#BUT HE FUCKING CHOSE TO BE A MOTHER FU-

[killer-blowmybrain]

drawing my bf's character in a super girly outfit because i fucking hate them both!!! HEHRHERHEGREHEGEHH

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P L A Y L I S T (cl16 x singer!reader series) vol.5 - barcelona

warnings: none

word count: n/a

hi everyone! we're back with another smau chapter and they're pretty cute in this one! it's kind of a filler but I think it's gives a little insight into how charles x reader are getting closer happy reading love, mimi taglist currently: open! @whatsupstark @evie-119

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Barcelona

thisisy/n posted to their story!

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Liked by charles_leclerc, lilymhe and 1,482,163 thisisy/n Barcelona!! We made some beautiful memories with you, muchas gracias! Next stop - Toronto! 🎀🌙

View all 34,971 comments lilymhe I'm so sad I couldn't be there tonight but I watched the livestream and cheered, sang and sobbed along the whole time ⤷ thisisy/n I love you sm ⤷ lilymhe not as much as I love youuuu omg ⤷ eclipsemoonbeam the way that Y/N and Lily are literally besties now Comment liked by thisisy/n and lilymhe

moonbeammoonbean I still can't believe I saw them againnnn omg they were fucking amazing

laleclerc Y/N dropping the flowers in her Barcelona photo dump as if we didn't all see Charles carrying them in... girl WE SEE YOU ⤷ ynswifey it's kinda cute though they've really hit it off

charles_leclerc another amazing concert! still can't believe how talented you are ⤷ landonorris was it as good as rome? ⤷ maxverstappen1 why am I so jealous that you got to go again? ⤷ charles_leclerc it was even better than the first time ⤷ landonorris these concerts be aging like fine wine

y/nismylovemylife I saw Charles dancing backstage with their manager during all the hype songs and then doing his best to hold his tears in during the ballads ⤷ f1moonbeam charles is all of us tbh

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Liked by thisisy/n, carlossainz55 and 876,413 others charles_leclerc I've been craving for your love, can't see nobody but us 🌙 View all 48,712 comments vroomvroom CHARLES?! THE CAPTION?! SOMEONE EXPLAIN PLS ⤷ eclipsef1 it's lyrics from ""moonlight sunrise"" by eclipse! kinda sus that he chose THOSE lines tho

f1leclerc charles leclerc the man that you are

y/ncharlesmanifesting no bc neither of them is being subtle and I'm so here for it

thisisy/n moonlight sunrise, baby let's do it all night, moonlight sunrise, I guarantee I got ya 🎶🌙 Comment liked by charles_leclerc ⤷ y/nluvr MOTHER? WHAT IS THIS? ⤷ eclipsemeleclerc no bc she totally did this intentionally ⤷ y/nwardrobe do WHAT all night ma'am hmm? ⤷ y/nupdates fu-

eclipseofficial loving the choice of caption! 🤭

moonbeammm ARE WE ALL JUST GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT CHARLES POSTED HER AT THE END LIKE THAT? ⤷ chachacharles NO I WANNA BRING THIS UP TOO LIKE? ⤷ landolove I sense an announcement post coming before summer break 👀

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❛𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲❜

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔— fushiguro toji x f!reader

𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒆— jujutsu kaisen

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎— one-shot

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆— nsfw

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔— lactation, mentions of pregnancy and baby, reader is a mama, masterbation, nipple play, toji drinks breast milk, creampie, vaginal penetration, degradation, biting, reader kinda (?) scratches his back, squirting, toji drinks your fluid.

𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔— we’re gonna ignore how i wrote for day 3 before day 2. i promise i’ll finish it soon 😩

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕— 0.8k

being a new mother was hard, ontop of being a good wife for your husband, toji fushiguro. you had just put your newborn down for a nap, toji was out attending to his job. you finally had time to yourself, which as a new mother wasn���t something you often found.

your favourite room had become the laundry room. it was quite, warm and pleasuring. “fuck, fuck, fu-“ your moans came to a stop and you whimpered, your orgasm denied. you opened your eyes. there was no way the load had finished already-oh. the machine had been turned off.

in front of you stood your husband. he gazed down at you with hard, green eyes. in the depths of his emerald eyes swirled an emotion you weren’t unfamiliar with. it was, after all, how you got pregnant the first time. you gulped, looking up at his form that towered over you.

“you’re home early.” you smiled up at him, your cunt fluttering in need. tojis eyes travelled from your smile, down towards your breasts. you had chose not to wear a bra, you were just going to be in the house all day. around both of your nipples, the shirt had dampened.

toji didn’t respond, instead he began to undo his belt that held his cargo pants on his waist. you whimpered, unconsciously spreading your naked lower half. his cock was hard, and you began to wonder how long he had been watching you. his hands grasped the bottom of your white t-shirt, ripping it over your head harshly.

toji wasted no time, his hand gripped the bottom of his dick, lining it up with your dripping cunt. “oh fuck,” your cunt gripped him tightly, not allowing him to slip in as quickly as he pleased. he grunted, forcing his way through your right walls until he had bottomed out.

“such a naughty whore, getting off to the washing machine while i’m at work.” he growled, kissing his way up your stomach until he got to your hardened, leaking nipples. his tongue flattened, licking all of the milk his tongue could find. his dick twitching inside as he cleaned your breasts. you whined, your voice high pitch, as he softly nibbled on your nipple. his other hand, toying with the opposite breast. he began to thrust, slow but deep, sucking your breasts dry. his hands squeeze your breasts, as if it would help the flow of milk. he finally comes up for air, hands moving down to the back of your thighs. your hands reach, locking behind the nape of his neck. he lifts you with ease, moving so your back is now against the wall.

you grind forward, meeting each of his perfected strokes, your juices soaking his cock. “so wet, hm?” he groans into the nape of your neck. he runs his tongue over the juncture of your neck and shoulder, before biting down. your hips falter in their bucking momentum, a loud mewl leaving your lips.

“yes, yes, all for you.” you whine, tangling your fingers in his raven locks. the squelching noise echoing throughout the laundry room is so obscene. the smell of sex, strong in the room as your husband plows up into you. the pull of his heavy, stiff cock inside of you earns a string of endless moans from your plump lips.

“did the washing machine make you feel this good, little one?” he continued his assault on your neck.

“hmf, no.” you mewled, pulling his hair as your toes curled. “you make me- make- make me feel s’ good!” your thighs begin to shake, tightening around his hips.

“yeah? you gonna cream on my dick? let me fuck you till you’re so dumb you only remember my name?”

“yes! please, toji!” but he pulls out, and you whine, he has you grinding against his abdomen searching for a release. he laughs darkly, lowering you to the floor.

“such a needy lil thing, you are. don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he lifts your legs over his shoulder, fucking into you like there’s no tommorow. that warmth that had begun to form just minutes earlier, rebuilt at a faster pace. your eyes rolling into the back of your head, claws sinking into your husbands muscular shoulders. your breathing picked up, your whines hitching in your throat.

“toji! pleasepleaseplease-“ you wailed, your orgasm approaching fast. “i’m gonna, ‘m gonna!” you weren’t able to warn him as your body went limp under him, tongue sticking out as your body trembled uncontrollably. your clear liquid splashed all over him and yourself, pooling on the tiled flooring.

“fuck.” he grunted, his strokes not faltering at his advancing high. “that was so fucking hot.” his balls slapped harshly against your ass. “shittttt” he came with a long groan, burring his cock as deep as your cunt would allow him, his seed painting your gummy walls white.

he removed his soft cock from your warmth, taking in the sight of your exhausted body. “someone’s gotta clean this up.” he leaned down, slurping up your juices. you watched through lidded eyes as he went as far to slurp your liquids from the floor. “you taste so good, little one.”

[leedosbunnyboy]

Jaehyun; Lunch Break

Genre: Angst, Smut

Pairing: Jaehyun x M!Reader

Requested: no

Warning(s): mentions of homophobia, handjobs, fingering, degradation, rim job, eating out, cum eating, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism, implied penetrative sex

Summary: On your dad's birthday, he decides to have a family dinner. Little do you know, he chose the restaurant your boyfriend works at.

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"Hide everyone!" My oldest brother yelled as he saw our dad return from work.

All six of us hid behind couches, doors, and tables as we awaited Dad walking through the door.

Thick, heavy footsteps stopped outside the door as the knob began to turn with a small squeak.

"SURPRISE!" We all yelled as dad smiled.

"Thank you kids." He said and invited all of us into a hug.

"Don't forget me!" Mom complained as she pecked him on the cheek.

We each took our turns handing him out gifts as he took his time appreciating each one.

As we cleaned up the mess of discarded present wrappers and neglected price tags, the topic of dinner was brought up by our youngest sister.

"I'm hungry!" Whined Naeun as she plopped on the floor.

"Speaking of it, I am too." My youngest brother, Minhyeon, said.

"I could go for dinner." My oldest brother, Juyeon, chimed in.

Thus started the arguing of which restaurant to go to as your parents rolled their eyes at our pointless fighting.

"QUIET!" Bellowed our mother.

"It's your dad's birthday, so he gets to choose where we eat." She said and looked up to our dad.

We stood around as we awaited our dad's final verdict.

"Alright! I've decided." He said and stood up.

"Where are we going?" My older sister, Songyee, asked.

"That's a surprise." He said and grabbed his keys.

I knew dad would say something along those lines, considering he never gives a straight answer. We all hopped into the car and waited to see which restaurant dad chose as our destination.

Along the way I decided to text my boyfriend, Jaehyun, out of boredom.

Me:

Jae :(

Jaehyun<3:

Yes baby?

Me:

I'm bored and wanna talk

Jaehyun<3:

Why are you bored?

Me:

It's my dad's birthday, and he's taking us to some 'mystery' restaurant to celebrate.

Jaehyun<3:

Well I'd love to keep my babyboy company, but I've got to get back to work.

Me:

:,(

Jaehyun<3:

I'll be on lunch break soon, then we can talk. Okay babe?

Me:

Yeah, talk to you later. I love you.

Jaehyun<3:

I love you too<3

"We're here!" Dad yelled out as he parked the car.

We each hopped out and entered the restaurant.

It was on the fancier side with many intricate designs on the walls and decor.

We waited to be seated as the place seemed to be packed.

"I'm so sorry about the wait. How many to be seated?" Asked the lady at the counter.

"Seven." Dad answered.

The lady gathered the menus and led us to our table.

"We'll have a waiter with you shortly." She said and left shortly after.

"I see someone wanted somewhere 'high-up' for his birthday." Juyeon joked.

"This is a nice restaurant, Dad!" Cheered Naeun.

"Well I wanted somewhere nice to celebrate with my wonderful family." Dad smiled.

"Hi! I'm Jaehyun and I'll be your wai- (M/n! You didn't tell me you were gonna be here." Jaehyun said.

"(M/n), do you know him?" Mom asked me.

"Yeah, he's a friend." I lied.

I could see the smile on his face fade into one of defeat.

"Anyways, I'll be getting your drinks before I go on my lunch break." Jaehyun said and pulled out his notepad.

We each ordered our drinks and I couldn't even look Jaehyun in the eyes.

"I'll get your drinks out as soon as possible." He said before turning around.

"Wait, Jaehyun was it?" Dad called him down.

"Yes sir?" He responded.

"You said you were going on your lunch break soon. So why not join us?" Dad told Jaehyun.

"Are you sure?" Jae asked with a dumbfounded expression.

"Of course! Any friend of my kids is welcome." Dad cheered.

"Well thank you. I'll get your drinks and be right back." He said and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.

"Hey (M/n). Your friend's cute." Songyee whispered.

"Well he's off-limits." I whispered back.

She sat back and pouted and then continued to look over the menu.

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Jaehyun came back with our drinks and was out of his uniform in favor of a loose black shirt.

"Thank you again for welcoming me." He said as he took his seat next to me.

"Anytime Jaehyun." Mom said with a smile.

I felt Jaehyun's hand slowly attempt to intertwine our fingers underneath the table, but I swatted him away. He responded by looking at me with puppy eyes as I ignored him to straighten my posture.

"(M/n), why don't you ever invite Jaehyun over?" Mom asked me.

"I wonder the same thing." Jaehyun said under his breath.

I elbowed him in the ribs and then turned my attention back to my parents.

"He's usually busy with school or work, so there's never been a good time." I said.

My mom nodded as her attention was taken by the new waiter.

"Is everyone ready to order?" He asked.

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The dinner was fun and lighthearted, except for me and Jaehyun.

He would try to make conversation with me, but I would simply ignore him or give simple answers.

I could tell he was getting frustrated by the way his grip on his cup was getting tighter, to the point where his knuckles were beginning to turn pale. The tip of his ears turned bright red, and for a second I thought I could see steam coming from his ears.

But somehow, he was still able to keep a smile and make conversation with my family.

I'm pretty sure they began to sense the tension as they would give us these looks of concern.

"I need to use the restroom." I said and left the table in a hurry. I knew he was following me based off the frustrated, heavy footsteps trailing behind me.

As soon as I entered the bathroom I was pinned against the wall.

"Jae! What are yo-!" I couldn't even finish my sentence before Jaehyun's lips met mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and tangled my hands into his hair as he forced his tongue into my mouth.

"Why have you been ignoring me (M/n)?" He asked in a deep, husky tone.

I didn't answer him and instead tried to grind into him to give friction to my aching cock.

"Answer me." He growled and gripped my hips.

"Because I don't know what my dad would do if he knew I was with a guy!" I exclaimed.

He slowly trailed his hand to toy with my cock through my jeans.

"You could've just told me that instead of ignoring me. I felt hurt (M/n)." Jaehyun said as he moved his hand up and down in a slow rhythm.

"I'm sorry Jae-!" I whined when he slipped his hand inside of my pants.

We both kept quiet as Jaehyun continued to work on giving me a handjob. His movements getting progressively louder as more pre-cum leaked from my slit.

Without warning, he turned me around and pinned me against the wall.

"Such a bad boy for ignoring me. You deserve to be punished." Jaehyun whispered which sent chills down my spine.

He gave my ass a hard slap which caused me to yelp in pain.

"Shh! We're still in a public bathroom, remember? Unless you wanna be seen getting absolutely wrecked." He smirked as he lowered my pants and boxers to my knees.

"But you'd probably love that you fucking slut." He growled and spit on my hole.

"J-jae, isn't this your l-lunchbreak?" I asked.

"Don't worry baby. I already found what I want to eat." He inserted a finger into me as he continued to give me a handjob.

"Does that feel good?" Jaehyun asked after he inserted another finger.

I nodded furiously as I whined out an incoherent answer.

"Use words whore." He demanded.

"Y-you're so fu-fucking good, Jae." I moaned as he added a third finger.

"Good boy." He complemented and pulled out his fingers.

I whined in frustration to being empty and Jaehyun smirked at this.

"Calm down sweetheart. I'll get to the main course." He immeadiatly began to lick and kiss around and on my hole.

Jaehyun then slowly began to lick and bite before savagely eating me out my hole as if he had been starved for years.

I digged my fingers into the palm of my hand due to being overwhelmed by the pure ecstasy that is Jaehyun's tongue.

All throughout this, he never stopped giving me a handjob, and I could feel myself reaching my climax.

"Jaehyun~, I'm gon-na bust!" I moaned out.

"Cum baby." He said and then continued to ravage my hole with his tongue.

After a few seconds I came all over his hand and some even managed to land on the wall.

Jaehyun brought his hand to his mouth before licking up my cum.

He smeared the leftovers on my hole before licking it up.

He grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up his hand, my dick, and the cum that landed on the wall. He pulled up my pants before I collapsed into his arms.

"We should get back to dinner." I said, but Jaehyun instead roughly placed me on the counter.

"We're not done here yet baby. We're not leaving until I cum. So be prepared to ride this dick like a pretty slut." He whispered into my ear.

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"They've been gone for a while don't you think?" (M/n)'s mom commented.

Their food had arrived 30 minutes and they were prepared for dessert.

"Ju, go check on your younger brother." His dad said as Juyeon headed towards the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom and was met with...

"Jae, faster, faster, fuck-!" (M/n) moaned.

"(M/n), you're so fucking tight! Take this cock like a good little slut!" Jaehyun growled to the boy pinned underneath him.

"Ahem!" Juyeon coughed.

Both boys looked in shock at the person standing in front of them.

"Am I interrupting something?"

[drwcn]

NEW!

《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 11 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj

Other snippets and storyboards can be found on [Master List]

Lan Wangji knew his Uncle and the imperial court and the elders of the royal family were never going to be okay with him making Wei Wuxian one of his concubines. The servant status is one thing, but that's not the crux of the issue. The issue is that there's already a rumour circulating about how WWX is a wily fox whose sole purpose in life is to seduce and befuddle the prince. Xue Yang: quite a reputation you've cultivated for yourself. WWX: *kuzo's meme*.........ah yes, everything is all coming together now.

Lan Wangji is a smart boy though. He knows how to get what he wants. As Wei Ying inched towards full recovery from his whipping, the autumn hunt is upon them.

The autumn hunt in the royal hunts ground was a competition. Anyone invited could compete if they chose to, and of Lan Wangji's household, Jin Ziyan, Luo Qingyang and himself were in attendance. Mianmian, being his concubine and a woman, had two escorts/chaperones accompanying her for propriety, but flashed him dazzling smiles of gratitude upon her horse.

"I'm very grateful, dianxia, for your allowing this indulgence." "Of course," replied Lan Wangji from his saddle. "My Luo-furen should have what she wants." "Dianxia, ce-wangfu." Qin Su approached them and curtsied in proper form. "I wish you all best of luck in the hunt." Then to Mianmian, she said quietly, "Be careful, Qingyang." Jin Ziyan paid the two women no mind, but Lan Wangji saw the hand Qin Su had clandestinely wrapped around one of Mianmian's booted ankles. Oh...well, this is certainly a positive development.

The rest of the noble women not participating in the hunt rested in their tented pavilions, with Meng Yao as their hostess. They drank tea and ate sweets and enjoyed their free time to themselves. Meng Yao noted Wei Wuxian's absence from Jiang Yanli's side, as did several other noble women, but Jiang Yanli only smiled and said, "A-Xian has been living at my father's manor for several years and is an excellent marksman. Dianxia thought it a waste if he were kept from participating."

The truth of the matter is like this: when Wei Wuxian cheated and lied his way into Jiang-fu, he'd told Jiang Fengmian and his family that he'd lived most of his life by the charity of a hunter's family, and so had trained to hunt game in the wild. After the hunter's family died of some infectious illness that plagued the region, Wei Wuxian had supposed made his way into the city and found employment as a shop boy. He couldn't reveal that he'd been trained in martial arts, but there is no need to hide his skill as an archer. At first, it was so he could use archery as a common interest to get close to Jiang Fengmian's son Jiang Cheng, but Wei Wuxian soon realized that it could also be used as a way for Lan Wangji to cultivate further interest.

"Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian stroked the snout of Lan Wangji's beloved ferghana horse and grinned. "You really want me to ride him?" "Mn." "You...won't be mad then, if I win?" Wei Wuxian's grin turned slightly wicked. "If I beat you?" Lan Wangji's brow twitched with interest, "Not at all. That's rather what I'm counting on." "Yeah? And why is that?" "Because while I can claim victory with the sword -" "- Very modest, you." Wei Wuxian teased, grinning, which earned him a subtle little glare. "- amongst my cousins, my marksmanship is not unrivalled. You may have a greater chance of winning with him. Huangxiong promised that whoever wins today's hunt will be granted one wish." A wish? Wei Wuxian mulled over this information. His own mission turned and circled in his mind. If I could but gain access to... ... Of course, Wei Wuxian glanced at the prince and the saw the light in his eyes. Lan Wangji is probably thinking of something entirely different.

And so it was inevitable that went the count of the hunt came in, Wei Wuxian's name was at the top. Lan Qiren's little mustache just about flew off his face the way he scrunched it up in displeasure.

Gentries, nobles, dukes and princes watched with envy and shock as a servant came forth to accept the Emperor's reward.

"Jiang-xiong," Nie Huaisang leaned close to Jiang Cheng while they watched from the sidelines as Wei Wuxian bowed before the Emperor. "Why do you look so smug?" Jiang Cheng played with the end of an arrow with an air of mock innocence, "I don't know what you're talking about?" Nie Huaisang pulled at the leather of his riding attire in discomfort - this was so not his style - and tsked, "I know you, Jiang-xiong, you're not subtle. What did you do?" "I was the one who told Lan Wangi that Wei Wuxian is an excellent archer when I went to visit Hanguang-fu." Nie Huaisang understood instantly, "Oh....oh I see..." "What? Don't judge me! You know what they did to him. String up like some unruly animal and whipped. I never agreed with my mother's plan to send him along with my sister anyway. Wei Wuxian may be lowborn but..." Jiang Cheng scowled. "He's too good for them. For Lan Wangji. He's clearly not going to do right by Wei Wuxian. I won't stand to see a perfectly good man wasted as some prissy prince's concubine instead of being where he could put his real skills to use." "Shhhhh, ancestors, Jiang-xiong, keep your voice down! Words like that are a great dishonor against bixia, you'll lose your head!" Jiang Cheng shrugged.

Xue Yang *at a later times*: so lemme get this straight, you won the Hunt, and then Lan Xichen asked you what you want as reward - WWX - as a good little servant I said "I want for nothing that wangye and Jiang-zhuzi hasn't already provided me" - XY *rolls his eyes* Right. And then Jiang Wanyin came out of nowhere and said - "陛下，魏婴乃微臣之家生子，是前管家魏长泽 的独子， 因幼年时父母过世一直遗留市井。上天庇佑，几年前父亲将他巡回。魏婴为人端正淳厚，虽未上过学堂，但头脑机智。陛下也看到了，他弓发出众， 是。。。如能加强训练，以后必会为我姑苏所用 - " Bixia, Wei Ying is this subject's home-born servant, the only son of our previous head of staff Wei Changze. Due to the unfortunate passing of his parents in his youth, he has been getting by doing odd jobs in the capital. Heavens be willing, Father was able to find him after these many years and brought him home. Wei Ying is kind and righteous; though never have been taught by scholars, he is sharp of mind. As bixia has seen, he is a great marksmanship, is ... If he could be granted proper training, he would be a great asset for Gusu in the future. - And what a waste it would be if you were left to twindle away within the confines of a harem. I bet Lan Wangji just loved that. The balls on Jiang Wangyin - I do love his style. WWX You're the only one. Jiang-shushu just about had a heart attack when Jiang Cheng dissed Lan Wangji in public. Madam Yu nearly popped a vein too. XY: Yeah well, he's got a point. You may be Jiang Yanli's companion, but you're not Lan Wangji's concubine, you're just a servant with a skill. Honestly why shouldn't they put you to better use than waiting to maybe spread your legs for a prince who might just as easily toss you aside after the newness fades. WWX *slaps him up the head* Rascal! I'm your shixiong. Don't be so rude. Anyways, Lan Zhan, he - he was willing to let me go. I think he loves me you know - XY: He what now - WWX: He said - Lan Wangji came to kneel beside Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin and bowed to his royal brother, "Huangxiong, Wei Ying is the peijia of my Jiang-furen, a servant of my manor. I... I long knew he is an excellent marksman and should have submitted his candidacy for the ranks but -" Lan Wangji looked at him then, eyes huge with something unreadable. "Jiang-xiao-jiangjun is right. Wei Ying is good, his mind is bright. He would be more suited to militia than...than within the walls of the inner court." "Wangye, have you....have you grown tired of Wei Ying -" "Wei Ying, no -" XY: Oh barf. So please tell me you chose to go to bingbu (ministry of war). WWX: Going to bingbu was never the assignment. If yifu wanted me in the ministry of war, I would've infiltrated them from the start. I refused. And it had the intended effect. "No?" Lan Xichen leaned forward curiously. "Joining the ranks will elevate your rank to that of a subject of the imperial government, and if you are truly as skilled and talented as my brother and Jiang-xiao-jiangjun say, you may rise yet to stand in my court as an officer of the imperial military. You will have your own commission, your own manor, marry, have children - all things which will be forbidden to you if you remain as you are now. As you are male, you cannot provide for Hanguang-fu any offspring, and your low-born status has precluded you from the position of consort or even vice-consort. Have you considered your options carefully? " "I understand bixia, and my decision is made. Nothing would please me more than to stay by wangye's side. I regret nothing." XY: >_> And A this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact you're increasingly horny for Lan Wangji? WWX: Of course not. Because of Lan Qiren, I couldn't advance in Hanguang-fu. But now that Lan Xichen had given me his royal decree, I am Lan Wangji's sanctioned mianshou. XY: *insert eye emoji* So...y'all fucked? WWX *wistful, thinking about the night he spent at the autumn palace after the hunt* : We did, you pervert. Ya happy now? *WWX sighed* But I know who we are and what I must do. Yifu needs me by Lan Wangji's side, for what reasons I do not yet know. No matter how he and I are now... one day it will

all end. XY: *stares into the camera like he's on the office*

Note: yifu = Wen Ruohan, WWX's adoptive father.

[little-fairy-forest]

hey i saw your asks were open? ignore if they aren’t or if you’re not comfortable with this but....

how would Aged Up!Bakugou react to their s/o having to take care of their really young nephew or niece and bakugou comes home to them being motherly and taking care of the little kid😳😳

if you aren’t comfortable with this you can ignore this request but i’m excited to see what you think!

Wow what a username-

🍀 Hello! Yes my asks are always open ♡

I was thinking as well how would Bakugou react to smaller children, I mean he seems okay with them from the anime but I have a feeling his short fuse might make it hard

Bakugou reacting to his s/o being motherly

F/n = first name, extreme fluff, domestic

Bakugou hasn't come across many children by choice, may it be at a family gathering or his own colleagues bringing in their newborns to show to the office

He doesn't mind when children come up to him and ask for an autograph, that's easy. Smile. Hug. Autograph. Done

But when you mentioned you chose willingly to mind a young child, your nephew however. He was sceptical

Bakugou parked his car outside your shared apartment. He picked up some small bits for dinner that evening aswell as some Mochi ice cream to enjoy later. As he opened the door he could hear silence. Weren't you meant to be minding some shit stain?

"Babe? I'm home" Katsuki kicked off his shoes and exchanged them for slippers, dynamight slippers, and made his way into the small kitchen. As he placed his keys down and the small bag full of ingredients he noticed small toys littered the sitting room and couch.

Specifically a Red Riot Lego set half built, a Deku action figure and Creati play dough.

"Who the fuck brings so much crap to someone's house, I swear the ever loving fuck if that play dough got on the rug-" "Katsuki were in here!" As katuski's rant is paused for the time being, he makes his way into the guest room, he see's you and your nephew on the bed as you brush through his wet hair. "Hi..uh what's your name again?" "Katsuki!" "What I can't remember all your families names theres too many" katsuki says in defence. "Its f/n" your nephew says as he whines at you tugging on his hair "hey hey I'm almost done, after that can you go get comfy into your new pyjamas for me?" You say as you finish drying his hair.

"Katsuki can go grab f/n pyjamas from the bathroom I left them in there" you say as you put the dirty towel into the laundry bin "sure"" katsuki says as he makes his way into the bathroom, he sees the last of the bubbles from the clearly fun bath time left over. He grabs the dinosaur themed pyjamas as he steps on a floppy bath toy "ah what the fu-" "katsuki" y/n says with a tone that katsuki now knows he is to behave "what?! Theres shit everywhere-" "don't curse confront on f/n he will copy you!" y/n says as she takes the pyjamas and sets them out for f/n.

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Katsuki is finishing up on cooking dinner, as he looks over at you and your nephew cuddled up on the couch as you read him a story from the bookshelf. As Katsuki watches how you speak in a calm tone as you brush your fingers through f/n's hair. He realises how your demeanor changed from not only 20 minutes prior in the bathroom. How did you go from threatening girlfriend to now soothing mother-

Mother

It hit him. Your acting like a motherly figure to the little boy. A small cry takes Katsuki out of his train of thought as he looks at your nephew about to cry as he shows you his paper cut on his finger "oh no! Let me go get a plaster, I'll he right back" you say as you go grab a 'magic plaster' .

"Would you like a glow in the dark Chargebolt one or a scratch n sniff Dynamight one?" "Dynamight!" "Hold on since when did I have scratch n sniff plasters?! and what the fuc- Fudge! Fudge does it smell like?!" Katsuki managed to save himself from cursing, but seriously who makes scratch n sniff plasters?

"It smells like caramel" f/n says as he watches y/n place the plaster on his finger. Y/n kisses it better . "Is it okay now?" "Yeah" f/n says as he makes his way over to the table waiting for dinner. "He's so cute" y/n says as she plates up the dinner "yeah yeah he's no brat for sure" katsuki peers over to see f/n is sitting quietly as he scratches his plaster and then sniffs it after "jesus might need to check with my merch management to see if we have anymore weird shit-" katsuki mumbles as he sits down to eat

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Time passes as you all start to get ready for bed. You have a quick shower as f/n finishes watching the show on the tv. Katsuki is finishing up emails.

As y/n tucks f/n into the spare bed she starts to read him a story. She whispers so if he is to fall asleep during the book she won't wake him.

Katsuki gets suspicious as he hasn't heard anything in a while coming from the guest room. He makes his way over incase he wakes f/n. Katsuki peeps his head into the room to only see y/n fast asleep with f/n cuddled up to her side as the book long forgotten on the bed. Katsuki has a clouded look in his eyes as many thoughts are running through is mind

'She's so good with kids, no hassle at all'

'She's so gentle and caring, almost doting to the little guy'

'Will she be like that for our kids-'

Katsuki snaps out of his bubble...your kids? Like mini Katsuki's and mini y/n's running around? Would you like that? Because Katsuki is deffiently on board now

He wonders how long till that page of your journey together arrives.

Holy shit that was so fluffy and cutesy~

But for now, he is happy with how the love story between katsuki and y/n is going so far

Honestly love Bakugou being all fluffy <3

Anyway Requests are always open!

Thank you for reading :)

[seostudios]

mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

[221bshrlocked]

That picture, I'm-Javier staring at you like that while you're reviewing his paperwork or something. And giving him a hard time is fun. 😏😏 "You gonna keep staring, Pena?? You could at least make it worth my while. The desk is made of metal so it shouldn't break."

yall are horny and you’re making me even hornier and I’m over here working on my next angsty/smutty Mando fic and you’re breaking my train of thoughts and now I have to write something with this because ughhhh

Looking at the clock behind you, you sighed heavily before rubbing your eyes and shutting the folder in your hands before standing up and shoving as many papers in your bag as possible. Just as you were about to call it a night, you heard three knocks at your door and instantly knew who was probably staying as late as you.

“Jesus Christ, come in Peña.” You threw your bag on the desk and walked around to your chair, sighing heavily and sitting down just as Javier entered your office.

He took one look at the expression you were throwing him and realized you were probably just planning on leaving.

“You have a minute?” You almost broke the staring contest to smile at how oddly nervous he was being. “I'm tired as fuck and there’s a bath waiting for me at home but I’m pretty sure I don’t have a choice.” You leaned forward on your desk and motioned for him to give you the papers in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at your obvious irritation but chose to not say anything, walking towards you and setting the paperwork in front of you just as he took a seat.

“So, who are you playing hero with this time Javi?” The question was meant to be a joke but when you looked up and saw him lighting a cigarette, you knew this was probably more serious than he was letting on. “Right.” You bit your lower lip as your eyes read through his shitty handwriting, skipping a few lines when you realized it was the usual shit he hands you when he needed a quick signature.

As the room was filled with smoke and the familiar scent of cigarettes, you couldn’t help but notice from your peripheral vision the way he was staring at you while rubbing his palms together. So it was one of those nights then.

“You gonna keep staring, Peña?” You said as you put the paperwork down and took the pen out of your breast pocket, quickly signing the first few pages before moving on to the next batch of stapled papers. You were sure that if you looked up at him, you would probably see the usual look he was throwing at you when no one was looking, a mixture of intrigue, anger, and lust.

“You could at least make it worth my while. The desk is made of metal so it shouldn't break.” You broke and snorted at your own comment, signing the last few lines and putting the dates on them before putting them back in order and carefully placing them in the folder. Just as you were about to hand them back to him, Javier was standing up and putting out the cigarette in the ashtray on the edge of your desk, the one he didn’t know you put there specifically for him because of how often he came into your office. Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, Javier was kicked your chair to the side and grabbing your upper arm, aggressively pulling you up and throwing you against the wall. 

“Javi wait, the door-” You dug your nails into his neck, knowing that there was no reason to pass between the two of you once you started down this road.

“There’s no one here hermosa, just you and me.” He leaned down and took your lips in a heated kiss, stealing the oxygen out of your lungs as he trailed his hands down your body before bunching up the pencil skirt until it revealed to him your panties.

“Oh fuck, Javi..I want you so badly baby please.” You threw your head back and felt his lips suck on your neck as he shoved his hands in between your thighs, smiling when he swore against your skin as he felt how soaked you were for him.

“Always so fucking wet for me...you’re killing me baby.” He removed his hand and chuckled when you whined at the loss, roughly taking off his leather jacket as you made quick work of his belt and pants. You barely shoved his jeans down his thighs before cupping him against his boxers, finding him as hard as the gun you loved to see him using during training and in the field.

“Come on querida, I’ve wanted to fuck all day long. Barely got any work done baby.” Javier cornered you between his arms, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he felt your warm hands push his boxers down and wrap around his cock. You quickly spat on the palm of your hand before rubbing the head of his dick, smiling when you saw him shut his eyes and bite down hard on his lip.

“Oh yeah, what got you all hot and bothered Agent?”

“Ah fuck...fuck, shit your- your fucking ass sweetheart...it’s a goddamn sin in this skirt. And the way you fix your hair when you’re focusing on something ahh chingada madre.” You could feel him falling apart under you and found it intoxicating to know that you were the one that made him lose control, not his informants, not the other dalliances, you.

“Oh you kiss your mother with that mouth Peña?” You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your lips and Javier took the few seconds of distraction to grab your ass and pull you up until you wrapped your legs around him.

“Fucking shit baby,” holding you up against the wall, Javier reached in between the two of you and grabbed his dick, rubbing it against your wet slit before inching slowly into your cunt until he bottomed out.

“Don’t even get me started on how fucking perfect this cunt is...so wet and tight and sweet. Goddamn...how are you always so tight for me baby?” He leaned forward and swallowed your moans, not bothering to give you a few seconds to adjust to him and immediately thrusting in and out of you as if your life depended on it. You pulled on his hair and sucked on his tongue, crying out against him as you felt his cock hit that deep, spongy spot inside of you.

“Ah gahd, not- not to stroke your ego any further but....you’re just fucking huge Javi. Shit, that’s it, right there...always filling me up so good baby.”

“Jesus fucking Christ...you’re squeezing the shit out of me hermosa.” He licked wherever he could, occasionally sucking on the skin just beneath your cross necklace before returning his attention to your lips. You found it oddly sexy, the way he made such a simple act feel so dirty. As you continued to worship his lips, Javi reached between the two of you once more and pinched your clit, laughing devilishly at you when he felt you clench harder around him.

“Come on Javi, cum for me. Let me go home with your cum dripping down my thighs...wanna feel you for days baby- oh god, oh fuck, yes yes right there...right fu-fucking there J-Javi!” You bit down hard on his shoulder, feeling embarrassed at how quickly he managed to bring you to the edge. He didn’t let up, continuing his assault on the hard nub until he felt you violently squeezing him.

“Fucking hell...shit shit I’m- c-cuming-” Javi thrust into you harder than he intended, and you molded your lips with his one last time as he came inside you, filling you up and continuing to buck his hips against you to push his cum deeper inside you.

You stayed in silence for a bit, the only sounds in the room your heavy breathing and Javi leaving kisses down your throat.

“That was-” He began to speak but you cut him off, pulling on his hair and leaning down to kiss his jaw.

“Much needed.” You finished the sentiment and tapped twice on his back so he could let you down. Javier could barely carry his weight, and let out a deep breath as he continued to feel the after-effects of the mind-blowing release. You didn’t bother to hide from him, instantly supporting your weight on the chair before forcing yourself to fix your blouse and skirt. Javier tucked himself back into his pants and combed his hair back before grabbing his leather jacket and throwing it on your shoulders.

“Aren’t you a gentleman...” You smiled when you saw the familiar furrowed eyebrows make an appearance, shaking your head as you grabbed your keys and your bag before walking to the door. Javier was behind you in an instant, taking the folder along with him as the two of you made your way out of the building.

“Where’s your car?” He asked, already lighting another cigarette and tapping his feet as he waited for you to put your hands through his jacket.

“I walked today.”

“Get in the car then,” he didn’t give you a chance to decide, the hand on your lower back letting you know how this night was probably going to go. He pushed you into the passenger seat and slammed the door harder than necessary before walking around and getting in the driver’s seat.

“Don’t be a tease Peña, if you’re looking for an excuse to fuck me again, then be a man and just tell me.” You weren’t sure why you were purposely provoking him and you knew the exact moment you’d made a mistake because Javier was shoving his hand in between your thighs and swiping two fingers against the mess between your legs before growling and shoving those same digits down your throat.

“If you wanted to get fucked like a common whore querida, you could have just said so.” His words left you breathless and you chose to shut your mouth the entire ride back because if his driving was any indication, then you were sure you were going to forget what year it was by the time he was done with you tonight.

[crystalirises]

Until We Meet Again

5undy my beloved :DDD.

But ye... have this 5undy fic :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/74307849

“This is so stupid.” Fundy’s hands trembled as he looked down at the letter, tears beading at the corner of his eyes as he reread every word that was hastily scribbled onto the parchment. 5up regarded him from across the room, frozen in his seat as he watched Fundy’s smile crumble into a frown. Crumb looked up from where she laid, tilting her head as Fundy suddenly threw the letter onto the table, stricken with a pain that they’d only ever seen when Fundy’s mother - Sally - had passed away. He moved to the other side of the room, curling up into the corner as he buried his face in his hands. “Why now? Why does he want me now? It’s not… It’s not fair!”

He could hear the soft shuffle of footsteps as 5up or perhaps Crumb moved closer, the crinkle of paper making his ears twitch in irritation. After a few seconds, an arm snaked around his shoulder, pulling him into a semi-hug. Fundy threw his arms around them, crying and shaking as 5up began to run a hand up and down his back. The plant hybrid was whispering words of reassurance, of understanding if Fundy really had to leave. Fundy shook his head, whimpering at the thought of leaving 5up and Crumb by themselves to survive in a horrible wasteland. Ever since Fundy’s mother passed away, the three kids had to strive for everyday survival. “Hey… it’s not that bad. He probably wants to see you again. How long has it been? Five? Six? Seven一”

“Eight. He left mom and me eight years ago.” Fundy sniffed, pulling away long enough to wipe away his tears with the back of his hand. 5up nodded, the leaf that grew from the top of his head casted low despite the sweet smile that was on his face. Fundy curled closer to his best friend’s side, miserable even as Crumb moved to sit by his left, placing her head against his shoulder. Fundy wasn’t sure if he could ever leave them. How could he just leave the only home he’s ever known? He bit the inside of his cheek, wishing his dad had just forgotten he even existed. “I don’t want to go. He’s probably old and mean now. And leaving means I won’t see you two again!”

“He’s your dad, isn’t he?” Crumb had moved from leaning against his side to lying her head on his lap, sleepy despite the naps she usually liked to take. “Don’t you want to see him again?”

“No! He left. He shouldn’t want to see me again.” Fundy huffed, wishing he could just tear that letter into two or burn it or-or-or something. “He didn’t even ask if I wanted to go with him.”

“...he misses you, I think.” 5up’s gaze was downcast, his legs kicking at the air as he looked at anywhere but Fundy. “I bet he just wants to take care of you, like a real dad is supposed to do.”

“But why now?! He didn’t care before, why does he think he can take me with him without even asking me if I want to go with him!” Fundy buried his face in his hands once more, the tears freely flowing past his cheeks as both Crumb and 5up tried to calm him down. He didn’t want to go! It wasn’t fair! It just wasn’t fair! “He wants me to leave both of you and I know he’s not gonna take you because he only wants me but I don’t want to leave you two! You’re my family! Why does he think he has the right to take me away from the two of you?! It’s not fair! It’s not fair! I don’t want him to take me away. Don’t let him take me away! I don’t want to go!” Fundy screamed and screamed, stomping at the ground with every shout he made. 5up and Crumb didn’t flinch, all of them having had to deal with each other’s tantrums in the past few years.

“We can’t do anything, Funds.” Crumb murmured, hugging him tightly as she tried to keep from crying herself. Fundy hugged her back, pulling 5up with him as they all held onto each other tightly. Fundy knew it was stupid to cry and scream, it wasn’t like they could do anything. His dad would probably just pick Fundy and up leave, mom did say his dad was very tall. Fundy wrapped his tail around his waist, his ears pressed to the top of his head as he tried to keep his focus on his two best friends. He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t have a choice. “What if… what if we give you something to remember us? Something so cool that you’ll never forget us!”

“Bracelet! We could do a bracelet!” 5up moved away from the group hug, making his way towards the chest they had tucked away into the corner, pulling out every scrap of metal they had scavenged from their time of stealing and mining. Crumb grinned, pulling Fundy along with her as they helped 5up find something that looked like it could be a bracelet. They eventually found a bit of metal wire, Crumb bending it until it looked somewhat like a circle, despite the odd bumps here and there. She handed it to 5up who - the moment he touched it - began to summon vines to form around the metal, small white, orange, and white with patches of orange flowers began to bloom from the plant. 5up gave it to Fundy who held it close to his chest, mindful of not accidentally squishing the flowers. After a few seconds of trying, he finally got it into his arm. “There. Now you can’t forget us! You can look at that and think about me and Crumb!”

“Thanks, guys.” He held his right wrist close to his chest, tracing the soft petals with his fingertips as he tried to remember this moment. Fundy looked up, forcing a smile to his face as he watched Crumb toss everything back inside the chest. He looked over to 5up, freezing as caught the glimpse of sadness dancing in his best friend’s bright pink eyes. 5up jumped as he realized Fundy was looking at him, tilting his head and giving Fundy a small laugh. Fundy frowns at the odd display, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking anything. “I’ll miss you both so much… and... I promise I’m going to write to you guys every day until I get back! I swear it!”

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Fundy sat curled against the crumbling foundation of what was once the house he and his mom had lived in. His tail was curled around his waist, a small duffel bag by his side as he folded and unfolded the letter that his dad had sent him. He wished he hadn’t gone back, maybe then he wouldn’t have found the letter among the ruins of the cabin. Fundy wasn’t really sure how mail worked there since his mom didn’t want them to live near the desert village… did the village have a mailman? Well someone had to deliver his dad’s letter. Fundy frowned, wondering why they didn’t just toss it away. Fundy moved away when his mom died and their house chose to collapse.

“What the… Sally!” Fundy’s ears perked up, looking over the remains of what used to be a stone wall. He watched as a man dressed in a blue coat stood at the front of the house, shock dancing in the man’s dark brown eyes as he looked around. Fundy knew who he was. Mom used to have a picture of his dad that she would show him everytime he asked what his dad looked like. His dad looked more tired in person though. “Oh my fucking gods… SALLY! FUNDY! No no no no…”

“Dad…?” He stood up from where he was hiding, wishing he hadn’t done so because as soon as he did, the man had turned his attention towards him. His dad stood there for a moment, a kaleidoscope of emotions flashing through his eyes, blinking profusely as though to make sure Fundy was really there. He stayed where he was, nervous and unsure about this man who was supposed to be his dad but felt more like a stranger than someone who was supposed to be family. As Fundy looked away, the man snapped out of his shock and quickly moved towards him. Fundy squeaked in surprise as he felt himself get lifted, a pair of arms holding onto him tightly as he felt (huh… Fundy was sure it wasn’t supposed to rain today) water drip on top of his head. The man held onto him, murmuring something underneath his breath as he pressed Fundy closer to his chest. Fundy began to squirm, embarrassed and confused by this unknown affection.

“Oh my gods… You’re okay. You’re okay.” He wasn’t sure why the man had begun to shush him, it wasn’t like Fundy was saying anything. The man reached down, still keeping Fundy in his hold as Fundy caught a glimpse of the duffel bag that Crumb and 5up insisted he take with him. “Why didn’t I… why the fu一 How? Why? Where’s… Hey, champ. Can I ask where your mom went and why the house is like this? Oh my gods, why are you so dirty? How long have you been alone?”

“Wasn’t alone… Mom died four years ago… I think.” The man looked grief-stricken, his hold tightening even more that Fundy was scared he wouldn’t be able to breathe. Fundy began to play with his bracelet, “House got set on fire… mom… mama didn’t make it out. I miss mama…”

Fundy kept his tears to himself, refusing to show any form of weakness to this stranger who was going to steal him away from 5up and Crumb. As if to prove his point, the man began to stagger away from the house, Fundy still in his arms as his dad turned on his heel and began to walk away. He growled beneath his breath, irritated that he wasn’t being put down. He was perfectly capable of walking! He struggled in the man’s arms, pushing and shoving, but his dad continued to hold onto him. His dad began to coo, pressing a hand at the top of his head as though to comfort him. Fundy wondered if he’d be abandoned if he decided to just bite. As he came to a decision, he felt the man pet at his ears, scratching behind them that Fundy couldn’t help but relax into the hold. He blinked, eyelids feeling heavy as the man continued to pet his ears. Why was he so sleepy? He felt himself yawn, eliciting an ‘aww’ from his dad as they kept on moving.

“I shouldn’t have left for so long. Gods know what you had to endure. But don’t worry, papa’s here now. And I’m sure Sally would prefer it this way.” Fundy curled against his dad’s chest, too tired to process what the man was saying. “She’d want me to raise you in L’Manburg instead of leaving you here… Gods, I should have been there. Why wasn’t I there to protect both of you?”

He could feel his dad’s hand shaking as he pauses in petting his ears, only continuing once Fundy began to whine. “I should have been there... I should have been there… why wasn’t I?”

Fundy huffed, closing his eyes as he kept his right wrist tucked near his chest, the groove of the bracelet reminding him of the home he was leaving behind. He wasn’t sure where his dad was taking him, knowing only that his mom said that his dad lived in a very very bad place. Fundy didn’t want to go with his dad if that was the case. He wanted to be with 5up and Crumb!

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, my little champion. I won’t leave you again, I promise.”

---

Fundy stared down at the piles and piles of unread letters, guilt washing away the pain and hysterics he had fallen into a few hours ago. He collapsed into the chair, burying his face in his hands as he realized what he had done. He’d been so busy these past few years that he forgot.

“Stupid Wilbur and his stupid rules. This… This is his fault for being so overbearing! AHHHH!”

His head thumped against the wooden desk as he ran a hand through his disheveled and blood-stained hair, his claws biting into the scalp and possibly drawing even more blood. After everything, he just couldn’t bring himself to calm down. For the third time, he had watched as his home was destroyed by the people who were supposed to be “family.” He had a fight with Ranboo over fucking sides and people and… Fundy was just so fucking tired. Then the letters… the letters he had kept but never read were bringing back promises that he made to friends he had forgotten. Fundy was a terrible friend, and though a part of it was Wilbur’s fault for refusing to let him send any letters back to Cogchamp, he was still the one who followed his dad’s orders. Like the good little boy that he was supposed to be, he gave up his true family for a man who barely had the right to be his dad. Fundy whimpered, truly and utterly alone for once in his life.

He looked over the top letter, sniffing as he pulled himself back up into a proper sit. After how many years of silence, would anyone even care if Fundy suddenly wrote back? He reached out a hand, freezing before finally settling on picking up the top letter. He looked over at the crudely written handwriting, laughing as he realized that 5up had been the one to write it. Slowly, he opened the letter, scouring through the words that until he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. This was an old letter, one that was sent right after Fundy had left Cogchamp.

‘... Crumb and I found something by the way. I think it’s supposed to be copper? We’re not sure. We might ask some of the villagers about it… and oh! We found this cool red dust thing. It gets everywhere but it lights up sometimes. We’re still trying to figure out how it works. We miss you! And I hope you’re doing good over there in L… L’Manburn (???). Crumb says hi too! Bye!’

He couldn’t help but smile, moving on to the next letters until he found one that was written during the Manburg Era. Fundy shivered, tearing it open before he lost himself in the memories.

‘... Crumb and I have been doing well, still haven’t received word from you in a very long time but I’m sure you’ve been busy. How are you faring with your dad? Did you two make up yet? Well, I’m sure you both did. Cogchamp’s doing great, I’d think you’d like to know. Crumb and I have been putting our skills in redstone and engineering to use, and the villagers have been paying us in food and money. We haven’t had to steal in a few months now! Isn’t that great? Crumb’s planning on saving enough money to get herself a pet and I’ve saved enough to get us both a house. Just thought you should know, so don’t worry about us too much! Bye, Fundy!’

Fundy laughed at that, a part of him relaxing as he realized that they were doing so much better than he ever gave them credit for. He placed the letter aside, eyebrows furrowing as he noticed there were more letters than there really should have been. 5up had to stop sending them at some point. He gave off a nervous laugh, wincing as the sound echoed back at him, further reminding him that in a nation that was once so full of noise and laughter… he was alone. He read through the letters, reaching the final one, surprised to find that the letter was just recently sent.

‘Hey, Fundy! Are you doing alright? Crumb and I are doing well! The city is really coming along and all our inventions are working perfectly. You should really visit sometime! We miss you…’

The letter fell from his hands as tears finally spilled down his cheeks. Even after all this time, they never stopped writing while Fundy never even sent them a single letter. Fundy hugged his hand closer to his chest, the groove of the bracelet reminding him of the promise he had broken.

---

“5! 5! LOOK!” He looked up, his goggles caked in soot as he wiped away the redstone against his already stained brown pants. 5up laughed as Crumb rushed towards him, an envelope in her hands as her tail flicked back and forth. She stopped at the edge of the pit, crouching low enough that 5 could reach up to plush the letter from her hands. He wonders what she was so excited about now… “It’s from FUNDY! He finally wrote back! About time, that silly, stupid fox.”

5up felt his heart hammer in his chest, masking his eagerness with a calm smile as he slowly unfolded the letter open. He blinked, surprised to find an entire story written into the letter (well, pages). Crumb had a smile on her face, but there was concern in her eyes. 5 continued to read on, each paragraph sending him into distress as Fundy recounted everything that’s happened in the past few years. “Oh cogs… what… what horrible and terrible place did Fundy get dragged into?”

“I don’t know but it sounds awful, he shouldn’t be there at all. He should come back here and live with us! And I know he definitely misses you!” 5up coughed as Crumb began to giggle, winking at him as he tried to keep himself from blushing. He could agree with one thing, Fundy needed a better place to heal… maybe he should go back. “Seeeeeee! Fundy should come back!”

“Yeah… only if he wants to…” 5up ignored Crumb as she began to whine, his warm gaze falling back to the letter. A smile played on his lips as he reread the words Fundy had left off.

‘I missed you too.’

---

Fundy nervously paced around the empty plot of field that 5up had told him to find, the suitcase heavy in his hands as he looked at the distance. He wasn’t sure what to feel after everything.

He was scared, nervous, excited, and ready to faint or puke or both, if he was being honest. He stopped, placing the suitcase on the ground as he took a calming shaky breath. This was fine, everything was perfectly fine. 5up told him to find an empty field and send him the coordinates.

Then he heard it. The low whistle of machinery that sent a shiver of surprise down his spine. Fundy glanced up, seeing light smoke appearing in the distance as - what he could only assume was the “locomotive” that 5up had mentioned within his letters - a train made its way through the field. He was ecstatic to see that the train somehow had the capability of adding rails in front of it and removing rails behind it as it moved. Ohhh, he had to know how that thing worked!

Fundy felt his heart skip a beat as the train slowed to a stop in front of him.

He took a shaky breath as the train doors began to open, a familiar silhouette appearing against the warm yellow light that decorated the inside of the train. Fundy felt his breath stutter, eyes blinking in disbelief as a familiar plant hybrid walked down the steps and into the sunlight.

“Fundy…” 5up breathed out.

“5…” Fundy nearly cried.

They didn’t waste a single moment, both of them rushing into the others arms, laughing and smiling. Fundy felt somewhat whole again, not as alone as he had felt in the past few days. He held onto 5up, both of them crying as they held one another. 5up smiled, feeling the familiar groove of a bracelet against his back as Fundy held onto him tightly. After a few moments, they both let go, but their hands were entangled, refusing to truly let go again. Never again.

“Ready to go…?” 5up smiled.

“Ready to go home.”

A sharp whistle cut through the air…

And then they were gone.

Together again, once more.

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[haymaker-mva]

A different choice, a different chance

Part 1/2: Desperada

So I've fucking given up on my “mental health break.” No sleep for the wicked!

This fic’s pretty much, “What if Marinette picked Luka for the snake miraculous first, and what would happen if that led to her realizing that what she was pretty much a stalker?”

Enjoy the fic that my brain spawned and would not let me leave alone!

1 - 2

“W-wow…” Alya stuttered in surprise. “It never hit me that the plans we did messed with others… It just seemed so harmless at the time…”

“That’s the same thought I had. It seemed like just being a schoolgirl with a crush, but I really have gone too far, haven’t I?”

-

Ladybug looked between Adrien Agreste and Luka Couffine. She had one snake miraculous, and two guys to choose from. After casting her luck charm, Ladybug had gone to get backup, telling Adrien and Luka to go hide. She set up Luka’s guitar with the pigeons and escaped. She quickly retrieved the snake miraculous from Master Fu, and went on her way. As she flew back through the city, Ladybug’s mind drifted.

For some strange reason that seemed specifically like a crush, Mainette had chosen Adrien to play with Jagged instead of Luka, who was much more suited for the job. The guilt ate at Marinette, but Ladybug had to get her head in the game.

Ladybug slid into the sewers again, and began calling out to Luka and Adrien. She had to make sure they were safe, and perhaps give one of them the miraculous she currently held if her instincts were leading her the right way.

She heard Luka answer her, and she made her way towards his voice and quickly found them in a normal tunnel. Adrien and Luka were both there, though they seemed quite a bit worried.

Now back to where we were. Ladybug looked between Adrien and Luka. Her heart ached for her to choose Adrien, but her instincts pulled her towards Luka. She was so close to giving Adrien the snake… but then the guilt from Marinette’s earlier mistake smacked her in the brain. Ladybug shook her head to clear her thoughts, and grabbed Adrien’s wrist.

“Luka, go hide around that corner. I have to hide Adrien somewhere else, I’ll be back to make sure you’re safe.”

-

Adrien ran through the sewers with Luka, just trying to get away from the akuma. Every time Adrien tried to lag behind or get lost around a corner, Luka would find him and make sure they weren’t separated. It was nice to have a friend that cared so much, but Adrien needed to become Chat Noir, and Luka was making it ten times harder!

After Kwami knows how long of this, Ladybug found them again thanks to Luka’s loud voice. Adrien could tell what this was; Ladybug went to get backup. He knew his partner. A tiny war waged in his head. On one hand, being chosen by Ladybug would be great. But on the other hand, Adrien was Chat Noir, and being chosen would not be so great.

So when Ladybug pulled him aside, his heart both sank and soared. His Lady truste him outside of the mask too…! But he needed to be Chat Noir…

Ladybug pulled them into a locker room, and paused to catch her breath. She opened a locker, and motioned for him to get inside.

What?

Ladybug wasn’t choosing him? So what was she doing? Noticing the confusion on Adrien’s face, Ladybug elaborated.

“I needed to spit you two up to make it harder for Desperada to get you both in one go. I also need to find that dang cat, and find some backup,” Ladybug griped. She collected herself and let out a breath. “Anyway, go hide and only come out when you see the ladybugs.” Ladybug waved and ran out of the locker room, shutting the door behind her and leaving Adrien conflicted.

Was it good or bad that Ladybug didn’t give his alter ego another miraculous?

-

Soon the fight was over and the miraculous ladybug was cast, and everything was back to normal. Well, not exactly. Seeds of doubt had been planted in Marinette’s head…

-

As Marinette sat on her bed after the fight, she replayed a lot of scenes in her head. All of them about Adrien. All the times she messed something up, hurt someone, or sacrificed something because of him,in one way or another. There were too many times. Heck, it happened just that day with Luka and playing with Jagged!

Marinette’s mind flashed back to the day that Manon got akumatized into Puppeteer the second time. Adrien had specifically mentioned loving another girl, as well as indirectly and almost actually rejecting her.

All of a sudden, she felt stupid.

He never loved her, and she didn’t want to hurt yet another person, especially him, trying to obtain Adrien’s affections. Marinette frowned sadly. She really had hurt so many people. Granted, she always apologized and fixed things. Take Kagami for example! They got orange juice together pretty much every week. But that didn’t change the fact that she had still hurt people with her stalkerish schemes.

And looking at her wall, she followed the thought that she had also crossed over into stalker territory. Not just her wall, Marinette had even stolen his phone at one point! Gotten his bodyguard in trouble! Invaded his room as Ladybug, and took full advantage of his trust in her. She wasn’t even properly friends with him; she could barely speak a word in his presence!

Marinette facepalmed. How could she ever have dreamed of dating a guy that she couldn’t talk to? She remembered something her mother told her a long time ago, when she had started liking guys.

“Remember, Marinette. Don’t choose the better guy, choose the guy that makes you the better girl. Never go for the one that brings the worst out in you. It’ll only lead to disaster if you can’t control yourself.”

Marinette had never really taken that advice into consideration, because of her short list of crushes. But now it was all she could think of. Why did she even like Adrien? She could barely recall. She told herself it was his personality, the kindness he displayed, the trust he had in others… But that was just his naivety, wasn’t it? She liked him because he was afraid of losing his friends by being anything but polite. Adrien only went after her so that she wouldn’t hate him. Their class was small, of course he wouldn’t want to have any enemies.

Marinette slapped her cheeks. She wouldn’t think bad of Adrien. Even if he was her crush, and she was a bad one herself, he was still her friend.

I think I need to call Alya.

-

“I think I’ve gone too far with Adrien.” Was the first words that rushed out of her mouth. Cringing at the implication, she rephrased. “As in, my crush has gone too far.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where is this coming from?” Alya responded.

“I chose Adrien today. To play guitar. Over Luka, who is literally in a popular band, and would you look at that! Plays a guitar.” Marinette deadpanned, sitting down in her desk chair. “I’ve also conspired with Chloe to ruin Kagami’s dress, stolen his phone, gotten his bodyguard in trouble with a police officer, literally have his schedule mapped out and memorized, and my walls are covered in his face. And that’s just to start.” The words tumbled out of her, and though she knew it was bad, seeing it all out on the table was unsettling. Knowing she had done all that.

She really was a stalker at this point.

“W-wow…” Alya stuttered in surprise. “It never hit me that the plans we did messed with others… It just seemed so harmless at the time…”

“That’s the same thought I had. It seemed like just being a schoolgirl with a crush, but I really have gone too far, haven’t I?” Marinette said, placing the phone in front of her computer, which was displaying Adrien’s face.

She put her face in her hands, elbows resting on the desk.

“I think we’ve all gone too far.” Alya stated, surprising Marinette. “My job as your bestie is to even you out and tell you when it’s time to calm down. But I didn’t even notice.”

“Nonono, Alya it’s not your fault I went crazy.” Marinette told her best friend. It really wasn’t any of her friends' fault. “Let’s move past that though. What now?”

“Huh?”

“What do I do now? I can’t let this keep happening. Something needs to change.”

“Maybe tone down your advances? Get rid of the schedule? This doesn’t mean you have to give up, it just tells us that we need to rethink our strategy” Alya suggested.

“I… I think I have to move on.”

“What?! Why?” Alya exclaimed. Marinette could imagine her face, Alya’s eyes wide and her glasses slightly slipping.

“Face it Al’s, I can’t even talk to him. He loves another girl, and that girl is most likely Kagami. And she and him are possibly dating. I’m still friends with her, I can’t ruin their relationship.” Marinette sighed, her mind conjuring up Kagami and hers’ orange juice meetups. Marinette couldn’t do that to someone she considered a friend. A rival in love would be okay, but Kagami had clearly won over Adrien. So, Marinette had to move on.

“I… It’s just strange to think about you not being in love with Adrien.” Alya puzzled.

“Honestly, I understand the feeling.” Marinette took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair. She snapped forward, “But we’re gonna have to get used to it!” She declared, standing up and bringing her arms up determinately.

From that point forward, she really did.

1 - 2

[j0elmill3r]

Sister Sister - Drabble

Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: You’re visited by a ghost from your past.

Warnings: None I can think of

A/N: This is my Pet Sematary inspired piece! If you haven’t seen the movie, I 100 percent recommend it!

You slammed the front door of your house shut as you kicked you leaned against it, trying to comprehend what had just happened at that damned house. You didn’t want to admit that you had seen a clown fold out of a fridge and appear in front of you. You also didn’t want to admit that your best friends had all split apart. As much as you hated it, you chose Bill’s side. He had been like your brother since you were both 4, you were best friend and you could never choose Richie Tozier over him. 

“Y/N,” You froze as fear paralyzed you and took a grip on you. You looked up and over the stairs to the hatch that was on the ceiling.

Oh no.

Your older sister, Melanie had suffered from Spinal Meningitis, which meant she was horribly disfigured, often scaring you. You remember the day she died so vividly, it haunted you at night, reminding you of your nightmares. 

-

“Please don’t leave me with her!” You cried, crossing your arms defiantly. Your parents sighed as they dragged you upstairs to the ladders up to Melanie’s room.

“Listen, Y/N, this is incredibly important for me and your mother. Now, grow up, you’re eight years old for Christ’s sake,” Your father hissed, watching you as he and your mother disappeared downstairs and out of the house, locking you in with your sister. You let out a deep breath as you climbed up the stairs to Melanie’s room. You hated her, despised her, and you knew that your parents did too. She was eight years older than you, making her 16.

“Y/N,” She called out, looking over at you as you appeared through the hatch. The very sight of your sister’s twisted spine and scarily thin body was enough to make you not sleep for two weeks. You grabbed the bowl that sat on the chestnut dresser in the corner of the attic and walked over to the bed that she would and could never get out of, if she ever did, your parents would kill her on the spot, they didn’t want to admit that they had a freak for a daughter. You kept as much distance from Melanie as possible, remembering you still had to feed your sister. This wasn’t how you wanted to spend your saturday, you wanted to be out with Bill, your next door neighbour and best friend. You spoon fed Melanie, until her neck twisted and she began to choke. Your breathing became heavy as she twisted unnaturally, making a strange gurgling noise in the process. There was nothing you could do, but what you did do was run from her room and downstairs. 

Oh God.

You’re so dead. Everyone’s going to think you murdered your sister, you wanted rid of her, God, you wished and prayed for it. But you didn’t want to be there for it, you didn’t want to be the cause of it. What were you going to do? Your parents weren’t home, and you didn’t exactly know how to work the telephone. 

Fuck.

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On instinct, you climbed up the stairs and towards the attic, pulling the ladders down and going up them. Your breath was shaking, and so was your entire body. You peaked your head up and then heaved your body up, coughing at the sudden dust attack on your lungs, you hadn’t been up here in 5 years, to be honest, you didn’t think anyone had. 

“No, you’re dead,” You said in disbelief at the sight in front of you. Melanie was laying on the bed, the same position you left her in that day. “I saw you die.” You weren’t sure who you were talking to at this point. You screamed as she sat upright, the curves and bent shapes of her spine merely a pattern, no longer proving a bother to her.

“You saw me die, you killed me, Y/N!” Melanie yelled, her voice scratchy and strained. You screamed as she jolted up from the bed and ran at you, her paralysis long forgotten as she grabbed you with both arms, clipping your waist. “Never walk again! Never walk again!” She screamed in your ear like a mantra. Soon enough, Melanie’s bony and skeletal fingers became thicker and glove cladded, and she became what you had all witnessed in Bill’s garage. You screamed again.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You cried, trying your hardest to try and get the clown off of you. “Help!” You yelled. 

“You didn’t help your dearest sister, who’s gonna help you?” The clown taunted you. Before you could do anything else, IT pushed you down the hatch of the attic, leaving you to land on the floor, hitting your head with a resounding thud and knocking you out cold. From outside, Bill had heard you screaming and was climbing through your living room window that was left open. 

“Y/N?!” Bill yelled, his heart thudding when he got no response. He ran up the stairs and ran straight to your unconscious form. “Y/N, c-come on, wa-wake u-p,” Bill said, shaking you as he pulled you onto his lap. “Y-Y/N, this-this isn’t fu-funny.” Bill shook his head, fearful that you weren’t waking up. 

“Bill?” Your voice was barely audible as you looked up at your best friend, your eyes still half lidded and unable to focus on anything correctly. “How are you in here?” You asked him. Bill laughed and shook his head.

“Y-You ju-st fell from-from your attic and that-that’s your first quest-question?” He asked you with a shake of his head and a fond smile. You smiled at him as he helped you sit up, and eventually stand on your shaky legs. “What ha-happ-happened?” He questioned you.

“I saw her,” You told Bill, whose face scrunched up in confusion. “Melanie, only it wasn’t Melanie.”

“It was I-IT,” Bill told you, now it was time for your face to scrunch up as you turned to your friend.

“What?” You asked him. Bill sighed out and took your hand.

“I-I’m gon-gonna sound cra-crazy,” Bill said. You smiled and shook your head.

“I’ve known you for most of my life, Denbrough, nothing you could tell me sounds crazy anymore,”

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TROUBLE IN STRANGERVILLE

Marquis: "Hey, Pen Pen! What you need me for? Also, why did you magically transport me here?"

Penelope: "Yeah... I need your help, actually."

Marquis: "Oh wow. This place is fucking humid! This place needs a monument for their ignorance. Anyway, what about?"

Penelope: "I was called in do some séance because of some strange possessions that's happening here and well it didn't work. It's so strange. All I got was some weird erratic behavior and something about a mother."

Marquis: "Hmmmm... Is that all that's going on here?"

Penelope: "I went looking around the town and well... look here. These were everywhere and I'm into herbology and what not but I can't seem to identify this plant."

Marquis: "Oh FUCK NO! It managed to find its way here."

Penelope: "What you mean? What is it?"

Marquis: "Long ago on my planet, basically, I was still a child when it happened. A mysterious plant just like these mysteriously came out of no where and started popping out all through out the kingdom. At first we didn't think anything about it, it was just a plant. After a few years or so, a large portion of the population started getting sick and having weird erratic behavior and suddenly talking strange as if they were being controlled by someone. We found out that these plants were sentient and were invading which led to a pandemic worst we ever experienced. A really dark time for the kingdom. My grandfather successfully got rid of it completely but it wiped out a big chunk of the population."

Penelope: "I'm sorry that you went through that. This really is a serious situation I stumbled upon."

Marquis: "We need to get rid of them while they're still time. The plants are not matured. There has to be a source to where these plants are coming from."

Penelope: "Oh wow. Where do we even start?"

Marquis: "What's that?"

Penelope: "Oh, that's like an souvenir slash conspiracy theorist gossip booth. I suggest avoiding him. He might start freaking out about you being an alien."

Marquis: "Don't worry about that. Plus, we need some info about this town."

Few minutes later...

Penelope: "The fu... How did he not clock you for being an alien?"

Marquis: "Well, actually, we have two forms. One is, the green alien you see me as, my true original form and the other..."

Marquis: "... is the form people I have no close intimate contact with, see me as. My other form I chose. You guys were able to see beyond through my disguise ever since I met Maximus. Plus, didn't you think it was weird that people didn't just stop, point at me and panic when an alien appeared?"

Penelope: "Huh. Interesting. I didn't know that. Are you saying that there's aliens among us?"

Marquis: "Well, ever since a crowned Prince decided to settle on Earth, there have been a migration coming here for a better interesting life."

Penelope: "Does Maximus know this? Him being a secret agent and all that?"

Marquis: "Of course but we've kept it as a secret. His agency has kept info like these under tight lock. So, there's that. Anyway, we're here. The guy kept talking about this place."

Penelope: "This place looks deserted and I guess whoever was here left in a rush."

Marquis: "Strange. No guards. It looks fortified. Something must've went wrong here. Wanna go in?"

Penelope: "Might as well."

[justjessame]

Starting Over Chapter 31

“Are you SURE I don’t look fu-” my eyes went wide and I shot Bryn a look of utter horror, but she was happily playing on my bed and ignoring her mother and me at my vanity.  “Ridiculous?”  I finished with a hushed murmur as Connie held in a laugh that I hoped would crack her damn rib.  How dare she saddle me with a goddaughter who not only parroted my potty mouth, but would shake down my ass for cash to fund her fucking swear jar?  Little mafia princess to be, I’m telling you.  

Connie was still working on my first layer, the makeup I’d managed on my own, thank you very much - but she was handling the hair.  And my hair was giving her enough of a battle that she was utilizing every damn trick she’d learned in cosmetology school.  “Hedy Lamarr,” she muttered, eyes on my laptop where the dark haired woman’s photo was blown up to show the curls that she was trying to imitate with my own lighter strands.  “She wasn’t ONLY a bombshell, she was a genius.”  

I smirked, “I know.”  I’d picked her from a few of the famous faces we’d set aside after Bucky and I’d spent more time together, the longer we’d talked and the more I learned about him - his hint of geekiness hidden under a huge layer of sexiness - had made Miss Lamarr the obvious choice in the end.  That and her style seemed simpler.  I had doubts now, as Connie was forcing my non-parted hair into a middle part and then worked my natural waves into actual curls.  “Bucky,” I held back a groan as she tugged at my head, “he’s fascinated with -”

“You,” Connie murmured, her own smirk creeping onto her face.  “And he’s a geek, isn’t he?”  She shook her head when I glanced up.  “What?  Hot guys are into the weirdest stuff, Brooke, they always have been.”  She shrugged.  “Joey likes period dramas more than me and he gets more invested in them,” I raised an eyebrow and she snorted.  “I swear he threw popcorn at the screen and hissed during ‘Pride and Prejudice’ when Elizabeth was acting like she was falling for Wickham.”  I giggled.  “He’s a mess, but he’s MY mess, so I put up with it.”  

“Back to my issue,” I tried to shove the image of Joey Amoruso hissing and spitting at a movie screen with Victorian characters dancing and falling in love far out of my head so I could focus on the problem at hand.  “Am I couldn’t to look stupid?”  

Connie stood back, taking in my hair and makeup, I was wearing my robe over the matching underwear set that I’d ordered to go under the dress that I would put on after I made sure that dinner was ready and waiting for Bucky.  The nylons, with their razor sharp lines were on and perfectly straight, thanks to my best friend, hooked into a garter belt that I wasn’t any more certain of than the rest of the get up that had sounded much better when I first considered the idea.  

“You are going to look so many things, Brookie, but stupid is NOT one of them.”  

Connie and Bryn were long gone by the time Bucky called to tell me he was on his way.  He’d texted during the day, while he was waiting for his appointment with Raynor, when he went in search of boxes for the move, while he contemplated if he wanted to move everything in one go or take trips - not that there was all that much, but he worried about overwhelming any driver.  

By the time I knew he was on his way, I’d ordered our dinner from Romeo’s.  The same thing we’d had our first dinner together.  I set the scene the best I could, with candles around the living room and I had my phone set up to start playing a playlist of the greatest and most romantic songs from when he left in 1943 and when he would have come back in 1945, had everything gone the way they should have.  

I had a decision to make - should I wait downstairs, in the living room or should I wait out of sight upstairs and come down once he was inside?  I wasn’t planning on screaming “surprise” or “boo”, but I did want to have the greatest impact with the least amount of damage - it took me longer than I care to admit to decide.  

His knock, which I answered with a loud “come in” from upstairs, was followed by him opening the door.  I listened as he had help from his driver with his boxes and bags, then once I heard him thank the man and say goodnight, I finally stepped onto the top step.

“Brooke?”  He turned away from the door that he had just closed and locked and looked up, his eyes finding the toes of my heels first, then as if his gaze could scald its way up my body I felt every inch as it rose higher.  

I’d contemplated, when I first thought of this asinine idea, getting a dress like what I imagined Dot had worn to Coney Island.  Something simple and casual.  Then, when I sat with Connie and Mertle I realized that - if I’d been with Bucky when he’d gone off to the unknowns of war and he came home to me safe and sound, I’d want his welcome to be something MORE.  Which is why I chose something less casual, less simple.  A little MORE than what Dot had worn to Coney when he spent all his and Steve’s money trying to win her that bear.  

With that in mind, I’d found a dress that was a bit more form fitting than most - black with a lacy bodice and cap sleeves.  The heels were surprisingly easy to find to match the dress, rounded toes, stacked heel, lacy looking leather.  Bucky’s visual tour was taking forever, and I was feeling more and more self conscious the longer it took.  My makeup, once he made it to my face, was the red lip that was so fashionable then and now, the dramatic eye and of course the soft curls framing it all courtesy of the great Hedy Lamarr.  I swallowed as his eyes finally met mine.  

“Welcome home, Bucky.”  If I doubted how he’d receive my gift, how he’d take seeing me cosplay his past, I soon learned that it was all for naught.  He took the stairs two at a time to reach me, then his arms were wrapped around me, careful of the dress as he stared down at me.  “You approve?”  It came out in a rush of breath, but I wanted to be sure.  

“You did all this for me?”  He was staring at me like he’d never seen me before and I nodded, biting my lip without care for the crimson stain.  “Why?”  It wasn’t a question of how dare I, but why would I think to?  

“Because, Bucky Barnes, I wanted to welcome you home, finally.”  And that seemed to unlock something in him, his smile grew and his lips met mine and I knew that he DEFINITELY approved.  

I managed to get him down to the living room, where we lit all those candles and I started the playlist and found out that James Buchanan Barnes LOVES to dance.  He held me and gave me a masterclass in just how little my dad and all the boys I ever had the misfortune to take a turn around a dance floor with over the years knew about the study.  And he looked at peace.  He looked even happier when our food arrived from Romeo’s, shaking his head when I tried to convince him that we could eat it in the living room.

“In that dress?”  He pulled me into the dining room, where I’d placed more candles and after depositing the boxes with our food, he lit them and held out my chair.  “You look too beautiful to sit on the floor, Brooke.”  

“I could always just take it off,” I offered, as he shot me a look over the open box.  “We don’t have plates, Buck.”  I laughed, getting up to grab some, but he pulled me back down.  

“Brooklyn born and raised,” he was smirking, using my own words against me.  “Did you forget how to eat a slice, already?”  

I shook my head, but sat back and realized that this was our life now.  Playful and silly, but also sexy and hot - wow.  Watching him take a slice, folding it properly, but wait for me to take my own before he took the first bite I thought that we’d made a good choice rushing headfirst into everything.  

Eating Romeo’s pizza over the box by candlelight in our dining room, with the sounds of my 1940s playlist softly playing from the living room Bucky told me about his visit with Raynor.  

“I told her about us,” I bit my lip and his smile grew.  “About moving in with you, well about our plans -” my eyebrow arched and he licked some errant grease and sauce off his lip.  “What?  I had to pack first, so it was still a plan - technically.”  

I shook my head and leaned forward.  “Did you get a gold star?”  This was the most important part, wasn’t it?  My eyes were narrowed, waiting for confirmation.  “Well, Sergeant Barnes?”  

“Raynor is very pleased with my progress, Miss Ashley,” he told me in the most professional voice I’d ever heard him use.  “She thinks that the interpersonal relationship I’m developing with you - the ease in which we seem to be able to communicate with one another and the way we both seem to fit into one another’s life makes her feel that I’m making a real effort to grow as a person.”  His brow had grown furrowed as he continued his speech while my teeth were digging so deeply into my lip that I wondered when I’d taste blood.  “The fact that you and I are even discussion cohabitation is leaps and bounds beyond what she imaged for my progress - especially since I’m not finished -”

I had to stop him, because I was going to crack a rib from the urge to laugh at his tone, or throw something from irritation at his ‘doctor’s’.  “I think I get the gist, Buck.”  His eyes seemed to flash when they zeroed in on mine.  “Let’s put away the leftovers and -”

“And finish welcoming me home?”  He bit his lip and from flashing eyes to darkening, my stomach clenched.  “I think I like that plan, Brooke.”  And I preferred the way his voice had returned to normal, deep and - Bucky. 

[black-streak]

Waiting For The Worms - The Show Must Go On

Part 4

Sooo, this isn't nearly as dark and has very little angst in comparison to the point I'd almost say it isn't? It's pretty much just an update on life in a way. Which is also part of why it took so long for me to write. Like, the struggle was real. Next chapter will go back to your regularly scheduled heartbreak.

Warnings from chapter 1, while mostly inapplicable for this part, still in effect.

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The next year of Jason's life was hectic to say the least.

It started with the downfall of Lila Rossi. Which consequently, he had no part in. She stepped on the wrong toes, made a few too many contradictions and suddenly a pile of lawsuits were stacked against her. Her mother went completely ape shit on her and pulled her out immediately to be shipped off to a very strict boarding school. More like a juvenile detention center if the rumors were true.

For the first month, no one approached him. The guilty, stricken looks upon his classmates' faces told a million stories of apologetic remorse, but since becoming a jaded, snarky outcast, 'Marinette' was no longer the person you could give a simple apology to and expect forgiveness. And no one wanted to be the first to get shot down.

Eventually, the first apology came. Surprisingly, Alya tried to win his favor. She groveled and apologized up and down on how terrible she and Lila had been and named every reason in the book as to why she had reacted and treated Marinette the way she did in an attempt to explain herself. While it wasn't necessarily surprising that she would be the first to not fear him, it was shocking she saw the error of her ways so soon with all that bull headed ego she carried around.

Bravery got her nowhere, however, as Jason only lifted an eyebrow, arms crossed as he leaned back, and calmly replied.

"Cool story, still betrayal."

As the girl sputtered before him, he turned back towards Chloe, continuing to make their plans for the day. After two minutes had passed and Alya still stood there hunting for her words, he turned back.

"Can you leave? Sometime today would be nice."

And so the precedent was set. While it took another week for someone else to approach, they seemed spurred on by the ease of Alya's dismissal. Suppose they figured if the biggest offender only got mild verbal abuse and dismissal, things had to go more smoothly for them.

Nino came next, awkward shuffling and avoided eye contact included. He pushed through his apology, beating around the bush and trying to defuse the situation at the same time he built it up. It only served to piss Jason off. They deserve better than this. At least meet her eyes if you're going to apologize and expect me to believe it.

"Uh… Marinette? Did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry, were you talking to me? I assumed you were talking to the desk next to me and minded my business. Would hate to be accused of eavesdropping."

He flinched at the reminder and finally looked him in the eye.

"I'm sorry. What we did was wrong. What I did was wrong and I am so beyond sorry for it. There is no excuse for my behavior."

"You're right. There isn't. Do better in the future."

"I will!," he rushed to reassure Jason, voice hopeful, "Does this mean we can be friends again?"

"No. Do better for those who chose to be your friend in the future."

"Oh… okay, yeah, that's fair," Nino gave a downtrodden look and wandered off.

Next came Sabrina and Rose, who didn't so much as apologize to him, but instead tried to reattach themselves to Chloe and Juleka's sides as if nothing had happened at all. This might not have thrown Chloe in the slightest, but poor Juleka looked a moment from having an anxiety attack. Chloe made short work of both girls, dismissing them entirely and when Rose started to cry and stare at Juleka for reassurance that everything was okay, Jason pulled the goth into a hug, glaring at the little blonde girl, until eventually she received the hint and ran off, tears streaming down her face. Apparently Nathaniel gave Marc the same treatment.

Lastly Kim, Alix, Max, Ivan, and Mylene came as a group. They must've taken comfort in their numbers, hoping it would somehow protect them from him singling them out. Thought everything would go smoother that way. He could hear Juleka grumbling at his side where they sat under a tree for lunch. They both appreciated the shade and quiet peace of the place. Marc sat on her other side, writing away in a journal.

"Hey Mari, we wanted to apologize for the way we've been acting lately," Alix took the lead.

"Yeah, it was really uncool of us," Kim followed up, the others nodding along.

They looked imploring. Like they were waiting for some sort of forgiveness. He couldn't help but wonder if they thought their actions were somehow better. That he couldn't really be mad at them because they weren't the ones who lied or lead the pack against his soulmate. They didn't make harsh accusations or physically attack Marinette. So somehow, they were better and their apologies could be less.

How fucking rude. How presumptuous. How entitled to think his time, thoughts, feelings were forfeit in their need for forgiveness. Marinette deserved better in her time here than these heartless bastards. None of them ever defended her either. Or him for that matter. Not one of them tried to so much as change the subject to avoid harping on him. None cared when his soulmate never returned to her body. Maybe that wasn't fair, but at the very least they could've approached him in his grief when it was easily displayed. Everyone here had a soulmate and knew the signs of loss for when one died. Surely they knew that this person in this body lost their other half. And yet not a soul outside of his group had offered condolences.

"That's all you have to offer? That it wasn't cool?" Juleka asked, tone quiet but sharp.

"Well it's not like we-"

"Let me cut you off there, before you piss me off. You didn't personally attack me, you just watched and snickered behind hands. Joined in to the cruel jokes and snide remarks. Encouraged those who did attack. At least they had the decency to be that way to my face and let me know where we stood. You? Hiding behind others actions and grouping up to give half-hearted sorrys that you barely think of before you speak? Now you guys are the ones that truly infuriate me. Either you believed I deserved the treatment I received but refused to be singled out for it. Or you thought what was happening was wrong and were too much of a coward to step up and help me out. I'm not sure which is worse. Either way, I don't want to see a single one of you approach me again. I don't mean enough to you to make a stand? Then you don't mean enough to me to even speak to. Get out of my face."

When his little speech was done and the startled masses ran off with an added glare, protests held on the tip of tongues, Jason slumped back against the tree, taking small comforts in the silent support of his two companions.

Adrien never approached. That was for the best.

His friend group was also something new. Marc, Juleka, Chloe, and Kagami. The group technically leaned more female than anything, but after the heavy masculine energy of his old life, this turn of events felt refreshing. It helped that Marc came out as nonbinary and Jason couldn't help but relate in a way with his view of this body fitting as female, but his mind staying firmly male. Altering his soulmate's body to fit would never happen, but it also didn't match him. 

The group only grew stronger and more resilient after Jason agreed to revealing identities in the team. After the loss of Mari and the stripping of the ring from Adrien, Jason found it necessary to place new permanent holders. With Kagami and Chloe having screwed up their original hero personas, the placement became a challenge. 

He started out with figuring out his new cat. 

Talking it over with Fu and dragging the decision out way longer than it needed to, he eventually convinced the old guardian of Kagami's worth. She took to Plagg with ease, the design of her look altering to match. The suit stayed all black but wasn't leather and had gold detailing. The ears and tail looked more realistic as well. Her hair went pitch black and eyes went to shades of gold. Kagami insisted her new name be Serval.

Next came Chloe who ended up comforting Jason the most through his despair, whether she knew the reason for it or not. Without the bee as an easy go to, he ended up giving her the Dragon. Sure, the mix wasn't the best ever, but it kept her on the offensive side and more active, so it worked the way they needed it to. Her outfit consisted of tight fitted scales in shades of black and blue. Unlike when Kagami used the dragon, her and Longg took more to the shades of blue that came with most weather. Her shock of blonde hair played nicely with the idea of lightening on a stormy day. She went with Nimbus.

Surprisingly, Marc became the next holder. Jason planned on handing off the fox to Juleka, only to realize it wouldn't quite suit the girl. She stayed in the shadows most of the time, yes, but not really by choice. She wanted to be a model and show up in photos more than anything, so it made no sense to stick her with another identity she had to hide in. Add on the fact that she wasn't necessarily the most creative and well, Jason couldn't hand off an illusion piece to her. That's when Marc came into play. The kid had creativity in spades and preferred to avoid the spotlight. Marc and Marinette grew closer with all their time spent in the art room and courtyard together and especially with Nathaniel having ditched them. With Marc starting to build a spot of their own within the group, it only made sense to pair them with the Fox.

Now that he thought about it, the whole team really stuck with black. Marc had a black velvety almost shapeless form, with white tail, ears, sash, gloves, and boots. Their eyes fell white on gray on black and gave off an eerie feel. They choose Jocular for their hero name.

Finally, Jason hunted down the perfect miraculous for Juleka. The mouse. Quiet and unseen, playing in the background until the moment was right. And then she was everywhere, a multitude taking over the scene and overwhelming the enemy in a matter of moments. Perfect for the girl who hid behind her bangs but longed for the spotlight. Mullo played to both halves of her personality. The suit that came with consisted of a deep vivid purple that matched her bangs while detransformed. While in costume, the highlights disappeared and her eyes shined purple as well. The fit was reminiscent of a belted, hooded tunic with black leggings and matching purple booties. She went with Fievel. Turns out Juleka had an interesting favorite childhood movie. Months later, they would find themselves sitting around a tv, watching the old animated musical, but in the beginning, they just took it in stride.

The last major change came in a heavier bond forming amongst his team.

When Jason agreed to reveal identities, if for no other reason than the guilt of already keeping one major secret from the group, things spiced up. For one, Juleka and Marc traded their respective miraculouses back and forth depending on their comfort level for the day. If one felt more ready for the spotlight, they took to the mouse for the battle. If one felt especially creative at the moment, they tagged in for the fox. Of course, they jumped in with whichever they had when an akuma hit while separated, but the switch off seemed to comfort them.

Secondly, Chloe started running more interference to allow them escape time if stuck up in civilian form. Her false bratty attitude and daddy issues came into play here, despite her actual maturity about both. It helped to amp it up from time to time.

Lastly, Kagami and Jason begin to switch on occasion.

Plagg hadn't been outside the ring since Jason removed him from Adrien and Kagami received him. The shock and horror on his face when Tikki told him the reality of their situation broke Jason a little more. The cat insisted on spending more time with Jason after that. His soul resonated better with the ring anyways, so the time spent as the cat holder felt soothing after so long as the ladybug, despite this body feeling more receptive towards Tikki's magic. 

As an added bonus, the two kept the other's costume and attributes such as eyes and hair. Between that and the heavy magical glamour hiding their identities, no one, not even Hawkmoth, knew which one was which until their fighting style came into play at which point, it was too late. Luckily, with the sneaky aspects of the mouse and fox, the other two became quite the ambush as well. Add in Chloe showing up with one of three different powers at any given moment, and Hawkmoth's akumas became easy prey.

By the time the year ran out, their team ran as a well oiled machine. Despite the horrific heartbreak festering in his heart, Jason felt hopeful. Hopeful that they might take down the villain that had taken over his soulmate's life from so young. That this battle at least might end on a happy note. That soon he would be free to seek out justice for Marinette once and for all.

[ali-kitkat]

Audacity Ch 4

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The room was silent for a moment before Jason erupted with laughter, falling over and landing on the floor. Marinette didn’t spare him a second glance as Damian retrieved the ring.

“No offence Pixie Pop, but you’re not exactly terrifying as is. Also how exactly is a ring supposed to help ‘rip him a new asshole’ as you put it?” Jason asked, composing himself as Damian tossed the ring to her. she slipped the ring on and closed her eyes before the flash of light blinded her.

“Hey pigtails.” A nasally voice spoke sheepishly.  

“Hello Plagg.” She replied softly, holding out her hand for him to land on. The mutters from the boys were quite funny to hear, but her focus was on reassuring Plagg. “It’s not your fault Adrien betrayed us.”

“He was my kitten, bug. I should’ve known something was going on when he started to clam up with me.” Plagg cried, lowering himself into her hand. His words became unrecognizable as he blubbered about Adrien’s failings.

“What the fuck is that?”

“He is what is going to help me with Adrien. The miraculous are magic, and they’re powered by kwamis. Plagg here is the kwami of destruction and bad luck. Adrien originally held the ring, before he, you know, recreated the timeline.” She answered.

“Plagg, what say you? Are you up for a little revenge?” Marinette grinned. It was feral and unsettling which caused the boys to take a step back. Plagg, grinned back just as feral; the boys, with a silent look, decided that messing with Marinette was bound to get you maimed.

“Hold up, this thing—” Jason started.

“He’s a kwami.” Marinette said, cutting him off as Plagg hissed in his direction.

“My bad, the kwami can help you how? Also how exactly did Adrien rewrite the universe?” He continued.

“When used properly and depending on which miraculous are combined they can manipulate time, emotions, and bend the fabric of reality. Plagg here can help me transform when I say a particular phrase.” She explained, the grin still in place.

“A phrase? Can you demonstrate?” Dick asked, his family nodded their heads in agreement. Their curiosity peaked; magic was always an interesting thing to see.

“Close your eyes, when transforming the miraculous gives out the same light as when it’s been activated, similar to the one you all saw before.” Marinette gave confirmation and gestured for them to move back. After they all had taken a step back, she spoke. “Plagg, transform me!”

The flash of light was over and when she looked down at the suit, she saw how different it was from the first time she wore it. Her chest was more armored, and the gloves were weighted around the knuckles, and when she flexed her fingers the claws came out. She had actual boots this time! They were steel toed with metatarsal guards; they were heavier. The damage she could deal was eliciting a small squeal from her. Which had caused the others to open their eyes.

“Oh shit. Did she get a pair SAP gloves?”

Glancing at each of their faces was interesting, Tim and Dick were shocked. They had a little fear in their eyes as well. Jason was smiling, except he wasn’t looking at her; his eyes were trained on Damian. His mouth hung low and his eyes, which had been relieved of the mask, were wide like she had personally spun the universe.

“Close your mouth Demon Spawn, you’re going to catch flies.” Jason teased. Damian broke out of his stupor to glare at him as the other brothers started cackling. “You know, we didn’t think that Bruce’s taste in women was genetic, but this proves that theory wrong. Turns out you like dangerous women just as much as he does.”

“Todd, I swear to god—”

“Alright boys that’s enough. Jason stop teasing Damian. Marinette, what exactly is your plan to get the earrings back?” Bruce cut in, interrupting the argument that was bound to end up in a fight. Though the teasing was mildly amusing.

“Adrien is unhinged at the moment. He’s going to want the ring back, but he’s also going to want to show me that he’s my knight. I’m bait.” Marinette explained.

“Is that wise to put yourself and the miraculous in a vicinity so close to him?”

“Probably not, but I know I’m not letting him get away with what he did. He’s obsessed with me and that’s a weakness I can exploit, which means I’ve got a higher chance of winning. His desperation won’t win him any favors.”

*~*~*~*

The plan had been simple, Marinette was to take to the rooftops in order to lure Adrien out. Paris hadn’t seen the heroes since the timeline was rewritten and seeing a girl running around on the roofs of Paris was bound to gain some eyes. Especially since she was laughing as she did so. She had been out for an hour at most before Adrien had made his appearance.

“Ah, there you are milady.”

“Tsk, not your lady. You know that.”

“You will be when I get that ring. Give it back.” He growled, lunging for her. A wild look in his eyes as he did so. She ducked under his arms, kicking him in the back of the knees as she did so. He fell to the ground in a daze.

“Aw are things not going your way,” She taunted. “Is someone getting a little hissy? Catch me if you can.” She took off. The next step of the plan was to have Adrien follow her, which wouldn’t be hard if the desperate look in his eyes was any indication.

She knew the rooftops well. As did he, but the head start she had put her well out of reach. Not enough that he couldn’t spot her silhouette though. Hearing the yo-yo behind her swing out she changed her direction and slid down the angled roof. Her plan was off to a great start and it was simple, she was the bait, and Damian and his family were the babysitters so to speak. Not for her but for when she took the earrings from Adrien.

Adrien followed her through Paris, he had almost grabbed her by the ankle. Only deterred by her extending the baton and slamming it onto his hand.

*~*~*~*

She landed in the area she chose. It was abandoned, an empty factory. A place worthy for a final showdown she mused. She stood tall and stared up at Adrien.

He tackled her as he descended, knocking her to the ground. A little out of breath she twisted in his hold, rearing her back into his. Effectively headbutting him in the face and knocking him loose, off of her. Standing she punched him, hitting him in the stomach and hearing an exhale of air. He inhaled quickly while she snatched the yo-yo from his waist, stretching his legs out her knocked hers out from under her.

She quickly caught herself, he knocked her down again just as she stood back on two feet. She grabbed the baton from the square of her back and extended it into him, throwing him away from her. She retracted the baton before he could get a chance to grab it. Flinging the yo-yo in the air she pulled herself onto a beam above him. She threw the yo-yo again, this time at him, lassoing it around his feet pulling them out from under him. She pulled him up into the air, using the beam as a pulley and jumped down to face him.

“It’s over Adrien.” She said staring him in the eyes. He was glaring at her and swinging his body towards hers.

“It’s not over until I get that ring.” He snarled. “I told you. You are mine and that’s not changing.”

“It is.” She sighed. Taking the baton in her other hand, she hit him across the face with it knocking him out. Letting the yo-yo slip out of her hand she let his limp body hit the ground. The yo-yo dematerialized as she removed the earrings from his ears.

A memory resurfaced as she de-transformed and Plagg landed on her head. If my mother had never slipped into that coma then my father never would have become Papillion. Curses had begun to spill from her lips as she paced in front of Adrien’s unconscious form. There was a low whistle from her left, turning she saw Damian and his family.

“Damn it, he still has another two miraculous.” She said, slipping the earrings onto her earlobes. Tikki had materialized in front of her and flew directly into her cheek. Cupping the kwami in her hands, she let her cry her relief at being freed from Adrien.

“What do mean another two?”

“The miracle box has a variety of miraculous in it, but Fu, the guardian, lost two when he fled from the temple in Tibet, the butterfly and the peacock miraculous.” She explained while rifling through Adrien’s pockets finding nothing. “Gabriel never would have become Papillion if Emilie hadn’t slipped into a coma in the previous timeline. Papillion had an ally called Mayura, who now that I think about it, I’m sure is Nathalie Sancoeur. That never happened here, so that means Adrien either has the two missing miraculous or Fu does. Hand me some zip-ties. I don’t want Adrien to do anything stupid when he wakes up.”

Tim handed her a pair, setting Adrien’s arms behind his back she zip-tied his wrists as tightly as she could. Snagging another from Damian she did his ankles next, she was still pissed at him after all.

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“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 5

hi. im back. after slightly longer than usual (my usual was like everyday, not happening again) i have returned. :) this update is also slightly longer than usual too but who complains about that?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

without further ado

Did Marinette Miss Her Own Wedding? I

Constantine was having a horrible time, as far as Marinette could tell. His phone kept ringing, which he was pointedly ignoring, and he looked more and more frustrated as he skimmed through one of his many grimoires. He was also very sober. Maybe that had something to do with it.

After Marinette’s little excursion out with Plagg the previous night, Constantine joined her and her grandfather and explained the lore behind the Renlings and what they were capable of. Marinette was already over it. It’s one thing to be magical guardians of one set magical gods, but animal spirits that transform the wielder into the respective animal is borderline ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. And Constantine wants her to find them. Why not the Justice League? Or their team of proteges? Well, apparently, Constantine has a healthy distrust of the Justice League and magic they are unfamiliar with. Something about a mystical house no longer existing because somebody was suspicious. They fucked around and found out, as Plagg so eloquently put it. She didn’t know how she felt about aiding Constantine in his paranoia.

Anyways, Marinette was now Constantine’s go-to whenever he wanted to keep things away from the JL. She would have said no like a reasonable person, but she was at least getting more magical training and could actually use some of the spells in the Miraculous grimoire. Speaking of which, the grimoire that Constantine was hunching over was supposed to help them in finding the other Prodigiouses. The Kwamis were surprisingly unhelpful as they have never heard of the Prodigiouses or Renlings. 

After what could have been hours of grueling translating and spellwork, Constantine had finally figured out the location of the eight total Renlings and what their prodigiouses looked like. While Marinette and Master Fu began scheming appropriate retrieval plans, Constantine went to answer his many missed calls.

“What?!” Well that sounded concerning. Constantine looked ready to pull his hair out from scalp with tweezers. Whatever news he just received must have been awful for him to lose his composure like this. Good.

“You lot are planning to do what now?” Oh, was this JL business? Should Marinette be listening to this, albeit one-sided, conversation?

“And why do you all need to do this?” 

“Don’t give me that attitude. I’m working on something important.”

“Yes it is important, Zatanna. Please don’t let that group of League Juniors do this.”

“You even got me saying ‘please.’ No I can not tell you why”

“Well what do you mean you can’t trust me?!” This was starting to sound serious. The popcorn that Wayzz brought was also making this ten times more entertaining. 

“Zatanna-” Oh he got cut off. Serves him right.

“Fine, be that way.” Constantine forcefully ended the call and was pouting like a child. 

Marinette didn’t know if she should ask anything but she had the feeling it was related to the prodigiouses and tracking them. Were the League getting involved? It would explain his desperation to not have them interfere. 

“I can’t believe them.” Looks like Marinette didn’t have to make the decision after all. He was going to rant about it.

“What can’t you believe, Constantine?” Her grandfather appeared equally as curious.

“The Team are going to try and track down the prodigiouses. Luckily, they only think there are five rather than eight.” He paused to run his hands through his already disheveled hair. “I don’t know which five they’re tracking. Also, they probably know you have the Snake’s Fang.”

“Pardon?” Marinette doesn’t know what she would do if she was on the Justice League’s most wanted.

“Zatanna didn’t outright say it, but Kobra probably told them it was taken from him. That’s probably how they knew about the others too. Thanks for that.”

“First of all, I didn’t even know what these things were so don’t blame me. Second of all, this could have all been avoided if you just told them!” Marinette did not appreciate the blame being put on her for the League’s involvement. She wasn’t done ripping Constantine a new one yet either. “Especially considering the fact that you knew that their secondary team had a mission there. UN rules or not. But no! You wanted to keep all your magical secrets to yourself. So don’t blame me for the consequences of your own actions.” She was fuming at this point, probably overreacting, but she was tired of cleaning up after people who won’t so much as thank her. 

The ensuing silence was deafening and eyes that weren’t on Marinette were on Constantine. He looked rather surprised at Marinette’s show of spine, probably forgetting that she was born and raised in the League of Shadows. He never will again if he keeps pushing his luck. 

Fu cleared his throat, probably clogged from the awkward tension. “Well, now that that’s all dealt with, do you know what your next move is Constantine? Do we actively hinder the League for the sake of your own peace of mind or do you talk to them and work collaboratively with them?” 

Constantine, who was still doing his best fish impersonation since Marinette—no, Mei Fu—dragged him for everything he’s worth, tried to string together an answer. 

“I still think it’s best we don’t involve the Justice League with this. We should try to intervene and cut off their attempts of retrieving the prodigiouses.” He sounded like a child trying to convince their parents that they didn’t break the expensive vase. Very pitiful and very unconvincing. 

“Fine.” Pardon? Did her grandfather just agree? “We’ll help you keep the prodigiouses and the Renlings away from the Justice League.” Wow. Okay. So he’s just agreeing with him. Three guesses as to who will actually be the one to retrieve them. Wonderful.

Groaning with the weight of a thousand suns, Marinette also voiced her consent. The Kwamis were silent throughout this, not expressing their opinions. Except for Trixx, who had periodically rolled his eyes so hard Marinette would have been concerned he had popped a few blood vessels, if he had any. 

They spent the rest of the week planning and convincing her parents that she wasn’t in danger with her grandfather. They agreed that Marinette would retrieve the Dragon’s Claw first. Despite Brazil being closer, the Monkey’s tail would be harder to find in the dense forestry so they didn’t want to waste time on an extended search until much later. 

If you were to ask Marinette, the week was not enough to prepare. She made arrangements to stay with the Tsurugi family and convinced Kagami to help her in the mission. Her mother would be providing them with non-miraculous weapons as a back-up. Lady Tomoe was too understanding of her daughter being a magic-wielding superhero in Marinette’s opinion. Not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth, Marinette did not make any comments about the very impressive artillery of weapons. She chose a pair of double broadswords while Kagami stuck to a katana. Kagami also had the Dragon and the Ladybug prepared while Marinette stuck to the Tiger and Horse. Plagg didn’t want to miss out on the action and planned to tag along again. Wayzz made an off-handed comment about Plagg’s sixth sense for chaos and his recent desire to accompany Marinette on these missions. Overthinking whatever that was supposed to mean had cost Marinette six hours of sleep. 

While everything had been physically prepared, Marinette had yet to cope with the whole ‘going behind the backs of the Justice League because Constantine was paranoid’ thing. But this will not be the worst thing she has done. She also has the godsend, Kagami, to pull her out of any impending mental spirals. Now all that’s left is to actually get the Dragon’s Claw.

According to Constantine, the Dragon’s Claw was located inside the dojo of a martial arts master, O Sensei. Kagami, to be referred to as Tonbo, meaning Dragonfly, was to guard the perimeter for any individuals who could get in the way, while Marinette, codenamed Tigerlily with this combination of miraculouses, was to find the Dragon’s Claw, camouflaged by the tiger miraculous, and teleport them both back out. It was simple enough in planning and should be simple enough in execution. Even if the sensei of the dojo was to be made aware of their presence, They were expecting the element of surprise to give them an advantage. You know, outside of Marinette’s assassin training. So, yeah the plan was simple.

Except for the part where a group of the young Justice League heroes were already there negotiating with whom she assumed was O sensei. She recognized Kid Flash, Robin and Nightwing. The two women with them were unfamiliar. She also found the Dragon’s Claw in the sensei’s hand. She was positioned on a tree branch looking into a window in the room. If she timed this right, she could grab the necklace and portal out of the room to Tonbo and then portal back to the Tsurugi residence. That plan carries the risk of being seen but the pay-off should be worth it.

Poised to leap from the branch, Tigerlily steadied her breathing and prepared to call on the Horse’s Voyage. Still camouflaged, she jumped through the window and summoned the portal, about to grab for the necklace. Except she grabbed nothing and was suspended in the air. 

Who she knew now was Ms. Martian was using her telekinetic abilities to suspend her. Kid Flash sped his way over and quickly tied her, the contact breaking the camouflage charm. They must have figured she would appear at one of the locations eventually and planned a contingency plan for her appearance. The martian hasn’t read her mind yet, so maybe they thought she was non-hostile. That thought wouldn’t last long however as Tonbo emerged from the portal and, using the Flame Dragon, took down Ms. Martian. Tigerlily used the distraction to undo the bindings and get in a fighting stance. Nightwing and Robin were protecting O sensei while Kid Flash and the other woman charged at the two. 

Kid Flash was circling the two faster and tighter, corralling them together. Tigerlily drew for her broadswords and slashed the old floor boards. Kicking them in Kid Flash’s path, she knocked him off balance and thumped him the back of the head with the butt of her blade, knocking him down. Tonbo called for her Storm Dragon to subdue her opponent, who was also knocked down, then strung up both with the Ladybug yoyo. Tigerlily began a steady approach to the two batboys. She was ready to attack first but Nightwing got the upper hand. He drew his escrima sticks and swiped for Tigerlily’s head. She blocked with one sword and jump kicked to his chest, missing him entirely as he had crouched to sweep her legs from underneath her. Rolling out of the fall, Tigerlily slashed for his rising back but he intercepted with his other stick. He turned to face her and barrelled his full strength into her. They crashed into the nearby wall and at a standstill.

Tonbo was caught in a clash of katanas with Robin, neither side giving way to the other. If Tigerlily was more conscious of their fight than her own, she would have noticed familiar fighting techniques that were ingrained in her since birth. Alas, her attention was on the blue bird in front of her. Using his force that kept her against the wall, She double kicked him in the chest, forcing him away. Robin and Tonbo had broken away from each other and Tonbo aimed to stab Nightwing in the leg. Nonfatally of course, she wasn’t an ex-assassin as far as Tigerlily knew. Right? 

Anyways, her attack switched up the fight as now Tigerlily tried to dodge under Robin's incoming blade. Sliding on her knees, she reached to where O sensei was situated with the Dragon’s Claw. Frustrated with the night’s turn of events and forgetting all sense of pleasantries, Tigerlily tried to grab for the necklace. The business end of a katana was swiftly placed under her jaw. One wrong move meant game over.

“What do you want with the Dragon’s Claw?” Robin sounded like he was holding back from saying something. 

“An acquaintance of mine wishes for you all to not have it. I am merely doing him a favor, Tweety Bird.” Where did that nickname come from? She must have been internally catastrophizing more than she thought she was if she was actually trying to flirt her way out of this. Tonbo’s exasperation was made loud and clear with that answering sigh.

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Mei.” Robin’s arm twitched at that.

“Wait, you know her?” “You know him?” Nightwing’s and Tonbo’s voices overlapped but Tigerlily registered none of it as her ears were ringing with spiked emotions she thought she had buried years ago. Only a few people knew her by that name. Kagami, Chloe, Luka and Adrien were the only people outside of the League of Shadows who knew her by that name. Even then, there was only one person her age with the Shadows who knew her. But it couldn’t be him. He was supposed to be dead. There was no way in hell that the Boy Wonder holding a katana to her throat was—

“Damian?!”

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