#armofgod

[nightbins]

maybe he had gone too far with the decorations; a trail of rose petals had led its way to the dining room, several balloons afloat and strung to the chairs, the candles being one of the few sources of light save for the one in the kitchen where he was still prepping, and the blinds were open to show off the beautiful hues of oranges and pinks of the sunset that had bloomed over the trees, seemingly right on time is when dick has come home. peter would be more excited, except he wasn't done with the meal preparations just yet, the only thing currently set on the table was empty plates, two wine glasses, and a bottle of wine that had sat in the middle of the table. hearing the door click shut does he come great him at the entrance of the kitchen, smile wide on his face and flour smeared upon his cheeks. seemed like he decided to make a desert from scratch, but it got a little too messy. "hey, baby!" none of that mattered though, coming to greet him, arms wrapping loosely around his neck before pulling him into a kiss, even if he did seem a little coy. "happy valentine's day. uh, you're home earlier than i thought. dinner isn't ready yet." he had completely intended to surprise him but since dick was home... "i could use extra help from my beautiful husband."

by some miracle or by the grace of some divine being, dick actually gets home earlier than he expected. it was, in reality, because the family he was coaching decided to end their session short so that they could enjoy a meal together, and he would certainly have to thank them for it next time. he all but skips to his bike to drive home once the gymnasium was locked up, though he does make one last stop before going home.

upon his return, he's met with the most beautiful sight that he'd never tire of; @armofgod's handsome features and breathtaking smile. a smile pulls his lips apart easily when he sees his husband, affection and love surging in his heart as he opens his arms up for a hug. ❝ hey, angel ! happy valentine's day, pete. ❞ arms close around peter's waist when he comes in close like second nature, heart soaring at the simple kiss he so eagerly returned. when they pull back, dick admires the streak of flour smeared across the brunette's cheeks as he talks.

❝ aw, did i ruin the surprise ? 'm sorry, baby. that's fine, your beautiful husband has no problem helping his gorgeous husband finish up the dinner he so lovingly started. ❞ when they pull away entirely, dick shows what was in a hand; a bouquet of flowers, another small miracle that some were even still available. ❝ for you. ❞ it's not that he finally takes in the decorations, following the rose petals to their dining room before smiling softly at the balloons and wine, heart once again fluttering. he cuts the flower stems and places them in a face by their kitchen window before turning around and tugging peter in for another kiss, this time one a bit deeper and intimate than the chaste one they shared at the door. ❝ you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world. i love you so much. ❞ he pulls away to put his own apron on, turning back with a smile that never seemed to fade. ❝ alright chef, what do you want me to do ? ❞

happy valentine's day !

[lumined]

you were much more ... muchier. you've lost your muchness.

❝ what are you even talking about ? you know those aren't real words, right ? ❞

an eyebrow raises at luis' words, but the smile betrays anything else. he's grown long since used to @armofgod's eccentricities in the years after their faithful encounter in spain, so much so that he must of liked it enough to get married to the spaniard. that all being said, he thinks he knows what he's talking about. he was a bit . . . much back in the day, though the leon that luis has always known was a shell of himself. at least, to leon's own eyes. suppose he couldn't really deny that dropkicking infected humans and doing unnecessary backflips was indeed a bit much. though, in that sense, he was still plenty “ much ”, just in another way. he leans a bit into luis' space then, his smile shifting to something not just soft. perhaps even a bit . . . teasing.

❝ you want me to be too much ? don't know if you can handle that these days. ❞

down the rabbit hole ━ accepting

[faesomnia]

Forgiveness  and  trust  are  privileges  —  ones  she  HOPES  won't  be  broken  again.  As  a  show  of  faith,  moments  between  teams  are  becoming  more  frequent.  It's  a  sign  of  change,  proof  that  things  are  on  the  mend. Still,  to  say  it's  rare  for  Xayah  to  be  alone  with  one  of  her  friends'  team  members  is  an  understatement.  Yet,  here  they  are.  Nothing  is  dulled  or  held  back  as  they  speak.

"I'm  pretty  good  at  secrets." ✦ @armofgod

Brow  arches  in  judgement  as  glances  are  exchanged  between  her  and  the  owl  perched  on  shoulder.  A  chirp  rings  out,  the  companion  shaking  her  head.  She  huffs  in  amusement,  always  content  knowing  they  share  an  opinion.  Birds  of  a  feather  or  whatever.  ❝ Yeah  I  don't  believe  him  either,  Saki.  Way  too  chatty. ❞

[killcrime]

"you know, jason," and here peter is, upside down from the webbing, face to face with a certain red hood. this situation seems like something he's definitely participated in before and jason seems to be his newest experience. there's a grin under the mask, a playful expression that comes through in the eyes. "we've got to stop meeting like this."

there are times where darkness became a comfort and other time where it was suffocating, but here it's something new, different that he's feeling but it's only something that he has read about. helmet snug on his face hides the soft, smug smile that sits on his face as he comes close to peter's own webbed mask. "what, you'd want us to meet another way? or not meet anymore? you wound me so." dramatic hand lifts to the helmet as he actually takes it off, holding it to his hip now.

he hears the sound of his voice, something about him wanting to go to a breakfast place as civilians, yet he finds himself too busy imagining the other's features under this mask. the soft jaw, much softer than his. the comfortable brown eyes that have always been so inviting when he could see them. then vision comes back to him, sees what is in front of him.

the spider features written all over him, jason always loved the weird, the unconventional animals so he has never been scared of spiders. though of course, he's a hero, he's not supposed to be scary. yet spiders have never been loved and yet- what are you even talking about?

he was too in his own thoughts, listening to peter speak to notice the mask pulled to reveal his lips, yet still upside down. really odd. 'you hear me jason?'

"yes, yeah we can get breakfast after this is that what you wanted to ask? i wasn't.. listening. sorry." peter's head tilts, he can tell jason wasn't listening he can feel it. then he finally hears what was asked. and fear paints a clear picture on his face, not the usual kind of fear. it's something that makes you light, something that has butterflies fluttering atop the abyss of his hungry stomach. "you.. y-yes, you can i mean i can"

jason grabs peter's face, he's not sure how to do this really but he does. and puts his lips against peters.

[nightbins]

don't worry. tall, dark, and martian isn't my type.

❝ well, actually, martians are green, so . . . not dark. ❞

a playful little smile curls on his lips at @armofgod's comment, the banter sitting warmly in his chest. the avengers and justice league meeting was, more often than not, a more formal affair than anything, a show of good faith even though both groups had their own things going on. robin had no interest in any of it himself, but talking to the other young hero definitely made it worth it. when they decided to play a game of would and wouldn't ( because smash and pass seemed . . . a little intense when multiple people in the room had super hearing ), dick posed j'onn on a whim, though peter's answer made him more curious than anything. hm . . . what was his type then ? he turns to look at the webbed hero fully, eyebrow raising under his eye mask.

❝ so what is your type, spidey ? like 'em short and sweet ? maybe you also like gingers ? ❞ though he was still seeing kori, his inner detective had to wonder why he even cared what peter's type was. well, it was probably best not to think about it too much, unless he wanted to unveil a truth about himself. best to just play it casual then. ❝ you don't have to answer if you don't want to. buttttt i am a pretty good matchmaker, if i do say so myself. ❞

superman ━ accepting

[nightbins]

dick ... will you marry me?

he blinks owlishly at his partner, his soulmate, and the small velvet box in his hands. well, this was slightly awkward. not because he was going to say no, god no, but . . . he had done this dinner so he could propose to @armofgod. oh, but it makes his heart swell with a wave and adoration flood his heart, tears springing into his eyes as it buzzes into his mind. never in his life did he think he'd ever be in a position like this in his life, living in new york in peter's childhood home, having a future with someone else by his side. peter parker of all people, his childhood friend and his most trusted companion. dick can still remember every moment of there's so clearly; their first interaction and steadily growing closer, peter finally reveal his name to him ( and dick not looking into his identity to keep the anticipation of a face reveal ), and then them growing into their own identities and seeing his beautiful face, to so many good years together until the moment dick almost ruined this forever. almost letting his self destructive tendencies win and keep their souls apart forever, and he's never been more happy for his brothers' insistence and his own yearning heart. even now, he couldn't quite believe peter had waited for him . . . would've waited forever and damning himself to a life of loneliness in the process.

good thing peter would never have to worry about that ever happening.

❝ of course peter, of course ! ❞

he throws his arms around peter's neck a moment later, lips meeting in a passionate kiss, lifting his fiancé ( ! ) up into a spinning hug with a blinding smile. he sets him down a minute later to give him a tight hug before pulling back just a bit, smile turning a bit sheepish. ❝ but, uh, i gotta confess something. all this, ❞ he gestures to their intimate dinner on their back porch, at fairy lights meticulously strung around them, ❝ this was for something too. ❞ he digs into his pocket to pull out his own velvet box, smile giddy and boyish once more.

❝ seems like great minds really do think alike. so . . . will you marry me, my lover ? ❞

making demands ━ accepting

[lumined]

what do you call yourself?

❝ uh, late for dinner ? ❞ his first instinct is to joke, but when the mask doesn't give away anything, kyle's expression falters a bit. ❝ . . . just ignore that i said that. name's green lantern. well, one of them at least. ❞

did @armofgod know there was at least five green lanterns from earth ? well, whatever, he supposed that didn't really matter. kyle wasn't expecting to meet another hero his first full day in his new home, and much less have an impromptu with said hero to take down some guy cosplaying as a robot octopus and the other cosplaying as a rhino. strange characters, these new york villains. at this point, he's really not even surprised. but if one thing was for certain, it was that this guy could move. if he wasn't busy with making a bullpen for rhino, he definitely would've watched him better so he could sketch out some of his web slinging later. maybe if they became close later, he'd ask. for now, kyle's eyes focus back on the shorter man, looking at him up and down as he sat perched on the top of a water tower.

❝ and what's the vibe for you ? man spider ? has to be something related to that, obviously. ❞

down the rabbit hole ━ accepting

[nightbins]

❝ y'know, i really wish you'd stop doing things like this. even if it is kind of cool seeing your body regenerate itself. ❞

“ things like this ” being risking life and literal limb to save him. even if peter's hand was already regrowing as though it was never severed in the first place, and his intervention did allow dick to get the kill shot on the beast, he still wasn't happy about it. how could he ? even if the pain was temporary and peter was incapable of dying to something like that, dick couldn't act like he was alright with it. so his frown lingers, gaze flitting to outside of their little safe room just to make sure no zombies had sprung back to undead life before returning back to his partner.

❝ at least it seems like we're alone for the moment, so we can go over some of these files we've found. you sure you're good ? ❞

@armofgod ♡'d for a starter