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coffeeghoulie · 1 year

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Kinktober #12: Toys

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Swiss/Aeon

Summary: Swiss gets a package in the mail and invites Aeon to take it for a spin.

Contains: He/him transmasc Swiss, they/them transmasc Aeon (cunt, cock and dick used to describe what they're working with), a bit of praise kink and overstimulation

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Bug!" Swiss hollers, and Aeon straightens, tossing their phone to the side, awaiting the incoming multi ghoul as it bounces on the mattress. He bounds into the doorway, something strange and plastic in his hands, a cord attached to it that's wrapped around his wrists loosely like he's binding himself with it. He's grinning, as Swiss always seems to be.

"What's up?" Aeon asks, tilting their head as they examine the object he's holding. It looks like an oversized microphone, white and blue and solid. They scent the air, and only get back the smell of plastic and rubber, and the spicy sweet, almost chai-like scent of Swiss's low-level arousal.

"You wanna have some fun, stickbug?" Swiss asks, tossing the mic back and forth between his hands. "Got this in the mail this morning. Wanna take it for a ride? Thought you might like the honors."

"Swiss, I have no idea what you mean by that," Aeon says carefully, unable to look away from the object in his hands. "I don't know what that is."

Swiss seems to light up even further, gold eyes glinting almost dangerously. Aeon gulps. "This, my dear bug, is a massage wand. It's very good for muscle aches in hard to reach places, but also, and more importantly, it is very good at making you feel really, really good. It's essentially an over-sized, extra powerful vibrator. I've had one for a long time, but Ol' Reliable died on me a few weeks back. Needed to get a new one. What do you say, bug? You wanna help me break her in?"

Aeon cocks their head, considering. They nod, standing up from their bed. "Do you want to do this here or yours?"

Swiss grins, unlooping the power cord from one of his wrists. He takes Aeon's hand, dragging them through the ghoul wing back to his own room. He locks the door, guiding Aeon to sit down on the bed, the covers already pushed down to the foot of the mattress, before turning to his closet. "You have any limits today, baby?" He asks, rummaging through a box tucked inside. "Anything you're uncomfortable with?"

They think, watching him sort through his toys and harnesses. "Nothing inside. The wand doesn't go inside, does it?" They ask, eyeing the bulbous head of the vibe on the bedside table.

Swiss chuckles, shutting the box and returning to the bed empty handed. "No, not inside. This is definitely an external toy. But thank you for telling me, baby," he says, kissing Aeon on the temple. "I want you to be comfortable. I definitely don't want to scare off the pretty ghoul in my bed, who I love so much."

"Love you too," Aeon preens under Swiss's affection. "How undressed do you want me?" They ask, tugging at the hem of their bat wing hoodie.

"As undressed as you feel comfortable with. Preferably bottoms off, though," Swiss says, already pulling off his too tight tshirt. The multi-ghoul strips down quickly, tossing his clothes on the pile in the corner of the room. Aeon follows suit, only pausing slightly before pulling their binder off as well.

Swiss coos, sitting down at the head of his bed, piling pillows against the headboard behind him. "Such a pretty ghoul," he hums, watching Aeon undress. He leans over, blindly searching for the wall outlet, and plugs in the wand. "Come and sit down," he says, patting his thighs as he fiddles with the wand's controls. "Back to my chest."

Aeon kicks their pants and boxer briefs off, throwing them in the same pile of Swiss's clothing. They take a moment to admire Swiss, at the miles and miles of warm grey skin shamelessly on display, before doing as they're told and straddling his thighs.

Swiss hums happily, wrapping an arm gently around their chest, running one of those big hands up and down their side. He coaxes Aeon to lay back, nestle their head on his shoulder. "How you feeling, buggy?" Swiss asks, hand trailing gently over the swell of their chest.

"Good, excited," Aeon says, their body trembling slightly. "Can't you feel me getting wet? I'm literally sitting on you."

Swiss chuckles, turning his head to nose at their hair. "Oh yeah, I can feel it, alright," he hums. He slowly spreads his thighs, in turn opening Aeon's, exposing their cunt and cock to the cool air of the room. Aeon whines, turning and burying their face in Swiss's neck. "What, buggy?" Swiss laughs, pressing a wet kiss in between their horns. "It's a big vibe, I need the space."

"I know, just exposed," Aeon mumbles, nuzzling into the column of Swiss's throat. "I'm ready."

"Thank you for telling me, baby," Swiss hums, shifting the toy so the head rests gently on Aeon's already dripping cock. "You tell me if it hurts or if it's too much, okay?"

They nod, and Swiss clicks a button and the entire thing comes to life. Aeon's played with vibrators before, little battery operated things that purr and buzz and admittedly feel quite good against their sensitive little dick.

This, however, doesn't so much buzz as it does roar, flooding Aeon's poor system with straight pleasure. Their body doesn't know what it wants, bucking up against the head of the wand, pulling back from the unrelenting vibrations. Their hands come up, clinging to Swiss's forearm, claws digging in for purchase.

Aeon chokes on their breath, writhing in Swiss's lap as they try desperately to close their legs, pinned open by Swiss's thighs. He chuckles under his breath, hooking his chin over their shoulder so he can watch. "Good, huh, buggy?" he asks, turning his head to press soft kisses up and down their throat.

"Fuck," Aeon whines, eyes squeezed shut as Swiss presses the wand harder against their dick. There's no escaping the unrelenting pleasure, even as they squirm in his lap. "Swiss, oh, shit!"

"Yeah, buggy?" he coos, pressing the vibe even harder into them, and they squeal. "Just feel good for me. That's it, taking it like a champ."

Aeon claws at Swiss's arm, unable to bite back the noises filtering from their throat. "Swiss, Swiss, fuck, oh unholy Father below, Swiss!"

"Yeah, I know, buggy," Swiss coos, licking over the point of Aeon's twitching ear. "It feels so good on your dick. It's my favorite way to get off if I'm not with one of you."

They nod, panting as they writhe. "Feels good," they whimper, nearly biting through their lip as they try to muffle themselves.

"Hey, hey, Aeon. None of that, baby," Swiss says, reaching up with his free hand to gently pull Aeon's lip free. "Let me hear how good my toy's making you feel."

Aeon keens, nearly goring Swiss's chin with their horns as they throw their head back against his chest. "Fuck!" they sob, reaching back to try and grab at Swiss's free hand. "Fuck, so good, so good, so good!"

"Yeah?" He whispers, grabbing Aeon's hand and threading their fingers together. "You gonna cum on my toy, huh, buggy?"

"Yeah, close," Aeon pants, moaning loudly as they press their hips up into the head of the vibrator. "Very close, Swiss, oh fuck, please, so close."

"Cum for me, Aeon," Swiss whispers, breath hot against the shell of their ear.

Aeon screams, hips jerking as their cunt gushes hot and slick, puddling on Swiss's mattress. Swiss doesn't remove the wand, pressing it harder into their twitching cock, working them quickly through their orgasm into overstimulation.

They paw at the vibe and Swiss's hand, yelping and hissing, trying to writhe out from under the relentless pressure. "Too much, fuck, Swiss, off, turn it off, shit!"

Swiss quickly obliges, hitting the power button and setting the wand back onto the nightstand. He pulls Aeon closer to him, pressing kisses up and down the column of the quintessence ghoul's throat. "So good for me, Aeon, such a good ghoul."

"Unholy shit," Aeon pants, laughing breathlessly as they lean back against Swiss's shoulder, their chest heaving. "What the fuck was that?"

Swiss chuckles, the sound ringing like chapel bells. He turns, pressing a loud kiss to their temple. "That, buggy, was the first setting."

#ghostober #the band ghost fanfiction #dot's writing #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #kinktober 2023 #swiss/aeon

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player188654 · 7 months

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Some fav ghosts fics for those of you who are interested.

Don’t forget to support your local fic writers by interacting with comments, kudos, and suggestions/requests IF they are asking for them.

If you wrote any of these fics PLEASE BRAG

Feel free to add fics in the reblogs

@cbsghostsdaily

Oneshots-

The Nightmare before Christmas - When a terrified scream wakes Flower from a deep sleep on Christmas Eve, she discovers that Thor isn't the only ghost at Woodstone Manor who has nightmares.

Or, the one where Hetty opens up about her past.

Who’s Danny?- While Sam tries to get her baby to sleep, the ghosts offer their somewhat (but mostly) questionable advice.

Don’t be cold my love- Isaac met Sam's eyes, his hand still covering half off his face. "What if I'm a bad Husband?"

It’s only teenage wasteland- Stephanie wakes up on Halloween.

Used to walk lines like high tightropes- When Trevor relives his death, it's broken jagged lights and distorted sounds and ice water creeping slowly into his veins. The terror of it - the realization that something was deeply, deeply wrong - still hasn’t faded, even two decades out.

Woodstone’s hottest couple- After some time of Sam not feeling her best, she begins to wonder if she has some sort of stomach bug, or another sickness. After googling her symptoms, she begins to wonder if it’s something else

Touch Me Tender- Now that HMoney is out, Trevor enjoys the fact that Hetty loves to touch him, openly, and that they spend so much time together - even sharing Hetty's bed and having sleepovers. Which leads to a slumber party and certain secrets coming out about Trevor.

Little Girl- Hetty was pacing back and forth on the carpeted floor of their bedroom at Woodstone manor. Her hands were on her hips as she walked back and forth, her corkscrew curls bouncing with every step she took.

I’ll Never Leave Your Side… Never Again- During the events of The Owl [Spoilers for Season 3 Episode 1: The Owl], Nigel finds Isaac is being a little too clingy. Aka Random missing scenes for Nisaac in The Owl

Multi-Chapter

Haunt Actually - “Oh,” says Pete.

Trevor squints at him. “‘Oh’ what? Good oh or bad oh?”

Flower fixes a studious gaze on Pete. “It’s an in-between oh. I can tell. There’s a vibe.”

(Or: Sam and Jay are having a baby. The ghosts are being completely normal about it. + other spectral shenanigans)

Safe Place-Insomnia is afoot at Woodstone manor as the ghosts adjust to their new sleeping arrangements (Flower & Hetty and Isaac/Nigel). Meanwhile Sam struggles with the fallout of finding a new estate lawyer. Featuring who got sucked off! [spoilers for A Date to Remember and The Heir...obviously]

Forever- is composed of nows-A traveling salesman arrives at the Woodstone B&B

Hettifrah- Hetty struggles with Elias' return but there are always her friends close.

#cbs ghosts #ghosts #ghosts cbs #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #sam/jay #stephanie ghosts #issac/Nigel #Hetty/trevor #fics #fanfics #I love fic writers

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bratty-telepath · 2 years

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It has come to my attention that people often don't consider I'm poly and I am a multi-shipper meaning that if I see a range of characters, I will devise a way for them all to be happy together in some way, shape or form, with each other, this includes redacted so…

Bratty Telepath's Poly Redacted Stuff/Multi-shipping shit

(I am a disgrace for not coming up w a better title)*

In this, I will be giving you, dear reader, my poly headcanons and thoughts regarding the redacted universe (this will probably come up again as time goes on). If that's not your cuppa and you prefer monogamous content then that's great! I'll just be over here making people have feelings for each other to make myself happy and you can be over there! Also none of this is organized. It's me rambling off about the things that invade my brain

David /Angel/Asher - happens after David meets and dates Angel and he's able to actually loosen up enough to see that Ash has always cared for him before he starts realizing "oh shit, I'm in love with my best friend" before they go on a bout of him avoiding Asher to avoid his feelings as Asher think David's drifting away again. Angel is who pulls these idiots back together and is like "fix yo shit".

Darlin/Sweetheart/Sam - is long running and went on for a while before Darlin left Dahlia. They were highschool sweethearts who were still dating while SH was at DAMN. At the same time, SH was also seeing Sam unofficially before he got turned and dropped out. Both these bitches really ran and SH was like "I am never letting you shits go" when they met again. SH/Darlin is very much a danger duo situation while SH/Sam is a flirty old roommates situation.

The DAMN polycule - them bitches hanging out and FL was like "what if we dated each other" cuz like they were all not actually seeing anyone they figured "eh, we can try", it started out as a joke...but then they caught feelings and now they're all dating :3

Aaron/Bäbe(aka Smartass)/Asher - Bäbe's old job was with Aaron where they met Asher and when they got a new job, they started dating Aaron. Asher and Aaron know about each other and hang but they're not dating

DAMN polycule/Lovely/Vincent - I think Lovely should know more people and more people should know Lovely. I also think Vincent and Gavin have fucked and they both push Damien's buttons and Huxley has them both on a leash. They'd all be cute together, I know it.

Milo/Lasko/SH - All of my loves, in one ship? Absolutely. After inversion, Lasko started talking to Milo when he was isolating from the group because Milo made him feel bigger than he ever felt when they met and not long afterwards, Lasko ended getting pursued by Milo and SH. It's a very fun relationship.

Sam/FL/Darlin - *Ahem* FL finds Sam w Lovely's help and they ask him to teach them about healing magic. He takes them on as their tutor because he recognizes the same spark he had in them and they both start falling for each other. Darlin is chill w it and doesn't join in the relationship until they get to know FL better and are like "you are amazing and I am going to keep you close forever now".

Milo/Darlin/David/Asher - THEY ALL USED TO BE BEST FRIENDS GROWING UP AND NOW THEY'RE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER AS ADULTS. That's it. That's the plot. That's the idea.

David/SH/Milo - Milo realizes he likes David when he talks to SH about him and SH's like "you should tell him then" but Milo's hesitant because they're not as close as they used to be. David however does like Milo but he also likes SH because of their small back and forths with each other and how much he respects their dedication so SH who's noticing all of this is like "He likes you, and he likes you. I think both of you are idiots but you're hot and have a good personality sooo let's all date".

Asher/FL - They're so good together, I promise. Asher and FL bounce energy between one another like a particle accelerator of sorts so they multiply each other's vibes but they both know how recognize and help each other through their shit.

Guy/Seer(Honey)/Morgan - Honey has been a seer obscura all along and was fine dating Guy cuz he was unempowered and they never needed to worry about him finding out about seers but when they have the inversion vision, they meet Morgan who's like "I can help". Morgan requires stress relief which Guy is great at, and Guy+Morgan are also amazing at helping slow down Honey.

SH/Vince/Lovely - These three have a dyanmic where Vince used to get in trouble with the department and used to flirt w SH a lot but SH always kept him ar a distance cuz he didn't have any damn sense. Then SH started liking the person Vince was when he was actually with Lovely. Vince has always liked SH but they just never visibly returned his feelings so he thought they weren't interested but Lovely was like "maybe, talk and like figure that shit out so my boyfriend can stop acting like a fuckin' loser". Vince's dyanmic w SH is absolutely flirty back and forths in contrast to complete adoration of Lovely.

That's all for now, I'm tired of writing but if you're curious about my thoughts on a ship, shoot it my way in a ask🤷🏾‍♂️

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fountainpenguin · 1 year

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“You put your hand out, opened the door... You said, 'Come with me, boy, I want to show you something more'..."

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My WordGirl fanfic Factor It In is here! It's the multi-chapter sequel to my one-shot "AlgoRhythm", which centered around WordGirl introducing Kid Math to the villains on villain karaoke night. If you liked that 'fic, you might like this one too. Check it out!

Chapter 1 - “Order of Operations”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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Summary: Being a 3rd-grade superhero-in-training isn’t easy, especially while bouncing between foster families. While 8-year-old Rexagon Pemdas struggles against his controlling nature and inability to keep a secret, 11-year-old Becky Botsford fights major burnout and a rapidly increasing fear of being replaced. Maybe Fair City doesn't need two heroes after all...

(First 1,800 words under the cut)

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Minor content warning for this snippet - Canon-typical implied backstory trauma (Potatoes, bruises, neglect).

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FACTOR IT IN

Order of Operations

.:: January 3rd - Saturday ::.

"One must be taught his place if orderly structure is ever to be maintained."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

➕ ➖ ✖️ ➗

Psst! Look for the words independent and uneasy

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It's a chilly winter afternoon in the home of Milo and Miah Pirakell, who have just received a familiar visitor on their doorstep…

HELP!

The word hovers like a sugar cube on the end of his tongue. H-E-L-P exclamation point exclamation point… Milo stands there, as frozen as the snowboy, snowgirl, and snowmonkey in the yard across the street, quietly goggling the woman waiting for him on the front step. She isn't very tall, though the high heels help a ton with that. She smiles back at him. It's a pretty smile, her lips a sparkly glossy pink. Is she as nervous as he is? She's rocking back and forth on her toes, and he can't help but follow every movement.

Sandy blonde-brown hair. She kept it tied back in a bun. Does he know her? She looks sort of familiar, but this silent revelation doesn't stop the panicked heartbeat bouncing up and down inside his chest.

Help…

Maybe he's seen her face smeared across the newspapers or thrown across the TV screens. Is he about to be robbed blind in his own home? Does this woman have some sort of knock-out gas in that briefcase? He tightens his fingers on the door frame, saying nothing, until his wife's careful, loving hands grip onto his shoulder and pull him aside. Like a slug, he oozes at her command.

"Clarissa!" Miah - his beautiful, smiling Miah - pushes the door a little more open. "Please come in. Milo, you remember Mrs. Argent, our case manager with the foster system."

Milo peers at the sandy-haired woman again. Clarissa Argent, our case manager with the foster system. Yes. Yes, he does know her, though he's grateful for the set-up. He's struggled with memory problems all his life and Miah always grants him context like this when introducing someone he might not recall. Name. Job title. Location. Easy peasy.

Yes. He remembers. Her name's been on the calendar since yesterday, and he's been counting his heartbeats all this time. Clarissa Argent has eyes as silver as her surname, and she smiles up at Milo and switches her briefcase to her left hand. She extends the right for a shake. Milo blinks back at her, then uses two fingers to carefully adjust his glasses on his nose.

Clarissa. Case manager. Foster care.

"Would you like to come in?" he asks. His voice trembles when he says it, but neither Clarissa nor Miah mind at all. He grasps Clarissa's hand and gives it a shake. Sweat drips down his palm and smears across the creases of her fingers. He winces, but Clarissa's smile never wavers.

"Thank you so much for letting me visit. I wanted to get right down to it."

"Have a cookie," Miah offers, waving her into the living room. Milo stands blankly by the door, watching them go, until Miah glances back at him and gently motions for him to shut it so the snowflakes stay firmly outdoors. Right. He pushes it shut and locks it out of habit. He always locks the door when he's inside. Fair City is teeming with wild villains who could snap a lock like this in seconds, but it eases the anxiety very, very faintly anyway. Milo keeps his forehead to the door for three seconds, clicking through his memories and trying to remember why they're meeting with Clarissa.

Something's wrong… Help, help…

The girls are already chatting in the living room. Miah just redecorated in October, freshening up the place with a much more modern look. Clarissa hasn't visited since last April, so she's astonished by the changes and has to comment on every one of them. They even replaced the bulging, waterstained wood with nicer carpet.

Help…

Why is she here? This breaks the routine. Milo curls his fingers against the white door, blinking over and over as the world sways beneath his feet. Usually when there's a kid who needs a place to crash for the weekend, they get phone calls. Half the time, they aren't even "real" foster kids- just kids who temporarily lost track of their parents in some sort of villainous mishap like a cheesy tidal wave, a thunderstorm of bread slices, or a giant robot crushing the subway lines.

He's been there. Milo remembers all too painfully the chaos of his own youth, stranded and shocked in the road in the middle of a rainstorm while his house crumbled beneath the weight of potatoes before his very eyes. He'd been home alone after school. He was only eight. He's held a lot of shivering kids in his lap, rocking them back and forth while they watch something happier on the TV than the news. Even if he's fidgety, desperate to stay up to date with this crazy world they live in, and he can't resist flipping through the channels once he's safe inside his own bedroom.

Help…

Clarissa's personal visit does not take his anxiety down. But she's here, with Miah, and there are chocolate chip cookies waiting in the other room. And somewhere out there, one file folder away, is a kid who needs more help than he does. Milo inhales through his nostrils, counts to six, and exhales between his teeth. Though still uneasy, he peels himself from the door and trudges down the hall to join the two women in the living room.

Okay.

You have to take a step down from the hardwood floor to venture into the new living room. Milo does so, keeping his hand braced on the short handrail as he moves. He blinks at the bright lights, blinks at the snowflakes twirling on the other side of the open blinds, and blinks at Miah as she scoots closer to the pillows to make room for him beside her on the gray couch. Pleasantries are exchanged. Small talk. Milo, fidgeting, zones out for part of it, until he hears Clarissa shift the topic to the kid in question.

"He does need a close eye on him. Someone experienced with home security, who won't let him jump down from second-story windows. That's why I wanted to ask you in person. He's a very sharp-minded boy, Mr. and Mrs. M. Pirakell. Very kindhearted."

Milo glances at Miah. She glances right back at him. "But…?" she prompts the case worker.

"Just… extremely independent." Clarissa drums her fingers against the top of her briefcase. "He's a loner. Very detached in conversation, struggling to pick up on social cues. He shows very little interest in anything beyond math, science, and music. Oh, and cross stitch. We're worried that the neighborhood kids he's currently around are bullying him in secret. He keeps slipping out through the windows and coming home an hour later covered in bruises. We were hoping to place him in a home where we can trust he'll be closely supervised, and the Pirakells are always the first to come to mind."

Of course they are. It's who they are. It's what they do. Milo stares at his toes, his heart plummeting towards the floor, even as the Narrator lets out a soft, breathy sigh above him. It's relief and amusement and gratitude all rolled into one, though nobody acknowledges it and the Narrator says nothing else. Miah glances uncertainly at Milo, then carefully speaks on behalf of them both.

"Clarissa… is this kid charmed? Is that why you're here to visit us in person?"

Charmed.

Silence.

"Well, yes."

Help…

"Didn't…" Milo fiddles for a moment with his wedding ring. "Um, didn't we put in our file that we might not be a good fit for charmed children right now?"

Clarissa rocks back and forth in subtle hesitation. Her long fingernails, painted turquoise, tighten in the ruffles of her black skirt. We did, Milo reflects, but says nothing as Clarissa drops her gaze to the file in her lap again.

"I saw you made that request, but… we're still facing a shortage of families, especially with the holidays. He's really struggling to get along at the group home. The staff suspects he and one of the other boys got in a fight just yesterday. If you reject the placement then I'll understand, but I at least wanted to meet with you in person so we could discuss any questions openly and face to face. His status is a little odd."

Help, help…

Miah slips her hand in Milo's then, tightening her fingers around his own. And he's grounded for a moment, firmly planted on the soft gray couch. No one's wailing for him. There are no invisible children on the floor.

There are lots of things he should probably ask. If the kid has siblings who have also been pulled into foster care. If any extended family members are known. If the kid will be transferring schools. If there are special food needs to keep in mind. If he has any appointments with doctors, dentists, sports teams, or music recitals just around the corner. If he likes to walk. Milo does a lot of walking, though Miah prefers long drives along the coast. What's the child's cultural background? Did he have a nice holiday? Are there parental visitations planned? If he and Miah say yes, will the child arrive tonight, and if so, has he had a chaotic morning? All these questions are things he can, and should, probably ask first.

But he doesn't.

Because his heart is pounding and his fingers look like dancing worms.

"Well…" Milo draws in a long, careful breath. He slowly releases it again, lowering his chin to his chest along with it. It does help him focus, but it doesn't calm the rapid kicking in his heart. "Okay, then. If he's charmed, what, uh, range of powers does he have? L-let's put that in the open first, before we talk about anything else."

There. He feels guilty just for saying it. He can feel the Narrator's wispy silence like the breath of a ghost above his head. It makes the hairs behind his neck stand on end. Milo bites his lip, squeezing Miah's hand, and she squeezes back in gentle reassurance. Maybe it's not an unfair question. Even though it nibbles at his skin.

But it's important. It might make a difference. He can't do invisibility again. He can't.

The lines around Clarissa's eyes crinkle with relief. She pulls her briefcase on her lap and clicks it open. Idly, Milo glances at the numbers on the combination when she tilts back the lid. Then he hates himself. Clarissa picks up a manila file folder and passes it over to Miah. "Yes, we've been looking into that… He's been staying in the group home over the holidays. So many families are out of town right now. I promise, I wouldn't come to you about this if I felt there was anything extreme in his file. He only has two powers that we know of. His skin will rapidly repair any open wound… and he can fly."

[ Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top ]

#WordGirl #Kid Math #Factor It In #Satirical vocab alien child show #Grammar queen #Arithmetic Lad #ridwriting #apparently art #Exposition Guy #LexiHexa duo #Finally 2018 me will be at peace #fic announcement

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poly-thot-one-piece-edition · 1 year

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Hat Trick

Eustass Kid x cisfem!Reader x Trafalgar Law

CW: Language, violence, sexual themes, crass humor -

Summary: Hat Trick is a purely self-indulgent story. It's more porn than plot (at least at the start), but there's a story in there too.

It's my first multi-love story, and little slow going, but I hope you enjoy it.

18+ as always.

Chapter 2: Terms of Endearment

“You wrote a contract?” Eustass Kid questions, reading over the single page you handed to him and Law.

You had really sat down and chewed on the entire idea once you had gotten home, and had started to list out notes to make sure you were keeping everything in order. That had shifted into drafting something like a contract, not that it was meant to be legally binding in any way. You had titled it “Terms of Endearment” because you’re a nerd and it amused you, but now that the two of them were reading it with bemused smirks on their faces you wanted to take the pages back and just disappear.

You were all having coffee and donuts at a café down the street from the Gym. Having this conversation at the Gym felt wildly uncomfortable so you had all opted for the small café.

You were also acutely aware of how good the two of them looked right now. They weren’t wearing anything special, jeans and t-shirts both of them, but maybe it was because everything was out in the open about, but it just wasn’t fair. It was hard to focus on them before now, and it was certainly worse now.

Worse? Better? Right now it was really hard to say.

“It’s… yeah.” You admit your face going red. “I got worked up last night thinking about everything and this helped me calm down, and -.”

“No, it’s fine Mouse.” He interrupts, his face twisting as he fights to stifle a laugh. “It’s very you.”

You make a displeased noise, and Kid covers his mouth with his hand.

“You want Eustass-ya and I to spend time together… without you?” Law questions. Unlike Kid he had been reading over it for the last couple minutes.

“Eh?!” Kid turns his attention back to the paper and starts reading, you can see his golden-brown eyes moving back and forth.

“Yeah, I mean, you guys don’t have to get along 100%, but I’d like you to be able to get along with each other without me around. I don’t want to worry I’ll be coming back to a fight or something every time I leave you on your own.” You explain. “Not that that’s really ever been a problem, but-.”

“I get it. You’re worried the change in dynamic from friends to lovers would make things worse.” Law interrupts with a sigh. His expression says he wants to argue but can’t. “The logic’s sound.”

“This is all Honor System based.” Kid says after reading the whole thing.

“Yeah, I’m not trying to get lawyers or blood oaths involved.” You’re grinning as you look between the two of them. “Besides, I trust you two. If not then, well, I mean, I probably wouldn’t have been willing to try this.”

Kid makes a face as he looks over it again.

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s nothing in here to protect you.” He says, setting the paper down and tapping it. “What if we get to the end of this trial and you decide you don’t like either of us? I mean, if you pick one or the other, then the other just bounces – finds a different gym, keeps their distance on campus, that sort of thing.”

“I… huh? I mean… we would just… go back to being friends, right?” You had been so sure about that, but seeing Kid and Law’s faces was making you feel weird.

“(Y/N)-ya…” Law hesitated, but you could understand the look on his face.

“Sorry Mouse, but we did this because… I mean, shit. It sounds like a punk-ass thing to say, but I’d need some time if you picked that emo-fuck.” Kid’s expression was caught between embarrassment and frustration.

“He’s not wrong.” Law admits.

“Oh. Oh… ah hahaha, aahh – heck.” You put your hands over your face. “I’m… I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”

“It’s alright, we were trying to not pressure you.” Law explains.

“… The way you two keep talking, it’s like you’ve been talking about this between yourselves before now.” You say, peeking from between your fingers enough to see them both flinch.

“It was… a few weeks ago.” Law starts explaining. “We both knew how the other felt about you long before then (Y/N)-ya, but-.”

“Long before then?” You repeat. You’re not mad, but you were starting to wonder how long you had been oblivious about these two. You’re starting to feel a little horrified that you never noticed before now.

“… I’m not gonna recount sappy shit like that in front of him.” Kid grumbles. “But yeah, long before.”

Law clears his throat and pulls the conversation back. “A few weeks ago, we heard someone talking about Sweetest Day. We made, well, a Gentleman’s Bet. We’d ask at the same time, the same way, and take whatever happened.”

“I said you wouldn’t be able to choose,” Kid interjects with a grin. “You’re too nice, Mouse.”

“That’s when we agreed to offer the compromise.” Law finishes dryly. “The counteroffer,” he says tapping the paper, “wasn’t exactly expected, but I can’t say I’m completely surprised.”

You’re quiet for a moment before you sigh. “So, everything’s going to change just before winter break no matter what.”

“Everything was going to change once you graduated,” Kid says, and when you catch his gaze you can feel the heat rising in your face. “We weren’t exactly oblivious, Mouse.”

“It’s another reason why we were willing to take the risk.” Law adds.

“I wasn’t… I mean, I meant to… um.”

“Meant to say nothing and just let that ship sail, eh? Gonna move back to whatever part of the Metro you came from and let it go?” Kid’s voice was mostly teasing, but there was a twinge of irritation. “That’s letting things change for shitty reasons, Mouse.”

“For what it’s worth,” Law offers. “You weren’t overt, but it wasn’t impossible to notice either, and the two of us are around you more than most.”

Kid grunts. “You didn’t smile at Killer the same way, and your voice wouldn’t hit the same pitch, unless it was him.” He explains, jerking his thumb toward Law.

“Oh gods don’t start telling me my tells.” You say, putting your head down onto the table and covering the back of your head as you face goes red. “It’s too late for me to stop and I don’t need to hear it.”

Kid chuckles. “Alright, but there is one more thing we need to talk about, Mouse.”

“Somewhere other than here, though.” Law says, standing up. “It’s not a conversation that needs to be overheard.”

“You comfortable having us over?” Kid asks as you and he get up as well.

“I mean, yeah?” You did just admit you trusted them, and they were more likely to behave with the other around to keep them in check.

“Let’s head over there then,” Law says, “I’ll drive.”

“Do you even have a car? Your whole crew’s a buncha eco-freaks.” Kid asks as you all file out of the café. “I just can’t imagine rocking anything with more leg-room than a Prius.”

“You make it sound like you haven’t customized that beast of yours to be practically zero emissions.” Law retorts easily, clicking a button and flashing the lights on a black Audi with gold rims.

“That’s not a Prius,” you grin at Eustass as he snorts. “Is that an RS7?”

“It’s the limited edition,” Kid grumbles before Law could answer.

You made Kid sit up front with Law and gave directions to your apartment from the café. It was a short enough drive, and nothing happened in the car. You took them up to the fourth, and top, floor of the complex and brought them into your space.

It was a simple enough design. A small hall with a coat closet and space for shoes that opened into a kitchen on the right and a living room space beyond that. Your bedroom was to the left, just after a door to a half-bath that was meant for guest usage. The full bathroom was beyond that, with a better entrance from your room. It was almost completely square, and easy enough to maintain. Ideal for one person with enough extra space for a couple guests.

The living room had just enough space for a sectional couch and a TV, with a couple stools that were under the breakfast counter that separated the living room and kitchen.

You made coffee and tea for drinks for everyone and Kid and Law settled into either side of the sectional. Setting drinks down, you pulled a stool over to the coffee table and sat on it, facing the two of them.

“So, what’s the clandestine topic you have to share that can’t be said in a café?”

“How much do you know about the Metro’s underground?” Law asks calmly.

You almost choke on your tea.

“I mean, I grew up close to the center of the city.” You admit, regaining your composure easily. “I’m sure I know more than most. Like, I know the Warlords by name, and I know they’re meant to keep the Emperors in check. I know the outer sections have, um, Kings – people who establish themselves in those areas and make a bid for either a Warlord position or Emperor position.

“And all that is because everyone believes the legendary One Piece is somewhere in the center of the Metro.” You take a sip of your tea as you finish.

“Wow, Mouse.” Kid looks genuinely surprised. “Here I thought you were just a little house mouse.”

“Do you know who the King of East Blue is?” Law sets his tea down as he asks. If he was surprised by what you knew you hadn’t caught his expression.

You nod. “I would like to hope so.”

“Friends of yours?” Kid questions and you nod again. He laughs, and it’s full of amusement. “Fuck Mouse, we were walking around on our tiptoes and here you’re practically in the same boat.”

“Eh?”

“Eustass-ya is the King of South Blue, and I’m the King of North Blue.” Law explains. “Half of why I’m finishing my degree here, and why Eustass is here, is so we can watch over East Blue for Luffy while his crew’s traveling.”

“So… you’re all friends?”

Law shrugs. “It’s more like an alliance.”

“It turns out what we’re all after is just different enough there’s no reason for us not to help one another.” Kid explains.

“I… huh.” You sit on the stool and mull over what you were hearing.

“We wanted you to know what you were potentially getting into, if this goes forward.” Law says. “It’s not the kind of information that should said lightly, but it would be -.”

“It’d be fucked up if you fell for us without knowing we’re basically criminals, Mouse.” Kid interrupts.

“Yeah… I…” You make a weird noise of frustration. “Hang on.”

You get up and go into your bedroom, pulling a picture down that has you, Luffy, and Shanks. You’re barely even ten in the photo and Luffy’s a couple years younger, and Shanks wasn’t pushing forty. You go back out into the living room, looking down at the picture, before sighing and handing it over.

“I’m… not allowed to speak on the details, but I think that says enough.”

You might not have seen any surprise on Law’s face before, but you certainly saw it now. He handed the photo over to Kid who nearly dropped it.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing he’s not part of our plans.” Law admits, shaking his head lightly. “Of all the possibilities to expect, this was not one of them.”

Kid laughs, setting the picture down on the coffee table. “We’re all a bunch of idiots. No wonder you were always so vague about your family, Mouse. Fuck, we were all worried about running the others off by bein’ honest.” He leans back, putting his arms out along the back of the couch. “This all sounds like the best outcome we coulda hoped for.”

“I mean, yeah, but… ah, I hope I don’t come across as rude for saying this, but I’m not officially associated with, um-.”

“Neither of us are here ‘cause we’re trying for anything like that.” Kid says with a crooked smile, waving his hand idly. “I mean, we didn’t know about any of this until just now.”

“And we’re not like the Charlottes,” Law added. “We’re not going exploit you.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t, I just -.”

“It’s fine, Mouse. We get it.” Kid pats the couch. “We got all the details covered, come sit down.”

“I am sitting.” You insist, motioning to your stool.

“You’re not sitting. You’re perched like you’re a sneeze away from locking yourself in your room.” Kid says, giving you a sarcastic look. “Your paper thing said you wanted the three of us to hang out from time to time, and not just one or the other of us, so,” he pats the couch again. “I’m not going to eat you. I mean, not unless you ask me to.”

“You’ve sat between us before,” Law points out.

“Yes, before uh…” You wave your hand idly, but get up with a bit of a sigh, walking past Law’s legs to sit in the turn of the sectional. “It was easier when I didn’t know that anyone knew.”

Kid slides a little closer, turning at the last minute and bringing his leg up so there was a buffer between the two of you. He’s still tall enough to close the distance, but he stays back for the most part.

“If anything makes you uncomfortable, just use a color system, Mouse.” He offers with a sure grin. “Green means you’re good, yellow means you’re not sure and things need to slow down, and red means you need things to stop.”

“That sounds like safe words for BDSM,” you muse, glancing over and seeing Law’s moved closer as well, his position mirroring Kid’s.

“It’s a straightforward way to communicate that’s easy to remember in the heat of the moment.” Law explains, the look in his eyes making your face go red. You can’t hold onto the golden gaze and look away, opting instead to look at your knees and feet. “What color are you at now?”

You can feel Law and Kid leaning closer. You can feel your heart thundering in your chest, and you’re certainly you’re lit up like a Christmas tree right now, but you’re not uncomfortable. Embarrassed, sure, and certainly not in a mind to initiate anything yourself, but you don’t feel unsafe.

“G-green.”

“You’re beet-red and you’re saying green?” Kid muses. He doesn’t sound argumentative, just curious.

You nod.

“Can you explain it to me, (Y/N)-ya?”

“I… I’m not afraid, and, um, even though I’m – I’m,” you stumble over the word and just wave your hand around your obviously red face. “It’s… not… uncomfortable. I’m not worried or… anything.”

“So, if we go a little further,” Kid’s voice is heavy in your ear and you can feel the tickle of his breath against your skin.

His fingers slip over your yours lightly, and Law’s do the same with your other hand. You can’t believe these two coordinated this, but you can imagine they’re both caught up in the moment in similar ways. Kid’s hand is hot, almost feverishly so, and Law’s hand is cool by comparison, almost cold. Neither were uncomfortable, but you were reminded of red vs blue, fire vs ice, night and day.

Definably different, but oddly similar at the same time.

“If you just turn your head a little,” Kid prompts.

You shake your head. “I… I don’t want to choose, I’m sorry.”

“Then me first,” Law’s voice is practically a command. “I don’t want that punk’s lipstick all over the place,” he grumbles, a thin cool finger pressed against your chin, turning you gently toward him.

You can hear Eustass click his tongue, but he doesn’t argue. Law’s lips find yours, soft and dry and warm, with a kiss that’s restrained. You can almost feel the need and want that lingers behind it, it’s practically chaste, if not for the emotions behind it. You could feel your heart flutter, and the little zip of electricity that skip through your chest made your breath come out just a little heavy.

You smiled softly at Law before you turned toward Eustass.

“Don’t start being competitive already,” You say, seeing the wolfish grin on Kid’s face.

“Yeah, yeah, c’mere, Mouse.” His words are grinning more than his mouth as his lips push against yours. The hot kiss carried the scent and feel of lipstick, but the same restrained emotions swirled behind it. Given his usual default level of fire and passion you felt like he was restraining himself even more, to avoid making you think he was being competitive.

The flutter and zing of your heart was different from what Law did to you, but it was still deeply pleasant and, admittedly, addicting.

If these first kisses were any indication, you were going to face a terribly difficult choice come winter break.

#Hat Trick #eustass kid #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au

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raytm-moved · 1 year

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I give you Riku for the character meme!

GIVE ME A CHARACTER;

and I’ll break their ass down:

how I feel about this character: riku has been a personal fav since i started the series. i am always drawn to the sunshine boys i swear to god despite the deceiving fact that i seem to always write the ones with the saddest backstories. riku does both of those for me. by being the character who is always smiling in spite of his own set backs, who's always trying his hardest for the sake of others and his dream. i just love him a lot !!! he doesn't let his illness hold him back and is always doing his utmost sobs. All the people I ship romantically with this character: the first character that comes to mind would be iori and that's because they seem to have this back and forth going on where iori is always looking out for him and they have their back and forth quips which is rather wholesome. but honestly, i could see him being plotted with a bunch of others. My non-romantic OTP for this character: i have alot of feelings about his relationship with tenn. there's so much tension there, so much that has gone on between the two of them, unresolved feelings and hurt but tenn is his brother and they just !!!! hand gestures. and his relationship with everyone in idolish 7 and the manager !!! like their whole dynamic is both hilarious and so inherently good. there's so many personalities in there and they're all bouncing off each other or colliding and it just makes them so much fun to follow alongside. My unpopular opinion about this character: i dont think i have any like inherently unpopular opinions but that also might be because im both new to the fandom and no literally one person in it LMAO. i would say, perhaps, the fact that he's seen as only a sunshine boy when he's very multi faceted and there's a lot of pain he's endured to get to the place he is right now. One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: he needs to have his hand held and maybe a hug that is all.

#i love riku sm i just want him to be happy and for his family drama to be resolved oml.

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littleliteraturersj · 2 years

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Freddy Gives Baby His Bottle. (Freddy & Chucky HoH:DC excerpt)

-Chucky climbed his way back atop his seat next to Freddy’s. Once comfortably seated, he tilted the bottle his way and asked; “Y’mind?” Freddy stopped tilting his stool back and forth to cut him an uninterested side-eye; “What?” The doll fought not to roll his eyes. He waved the bottle side to side; “Y’mind doin’ me a solid by poppin’ the cap off?”

The dream demon sneered; “Whaddya think I am? A bottle opener?”

“C’moon. Don’t act like you don’t use that glove of yours for anythin’ else.”

Freddy rasped out a laugh. Fixing the Lakeshore Strangler with a grin, he drew his knees in enough to uncross his legs. He retracted one from the top of the island to place a foot on the floor. Setting one striped elbow down on top of the lowered leg, he leaned towards Chucky with his glove.

“This,” Freddy stretched the finger-blades wide, turning his metallic hand this way and that. He stared at him through the slants of the knives, various shines of the kitchen light ghosting over them. “Is a multi-purpose tool.”

The doll's eyes bounced between the bacon and his glove, mildly unimpressed; “Yeah? So’s a Swiss Army Knife. Big whoop. Besides, you just proved my point, dickhead. Multi-purpose tool, you gonna open it or not?” Again he waved the bottle for emphasis. Freddy gave him a short-lived glower; Short-lived because it was quickly replaced with a smug purse of lips; "Sure. What're friends for?" Before the joke could be made, Chucky ushered it aside with a closer slant of the beverage in his hand; "Yeah, yeah, hidey-ho. Help me out."

Refusing to ruin what he had in mind, Freddy let his glove approach the top of the offered bottle. With the plaything's eyes glued to the cap in anticipation of the beverage underneath, the doll had no way of seeing what was coming. Chucky wet his lips while the blades drew closer.

Too bad he wasn’t going to get any.

Instead the glove quickly snatched the drink away from the doll entirely.

“Hey!” Freddy gave him a shit-eating grin as he switched the beer from his right hand to his left. Without looking at what he was doing, he watched Chucky’s reaction as he began to vigorously shake the bottle. Small hands batted at his gloved arm; “Hey, hey, the fuck you doin’! You’re wastin’ it! Give it back, dick!” This only encouraged the bastard to shake it some more.

Chucky groaned and threw his hands. So much for that.

Even through the brown of the glass, the head of foam could be seen just waiting to escape once opened. And after admiring his handiwork, the red and green asshole did just that. He popped the cap off with an index blade, bringing forth a spew of foam and liquid from the mouth of the bottle. The mess spilled over the lip of the top, staining and drenching his scarred hand and sweater sleeve in rivulets. The sight of the wasted brew had Chucky grimacing; “You’re such a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? I hope you know that.”

Freddy snickered and extended the ruined drink his way while it proceeded to foam. With a dramatic side to side swing of his hatted head, he said; “Ooh, poor wittle baby couldn’t open his bottle, so Freddy opened it for him. You wanted me to open it for ya, so I did,” The hand holding the drink hostage obnoxiously pressed closer to the Good Guy’s personal bubble; “Here you goo.”

The doll swiped the offer away; "Fuck off.” Chucky turned away from him, disgusted and dissatisfied. He had been hoping that the alcohol would hold him over until Jennifer could come to her senses and get some real food cooking, but that was becoming less and less likely to happen the longer the night stretched on.

Freddy Krueger shrugged; “More for me.” He knocked back the drink greedily, causing the grumpy doll to momentarily wonder how the hat managed to stay stuck to his bald, seared head. He reasoned it had a lot less to do with the bastardization of gravity, and a Hell of a lot more to do with his greasy, boiler-smelling skin. Making a show of enjoying the ruined product, Freddy was sure to savor the spilt remains that lingered on the skin of his hand by licking and sucking at it with his tongue; Like a horrifically burned cat licking at the back of its paw.

Disgusting fuck. If tonight got any worse, Chucky was gonna have to call it and get some shut-eye. He wasn’t happy at the thought of going to bed on an empty stomach, but it had to be better than spending the rest of the night with this unlikable prick. Krueger always knew how to get on his nerves. The guy had a special talent for pissin’ him and everyone else around off. Seriously, sometimes he was tempted to take mental notes because the guy did ‘bastard’ so well, and who else to learn from if not the master?-

#House of Horrors: Director's Cut #my fic #freddy krueger #chucky #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher community #slashers living together

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aaleaqlania · 2 years

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al haitham calls the machinations he will put in place the reappacification plan; first of all, he will gather as much mora as a bag could scoop, and make a note with all the flourish kaveh would want and need, a confession of his wrongdoings. verbatim, it will simply recite a plain I WAS WRONG and, paired with the money, it should be good.

problem is, the comb encounters two snags in its path.

the first one is that nilou, kaveh’s best friend, is horrified by the method the scribe picked to restore the peace: her ( polite ) instistence that he changes it is met with equally polite confusion, as al haitham knows the flaw in it. he patiently lets her explain, through stutterings and trying extremely hard to not be rude, that sending kaveh money when he has been accused to only care for it would be counterproductive.

they discuss the matter over a picnic, outside of the city, and the stoic man can only agree with nilou that he has to take another route. when al haitham makes her privy to a particular thing weighting on him, he finds himself wrapped in an hug and having secured her help.

( he’s a bit confused as to why he didn’t had the need to lead her into a pre-crafted plan. still... success...? )

the second one is that his wealth doesn’t deplenish further, aside from his daily spendings. this makes him raise his brows, until rumors bouncing between the akademiya and the adventurer’s guild reveal that the idiot is careening head first into disaster: running back and forth with increased desperation between commission to sustain his spendings with hard-earned mora, instead of the easy fortune he has access to in al haitham’s name; and lacking time to complete his project.

he’s proving me wrong, al haitham registers with time and keeping an eye on the gossips. for once, those prove useful. still, this is the less bothersome thing to solve. there’s even some admiration for how stubborn and independent kaveh is trying to be after his accusations.

being the scribe allows him consistent access to the akademiya, even when specific sectors are supposed to be closed at certaint hours. it takes him nothing to slip back into the grandiose building, using his multi-purpose key to open the office of the darshan in need, and to slip a parchment in a different calligraphy in the lone papers over a particular desk...

however, kaveh is in clear need of help. and help from above comes.

to everyone’s surprise but his, the door of his office is nearly torn off the hinges the next morning by the breathless, dishreveled head of the kshahrewar darshan. ‘ the funding... ‘ they gasp, nearly aghast with surprise, ‘ grand acting scribe! t-the funding! we have received an-an important funding offer for our latest project! ‘

‘ oh? let me see, ‘ he takes the parchment that he wrote the night before, scanning it with measured calmness. ‘ a generous offer indeed. as far as i know, your darshan has been lacking funders. ‘

‘ and we haven’t had any breakthroughs in that... ‘ they agree with a sigh, short of puppy-eyeing him. ‘ it’s not like kshahrewar has been having any supporters recently. i wonder who suddendly decided to donate for our researches? ‘

‘ perhaps miss dunyarzad? ‘ he suggests, innocent-looking. ‘ as far as i know, after certaint events, she has been eager to help. there’s a chance she has been informed of this new project, and is impatient to see it done. ‘

and then comes the pleading. ‘ please? could you approve it, just this time? there’s an important project that one of our seniors is developing in the desert, and... ‘

if he gave in now, it would be suspicious. his reputation precedes him in an all-too-familiar script. a sneer, a vague promise to look at it later. still, he can’t dawdle too much on it. ‘ as i said: you’re in luck today. my workload isn’t massive, and it’ll give me time to look at this. let half a day pass, then come to see me. i should be done tracing back the document to the anonymous funder, and i’ll start the procedure. ‘

( of course, after those words, the head darshan keeps peeking nervously over his door every half an hour. it’s irritating, but he can endure it. it’s how it’s supposed to go. it’s not the first nor the last time he’ll be distrusted. )

and when they finally come in, all brighg eyed and speechless, they admire the fluid movement of al haitham’s hand resting the paper on his desk, and stamping it with the green ink signaling an approval. ‘ here you go, ‘ he says, almost pleasantly.

the squeal after and how the darshan’s head wrap around him to spin him in place, before they snatch the parchment and speed out of his office, is the second hug he has received in a few days that he’s caught by surprise for.

( ... he’s starting to think that there’s just something huggable about him, and he isn’t sure if he likes it or not. )

however, his plan has been set in action. the paperwork he faces today seems a little more lighter.

#( ic ) ━ scribe at work.#DEVELOPMENT. MAN

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chockie-dev · 8 months

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week 1/2

summary of team progress so far

We formed our team, met up a few times for several hours each to brainstorm our game idea and crunch out the proposal. A lot of downtime between meetings was actually spent ideating just throwing ideas back and forth in our server chat. We made our pitch presentation based on that proposal. Content-wise, this included the game concept, mechanics, objectives, characters, visual style, and game world, with some supporting illustrations.

my contributions

I did quite a lot of writing in the proposal document, specifically these sections:

Overview: high concept, genre, pitch

Objectives

Gameplay structure

Story

I also created the main concept illustration showing the game world, as well as some original character designs and sketches (lower fidelity due to time constraints).

reflection

While we were able to put together a reasonably fleshed out proposal in time for presentations yesterday, I still felt like there was a lot missing from it and honestly wasn't personally satisfied with the state of it. For one, the team really struggled on fleshing out the idea which initially belonged to one of the other team members, which meant we all ended up having different ideas of how the game would actually work, look, etc. While this is likely at least partly due to us not more clearly communicating in our meeting and coming to a clear consensus before writing the proposal, I also think a big chunk of that is how huge the scope of the Genre Jumper idea is. It literally contains several games that could be their own games within it, never mind the complex story and multi layered visual aspects. It just has so much to keep track of that I'm kind of not surprised we were all over the place with it. Maybe part of it is also that, I think our group consists of a lot of strong developers who were previously team leads last semester and now we're all at odds with each other with our own ideas.

After the feedback we got from presenting in class, I really want to pivot to a completely new idea that is much more clear and focused and cohesive in what it wants to be. As of writing, it's yet to be fully decided, but I brainstormed some ideas and tried bouncing them off the group to get feedback, thoughts, suggestions along the way while still trying to retain my vision for it, taking a stronger leadership role. Currently it seems possible or even likely that one team member who does not really vibe with my new idea is going to split off and work solo to make his own game that he wants to do that the rest of us are not as interested in, which is understandable.

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handstitchedanarchist · 2 years

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Master List:

Hi! I’m Jesse. I like to write and draw stuff, and my current hyperfixation is Star Wars. (For literal decades, my main hyperfixation just bounces back and forth between Star Wars and Star Trek every couple years or so. So… I’ll probably be back on my Star Trek bullshit eventually lol)

I write and draw a lot, but only just started posting things online this year. (I’m autistic and get super worked up about posting anything on any social media, so this is a big step for me! Lol)

Writing:

[Link to AO3]

Multi-Chapter Fics:

Welcome to the Afterlife (Fives Haunts Fox) -- WIP

Bad Times on Coruscant (Fordo on Coruscant) -- COMPLETE

Sins of the Father (Boba & the Coruscant Guard) -- WIP

Cody Does a Mutiny: After the events of Umbara, Kadavo, and Rako Hardeen in quick succession, Cody has fucking had it. He decides to leave and take his brothers with him. All of them. The Republic can fight its own damn war. (Working title. Very excited about this one) -- FUTURE

Jedi Schism: The clone wars end. The Jedi survive. Anakin nails his 95 fucking theses to the wall. The Jedi split in a schism that eerily echoes the unresolved politics of the clone wars. (Or, turning my ridiculously in-depth knowledge of the 1500s christian reformation into something useful) -- FUTURE

The Corries Get Social Media Famous: Combining my two favorite things, the Corruscant Guard and explaining vines in excruciating detail. (Possibly nobody will find this funny but me) -- FUTURE

And literally so, so much more.

Art:

I don’t consider myself much of an artist, but I do enjoy drawing fan art on Procreate! Here are some of my recent pieces:

It’s Always Sunny on Coruscant (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia inspired meme redraws)

Fox & Cody

Anakin & Rex

Fox loses his shit and becomes a conspiracy theorist

Fox (creepy)

Baby Maul

Seventeen, Fordo & Baby CCs

Art for the amazing Firefly AU fic Where I Cannot Stand by @jebiknights for the WIP Big Bang challenge

Prompts welcome! (Especially parodies or meme redraws like the ‘it’s always sunny on Coruscant’ ones!)

Other:

I don’t often talk about other stuff, but it’ll be tagged with My Thoughts On Stuff

#pinned post #my writing #my art #my thoughts on stuff

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flamingredanon · 3 years

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Welcome to my little Tumblr blog here, my name is FlamingRedAnon but you can call me Lizzy as well. I'm autistic, go by she/her, am a panromantic ace and my B-Day is May 30th.

My main fandom is The Henry Stickmin Collection currently, but I also enjoy Megaman (especially the X series including Command Mission), Castlevania, Shovel Knight, Mario especially the various RPG series, the Tales of series but especially Symphonia, Vesperia, Abyss and the two Xillias, lots of older animes and I enjoy things like birds, wings, vampires and some musicals like Cats and Phantom of the Opera.

I can also be found on Instagram, Twitter, Bluesky, and AO3 going by FlamingRedAnon as well, and I currently have a comic blog about my Fantasy AU over at @thscfantasyau and my multi ship blog is @lizzysthscshipsblog and when writing requests open back up they will be found on a side blog for everyone's sanity (aka this will be edited to show said blog when the time comes)

I am not currently taking THSC art requests.

Also proshippers can kindly go elsewhere as you are not welcomed here.

Anyone can take any ideas, AUs or ramblings you see on my blog and make your own stuff with it, I am ok with comic/content dubs as long as credit is given and my ask box is always open.

My art and writing however are off limits to any type of AI.

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And here is a list of some (not ship focused) AUs I have, which are written underneath here so the pinned post isn't too long, and apologies in advance for some of the AUs not having names

(WIP at the moment)

Toppat Galeforce AU, a story where Galeforce was a spy in the Toppat Clan during Terrence's reign, but decides to stay with the Toppats and become leader after dethroning Reginald, who had just dethroned Terrence minutes before.

Galeforce ropes in Dmitri Petrov (and maybe even Misha) as his second and now has to deal with a pissed off Government because of the betrayal and the duo of Reginald and Terrence (think Team Rocket shenanigans)

Vampire Trio AU, formally known as the Vampire AU, stories about the Toppat Coven and the current vampire lord and his lovers, Lord Reginald Copperbottom, Right Handman Galeforce and Henry Stickmin, dealing with balancing peace with the Red Mesa village, Dmitri Petrov and his Vampire Hunters and keeping their fellow vampires safe.

There is a darker bad end of the AU featuring Reginald going by Fallen Reginald, getting revenge on anyone that could be held responsible for the deaths of Henry and Right while trying to find some way to go back in time to try to save them.

A Darkened Left Hand AU or ADLH for short, a darker story about Revenged going wrong for Henry and him getting rewired to becoming a Toppat weapon known as Left Hand Man, the story bouncing between Left and the Toppats, Charles Calvin and his band of comrades known as the Rescue Team who want to save Henry, and the Government who want to stop the Toppats at any cost.

(note that any posts that deal with the weapon Left will also be tagged with the ADLH AU tag while the OC Left will not have such tags)

Timeline Wilford AU, a story of Sir Wilford IV having timeline powers but things going wrong because of trying to force a new choice, leaving him void bound untill a chance meeting with a young man named Henry Stickmin with his own timeline powers lets him be able to go back and forth from the void.

Now Wilford tries his best to teach Henry about what he knows so that Henry avoids making the same mistake that left him void bound, slowly catching up with what he had missed after disappearing and hoping that one day he would be free from his punishment.

Wall Ellie AU, a story about Ellie Rose Petrov, daughter of Dmitri Petrov, who sets up the whole event of Toppat Civil War and has almost the entirety of the Toppats locked up after sabotaging the rocket launch, minus Henry and the Good Gents and technically Reginald and Right.

Henry now has to figure out a way to rescue everyone from the Wall and deal with the frozen rose herself.

(Currently has multiple paths which includes Ellie dying, Dmitri dying in Ellie's place and Henry needing to come up with a plan with just his Good Gents)

Unknown AU name yet, but the story is about a Toppat King Henry with timeline powers, currently being haunted by the ghosts from three past bad timelines, a Jewel Baron Henry who goes by The Baron or JB, Free Man Right Hand Man who goes by Fright, and Revenged Reginald or just Rev.

Ruby Wilford AU, a smaller story about Sir Wilford IV getting his strength from the cursed Romanian Ruby, with Terrence and Reginald accidentally finding out this secret one night and the chaos that happens afterwards.

Henry is Terrence AU, multiple ideas and stories about Henry Stickmin actually being Terrence Suave himself, sometimes because of amnesia or just making a new identity for himself, with his paths either helping the Toppats and atoning for his bad leadership, joining the Government and carving out a new path in life, or getting revenge on the Toppats or even Reginald for being dethroned.

Right Hand Man Green AUs based off of RHMG, darker stories featuring Charles Calvin's failed attempt at trying to run off with evidence about Right being Green, getting turned into a fellow Toppat Killer cyborg called Charlie and the reverb that has with the story, or of Toppat Killer Copper, formally known as Reginald Copperbottom who fell for Galeforce's and Dr. V's trick and was promptly captured without most other Toppat not knowing what happened.

(I may expand on those later and give both stories a happier ending)

Breaking the Cycle AU, an Ending the Cycle AU that features Henry getting tired of all the loops and deciding to take over the mysterious Pocket Watch Clan, with some help from Charles and Right.

After Henry becomes the new Father Time and explains everything to Right and Charles, the three friends work to not just end the timeline cycle, but break it and each creating their own timelines, not knowing that power can corrupt goals and cause even more trouble.

Not quite a complete Adventure Time AU but has a few of the same themes, a story of Terrence Suave slowly losing himself to his timeline powers and becoming Gadget Gabe and of Randy Radman joining the CCC to try to save Terrence from his chaos no matter the cost.

Sword Henry AU, a story about Henry wielding the Biggol Sword and getting revenge on Reginald Copperbottom and the Toppat Elites on behalf of his father, Terrence Suave. Lots of sword fighting ensues.

CCC Experiments AU, an AU that features Terrence, Right and Reginald being escaped CCC experiments with different types of chaos powers, joining the Toppat Clan and figuring out things while hiding their abilities so that they aren't found out.

Henry Petrov AU, a story that was originally about Henry being Dmitri's son that was kidnapped as a child and the two reuniting after Special Brovert Ops but then changed to Henry growing up in the Wall and eventually teaming up with the Government (with Dmitri's cautious permission) to find out the person that killed his mother years ago.

Wall Revenged AU (not the exact title) is an AU where Dmitri and the Wall staff save Henry after Betrayed instead of Dr V, offering him, Wilhelm Krieghaus, Sureshot Sherman and Ahnoldt Schwarz a place among the Wall as bounty hunters, as long as they help the Wall take down the Toppats.

With Reginald having betrayed everyone in some way, they all accept, leading to quite the different face off at the Dogobogo Jungle.

Government Reginald AU, a story of Reginald Copperbottom being a Government spy

#mod lizzy speaks #pinned post #because a clearer one needed to be done for awhile

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paisley-print · 3 years

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Near The Water’s Edge: Chapter Four

After fleeing your abusive husband, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.

Inspired by the novel “Safe Haven” written by Nicolas Sparks.

Series Master List

Frankie Morales x Female Reader Rating: 18+ / Heavy adult themes eventual smut. Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Mentions of death, PTSD, anxiety, mentions of police case, police. Word Count:

Note: Another heavy chapter, but things will let lighter as the chapters go on. Enjoy the first half of the beach day.

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The ride passed in comfortable silence, the three of you listening to the radio and Lucy looking out the window at the cars in the next lane. All Frankie could think about was how nice it was to have someone else there to spend the day. He knew Lucy must have been feeling the same way, since he hadn’t seen her so excited about a beach trip in a long while.

He appreciated how patient you were with her; it was something he noticed even on that first day. The way you refused help until you knew she was alright. That moment had stuck with him more than anything else.

The memory of what Will said earlier surfaced in his mind. He shifted in his seat and glanced at you. Yes, you were beautiful. Strikingly so. A woman who could walk into a room and turn every head in the place; both men and women alike. Of course Frankie had been taken with you. He tried to suppress it, scolding himself whenever he was alone in bed at night and found his thoughts wandering....

His only goal right now was to be your friend because he cared for you and knew that you needed help. He wasn’t sure what kind of help, but he sensed that you were alone and at some point in your life something very bad had happened to you. He wouldn’t pry though, he would wait until you were ready to share.

The beach wasn’t too packed; it was still early in the season and the tourists hadn’t moved into their summer homes yet. The boys had done an oddly efficient job at setting everything up. When Ben and Will got into a little spat about how to sink the umbrella into the sand , Frankie simply rolled his eyes and continued to spray Lucy with sunblock. It made you laugh, they all seemed so comfortable with one another.

The day was hot and everybody seemed eager to get into the water, everyone except you and Frankie. You had bought a bathing suit at the store, intending on going in... but somewhere during the car ride you changed your mind.

“You can go in if you want,” you told Frankie “I don’t mind just watching.”

He shrugged, “I don’t normally go in either.”

Then just like that the two of you were suddenly alone, both woefully unprepared for any sort of conversation.

You thought of something quickly, filling the silence “the marina was packed today.”

“Yeah, It’s always like that on memorial day. Most of the summer too, be prepared for the restaurant to start getting busy.”

“I prefer it that way. It makes the shifts go faster. So I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you do? I assumed you owned the marina?”

He paused for a moment. “Uh, technically I do. It was a wedding gift from my parents. An uncle had died and left it to them. I think they just wanted to get rid of it, but I have an office manager that does all the upfront stuff….. normally I just work on repairs.”

Married. That wasn’t what you were expecting, but still no ring. “Did you go to school for that?”

“Kind of. I had training for planes, but you would be surprised just how similar the two are.” You gave him a look. He glanced at you and laughed sheepishly. “What?”

“I’m sorry, did you say planes?”

“Yeah”

“You fix planes?”

He smiled and crossed his arms, trying to seem much cooler than he actually was. “I fly them too.”

“You fly pl-....do you take constructive criticism?”

He laughed, “Of course.”

“Lead with that next time.”

He looked at you skeptically. “How am I supposed to lead with that, exactly?”

“You say, hi my name is pilot Frankie …..”

He shook his head, grinning. “Morales,” he informed you.

“Hi my name is pilot Frankie Morales, nice to meet you.”

He played along, “but how will I know if people actually like me for me, or they just want me to take them for a ride in a plane?”

You shrugged “it's tough being a celebrity, I don’t make the rules.”

“Oh yeah, celebrity, that’s me,” he said sarcastically.

You kicked at the sand with your foot. “Also I liked you before I knew you had the coolest hobby in the world. So, you know that you can trust me.”

He glanced over at you and immediately noticed your smile. He had seen you smile before, but they would never quite reach your eyes. This one, he could tell, was real. He opened his mouth to speak when, in the distance, a wave crashed and Lucy squealed with laughter. Both of you turned your heads to look.

“Will Lucy be okay out there?” you asked. She had on a life vest and was being supervised in the shallows by the rest of the adults. Santi was holding onto a boogie board Lucy used to keep herself up.

“Yeah, I know they seem like idiots but they are good men.” Frankie reached into the cooler to grab a bee and popped the cap off with the bottle opener. “Do you want one?”

You shook your head, “No thank you, but I’ll take a water bottle if you have it.” He set his beer down in his cup holder and reached into the cooler again. The bottle was freezing cold when he handed it to you. Perfect for a sunny day.

You wiped the condensation off on your dress. “Can I ask you something? It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, taking a sip of beer.

“Lucy’s mom is she….? Are you two still….? I don’t mean to pry, I guess I’m just a little confused.”

“You and I both,” he said with a sigh. “I’m married but we are not together anymore, haven’t been for a few years.”

“Oh,” you said simply, not finding any clarification in what he told you. If anything, you had more questions, but you didn’t want to push. Besides, it didn’t matter anyway…. you couldn’t, you were married as well. “Does your family live in the area?”

“Nope, they live up north. Katie never really knew her family. She grew up in the foster system and was bounced around until she enlisted at eighteen. It’s just me and Lulu now, and the guys when they find the time to travel here.”

“I’m sorry,” you said honestly. “It must be hard not having your parents support.”

He shook his head and took another sip. “I expected it, even when I was younger, it seemed as though they were only interested in keeping me alive.” He looked down and started to peel off the sticker on the bottle as he spoke. “They are both doctors, mom is an archaeologist and dad an engineer. He actually helped design parts of the international space station…. I think they valued their careers more than anything else... they still do. The only time they ever came down to see Lucy was right after she was born, aside from that it’s usually a phone call on a holiday and a card with money in the mail.”

Although he tried to play it off as if it were just another part of life, you could see that it still affected him deeply. For a moment you thought about reaching out to take his hand, but you stopped yourself. “It really is their loss, they are missing out on two wonderful people.”

Frankie adjusted the baseball cap on his head, a sheepish little smile playing on his lips at the compliment. “Well, thank you. Lucy and I could say the same thing about you. You’re great with her.”

You glanced back at the little girl. She was smiling happily as Ben pulled her along on the boogie board. “I think little girls need to be protected, but not only that - they need to be seen and heard. She is already so independent and fierce. I can see how you encourage her to be her own person and not fit into any one mold. That’s important for little girls to learn.”

He laughed, “Yeah, she definitely gives me a run for my money, that's for sure. She can already repair an engine better than most men I know.”

A large gust of wind came through and took hold of the multi-colored beach ball beside you. Both you and Frankie sprang from your seats to race after it. The thing was fast, and you could not stop it from crashing into the waves. You noticed just how much cooler it was near the water’s edge. Although the temperature outside was sweltering, the Atlantic still held that winter chill. Both of you stared at the ball as it bobbed up and down with the tide.

Frankie waved it away with his hand and squinted in the sunlight. “It’s fine, it’ll probably just float down the beach to another family or something.”

You smirked at him “or choke a poor dimwitted sea turtle to death.”

He paused and shot you a pretend glare, then took off his hat, dropped it in the sand and reached for his shirt.

You giggled “no, no I’m joking. I got it.” You said, starting to strip down to your bathing suit also.

“Well, you gotta be faster than that,” he said, half jogging to the water.

You slipped off your dress easily and ran straight past him into the waves. Frankie was not far behind. You two were pushing against the tide as you reached for the ball. Fingertips just barely brushed against the plastic before it slipped a couple more inches away. This left just enough time for Frankie to swoop in and grab it.

Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard “hey!”

He shrugged, “I’m sorry that I care more about the environment than you.”

You splashed him with water playfully.

The two of you swam for another fifteen minutes, chatting about the town and volleying the ball back and forth. Frankie pretended not to see the way the droplets of water clung to your skin and sparkled under the sunlight. When he noticed the little lace pattern on the bottom of your swimsuit, he knew he had been staring for too long and forced himself to look away. The very last thing he wanted to do was scare you away, or make you believe he had some sort of ulterior motives to helping you.

You both dressed again before walking back up to the chairs. When the two of you returned, the group had already come back from swimming. They were passing around Tupperware full of fruit while Santi was starting up the tiny little grill he had brought.

“You guys really don’t play around for beach days,” you mentioned to Frankie.

“I tried to warn you,” he said with a smirk.

Will had Lucy thrown over his shoulder, carrying her easily with one arm. “Has anyone seen Fry?”

“I’m right here!” Lucy’s little voice drifted out from behind him.

Will started turning, pretending to look for her “Fry! Fry! Where are you!”

Lucy was hardly able to speak through her fit of giggles, “I’m behind you!”

He put her down on the sand, pretending as if he had seen her for the first time. “Jesus Fry! You scared me!”

“Lulu,” Frankie said, “come here so I can put more sunscreen on you.” Frankie took the bottle from the bag and sprayed her again, making sure to get her ears and the tops of her feet as well. He sprayed some in his hands, and Lucy scrunched up her nose as he applied it to her face.

Watching the two of them together made you smile. You were reminded again just how different Frankie was from your husband. David would have felt emasculated by having to take care of a child. If he had attended today, you would be sitting beside him silently the entire time, only getting up to fetch him a beer.

“Do you want some?” Frankie asked, and you were suddenly snapped right back to reality.

Even though you weren’t threatened by a burn yet, you figured it would be a good idea. “Yeah, thank you.” You offered him your arms, then the front of your legs.

“I used to be terrible with remembering sunblock until I got sun poisoning in Iraq, god never again.”

“Iraq?” you asked, and turned so he could get the backs of your legs.

“Yeah, with the air force” he told you, assuming you already knew.

Breath hitched in your throat as he brushed your hair over your shoulder. You cringed at the feeling of the warm sunscreen hitting the back of your neck and jerked away. It was enough for the others to notice. You laughed and lied quickly “damn horse flies hurt when they bite. They say you should wash off the bite with soap to get it to stop the swelling. Is there a bathroom here?”

You sounded believable. Becoming an expert liar had been the only thing keeping you alive for so long.

Frankie felt horrible. He didn’t quite know what he had done to trigger you, but he knew it was something. “It’s pretty far, I can walk with you-”

You shook your head, a wide smile still plastered across your lips. “Nope, I just need a direction.”

Santi jumped in quickly. “That building when we first came in, near the tennis courts.”

You nodded and started forward, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. Why was this happening right now? You were fine a moment ago and now you felt as though you couldn’t catch your breath. You shivered, remembering the feeling again and putting your hand on the back of your neck to stop it.

A soldier…. it made sense. You were too stupid to have seen it, the nicknames and the holiday......

Thankfully, they were single stall restrooms; you pulled the door shut and locked it behind you. The bottom of the floor was disgusting and filled with wet sand. You lifted yourself up onto the counter and sat, trying to calm down. A soldier, a soldier, you kept repeating to yourself. It was too similar. The anger, the potential for violence…. just like your husband.

You placed your head in your hands, and suddenly you were back in New Jersey. It was a bitter February, snow still on the ground. You were in your bathroom hiding as David raged in the living room and screamed at his coworker on the phone. A little boy had been killed by his father weeks ago. David was assigned to the case. When the trial came, the jury found the man innocent and let him walk free, even though all the evidence pointed to him as the killer. It was an embarrassment to David and the entire homicide unit

“God fucking dammit, y/n! y/n!”

You pulled yourself up on shaking legs, straightened your dress and walked out. David was red in the face waiting for you. “I thought I told you to call Comcast, did I not?”

“They said that they could get someone out here Wednesday because of the snow-”

He took the television remote and threw it at you as hard as he could; he aimed for your face but it hit your shoulder instead. The plastic connected straight with your collarbone. You doubled over in pain, holding it as it throbbed. He stalked up to you and you moved back, the fear evident in your eyes.

His voice was teetering on the edge of lunacy as he screamed at you.

“I give you a simple fucking job to do and you can’t even get it done. You’re a lazy fat fucking bitch.” he shoved you hard but you manged to keep standing. “Spend all day sitting on your fucking ass while I have to go to work for the both of us! I need the television because I need to see the news coverage of the fucking case! You knew this! Or would you like me to get fired and the both of us live on the fucking streets!” He shoved you again, and you fell against the stone fireplace. Your hands came up to shield your face as he picked up the remote and hit you with it repeatedly. It caught your lip, busting it open.

You didn’t care about the blood, all you could think about was the gun still holstered in his belt. You got the television fixed the next day-

“Summer?”

You stood quickly and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, pretending like nothing was wrong. “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

It was Frankie.

You shook your head and smiled in the dingy plastic mirror in front of you. “Yeah, why?”

He could hear that you had been crying. He pushed on the door but it was locked.

You didn’t like that at all; you slipped off the counter and sat on the floor, against the door. Bracing it closed with your body “I’m fine-”

“You’re crying-”

“No, I’m not I- I get allergies and that horsefly hurt. I am such a baby I’ve always had a low pain tolerance-”

“If it’s something that I did -”

“Nope, it’s nothing that you did. I’m fine, I’m really, really fine I promise. I just got overwhelmed and needed some air. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and you guys can eat without me. Don’t let me hold you up.”

Frankie wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to force anything. “Would you like me to save you a plate?”

“Yes, please.”

You could hear his footsteps start to retreat and relaxed a little.

“Summer?”

“Yeah?”

Frankie was about to say something, but he thought better of it. He figured it was better to let you have your space now.

#ntwewy #nearthewater'sedge #pedro fanfiction #pedro fanfic #Frankie Morales fanfiction #Frankie Morales fanfic #frankie morales #Frankie fanfiction #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction

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peachcitt · 3 years

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congrats on 1000 followers!!! I love how you rant in your tags (sorry, but it's fun to see you talk and elaborate things). I know you said romantic pairings but how about Adrien, marinette, nino and alya studying together? (I am sorry if I sent the prompt at the wrong place)

thank you so much!! im always talking in the tags so it's nice to see anyone actually paying attention to them nkdnsknsk

anyway here's the fic! thanks so much for being patient with me :")

focused by peachcitt / read on ao3

Nino stared down at his chemistry textbook, tapping his pencil against the pages and looking between the text on the page and the problem on his homework, frowning hard. He tapped his pencil harder, idly using his free hand to turn the music in his headphones up just a little higher. He squinted at the textbook. And then squinted at his homework. Back at the textbook. Back at his homework.

A pen tapped his textbook, and he looked up, lifting up one side of his headphones. Alya was looking at him, biting back a smile. Nino raised his eyebrows, and she gestured over to Adrien, who was sitting beside her.

He had his eyes lifted up to the ceiling, face stuck in a perpetual grimace. As if to a rhythm, he was wincing, a vice-like grip on both the table and the highlighter in his hand.

Nino looked back at Alya, trying to make a face that portrayed some form of confusion, and she looked pointedly at Marinette before dutifully looking back down at her homework, but in that way that obviously meant she wasn’t doing work and was waiting to see how he’d react.

So he looked at Marinette, who was frowning down at her literature essay. She was mouthing words softly to herself and then shaking her head, pencil hovering over her paper as she bounced ever so slightly in her seat.

Nino looked back at Adrien, who was still rhythmically grimacing at the ceiling of the library. And then back to Marinette, who was still rhythmically bouncing in her seat. And then back to Alya, who was watching him carefully, hand over her mouth to hide her smile.

Slowly, so as not to alert either Adrien or Marinette, Nino pushed away from the table and leaned back to see what was happening in the feet department. He stifled a snort.

Marinette, entirely engrossed in her essay, was swinging her legs back and forth, rhythmically kicking Adrien’s shins, over and over, in what looked like the exact same spot each time. And Adrien, too polite to say anything, was simply enduring it.

“Dude,” Nino said softly, shaking his head and laughing a little. Adrien, the only one at the table without headphones, looked at him, smiling through another grimace.

“She’s so focused,” he whispered, and Alya cackled.

Marinette stilled, taking out one of her earbuds and looking up from her essay, completely unaware of the obvious relief on Adrien’s face. “What’s so funny?” she asked, looking around the table.

“Nothing,” Adrien immediately said, and Nino raised his eyebrows at him. He shrugged a little helplessly.

“Okay,” Marinette said, drawing the syllable out and squinting suspiciously at all of them before replacing her earbud and returning to her work. She started swinging her legs again, and Adrien made a soft, wounded noise, leaning his forehead against the table.

“Whipped,” Alya teased, and Adrien waved his hand at her without looking up.

Nino shook his head with a grin.

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“I think that essay killed me,” Marinette said, shouldering her bag and leaning dramatically against Nino. He laughed, ruffling her hair, and she made a little annoyed noise in the back of her throat, playfully shoving his hand away. “No, but seriously. I only barely finished, and it’s terrible. I’m still turning it in.”

Adrien, who was finally finishing packing up all his fancy highlighters, sticky tabs, and multi-colored notes, stood up from his seat. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think, Marinette,” he said, stepping out from behind the table and joining the rest of them as they began to walk out of the library.

“Oh, it is that bad,” Marinette said rather gravely.

“I can look it over for you if you want,” Alya offered.

“Literally no,” Marinette immediately replied, and Alya made a faux-wounded noise.

“Come on, I’ll be nice,” Alya said.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m saying no,” Marinette said, and Nino watched Alya’s eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Because you’d be too nice!” Marinette said when she saw Alya’s face. “It’d be weird. I wouldn’t know how to handle that.”

“I could help you with it, if you won’t accept Alya,” Adrien said, and Nino watched Marinette consider that over in her head, her facial expressions tracking her thought process.

“I think that would be worse,” she finally said, and Adrien laughed.

“I could read it over and tell you it’s great regardless of what I actually think about it,” Nino offered, and Marinette nodded vigorously.

“That would be extremely helpful, thanks,” Marinette said. Alya rolled her eyes, and Adrien made a face, obviously confused, but Marinette ignored both of them. “Oh, let me text my parents to see if they need me to grab anything from the store before we get to my house,” she said, pulling out her phone and immediately dropping it in a rather complicated and amusing feat of acrobatics.

When Marinette bent down to pick her phone up, she gasped.

“What’s up?” Nino asked, and Marinette leaned back at her heels, pointing at Adrien’s legs.

“Adrien, what happened to your legs? They’re all bruised up!” she exclaimed.

Nino bit back a laugh, but Alya made no such effort as she helped Marinette to her feet. “Girl,” she said between laughs.

“What?” she asked, looking between her and Adrien, who was valiantly attempting to hold back a blush.

“Um,” Adrien said, and then did not elaborate.

“You were kicking Adrien’s legs,” Alya supplied for him, and Marinette slapped her hands over her mouth.

“I thought it was a piece of the table! A table leg! Not a people leg! Not an Adrien leg!” she said, voice rising in volume and octave with each word. She grabbed Adrien’s shoulders, shaking him back and forth. “Why didn’t you say anything! I was practically maiming you!”

Adrien didn’t say anything, biting his bottom lip. Nino was distantly aware of Alya filming the scene on her phone.

“You were so focused,” Nino said, and Marinette shook Adrien harder.

But Adrien, too polite and too whipped to say anything, simply endured it.

#ask #anon #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #ml #ml fic #alyadrininette #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I PROMISED I WOULD GET AROUND TO IT AND I DID IM SORRY #for anyone else who sent a request in . december 1) im sorry 2) i WILL do the request i promise. when? great question #but i will do it. im serious #anyway anon i hope you enjoyed this i thought it was funny to write

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hauntedbythefanficsofmypast · 3 years

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Multiverse

It took some time but everyone slowly awoke each one told the same thing.

“Explanations will be dealt when everyone is awake.”

Some whined while others simply nodded finding the person they were closest to for comfort. Tom and Sabine took a seat closer to their daughter but did not crowd around her. Both content with her spot between Luka and Adrien. Juleka and Rose woke at the same time, and for a short while thought they were simply enjoying another sleepover. Until Luka tickled Juleka under her chin gently, Juleka let out a soft squeal curling closer to Rose to escape her brother. She glared at her brother, eyes softening when she saw Marinette sleeping with her head on his thigh.

“What’s going on?” Juleka asked softly, not letting go of Rose who was shaking as she looked around the room.

“We don’t really know yet, but we’re all safe. And our...captors I guess, their songs are long but they show we can trust them.” Adrien leaned over from his place sitting besides Gorilla’s chair.

“We’re just trying to stay positive Juleka, Rose. Nino and I keep joking that we’re all having one big movie night.” Nino grinned from his spot beside Alya who was currently typing out their entire experience into her phone. Lila sat on her other side looking around warily but smiling to keep up appearances. Juleka gave Adrien a gentle smile as her and Rose sat up. Juleka took her chance to look around and blinked in slight shock as Jagged and Penny walked over to them.

“Hey there Little Rockstars! Mind if Penny and I join you guys? We only know the Rockin’ Dupain-Chengs, and unfortunately the Bourgeois!” Penny slapped his arm gently, glancing over and sighing in relief that the family didn’t hear them.

“A little lower Jagged, they own the hotel we currently reside at.” Jagged looked at her like a kicked puppy before grinning mischievously and leaning closer to the group.

“Just between us, I’d rather live in the zoo than anywhere near the Bourgeois. Their daughter was constantly trying to invite herself into my room when we first came.” Penny slapped his arm a couple times with her notebook causing the group to laugh softly.

“Give her some credit.” Penny glanced at said girl as she made Jagged sit down. “Since the Queen Bee incident she has been...better?” Adrien frowned softly looking at his old friend about to protest until Gorilla put a hand on his shoulder squeezing it gently. Adrien glanced up at him before sighing softly and nodding.

“Chloe can be a good person, she really can. She just...she changed when her mom left.” Jagged was silent as he stared at the boy before looking over at Chloe who was trying to get her mother’s attention. A soft ‘oh’ leaving him as he watched them, his gaze turning sad as he remembered problems with his own family. Jagged coughed into his hand wanting to change the topic as he kicked out his legs crossing them at the knees.

“Well who else are we waiting to wake up?” He asked looking over to Adrien with a gentle smile. His tone calmer than usual as Penny settled near him. Adrien returned the smile glancing down at Marinette.

“Just Marinette and Kim, although I think Alix is ready to smack Kim awake at this point.”

“I am!”

Alix announced loudly from her spot beside Nathaniel. Laughter rang through the room from their classmates and Jagged. Only Luka noticed when Marinette woke up and had to hold back laughter at the disgruntled glare crossing her still sleep filled face. Luka smiled when their eyes met tilting his head to the side.

“Hello Melody.” He said softly, helping her sit up as she rubbed her eyes. “Now we are just waiting on Kim.” he said to Jagged and a second later a loud slap rang through the room. Kim jerked awake holding his right cheek as he glared up at Alix. It only took seconds for the two to be rolling around wrestling on the floor.

The man stood up walking to the front of the room. He waited for a few seconds before deciding to say something.

“Silence.”

He said booking no room for argument and the room went silent with all eyes on the man. He nodded looking over them all.

“I have brought you here today to show you not just what your lives could be, but what your lives are in other universes. I am doing this because one of you is very close to setting themselves on a path for death, and if they die your universe will follow.” He looked at all of them before continuing on.

“Depending on how you act will determine who will remember this in full. Identities will be exposed, you will see happy and sad Universes. Time outside this room is frozen, food and drink will be provided. I will let you know when it’s over. Now, would you like to start?” Adrien hesitantly raised his hand looking at the man.

“So you aren’t going to hurt us?” The man gave a gentle smile, his gaze softening.

“No, I am here to save you.”

Jagged looked around the room before deciding to speak up.

“Fine, let's get this show rockin’ an’ rollin’..”

The man nodded before returning to his seat, the tv turning on.

Searching…

Found.

Multi-Mouse: A Different Ladybug

Marinette is shown running through the school heading towards the janitor's closet, loud bangs and crashes heard in the background as she rips the door open practically throwing herself inside.

“Oh is Marinette hiding from an Akuma attack. I hope she stays safe!” Rose gasped huddling closer to Juleka, covering her mouth as she glanced at Marinette. Assuring herself her friend was still there, Marinette gave her a gentle smile before turning back to the screen.

Marinette pressed her back against the door as she looked around the closet making sure she was alone. “Alright Mullo let’s go! Bridgette is half way across Paris right now on a field trip. We need to distract the Akuma until she and Chat arrive. Mullo flew out of her purse grinning at her as he circled her head.

“You know what to say Marinette!”

Marinette grinned, grabbing the pendent and raising her head confidently.

“Mullo! Let’s get Squeaky!”

Everyone watched her transformation amazed, except for Gabriel who glared at the screen turning to look at the Marinette in the room with them. Nathalie glanced at her boss before looking back at the screen.

“Time to get to work!” Muti-Mouse said, running out of the closet and making her way towards the Akuma in the quart yard. Said Akuma looked like a Gargoyle with glowing red eyes and long sharp talons. Every time it hit someone with its talons they turned to stone. Mutli-Mouse watched from a distance before using her rope, wrapping it around one of the talons and yanking back hard, stopping them from swiping at civilians caught in the way. “Now, attacking civilians that's pathetic. But then again everything Hawkmoth does is pathetic so I shouldn’t expect much.” She pulled her rope back grinning as it made the Akuma stumble. Multi-Mouse’s grin grew as the purple outline of a butterfly appeared. She launched herself back performing a backhand spring dodging a swipe.

“Multi-Mouse! You disgusting vermin! You will hand your Miraculous over to me this instant, or I will turn you into a beautiful statue too!” Marinette hummed tapping her chin as she rocked back and forth on her feet almost playfully.

“How about, no.” She said grinning and shaking her hand in a jazz hands fashion. Laughter rang from the building across from her, and the supposed camera on them moved showing Ladybug.

“A different Ladybug? So that means this Ladybug isn’t our own, interesting and look at her costume! Mari isn’t that a cheongsam? It looks amazing!” Alya exclaimed, bouncing in her seat before turning to her bestie for confirmation. Marinette froze as all eyes were on her, she gave them all a shaky smile glancing at her mom before nodding her head.

“Yes it is Alya. It’s very common in China that Ladybug must be really in touch with her heritage! It is very beautiful and if I’m looking correctly, it looks to be made of something similar to Kevlar. The same with her leggings underneath.” Marinette smiled as she took in the heroine of that Universe wondering if she could convince Tikki to change her own outfit to something similar.

This Ladybug wore a red and black spotted Cheongsam with two slits along the side ending at her hips. Giving her plenty of range to move, underneath she had leggings that dipped into red combat boots with black laces. Her mask and yo-yo remained the same but her hair was pulled into a long fishtail braid that ended just past her knee cap.

Though one thought plagued Marinette’s mind as she looked at this Ladybug, who was she?

“I agree with her. You’ll never get our Miraculous!” Ladybug said as she began to spin her yo-yo dropping into a defensive stance.

“My name is Sculptor, and you better remember it because I will be the one taking those earrings from you!” Ladybug smirked as Sculptor launched himself at her. She threw her yo-yo out wrapping it around his outstretched wrist and pulled hard using her foot to pivot. She circled around twice then yanked her yo-yo back sending the Akuma flying towards Multi-Mouse. Who in return wrapped her rope around his waist yanking him to her faster delivering a hard punch to his face causing both to yelp in pain. Multi-Mouse was quick to jump back holding her injured hand to her chest as Sculptor recovered faster than her, nearly catching her with his talons.

“No, no, no!” Alya said fast as she grabbed Marinette’s ankle cementing the fact that her Marinette was with her not facing the Akuma. Marinette reached out grabbing Alya’s hand, squeezing it.

“Breathe Alya, remember that’s not me out there. That’s not me.”

“Ya, not you.” Alya said, keeping her eyes on Marinette’s before turning back to the screen. Marinette let out a relieved sigh before turning to look at her parents giving them a reassuring smile.

“Multi-Mouse!” Ladybug cried out her yo-yo spinning as she got ready to save one of her partners. She stopped herself as Chat Noir dropped down, wrapping an arm around Multi-Mouse’s waist using his baton to launch them to the same rooftop. “Well now we know he is actually made of stone.” Ladybug said as the three hid around the corner. Multi-Mouse gave her an ‘oh really’ look as she tenderly touched her hand. “Let me see.” Ladybug said, taking her hand gently before turning to Chat. “Please distract him for a bit, I need to make sure her fingers aren’t broken.” Chat nodded standing up straight as he twirled his baton.

“On it my Lady, Princess.” He nodded to both before throwing himself back into the Sculptor’s line of sight. Ladybug turned back carefully, touching Multi-Mouse's hand while watching her reactions. After a few moments she stopped nodding with a smile.

“It is hurt but not broken, be careful with it. The Miraculous cure will heal it enough that it’ll bruise slightly. Ready to get back out there?” Ladybug questioned, causing Multi-Mouse to grin. She stood up peaking around the corner watching. Hat dodge Sculptor’s every swipe.

“I am but we need a plan and fast. I believe the Akuma is in his necklace, it looks hand crafted.” Ladybug peeked around the corner, eyes zeroing in on the necklace before both of them pulled back out of sight. “We need to get the necklace off him without being hit with his talons. The question is how?” She turned to Ladybug one hand cupping her chin as she thought. “I think it’s time for you lucky charm. Ladybug spun her yo-yo nodding with a grin.

“I think you’re right, Lucky Charm!” Ladybug cried out groaning when a small statue landed in her arms. “A statue? Really?” Multi-Mouse giggled softly covering her mouth as the two heroines leaned out of their cover again. Ladybug was silent as her eyes shifted from blue to a swirl of red and black, darting back and forth rapidly. “Alright Multi-Mouse, here’s the plan. I am going to leave the statue with you and take over distraction from Chat. You are going to take the statue and make your way to the basketball hoop. Chat will meet you there, give him the statue and tell him to get ready to use Cataclysm. Make sure to stress that he is to not use it on the statue but is going to make Sculptor think he is. I want you to use Multitude and be ready on the flag poles. I am going to hook my yo-yo around both so that you have a platformish surface to get to him. All of you must use your ropes and wrap them around the necklace. Once it is off him Chat will throw the statue to me and use his staff to land on my yo-yo string besides you. He will use cataclysm on the necklace, so either climb on him or cancel Multitude. Understand?” Ladybug said after her eyes returned to her normal blue. Multi-Mouse nodded as she thought the plan through. She grabbed the statue giving Ladybug a bright smile before making her way to the basketball hoop. Ladybug was quick to jump down, taking Chat’s place. “Go to the basketball hoop.” She said and Chat set off for the hoop causing her to smirk. After a few moments Chat’s voice rang out, catching their attention.

“Man I bet this would look cat-astrophic if my hand just grazed it.” He moved his charges up hand towards the statue causing Sculptor to roar in anger. Ladybug uses the moment to wrap around the flag poles grinning as mini Multi-Mouses run across her string rope in hand. Sculptor used his wings to launch himself at Chat, not even noticing when Multi-Mouse ripped the necklace from him.

“Now!” Ladybug cried out bracing herself to catch the statue. Chat grinned, throwing it to her using his staff to propel him to the rope, immediately grabbing the necklace in his powered up hand. Multi-Mouse canceled Multitude wrapping an arm around Chat shoulder. Chat used his staff to get them to the ground as Ladybug pulled her yo-yo back swinging it up to catch the butterfly.

“It’s always amazing to see Ladybug hatch a plan. Even if it isn’t our Ladybug, she is just as amazing as ours is.” Adrien said with practical stars in his eyes, not noticing the slight blush on Marinette’s face, or the snort that left Fu as he looked between the two. “I wonder if we know this other Ladybug? Also it’s so cool that Marinette is a hero in that universe! She’s already out everyday Ladybug, and there she is their literal Multi-Mouse!” Marinette blushed even more not meeting anyone’s eyes and Adrien rambled on. “If only she could be Multi-Mouse in our universe too, she’d be amazing. Her and Ladybug working together I’m sure they’d defeat Hawkmoth in no time.” Alya grinned looking at Marinette, then Adrien decided to join in on the Marinette hype band wagon.

“I know right! Marinette would be the best hero!” Marinette sent Alya a slightly glare as she waved her hands frantically.

“Enough, enough, enough! Let’s-ah-let’s just get back to the...show? Episode??? Universe?? Agh, let’s just call these episodes, this is so confusing.”

“See ya later little butterfly.” She said softly before grabbing the statue. Spinning twice, throwing it into the air after the second spin. Ladybugs spread across the city fixing everything. Ladybug turned to her two partners with a grin on her face as she held out her fist.

“Pound it!” They cried out together soon after Chat’s ring beeped causing him to blanche slightly before giving the two a grin.

“Well my two favorite ladies, that is my que to go. Patrol tonight?” He asked as he pulled Multi-Mouse into a side hug doing the same to Ladybug. The two nodded, voicing their conformation waving as he jumped away.

“Five on both our classes being canceled.” Ladybug said a mischievous look on her face as she gazed down on the shorter hero, who rolled her eyes as the two began leaping across rooftops. “Oh come on Multi, you used to love placing bets with me.” Ladybug pouted as the two landed on the bakeries balcony glancing around before dropping transformation.

“That was when you didn’t try and get me in sucker's bets Bridgette.” Marinette said with a grin as the masks disappeared, she pulled her cousin down through the trap door both landing on her bed with a bounce causing giggles to glow through the room. Soon two Kwami were flying around them tiredly.

“Mari, my pretty pretty Mari. Give. Me. CRACKERS!” The mouse Kwami squeaked out grabbing the front of her bangs tugging, causing the girls and Tikki to giggle.

“Alright alright, Papa probably has food ready for us, Kwami included.” Marinette said, standing up and pulling Bridgette with her.

“Food, food, food!” Bridgette said excitedly, pumping her arms up and down.

“Well, it seems our niece is still as excitable as ever. Oh I miss her.” Sabine said softly leaning against Tom’s side resting her hand on his chest looking at her niece and daughter lovingly. “We should have her spend the summer with us again since she had to leave early last summer.”

The two girls slid down the ladder surprisingly gracefully as they walked to the kitchen teasing and pushing each other.

“Girls…” Sabine said hands on her waist as she eyed the two with a disappointed look. The two simply grinned at her with mischief in their eyes. Sabine’s frown cracked as she walked over to them brushing their hair down. “No training tonight relax I know school has been tough this week. You both did amazing in the fight, Chat as well. Speaking of Chat he has patrol tonight, yes?” Marinette nodded as she sat down at the breakfast table offering Mullo a cracker. “Good good, make sure to leave his box on the balcony for him.” Sabine said, placing the box in the middle of the table.

“I’ll make sure it’s there Auntie, you know he is obsessed with the family pastries.” Bridgette snorted as she bit into a chocolate croissant. She chewed softly waiting till she swallowed to speak again. “Besides thanks to that stupid diet of his, poor kitten isn’t getting the proper amount of calories. Honestly if he followed it he’d be a skeleton!”

“Speaking of my favorite kitty, we have the plan set in motion! Nino, Alya, Chloe, Sabrina, Bridgette, even Jagged Stone, and I all have the proof needed compiled! Sooo Rien is going to start Operation Rebellion!” Sabine hummed amused as she checked on the roast she was making. She shared a look with her niece before looking back at her daughter. “Starting with, unfortunately, his hair, I will miss it’s beautiful sunny blondeness but he will look amazing with bubblegum pink!” Marinette said with a gentle smile, her eyes shining. “I also convinced him to at least wear the cheesy shirts that I make him. After ya know, promising to let him have an actual say in what he wears.” Sabine snorted softly, shaking her head as Marinette gushed on about her Kitty. She turned to Bridgette tapping her wrist as they made eye contact. Bridgette gasped as she stood up quickly looking at the clock.

“Oh no! I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now! I can’t miss practice again! Dimitria will have my head!” Bridgette grabbed her bag running out the door barely giving Tikki time to hide in her pocket. Marinette and Sabine laughed before Marinette went over to the window, opening it and leaning out carefully. She watched Bridgette exit the bakery and start running down the street.

“Have a good practice, Brid!”

“Alright so in this universe Mari’s cousin is Ladybug.” Alya said as she finished typing, placing her phone on Nino’s thigh. “Obviously she’s not our Ladybug as the title screen said. So does that mean someone else related to Marinette is?” Sabine gave Alya a soft slightly pity filled look before turning her gaze back to her daughter. Marinette shoulders were slumped, relief shining in her eyes. Sabine knew why, after all her daughter was never good at keeping secrets from her. Or masking her fighting style and it was her mother who taught her after all.

“Ladybug isn’t someone related to Marinette in our world.” Lila interjected as her confidence slowly came back, if she played her cards right they’d sink even further into her snake pit. “I would know after all, she’s my best friend.” Sabine’s eyes narrowed as she stared at this girl, tightening her grip on Tom’s arm as she realized who it was. Guilt settling in her stomach for not taking her baby girl's side fully in the whole debacle with Rossi and Dramocles.

“Oh I can’t believe we forgot that!” Rose said, looking apologetically at her not moving from her spot against Juleka. “It must be weird for Lila to not see her bestie as Ladybug.” Lila nodded, pulling out crocodile tears as she looked back at the screen showing Marinette’s smiling face. She had to quickly stamp down her anger before wiping her eyes gently.

“I’m more worried about why my friend isn’t Ladybug. After all, she is the only one truly compatible with the Ladybug Miraculous. On top of Marinette’s cousin not being a true holder she is damaging the Miraculous the more she uses it.” Lila sniffled, hiding her face in her hands. Marinette glared down at a corner pillow forcing herself not to say anything, she startled when Luka’s hand intertwined with her and Adrien’s arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her face bright red in slight embarrassment not even noticing the two boys giving each other dirty looks over her head. Gabriel coughed gaining the rooms’ attention before gesturing back to the screen.

“I think we should continue with the next episode…” He said ignoring the few glares he was reviving. Soon the tv was black again, the words appearing once again.

Searching…

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