So Emma and I took the train from Paddington Station pretty early in the morning (I suppose we could have gone to the Institute and seen if they’d let us use their Portal, but it seemed like trouble and besides, it’s not our first train trip in England.)
We got off the train at Exeter, a sprawling town with a big Gothic cathedral. Tessa was waiting to pick us up in a racing-green Mini Cooper with Mina strapped into a kid’s seat in the back, wearing goggles. She reminded me of Tavvy when he was littler. Emma got in the back and played peek-a-boo with Mina, and I chatted with Tessa while we rolled through gorgeous green countryside. I hate it when people say “It looked like it does in the movies,” but it kind of did. I kept wanting to get out and paint the scenery.
We drove through a big gate, and then up a long road lined with oak and poplar trees. I thought we were in a national park of some kind — there were trails, and lots of greenery and flowers. Tessa told me the purple ones were bluebells (you’d think they’d be blue), and the yellow ones were celandine. We passed a big glass house and then we came out in front of what I swear I thought was a castle.
I think I knew Cirenworth was fancy, but I don’t think I realized how fancy. It’s this huge pile of gold-colored stone with little turrets, and windows full of leaded glass. There’s a big circular driveway in front, and we parked there in front of steps that looked like they could be outside a museum. Jem and Kit were waiting for us at the top and Mina started squealing with delight the moment she saw them. It was pretty cute.
We got a tour of the house — it turns out they only use about half of it, and the other half is closed off because it’s too much to take care of. I asked if they’d had to renovate the place and Jem said no, it had never fallen into disrepair like Blackthorn Hall. Tessa said she’d had to redecorate because it had been pretty dark “and a little moldy” when they moved in, but she said she’d redecorated before — apparently she fixed up the whole Institute a long time ago. I asked her about renovations, but she pointed out that back when she’d done the Institute, indoor plumbing had been a new thing.
Kit said they had put the internet into Cirenworth (do you “put the internet into” things? Emma says you “wire things for the internet.” I think neither is probably right) for him, because he uses it for school. I think he’s happy here. He pointed out things in all the different rooms that he liked — and there were a lot of different rooms. A big library with gold rugs, a games room with a pool table (only they call it something else), an inground swimming-pool, a bunch of offices, a music-room, a sewing-room, I mean, they probably have a room just for licking stamps and putting them on envelopes.
I realized this was the most I’d really seen of Kit since he left to go live with Tessa and Jem. I fell back to talk to him while Tessa was showing Emma the portrait gallery of Carstairs Past. He’s so much taller, almost my height now, and his voice sounds deeper. And I realized he looks older just like Ty looks older; I’d been almost thinking of him as the same age he was when I first saw him. But no, he’s growing up. Is grown up, maybe. Almost.
He said he wanted to show me something in the garden, so I followed him out through a French door. It was an overgrown spot — there were strawberry bushes, though no strawberries (not the season) and there was a cracked sundial in the middle. Kit said, without looking at me, that if it made me uncomfortable to be around him, or I didn’t want to see him, he could claim he had a headache and go to bed.
I was thrown. I asked him why I’d mind if he was there. He kicked some dirt around with his boots, and finally said, “Because — because of him.”
I didn’t say anything at first. I was a little frightened to. Kit had seemed fine inside, laughing and joking around and picking up Mina so she could climb on his shoulders. Now he reminded me more of the way he’d been when we first met him, or even the way Mark was when he came back from the Wild Hunt … Fragile.
“You mean Ty?” I said.
He nodded stiffly. “You’re his brother,” he said. “I mean, I talk to Dru, and she’s his sister, but — you were always more than just his older brother. You were like his father. I know you raised him. I guess I just meant that if you were on his side — I wouldn’t blame you.”
I said, “Ty has never indicated to me there’s a side to be on.”
Kit looked up. “He — hasn’t?”
“I know you two don’t talk,” I said. “I don’t know why. Ty’s never told me why. But he’s never blamed you, or said it was because of anything you’d done. People fight,” I added. “It happens. I wish you were friends again, because when you were, it was pretty special.” Ty was so happy. But I didn’t say that. “But either way, regardless of anything happening with you and Ty, we all went through so much together. You’ll always be one of us. Family.”
He said in a hoarse voice, “That means a lot.”
We all went and had dinner after that, and a lot of stuff got talked about — including that Tessa’s son James Herondale once had a gun that worked on demons, which Kit was pretty excited about — but this letter is getting pretty long, and I mostly wanted to tell you about Kit. I guess I didn’t realize how unhappy he was about the situation with Ty. I wonder if our whole hands-off attitude is working? I mean, I know it’s their business, but what if Ty is unhappy too? Is there something we should be doing?
““Cheers,” Steven chirps quietly, ignoring Marc. He knows he has a goofy smile on his face, he knows that he’s just staring at you.
But you’re smiling back and Marc is strangely quiet now, a glow of happiness lingers there. Steven has a suspicion that he’s happy too, basking in the fact that you said yes.”
Pairing:Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader
Word Count: ~8.3k
Warnings: mostly fluff, canon-typical violence, threats of violence, angst mostly from Marc because he’s just like that
A/N: My first moon knight fic! Please, please, please let me know what you think!
“Steven!”
Steven ignores the shout of his headmate as he hurries through the museum.
He’s late, and he so hated making you wait for him. He had promised you long ago a personal tour of the museum. One you had insisted for months he eventually give you, when he had time.
His heels drag, Marc putting on the brakes as he fronts for just a moment.
Steven nearly drops the travel cup of tea he’s carrying, briefly tripping over his own feet and drawing the attention of several nearby people listening to a museum tour guide.
“Sorry!” He gives an awkward wave before continuing on.
“Would you stop that, Marc!” He glances at his reflection in the display case he’s passing. “You’re making us late.”
“I’m making you late. I didn’t agree to this.” Marc’s shoulders are tense, the line of his brows drawn together.
Steven wonders if he’s wearing the same expression and briefly passes a hand over his face. He doesn’t want to be scowling when-
He bursts through a doorway, into the Egyptian exhibition, and spots you waiting exactly where you said you would be.
A shy smile tugs at his mouth, and he tries straightening his shirt collar and running a hand through his unruly curls. He knows it’s useless, that his shirts are perpetually wrinkled and his hair nearly always a mess.
POV: You are happy and thriving. You are facing your fears and life is being kind. You are finding yourself again and discovering new wonderful parts you never knew you had. You realise you are valid and strong. You are ready to accept all the love that life can give you.
You are putting out positive emotions into the universe, you are more open and accepting.
And what you give out you are receiving back. Everyone around you has noticed this change.
You are more bubbly, outgoing, talkative, confident and lively.
You’ve been less negative, tired, anxious, pressured and stressed.
You have finally started and plan to continue on this wonderful path! And anyone or anything that you may cross that does not serve you positively, learn from and release it.
fun fact of that day is that is indeed a bedazzled version shinsou’s voice modulator from his hero costume and dadzawa absolutely can never, never find out that it happened
If it wasn’t for the convincing of his friends, it’s hard to tell if Hanta would have even showed up to the party they were all currently attending. Even with it being a class reunion since most haven’t seen each other since graduation, he would have gladly given it a miss.
Not because he didn’t miss his classmates - in fact he still often saw them in his day to day life. Rather, the person he can’t help but find himself staring at across the room from him. You.
Every time you would turn to someone or laugh there was something in his heart that would retch, so much so he wondered if anyone could visibly see him flinching. The crush he had on you since your first year at UA together was crippling to this day, much as he had refused to try and find out.
There was no reason for him not to ask you out, in fact he’s been encouraged to for a good few years. Told that you shared the same feelings as him no less, but there was really just no convincing him. You were just so good, strong and by far the most gorgeous girl he’d ever laid eyes on. Which only further convinced him to keep his feelings at bay, that you were beyond out of his league.
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