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rose-tinted-kalopsia · 2 months

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≡;-꒰ 𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒆

╰┈➤ ❝ rafayel x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (without plot), softdom!rafayel, but also kiiind of switch!rafayel, kissing and making out, teasing, guided masturbation, inappropriate use of a paintbrush, clit play, nipple play, slight overstimulation, slight edging if you squint, thigh riding, praise, cursing, dirty talk, use of pet names "my muse" "princess" "baby", lmk if i missed any tags !! ((unedited))

wc : 3.2k

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an : guys bc ,,,,,, i swear you never truly realize how daunting it can be to act as an impromptu live model for someone.. until you try it...

You underestimate the intimacy of eye-contact.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

There was nothing but silence in the air, only occasionally interrupted by a tap of his shoe on the floor, or a squeaking of the chair when he moved. There was the tick-tick-tick of the clock on the wall, and the faint, hushed sound of delicste brushstrokes on the canvas...

These were the only things you could focus on, if not at the way that he looked at you.

Rafayel's stare was intense.

Anytime he would shift his gaze from the canvas and back to you; anytime you'd catch the way his eyes would take in the shape of your figure...

You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt; this was just part of the process. He was only being professional, after all—of course an artist needed to look at his model!

...But it was less about what he felt; this was something that you, yourself couldn't take.

"Eyes up here, princess," came his voice, the familiar sing-songy tone to it triggering a bout of butterflies.

You were torn, somewhat.

You wished you could wipe that knowing smile right off of his face, but simultaneously felt that you could cave underneath even just that stupid, stupid gaze of his.

...And you knew that you had brought this upon yourself.

Whatever bickering had started with his whine about a "lack of inspiration" and a roll of your eyes in response, had settled with you offering to be his model.

You even recalled how surprised he was, the concern that etched on his features—

"Hm? But it could take a while, you know. Might be uncomfortable for you to sit for so long."

You figured it couldn't hurt. You were willing to get through it if it meant finally bringing your partner out of his rut, and in turn, his willingness to paint you—when he had sworn that portraits were never even his thing—felt like a little treat.

However, as much as you believed you'd have the upper hand in this situation, you severely underestimated it.

Now, you sat atop a cushioned chair, assuming a position you were comfortable with holding for a time unspecified. You donned normal, unnassuming clothing, just your everyday top and jeans. And in front of you sat a painter and his canvas, his hands moving tastefully over the piece he crafted, a certain twinkle in his eye that already had you reeling.

Rafayel was painting you, and by all means did nothing about this set up look the least bit intimate to either of you—

But you felt like it was.

It was a private moment, just the two if you in this room, gazes meeting with an intensity that made you want to squeeze something.

You didn't know if you had to owe it to how attractive he was, but staying like this, with nothing else to focus your attention on, you could only notice how pretty he was. Soft, layered hair so perfectly styled into place, his signature low-cut shirt framing his figure so nicely...

And his eyes.

God, his eyes.

Rafayel had the most captivating eyes you'd ever seen—A mix of a deep magenta and cerise, of mulberry and wine... So unrelenting in their allure that though the intensity had your heart beating wildly in your chest, you could never, for the life of you, ever tear your gaze away.

It was visceral.

It sent a tingle down your spine.

You could curse all the memories that would flood to your head just because of it, those images and sensations of your nights together. The way he'd look at you, with lust, and love, such passion imbued with every roll of his hips against yours... This wasn't the time to be thinking of such things, you knew that. They brought an obvious hue of pink to your cheeks that you knew he'd notice, but you almost couldn't help it—

Was a siren's allure truly so confining?

You had nowhere to run.

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you could almost think this was...

Intentional.

"Little muse, you're blushing."

If you thought it couldn't get any worse, you were clearly wrong.

Rafayel's brushstrokes had paused, and the mirth that danced in his eyes set off all the warning bells that your brain could manage.

"...Shut up, you're imagining things," you mumbled, willing youself to turn your head away from him.

"Ah ah ah~ I'm not done yet, don't move, princess."

And to think that when you'd started, he'd been concerned for you.

Despite yourself, you fidgeted in your seat.

You couldn't take any more of this.

You'd been at it for close to an hour by now, the silence, the staring, the butterflies—

A slight shift in your position made you painfully aware of the wetness that had pooled between your thighs, and you wanted to crawl into a cave.

"Hey. You tired?"

Rafayel was searching your expression, reading you.

It wasn't helping.

"N-no," you managed to nearly choke out, your obvious fluster making your cheeks feel warmer.

And in all this time that you've known him, been with him—you knew that he could put two and two together.

A smirk spread over his features.

You were in for it.

"I'll allow some movement," he hummed, setting his brush down momentarily, "but it looks like you want something a little more... specific..."

"Rafayel, if you don't shut up—"

He grinned.

"Why? We can take a break, yeah? I'm just giving you free space to do as you want."

You watched his eyes rake over your figure, lingering over the way your legs were pressed more tightly together than you'd started with.

"Don't tell me you need me to guide you, princess..."

You wished you could slap that smile off his face.

Rafayel folded his arms, leaning back a little. The shine in his eyes didn't budge even a millimeter; his gaze remained steely on you.

"You know, if I didn't know any better, my muse, I'd say you've gotten a little needy."

You didn't know why you bothered to stay put in your seat, when the paintbrush was not even in his hands anymore.

And he noticed.

"Yeah? I'm right, aren't I?" he chuckled. "So why don't you release some of your stress before we continue? Since you're not getting up, you might as well do something for my motivation..."

The way he gestured towards the canvas, wearing that infuriating little smirk of his, had the heat rushing to your face.

"As if you could take watching me touch myself," you shot back, mirroring his pose and crossing your arms.

You cheered in silent victory at the momentary lapse in his expression, though it settled back into his smile within seconds.

"Mmn... Then we'll have to do something about that later, if it comes to it," he shrugged. "But this is about you, princess."

For a while there was no response from either of you, just staring silently at each other, daring one to make a move—

Until his gaze made you squirm, and he let out a snort.

"Oh, princess..." he started, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm not going to touch you when I still intend to get back to finishing this piece. So if you want to use our little break to do something about this... You'll have to do it yourself. Come on, now. Undress for me, yeah?"

He was infuriating.

A menace.

This was karma for all the times you've rendered him speechless, and he was enjoying it.

You clicked your tongue, the challenge in your eyes winning over the embarrassment that stirred in the pit of your stomach.

"Fine! Don't blame me if you'll never finish that painting..."

Frustrated though you might have been, and perhaps, ever determined to pay back his teasing, the look in his eyes remained bewitching.

It was foul play.

Your fingers trembled as you deftly pushed your panties to the side, your jeans kicked down to your ankles, your legs spread. Rafayel had seen you—used you—many times before... But there was something unnervingly intimate about doing this for him, when he was a number of laces away from you, watching, observing.

It was as if you were... a show.

"You're dripping," he commented, voice quiet and low, unable to keep himself from leaning forward as if to get a better look at you.

His words sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. You could only shoot him a glare, your blush betraying otherwise the effect that his heated gaze on you had.

"Go ahead, princess... I bet you're aching to be touched."

You almost didn't want to admit it, the way his voice played in your ear so sweetly that your heart could simply burst out of your chest. He made you weak, and you could barely think straight, and he could... see it all.

You chewed on your lip, shakily dipping a finger just barely into your heat, sliding up between your folds with a trail of obvious slick left in its wake.

"Shit..." you cursed under your breath.

You were almost scared to look back up at him, knowing you'd see those god-foresaken eyes again, so heated as they took in your every movement, your every action—

"That's it, princess," Rafayel murmured. "Play with yourself. Rub your clit for me, yeah?"

Your eyes closed as you found yourself doing exactly as you were told.

Soft pants fell from your lips, your middle finger drawing upwards to circle your sensitive nub. Just slow, gentle rubs, easing you into a rhythm of pleasure... You dared to open your eyes, catching the way his gaze remained fixated on your movements, his own eyes darkening, his lips parted slightly.

"You're so wet, baby..." His voice was hoarse now, clearly just as affected by the situation as you were. "Can you put a finger in? Please?"

Your features schooled into a small smile; victorious, in a way, despite your own obvious display of need. "But, why, Rafa?" you teased. "I don't wanna rush..."

The groan that he let out was delicious, and your eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

"C'mon, princess... I wanna see. Do it for me? Just one finger, yeah?"

"You're so easy to get all worked up, Rafa~" you found yourself cooing at him, taking note of his flushed cheeks, the heat in his eyes mirroring your own.You were the one touching yourself, and yet, he was the one begging. It was amusing, in a sense—how just the simplest things reduced him to this sort of mess.

"Just a little taste of your own medicine," you quipped.

But you did as he said, anyway.

The first push of a finger into your cunt had you moaning. The glide was easy, smooth, your walls accepting of your own intrusion, almost aching for even more.

"Fuck... that's it, baby, in and out, just like that."

It was almost amusing to hear him speak that way, so enraptured by the way you pleasured yourself, lost in the thought of you coming undone right in front of him. You didn't need his words of guidance; you knew exactly which spots had you keening, how to gradually bring yourself over the edge. Yet, he would still offer up words of such praise to you anyway, guiding you, telling you what to do, how to please yourself.

And there was something, just something, about the rawness in his voice that got to you.

Your eyes met as you began to buck your hips into your hand, sliding against the cushion, willing to give yourself more stimulation. Your breath fell out in puffs of quick pants, your heart rate accelerating, the pierce in his gaze so daunting and intimidating, yet so... arousing.

"R-Rafayel..."

Your eyes went hazy, unable to bring yourself to turn away from the hypnotic quality of his gaze.

"Keep going, princess, I'm here."

Your fingers moved faster, curling into your heat, emphasizing the obscene sounds of wetness that filled the studio. Your thumb moveed over to brush your clit, your other hand gripping the seat impossibly tighter, and then—

"R-Rafa!" You threw your head back, hips stuttering. "I-I'm close!"

In your peripheral vision you could see him lick his lips, his voice coming out hoarse, full of want. "Yeah? You are, huh? Come on, princess, just a little more. Work those fingers for me."

His words proved enough.

"Shit—fuck—!" A string of curses left your lips. You felt it as the pleasure rolled through your body, eliciting a gasp, causing you to nearly double over.

"There we go. Such a pretty little muse. That expression on your face is beautiful."

His words soothed you from your high, a gentle coo of praise as you took your fingers from out of your wetness. When you looked up at him, he was smiling, hand outstretched as if to beckon you. "C'mere, princess. You did so well for me, let me taste those pretty fingers of yours."

You almost clapped back at him, as if the urge to bicker—to one-up him—rose up just by instinct. Yet, there were those eyes again. That particular look that was magnetizing. It was more than a beckon. It felt like an allure. You were almost certain you'd moved on your own, slow steps into his arms, gently allowing yourself to be pulled onto his lap, the glisten from your earlier orgasm immediately coating the fabric of his pants.

He did as he promised, guiding your fingers into his mouth, looking straight at you with eyes full of lust. His tongue swirled over the pads of your fingers, and you twisted them for him. Watching him suck on your digits, slowly moving them in and out, promising him the taste he so desperately wanted... before you pulled them away with a wet pop.

"Give me one more," he whispered immediately, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "One more, before I finish this painting. Think you can do that?"

You'd nearly forgotten about the painting. It was behind you, your back turned towards it, your eyes only focused on the man before you. You didn't look back—didn't need to, not now. Not when his offer was so... tempting.

"'Kay," you mumbled. Your response was just as instant, your hips moving to glide over his thigh.

But he smirked.

A hand went to your back to support you, hold you in place, and your eyes widened when a clean, unused paintbrush found its way into his other hand.

"R- Rafayel...?"

"Just want to have a little bit of fun," he said breezily, gently trailing the brush from your jawline, all the way down over your collarbone. The sensation made you shiver. "Go on, princess. Don't mind me..."

Don't mind me.

He had the audacity to say that as he let you move all over his thigh, the bristles of his brush leaving a trail of goosebumps with every little stroke on your skin. Just light, feathery, teasing flicks, enough to add to your stimulation... It felt nice, and you'd never admit it to his face, but you could fold.

"You'd be so lovely to paint, look at you," he murmured. And he enjoyed the way your body jolted at his words, the chuckle enough of a testament. "Yeah? You like that idea, don't you, princess? Next time, maybe, I can have even more fun with you..."

The paintbrush began to venture lower, flicking against your nipples.

Your eyes went wide.

"W-wait—!" You gasped, gripping his shoulders, feeling him repeat the motions. Again, and again—the brush circled around your pert, sensitive nub, his gaze turning thoughtful, his little tool giving you more sensations than you knew were even possible.

"Hm? What's wrong?"

It acted like a soft caress, one so foreign to you that it made your head spin.

And he didn't dare stop there.

He must have gotten incredibly worked up, you thought, as he stilled your hips and leaned you back. You could guess where things were going; the way his hand supported your back from toppling into the canvas was firm and determined, your position already having your dripping cunt a little bit more on display for him.

"Look at me, princess," he whispered.

And you felt it—the paintbrush gliding lower and lower, gentle strokes over the skin of your abdomen, pausing just above your clit.

Your breath hitched.

Anticipation hung in the air, your eyes barely managing to stay locked onto his as your face seemed to fume with embarrassment.

"Rafayel," you huffed. "Seriously, you...!"

He circled the brush, a smirk tugging on his features. Feathery bristles brushed against you clit, and you let out a cry. There was a pattern, almost: he'd move the brush gently down the side of your folds, fluttering back up to your nub, pressing against it with a certain kind pressure he knew you always loved... Teasing, always teasing, never lingering for too long in a single spot.

It had you moaning almost immediately.

"What was that, my muse?" he grinned.

You'd never wanted to slap that expression off of his face any more than you did now, yet he had you helpless. You felt like putty in his hands, melting with every movement of his little brush, your thighs tensing over his. You didn't even need to move, anymore; the sensitivity from your previous orgasm had your senses heightening scarily quick, the coil steadily beginning to tighten in your stomach.

It felt as if he'd barely been doing anything.

Just that goddamned brush teasing you in all the right places, flicking against your clit, as he watched you clench around nothing.

"Please!" you swallowed your pride down deep enough to beg, the look in your eyes harboring a frustrated glare of want. "Stop teasing, Rafa, I need...!"

"Yeah? Need what, hm?"

Oh, he was having fun.

"N-need to cum! Need... Need something, Rafa, c'mon—!"

The brush set back aside, and he kissed you.

All tongue, even teeth, just messy, and deep, a pure display of the lust that had taken both of you hostage. His hands were in your hair, your body pressed so close against him, hips beginning to move again over his thigh. A few more soft, hushed, groans, and wet noises of passion, and you were gone.

You felt it snap, pulling back from the kiss only to fall forward onto his shoulder, muffling your moans into his shirt. It was insane, you thought, how he could rip out such a visceral reaction from you, a pleasure so overwhelming as you squeeze your legs over his thigh.

Easing you down, he rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushed words of praise tumbling from his lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

"My perfect little muse, so pretty, so beautiful," he sighed, hugging you close. "I can't wait to paint all your greedy desires onto my canvas."

⁺₊ / an: phew!! overdue and i feel like this isn't my best best work, but it doesss represent the chokehold this fish has on me 🙄 a girl's just gotta satisfy her rafayel cravings i guess!!

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fabseg-reader · 6 months

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This is a Lilanette/Cerisette wip.

I planify this draft for the @mlbfemslashfebruary event. I will color that in next weeks.

In this draft, Lila/Cerise and Marinette play rock music together. Lila/Cerise plays electric guitar and Marinette plays keyboard. And they make an illegal concert. In this AU, the Supreme from the Re-Verse has forbidden the music. The latter's logo gets vandalized.

About their fashion styles, I am based on Heavy Metal. The two girls remind me of JEM, A Star Is Born, Lady Gaga and some Rock Bands (Europe, The Who, Guns N'Roses, Aerosmith, AC/DC, Nirvana, Twisted Sister).

Lila/Cerise's hair is a wig with a sky-blue dye. Marinette is just Emonette-Shadybug.

Marinette is the Ladybug and Cerise is the new Hesperia for this concept.

In this AU, there is a band called Kitty Resistance (the Kitty Section counterpart). The two girls collaborate with this band.

Bonus (Cerise breaks her guitar):

Bonus/The Cerisette playlist be like:

Extended list:

AC/DC - Highway To Hell

Guns N'Roses - You Could Be Mine

Evanescence - Bring Me To Life

Zedd ft. Ariana Grande - Break Free

Bon Jovi - It's My Life

Linkin Park - Numb

Pink Floyd - Another Brick In The Wall

Bella Ciao

Motley Crue - Kickstart My Heart

Queen - I Want It All; The Show Must Go On; I Want To Break Free

The Police - So Lonely; Every Breath You Take

Coldplay - A Sky Full Of Stars; My Universe (ft. BTS)

Van Halen - Panama

Kiss - I was Made For Loving You

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zvmz · 9 months

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A few Raven Queen HCs <3

she has a huge cd collection

it mostly consists of taylor swift, ed sheeran, and the neighborhood

she hates that she loves horror movies

she also loves rom-coms. her and dexter have that in common

her favorite movie is the princess bride

she rescued a black cat during halloween

she named her luna, she always sleeps at ravens feet at night

when theres some sort of explosion in Chemythstry, some students will try to blame it on ravens magic, forcing her to do extra credit work for Rumpelstiltskin

she realized she liked dexter back after 3 days in a row of completely obliterating her sleep schedule just to talk to him on the phone

she can play so many taylor swift songs on her guitar

dexter doesnt play the guitar, but he learned one song to play for her

her highest grade is in muse-ic class

shes had dinner with the families of cedar, cerise, maddie, and melody on multiple occasions

she is ALWAYS first in line when gingers bakery opens in the morning

yes ginger owns a bakery. right next to the mad hatters tea shop

she became really close to ashlynn and briar when they rebeled

briar took her rock climbing once

raven loves hanging out with briar, but will NEVER go rock climbing again

just realized this is a bit more that "a few" hcs LOL

she has anxiety about going to restaurants because once she was refused service simply for who her mom was

she has a small "pretty rock" collection on top of her piano

cedar and cerise will occasionally add to it

its like a love language fr

maddie is not allowed to add to it because she keeps putting things that definitely are not rocks and are possibly dangerous

she writes poems when shes sad

when shes happy she turns them into songs

#eah #ever after high #raven queen #raven queen x dexter charming #briar beauty #madeline hatter #ashlynn ella #cedar wood #cerise hood #dexter charming #melody piper #ginger breadhouse #eah headcanons

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normal-paldean-student · 4 months

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Cerise 101

Name: Cerise Akasaki (née Rene/Renée, mainly relevant for flashback stories as Cerise was adopted as a name very recently)

Gender: female (transgender)

Pronouns: she/her

Born: February 27, 1986

Age: 17 (approximately)

Notable abilities: psychic foresight (about five seconds)

Languages spoken: Japanese*, French*, Unovan, Paldean

Canon counterpart: Red

*Notably, she's referred to the languages she spoke as a child as Japanese and French rather than Kantonian and Kalosian, as well as mentioning that animals existed back home, suggesting that her original universe may have been much more similar to the real world than modern Pokémon canon is.

Cerise was raised by a single mother in Pallet Town, Kanto, with her father out of the picture earlier than her first memories. She had a close childhood friend, a boy named Green, and a takeover event during Muse Mixup Madness indicated there was a girl named Blue around as well. (Her own family name, Akasaki, means red.) Green was friendly as a young child, only taking on the less savory traits of his canon counterpart after an unspecified incident when he and Cerise were about six years old. Cerise has stated that she considers the incident to have been her fault.

When Cerise was ten years old, well... she's a Red. I'm sure I don't need to rehash the entire plot of Pokémon Red Version to you. Her starter Pokémon was a Charmander, which she named Charm, and the first Pokémon she caught was a Rattata named Whisker, which was in her party at least long enough to evolve into Raticate before being replaced.

As proper rivals along their respective journeys, Cerise and Green were able to begin healing their relationship, and they became proper friends again after she defeated him at the Indigo Plateau. Cerise's final team was Charm (a Charizard by that point), as well as a Raichu, a Tauros, a Slowbro, a Fearow, and a Primeape.

Well... friendship wasn't the only thing between them by the time everything was over. Both of them were around the age to start having their first crushes, and there was something mutual between them. However, it was the 90s, and as far as both of them knew, they were both boys. It's unknown how Green processed his feelings (though in a timeline where Cerise never left her home universe and Blue was the protagonist instead, he did end up marrying her at some point), but Cerise, well... between the spotlight she was getting as Champion and the growing realization that she might not be straight, she eventually decided that the best way to handle the situation was to disappear to Mt. Silver for a while while she tried to process everything.

End Act 1.

Cerise didn't end up staying on Mt. Silver for long. Definitely not long enough for a certain Johto protagonist to come by and challenge her. Unfortunately, though, that wasn't because she decided to return home. It was because was pulled through space directly out of her home universe and into... her home in Pallet Town? But it wasn't her home. It looked like it, but everything was off, and even the people weren't the same as the versions of them she knew.

Cerise hasn't elaborated much about what happened in that second universe. She especially hasn't talked about what happened to her mental state when she realized she had no way to get back to anything or anyone she knew, though it can be reasonably inferred that it was nothing good. There are, of course, some things that we do know happened, but I'm sure I don't need to rehash the plot of Pokémon Green Version to you.

End Act 2.

Again, Cerise woke up in "her home" in an alien Pallet Town. She hasn't said anything at all about what happened in this universe, though logically it must have been another blow to realize being pulled out of one universe and into another wasn't just a one-off event. Other than that, all we can know is that overall, events must have followed the plot of Pokémon Blue Version.

End Act 3.

There's an obvious pattern here, isn't there? Cerise hasn't said anything about it, but it can be reasonably inferred that this universe followed the plot of Pokémon Yellow Version.

End Act 4... actually, end the acts completely. There have been so many worlds, so many universes. It's hard to keep track of the numbers after a point.

Obviously, her first universe after Yellow clued her in that it wasn't always going to be variations of the same story. Then she got to Crystal, and finally decided she was going to be a girl. And so on and so forth, through universe after universe, living through the stories of every main series game and several side games as well—the Ranger and Mystery Dungeon games have been confirmed, but they're not the only ones. And always as the protagonist.

She's gotten several injuries along the way, ranging from minor nuisances to disabling ones that should have been permanent, only for her body to be back in pristine condition in the next universe without even a scar, as if none of what she'd just been through was real. She's not ungrateful for having a fully functional body, but the disconnect between her experiences and her physical reality causes a lot of distress at times.

At an unspecified point during one of her many journeys, she went back into the closet, pretending to be a boy from that world on and only coming out as a girl again in this most recent universe. She hasn't pursued more than social transition, though, as the physical reset isn't limited to unwanted injuries—any and all physical changes disappear in each new world, regardless of the type. She can't pierce her ears, for example, and the few times she managed to get HRT, the few months' effects she was able to get disappeared the next time the cycle advanced. Without being able to access the long term effects of anything, it doesn't feel worth going through all the effort it takes to get it.

Cerise isn't actually completely certain of her age. She knows her birthday, and the year she was born, but she's definitely not in her 30s. 17 (18 on February 27, 2024) is the age on this world's legal documents, so that's what she's going with. It's not wrong—she is an older teenager at this point—but the amount of time she's experienced feels like it's been longer than seven years.

After the events of The Way Home in this Violet universe, Cerise ended up staying in Paldea much longer than she expected to. She got involved with Pokédex research with Mr. Jacq—both filling out the complete Pokédex and some more in-depth work with Dudunsparce and the Pokémon in Area Zero—and also may or may not have done a few things with Ms. Raifort. Nothing can be proven on that second front.

She also became close friends with Ella @oh-shinx and Mare @aura-acolyte, though her relationship with Ella is more sisterly and her relationship with Mare is, well... after a long mutual pining period with both of them being silly about their feelings, they eventually had to talk about it after a heat-of-the-moment kiss happened between them between the events of The Teal Mask and The Indigo Disc. Cerise isn't comfortable dating when she knows she's going to disappear any day and lose her, but everything's out in the open now.

The most notable things about The Teal Mask were as follows: Cerise thought Carmine was pretty, Kieran had latent psychic abilities that resonated with Cerise's during his breakdown and caused her to lose her composure too, and after Cerise tracked down and caught the Loyal Three to prevent them from causing any more trouble, she temporarily got replaced by a younger version of herself who somehow managed to rehabilitate them through the power of friendship and the power of knowing absolutely nothing about the situation, much to the normal Cerise's confusion when she returned.

The events of The Indigo Disc more or less followed canon as well, though Cerise expressed a strong dislike of Unova before going to Blueberry. Carmine was particularly upset about Drayton referring to his cafeteria meeting with Cerise as a date, on top of her normal dislike of him. Cerise did not notice this, as she was too busy thinking both Drayton and Carmine were cute. Cerise was also able to recognize Kieran's psychic abilities during their Championship battle. She hasn't said anything about what happened in Area Zero during the DLC's events, besides saying that the group was successful in what they were trying to do and there were no major injuries.

Also this world's Arven is basically a were-Lycanroc and I couldn't find anywhere to fit that in properly.

On February 27, 2024, Cerise disappeared, pulled into her next universe. Nemona, Penny, Arven, Kieran, and Carmine took over maintaining the blog, though none of them made very many posts.

Almost a month later, on March 26, 2024, Cerise was discovered to have been pulled into Kalos when one of her friends from her new universe, Tierno @santalune-swords-dance, made a post about how she'd chosen to name a Luvdisc Mare. So far, this journey seems to roughly mirror the plot of Pokémon X/Y, though with the timeframe updated to be in 2024 and with some of the cities now having contest halls. Her other new friends are Trevor @pokedex-parfaite, Calem @friendly-neighborhood-calem, and Shauna @poke-mon-amie.

Caught in Paldea:

Cerise's current Pokémon are as follows.

Caught in Kalos:

???

Blossom (Meowscarada F) (with Hazel @grass-pokemon-appreciator)

Ribbon (Annihilape F) (with Nemona)

Tim (Dragapult M) (with Nemona)

Lady (Palafin F) (with Nemona)

Cheese (Espathra F) (with Nemona)

Chonk (Clodsire F) (with Nemona)

Chime of Eternity (Iron Valiant) (has not been seen since Cerise's disappearance)

Gluttonous Beast (Miraidon) (with Arven)

entirely too many Dudunsparce (with Jacq)

Caught in Kitakami:

Ember (shiny Arcanine M) (with Carmine)

Ogerpon (with Kieran)

Munkidori (with Mare)

Fezandipiti (with Mare)

Caught in the Terarium (all currently unnamed and currently with the League Club):

Okidogi (with Mare)

Pecharunt (with Mare)

Alolan Dugtrio F

Dodrio F

Alolan Ninetales F

Duraludon M

Whimsicott F

Flygon F

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Ever After High Awards:

Apple White: Best Performance Award

Raven Queen: Best Inspirational Speaker Award (???)

Briar Beauty: Best Event Organiser Award

Madeline Hatter: Best Personality Award

Ashlynn Ella: Animal Lover/ Kindness Award

Blondielocks: Best Reporter/Journalist Award

CA Cupid: Best Matchmaker Award

Cedar Wood: Best Artist Award

Cerise Hood: Track and Field Star

Courtly Jester: Best at Cartwheeling Award

Daring Charming: Best Smile/ Hair/ in performance Award

Dexter Charming: Best at being socially awkward

Darling Charming: Best Fencing/ Fighting Award

Duchess Swan: Best at Ice Skating Award

Farrah Goodfairy: Helping Award

Faybelle Thorn: Best At Cheerhexing Award

Ginger Breadhouse: Best at Baking/ Cooking Award

Gus and Helga Crumb: Best at Eating Award

Holly O’Hair: Best Hair Award (Girls)

Poppy O’Hair: Best Stylist Award

Hopper Croakinon II: Best in Animal Transformation (???)

Humphrey Dumpty: Best at Technology Award

Hunter Huntsman: Nature Lover Award

Jillian Beanstalk: Best at Parkour Award

Justine Dancer: Best at Dancing Award

Kitty Cheshire: Best at invisibility Award(???)

Lizzie Hearts: Best at Cards Award

Meeshell Mermaid: Best at Singing/Swimming Award

Melody Piper: Best at Muse-Ic Award

Nina Thumbell: Best at size Transformation

Ramona Badwolf: Best at Hunting Award

Rosabella Beauty: Animal Lover Award

Sparrow Hood: Best Guitarist (after Raven)🥰

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Finding Family 5

Finale

Ao3 *** Part 1 *** Part 2 *** Part 3 *** Part 4 *** Finale

Did it take me forever to get around to finishing this, yes!

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The moment Marinette opened a portal they understood the question a lot better. One second they were standing in an extra room in the mansion far away from the gala. The next, they are standing on a rooftop, in the early morning, and they can see the Eiffel tower. Meaning that he, Dick, and Tim are trying to figure out what’s going on.

"About time you guys got here Cerise, who are these three?" A young woman in black and gold was waiting on the roof top.

"Long story extremely short, Amber they the bats from Gotham and before you say anything, Hood works with them so we can trust them. They also have experience with the League." Marinette, Cerise, answered holding up a hand to stop the question before it was asked.

"Perfect, so Krait and Tatsuya were patrolling Notre Dame. And like always they were settled in one of the towers, but that's also when they saw the league go into the cathedral."

"Any idea what they want?" Red Hood asked.

"No Krait said he would be in contact soon, but it’s been a while."

"What do you mean when you say a while, how long are you talking about." Tim voiced, knowing that time is of the essence wherever the league is involved.

"Three minutes." Amber answered, causing the bats to stare back dumbfounded.

"He should’ve come back by now, and knowing Tatsuya, she would’ve charged." Cerise mused.

"Wait you’re worried about three minutes." Dick voiced the collective bafflement. "Thirty minutes would be cause for alarm not three."

"For a person who can rewind time three minutes is quite a long time without contact." Shadow, Damian, clarified while rolling his eyes, at the obvious information.

"Well, I have a plan." Cerise interjected before any of them, Amber specifically, could ask questions. "Shadow, Hood, Bats with me. Amber take Robin, Nightwing, and Saphirus to make a perimeter."

"You got it." Amber pulled his son's away along with Alfred, but this wasn't his City, so he had to trust her, if only for Jason.

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They moved quickly and easily, as they moved through the city getting ever closer to the Cathedral. She has to assume it was a trap with how easy it was, but she and her little group made their way deeper in.

"The information saying the miraculous were active again is true it seems." The man speaking was at the end of the aisle. Eyes she's only met once before studied her. Eyes she hasn't forgotten, even years later.

"To what do we owe the displeasure of this meeting, Demon?" She quirked a brow under the mask, while her voice remained a stoic mask.

"I want you to take me to the Yīng Táo of the house of Cheng." Came his brief response, never once suspecting who he is speaking to.

"Why would I do that?" She asked never dropping her mask.

"She has stolen something of mine." When no one said anything he continued. "She has stolen the Prince of Shadows, my grandson, from me." Her mask finally slipped as she started laughing.

"Her sons are not, have never been, and never will be your property." With each tense she flicked up a finger to emphasize her point.

"He is my blood, my heir, my..." She didn't let him finish.

With a flick of her wrist, she threw an escrima stick at him. He easily dodged it but that wasn't it’s purpose. As it passed him it turned back into a yo-yo with the other end still in her hand. She caught him with it and throwing the second, ensnaring him even further in the magical cords. She moved forwards, her little Yīn Yǐng on her heels.

"The blood of the covent is thicker than the water of the womb." She heard her little one speak up beside her. Her expression softened knowing the courage it took him to speak back to his grandfather. If it wasn't for the man's next words she would have cooed.

"You insulant child!" The man spat, still tied on the floor. "You dare lecture me."

"That's enough from you." She sent an electric shock through the wires, so the man collapsed on the ground unconscious.

Not a second later various assassins fell from the rafters in various states of consciousness, paralysis, and some were even frozen.

"How many times, Krait?" She asked, already suspecting the answer.

"Just once." She could practically see Luka's grin through the mask. "I had to see that again."

"You had us worried!" Chloe pushed him off balance, a small laugh laced her voice.

"How do you feel Dal Sghaier?"

Jason knelt in front of his littlest brother.

"You and Mama, and the pack, and the kwamii are my family." By the end Damian's transformation fell as he hugged Jason tighter and tighter. At this point all three of them dropped their transformations and held each other on the floor of the cathedral.

They stayed like that until they heard the tell tale sounds of high heels on stone floors. Resulting in everyone turning to watch the new arrival.

"For the record I tried to stop him."

"And we could all tell you that would be a hopeless endeavor, Tahlia." She responded to the newest arrival, who stopped between the pack and the bats.

"I know." The woman came up to their little family. The bats looked ready for a fight. While the pack stood back, almost casually. "As your birth mother I can't say I approve. But..." Tahlia started, her expression softening as she spoke. "But as someone who wants the best for you. I know you found your place. Wouldn't you agree, Beloved?"

"I don’t see how my input would affect your decision." Bruce voiced; his two boys looked as if they were still waiting for the woman to attack them.

"I suppose it’s only logical." Tahlia said in response. "He however is our child."

Softer so that only Marinette could hear she whispered in her ear, so sincerely that Mari could finally smile since arriving in Paris. "Take care of them for me, both of them."

"Of course." She smiled at the woman but turned into a smirk. "Just tell your father if he ever tries to harm or touch any of my family. Bats over there won't ever find his body." The assassin smiled, chuckling at her response.

"I'll hold you to that." With that the woman took her leave, leaving several of them with more questions than answers. But also, two less demons in the room.

Mari quickly turned back into Cerise, and with Kaalki's help opened several portals to drop the assassins back in Nanda Parbat. And she then opened another door to the room where they had all left from in Wayne manor.

They were gone for maybe twenty minutes at the most, that however seemed to be more than enough time for the reporters to start their newest gossip on the tabloids.

Bruce Wayne’s mysterious meeting with designer Mira at gala, ended up being the trending headline the next day.

So did most believe they had a fling and now she was bringing in their child into it. They did. Because anyone with a pair of eyes and a brain cell can tell, Mira's child looks suspiciously a lot like Bruce Wayne. Did both she and Bruce try to explain it. Also yes, but that didn't go too well. The tabloids went on and on, so they also decided to roll with it for fun more than anything. Later speculation revealed their original explanation which was believed more by the people of Gotham. And that only re-enforced exactly why both of them prefer to stay out of that light.

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A few months later he and Marinette we’re happily dating, sure it turns out her youngest ended up being his biological son. Was he still a bit paranoid and decided to do a DNA test. Yes. Did either of them judge him for it. No.

But now as he sits here watching all of his children on a lazy Sunday morning, he finally felt whole in a long time.

For the first time in a long time he was truly happy, and he knows it started a long time ago, when he first met that girl in a small village in Tibet. He would have never expected his life to turn out the way it did.

He never expected to become a vigilante.

Much less a father.

Or to even find someone he truly loved to call his own.

This is his life now, but he wouldn’t change anything, because this is the family that he found and built. It’s his, it might be little, majorly crazy, and broken ninety-nine percent of the time, but it’s his.

Family is not always just the one you are born into. But also, the ones you choose to stand by, protect, and love.

And he’s glad he found this one.

Fin

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