more embarrassing with age?” Varian complains, but he’s grinning despite himself. He shakes his head and shoves at her shoulder. “C’mon, move it, we gotta go! We’re burning lantern-light here, night won’t last forever.”

Rapunzel fakes a stumble and Pascal gives a nice theatrical wail. “Ah!” Rapunzel says, pretending to cower at the wall. It takes everything she has to not cackle at the look on his face. “Don’t hurt me, dear sir! Mercy! Mercy on me!”

Varian stares at her for a long moment in contemplative silence. “I’m gagging you,” he decides finally, and Rapunzel laughs so hard she falls over.

See, it starts like this: the separatist group of Saporia decides to threaten war.

To be more precise—the Separatists gather up their weapons, terrorize a few villages, somehow manage to get an alliance with a neighboring kingdom (Damn it, King Trevor, Rapunzel thinks), and then they make an ultimatum: give us land or else.

Now, this would be a very serious and not-at-all laughing matter sort of situation, if the Separatists hadn’t done it in such a way that Rapunzel is helpless to do anything other than stare at the missive and say, “But… that’s… so stupid?”

“Honey, they’ve infiltrated our kingdom.”

“But we know their base?”

Her father sighs at her. “They want us to attack them, Rapunzel. They have the treaty with Equis for that reason. If we crush them publicly, as a kingdom, without a crime that King Trevor can’t excuse—well. Equis can retaliate. It will break into full-blown war.”

Rapunzel arches an eyebrow. “Then… don’t attack them publicly. We can send men in disguise!”

Her father crosses his arms. “How many men? They’ll know it’s us if we send an army. Trevor—” He practically growls the name, “—will immediately suspect. We can’t send more than two or three people, and we most certainly can’t do that.”

The solution to that, of course, is simple. “Send me,” Rapunzel says without thinking, and gets promptly banished to her room.

Thanks, Dad.

Sometimes he’s good at respecting her choices, Rapunzel thinks absently, tapping her quill against her lips as she writes her letter. Other times, her father can be rather exhausting.

The difference between now and then is that nowadays, Rapunzel had no more patience for it. Her father has forbidden her from infiltrating and taking out the Separatist group? Fine. She’ll just sneak out and do it herself.

Of course, it never hurts to have help.

It’s easy, grabbing a hold of Varian—easier than it would have been a few years ago, before he returned to Corona. All she has to do is borrow Owl and send him off with a message, and then she meets Varian in a secret location a few days later. He always comes, when it is Rapunzel asking; she suspects lingering guilt.

Two days after she sends the message, she arrives at the Snuggly Ducking, a usual meeting place of theirs. Varian is already there waiting. He stands the moment he sees her, walking quickly to her side, pale with worried. “What is it?” he asks without any delay, searching her face. “What’s wrong?”

Rapunzel places a hand on his shoulder, and he jumps at the contact, blinking fast. “Calm down,” she tells him gently. “I’d have said if it was anything immediate. Come on, let’s sit. Have you eaten?”

Only after they order some food and drink, and Rapunzel has secured a private room from Lance, does she finally sit down to talk. The room is small, but secluded, the walls secure from eavesdroppers and attackers alike. Two small chairs and a small wooden table is its only furniture.

Rapunzel settles down in her usual chair, and rolls out the map for Varian to see. The door opens before she can speak, Lance sweeping in with their food. Rapunzel gives him a sincere smile. “Thank you, Lance. I’ve missed your cooking.” She glances at the plate and gasps in delight. “Ooh, and pie, too?”

“Of course! Anytime, little lady, if it’s for you,” Lance replies warmly. He sets down the plates and ruffles Varian’s hair with a grin. “Anything for my favorite customers! Lemme know if you two find any more buried treasure like last time, y’hear?”

Varian bats his hand away with a scowl, and Lance laughs deep from his gut, walking away. “I’ll keep the eyes off your back,” he calls after them as he exits. “Go save the kingdom or something for me!” He pokes his head through the doorway to point a finger at Varian. “And you, kiddo, you better let me know if you’re staying for dinner.”

Varian mutters under his breath and brushes his hair back into its usual style, tying the strands behind his head in a loose pony-tail. “Yeah, yeah. I’m staying.”

“Wonderful! I’m making your favorites, then. It’s a special day, after all!”

Rapunzel waves at Lance’s back as he exits and turns to Varian the moment he’s out of sight. “Special day?” she asks with interest.

“Doesn’t matter,” Varian dismisses, waving it off. “Lance is just being—Lance. Mother-henning me.” His hand drops, and Rapunzel suddenly finds herself pinned under a fierce stare. Varian is practically bouncing in his seat, his fingers tapping hard against the table.

“Now can you tell me why you wanted to meet?” he asks, without any more delay. “Usually when its small stuff I meet with Cassie or Eugene, so, it’s something big, right?”

Rapunzel shakes her head, more amused by his impatience than offended. “Here,” she offers, pointing out the mountain hideout. “Have you heard anything about the Separatists lately?”

Varian leans over, eyeing the map. “Yes,” he admits. “I sent Cassie a letter about them this morning, actually. They’ve been… weirdly active. Bolder than usual.” He looks up. “The royal family knows?”

“And the guards.”

He frowns at this. “But then why haven’t they…” Realization flickers across his face. “The Separatists—they have leverage?”

“What they have,” Rapunzel says, “is a deal with a King who is willing to defend their right to be Separatists.”

Varian clicks his tongue, catching the subtext. “You can’t attack without inciting war, can you.”

Rapunzel snaps her fingers at him. “Exactly. Or, arrest them for being Separatists without getting the same result. Basically, we’re checked!”

Varian frowns. “It’s checkmate, actually. Checkmated…?” His face screws up, and he coughs into his hand. “…Anyway, you are acting weirdly peppy for this conversation topic? It’s a little freaky? Not like, bad freaky, but—”

Rapunzel snaps the map closed, cutting off his ramble. “That, my friend,” she says with dramatic grandeur, “is because I have a solution.”

Both eyebrows rise up, and a smile twitches at the corners of his mouth. “Okay…?”

Rapunzel clasps his hands in hers and leans forward over the table so he can’t escape. “Varian,” she says solemnly, “how do you feel about kidnapping a member of the royal family?”

Varian freezes.

Rapunzel grins.

“Oh, no,” Varian says, very quietly, and that is when Rapunzel starts laughing.

“I don’t know why I had to be the one to come,” Varian grumbles, hours later.

“Quiet!” Rapunzel hisses back. They are crouched in a bush, ducked underneath the many branches and leaves. She cannot help but be thankful, for once, that her long hair is now cut short; even unbreakable, it would have been a pain to lug around and hide. “Do you want them to find us?”

“I dunno, do I?”

Rapunzel frowns at him, disapproving, and Varian subsides with a sigh. His shoulders droop, his attitude falling to uncertainty. “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea, okay? What if we get caught?”

“Easy,” Rapunzel says, and hefts up her frying pan. “We get to practice! It’s been a while since I went all out, y’know?”

“Well…”

“You have your staff, don’t you?”

“…I do…”

“And all your alchemy concoctions?”

“Well, not all, but…”

Rapunzel studies his face and gentles, smiling sympathetically and nudging at his shoulder. “Remember a few years back?” she asks, soft. “When you and I went into the tunnels, and fought our way through all those boobytraps?”

“Yeah,” Varian says. “And then I stole a useless flower, betrayed you and the kingdom, and started making what turned out to be some of the worst decisions of my life?”

Rapunzel punches his shoulder, a move reminiscent of Cassandra, unamused by this. “Before that. Just— just the tunnels. The moving walls, the traps, the collapsing floors…”

“The automaton,” Varian offers, brightening a little, as Rapunzel knew he would. Science has forever been Varian’s love. Even just the mention of the robot is enough to bring a sliver of joy to Varian’s face.

She beams at him. “Yes, exactly! The automaton. We worked together pretty well then, didn’t we?”

His smile is sudden and startling, small and uncertain but bright. “…Yeah. Yeah, we did!”

She nudges his shoulder again. “That’s the spirit! And I mean, after having faced such a… a marvel of ancient scientific achievement, what are a few goons?”

This time, Varian grins, all teeth. “Easy pickings?”

Rapunzel matches his smile, bolstered by his good mood. “Exactly! So chin up, okay? Don’t worry. I’m here with you— we’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Varian says, and this time he really sounds like he means it. Rapunzel tugs a twig from his hair and tells him the rest of her plan with a wicked smile.

Varian matches her grin with one of his own, laughter in his eyes. “Aw, you’re right,” he says, warmth in his voice, “we do make a pretty good team, Princess.”

“I seek an audience with the to-be King of Saporia,” Varian says coldly, shoving Rapunzel forwards. Rapunzel stumbles in her footing. Her arms are wrenched tight behind her back, tied with rough twine and twisted so she can’t get free. There’s a gag around her mouth and fire in her eyes, the hook of Varian’s staff circling her throat.

At the entrance of the mountain hideout, home of the Separatists, the look-outs hesitate, stepping back, glancing uncertainly between one another. Neither of them speaks.

Varian’s eyes narrow, shoulders drawing back. He grabs Rapunzel’s arms and forces her to her knees so that he can point the staff at them, instead.

“Well?” Varian snaps. He makes a terrifying sight, in this midnight darkness— a tall and snap-thin teen, all angles, with dark circles like bruises beneath his eyes and deep shadows across his cold face, a wicked scar trailing across one cheek. Varian tilts up his chin and jabs the staff in the look-out’s direction, the alchemical concoctions tied to the tip glowing a sickly green-and-yellow. “Get going, before I decide to find him myself.”

One guard steps back, but the other steps forward, sword held out, expression uncertain. “Who—who are you? I don’t—”

“I am someone who wants revenge on Corona, same as you,” Varian says. “What more do you need to know? I have the Crown Princess at my feet and my staff at your throats. I don’t advise you make me wait any longer.”

This, it seems, is enough for the guards— without a second glance, they both flee into the hideout, vanishing into the dark, leaving Varian and his prisoner alone.

The moment they vanish, Varian’s shoulders sag, and the cold expression falls from his face. He looks down at Rapunzel in worry. Rapunzel sits up and winks at him.

“For the record,” Varian whispers down to her, “I've changed my mind. I hate this plan so much. I mean sure, they were dumb enough to both leave and get him—their hideout is completely undefended right now, I’m a bit offended, but—”

Rapunzel rolls her eyes at him, sitting back on the dirt. Pascal crawls out from behind her hair, shaking his head up at Varian from her shoulder.

“I mean, yeah,” Varian admits, squinting at the unprotected hideout entrance, scar scrunching up near his eye, “it’s nice to be respected, but like— wow, this is one of worse ones yet. The plan, I mean. I’ve met worse goons— the plan, this plan though, oh yikes.”

Rapunzel turns to stare at him, deadpan. She cannot believe him. Is he really saying this now? Here? When they are quite literally in the middle of said plan? Ridiculous.

Varian looks back. “Oh, wow. Did you learn that one from Pascal? ‘Cause it kinda feels like you learned that one from Pascal.”

Pascal squints at him. Varian nods knowingly. “Yep,” he says. “That was a Pascal-look for sure.”

Footsteps and voices echo from within the hideout, and all three of them pause, before they snap back into character. Pascal vanishes back behind Rapunzel’s hair, and Rapunzel directs her eyes to the ground, shoulders bowed in pretend defeat. Varian gingerly places the crook of his staff back at her throat.

“Positions, everyone, positions,” Varian mutters, mockery of a stage play director, and giggles nervously under his breath.

Rapunzel bites her lip to keep from laughing and shakes her head. Angry thoughts, she reminds herself. Must think angry thoughts!

By the time the Separatist self-proclaimed King and entourage turns into the light, Rapunzel is ready, eyes lowered but burning with fury. It is not hard. All she has to do is remember the threat this man poses to her people, and the rage comes quickly.

Varian’s face is once more wiped clean of emotion, his cold blue eyes glittering with malice. When he sees the Separatist leader arrive, he smiles a crescent smile, a smile too wide to be sincere, devoid of true joy and warmth.

“King of Saporia,” Varian says, calm. “I’ve come to offer you my services.”

“Have you,” says the man, but he seems non-hostile, mollified by the title Varian has granted him. He glances at Rapunzel and then away again. “A bold statement, my dear boy. Why, pray tell, should I believe you? Or even have need of such services?”

“Because I have the Crown Princess of Corona at your feet and skills you could only dream of,” Varian says, smile dropping. Silly questions always have made him impatient. “Do the math, old man.”

“The Crown Princess—?” the man starts, looking to Rapunzel for a long moment. After a second his eyes go wide with recognition. “That is—… by the Moon, it is her.”

This time when he turns to Varian, he doesn’t seem nearly as confident. “Who… just who are you?”

“One who hates Corona as much as you do,” Varian says simply. He smiles again, hard and cold as stone. “Tell me, would-be King of Saporia. Have you heard of the Alchemist?”

“The Alchemist? You?” The false king steps back. “But I heard… I heard he was much older. And you don’t look at thing like the wanted poster…”

“Is it my fault if the kingdom is full of fools?” Varian asks simply. “They didn’t want the stigma of being beaten by a fourteen-year-old; worked out well for me all these years. I am tired of this. Do you agree, King? Or should I go,” he pulls back the staff, near choking Rapunzel, and she holds her breath to keep from coughing, “—and give my gift to someone else more… appreciative?”

“No!” The Separatist leader says, panic and greed clear as day in his eyes. “No, no, my dear boy… You, you are welcome! Your company, your abilities…” His eyes stray to Rapunzel. “And your gift.”

“Wonderful,” Varian says. He smiles, much more genuinely this time, and squeezes Rapunzel’s shoulder in a silent cue. “We have a deal then. Now—”

All at once, Rapunzel breaks into motion. She twists and turns and fights with all her might, and Varian lunges at her bound wrists, pretending to struggle to keep a hold on her.

“Damn you, help me!” he shouts at the Separatists. “Bring your men out here, hurry!”

“Can’t you do something?” the leader cries out, stepping closer, nervous at the idea of his prize escaping.

“Do as I say,” Varian snarls back, acting out his part perfectly even as he dabs chemicals on Rapunzel’s bound wrists, “or Moon help me, I’ll—”

Rapunzel ‘rips’ free of the rope bindings while all are distracted and lunges for the Separatist leader. Her rope bonds fall away like water, the cords already eaten away by one of Varian’s concoctions, just as they planned. She grabs the startled leader, twisting his arm behind his back the way Cassandra taught her, and holding the rim of her frying pan under his throat, cold metal against his windpipe. “Drop your weapons!” she shouts, when all the Separatists go for their swords. “Stop moving now, or—or, the old man gets it!”

The old man gets it? Varian mouths at her, looking incredulous, and Rapunzel flushes, shaking her head at him.

The men mumble, shuffling uncertainly on their feet. Rapunzel glares her fiercest glare at them. “Well?” she demands.

They glance between each other. “…We could always get a new king,” one guard mumbles, and as one, every Separatist sword rises.

In her grip, the former Separatist leader sobs pathetically.

Rapunzel nearly drops her pan. “Really?” she says, disgusted and annoyed. “Really?”

“I told you so,” Varian mumbles, and that is when the men attack.

“Stop pouting,” says Rapunzel, an hour later, trudging through the woods. Varian follows at her heels, grumbling quietly. “We were fine!”

“You hit me in the eye,” Varian says back. “With a frying pan.”

“That was an accident!”

“You threw it straight at me!”

“I thought you were going to catch it! Everyone else always catches it!”

“Threw it at me,” Varian repeats stubbornly, rubbing forlornly at his face. “Giving me black eyes, making annoying plans, setting off flares…”

“It all worked out!” Rapunzel insists, offended by his complaints. She brushes a stray branch away from her face, ducking underneath another one, heading up the hill with a huff. “We were amazing! You didn’t accidentally say anything cheesy in a panic, I got to dramatically escape and hold a man hostage, we had a wonderful time subduing a threat to the kingdom, and we won! It was perfect!”

“Sure, they all got arrested,” Varian says. “But we had to run away from guards, and my eye hurts, and I told you so.”

Rapunzel grins at him. “And we won!” she repeats stubbornly, nudging him with her elbow.

Varian waves a hand. “Ehhh.”

“Ehhh?!”

“Yeah, that’s right. Ehhh. I think we should’ve done my plan.”

“Your plan!” Rapunzel says, crossing her arms. “What was your plan!”

Varian huffs. “Well, I may have forgotten to mention it, but—”

“Ohoho, did you?”

“—BUT,” Varian repeats loudly, “I’ll have you know it was a vastly superior plan—”

“Oh!”

“—Very well thought out—”

“I see!”

“—And it would have absolutely worked, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. So there.”

“W-ell,” says Rapunzel, trying not to laugh, adopting a lofty tone, “I’m very sorry for not following your wonderful and yet unspoken plan, Varian.”

Varian nods firmly, crossing his arms with a satisfied smile. “Thank you,” he says primly, and promptly trips over a branch.

Rapunzel catches him before he can face-plant the ground, laughing softly as she sets him upright. “You okay there?”

“Branches, too many branches. Where are we even going? This isn’t the way back to the castle!”

“That way is going to be crawling with guards for a while, so I figured we should avoid it for a bit.” Rapunzel tugs him forward, looping their arms together playfully. “I know a good place to rest, yeah? We’re almost there! Just, trust me?”

Varian goes quiet at this. When he finally responds, his voice is much softer. “Okay,” he says. His eyes are on the ground. “I trust you.”

Rapunzel faces forward, and doesn’t look back at him, doesn’t dare to. But she smiles into the shadowed brush, so wide and bright that the force of it nearly brings tears to her eyes.

She never really thought they could have this, is the thing, never believed she and Varian could ever be friends again. Those years ago, after that battle in Old Corona, she had thought that would be the end of it. She could apologize, she could give him a second chance, she could try— and maybe, things could be all right. But even then, she’d never dared to dream that this would happen. That he could forgive her, and that she could forgive him. That they could start over.

The events that brought them to this point—none of them were nice, none of them were pretty. Some still give Rapunzel nightmares, memories of a dark place, of a desperate chase, of a bloody arrow or a kingdom in ruin. She still has scars, pale and light, remnants of wounds even Rapunzel’s quick healing can’t erase entirely. Varian is missing half his ear, has a scar slashing across half his face. Eugene’s leg will never be the same; Cassandra’s back is a mass of scars.

Yet, for all the ugliness in their past, their future is bright. It is full of laughter and fun and fights that are more brawl than true danger. Rapunzel… she can never regret these past few years, not really. Not when it has brought her this future, not when it has brought her here, to a world where Varian says “I trust you,” and means it, a world where they are not enemies. A world with Eugene at her side and Cassandra set to be Captain of the Guard. A world where they are victorious.

These thoughts comfort her as they walk, set her heart at ease and keep her walk steady. When they reach her destination, she has enough good cheer remaining to make of a show of it, a low sweep of her hand and a silly smile.

“May I present to you—a wall!”

“Ah, yes, the kingdom border,” Varian says dryly. “A riveting sight. Truly amazing. It’s almost like I didn’t grow up in a border town and see it every day of my life—”

Rapunzel has already climbed to the top. “Quit sassing me and come up!”

“Princess, seriously, I already know—”

“Up!”

He sighs loudly, but starts climbing, only complaining a little bit. Halfway up, his gloves slip, and Rapunzel leans over the edge, catching him just in time. She yanks him up the rest of the way with one sharp tug. He’s lighter than she expects, though, and she pulls too hard—they go tumbling back against the stone, Varian yelping and Rapunzel wheezing when Varian’s elbow digs into her stomach.

“Ouch!”

“Ohhh, thanks for that, just what I needed, to be sent flying into space—”

“I keep forgetting how light you are,” Rapunzel says, laughing weakly, trying to catch her breath. “Eugene is right! Have you been eating regular meals?”

“I forgot how strong and how nosy you are,” Varian says in return, pushing himself up. He pats the dust from his hair. “I’m fine, Mom. I eat veggies and everything, lay off.”

“I just worry.”

He sighs at this, rolling over onto his back, arms out-splayed. “I know,” he says sadly. “You always worry. I wish you wouldn’t.”

Rapunzel has nothing to say to this, so she lays down next to him instead, arms folded on her chest, looking up to the stars. She’s quiet for a long moment, playing with her nails, before she dares to speak.

“I’m told that what older sisters do,” she says finally, hesitant. “Worry, I mean.”

Varian sucks in a tiny breath. “An… older sister,” he repeats, but his voice breaks on the words, makes it a question.

“Yes,” Rapunzel says. She tangles her fingers, untangles them, tangles them again. She has called Varian her brother before—just once, a year ago, and it had seemed right to do it—but she has never laid claim to the title in this way, mentioned herself as a part of his family, rather than just him as a part of hers. “If… if that’s okay?”

Varian is quiet, quiet for a long time, his breathing rasping faintly in the air. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough, wet with unshed tears. “…Yeah,” he says. “Yeah. I’ve… I’ve never had a sibling before. Its— I don’t… I don’t mind if— if you are.”

Rapunzel lets out a relieved breath, grinning up at the sky. “Okay,” she says, beaming at the stars. “Okay.”

“Do—do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you mind? Calling me— your brother. After everything.”

She rolls onto her stomach, pushing up on her elbows so she can reach out and tweak his nose. He yelps, hands flying to his face, and she laughs at his expression, confusion and childish annoyance clear as day in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” she tells him, warmth curling in her heart. She twists to sit up fully, legs dangling over the edge of the wall, the wind blowing through her hair. “How many times are you going to ask me that? You’re my brother. I told you that ages ago. Ah, you’re so silly sometimes.”

He laughs, or maybe cries, or maybe it’s something a little of both. He sits up too, next to her, one hand still rubbing at his nose. His eyes are blinking fast and he is hiding a smile behind his hand. “Ugh, where do you get off saying that? Remember the tunnels? Oh, you dastardly fiend—”

“May I remind you,” Rapunzel says with a grin, “of, It is I, Varian! Come to enact—”

“Okay okay! I get it, you win, can you please not remind me of that?”

Rapunzel breaks off into laughter, and after a moment of hesitation, Varian laughs with her, the last of the tension bleeding out from his shoulders. The wind blows cold against their faces, still clinging to the winter chill even in this early spring. In the distance, the capital city and the castle are awash in light, a glowing beacon on the horizon, a radiance gathering at its edges. It turns the far-off hills into black silhouettes, stains the clouds a brilliant gold and pink. Dawn is soon approaching.

Rapunzel smiles out over the kingdom and reaches out with one arm to hug Varian to her side on impulse. “Happy birthday, little brother,” she tells him, and kicks her feet over the edge. “Nineteen’s a big year—I know mine was. I hope you had fun tonight.”

He freezes in her hold, sucking in a sharp breath, stiff in her arms. “I didn’t know you—”

She grins at him. “A little birdie told me.”

“Who?”

“I think you’ll have fun finding out, won’t you?”

He pauses at this, and then sighs. “Lance. Oh, damn. There's gonna be gifts in my main hideout, isn’t there?”

“Better head to the Snuggly Duckling and pick them up before you go!” Rapunzel chirps, refusing to feel ashamed.

“You’re all terrible,” Varian says, but he is smiling, cheeks flushed with pleasure. “What, was this—this whole thing, was it—”

Rapunzel laughs sheepishly, one hand rising to pull at a strand of her hair. “Sort of…? I mean the Separatists, they were a legitimate issue, but… Yes.”

“I still don’t get how what we did solved anything,” Varian admits, picking at a loose thread in his vest. “Won’t King Trevor just declare war now? I mean, being a Separatist is a crime, but he’ll probably defend them against that charge, so…”

“Oh!” Rapunzel says, grinning back at him. “Actually, it’s pretty simple. See, you attacked and kidnapped me, and you made a deal with the Separatists— I can vouch for that. Ergo, because of that, they are guilty of aiding and requesting an attack on a princess, ergo this is a crime King Trevor can’t excuse, and thus— We charge them for the crime of assault, and since we aren’t persecuting them for being Separatists, King Trevor can’t throw a fit over it, and we leave them all to stew in their untimely demise.”

“Nice,” says Varian.

“I know, right? I make good plans.” Rapunzel pokes his side, and he squeaks in surprise, leaning away from her. “Nice subject change, by the way. C’mon, be honest. It was fun, wasn’t it?”

Varian smiles, a bit sheepish, his eyes bright. “Okay, okay. It was.” He takes a deep breath, looking as if he is about to speak, and then shakes his head. Abruptly he leans forward, twisting in her hold to hug her properly, both arms squeezing tight against her back, his hair brushing her cheek.

He has let go and pulled away before Rapunzel can react. “Thanks,” Varian says, very carefully avoiding her gaze. "For— for everything.”

Rapunzel blinks at him, still surprised by the sudden hug, and then smiles, soft and gentle. She feels like she's on cloud nine, so happy she could sing. “Of course.”

Varian shakes his head again, and stands suddenly, turning away. It cannot hide the tremble in his hands, the tears in his eyes, or the smile on his face. “I should go now,” he says awkwardly, fiddling with his clothes. “I still have…”

He waves his hand, looking frustrated, and Rapunzel nods knowingly, taking pity on him.

“I get it,” she says kindly. “Take care, Varian.”

He looks back at her. “You too, Princ…” He stops then, and smiles. “Rapunzel,” he corrects, and Rapunzel beams back at him, delighted.

They help each other down from the wall and Rapunzel wraps Varian in one last bruising hug before he can scamper off. For a moment he hesitates, and then his arms come around and hug her back, just as tightly.

“Goodbye, Varian,” Rapunzel says, squeezing him hard before she pulls away, hands resting on his shoulders. “I’ll see you soon.”

He grins up at her, for a moment looking every inch the boy he once was, the boy he still is, the boy she met years and years ago. “Bye, Raps.”

She waves him off and tries not to laugh when he leaves, because he is walking in the direction of the Snuggly Duckling. She hopes Lance doesn’t tease him too much, or throw too big of a celebration; she hopes he likes the gifts they all have left for him. She hopes tonight was as fun for him as it was for her.

She turns her face towards the sunrise and starts the long walk home, discussing with Pascal her story for how she ‘escaped’ her kidnapping. There is happiness in her heart and warmth brimming from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She feels happy. She feels victorious.

All in all, she thinks, watching as the sun crests over her kingdom, it has been a good day. A good day, a good year, a good life. It is the happily ever after the tragedy, the sunrise at the end of the long night. They may have struggled to get here—but in the end that sun shines all the brighter to their eyes because of it.

Her story has ended at last, and this ending—this happily ever after they have all been left with—it is one she has come to love, with every fiber of her being.

She walks home to her family without fear, led on by the rising sun, and not once does she think to look back.

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Lebeaux Desrosiers flashed that saintly smile at Luke as the smith entered laden down with tools and supplies. Looking rather like a pack chocobo. “There’s the humble craftsman I recognize.” He declared brightly, snapping the journal shut and extending his arms out wide in a welcoming gesture. “It was almost strange seeing you in your own shop, in your element so to speak. This is a look that suits you far better. Well done arriving nearly on time.”

Luke Gravespast watched Lebeaux with a lifting brow, the expression something that was judging. "And sometime you should tell me how you did find that place... given that was not an updated location. You are quite... enterprisin'." Almost slowly, his mind shifting, did the bum hick start to crawl out more. "Nau' my fault that y' didn't like the dust... it wasn't too dusty though, aye?"

Lebeaux’s arms lowered as Luke approached, lest the hyur mistake the gesture for an invitation to embrace. Fury only knew what the man had rolled in before he came through the door. Sawdust or engine oil or some such. “It’s not a very good business model to prevent potential customers from knowing your shop’s address, is it?” He teased in return, mourning silently the fallen consonants. “To be entirely fair, it was less dusty than I had expected, yet could still do for a wipe down. Speaking of of, I’ve just finished clearing some of the dust away from my own renovations. Come along and take your measurements, I’m eager to have your estimate.” Gloved fingers twitched to beckon the blacksmith to follow along like a good puppy.

Luke might have walked right up for a hug - the Limsan blacksmith was a friendly man, after all, and the invitation would've been accepted. But then Lebeaux lowered his arms and the man let out a slight sigh as he came to that halt, heel kicking back on the ground as he stood and snorted. "Me shop was a nice cleaned up place, at least t' me, aye?" More hick time as the man seemed to be entirely back aware on something. "But if your place is ready I c'n look it over now, and then I can end up my measurements t' lay the grounding in?"

Lebeaux considered it lucky he had dropped his arms when the blacksmith stopped short. Generally, people tried to stay out of range of his too-long arms, but he wondered if the hyur would really risk it all for the sake of a smudge of oil on his new white waistcoat. Perhaps. He didn’t want to find out at the moment. “To you, of course.” He agreed, letting that statement speak for itself. “This way.” He turned on his heel and tucked his journal under his arm, leading the way down the hallway to his private rooms.

Luke snorted as he fell into step behind Lebeaux - the man shuffled the weight of his kits and supplies, the shuffle of them causing his tools to hit hard against each other. And his expression had a twitch of an eye at the man followed, mouthing 'to youuuuu' behind the elezen's back as he wove down the hallway. When he entered, he set the heavier of the two bags down with a THUNK against the flooring, not quite enough to have likely damaged it. Likely.

Lebeaux stood aside after entering the door, fingers lacing neatly behind his back as he absolutely basked in the ostentatious ambiance of his new and improved offices. Now that he was going to pin the bill on some other hapless suckers he had gone all out to bring as much of ‘home’ as he could to Shirogane. He smirked smugly, peering down his nose at the blacksmith, though his eyes narrowed briefly as the bag of tools was dropped onto the tiles loudly. “Anything you damage or dirty beyond repair will be deducted, of course. Bear in mind that a good portion of this is imported.”

Luke lifted a brow staring at the stained glass windows as if dumbfounded. Or, perhaps, using their sheer presence to make the silent statement of 'no shit' to the elezen. "Aye, aye, ain't damaged nothin' anyroad, did I?" He lifted the bag, looked it over, and then let it lower, this time with finess and grace. "No damage, see? An' tell me which are the rooms you want the system inside of, so I can accurately measure the placements I'm gonna need. An' some of this I might need to lay foundations in the ground, unless you're willin' to take a slightly less robust system."

Lebeaux smiled sweetly all the while. “I’m not threatening you, that’s rather not my style.” He explained calmly. He preferred to strike without any indication, generally speaking. “I’m giving you fair warning.” Entirely different. “I wouldn’t want you to complain later if something unfortunate did happen. This way.” He walked across the sitting area to the first set of sliding doors, opening one and waving the other inside. “My office. I lost quite a bit of valuable research in the flooding and gale force winds. This should be the primary focus.”

Luke skirted his attention around to look at the room as he moved, whistling at the changes and shifts before he stepped into the office proper, pulling out a notebook from the bags at his waist and starting to make drawings. "Y' jus' pick some odd ways t' warn," the man muttered, a brow lifting before he started to earnestly take down a sketch of the room itself. "Whole place? Or just the desk...."

“I would like the entire room aether null when active, with the control point at the desk.” He moved towards the piece of furniture and moved a hand along the underside of it. “A panic switch somewhere along here would suffice. If it requires more wiring or connections than feasible there, the book case will do in a pinch.” He explained motioning towards the shelves behind the desk. After a moment he tilted his head somewhat. "Would you prefer written warnings? Or perhaps pantomimed."

Luke wiggled the writing stick in the air at the snarky comment, moving around and then pausing, making a gesture. "Gonna need t' sit there an' figure the bes' place," he said with an apologetic, affable smile.

Lebeaux stepped aside, sweeping into a theatrical bow. “But of course, do try to enjoy it.” He practically purred before he straightened up. Plainly amused by the hyur sidling around his desk to sit in the ‘big’ chair. The medic settled himself on the edge of the desk instead, folding arms lightly across his chest to observe the proceedings. “Shall I get you the thumbscrews so you may complete the look?

"You'd scream t' much," he said with a patently amused grin, hopping over the desk and sitting down on the chair. And then actually demonstrating why as he put his hands on the desk and started to mimic a rather odd set of movements, except they were approximations of the elezen's gestures, played on Hyur.

Lebeaux unfolded an arm to lift a hand to his chin thoughtfully as he observed the strange movements the other was making. “Mm, I haven’t had the silencing warding put up here yet. That would cause an awkward situation.” It took him a moment to figure out what the flourishes and finger wiggles were. “I know a man who when I ask rhetorically, ‘what did I say’ will repeat verbatim what I’ve said to him for the past half-bell.” And that could be quite a lot. “Are you doing the same, save with my mannerisms? I’m flattered…”

Luke finally seemed to settle on a place of the desk where many of Lebeaux's gestures gave him ample closeness to before he blinked, looking at the elezen with a lifting brow. "-what? Oh, eh, somethin' close t'. Movements, people, stuff liek tha', how they move, sorta tells y' where to make sutff, aye? All right so the options y' have inside your usual gestures?" Luke pointed out two spots that were within easy, normal movement range for Lebeaux, with his approximations. Spatially he had to have even accounted for the difference in reach and height, standing up and dusting his shirt off in case there were wood shavings that would possibly be left behind.

Lebeaux tilted his head and dropped his hand back down. “Ohh? Not just enjoying getting to sit in my chair and pretending to be me. Aren’t you thorough.” He looked at the spots indicated. “Either of those is acceptable. I would prefer the left so I’ll be less likely to accidentally trigger it…” His expression flattened as the other brushed off. There weren’t any visible shavings or flecks of dust or blonde hairs left behind, good enough.

"Sit down an' demonstrate reachin' for them both, I want t' make sure that you won't get irritated la'r an' make me re-build that point for interfacin'." His voice had just the edge of command and order to it before he smiled, the blacksmith looking as affable as the La Noscean coast was sunny.

Lebeaux blinked blankly before the smile returned from its briefly deflated state. “La-ter.” He corrected. Rather than get up he swung long legs over the desk and hopped down onto his feet without unsettling the vase of tulips. He settled into his chair and extended both arms languidly to check how comfortably he could reach either proposed point.

Luke watched as the elezen sat himself down - and the blacksmith watched the draw, with a snort at the correction. "La'r," he repeated, a distracted frown as he hopped back around the end of the desk and the made a gesture for elezen to repeat the motion - and hopefully the man would take the gestures as orders and suggestions and still obey them, or at least realize that they were important. "You're payin' me fer thorough," he recalled with that air of focus, then looking up, silver eyes watching the elezen almost critically. Surely not? "Or y' will be, if y' set me up t' meet that other contac' y' have, or are y' jus' gonna pay me more....?"

“Lay. Terr.” He corrected back, landing heavily on that ‘t’. Hands moved in slow, fluid arcs as he mimicked the gestures the other was making. A strange little game of imitations though he was taking care to perform each of the motions as gracefully as possible. “I’ll introduce you to the contact as soon as I’m satisfied you’re well on your way to fulfilling my orders first and foremost.” He explained calmly. A bit of petty jealousy, perhaps. Or a little unspoken rivalry with said contact.

"....y' really need me t' speak -proper- fer this?" He was, perhaps out of kindness, not adding another mimic of 'later' with his usual horrible butchering it its pronounciation. But while Lebeaux mimicked the gestures with grace and refinement Luke folded his arms and watched again. And then made a sharp gesture, cutting Lebeaux off mid-motion just before the end or repetition of his gestures. "A'gith, left will fit inta yer motions easier, it looks anyroad." And then he sighed as the man spoke sound business sense: make sure Luke didn't get enough work that he could afford to snub his nose at the man who'd put him in thumbscrews.

Lebeaux carried through the gestures anyways, all the way through the sharp one to signal the end of the exercise. Once it was finished he settled his hands primly back in his lap. Smiling with what may have been mild amusement all along. “Really, you should speak properly in any circumstance. Not merely when pressed or panicked.” He teased lightly. “I’m doing you a favor by correcting you now to ensure you don’t make a fool of yourself later.” He preened. “You’re welcome.”

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#lebeaux #luke gravespast #slowly annoying each other to death #but look!#progress on that anti mage defense

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