#pete has just found out who the traitor is and I’m excited

[ciaraloves]

Okay, I'm not trying to come into your asks to cause trouble I'm just confused and a little concerned. I'm really really glad you're watching and enjoying kp, I'm always so happy when I see someone new in the tag freaking out, it brings me so much joy. However, your condemning kimchay because of a few years age difference while simultaneously being pro vegasporsche is making my head hurt. I'm all for shipping whoever you want to ship, but the amount of ick ew kimchay I'm seeing from you when vegas literally tried to SA porsche is uh... idk it doesnt make sense. Kimchay is completely g rated, and a few years difference is really nothing at all, especially in comparison to SA. Like, I'm honestly hoping you can explain your thoughts on this cause, uh, what? Anyway, welcome to the fandom?

hi anon

okay I am going to answer this in two parts

1. I am not a kimchay anti or some kimchay hater who’s going to fill the kimchay tag with terrible takes and derogation of them. once I finish kinnporsche I will have absolutely zero interaction with kimchay, and beyond a reblog or two of kinnporsche content I probably won’t interact with the kinnporsche fandom. so I promise I’m not out here trying to establish myself as a fandom regular and/or a kimchay anti I was really just voicing my thoughts as I was watching the episode

2. even if the age gap isn’t that big (as far as the last couple anons and people have said chay is 18 and kim is 21?) their relationship in general doesn’t sit well with me.

it looks like chay’s feelings are coming from a place of admiration, worship and puppy love -> there’s nothing wrong with this but it does highlight how young and naive he is

whereas kim’s feelings (or rather actions) look to be coming from a place of “curiosity” and “i wonder what would happen if I did this thing-“ and not really any feelings of love or care

(aka the: “I love you, do you love me?” scene really shows both chay’s naivety and kim’s feelings)

I just think chay is too young and innocent to be engaging in a relationship with someone like kim who is not only older but lives a lifestyle full of violence and trauma. the gap in emotional maturity is huge (even if the age gap isn’t)

all this being said, I can see from the anon’s I’ve gotten and the interactions I’ve had with the kimchay live-blogging posts that this seems to be a very needled topic in the fandom and therefore I will probably strive to stay far away from it while I finish this show

thank you for asking so gently :) I really appreciate it. and I hope I don’t spoil your (or anyone else’s) kimchay appetite.

I very much live by the philosophy: ship who you want to ship it’s all fake and happiness is the only thing that matters

I also live by the philosophy that the things we interact with in fiction do not translate to the things we are okay (or not okay) with in real life. it’s about knowing your boundaries and using critical thinking to say, “hey this is pretty fucked up and if I saw this in real life I would be disgusted and scared but this is a fictional universe where the actions and consequences of characters are contained within this piece of media and I am interacting with it without engaging in those actions in real life. my feelings for the content are based within the context of the show and not within what I do or don’t do in real life”

sending gentleness always :)

#I would also like to clarify I’m not pro or anti anyone #I just see things I like and dislike and I yell about them with fervour #this is about as far as my interaction will go #now that I’ve rambled on endlessly I’m going back to watching #pete has just found out who the traitor is and I’m excited #ciara watches kinnporsche #kinnporsche #anon loves #ciara’s convos

[izzyhandswhore]

Hi, could you write something about reader being on the revenge when the english get there? Like they were worried about izzy after the duel and then they realize they might never see him again just for him to show up, being the one who sent the british? So the reader is pissed but also happy to see him again

((Absolutely I can!! This is something I think about all the time so I’m v excited for this one. Couple of notes: Izzy and reader are implied to be in a relationship or something close to one in this and also the reader is implied to have some sort of history with Jack, though both of these things are kept kinda vague so everyone can hopefully enjoy. On that front, this is a gender neutral reader also <3))

:readmore:

So. This was how it ended.

Your career as a pirate, possibly your whole fucking life.. All over before it really began and at the hands of the fucking English.

That was the part that stung most. Izzy hadn’t been around for a while but you could hear him in your head tutting and cringing at the very idea.

Something heavy tugged at your heartstrings. Not for the first time you hoped Izzy had made it somewhere safe after the duel. You hoped he’d found whatever his version of peace was and that word would reach him about whatever fate awaited you.. Against everything, you even hoped you’d see him again one day.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a British soldier roughly grabbing you and hauling you to your feet, practically dragging you from one end of the deck to the other to join the rest of the captured crew. You snarled but didn’t bother to struggle. After all, where was there for you to go? You grunted as your body hit the ground and spat at the soldier’s boots as you sat yourself up again, cursing when you missed.

“No fucking way..” You heard Black Pete mutter beside you.

You frowned and glanced over to him. Your tiny act of rebellion hadn’t been that impressive. It was then you noticed he wasn’t looking at you. None of the crew were. You followed their gaze across the ship.

“Izzy!” You gasped, instantly lighting up, ignoring the groans from the rest of your crew mates. Their opinion didn’t matter because Izzy had come back, just like you’d said he would. He’d picked an awful, awful time to come back, but the important thing was that he had and whatever happened next, you’d be together again. You smiled and waved as he looked over at you, but he did neither back. In fact, he looked horrified.

Your smile slowly faded as you realized something was wrong and your excitement turned to ice cold dread. You tried to throw a questioning look Izzy’s way but he simply averted his eyes and turned his attention back to the captain's trial. You did the same.

"....But a friend of the Crown has prevailed upon me to remand you to his custody. You shall be released to Captain Hands in exchange for his service to the King." The world stopped. Vaguely, all around you, you could hear the crew rightfully call Izzy out for the traitor he was. You could feel their eyes burning into the back of your skull but you refused to look up. You refused to look at anyone. All you could do was stare dead ahead and try to pretend like this wasn't happening. Like you weren't the world's biggest idiot for standing up for that rat and like the crew didn't have every right to rub in your face and say they told you so and - Oluwande clapped a hand on your shoulder and burst the little bubble you'd made for yourself. "I'm sorry," he said softly, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before letting go. Being a pirate there wasn't a whole lot that could make you cry these days, but that little bit of kindness came damn close. All the same, you grit your teeth and clenched your fists. You did what all pirates did and turned your hurt into rage. At least you tried.

You looked back over at Izzy who was talking to Ed. You couldn’t hear what was being said but you certainly heard the sickening thwack as Ed knocked Izzy to the ground. The crew cheered but you just looked on with a pounding heart and racing mind.

The chaos that ensued after that past by you in an anxious blur. Of course though you were as happy as the rest of the crew when Edward called his Act of Grace and saved Captain Bonnet’s life. You made doubly sure to join in when everyone was vouching for him being a fearsome pirate, even looking Izzy square in the face as you claimed, "Captain Bonnet's the bravest pirate I've ever known." Finally he and Ed were taken away and you and the crew were left to your own devices. Izzy wasted no time barking orders and putting the crew to work but it wasn't long before Ivan pulled you aside and quietly let you know that the captain would like a word.

So down you went to the captain's quarters to be met with Captain Izzy Hands. For a moment he looked pleased to see you, instantly rising to his feet as you entered the room. That brief happiness quickly vanished when he realised how angry you still were.

“I’ve bought us a bit of time but we don’t have long,” Izzy said. He still wouldn’t quite look you in the eye. “I imagine you have a lot of questions.”

“No shit,” you replied bitterly, “just what the fuck do you think you’re doing!?”

“Saving us!” snapped right back, circling the chaise lounge and steeping closer. This wasn’t the Izzy you knew. He seemed frenzied and desperate and completely out of his depth. “Don’t you see? Edward wouldn’t listen to me, but I know you will.”

You opened your mouth to ask just what the fuck he was talking about.. But he was right. Despite everything, you were going to at least hear him out. You took a breath, planted both feet firm on the ground and gave him room to talk. Izzy braced himself in a similar way and planned his next few words carefully. "I was never going to let anything happen to you," he began, "Jack was supposed to take you and and Edward away before - " "Jack," you interrupted, your eyes blowing up wide. Somehow that little detail had escaped you but of course it all made sense now. You could feel hot, electric anger surging through you as you realized what he meant. From the look on his face, Izzy seemed to realise he'd fucked up too. Izzy held his hands up and took another step towards you, "now listen to me - " "You sent Calico fucking Jack to come get me!?" You exclaimed with horror, stepping back and stopping him in his tracks. For the first time, Izzy's betrayal felt personal. "You were never going to be alone with him!" Izzy reasoned, "Edward was always going to be there with you, he wouldn't have let anything bad happen, he would have protected you!" "You were supposed to protect me!" You reminded him. A lump formed in your throat but you pushed through it. "Isn't that what you always told me you'd do!?" A heavy silence fell over the room then. Izzy's hands fell to his side and any anger he'd been holding fell away. He looked defeated and tired. There wasn't a lot either of you could do but stare at each other. "I'm sorry," he said eventually, taking you completely by surprise. He began crossing the room toward you again and this time you let him. He only stopped once you were within arms reach. His voice and body language was softer now, more hesitant and unsure. He reached out and gently placed just his fingertips on your arms. "You have to realize that I'm not the enemy here. I didn't sell you out, I sold Bonnet out. And even then.. You really think I'd have cooperated with royal fucking arse-kissers if I had any other choice? I could have just sent Jack to kill Bonnet, but I didn't. I tried to do what was best." You opened your mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. He was wrong. So wrong, and yet.. You couldn't deny that you'd rather have him here and wrong then not here at all. You'd rather be arguing than spent another lonely night in your cabin wondering where Izzy was or if he was even alive. When you looked back up again his face was somehow closer. You could feel his breath on your skin. "I lost Edward to all this," he said, "tell me I won't lose you too. Please." You exhaled and noted for the first time that you were shaking. Izzy strengthened his grip, but only slightly. It wasn't a trap, it was support. The support you needed, the support he needed.. It didn't matter. Edward and Stede were gone and Izzy was here. Maybe that was what mattered. Your gaze fell to his lips, to his eyes and back again before you leaned in and kissed them. Relief practically radiated from Izzy as he kissed you back, touching and holding you uncharacteristically gently and carefully. You suspected he might be on eggshells around you for a while, but that was fine. His bare hand cradled your head as you both finally pulled back.

"I missed you," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper now. "I missed you too," you told him, "but this doesn't mean you're forgiven." Izzy finally smiled then, wicked and sharp. "I don't need forgiveness. I just need you with me."

#izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #ofmd #our flag means death

[thearvariblues]

Day 7: “You’re so beautiful.” + your favorite trope

I couldn’t pick one, so the tropes are “there was only one bed” and “found family”.

You can find the whole fic using this tag, or you can check it out on AO3. :)

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“And now we go through the last door…” Vegas’ voice says just as the door starts to open. “And look who it is! Who is it, Ven?”

“Pa!” an excited child in his arms shrieks.

“Venice!” Pete beams, extending his uninjured arm. “Oh, my precious baby, pa missed you so much…”

“Just Ven?” Vegas grins and places his son on Pete’s lap.

“I saw you yesterday. Thoroughly.”

“Ugh. Gross,” Macau says as the door slams shut. “Though I heard pretty much everything about your seeing each other from Chay.”

“He’s the one to talk,” Pete chuckles and holds Venice close to his chest. “My little baby. Is dad taking good care of you, sweetie?”

“No!” Venice proclaims.

Pete raises an eyebrow.

“Traitor,” Vegas grins. “Don’t mind him, he just found a new favorite word.”

“Oh, have you, Venice?”

“No.”

“Just watch. Venice,” Vegas chuckles and kisses the top of the child’s head. “Did you miss pa?”

“No!”

“I see,” Pete laughs. “Well, I suppose it’s better than… the word uncle Porsche taught him.”

“You mean shit?” Macau asks, sitting down on the foot of Pete’s bed.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Macau,” Vegas says in English.

“Love you too, big bro.”

It seems that Venice hasn’t heard the word, though, as he is too busy cuddling up to Pete.

Vegas smiles, watching as Pete wraps his free arm around the child do support him and hold him close.

“You’re so beautiful,” Vegas murmurs. He places his hand on Pete’s knee and gently squeezes. “What did the doctor say? When will you be allowed to go home? Should I bring my torture kit to make him cooperate?”

“No need, love. He can release me tomorrow, if I promise to rest and you promise to do all the housework.”

“Love, I already do most of the housework.”

“Excuse me?!” Macau says.

“Or delegate it on low-cost laborers,” Vegas grins. “Though you could always argue that Macau and his fashion sense are anything but low-cost. Your fault entirely, sweetie.”

“You’re so fucking amusing, hia.”

“Language,” Vegas says automatically, then turns back to Pete. “You know, if I go grab my kit, I’m sure I can make him release you today. In like… twenty minutes.”

“Vegas.”

“All right, I can do it in ten, but I didn’t wanna brag.”

“Vegas,” Pete repeats. “It’s fine. I can wait. It’s not like I won’t make it one more night without the three of you.”

“The thing is, P’Pete, I don’t think hia can make it one more night without you.”

“Macau! I told you–”

“Why?” Pete blinks, turning his head to the young man. “Is it Venice? I know he can be a bit whiny when I’m not around, but I’m sure Vegas can handle him just fine. He looks good. He’s fed, clean, happy… Are you happy, Ven Ven?”

“No.”

“Right, thank you for your input, baby,” Pete laughs.

“It’s not Venice, P’Pete.”

“Macau, I’m warning you, shut your–”

“Vegas,” Pete says calmly, and Vegas goes perfectly silent. “What’s the problem, Macau?”

“Hia’s been sleeping on the couch in Venice’s room since you got shot,” Macau replies, completely ignoring the warning glare Vegas shoots him. “I asked him why, and he said he didn’t wanna sleep in your bed when you aren’t around. Said it was too empty.”

“Oh, Vegas…” Pete coos. “You’re so sweet.”

“If anyone hears about this, both of you are dead,” Vegas growls.

“Too sweet,” Pete grins. “Hey. I just got the bestest idea!”

“Is it torture kit time?”

“No torture!”

“Damn. What is it, then?”

“You can sleep here with me! All three of you, if you want! It’ll be fun! Vegas, you’ll drive home, pack Venice’s things, something for you and Macau…”

“We’re in a hospital, P’Pete. I don’t think it’s allowed–”

“The main family’s hospital,” Pete interrupts him, waving a hand. “We can do anything we want. And if anyone has any problem with it, I’ll just call Tankhun and he’ll arrange it for us. Though then we’d be risking him and Pol and Arm joining the sleepover, too.”

“It’s a lovely plan, Pete, but I’d like to mention there’s only one bed,” Vegas comments.

“Yes. One big, awfully empty bed.”

“And four people.”

“You can hardly count Venice as a person,” Pete protests. “Come on. He’s slept with us before when he was sick. As did Macau, after he got his heart broken by that stupid guy in his school. And this bed is bigger than ours! Could we get a new, bigger bed, by the way? It can be quite handy, you see, as proven yesterday…”

“Phi!” Macau whines.

“Come on, Vegas. It’ll be fun. I’m sure Venice is gonna love it, too.”

“Oh, really?” Vegas lifts his eyebrows and bends down to Venice. “What do you say, young man. Do you want to sleep here with pa and dad and uncle Macau?”

“Yes!” Venice states, and Pete bursts out laughing.

“All right, then,” Vegas chuckles. “You win. We’ll sleep here.”

*

The bed proves to be more than big enough for all of them.

“Who needs a bed this big, anyway?” Macau says from behind Vegas’ back.

“Ask your friend Chay, he’ll tell you,” Vegas smirks into Pete’s hair. “Or you can ask Porsche and Kinn. Or Big and Chan.”

“Does everyone in this family fuck in their hospital beds?”

“Pretty much,” Pete nods, his healthy arm wrapped around already sleeping Venice. “Remember your recovery, Vegas? We had so much fun…”

“You know what, P’Pete,” Macau says and Vegas can feel the mattress move, presumably as Macau lifts himself up on his elbow. “Most of the time, I’m really glad hia found you, but it’s definitely not now.”

“Shut it, you,” Vegas yawns, holding Pete closer to his chest. “Or do you want Pete to run away from us?”

“As if I’d ever run,” Pete murmurs. “I couldn’t live without my family. I love the three of you. Even the annoying teenager.”

“Phi!”

“Sssh. You’ll wake Venice up,” Vegas says. “Stop talking and go to sleep. Annoying teenager.”

“You’re annoying,” Macau grunts, but he lies back down. This time, though, he hugs Vegas from behind. “But I love you, hia. You too, phi.”

“Love you too, annoying teenager,” Vegas smiles, earning himself a pinch in the side. He decides to let it go unpunished for now. He’s sleepy, warm and content, and he wants to stay like this a bit longer.

And if he accidentally adds just a little too much chili in Macau’s dinner tomorrow, well… That still counts as revenge, right?

He kisses the back of Pete’s neck and closes his eyes.

#kpweek2022 #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #pete phongsakorn #my fics #kpweekfic

[omgrachwrites]

The Princess and The Duke - Chapter Nineteen

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As the Princess of Spain, you were always supposed to marry King James of England to make an alliance between Spain and England. When he marries a woman at his court for love, you are married off to his best friend, Sirius Black the Duke of Bedford to keep the alliance. However, the court is riddled with secrets and a rebel in the North starts to rise against the Throne. Royal AU.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 2596

Disclaimer: This gif don’t belong to me!

A/N: I can’t believe that the next part will be the last one :( thank you guys so much for all your support and love for this series, I couldn’t do this without you! I’ve obviously changed canon for this part, I didn’t want it to be too samey and from the beginning of this, I had a different idea that I changed at the last second because it will be more sad this way, I’m sorry! Hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Nineteen - This is Halloween

Sirius smiled over at his beautiful wife as she was writing a letter to Sophia, her hand resting on her stomach, it was her due date a couple of days ago, so the baby would be coming any day now. Today it was the Halloween festival and tonight, the King and Queen were going to be throwing a Halloween feast. The court was excited to tell ghost stories on the night when the veil between the living and the dead was the thinnest. After all, there were rumours that the Tower of London was haunted by a Grey Lady.

Tensions were also running high because such an occasion as the Halloween feast would spread among the common people, and Voldemort could attack the castle. However, Dumbledore’s spells had been holding up so far, they had been for more than a year. Sirius trusted him for some reason; he trusted that the outlawed magic would be able to keep them safe.

He called over to Y/N as she folded the letter over, “you’ll have to use your family’s seal, mine is still missing,” he smiled as she nodded over at him. Sirius’ seal had been stolen out of his locked drawer a couple of weeks ago – stolen by somebody who had good skills in lock picking – and it hadn’t been found since.

“Why would anyone want to steal your seal?” she asked, sealing the letter with her own seal, taking Sirius’ hand as he placed it on her shoulder and she kissed across his knuckles.

Sirius smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “I honestly have no idea, darling. The only people who know where I keep it are my closest friends,” he mumbled more to himself, thinking nothing of it.

But, Sirius noticed Y/N biting her lip, looking nervous, “do you think that anyone had been acting strangely lately?”

He hummed thoughtfully at his wife’s question as he pressed a soft kiss to her perfumed cheek, “hmm, no one I can think of, why?” he asked and he felt Y/N tense in his arms.

“You don’t think that Peter has been acting differently? More nervous?”

Sirius laughed as he dismissed Y/N’s worries, Peter wouldn’t harm a fly if that was what she was worried about, “nervous is his default setting, he can’t get any more nervous, the man is practically scared of his own shadow.”

At his words, he felt Y/N relax slightly as she leaned her head against his arm, her lavender scented hair brushing against his skin, “perhaps you’re right, I’ve just been so worried about everything lately,” Y/N said with a sigh.

She stood up from behind her writing desk and she turned to face him, with a sweet smile she cupped Sirius’ stubbled cheeks and pressed a warm kiss against his lips, curling her fingers through his hair. Sirius smiled against her lips as he kissed her back, they’d been married for a few years now and they were about to have their third child. But he still got butterflies every time she kissed him. Even if it was the merest touch of her lips.

“You have every right to be worried after everything we’ve been through,” he smiled as he pressed his forehead against hers, “but I won’t let anything happen to us, Snivellus has been jailed and he was the traitor, you know that. Everything is going to be alright, we’re going to be fine. Would you like me to take that letter to the courier before I have to leave for the Knighting Ceremony?

Y/N beamed at him as she placed her hands on his chest, “would you? That would be amazing, thank you sweetheart.”

“Of course, darling. I love you,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek and she grinned back at him.

“I love you too.”

Sirius smiled and was on his way out of his chambers when Y/N called his name, causing him to stop in his tracks. When he glanced over his shoulder he was surprised to see that Y/N was holding up his seal. He frowned at her and tilted his head in confusion, “I found it in a couple of drawers down. Maybe you just misplaced it?”

Sirius shook his head, “no, I searched everywhere, I tore that desk apart trying to find it, it had definitely been stolen.”

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, “what in God’s name is going on?”

Sirius was still pondering on that question as he made his way down the hallways, on the way to give Y/N’s letter to the courier. On his way back, he noticed that Peter was standing on the battlements of the castle, looking off into the distance, almost like he was waiting for something.

“Pete?” Sirius called out, frowning when Peter jumped a mile high and swivelled his head to look at Sirius, “are you ready to leave for the Knighting Ceremony?”

Peter nodded, his watery eyes darting back and forth, refusing to look Sirius in the eye, “of course, let’s go,” Peter offered him a tight smile. Sirius could see what Y/N meant, he did look more nervous than usual. Shaking his head, Sirius and Peter started down the corridor, making idle small talk as they reached the Throne Room.

As Sirius walked into the candle lit room, he winced at the sweet sickly smell of the ceremonial candles. Knighting somebody always felt like a holy ceremony and Sirius supposed that it was, because James had been put on the throne of England by God himself. Sirius watched as the shaking young boy approached the throne and kneeled at the King’s feet. The boy, Arthur, was barely older than sixteen and he was about to become a protector of the realm. Sirius remembered just how nervous he had been at his own Knighting Ceremony.

James looked down at the nervous boy benevolently as he began the ceremonial vows, “do you promise to serve your liege lord in valour and faith? Do you promise to protect the weak and defenceless, live by honour and respect the honour of women?”

Arthur spoke up in a shaking voice, “I solemnly swear to do this.”

James smiled as he moved the sword from Arthur’s left shoulder to his right, “then it is my great honour to dub thee, Sir Arthur, Knight of England and Wales. Arise, Sir,” James helped Arthur to his feet and the golden haired boy turned to face the court, grinning when the court cheered for him, he now looked far older than his years.

Sirius chuckled as he clapped Arthur on the shoulder, “congratulations, I look forward to protecting the realm with you.”

Arthur beamed as he inclined his head, “thank you, my Lord. As am I,” Arthur smiled as he took the arm of a pretty young woman and departed from the room with her.

Sirius grinned as James took off his crown and got up from his Throne, “that was a great ceremony, James.”

James shrugged nonchalantly, “had to be done, the boy deserved it,” he smiled, “how is Y/N? Wasn’t it her due date a couple of days ago?”

Sirius nodded, thinking about his poor wife, she just wanted to bring their baby into the world soon, “she’s doing well, thank you. She’s just getting a little impatient now,” Sirius chuckled, “I should get back to her, because I want to be at her side this time.”

“Of course,” James nodded and clapped Sirius on the shoulder, “you must go to her, Lily and I will see you tonight.”

“Your Majesty,” Sirius bowed his head as he departed from the Throne Room.

On the way back to Y/N, he noticed that Peter was whispering in the hallways, Sirius couldn’t see the face of whoever Peter was talking with, for he was shrouded in a cloak. Peter was pointing to the North wing of the castle, where the royal chambers were situated. Sirius felt a heavy sense of foreboding in his stomach and Sirius was intent on interrupting them.

However, the voice of a servant spoke in Sirius’ ear before he could make his way over to Peter, “My Lord,” the voice was filled with panic and Sirius turned to face the servant.

“What is it?”

“It’s your wife, my Lord. She’s gone into labour.”

Sirius gasped, straight away all other thoughts flooded from his mind until he thought of nothing but, Y/N, “take me to her,” he demanded, striding down the corridor after the servant, forgetting all about Peter and his mysterious guest.

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You had been in your chambers humming to yourself as you picked out a silken dress with accessories to match for the Halloween feast that evening when you felt a searing pain shoot through your stomach. The pain knocked the wind right out of you and you clenched your fists on the end table as you cried out and then you felt the dam inside you burst, and you knew that you were going into labour with your third child. There was no denying it.

“Andromeda!” you called out, your voice a high pitched whine.

Seconds later, Andromeda scurried into the room and looked at you all hunched over, “God, Y/N! Should I get Sirius?” her eyes were wide and you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was panicking. Though, that didn’t make you feel better. You were just thankful that Johnathan and Elena were being taken care of by Remus and his wife, Mary.

“No,” you gasped as you felt another contraction and you gritted your teeth against the pain, “there’s no time, just get me to a midwife, this little one wants to come out now.”

Andromeda nodded as she helped you out of your chambers and into the hallway, “take deep breaths for me, can you do that, Y/N? Just like we practiced, do you remember?” her voice was calmer now and in turn, that made you feel better.

You nodded as you took in deep breaths, crying out at the searing pain, “I want Sirius,” you sobbed, “I want him.”

Andromeda nodded as she rubbed your back, “he’ll be at your side, Y/N. I promise,” as you passed a servant who looked at you with wide eyes, Andromeda called out to him, “you! Find the Duke of Bedford and tell him that his wife has gone into labour! Quickly, bring him to the birthing chamber!”

The servant nodded, “of course,” he squeaked before running off down the hallway.

“Thank you, Andromeda,” you gasped, clutching at your stomach.

“You’re welcome,” Andromeda gave you a kind smile as you both hurried to the birthing chamber.

You dearly wished that it was appropriate for you to give birth in your own chambers; you knew that you would be more comfortable. As soon as Andromeda helped you into the birthing chamber, the scent of lavender hit your nose. Apparently, it was supposed to calm you but at the moment, nothing but the sight of your husband could truly calm you. You had barely been situated onto the bed when Sirius came bursting into the room.

It was inappropriate for a husband to be at his wife’s side as she gave birth but seeing Sirius’ handsome – but worried – face made you feel better, “my love,” Sirius got to his knees at your bedside and took your hands in his, “I’m here, my darling,” he stroked your hair and you squeezed tightly at his hand.

“I can’t do this,” you cried, you were exhausted already and you’d hardly even started.

“You can sweetheart, I know you can, you’ve done this twice before. I know you can do it once more, beautiful.”

The midwife looked up at you with an urgent expression on her face, “you have to do this, Duchess, you have to start pushing. If you don’t, you’ll be putting your child at risk, and you don’t want that, do you?”

“No,” you sobbed, “no, I don’t want them to be at risk,” with the first push, the longest few hours of your life began.

Hours later, you lay exhausted with your baby boy in your arms as Sirius sponged your forehead with cool water, and you looked up at him lovingly. He had been such an amazing help, you couldn’t gave gotten through this without him.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Sirius grinned and kissed your forehead, stroking through your hair, “I love you too, you’re incredible and I love our son, he’s so beautiful,” he teared up as he lovingly gazed down at your sleeping son.

You smiled as you looked at the little boy in your arms, “he is,” you agreed, “would you like to hold him?”

Sirius wiped the tears of joy from his cheeks and nodded, “yes please,” his voice broke and you smiled as you passed your son over to his father. Sirius sniffled as he kissed his son on his forehead, whispering against his soft skin, “I love you little one.”

You curled one hand around Sirius’ arm as you leaned your head against his arm, looking up at his gorgeous profile. You bit your lip as you brought up the name that you wanted to give your son, “I wanted to call him Reggie, is that okay?”

Sirius looked up at you with wide eyes, his eyes were soft and warm as he smiled and pressed a kiss against your forehead, you felt his tears wet against your cheeks, “that’s more than okay, Reggie would have absolutely loved us calling our son after him. He’d always joke about it when he was alive,” there was a bittersweet look on his face as he looked down at baby Reggie, “he looks like a Reggie,” Sirius chuckled.

You nodded in agreement as you threaded your fingers through Sirius’ hair, “he really does,” you laughed tiredly as you looked at the huge grandfather clock, “we still have time to make the feast, it hasn’t even started yet.”

“Absolutely not,” Sirius gave you a protective smile, “you’ve just given birth, I’m sure that James and Lily won’t hold it against us if we can’t make it.”

A few minutes passed where you sat with your little family, Andromeda had just left so that Elena and Johnathan could meet their baby brother, suddenly the door burst open and in walked palace guards. You and Sirius exchanged a worried look as Sirius passed Reggie back to you and you felt a strong sense of fear in your stomach.

“Can we help you?” Sirius asked before he was pulled up roughly by the guards.

“Sirius!” you cried out as you glared at the guards, “what do you think you’re doing!”

The guards ignored you as they clapped Sirius in irons, “Sirius Black, The Duke of Bedford, you’re under arrest for high treason! You’ll be spending a couple of days in the dungeon until the King and Queen can arrange your trial but you don’t deserve that kindness!”

“High treason?!” Sirius almost laughed, “I haven’t even done anything to warrant me getting arrested! Y/N!” he called, reaching out for you as he was dragged from the room.

“Sirius!” you screamed and made to get out of bed when the midwife stopped you with a stern look on her face so you had no choice but to lay there with Reggie. You felt like you were in complete and utter turmoil, what had happened while you were giving birth to your child? Whatever it was, Sirius couldn’t be involved because he had been with you the entire time.

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[maxinajar]

Late Night Bonding

ok, so i wanted to write some Varian and Rapunzel sibling fluff. This is my first time writing something short, so like, I’m sorry if it isn’t my best work.

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Varian was focused on his work when he heard the door to his lab squeak open. He wasn’t expecting any company, but when you worked around the nosiest people in the world, well you expect company every day. And from the careful opening of the door plus the lack of any real footsteps, Varian had a good idea of who it was.

“Hello Rapunzel,” He said, turning around to a shocked princess. The shock very quickly faded into a smile as he walked up to her, abandoning his work for the moment.

“Darn, I really thought I got you that time,” She chuckled before crushing him in a hug.

“Hey, maybe next time wear shoes,”

“Ha, never!” She released the alchemist and then gave him a mischievous look.

“Oh no,” He stepped back a bit from the now slightly intimidating and definitely up to something royal.

“Oh no?” She said, playing innocent even as her face betrayed her.

“Whatever you have planned cannot be good,” He looked at her and knew that there was no escaping his fate. That didn’t mean he couldn't try though. 

Quickly, he sprinted around her and out the door towards the halls of the castle. He knew running was futile, but he could at least give a little fight before surrendering to whatever activity the princess had planned.

“You can run Varian! But I’m just warning you, I am the current champion for hide and seek in the castle!” He heard her call after him and laughed. Turning a corner he almost ran right into Stan and Pete.

“Woah! Why are you running? Should we be running?” Pete asked, concern growing in his voice.

“Rapunzel,” Is all Varian managed to say before he started running again.

The two guards just looked confused until said princess ran around the corner as well.

“Which way did he go?” She breathlessly asked.

The two shared a look and then turned to the princess, both pointing in separate directions.

“Traitors,” she said with a laugh as she decided to just go to where Varian was most likely to run to.

Varian arrived at the garden and quickly looked for a place to hide. Sure, he could give in, but what was the fun in that. Looking around, he suddenly had an idea for how to buy himself some more time.

Rapunzel arrived shortly after him and suspiciously looked around the seemingly empty garden.

“Varian! I know you’re here! Just come out already, you cant win!” She called out, hoping to draw the alchemist into a surrender. Suddenly, as she was walking around, her foot caught on a wire. A look of realization spread across her face before her feet were bombarded with Varian’s alchemy traps. 

“Ha, you were saying?” He said, stepping out from behind one of the many bushes. He had a smug look on his face and the neutralizing compound in his hands, tossing it back and forth between them.

“Ok ok, you win this one,” She gave in, knowing that he had indeed successfully defeated her. He laughed and then walked over to her, releasing her from his trap.

“That was fun!” he admitted as Rapunzel dragged him off to the actual activity she had planned.

“It was, but what I have planned will be even more fun!” She squealed in excitement. They hardly ever got to spend time together, with her having princess duties and him being the royal engineer. So she had planned something for them to do, a bonding activity. She missed hanging out with her little brother. She had always wanted a younger sibling, and now she had one. 

“Ok, close your eyes,” She instructed him, and he complied with only a little hesitation and a small eye roll.

“One… two…. Three… Open!” she threw open the doors to the room she had prepared them. It was one of the many many sitting rooms in the castle. She had filled it with lots of pillows and blankets, had lit the fireplace, and two cups of hot cocoa were sitting on a table with some cookies.

“Rapunzel! This is amazing!” he beamed up at her, excitement clear on his face. For all his trying to act like an adult, he was very much still a kid. She smiled back at him before running into the room and pulling him down onto the pillow pile.

They sat there the entire night, telling stories and jokes and eventually falling asleep.

When Eugene found them the next day, the two were curled up next to each other, sleeping peacefully. He smiled before exiting, deciding that waking them up would be cruel. Plus, now he had some blackmail for the kid. 

And all was well, for they had their happily ever after.

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#tangled the series #varian #tts rapunzel #tangled the series fanfiction

[foxcantswim]

Golden Horses

Post Endgame ( No-one is dead AU )

Tony has decided to adopt Peter. Morgan starts to notice something between her dad and the Sorcerer Supreme. And so do a few of the other Avengers.

(They all have a party to celebrate defeating Thanos. Tony can't help but smile at Stephen bonding with Morgan.)

(I love Pepper to bits, no shade to Pepperony)

-x-

"I'm holding you responsible if anything gets broken, Peter!" Tony pointed towards the boy, "Pepper will kill me if anything happens to Morgan."

Peter nodded as Morgan clung to his hand, "I promise nothing bad will happen, Mr. Stark."

Tony was about to comment on Peter calling him 'Mr. Stark'. They'd already spoken about him calling him 'dad'. But before he could speak, Morgan was dragging Peter off further into the Avengers Compound.

Natasha nudged Tony's shoulder, "I see he's still calling you Mr. Stark." she mocked with a smile.

"I don't think he'll believe it's true until the adoption papers are finished."

"So it's official?" she questioned as he walked over to one of his workbenches.

"Just need to speak with May a few more times. Then yeah." he fiddled with a few electrical parts scattered around the desk. His eyes moved towards the photo of him and Peter with the Stark Internship upside down in their hands. He couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face.

Natasha walked over and eyed the photo. But what really caught her attention was another photo, she raised her eyebrow as she picked up the frame, "When was this taken?"

Tony quickly grabbed the photo, "Oh, this? Nothing. It's nothing." he placed it face down on the table, stepping away from the desk.

A smirk found its way onto the woman's face as she turned slowly towards Tony, picking back up the photo in the process, "Oh, really?"

"Look, it's just some stupid photo that Pete took."

"Well it must mean something to you."

It was a photo of Tony and Stephen hugging after they defeated Thanos.

Just after Tony had snapped his fingers, Stephen was by his side telling him that he could save his life with the power of the Time Stone. Tony had to remain in his astral form for a few weeks whilst Stephen worked. He created something called the 'Infinity Reactor'. Using the technology of Tony's reactor, Stephen created a life-saving mechanism by infusing a part of the Time Stone into it. It kept him stable whilst his body healed.

As Stephen gave him the reactor, finally releasing Tony from the astral dimension, he had the biggest smile on his face and pulled the sorcerer into a hug. Surprisingly he returned it. And that's when a flash had lightened up the room. Peter had never ran quicker.

"It seems to be working." Natasha nodded towards the reactor within Tony's chest. A swirl of green flowed through it every now and then.

"I didn't quite believe it when Strange told me about the Infinity Reactor." he sighed, "When he showed me the plans I called him crazy. And when he finally gave me this." his hand rested on it, "I was shocked. Shocked that he managed to build a reactor on his own by following my plans."

"Sounds like somebody's falling for the wizard." Natasha teased as she placed the photo down.

Tony's hand dropped from the reactor, "No. No. I'm just grateful for everything he's done."

"Grateful." Clint chuckled as he walked into the lab, "Looking very grateful there, Stark." he nodded towards the photo.

"So I'm not allowed to thank someone by hugging them?"

"No." both Natasha and Clint said.

"Yeah, definitely not." Scott said as he entered.

"Is there something going on that I don't know about? Why is everyone here today?" Tony questioned with utter confusion. Suddenly, Scott had to step out of the way as a familiar young girl came running towards Tony, "Hey, Morgan. What's wrong?" he asked as he picked the girl up.

"Peter broke something." she whispered as Peter arrived.

"Traitor." he said before looking at Tony, "It was only a glass!"

Tony groaned, "This just keeps getting better." he muttered, "Look. Strange is-"

"Do you love the wizard?" Morgan asked, innocently.

Everyone did their best to stop smiling.

"Wh-What?" he looked at his daughter.

"Peter told me that you love Doctor Strange."

Tony immediately glared at the boy, "I er..." Peter cleared his throat, "I think Aunt May needs me. For... Something..." he took a step back.

Clint placed a hand on the kid's shoulder, "You took the photo, right?"

Peter folded his arms, "Wh-What photo?"

Natasha grabbed it and handed it to him, "This one." she said.

"Oh... I must've done by accident."

"Yeah. Accident." Scott nodded.

"Whilst we're all jumping to conclusions I'm gonna spoil the ending. No. I'm not in love with Strange." Tony spoke up.

"Nobody said 'in love', Tony." Natasha replied.

"So you do love him?!" Morgan asked, excited.

"You're supposed to be on my side!" Tony responded.

Morgan was fascinated by Strange's magic. He had shown her butterflies appearing out of thin air and flying ponies made out of orange dust. She loved it when Stephen showed up to the compound, which he tended to do quite often nowadays. He'd always bring a small gift for her. And Tony becomes even more grateful after every visit.

But it wasn't just the magic and gifts that Morgan loved about Stephen. He was just generally caring and always there to listen to her stories. She was happy that he saved her dad. And just because she was young, she wasn't stupid. She could see that there was something between her dad and the wizard.

"So you love him. But... You're not in love with him?" Scott tried to work it out, "It's okay, Mr. Stark. It takes time."

"Why is everyone against me?!" Tony complained, "Doctor Strange is-"

"Doctor Strange is what?"

"Oh, for f..." Tony stopped himself from swearing, knowing that he had already taught Morgan the word 'shit', "I was going to say... erm. Doctor Strange is an excellent doctor!"

"Is that a compliment, Stark?" Stephen asked, "I didn't know you were capable."

Everyone inwardly cringed at the obvious tension between the two.

Morgan looked over at Stephen, "Daddy loves yo-"

"Loves the... Arc reactor you made! That's why I called you an excellent doctor!"

"Stark..." Clint muttered, "Your sweat is gonna cause a flood."

-x-

Morgan sat on the couch next to Stephen off to the side.

The sorcerer had opened up a portal to the Avengers Tower, allowing everyone at the compound to step through. They were all due to meet the rest of the Avengers for a little 'get-together'.

Tony had called it a 'get-together'... But really it was a big party to celebrate the one year anniversary of defeating Thanos.

Everyone was there. Including the Guardians, Happy, Fury, Hill, T'Challa, Danvers, Harley, Bucky - Everyone.

Tony had promised not to get drunk to set a good example for his daughter and son.

"Can you make ponies?" Morgan asked Stephen, "Please?"

Stephen nodded with a smile as he waved his hands, orange lights illuminated the air in front of them. Using his free hand, he handed a small plush toy of a horse. A replica of the ones in the sky.

Morgan giggled as she clutched the toy tightly before she placed it next to her. Her arms were around the wizard, making him tense up, "Thank you." she said.

-x-

"She likes him." Natasha nodded towards the pair on the couch.

Tony looked over and saw Morgan hugging Strange. His heart swelled at the sight.

"You should talk to him, Tony." she suggested as she took a sip from her drink.

"I-"

"Don't bullshit me, Stark." she cut him off, "Everyone can see it. Trust me. He wouldn't have saved you if he didn't feel the same way."

He hated it when she was right.

"You think so?" he asked with slight hope.

"Those fourteen million realities he lived through must've made him fall for you hard." she said, watching Stephen and Morgan laugh among themselves in the far corner of the room.

"You people make me sick..." a mutter came from Pietro as he walked by.

Tony and Natasha laughed, "You love us." Tony winked. A smile appeared on Pietro's face as he continued on, towards Wanda, Clint and Vision.

"Oh, Mr Stark. I looove you." Stephen said behind him, "Take me home and have your way with me."

"Loki." Tony warned.

Loki laughed as he transformed back. He smirked as he walked away towards Thor and Bruce.

Shaking his head, Tony mentioned, "Remind me why we let him in here?"

"Thor and Stephen vouched for him."

"God knows why..." he mumbled before his eyes landed back on Stephen and Morgan.

"Close your jaw, Tony. It looks weird." Natasha smiled. Tony quickly bit his lip before he downed the rest of his drink, "I thought you weren't getting drunk tonight?"

"I'm not."

"That's your fourth drink."

"Shhh... I'm stressed."

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning against the bar. A bright orange light caused Natasha to look over at Stephen, too. He was making a giant shield above him and Morgan, the young girl was clearly excited.

The woman could clearly see the look in Tony's eyes, "You deserve to be happy, Tony. And you can see how comfortable Morgan is with Stephen."

Tony turned to quickly pour himself another drink, "I'm gonna talk to him. But I need another drink for this."

"Such a good role model." Nat teased.

"This is necessary." he nodded before drinking. He slammed the glass down onto the bar before clearing his throat, "Okay. Okay. Wish me luck."

"Have faith, Stark." Natasha said, "It'll work out. Who could say no to Iron Man?"

"You. You could say no to Iron Man." he said.

She shrugged, "I guess."

-x-

"-And Peter let me wear his old spider suit!" Morgan exclaimed, happily.

"Really?" Stephen asked with a smile.

She nodded, "It was a bit big. But don't tell daddy." a finger came up to her mouth, "Shh."

Stephen winked, bringing his finger up to his mouth, "My lips are sealed. Your secret is safe with me."

"Pinky promise?" she held out her hand.

He nodded, "Pinky promise."

Giggling, she hugged her horse.

"Keeping secrets, are we?" Tony asked as he approached.

"Sorry, Tony. Can't tell you." Stephen leaned back, "We pinky promised." The cloak of levitation quickly moved away from Stephen to rest on Tony's back instead.

"Come on, Cloakie. You can tell me." Tony said.

"Don't you dare." Morgan glared at the cloak.

Stephen chuckled, "The girl has spoken, Cloakie. You don't want to feel her wrath."

"Why is everyone against me?" Tony faked offence as he sat down next to Stephen, "I can see I'm not loved."

You are.

Stephen gulped hard.

"How could you betray me like this, Cloakie?" Tony asked as the cloak flew off him and floated in front of the three.

"Cloakie is my best friend. He wouldn't tell any secrets!" Morgan announced.

"I thought I was your best friend!" Stephen exclaimed.

"You can be my best friend, too." she said, hugging the horse tighter.

"Three against one?" Tony said as he put an arm around Stephen's shoulders, "That doesn't seem fair. I think we should rethink teams here."

"Tony." Stephen said, already comfortable with the arm around his shoulders, "No matter what team Morgan is on. You know she will win."

Tony sighed, "Can't disagree with that." his eyes then moved to the golden horses that were still running around in the air, "Why do you share your magic with Morgan and not me?"

"Because I'm the best." Morgan whispered with a smirk.

"Because you're the best." Stephen agreed, nodding.

Tony hadn't realised that he was smiling wide. He felt his heart warm as his arm tightened around the sorcerer's shoulders. Stephen made Morgan happy which made him happy too. Tony felt like being with Stephen was the only way forward.

Natasha suddenly appeared, "Hey, Morgan." she smiled, "Why don't we go and show Hawkeye your new toy?"

Morgan's eyes lit up at the mention of 'Hawkeye'. She nodded eagerly before looking over at her dad with pleading eyes, "Go for it, sweetheart." Tony smiled, warmly.

Morgan quickly jumped from the couch, horse in one hand as she gripped Natasha's hand. The cloak flew towards Morgan and wrapped snugly around her neck. Nat looked over her shoulder at Tony as they walked away. The mechanic mouthed 'Thank you', Nat nodded in response.

Tony suddenly stood as the magic in the air faded away. He offered a hand to Stephen, "Lets go outside where it's a bit more quiet." he suggested, "I erm... I have something I need to talk about. Professional shit."

Stephen eyed his hand before he slowly took it.

-x-

The two stood on the top of the Avengers tower, leaning with their arms over the railing. They looked out over the city that was glowing in the night. There had been a few minutes of comfortable silence, both just taking in the cool night air.

Tony fiddled with his fingers before he spoke, "So... You're trying to take Morgan away from me?" he joked.

"Not my fault that I'm clearly the superior being."

"Oh, really? What makes you so superior?"

"Magic." Stephen stated.

Tony chuckled before nodding, "She likes you a lot, Stephen."

"Well..." he paused, "I do admit that I care for her, Tony."

"And I appreciate that." Tony reached over for one of Stephen's hands which were shaking slightly, "Thank you, Stephen."

"For?"

"Everything, honestly. For being there for Morgan, for Peter. Definitely Peter. He was a wreck when he thought I was dead."

Stephen smiled, "Took me five days to convince him you were alive."

"Nearly gave him a heart attack when he saw me in my astral form." he paused, "And thank you for saving me." he looked down at his Infinity Reactor.

"Don't mention it, Tony. Really. It wasn't a big deal."

Tony turned, taking Stephen's other hand making him face him, "It was a big deal. I wouldn't be here without you. I wouldn't..." he gulped, trying to stop tears, "I wouldn't be able to see Morgan... Or Peter... Or Pepper without you."

"Tony-"

"I wouldn't be able to be here with you. Without you." he paused, "I feel like I'm in debt to you, Stephen."

"You aren't. I would never ask for anything in return."

Tony could feel the slight shake of Stephen's hands within his. The mechanic really didn't know how to word this.

Holding his hands just a little tighter, Tony sighed, "Stephen I..." he stopped.

Stephen tensed.

He knew. He knew what Tony wanted to talk about.

"You've done so much for me. For Morgan. For Peter. And..." Tony stopped again.

Stephen took a step closer, their hands still together, "Go on, Tony. Just say what you have to say. Unless you want me to start?"

Tony shook his head, "No, no. Okay." he felt slightly at ease as he looked down, "I hope this isn't out of nowhere. But, I love you, Stephen Strange. I have since you saved my life. You're great with Morgan. And she loves you. I can see that. I know it's crazy to think that you would jump into a relationship with me considering I have a kid... Well... Two kids. But I hope you could give us a chance. And see how things go."

"You're an idiot, Stark." Stephen chuckled.

"Well, isn't that great to hear after I confess my love?"

One of Stephen's shaking hands retracted from Tony's and moved up to rest on the Infinity Reactor, "I love you, too, Anthony Edward Stark."

"Don't ever call me that again, Stephen Vincent Strange." he paused, "Wait... Did you-?" he couldn't finish his sentence as Stephen's lips made his way onto his. Tony's free hand moved to the back of the sorcerer's neck, immediately reciprocating.

"Dad! Help!" Tony and Stephen jumped apart at the shout.

"Wh-" Tony started.

"Morgan and Cloakie are chasing me!" Peter exclaimed.

Tears welled in Tony's eyes, "What did you call me?"

Peter froze, "I... uh-"

Tony looked back at Stephen, moving to kiss him on the cheek before he turned and walked towards Peter. He pulled the kid into his arms, "We're just one big dysfunctional family." Tony said as Peter returned the hug. The man looked over at Strange who smiled in return.

A huge gust of wind blew across the rooftop of the tower as a familiar cloak flew towards Tony and Peter, it effectively knocked them down, holding them tight.

"Morgan!" Tony shouted.

"I win!" she exclaimed as she walked over.

Stephen laughed, "I told you no matter what team she's on, she would win."

Morgan quickly made her way over to Stephen, "Did daddy tell you he loves you?" she whispered as he knelt down to her level.

He nodded, "Yeah." Tony and Peter still struggled against the cloak's restraint.

The girl held her horse tight, "Do you love him back?"

Another nod, "Of course I do." Stephen was caught off guard as Morgan put her arms around his neck.

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed, "Can you save the hugging for later and get this stupid cloak off us?!"

Morgan stepped back as Stephen smirked, "Shall we go and get ice cream and leave them here?" Stephen whispered.

A mischievous smile appeared on Morgan's face, "Can I have lots of ice cream?"

"Lots."

"Don't you dare leave us." Tony warned.

"Doctor Strange! I'm innocent!" Peter assured.

Stephen stood up straight and took Morgan's hand, "The little one has spoken." he said, "She has decided your fate."

"Strange, I swear I will marry you just so I can divorce you!"

The sorcerer laughed as he walked past the two on the floor, Morgan close by his side, "You'll have to escape from the cloak before you can do that."

"You're in big trouble when I get out of this, missy!" Tony said to Morgan.

"Doctor Strange will save me!"

"You bet I will." he replied.

"You know... I think I'm starting to reconsider being apart of this family." Peter said.

"Hate to you break it to you, kid. But you're stuck with us." Tony smirked. His smirk dropped, "I swear, Stephie. Let us out."

Stephen and Morgan arrived at the door to go back inside, "I'll let you out in exactly thirty seconds. Try and find us before we eat all the ice cream."

Morgan excitedly pulled Strange inside.

"I hate him so much." Tony muttered.

"No you don't." Peter replied.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"...No I don't."

#avengers #endgame #tony stark #stephen strange #morgan stark #peter parker #ironstrange #supreme family #loki #doctor strange #iron man #bruce banner #hulk #thor #black widow #natasha romanoff #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #steve rogers #captain america #scott lang #antman #guardians of the galaxy #scarletwidow #vision #hawksilver #pepper potts #pepperony

[iloveyouthree-thousand]

Stark: An American Musical

So this is an idea I dreamed up a while ago: a series of loosely connected one-shots based on the songs from Hamilton. I have no explanation for it other than, like, it sounded fun? And I kinda want to rip your hearts out with It's Quiet Uptown. Pre-Endgame. Post CACW.

Track #1 // Anthony Stark

"Holy mother of—you bastard, orphan, son of a—good God that hurts," Rhodes hissed through through his teeth as Tony tightened the metal device around his leg.

"I thought cripples weren't supposed to feel pain," Tony said, feeling Rhodey's nails sink into his skin, "and didn't you go through special ops training? Shouldn't this feel like nothing to you?"

"You want to try it on and see how it feels?"

"If it means I get to be the one digging my ridiculously long fingernails into your arm, then maybe. Seriously buddy, when's the last time you trimmed these talons?"

Rhodes dug his nails in deeper.

"Fu—okay, that was uncalled for," he winced as he rubbed his arm, "and you know what else was uncalled for? The orphan comment. Little soon, don't you think?"

"It's been over thirty years."

Tony frowned, now working on tightening the device on the other leg.

"God I'm old. Which means you're even older. FRIDAY, remind me to look at nursing homes for my geriatric pal here later this week." He grinned as Rhodey narrowed his eyes and smacked him across the chest.

"Just because I'm a paraplegic doesn't mean I won't kick your ass Tony."

He just laughed. "Alright buddy, all done. How does that feel?"

His friend stood up and took a hesitant walk down the hallway.

"You know, I feel like I should write down the date, maybe put it in a scrapbook. Rhodey's first steps. This is such a proud father moment for me. It's exciting for you, too, of course, but mostly for me."

Rhodes rolled his eyes. The injury was still fresh, and he was still coming to terms with his decreased mobility. It was hard, for both of them, but they had hope.

Tony had been working on the contraption, forgetting to sleep at times, designing and creating in a guilt-ridden, coffee-driven haze. A smirk never failed to light up Tony's eyes, but Rhodey would never not notice the dark circles drooping just below. He knew better.

He also knew better than to try and tear Tony away from a project, especially one driven by the overwhelming sense of responsibility he never seemed to shake.

"Save the proud father moments for your protégé. Don't think I haven't seen the new models of his suit lying all over this complex while mine, I might add, is still parachute-less. Traitorous bastard."

Rhodes had slid carefully onto the floor, the act of walking taking a lot more energy now that his limbs were rather uncooperative. It killed Tony a little bit, to see his best friend drained from a task that had once been so menial. At least it was progress.

He wordlessly joined him on the ground.

"Actually, I think it was bastard, orphan, son-of-a-bitch," he corrected. "I think that'd be a good title for my autobiography. Maybe I'll write it on my headstone... actually, that's definitely what I want. Make a note of that for my funeral plans. And as long as we're making plans, I want you to give the eulogy."

If there was a look for 'you've finally crossed the threshold to insanity', it was emanating off of Rhodes right now.

"You must be out of your damn mind."

Tony feigned hurt, pressing his hand over the spot where his arc reactor used to rest.

"Why? Because you think you'll die first? Come on, I've got a death wish and, like, zero regard for danger. You live ten years longer than I do, minimum."

"I don't have a parachute."

"Exactly! You didn't even have a parachute and you're still a living, whining, pain in the ass."

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Can't Pepper give the damn eulogy?"

Tony's face twisted exaggeratedly, like that was the most absurd comment he'd heard in his entire life.

"What, and put her through even more than she'd already have gone through? We both know I'm going to go out in spectacular, gut-wrenching fashion, don't tell me you'd actually make her get up there and give a whole speech after that. She'll have enough on her plate."

"Oh, so she'll be too emotionally vulnerable but, sure, let's make your best friend get up there and do it instead."

Tony's mouth pulled to the side of his face. "Careful, pal. I never fully committed to you being my best friend. I do live with Pepper, tell her all my dark, dirty secrets. You're easily a close second, though."

His eyes narrowed in a glare.

"You say something stupid like that again and I'll be the reason you're having a funeral."

"Rhodey, you know I love you both—just in different ways." A smirk was practically eating his face, but his friend was having none of it.

"Oh yeah? Who'd you give a suit to, Tony? I don't see Pepper up there kicking ass next to you."

"One—if I recall correctly, you stole the suit. Two—I'm pretty sure Pepper has killed at least half of the guys I've gone up against. And three—if we're basing friendships off of suits, as you mentioned earlier, then Peter Parker is my best friend... speaking of, he should be here any minute."

Tony lifted his watch to his face, the screen lighting up as he checked the time.

"Remind me again why the fifteen-year-old is always over here now?"

"He's helpful. He helped me design that," he pointed at the metal device Tony had been painfully tightening onto Rhodey's leg a few minutes earlier. "It's much more ergonomic than the last one."

Rhodes raised an eyebrow. "The kid helped you design this?"

"Don't doubt him, he's practically a genius—probably smarter than you."

He punched Tony in the arm.

"I went to M.I.T. too, remember? Degree in Aerospace Engineering? Give me some credit, man."

"Huh. See, I have vague memories of that, but I was busy having fun in college—,"

"You were busy destroying your liver."

"I was living out my glory days."

"Oh, trust me, there was nothing glorious about puking all over our bathroom every other weekend."

Tony pressed his lips together. "Yea... let's maybe not bring that up in front of Pete."

A look that Tony couldn't decipher passed Rhodey's face. "What exactly is the deal with you and this kid? Did some of that fun in college have some permanent, teenaged consequences?"

His friend had noticed several different trials of red and blue Spider-Man suits lying around for a few weeks now, but he hadn't questioned it because Tony had always outfitted the team and, well, the team was pretty sparse as of late.

Of course, Tony still had a new prototype for Captain America's shield in the works and some upgraded arrows for Clint lying around on a workbench somewhere, among other things.

He could only work on them for so long, though, before the gadgets just became glaring reminders of the faces that were now absent from the Compound.

Making suits for Spider-Man kept Tony busy. It made him feel productive. Worthwhile. He wasn't left with such an empty feeling in his chest.

Tony scoffed. "Jesus, Rhodey, he isn't mine. Thank God. I've already screwed with his life enough." He took his tinted glasses off and fiddled with them in his hands. "I just found the kid online, but no one was going to take him seriously in his homemade Halloween costume, so I gave him a little upgrade."

Rhodey might've believed that, if it weren't for the Midtown High sweatshirt draped across one of the couches or the newspaper clippings of the spandex-wearing superhero clandestinely taped to Tony's desk.

"That still doesn't explain why he's over here all the time."

"I was just going to give him the suit and let him go back to doing his own thing... but he managed to break all the security locks I set in a little over a week and then decided to single-handedly take on Sam Wilson's evil alter-ego."

"You gave a child genius a million-dollar toy and you didn't think he'd play with it?"

Tony turned to face him before deadpanning, "I don't have a lot of experience with teenagers, okay? It was stupid, I know, but I'm trying to make up for that by having him over here—letting him have a say in the design process and actually teaching him how to use it—because he has little regard for my built-in training protocols. And he's good help."

Rhodey was about to ask if Peter's more frequent visits had anything to do with the quiet silence that now haunted the compound whenever he or Pepper were out, but he was interrupted by one-hundred and forty-one pounds of pure excitement practically bounding out of the elevator.

"Mr. Stark! So there was this guy on the subway today who tried to swipe a phone from this other guy, and I saw the whole thing happen but I couldn't do anything about it because he was too far away and I couldn't squeeze through all the people, but—oh, h-hey Mr.—Mr. Col. Rhodes, Sir."

Tony looked amused.

"Pete, I'd like you to my best pal Mr. Col. Rhodes, also known as Rhodey, also known as War Machine... it is War Machine, right? We're officially over the Iron Patriot thing?"

He ignored Tony, pushing against his shoulder to stand up, before reaching out to shake Peter's hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Peter." He shot his attention over to the other man in the room. "And what happened to 'Pepper's my best friend', huh, Tony?"

Tony held out a hand to Peter, who obligingly helped him up to his feet, while maintaining eye contact with Rhodes.

"I mean, you are the one giving my eulogy."

"Am not."

"Rhodey, come on, you give the best speeches. Remember that one you gave in like 2009? At the White House? FRIDAY, play the speech."

"No. FRI—,"

"Playing Colonel Rhodes' Presidential Medal of Honor Introduction Speech."

Peter stood awkwardly in front of the two men, terribly confused, as a familiar voice rang out over the speakers in the compound.

"I've been asked over and over again if I ever suspected my best friend was a superhero. The answer to that is—I've always known that he was different, and not just because he's a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. He grew up in the legacy of Howard Stark. No one was surprised when he turned out to be a genius—at fifteen, they placed him in advanced classes at M.I.T-,"

"FRIDAY, mute."

"FRIDAY, override."

"...but there's more to Tony than just brilliance. He's a self-starter. The only thing standing between him and what he wants is himself. When he saw his future dripping down the drain in Afghanistan, brought to his knees by weapons his company he'd created, left with nothing but ruined pride—something new inside broke through. Anyone else might've been dead in a week but Tony—he wouldn't let himself go out like that."

"FRIDAY, stop."

"FRIDAY, don't even think about it."

"...he put a pencil to paper and with nothing more than some scrap metal and the help of a new friend he plotted his way out of hell. He overcame certain death in a cave, but he didn't stop with self-preservation. He rewrote the game in the defense private sector. He saved his own life and then he saved countless others, and because of him, the world will never be the same."

"FRIDAY—," Rhodes threatened.

Tony cut him off. "Oh, come on, this is the best part." The recording kept playing.

"I know you already know his name, but it is my honor to present the medal of honor to my best friend, Tony Stark... Or, as many of you may know him: Iron Man."

"FRIDAY, off," Rhodes said, and Tony finally didn't protest. "Tell me you don't keep that around just to boost your ego. You know I only did that because the President asked me to. It wasn't for you."

"You keep telling yourself that."

The two men kept bantering, but throughout it all, Peter was eerily quiet. It only took a few seconds of his silence for Tony to realize something was up.

"Hey Pete, you look like you swallowed a frog. Everything all right up there?" he asked, raising his hand to gently pat him on the head.

The kid shook as if coming out of a trance. "Yea—yea, everything... everything's fine, it's just... aren't eulogies, like, the things you say at funerals?"

Rhodey answered, "Yes, they are. See, Tony, he thinks it's weird too."

Peter still looked like he had gotten kicked in the shins.

"No... I mean yeah, kinda, but that's not—Mr. Stark... are you dying?"

Tony looked confused for a second before... oh.

"God, kid, no—I'm not dying. I was just trying to mess with Rhodey here, I didn't mean to—."

"Oh thank God," Peter said, visibly relaxing, "don't scare me like that."

Then, he did something that made Rhodey nearly slide to the floor. Again.

His deceptively small arms wrapped around Tony's torso, and Tony hesitated for half of a second before tentatively and quickly returning the gesture.

For a second, it was a picture-worthy moment. But the second passed and the moment came to an end as both parties seemed to realize instantaneously that they were crossing boundaries.

"Right," Tony coughed, "Peter, why don't you show Rhodey some of the new features you dreamed up. I'm going to go get... some coffee. Try not to talk his ear off, he's the only one who still sometimes listens to me around here."

James Rhodes had known Tony for what felt like an eternity. He fought with him. Trusted him. And if the situation ever arose, he would die for the damn fool.

But the man who exited the room as if the soles of his shoes had caught fire, a wisp of crimson warmth on his cheeks, looked like a new man entirely.

There were a million things he suddenly wanted to ask Tony, a million places to prod, and he couldn't wait to do exactly that after the boy returned to his apartment in Queens for the night.

Right now, though, the kid was showing him the new thrusters Tony had built into the heels of the devices.

"...and if you do this, then the repulsors activate—,"

Peter pressed a button, and the chorus of T.N.T. came blaring through the room as the repulsors sent Rhodey crashing into the wall behind him.

Tony sauntered back into the room, a cup of coffee in hand and a snort on his face as he surveyed the scene. A flustered Peter Parker tried to hold back a laugh as he attempted to help a cussing, high-ranking military official up from a muddled heap on the floor.

"Oh yea. There's a bit of a learning curve. You'll figure it out," he garbled, mouth stuffed with a muffin that he had hidden in his other hand, "For now... consider this recompense for the orphan comment." He clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder, ushering him toward the shop, his friend still lying in an annoyed mess on the ground.

He'd help him later, of course, but the look on Rhodey's face gave him a pure, childlike joy that few things could. If Rhodes kicked his ass later—paraplegia and all—it would have been worth it a hundred times over.

So he led a mildly concerned Peter Parker away, chuckling as his best friend's voice faded into the background.

"Don't you even think about walking away without teaching me how to use these things. Tony... Tony Stark you better not be walking away from me. Don't be a dick. Come back here, you heartless, pompous, snowflake... I know you know I'll get you back for this... quit acting like a teenaged punk... Anthony Stark!"

Tony laughed under his breath and kept walking. Rhodes always came up with the nicest things to call him.

#irondad #tony stark #peter parker #james rhodes #hamilton

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Growing Up Together

This was written for the @dwsecretsanta for @jemsauceonice, who wanted Tentoo x Rose being domestic, a big revelation and a party. It turned out less fluffy than I originally intended but it's absolutely a happy fic. I hope you'll like it.

Happy Holidays!!

“Do we really have to go?”

Rose glances at the mirror, sees the man standing behind her. His hair is mussed, standing up in all possible and impossible angles, face still flushed from a recent shower and freckles visible quite prominently.

Heaving an exhausted sigh, she inspects the crossed “Cs” decorating her mascara much longer than exactly necessary. Not answering, she starts applying her lipstick. It’s a matte rose color, matching the natural shade of her lips. A couple of years ago, her make-up used to be over the top: too loud, too shrill, too much. Now, it’s more sophisticated, toned five notches down and truly elegant.

Rose Tyler has grown up. Her life forced her to. Despite what one could think when being faced with the petite blonde, the woman standing in front of the mirror is a fierce warrior. She had been in the center of a battle more than once, has faced the extinction of entire planets, has fought and bleed for the salvation of countless species more times than she can count. Rose Tyler broke through the walls of the universe to save all of creation but she had been selfish, too. If she’s being entirely honest, she fought for this universe and all the other universes to be with the man standing behind her. The one who’s currently pouting like a three-year-old child about to taste broccoli for the first time.

She never thought it would be easy when he promised her to accompany her to her universe, to live an ordinary life without a ship that could travel through space and time and the lack of adrenaline rushing constantly through his veins. She never thought it would be so hard, either.

It’s no use denying the Doctor is bored out of his brilliant mind living on the slow path. He’s tied down to one planet when the whole universe used to be at his beck and call. The ordinary world is much less terrifying than one would believe, it’s mundane and days tend to develop certain routines.

He’s a teacher now at the university and working in research for Vitex industries. Now and then some aliens would visit Earth but mostly, it’s peaceful. Constant imminent threats are a thing of the past, and the Doctor is struggling to adjust to this life that consists of family gatherings, meetings and fine dinners in exclusive restaurants.

Rose misses the old adventures, too. But unlike her Doctor, she has adjusted. This new life, at the side of her father, offers new opportunities, new chances to do good, to have some impact. The Doctor can’t see that, yet. But she can see it. Sometimes you don’t have to save an entire universe or a planet, sometimes just making the life of one human being better suffices - it has to.

Maybe it’s something entirely else, Rose muses. When the Doctor previously would jump in to save the day and move on, leaving anyone behind to deal with the consequences without ever looking back, he’s now condemned to observe the effect of each of his actions. Be they small or big.

“Honestly, Rose,” he carries on. “Wearing a tux is bad luck. Bad things happen when I’m wearing a tux. Like, a war would start or aliens would try conquering the Earth, again, or…”

“I bought you tailcoats,” Rose interrupts. Giving him a pointed look, she turns around. It’s the expression she usually has reserved for stubborn Daleks. Seeing it directed at him, the Doctor swallows heavily.

“I’ll look like a penguin,” he laments weakly.

“Everybody loves penguins,” Rose shots back, already slipping into her dress. It’s made of black velvet, high necked but short enough to show off her well-formed legs. The mixture of sexy and chaste convinced her to buy it. She smirks when her Doctor’s jaw slackens.

“They are cute, Rose. Cute! I’m not cute, I’m a time-traveling alien, defender of the multiverse, number one race driver on Gelemitanta six but not cute.”

“Right, you’re adorable,” she replies, giving him a tight grin while sliding her left foot lasciviously into her heel. She can see his cheeks burning, eyes following her movements wholly enraptured.

“Please, it’s going to be so boring. Pleasant, empty conversations on numbers, company’s performance, politenesses being exchanged to the point of pain and plans to increase profit. That’s downright torturous. We could go out instead, stargazing on the Mehir-hills. Today, we’ll be able to see some shooting stars. Not that they are shooting stars but remnants of the war from 567/omega. Rose, can you imagine the Merkerans and the Helphaistons conducted a war over a movie?! Their kings disagreed over the cast of the leading role and dragged their people into this pointless argument until I stepped in. Uh, or we could go into a movie. There’s a new Ryan Reynolds film. You like the actor, don’t you?” There’s a little manic light shining merrily in his eyes, the one that tells her he's out for adventure - or just being evasive on doing something domestic. God, how he hates that word. Domestic.

“You don’t know if that war ever happened in this universe,” she replies. The moment the words have left her mouth, she knows it was a mistake saying them. Her man’s shoulders slump and a defeated expression crosses his face. It’s like all the energy he’s constantly vibrating from is being drained.

Rose squints, trying to calm herself down. He’s being like that since arriving in what he still calls Pete’s world - peppy one moment, depressed the other. He’d do anything not to entangle himself too much with the ordinary world. Sometimes, he’d sweep her away for gorgeous dates, sometimes he’d whine and pout.

The TARDIS coral given to them by the other Doctor wouldn't grow, probably never will and the realization slowly sinking into this Doctor, is outright painful to watch. Actually, she’s terrified it will drive them apart.

Straightening her shoulders she turns to face him. Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose she says, “please, it’s important we show up at the Vitex Christmas party.” Biting her lower lip and giving him her best puppy eyes, she convinces him to cave in. She wonders how long he’ll still relent before buying a surfboard and a jeep and leaving her behind. Tonight, the trick still works.

The Christmas party is like everything Pete does: over the top. He’s got ice sculptures, crystal decorations, desserts decorated with gold, tons of caviar, champagne that is worth more than Rose’s first car, rare wines, and cigars worthy of Winston Churchill. Pete greets each of his guests like old friends, remembers all the names and is - unlike her Doctor - the politest man one could imagine. Naturally, her Doctor has absolutely no understanding for such behavior. To him, these people are traitors, corrupt and only care for their own profit. Of course, he’s right to some extent but during the years Rose has spent hopping through dimensions and navigating the enterprise along with her new found father, she gathered a new understanding about what it means to have a legacy worth fighting for. Vitex will live on long after Pete is cold and dead. And it’s not just that. There are jobs on the line too. Thousands of people rely on the enterprise doing well, entire families live and eat thanks to Vitex products.

Besides, the Christmas party isn’t only about exchanging pleasantries - it’s also meant to introduce Rose officially as the future vice president. Unlike a few years ago, Rose isn’t riding the high moral horse, she’s overlooking certain flaws in Pete’s guests, arranging herself with the mistakes they made and probably will make. But it’s alright, cause the bigger picture matters and not some small detail, right? Plus, growing up also means to compromise, to accept that the world wasn't black and white but all shades of grey.

Of course, her Doctor would not ever share that train of thought. In this regard, he's still like a child. And as much as she loves him for being him, she also loathes that unforgiving streak of his.

As a reaction, he wanders off like she used to do all the time. And of course, it’s the port that catches his interest. And of course Pete only just offers the finest, sweetest there is to be found. Eyeing him suspiciously, she observes him drowning two glasses quite quickly. He's halfway through a third one, when Rose strides over, laying her hand on his. “It's quite heavy,” she warns.

The Doctor downs his glass, directing a wide grin at her. It’s all teeth and lacking any warmth. “I’m a Time Lord, Rose,” he chides. “I can metabolize alcohol much better than humans,” he scoffs. “Besides, that’s only wine - hardly more exciting than water.”

Rose leaves him be, frustrated, climbs the podium to hold her speech. Looking down at the crowd, she sees him dancing without restraint, black bow tie already hanging askew. Dipping back a gorgeous blonde woman, he earns himself a couple of scandalized hisses in the process.

The Vitex heiress should be jealous, yet she isn’t. It’s not his fault. It’s hers. She has changed so much while he is still the man he used to be, the one she literally loves more than the universe.

Finding his eyes in the crowd, the other woman still in his embrace, she starts holding her speech. “A few years ago, I would have never felt being worthy or being ready of being given the chance to manage a multinational company. I would not have been worthy of being given that chance. Yet, I was lucky enough to meet people who would believe in me. My father Pete, of course, my mum Jackie but above all - my Doctor.” Swallowing heavily, she directs an insecure smile at him, fidgets with her earring that is much smaller than it used to be.

“He met me when I felt worthless, when I was worthless and he gave my life it’s meaning back.” Holding his gaze, Rose makes sure he knows she’s being sincere, not only giving a show for the investors. Noting he’s still holding the other woman, his hands drop to his sides and he takes a step away from her, starts straightening his bow tie. “

“He showed me what I could be and what I could achieve. He’s the best man and he gave me a life I would have never had. Unfortunately, I can’t give my man the life he deserves in return.” Rose’s voice wavers as she says those words for she knows they are true. Her Doctor, the man who cherished his freedom above all, is now being trapped and it’s her fault. She should have known he could never be happy on only one planet, should have dragged him back to the TARDIS, should…

Sobering up and holding back the tears, she pushes through the last few sentences. ”But thanks to him, I can lead my dad’s company into the upcoming decades, I can make sure all our employees will have secure jobs and with our combined efforts, we can work on preserving this planet we all live on. Thank you!”

On unsteady feet, she makes her way down, right into her man’s waiting arms. He looks solemn and Rose thinks that must be it. He’ll confess that living with her was a mistake. Readying herself for the heartbreak, she sucks in a deep breath. Scooting a hand through his luscious hair, the Doctor opens his mouth yet is being interrupted by someone congratulating Rose on her promotion.

“I didn’t like your speech,” he then blurts out. “You were never worthless, not even when working for Henrik’s.”

“I know you’re unhappy,” she interrupts. “Don’t deny it.”

“I,” he swallows, looking away. “I miss my old life. And I’m being rude and I drink too much when I shouldn’t.”

“And you dance with other women,” Rose notes.

“Woman,” he corrects. “It was only one.”

“For now.”

“But I'm trying.” Holding up one hand, he silences her. “I'm not a good man, Rose. I did terrible things in my life. And you have to stop believing you're not good enough. For you are.” Stepping back, he gives her an admiring once over. “Look how far you've come. How confident you are. You have grown up, evolved while I'm still struggling.” He barks out a humorless laugh. “Nearly a thousand years old, me, but you are the adult.”

“And where do we go from here?” Rose wants to know, voice small.

“I don't know, Rose. But wherever, I want to go with you. I guess, what I'm trying to say is, I want to grow up with you. Want to grow old, if you still want me, that is.”

Getting down on one knee, he produces a small black box from his pocket and Rose's heart stops. “I guess what I'm trying to say is, would you marry me?”

She nearly can't hear him over the applause crashing over them and the roaring in her ears. Still frozen in shock, he slides the ring on her finger.

“I sincerely hope that was a yes,” he mumbles anxiously.

“I crashed through the walls of the universe to be with you,” she says, still frozen, in lieu of an answer.

“And I turned human,” he retorts, mouth twitching.

“So.”

“So.”

And then they both double over in laughter, irritating Pete's guests thoroughly but not caring about them at all. They were engaged and whatever life would throw at them, they would manage it together.

#dwsecretsanta #Jemsauce #Tentoo x Rose