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haro-whumps · 5 years ago
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Purchased, 3
CW: Slavery, creepy whumper, begging, implied noncon
Oda, a hume, was of the opinion that the best cure for breakup blues was buying himself and his husband a new pet to play with.
He and Arkanan had, until very recently, been in a tyen-zev with Sota, but they’d gone into the marriage knowing it wouldn’t last. Sota had big dreams, wanderlust, and itchy palms, while Oda and Arkanan were… content. They liked their jobs, they liked their apartments--Arkanan’s the floor above Oda’s--and they liked J’deka, the city they lived in. Sure, it wasn’t huge, like what Sota was drawn to, but it was modern and had ten libraries, so it wasn’t like it was small.
But, even knowing that Sota would one day split, it was still a sad thing to lose him. More than that, Oda’s old dolor had gone with him. The pet had fallen well and truly in love with Sota, and Sota was fond of the lil dude. So when Sota had packed up his old apartment, Oda had sent his dolor with him, a parting gift to remember him and Arkanan by.
But that left Oda fresh out of playthings, and a bunch of toys with no one to use them on. Not as many toys as there had been, he’d been sure to send some of his old dolor’s favorites along with him, but still. Ropes! Muzzles! Clamps! And not a single available body. Tsk tsk. 
The dolor hall was a better place for shopping than the auction house, in Oda’s opinion. Auctioned doloru were either excessively low-quality, relying on competition to get anyone to buy them at all, or excessively high-quality, purebreds worth betting on. Neither suited Oda’s taste. He was a simple man with simple desires, so a healthy-bred dolor with decent training was more than well enough for him.
And oh, there was a pretty one. He was in a cell with another dolor, which was, in Oda’s experience, odd, and the two were clinging to each other. Nasty scarring across both of them, which aroused both pity and attraction in Oda, and just from looking at them he could tell they were scared out of their wits. Nothing was even happening to them yet.
He wondered how nicely they’d beg for him. He opened the cell door, unlocked. Few doloru had behavioral issues that would require locking their cubicles. “You, come here,” Oda ordered with a point, singling out the one he wanted. They both came, still holding hands, which was, again, odd, but Oda still wasn’t weirded out enough to be concerned. He lifted the dolor’s hair and compared it to his own. The shimmering orange was a perfect match. He finger combed the two together, and excepting the fact that his hair went to his thighs while the dolor’s only stretched to the shoulder blades, they were utterly indistinguishable from each other.
“Now don’t you suit my vanity just fine?” Oda purred, gripping one of the dolor’s arms and lifting it. The dolor kept his head and eyes down, submission oozing from him utterly, and trembled under Oda’s probing touches, only flinching outright when he hit a nasty burn mark on his shoulder. It felt recent, the skin red and hot to the touch.
A knock on the glass wall of the cell, the one that opened back out into the hall. One of the staff waved Oda out, and he dropped the slave’s wrist carelessly. He gave a questioning hum to the staffer, who explained, “Careful with those two.”
“Seem harmless,” Oda prompted with a raised eyebrow.
“Generally are, but they refuse to be separated. Like, ‘I work in a dolor hall and I’ve never seen that kind of fighting back from a dolor,’ refuse. The black haired one sent one of my buddies to the ER with a bloody eye.”
Oda looked back at the pair, who were still trembling, still staring at the floor, still thin and chest-height and frail. He jerked a thumb at them, and the staffer nodded.
“Damn,” Oda said, “but as long as they’re not separated..?”
“No problem. But they will freak out if you mention splitting them up, and you will be caught off guard, and they will hurt you. So fair warning.”
Oda had come to buy one plaything, not needing the 20 or 30 or sometimes 50 doloru that richer, more opulent rhinu collected. He’d been to some of their parties, a dolor in every corner, and while it was definitely fun, it wasn’t for Oda’s home life. But two might be nice. And upon further inspection, the second one was hardly difficult to look at. Oda knew without needing to check that his hair, the same length as his companion’s, was the same ink-black as Arkanan’s. Same almond eyes, and the skin color was close, real close. He was definitely Second-Zred, though it was difficult to tell if his ancestors had been as far east as Arkanan’s had been.
“I think you’d suit my lover’s vanity,” Oda murmured, holding the second dolor by the chin and tilting his head this way and that. Pretty scarring over the right temple. Like a firework. A burn to match the first dolor’s right shoulder. They were both scrawny, even for doloru, but that was fine, Oda liked spoiling his pets almost or as much as he liked making them beg.
“You’ll take us both, sir?” the second one asked quietly, unprompted to speak, without permission to question. Oda considered him, and decided that if staying together was important enough for them to fight staffers, then this wasn’t poor training as much as it was a matter of desperation. 
“Yes, but only if you promise to behave yourselves.”
“We promise!” came twin answers, and Oda laughed, cupping their faces, one in each hand.
“Awww, see, there, that’s perfect.” He shifted his hand back into their hair, and gripped each of them near the nape, not hard enough to hurt or even really tug, but commanding, firm. “Names.”
“Eno.”
“Mika.”
“Cute,” Oda crooned, and combed his fingers through their hair. Doloru bodies were small, as a rule, and Oda was on the tall side for a hume, so when he cupped Mika’s face, his hands were massive against his cheeks, nearly swallowing his head. He kissed him, and Mika was pliant, eager, his own hands submissively at his sides but his mouth practiced. “And even though you didn’t have permission the first time,” Oda said, cupping Eno’s face next, “you two have permission to ask questions from here on out.” He kissed Eno, who was trembling harder than his friend, but just as eager, just as pliant, just as practiced. 
“I won’t punish you for that time,” Oda said, petting Eno affectionately, “But you behave from now on, okay?”
“Yes, rhine, thank you for your mercy.”
“You’re welcome. I am Oda, and once we’re done here you will belong equally to my husband, Arkanan, obey him same as me.”
“Yes, Oda-rhine,” they both said, and Oda felt that special satisfaction at having good little doloru doing as he ordered curling lazily in his gut. 
They were something of a two-for-one deal, due to their misbehavior, which suited Oda just fine. He considered spreading Mika and fucking him while the car drove them back to his apartment, but held off. He wanted Arkanan to be the first to fuck them, he’d decided. A present for his lover, who was missing Sota worse than Oda was. With Sota gone, Oda and Arkanan had agreed to change their marriage to a rai-zev, given the fact that they felt unlikely to ever separate. Thinking on Arkanan made Oda curious about his new doloru.
“You two, you’re lovers?” Oda asked, Mika on his lap in the back of the car, Eno kneeling with his head resting on his arm, propped up on the backseat at Mika’s side. Oda’s hands continued lazily exploring Mika’s body, and Mika continued to submit to it, arms around Oda’s neck and eyes down.
“Yes, Oda-rhine,” Eno answered.
“Married?”
“Yes, rhine,” Eno answered again.
Oda pinched Mika’s chin between his thumb and the side of his index finger, and lifted it. Looking at him, he asked, “Which type?”
“We’re i--”
“Hush,” Oda interrupted Eno. Eno immediately threw his forehead to the floor, grovelling at Oda’s sneakers. “I want to hear Mika speak.”
The tremors of Mika’s body, which had been fine, minute things, like the hum of a fridge, only noticeable when the palm was placed to it, tripled. He shook on Oda’s lap, and Oda nearly burst out laughing right then. This was going to be too fun. This was so fun already. So frightened, it would be easy to make him scream and plead and cry.
“W-We’re in a rai-el, Oda-rhine.” Mika’s voice shook, and Oda smiled as he gently moved a lock of his pretty hair out of his face.
“Good boy,” Oda said with two quick little pats to Mika’s cheek. “Good boys,” he corrected himself, looking down at Eno, who he nudged with his shoe. “C’mon back up, Eno, there’s a good boy, just like that.” He gave Eno a pat on the head as soon as it was back on the edge of the car seat. But a rai-el, huh. Permanent and exclusive. Nobody but the two of them, forever.
“Where are you two from?” he asked idly, wondering what environment would even foster a rai-el amongst slaves.
“Senvior, Oda-rhine,” Mika answered, quieter, like he wasn’t sure if he was still supposed to be the one talking. Oda’s eyes went wide and his hand tensed in Mika’s hair, which made Mika lock up down to his toes, which made Eno tense in turn.
“Senvior,” Oda repeated, “You’re not stolen goods, are you?”
Mika looked panicked. “We were sold, rhine,” Eno answered, rushed and quiet. “We could not entertain our master, and he sold us up the mine shaft.”
“Okay, just as long as I don’t have anyone with a gun showing up at my apartment looking for lost property,” Oda said, relaxing, his doloru taking their cues from him. He pet Mika’s face, considering them. It was easy to believe that these two had thought they would die down there--Arkanan had been to Senvior once on a job, and his report had not been positive--so he guessed rai-el made sense. Love shared until they died.
“Are there really cannibals in Senvior?” Oda asked, and his doloru nodded. He laughed. “That’s crazy! That sounds so fun.” Then his curiosity was spent, and he pulled Mika forward by the hair to kiss him, done with words.
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dianapana · 7 years ago
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Car trouble
Hey guys LOOOOONG time no see but i do have good excused:
1. I just graduated high school this friday (YAY ME) so i was stressed out with the end of the year, with prom and all that.
2. At the end of june i’ll have my BAC exams which is kinda like the SAT i think
3. a few sad things happened here, one of my classmates passed in a tragic accident and we had a lot of things to tend to about this topic too...
4. I have no found any inspiration what so ever. But i felt so bad i haven’t written in so long so i just searched ‘prompts’ on goole and there was one ‘hitchhiker’ so idk i just wrote this. i did not re-read it so there are probably many mistakes but it’s longer than i intended it to be and it’s 1 and half a.m. and we still go to school for BAC preparations so yeaaa i’m not really free yet.
Either waaaaay, i hope you enjoy. Love Dia ~~
To say the least she was having a shitty day. Her father would freak, her cousin would shake his head in disappointment and her sister would roll her eyes at her because she did it again, she pulled a ‘Hinata’. Yep they started using her name as a subject that meant a mistake, somehow she was the one that always messed things up.
Last night when Hinata talked with Neji and he specifically asked her if she had the car checked she said she did, despite that being a lie. She meant to take it to the mechanic but didn’t have time or when she did she forgot all about the 4 wheels piece of trash that failed her. The car started letting black fumes about an hour or so ago, but she kept pushing it either way, praying that it would get her the rest of the way to Suna, where she’d stop for the night before continuing towards Konoha. She was 3 hours away from Suna and about 8 from Konoha. There was no way her car would hold up.
The Hyuuga family was having a Family gathering for the summer. Everyone was going to be there, including her grandfather who was happily retired and moved to Hokkaido a couple of years ago. They were all supposed to arrive that following day so Monday morning the family activities to start, bright and early. She made plans to go to the beach as soon as she arrived with Neji and Hanabi.
Hinata contemplated calling Neji but her stubbornness stopped her from doing so. She’d find a way to fix this on her own. She remembered her mother telling her what to do in this situation, Hikari left ‘to find herself’ when she was 12. Her mother always send her postcards from exotic places she visits, she knows a lot about the world as a traveler so her advice must be of some use. Hinata poped up the hood and looked at the engine in deep thought, as her mother told her to, because someone was bound to stop and help her…right? It was summer so the sun was still up and would be for another couple of hours, maybe more, nothing bad was going to happen to her.
About 20 minutes and a number of cars passed before an older blue truck stopped behind her car. A man in his late 30s mid 40s got out and with a sickening grin on his face started walking towards her. Hinata rethought the ‘I’m save’ argument she made before and wasn’t so sure anymore. As the older male made his way towards her she got the chills from the way he looked at her.
“Aye little lady, car trouble?”
“N-no…my friend is on his way to pick me up. No trouble at all”
She’d much rather stay on side of the road for the night than accept help from that creeper. Her mention of a friend didn’t stop him from moving closer, much too close for her liking.
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t stay here all alone. I’ll wait with you for your friend, how about that?”
He smiled down at her with anything but pure intentions, Hinata took a step back and before she had the chance to decline another car stopped. This one was a black sport car of some sorts. It looked pretty expensive.
Hinata almost cried when she saw who was driving, Sasuke. The two of them weren’t friends per say but they knew each other. The Uchiha male got out and glared at the old pervert.
“Hinata, sorry I’m late. Get in”
She only smiled at him and ran around her car to get to his so she wouldn’t have to pass by the man. She didn’t even stop to get the things from her car, she didn’t stop by Sasuke to thank him or anything she just opened the passenger door and got in. Sasuke opened the driver door and leaned in.
“Give me your keys. I’ll close the hood.”
“S-sasuke, I also have a few bags in my truck…c-could you please get them as well”
“Hn” The raven haired boy closed his door and locked the car just in case before going towards hers. He passed by the pervert and closed the hood loud enough to startle the man giving him a nasty look. The man cursed under his breath and went back to his blue truck, but not before looking back at Hinata. After the danger was over Hinata thought Sasuke would leave her there and she panicked for a few moments but soon enough Sasuke returned with all her bags and put them on his back seat.
“Here’s your key”
“Thank you…for helping me out”
He only nodded before starting the car again and leaving. Sasuke had no music playing but as soon as they got on the highway he pressed a few buttons and the top of the car disappeared. Hinata had never been in a convertible before but she was loving the wind in her hair especially in such a torrid day.
“You shouldn’t be out alone, dressed like that on some unknown roads. A lot of creepers swarm around. It’s not safe”
Only when he pointed out did she realize she had on her beach attire, short white shorts and a lavender see-though shirt over her black bikini, she had her hair in two buns like TenTen used to do them because she couldn’t stand the hot and humid air. Her cheeks reddened releasing what Sasuke must think about her.
“Y-you’re right. It’s just really hot and I planned to go to the beach as soon as I reached Suna.”
“At this hour?” He finally looked at her, but only for a split second.
“Yes…I have a few friends there and I wanted to see the Suna beach. I hadn’t had a chance to go for the past few years and it was on the way. I remember it being a lot nicer than the one in Konoha, the sand is white and so smooth, not pebbles or broken seashells around to step on. And the water is so clear and not very deep so it’s much safer, also I haven’t seen this friend in a long time and he--”
Hinata stopped abruptly, she was rambling, Sasuke always did make her nervous, he had this aloof vibe like he was bored and she hated feeling like a bore. She bit her lip and looked out the window trying to calm down her nerves.
“What about the friend? What did he do?”
He asked her with amusement. Hinata turned towards him with a puzzled expression.
“You stopped. You were about to say something about your friend from Suna”
“Oh…H-he was supposed to go to Knonoha too for the gathering I’m going to but he was too busy so I thought maybe going to the beach this late won’t be during his work hours and he’ll relax a bit”
“I see.” The Uchiha nodded and silence fell once again. Hinata was very grateful for the ride he was giving her but felt a little uncomfortable with the quiet. “You were supposed to drive to Konoha.”
His observation took her by surprise but she nodded slowly.
“Yea, that won’t happen. I’m also going to Konoha so I can drive you, but I don’t indent on stopping by Suna, I want to be in Konoha by Sunday. If you’re fine with this I don’t mind”
She thought about it for a moment. There were little to none chance to find someone she knew who went to Konoha tomorrow, despite the silence she’d much rather be in a car with Sasuke.
“Ok, I’d like a ride, if you’re really fine with it” he nodded and Hinata hurried to say “Of course I’ll pay for half of the gas” Sasuke opened his mouth to deny her offer but decided against it, he knew how Hyuugas were, they hated being in debt to someone.
XXX
They reached Suna 2 hours later, Hinata called Gaara to tell him she wasn’t going to stop by anymore and she also told him about her car and send a pic of the place. Garra promised to send Kankuro to retrieve her car and take it to the mechanic so by the time she came she’d be able to drive it home.
About half an hour later they stopped for gas and as she promised Hinata payed for half the gas and also brought snacks and a few drinks. She was in front of a CD rack when Sasuke returned from the bathroom.
“What kind of music do you like?” She asked him still eyeing the CDs. There were a few decent ones, Adele, AC/DC, The Beatles. Sasuke looked for a few moments too and picked up one.
“You like Queen.” Hinata smiled up at him. They were also one of her favorite bands.
“Hn” he purchased the CD in spite of her insistence to pay for it. “I’ll be the one to keep it so it’s only fair I pay” He told her and the discussion ended. Strangely the Cd wasn’t as needed anymore since a light conversation started between the two of them.
“I bought some onigiri with tomatoes and a few hot chilly chips for you. Is that ok? And lime iced tea”
Sasuke rose a brow and did a double take, she had indeed brought those, for him.
“Yea, those are actually my favourites…”
“O-oh, umm…y-yea I know. I remember seeing you eat them during high school”
“Oh, I see.”
He was a bit perplex that she remembered what kind of snacks he liked in high school when he could barely remember if she still had short hair then or she had grown then. He knew she made the change when he was still present but couldn’t for the life of him remember if it was during high school or university.
“I-I didn’t mean to intrude, I’m sorry. I just used to go with Sakura-chan and Ino-chan when we bought snacks for all of us when the basketball season was in full swing and you had lunch in the gym”
Now that he thought of it she was right. The girls bought them lunch on multiple occasions when Kakashi and Gai were rough on them. The guys also brought girls hot chocolate/coffee/tea during winter so they didn’t have to get out in the cold wearing skirts. If the school thought putting on tights would make the freezing cold go away they were wrong.
“I remember. Also we bought you drinks. You liked cinnamon coffee or hot chocolate. Sometimes tea when it rained rather than snowed”
She laughed. It was strange how many details they knew about each other despite not really knowing each other. They grew up in the proximity of the other and without even meaning to learnt a lot.
Hinata knew Sasuke hated sweets, he had a kick for spicy food and tomatoes. He had a really high tolerance of alcohol, everything he owned was either black, dark blue or dark red. He had had the same hair style his whole life, he loved math and gym but couldn’t stand Japanese lit, either way he had the second highest grade after Shikamaru. He always seemed to be in a shitty mood when it rained and he hated the cold, he’d much rather be hot all the time. For some reasons he never ate/drank anything with almonds/almond milk. He loved to drive, out of everyone of them he got first his driving license and you’d see him just drive around on multiple occasions. He had a tongue piercing when he was 17 that all the girls thought was ‘so fucking hot’ and he has the dates of his parents and Itachi’s birth and death tattooed on his left shoulder. He used to have a snake pet when he was small but he lost it and one of his aunts killed it.
Sasuke knew Hinata loved reading fantasy books, she always had a few in her bag pack, her favorite color was lavender and she also loved the plant, her room smelled of it. She put cinnamon on anything she could and after a terrible day or week she’d eat half a dozen of cinnamon buns and wash them with berry tea. She fell in love with make-up at the end of 10th grade didn’t feel confident enough to wear it at school until university, when is also when she changed her hairstyle. He remembered that now as well. She never got her driving license in university, but apparently she got it after. During middle school she had to wear glasses but after 2 years her father payed for eye surgery so she needn’t use them, either way she still wore them now and then on days she felt bad about herself. Ino was her best friend during school and from what he knew still was. She was an excellent cook and loved to bake, on valentine day she brought everyone chocolates, even him and his were always dark so he’d eat them and most of the time he did.
They talked about the things they knew and things they didn’t, they were both reserved people but the conversation was comfortable enough for the two of them. They stopped twice more for bathroom breaks and another time so Sasuke could stretch and rest a few minutes.
“I never really thought of you as a close friend, but I’m surprised by how well we know each other” Hinata admitted. She also got out of the car to walk around a bit, her legs were starting to cramp.
“I know what you mean…” Hinata looked at the Uchiha male, she never meant to pay this close attention to him, but she did anyway. They didn’t keep in touch after University, but their conversation felt like one with n old good friend. They never did talk like that before.
“We’re getting close to Konoha” Sasuke said. They were indeed, only about an hour or so until their road trip together would end.
“When are you going back home?” Hinata asked despite knowing she could ride back to Suna with Neji since he was going back to Gaara.
“Next Monday morning I’m leaving. What about you?”
“Oh…I’ll stay for two weeks…”
Without meaning to they both felt disappointed that they wouldn’t return together.
“I see. Well it was a stretch that we’d go back on the same day…”
The two got back in the car and resumed the road, the rest of the road was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind, rather the deep-in-thought kind.
“Well we can always meet up during the week we’re both in Konoha” Sasuke suggested and the Hyuuga girl smiled at him.
“Of course, we can. Also i-if you’re fine with it we can talk on the phone even after we both go back home. Where do you live now?”
“Kiri. You?”
Hinata started laughing.
“I live in Kiri too.”
“Really now?” the two looked at each other and smiled. They reached Konoha but it didn’t feel like the end of the road, but rather the beginning.
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thebigpapilio · 7 years ago
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The Legend of Phalène: My Prompt For “Hero/Villain”
Hi again!
This is once again for Chloé Appreciation Week. For Prompt #2, I decided to consider the idea of Chloé being the (NOT THE BEE) wielder, and (SOMEONE IMPORTANT TO HER) being the (NOT THE CAT) wielder. What I thought was my best idea here, however, was the idea of two Miraculous wielders using one Miraculous. 
Curious? Find out for yourself!
Phalène wasn’t sure if it was a good day or not for it to be raining. The water always weighed on Paonne’s wings, so she expected this to be a tough battle. That said, it weighed down on Mauvaise Abeille’s too, so the battle was mostly on the ground for the Bee and Peacock wielders. Despite the new factor, Abeille was especially powerful this time, and Phalène had barely been able to save the depowered Marinette from becoming the victim of a particularly nasty bee’s sting. Paonne wasn’t faring much better. Phalène had to do something. She’d always wanted to stay out of the visual fight since the fateful day she and Nooroo met. This time, nothing could be done - Paonne was going to fall very soon, if she wasn’t already done; heaven knows what Abeille would do to her. Transforming back into Chloé, she fed Nooroo quickly. Once they were ready to go, Nooroo gave her a heart-melting smile, (Nooroo was such a ray of sunshine - the only one she knew who was more sunshiney was Adrien), and for what could be the last time, she became Phalène. She jumped out, wings immediately unfolding so that she could fly to where she needed to go. Alas, just when she had finally arrived at the battlefield to deal with Abeille, she saw the newly monikered Bee-tch (Phalène had always been able to think up multiple insulting names for anyone based on their name alone, which impressed Paonne and other temporary wielders) take a defeated Paonne’s brooch. In a burst of light, Paonne was gone, and Sabrina freaking Raincomprix, her best friend (and apparently, her girlfriend too when as a superheroine) was left there, unconscious and in severe danger. With a traditional evil grin, Abeille’s spiked gauntlets raised up, preparing to strike the Peacock (Peahen? Chloé wasn’t entirely sure, and from previous conversations, neither was Pao-Sabrina. Right, vengeance). Phalène saw red. Raising her staff, she shot a small energy beam at Abeille. Enough to distract her and do damage (hopefully), but not enough to wear Phalène out early. This definitely got Abeille’s attention. An interested face turned to Phalène, and the ginger supervillainess lit up like a criminal being practically given what she wanted on a golden platter. Actually, that was almost exactly what it was, wasn’t it? Only problem was for Abeille, she was not going to succeed. Not if Phalène could help the matter. “So you must be the famous Phalène.” The tension broke and reformed at once. “I thought children were supposed to be seen, not heard. Sweetheart, how about you yield? Hand over that Miraculous and you won’t end up like your formerly flashy friend here.” Of course the last bit was a threat - her theory on Abeille’s identity had always been Sabrina’s stepmom Sarah, a harsh woman who left M. Raincomprix a few years back in order to rejoin the theatre crowd, her longtime passion. Regathering her thoughts, Phalène spat her words like they would burn her tongue should she keep them in her mouth. “I should ask you to hand over yours, Sarah Raincomprix.” Before Sarah could even register the fact she’d been called the heck out, Phalène used her second power. “SWARM!” All wielders had more than one accessible power - some just were part of the package, some were there and not there depending on the user. All Moths could make Champions, varying from 2-3 per day (it also depended on the user) Phalène wasn’t able to use Hall of Fame, which was a Moth’s strongest ability, but she could use Swarm. With a snap of her fingers, what seemed to be thousands of chunks of Sociae-shaped pure energy teleported in, forming a humongous ball of energy around the tip of her staff. Phalène had to make a command, or they would just sit there. Kill was not a viable option, but Phalène still had her plan. “Distract, dear Sociae.” With that, hell descended upon Abeille in the form of a storm of moths. They seemed to explode like energy balloons around the striped evildoer. They were not enough to be lethal, but enough to distract her. Speaking of which… Phalène swooped in, and in movement smoother than silk, the hair comb that 100% belonged to the Big Bad Bee Boss was swiped right off her head. Phalène was ready to celebrate now. Early as it seemed, she was done fighting a bee-themed supervillain who was more decisive on her decision to do evil than her own hai- Dear mothman, that’s Mom. Audrey Bourgeois, who had divorced her Papa around the time Sarah Raincomprix divorced Sabrina’s, stood there in the distance. An evil smirk was on her face, and the way it looked fitting for her scared Phalène. A now-depowered Sarah managed to snatch the Bee Miraculous in Phalène’s moment of shock, and just before the police (Roger wasn’t with them, Phalène barely noticed, but she wasn’t surprised) could grab her, she chucked the hair comb with surprising strength. It landed right in the hands of blonde-haired Audrey. OH. OH, NO. “Pollen, do the sting!” With that, Mauvaise Abeille became a threat once more; the only thing changing was the holder. Things did look bad; a still unconscious Sabrina, who Chloé would later learn was taken somewhere safe, was clearly unable to fight. It was all on the generally weakest Miraculous wielder (who would depower in… about 7-ish minutes now) to protect her city. The odds were bad, weren’t they? Well, years later, Chloé would tell anyone who knew she was Phalène that miracles happen, don’t they? As if she’d known how to do it all along, her Miraculous’ power was concentrated in her hands. Abeille - no, Mom - was charging at her, without a care in the world for her daughter’s safety (whether she knew or not) and while she knew, she just knew that she should dodge, any major movement would break her focus. 3 she’s getting closer 2 that spiked gauntlet is NOT looking friendly 1 aaaaand… A humongous shockwave of energy blew Audrey away. The light ball of energy in Phalène’s hands was thrown to the sky like a volleyball (except it didn’t come down). When it died down, an entire army seemed to be on their way, Phalène could feel it. This… THIS was the HALL OF FAME. Clearly, though, her mother could not. A second try from Chloé’s pitiful excuse for a mother was stopped in their tracks by the sabre & giant dual needles of the Adrinette duo (Chloé had moved on after she and Paonne started dating); a third was wrapped up due to Alya’s electrical whip and electrokinesis; a fourth attempt was stopped because Nino’s water cannon blew her into a wall. More and more Champions joined, but while Phalène was touched, she also silently wanted Sabrina to help too. Phalène and Paonne had been together since the beginning, and considering she was Sabrina, it was even longer chronologically (Chloé had not counted Brat-Chloé’s time with Sabrina as real time spent together). So she took out her phone and went to the recording function, watching André’s psychokinetic powers twirl his ex-wife around like a drumstick in a musician’s hand. Chloé was unsure how much of Paris had joined, but she knew that there were outsiders alongside what was probably the majority of Paris - Marinette’s grandma and uncle, Jagged Stone, and others had joined in too. It was a miracle (heh) that the comb wasn’t broken to pieces by the time Chloé ordered the transformed civilians to stop. It wasn’t even the slightest bit cracked.
That’s magic for you, I suppose…
Her powers ran out just in time for her to hide after sending her Mom in a holding cell. It was simple and complicated from there, really. The resolutions for Sarah and Audrey were simple - they weren’t escaping their punishment if anyone could help it, and if they could get out of jail, they would be doing service or something like that for life. All their possessions went to Chloé and Sabrina - most of that, however, went to people that needed it - kids in bad situations, the poor, and whatnot. That was more complicated. Sabrina recovered very quickly - the Miraculous helped a lot, Chloé imagined. That too was simple. What wasn’t simple was the dealing of leaving their Miraculi with Alya Dupain-Cheng-Agreste-Lahiffe-Cesaire, who had been chosen as the new Guardian after some old man had passed the Turtle Miraculous to her. Her want for information about the Miraculi made her a good choice for the position, and her skill with patience and phrasing information was good as well. Chloé had not cried for too long with Nooroo before saying goodbye, but Duusu (apparently that was Sabrina’s peaHEN-themed kwami) and the aforementioned ginger had needed to dry the others’ tears for a while. Chloé knew she would have to do what Duusu could no longer do. Chloé and Sabrina had known each other since about the end of école, worked with each other as superheroines since the middle of lycée, and so help them if they wouldn’t stay together for as long as they could help it. After Chloé and Sabrina passed on, both stories would become practically immortalized; the legacies of Chloé and Sabrina Bourgeois-Raincomprix were more popular for adults in that time period, but the more popular story (and longest lasting) were the ones of Paonne and Phalène.
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