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Lost on You - Part 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Supe!Reader

Summary: 1983 is a big year for you. You’re finally chosen to join the ranks of Payback, led by the most (in)famous supe in the world: Soldier Boy. He’ll never admit that he’s trying his damndest to figure you out. You’ll never admit that he’s actually growing on you. But the problem with this game is deciding who’s the predator, and who is prey.

AN: As you can see, I switched up the posting schedule slightly (check out the series masterlist for new "coming soon" dates). Thank you, guys so much for all the responses on Part 1! I hope you have just as much fun with Part 2. 😉

Word Count: 5.9K

Tags/Warnings: "Lies, lies, lies, yeah." ‘80s references, a new mission (and violence), cattiness, and some more cat and mouse tension.  

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Part 2: Foolish Game

“You know, we really are a family here. The whole Payback team,” Crimson Countess said.

Her voice was filled with earnestness as she held the microphone to her ruby red lips with both gloved hands. She smiled and reached out a hand to you.

“But it’s truly my pleasure to welcome Sirena into the fold. It’s about time we got another badass chick on the team, am I right?”

She knew how to play up the packed crowd in the auditorium. They roused with cheers and clapping, and you stepped closer to her in the spotlight.

It wasn’t entirely an act when you gave them (and several cameras) a somewhat shy smile. You’d been on stages almost all your life, but never one like this. You knew you were being seen by the entire country right now.

On Countess’s other side was Soldier Boy and the TNT Twins, while on your side stood Black Noir, Swatto, and Mindstorm keeping himself in the back. Off at the far left of the stage were Arthur and Madelyn Stillwell, both seemingly patient and professional.

“And you look great, hun. I love the new suit,” Countess said, gesturing at you with a playful air.

You smiled a little more and affected some humility. You tried not to adjust the black mask sitting on the bridge of your nose. It felt like a pair of pool goggles.

“Well, a little leather goes a long way,” you joked into your own mic. It earned some laughs from the sea of flashing lights amidst darkness.

Countess laughed, a sultry sound. “I know that’s right.”

“I’m really just so grateful to be here on this incredible stage with you all,” you said, casting a hand at the rest of the team. “I’m just a girl from a dusty little town in Indiana. Seriously. Imagine Smallville, Kansas, but more tumbleweeds.”

Cue more indulgent laughter. The lie was well-rehearsed on your tongue, along with this next bit, as you looked into the closest camera.

“But if you all see some small greatness in me, then I’m honored and ready to serve,” you finished.

Enthusiastic applause met the end of your little speech. You smiled and lowered the mic. Countess nodded in agreement and offered her mic to Soldier Boy next. He stepped up to the center podium and leaned on it like he was John Wayne.

“Well, it’s a good day when another hero joins our ranks. I have a feeling that Sirena,” he paused, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, “Is gonna be a good fit.”  

You didn’t like that smile on his face, but instead of letting that show on yours, you gave him a grateful smile. He had the gall to wink at you. Then he handed the mic back to Arthur and stepped back from the podium.

“All right, one more time, you guys. Let’s hear it for Sirena!” Arthur said to the crowd, and they erupted. You accepted the praise with a demure smile and a congenial wave, like you were Princess Diana or something.

The rest of your team gave perfunctory claps as well, but Soldier Boy was the first to head off stage. Countess and the rest of them followed suit, so you did as well. She and Soldier Boy didn’t even share a glance when she stopped off into the women’s restroom. An idea struck you, and you decided to join her.

“Hey, Countess,” you began to say, but she let out a humorless huff.

“What, are you going to follow me into the fucking stall?” she said dryly.

You were momentarily taken aback by her acidity. You blinked, and she turned to give you a bored look.

“I…just wanted to say that I really look up to you,” you said.

“Do you?” she asked, with a slightly mocking smile. Her gaze briefly ran down your form. “Is that why your suit looks like a Dollar Store knockoff of mine?”

Ah…okay, you thought. You saw what this bitch was about. She’d supported you in the public eye, but she didn’t actually want another woman on the team. She’d been a powerhouse for over a decade, and not just her years at Vought.

But for every icon, there’s the threat of becoming an old has-been, you thought. 

“Well, you’ve got a point there. I asked for a cape too, but they thought it was a bit too…retro,” you remarked, hinting at a smile as you gestured at her suit, and the long red cape that draped down her back. “But really, I’m a big fan. I actually grew up watching you when I was a kid. I remember that little documentary you did with Vought Geographic. The one with the baby chimps? So cute.”

Countess’s brow twitched, ever so slightly. Both her fake smile and yours remained the same.

She broke first with a roll of her eyes.

“Just stay out of my way,” she said. Her cape brushed your arm as she breezed past you. Your smile remained until she was out of the room. Then you took a deep breath.

Be careful, you reminded yourself. You had to prove that you wouldn’t easily bend to whatever bullshit might get thrown at you, but you were still the rookie here. You had a feeling that this was just the first test of many.

You kept your guard up, even at the afterparty hosted at a nearby hotel. Tessa followed Countess’s lead and gave you fake smiles when you passed by her. Otherwise, she ignored you. Mindstorm was the only one who seemed truly indifferent towards you. (You barely ever saw him out of his room anyway.)

You couldn’t much tell with Black Noir. He’d never taken his helmet off in the few days since you’d met him, but you sensed nothing but vague interest from him. The other three men were more obvious in the way they looked at you.

In fact, you could’ve predicted the way Soldier Boy found you in a slightly quieter corner of the banquet hall. His gait was relaxed and arrogant as he made his way towards you.

He annoyed you on sight, no matter how damn attractive he was. All broad shouldered and brown hair coiffed, his face mostly clean shaven, save for some stubble. With his military green supe suit, the silver decal of an eagle stretched across his broad chest—he certainly looked the part of America’s first hero. Too bad he was also a chauvinistic ass.

But you also had a plan. It had started to form after that first encounter with him in the break room.

You kept your true thoughts off your face as you turned to greet him. He was holding his fifth tumbler of whiskey, and he smelled like it too. You sipped at a glass of red wine.

“Small town girl, huh?” he said, smiling with old-world charm. “I happen to be a city boy.”

“Born and raised in South Detroit?” you teased. “I didn’t take you for a Journey fan.”

“The mean streets of Philly, actually,” he said, with a tip of his imaginary hat. “I may be a Sinatra kind of guy, but I don’t mind a little rock ‘n roll.”

You inclined your head. “Same here. Not that my parents approved. Growing up, I had to hide my Rolling Stones records under the bed.”

That much was true.

“Ah, a little rebel,” he remarked. His gaze roamed down your form, and back up to your eyes, shaded by smokey makeup. “Who knew they made ‘em like you in Indiana.”

Your lips curved. “It’s not just cows and cornfields.”

“Evidently,” he said, taking a swig of his whiskey. “How do you like the big city so far?”

“To be honest, I haven’t had a chance to see much of it yet. This whole thing has been a whirlwind,” you said.

Lie.

The truth was, you were born and raised in Brooklyn. Maybe you had never lived in Manhattan before, but you were no stranger to the city.

Ben not only ate up the lie; he took the bait.

“Maybe I’ll give you a tour of the city one day,” he said. He thumbed at your chin once again with half-gloved fingers.

You tipped your face up to him, and you smiled.

“I’d like that.”

Your first mission with Payback was not at all what you expected.

To start with, you’d expected to do some patrolling, run down some leads, do some investigating. Instead, they had a Surveillance & Security team to do all of that for the team. Plus, they were patched in via the local police scanner of any new crimes in progress.

Arthur had paged you to come to his office. There he told you that you’d actually be going for your first save today. You were excited, until he told you that you’d be on a “team up” with Crimson Countess.

Great, you thought.

She didn’t look happy about it either, when you met her in the lobby downstairs. She gave you another frigid look before she swiftly exited the double doors.

Stay out of my way. You got the message loud and clear.   

A black SUV took you two to the Lower West Side, where there was a robbery in progress. The front window of the jewelry story had been shattered, and tens of thousands of dollars in merchandise stolen by two masked men according to the store clerk. He’d been shot in the shoulder before the men took off. The police had yet to find them.

The most unnerving part of this was the cameras that followed you and Countess while you canvassed the area—like catching criminals was some kind of reality show.

“I think I can feel them,” you said, with your fingers on your temples. “They’re headed south through the alley.”

“Which alley?” she asked, waving a hand at the several blocks ahead of you. “And what do you mean you can feel them?”

You shot her a look, endeavoring not to be snarky. “I can sense them.”

Let’s just say, your powers were particularly potent when it came to men. That’s what allowed you to feel the robbers’ energies, set high with adrenaline. They were close.

You pointed the way, and Countess begrudgingly went along with it.

“Follow my lead though,” she said.

You agreed in the moment, but you were filled with maybe too much anticipation and excitement yourself when you turned the corner into the alley without waiting for your companion.

You found yourself staring down the barrel of a gun.

You froze, your breath stilling in your lungs. The safety clicked, and the man holding the weapon quirked his head.

“Haven’t seen you before,” he drawled.

“But you know me. Don’t you, handsome?”

Countess’s fist landed squarely across the man’s jaw. He yelped as the weapon clattered out of his hand. You jumped back as the gun fired, ricochetting off the brick wall. Countess rolled her eyes and tossed a fireball at the next man, who jumped out of his hiding place behind the dumpster. He screamed and dove to the side.

She didn’t wait for him to recover. Grabbing him by the collar with a gloved hand, she threw one hard punch that broke the man’s jaw. You winced at the telltale cracking sound. The other man just held his hands up in surrender, wide-eyed and afraid. You felt his fear radiating off of him. With another swift punch, she knocked him out as well.

You could only stand there with your mouth open in surprise. You managed to close it when Countess turned your way.

“I told you to follow my damn lead,” she said coolly.

The police filtered in shortly after, as did the camera crew. The director sighed at Countess.

“This was supposed to be Sirena’s first save,” he said. Countess turned to him with a sharp look.

“Train her fucking better then,” she snapped.

You chewed the inside of your lip, but you fought not to outwardly show your embarrassment. Why’d they have to partner you with her, for fuck’s sake?

The car ride back to the Tower was just as tense and silent. At least there was a black partition between you two in the backseat and the driver.

Finally, you sighed and tried to offer an olive branch.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just got a bit excited,” you said.

“You almost got yourself killed,” she drawled, not even looking at you as she gazed boredly out the window. “Even that would’ve been a challenge for the PR team.”

Your lips pursed in irritation. Oh, my God. Is she that insecure?

“Countess, I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m not trying to replace you. I’m not trying to take anything from you.”

“Except my boyfriend,” she shot back. Finally she turned her head towards you with cool disdain. “You think I didn’t see you flirting with him last night at the afterparty?”   

You rolled your eyes, though you hid a sliver of embarrassment. You should’ve known she’d spot that.

“He approached me, okay?” you said. Maybe you were about to let your pettiness to get the best of you, but you couldn’t help it. You smiled slyly. “And from what I hear, I’m the least of your worries. Looks like Ben has quite the appetite.”

The cracks of Countess’s cool façade finally broke through to anger. She glared at you tightly.

“He may have his little toys, but they never last long,” she said pointedly. “The only reason he’s giving you the time of day is because you’re new, and shiny, and full of silicon.”

“And young,” you added with a wink. “Don’t forget young.”

She seethed, and you were almost concerned that she might toss a fireball your way. Mercifully, the car rolled to a stop in the back entrance to the Tower to make it easier to navigate past any paparazzi. You slid out on your side, and you didn’t bother waiting for Countess when you went back inside the Tower.

All the way back up the elevator to your floor, you thought about the way you’d frozen at the sight of the man’s gun. You did have proper combat training. Your dad had paid for the lessons.

“You’re gonna pay us back one day,” as he’d said. “We’re investing in our future, just as much as yours.”

You shook your head and sighed. You should have grabbed the robber’s arm and reached for any flash of skin you could touch to compel him into submission.

The thought continued to unsettle you as you went into the breakroom first for something to eat. You ended up making yourself a sandwich and sat down at the nearby dining table with an unsweetened tea. Swatto happened to fly in for a coke and an old slice of pizza. When he noticed you, his insect-like wings folded back into his back after he landed on the ground.

Out of everyone, his suit looked the most cumbersome with the big shoulder armor and the condom-like mask over half his face. You understood why he wasn’t wearing it now. He was dressed down in an old Ramones shirt and a pair of jeans. He ran his fingers through his short hair and slid into the chair closest to you.

“Hey. How’s it going, beautiful?” he asked, with what was likely meant to be a charming smile.

You were close enough to sense his salacious thoughts. You restrained a sigh. Ordinarily you’d entertain him a bit more, but frankly, he was making a bad day worse and you weren’t in the mood.

So you smiled. While your hand slid over his on the table, you leaned in close to his ear.

“Shoo, fly,” you said. Your words held power as your eyes glowed violet.

Immediately, you felt the way Swatto’s body sat up straighter. With a blankness falling over his face, he got up from the table and left the way he came, forgetting his snacks on the table.

You shook your head and continued eating your sandwich in peace.

A few minutes later, there came an even rarer sighting—Mindstorm snuck into the breakroom next. He glanced at you with wary eyes, like a deer pausing before it took a drink from the pool. When you just stared at him in slight bewilderment, he quickly rucked through the cupboards for a bag of Bugles labeled:

MINDSTORM’S – DO NOT EAT!

As if anyone would want to steal a bag of Bugles.

Just when you opened your mouth to offer him some kind of greeting, Mindstorm quickly ducked out of the room. You blinked in confusion.

“Odd,” you said to yourself. “So very odd.”

“Right?” came a voice behind you. You screamed and nearly jumped out of your skin, but you realized it was only Black Noir, holding a beer.

“Jesus…” You held a hand over your beating heart. It wasn’t the first time he’d snuck up on you like that. Can this guy wear a bell or something?

“Don’t mind him. He’s got a few dozen screws loose,” said Noir.

Unlike the other two, he was fully suited up. However, he took his helmet off and set it on the table so he could drink. You held in a breath, as you were pleasantly surprised to see the face of a handsome black man. It was the first time you’d ever seen him unmasked.

Wonder what else he’s hiding under there, you thought. Your gaze briefly dipped down his chest and strong-looking thighs.

You both chatted over small things at first. According to Noir, Mindstorm’s apartment was completely soundproof, but it didn’t do much good for the guy, since he had a hard time keeping people’s thoughts out of his head. You thought New York City was probably a terrible place for him to live, in that case.

“And you’re smalltown, right?” Noir asked.

You offered a half-smile. “Guilty.”

“Yeah, same here,” he said, raising his beer. “From a nowhere town in Georgia.”

For the first time, you felt slightly bad for keeping up the lie. Noir seemed like a decent guy so far. You clinked your iced tea with his beer.

“Well, Nowhere, it’s nice to find a kindred spirit,” you said.

You two drank for a bit in a comfortable silence, until he turned to you with curiosity in his dark brown eyes as he took you in. 

“So, what made you want to join Payback? The pay, or the free shit?” he asked.

You quirked a smile. You decided to give him the easiest answer he’d believe.

“Well, the free shit is a big perk. But��as vapid as it sounds, I wanted to get out of the background, make a name for myself,” you said. Noir nodded.

“Believe me, I get it. Around here, it can be hard to stand out,” he said. His brows knitted together while he stared hard at the table. You watched him, wondering what he meant.

After a beat, he perked up and met your gaze. “You know, I’ve been wanting to pitch a movie idea to Arthur.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, just trying to…you know, find the right words.”

Your expression eased, and you crossed your arms and turned towards him.

“Okay, let’s go then,” you said, waving at him in a bring it on gesture.

Noir’s brows popped up. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, why not?” you said. “Give me your best elevator pitch.”

Black Noir stood up from the table, nearly knocking over his empty beer bottle as he went. You grabbed it so it wouldn’t tip over. You were amused by his slightly flustered state. He set his hands on his hips and couldn’t quite meet your eyes when he started speaking.

“So, I’m thinking it could be like 48 Hours meets Trading Places. Except instead of a wise-cracking criminal or a guy down on his luck, I’m like, a wise-cracking ninja.”

“But ninjas don’t typically talk, do they?” you said. Clearly this guy had a thing for Eddie Murphy. “Aren’t they supposed to be stealthy?”

Noir raised a finger. “Okay, yes, but it’s a comedy. So that’s the ironic part, in a funny way.”

“So you’ll make witty quips before you kill your targets?” you said, holding in a laugh. You brandished an invisible sword. “‘You’re gonna need a new carpet.’ Fshh.”

You mimed a cutting motion, then blood spraying from your neck as you made some mock death throes. Noir stared at you blandly. You bit your lip.

And you were the first one to break with a laugh. The sound was infectious enough to break him too though. Noir couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle along with you.

You were almost too distracted to hear a pair of heavy boots, and sense the male presence at the door. You turned at the flash of green in the corner of your eye.

Of course, the cast wouldn’t be complete without Soldier Boy. Or Ben, as he’d insisted you call him.

His gaze roamed the room with feigned disinterest, but you could tell when he looked over at you and Noir that he wasn’t pleased. He clung to stoicism as he approached your table with his usual gait: calm, controlled, and arrogant.

“What’s going on in here?” he asked with a raise of his brow. “Could hear you all the way down the hall.”

“Just working on a pitch for Noir’s new movie,” you said, though the man in question gave you a hard stare. One that warned you to stop talking.

“Noir’s new movie?” Ben said, with a curl of his lip. He turned to the other man. “Trying to compete with Red Thunder before it’s even out in the box office? That’s not very good form.”

“No, no. Of course not,” said Noir. “Just…throwing some ideas around.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard. Some kind of samurai bullshit,” Ben said dryly. His green-eyed gaze was sharp, however. “Why don’t you stop wasting people’s time on tragic fucking ideas, and find something actually fucking useful to do.”

You watched carefully between the two men. Was there some kind of bad blood here?

Noir’s lips pursed, but despite the spark of anger in his eyes, he kept it all inside when he lowered them. He got up from the table and left without another word, putting on his helmet as he went.

Ben shook his head and drew closer to you. You frowned up at him as you stood and crossed your arms below your breasts.

“Well, that wasn’t very kind,” you remarked.

“This is the real world, sweetheart. He still needs to learn his place on this team,” Ben replied. But then, his charm was back. His face eased into a smile. “I’m glad I found you. It’s time I made good on my promise.”

You tilted your head. “What promise?”

“To take you out,” he said. “Give you a little tour of the city.”

After that little display, you had even less interest to spend any more time with this man than absolutely necessary…

Remember the plan, you reluctantly reminded yourself.

“Come on,” he prodded, extending a hand out to you. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Releasing a breath, you uncrossed your arms and slipped your hand into his.

“Okay. I would appreciate you showing me around,” you said, giving him a smile with some feminine charm of your own.

His lips curved into a grin. He raised your hand up to his lips, and despite yourself, his stubble ignited small tingles across your skin.

“Meet me downstairs in half an hour,” he said.

After taking the time to change out of your supe suit and into something dressier, reapplying your makeup and fixing up your hair, you met Ben downstairs out front. He was waiting for you there on a motorcycle, of all things.

“Really?” you asked, giving the vehicle a dubious look. “I thought you’d be a limo kind of guy.”

“Oh, I am. But today we need speed if we’re going to cover the whole city,” he said with a grin. He revved the engine, and it let out a loud, rumbling sound. It looked like a death trap.  

“I don’t know, Ben,” you said, for the first time using his name. You were actually nervous enough to show it.

He chuckled and motioned you over. Reluctantly, you went to him. His hand smoothed down your arm and held your elbow. He peered into your eyes.

“You think I’m going to let you fall on my watch?” he said. 

You held his gaze. Eventually, you bit your lower lip, and you accepted his offer of a helmet (even though he was going without one), then his helping hand to climb onto the motorcycle behind him. You tentatively held onto his waist.

“That ain’t gonna cut it, baby doll,” he said. He grabbed your hands and tugged you closer, until your arms wrapped around his middle. You made a small sound of surprise, feeling the solidness of his frame. You had a feeling he was grinning.

“All right, hold on,” he warned, revving the engine once again.

Your teeth clenched with dread. “Please, go slooow—ahhh!”

Ben peeled out of the curved landing in front of Vought Tower with a screech of tires. You gripped onto his jacket like a lifeline and pressed yourself to his back as closely as you could—something you were sure was his intention.

You sensed his amusement, though he at least had the decency not to laugh at you. He merged onto the street and zipped through the layers traffic, heading towards the center of the city.

Ben didn’t just show you the city. He showed you his world.

He first took you to Top of the Rock at Rockefeller Center. Instead of the normal group tour to the observational deck, he had a short chat with management that had them letting you two up to an even higher level, into an exclusive bar. It was apparently so high up that only twenty people could be inside at a time.

You two enjoyed a couple of drinks along with the amazing view of the city, and of Empire State across the way.

“You don’t get views like this in Indiana, do you?” Ben asked.

You nodded indulgently. “You do not.”

Never mind that you had never even been to Indiana. Yet, you had also never seen the city like this either.

“Thank you for taking me out like this,” you said. You reached out and softly touched his hand. You met his eyes with a subtle smile. “I didn’t know what to expect when I got here, but you’ve been really nice to me. Makes me think I can actually belong here.”

He seemed pleased as he sipped his drink, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

“What can I say? I’m a nice guy,” he said.

You smiled, affecting demure as you ducked your head. It was an act you’d long ago perfected. Men tended to underestimate you, and you always used that to your advantage.

From there, he took you to clubs you’d never even knew existed, then to a restaurant so old, it still had a dress code. (And it was the best surf and turf you’d ever had in your life.)

When you got to Times Square, however, you were delayed practically an hour by all the fans who wanted Soldier Boy’s autograph. Once the first couple of young women recognized him, even out of his suit, it was all downhill as more and more people got excited by the world’s most famous superhero.

You stood off to the side, watching him be flirtatious to women of all ages, ruffling kids’ hair, and shaking hands with men, and even veterans who thanked him for his service.

You signed a couple of autographs and took some pictures with people yourself, but you knew you wouldn’t be recognized as much. You had to be content with waiting for Ben off to the side. Though admittedly, you were getting bored and more than a little annoyed that he was taking so long.

He seemed to realize it when he finally looked your way.

“Hey, Sirena!” he called out to you by your supe name, drawing your attention in front of a few of his fans. He waved you over, and even introduced you to the small crowd still gathered around him. He set a hand on your lower back.

“I’m sure you all know about Sirena, the newest member of our team,” he said. You looked up at him with some measure of gratefulness. Maybe this part of the day was working in your favor even more than you’d thought.

You intentionally leaned closer to him, laying a semi-innocent hand on his arm as you smiled at the others.

“I’m taking some time to show her around,” he continued, glancing down at you. “She’s from a small town, so this city can be pretty daunting. But it’s my home. My favorite place in the world. Especially because I get to see all of you.”

He swept a hand out towards the crowd, and they ate it up with cheers, clapping, and some flirtatious whistling. He shot a wink and a raised finger at that one.

“If you’ll excuse us,” he said, with one last parting hand at the people. He ushered you back onto the motorcycle, and off you went.

He was trying his damndest.

He wore that fake, debonair charm like a second skin as he got you a private tour of the Met, and treated you to rich food and expensive wine. He was showing off his wealth, his fame, and giving you the “best” of him.

However, you had already seen glimpses of the true man underneath the gaudy show. And it was ugly, with an edge of darkness.

You had that thought in the back of your mind, even while you two sat side by side on a ledge. He’d brought you to a spot near the Hudson River, close to an overpass. It wasn’t an area meant for parking (according to the No Parking sign), but he didn’t seem to care.

Neither did you, really. The view was too beautiful, with the large orange sun halfway sunk below the water. It cast shades of yellow and red and purple across the sky, even over the dark waters.   

Ben was working on his third hotdog. You were licking your way around a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream on a waffle cone, letting the end of it swirl off your tongue. You resisted a smile, feeling the warmth of his gaze on the side of your face.

“So tell me,” he said, after he finished off his snack. He crumpled his napkin and tossed it somewhere behind him. “I heard you were making a name for yourself as a singer. What made you want to join Payback?”

He was giving you a little too much credit. You’d been making your money by being a background singer for various artists, but your last big break going on Whitney Houston’s latest tour was what finally put you on Vought’s map.

You considered his question with a tilt of your head. Black Noir had asked you the same thing, more or less. You’d given him an easy, predictable answer. With Ben, you edged closer to the truth...or part of it, anyway.   

“I don’t just want people to know who I am,” you said. “I want to be remembered for something good. I want to prove it to my family too, that I can do it. …Is that naïve?”

Ben hummed in understanding, though he shot you a certain look.

“Not if you play your cards right,” he said. 

His leading tone didn’t surprise you. You slid him a smile. 

“And how should I do that?” you asked. You turned to him, setting your finished cone aside. Ben took the opportunity to reach out and draw a line down your cheek with his thumb. He wiped a small smear of chocolate from the corner of your mouth. 

He smirked. “By sticking close to me, baby doll.”

You had to admit, his proximity was stirring you more than you liked. He was devastatingly handsome, and he knew it too. With his face inching so close to yours, it was hard for you to remember the things this man had said about you to Arthur, how he clearly didn’t give a fuck about Countess, and even what a dick he'd been to Black Noir.

Not to mention, how he acted all the time, as if the whole world was his.

Just as his lips neared yours, you leaned back. Your eyes met his knowingly.

“You already have someone close to you,” you pointed out. “What about Countess?”

Ben stilled. He sighed, but he didn’t let go of your cheek. He traced your jawline with the sensuous promise of a practiced hand. It made your breath difficult in your lungs, rising into your throat.

“Ah, Donna,” he shook his head. “We’ve been on the rocks for a while now.”

I’m sure, you thought wryly.

“What you and I have, right here, right now,” he said, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. “It’s special. The moment I saw you, a pure connection.”

Your brows furrowed. Those words triggered some kind of familiarity in you. A pure connection…

Wait, isn’t that a line from one of his movies? you thought. Oh yeah, A Gentleman’s Promise. 1949.

You had to bite your lip to stifle your laughter. This man did not just quote himself.

Ben took your reaction for a different kind of inner conflict, as he continued pressing tantalizing kisses down your neck. You cleared your throat a little, fighting a sigh of pleasure.

Stick to the plan, you thought.

Because he was right. The fastest way for you to get what you wanted was to be close to him, to use his status to your advantage. Timing was everything, however.  

You slipped your hands between you two and pressed gently, but firm against his chest.

“Ben,” you implored.

You were grateful that he actually stopped. His lips stilled against your skin, and he pulled away with a frown.

“What?” he said.

You looked up at him through your lashes, before you leaned in, stopping just shy of his lips.

“Maybe I’ll consider your offer when there’s a real place for me by your side,” you said with a smile. Then you backed off.

You gathered yourself and stood, coyly sauntering back to the motorcycle. You’d wait for him there.

Ben turned to watch you go, unwilling to admit he was both equally aroused and irritated. His jaw clenched, then eased.

After a moment, he joined you and drove you back to the Tower in silence. All the while, he couldn’t stop thinking. About your lips, your eyes, your voice, your soft body, your smile, and worst of all, the way you’d denied him. For fuck’s sake, you’d given him an ultimatum.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had that kind of audacity, let alone a woman. He wouldn’t let show, or even admit to himself, how much it affected him. But the same thought kept turning through his mind as the streets of New York passed by in a blur.

Just who the fuck does she think she is?

AN: 😅 Lol Ben's got his work cut out for him. Think he'll be able to figure out her game?

Next Time:

“What’s in it for me then?” he asked, crossing his arms.

You blinked your eyes wider. Really?

“I doubt whatever you’re thinking, Soldier,” you said, a little more snidely than you meant to.

Ben's cocky smile said it all.

Your lips pursed in exasperation. You hadn’t thought you would have to bargain to get him to be nice to a kid. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. Clearly you’ve had a long day, so I’ll just get out of your way,” you said, raising your hands in surrender. You turned to leave.

“All right, don’t get your panties in a twist,” he said.

You paused at the door, tossing him an annoyed look over your shoulder.

His smile deepened. “I’ll do it.”

His steps were measured as he approached you. You turned back to face him, albeit warily. As he seemed to like doing, he gently grasped your chin between his fingers.

“I’ll do it for a kiss,” he said.

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Do you have any fic recs where dicks relationship with the batfam is the focus?

Yes! These are all fics I've adored

FAVORITE!! I place this fic on a pedestal. It's one of the best fics of all time - The primacy of personal conscience

Favorite! Another one of my all time favorites. Dick, Jason, Tim are deaged to their robin eras and Damian and Bruce are in their current ages - Just, How

Dick gets split into three personalities - The choice to be seen

FAVORITE!! - Dick's buried. But like hell is the batfamily going to let it stay that way - The unnecessary requiem

ALL of CamsthiSky's fics focus of Dick's batfam relations and are good reads - Link

Small moments with Dick and the family - Snippets

Dick, Damian, and Tim. Absent parent Bruce and needy Bruce are the same person as always- prodigal

Favorite! Dick and Damian's relationship and evolution - Snapshots

Sad fic if Dick's reaction after Ric was darker - Strength in a Lack of Continuity

Batfamily's reaction to Dick's sexual objectification - I can't hear you, I don't fear you now

Good fic about something I don't remember (sorry! It's been years but I saved it so it must be good) with young justice and batfamily reactions that were accurate - End Days

If Bruce was a lot darker and acted on his overprotective tendencies collection. It's centered around Dick - Darkish Batfamily

How the batfamily reacts to Dick getting shot in the head - Fallen

Dick buys a bunch of plants and bonds with all of them - let your love grow tall

All of Danishsweethearts works are good - Danishsweethearts

Sad fic about Dick being batman again and batfamily's reaction. I think Tim would react differently. Maybe. But it's a fantastic angst fic - My life's going by but it's just begun

Dick, Damian, and Dick's massive group of friend and allies - Missed a spot

Dick's a civilian but he's still their big brother - Those times that Dick Grayson got tangled up with the batfamily

Dick, Peter Parker, Cat Noir, Danny Fenton and their fathers. PS they're all socialite friends. This has to be canon - The Black Tux Gang

Angst story about Dick if he had mental illness. No happy ending - Shattered Tea Cups

Dick is a changed man after spyral and batfamily's reaction - Downward spyral

Someone planning a hit on Nightwing? Not if Nightwing does it on himself first (fun) - Money for daffodils

Favorite! Dick has retrograde amnesia and Bruce struggles to cope - Harbor

Dick died seven years ago. And then woke up - Faith and fate

Dick's secret abilities the batfamily doesn't notice - Unusual skills and habits

The truth of Dick's death and everyone's reaction - Code B

Favorite! Dick is Talon, Tim is Red Hood, and Jason is Red Robin - A New Adversary

Favorite! Jason and Dick are close. Told through the eyes of everyone else - proximity

Soft fic. ABO but Dick acting as Tim and Damian's mother - Your truth is a deception meant to poison me

Dick's gone but the rape of him is not. The batfamily will avenge their brother. The whole world will - Take the night back

ABO robin reversal collection - Robin Reversal ABO

Werewolf au where Dick meets Jason and Bruce comes along - Den and Pack

If Dick got deaged to renegade era - Pause in the Pendulum

Sweet fic about the Batbros seeking comfort in Dick - Haven

Favorite! Duke time! The Batfamily teasing Dick lovingly - Shenanigans

Dark batfam fic around Dick - Gaslight Manor

Dick will do anything to protect his family (Has Constantine/Dick) - Time (to protect you)

If Dick was Terry McGinnis' biological father - Beyond the Night Collection

Talon!Dick in the Teen Titans universe with batfamily - Just a dead kid

Angst, sad fic about Dick getting tired of being the mediator - Please just get along (I can't do this anymore)

One of my all time favorites - Everyday one headcanon about Nightwing

Batfamily mourning the loss of Dick's hair - He's shorn, we're torn

Jason tries stealing in Bludhaven rather than Gotham. He meets Nightwing instead of Batman and his life gets a whole lot better - Hot wheels

Stephanie time travels and meets Robin Dick! - Oops

Favorite! ALL of iloveyourwords' fics - iloveyourwords

Favorite! ALL of ScarlettSwordMoon's works - ScarlettSwordMoon

Angst fic. So much angst. Sometimes Jason's anger gets the worst of him but it's not because he doesn't care - not even rain has such small hands

Favorite! The heroes are forced to forget Dick. And they regret (has constantine/dick/zatanna) - Love that burned green against skin

Favorite! ALL of Kuroaki's works - Kuroaki

Dick, Tim, and Jason watch Encanto and, well, Surface Pressure was made for Dick - Who am I if I don't have what it takes

Pre-robin Dick. Dick's only fault is his over-competence - lightning is the shine (but I've been working on the thunder)

Favorite! Dick's name comes out of the Hogwart's cup. This changes everything and nothing - heavy is the crown

The batkids are unhinged. Poor jason - The AU noone asked for

Dick falls. And so does everyone else (iloveyourwords' fic) - icarus

FAVORITE!! Dick, Jason, Damian undercover on a cruise. Everything goes wrong - Like those foreign stars

YJ where Dick joins Deathstroke and Bruce breaks inside - Fallen son

Favorite! ALL of miss_aphelion's works - miss_aphelion

Here's a starter for miss_aphelion's works - Dick of Troy

Dick and Bruce in the eyes of the JL - Boy on the couch

Favorite! Dick is stuck in his dreamworld and his family just want him back - Happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow

Hunger Games Au! Dick volunteers as a tribute - To get a dream of life again

Dick and Bruce and Dick's graceful manipulation of people - Some men fall from grace. Some are pushed

Dick takes time away from Bruce and finds himself again - Local oldest child takes time away from family

FAVORITE!! One of ScarlettSwordMoon's works - shipping rivalries

FAVORITE!! Dick reveals his trauma through singing - A robin's song

FAVORITE!! Dick's personality gets split in three - Three is a party

Dick runs away to Bludhaven but the batfamily won't let things rest - What stalks in my shadows

FAVORITE!! The batfamily is stuck in a timeloop where they can't save Dick - One thousand, Three hundred, and Nine Hours

Tim being a cute menace and feral Dick - little menace

FAVORITE!! Damian has a few choice words to say about Bruce's treatment of Dick - The threat

Slade saves Dick from the Court of Owls and Rose's view of him - Quiet now, you're going to wake the beast

FAVORITE!! Bruce is gone and Dick is seeing ghosts. The batfamily just wants to protect him - The haunting of Wayne house

FAVORITE!! Deaged Dick and Damian collection - you've always loved the strange birds

Dick's been deaged wakes up in a world with 5 robins no thanks to Slade - persephone's in hell

FAVORITE!! The batfamily's in a time loop trying to save Dick - rewind, remix, retry, redo

Funny fics I'm in love with!

Hilarious and all-around fun - Batbros Wreck Havoc

Favorite! ALL of pupeez4eva's fics but here's a starter for fun - That Torturous Thing Known as Time Travel

More fun fic (can you tell I like the humorous ones?) - A Bunch of Ridiculousness

Don't mess with Dick from Jason's perspective. Jason, Dick, and Bruce - Dig Down Deep

Accurate fic about batfamily's reaction to Dick dating Joey - Families Ever Changing

AU: Justice League meeting Nightwing focusing on Dick, Bruce, and Barry - Starry eyed

(Sorry had to slip another one in) JL's reaction to Dick - Your call may be interrupted

The batfamily will not let anyone take cover pictures of Dick - The annual Bludhaven firefighter's calander for charity

Another JLA story. Dick was a wild child nightmare robin - Adventures in batsitting

[marinettesaltprompts]

Inspired by one of maribat-menagerie's proposals

One of the big things that happen in almost every Maribat fic is Adrien getting stripped of his Miraculous so a batboy can be the Black Cat. But you could actually play with this idea of Adrien becoming Catwoman's apprentice/accomplice:

The story starts in stereotypical Maribat fashion with Marinette feeling unappreciated for her efforts and easily falling for whatever Batboy came into town to solve all her problems. Things progress as normal: Robin uncovers Gabriel, Lila gets sent packing and Adrien gets thrown to the wolves because he didn't do what the Batboy did- left to enjoy the association of being Hawkmoth's son while losing Plagg.

Because it turns out that Ladybug does actually believe in the idea that the holders of creation and destruction are soulmates, just not with him.

Anyhow normally this is where Adrien's story in a Maribat fic would end. He's condemned to a mundane life of public disgrace and suffering while Marinette goes to Gotham to live the superhero dream.

But not this time. Sure, Marinette leave with her Box and the Ring now fits on Robin's finger, but Adrien's not quite done. Sure it seems that way and as he retreats from public life under the heat of condemnation he falls into a deep depression. He's lost everything. His friends (can't be associated with Hawkmoth's son). His family (Nathalie is probably dead, Gabriel is in prison forever and The Gorilla needs employment after all). Even his home was seized by the The State- if not for a small trust fund Nathalie had had the foresight to set up for him he'd have nowhere to live at all.

The best he can do is live in an old house far in the countryside, hoping that people won't recognize him with his dyed black hair. At this point, all Adrien has to his name of his old life are his parents rings- one last gift snuck to him by Nathalie. Holding a secret within whose revelation robbed him of even his humanity.

It seems that after everything he did to try and make a life for himself outside of his gilded cage, he's doomed to spend his life in this new one. A cage made of crumbling old walls who were his only protection from a hostile world beyond them.

At least until one day, a certain Cat shows up. Not Plagg as Adrien dreamed of seeing again, or even the Robin who appeared in his nightmares to taunt him, but the infamous antihero Catwoman.

She' was surprised that he noticed her sneaking in, but Adrien's senses were still sharp from his time as Chat Noir. But it makes no real difference, one way or the other she's leaving with what she came for: The Graham de Vanily rings.

It turns out that his dear Auntie still wanted "her heirlooms" back, so she'd contracted Catwoman to go get them. Normally she wouldn't take such contracts, but with the Bats having ready access to magical jewellery her usual picking grounds were becoming harder to play in.

This breaks something in Adrien. After everything he's lost, after everyone had abandoned him in one way or the other, after neither Felix or Amelie could be bothered to help him in his time of need they still wouldn't let him have his soul?

Catwoman seems bemused by his spluttering, but she's intrigued enough to let him elaborate. Adrien knows from one look at her that he has no chance of beating her in a fight anyway, she'd get his rings one way or the other so he might as well tell her the truth. It's not like he owed anyone his silence and no one had actually cared about his side of the story since he'd lost Plagg.

So he spills. He takes the chance to rant about his situation, how he'd tried his best to be Ladybug's partner but he'd been pushed away, sidelined without cause. how his parents had had a magical slave collar on him since his creation. How his friends had abandoned him, how Ladybug who'd promised him "them against the world" had dropped him like garbage the second she'd gotten a "better model".

Selena listens, but she also happens to know Marinette herself- at least through others and knows the story on both sides now. So she bemusedly tries to correct him- only to find herself corrected:

Catwoman: You didn't exactly try to help her that much did you though?

Adrien: Ladybug pushed me away every time I tried. But I was always there for her. Every time she needed someone to fall on his sword for a plan. Every time she needed a shield I used myself. The one time I failed to show up, she stopped calling on me and started using an entire team instead.

...

Catwoman: Were you really that great a partner though? Robin picked up the ring and did a better job than you did even though you'd had it for months, plus all the training as a holder the old Guardian gave you that Robin didn't have while he was in France.

Adrien: What training? Fu never trained me. I didn't even know he trained Ladybug. As for Robin, maybe the fact that he's been trained by Batman for years before he even came to Paris might play a factor?

You know, I had martial arts and acrobatics before I put on the ring but I'll bet training under "the dark knight" might just be a bit above that. Oh, and Ladybug actually told Robin things. I didn't even know about the Grimoire until after the last battle.

...

Selena: But what about your friends? I've done my research you know? They said you were two-faced and cowardly, you knew about Lila and did nothing. You got your friend Marinette to take the high road and do the same.

Adrien: Did nothing? As far as I knew when I gave that advice Lila was just lying for attention and the first time I tried to get her to stop she got Akumatised on the spot. Marinette was freaking out and acting crazy, the only thing she was doing was making herself look worse in front of the class and risking Lila getting Akumatised again. It was the best advice I could give her until Hawkmoth was captured, or unless someone could prove she'd done something bad enough to get her sent out of Paris.

But I did what I could.

When Lila got Marinette expelled, I was the one who stepped up and helped her. No one else. I couldn't prove anything. I'm not a Robin trained by the Greatest Detective in the world. But I knew what Lila wanted and I used myself as collateral to get her to stop.

And two-faced? That's rich from my "friends". I've had time to think and realise what they were doing all those times they left me and Marinette together. Even before they left me out to dry they treated me more like some prize for Marinette to win instead of a friend, it was all some big game to them.

Now none of them speak to me now that I'm not a rich-boy celebrity anymore. It's like they all decided that I'm responsible for their mistakes with Lila.

---

And so the conversation continues. For the first time, Adrien finally gets to tell his side of the story, even if it's to someone who came to rob him of the one thing of value he had left. And Selena... is intrigued.

She looks carefully over the boy. He's a pretty thing, but he's also clearly strong. There's still lean muscle on him despite the year trapped in this miserable little house. It suddenly strikes her ironically just how much like one of Bruce's Robin's he is- especially with his hair dyed black.

An athletic, intelligent young man made from birth to be a perfect heir to an evil father? One whose socialization had come far, far too late to be healthy? An echo of Damian.

All around her were cheap, but well-read books on an eclectic range of subjects. Tim would find plenty of common interests with this one.

The spark wasn't there now, not in this broken shell of a boy. But when Chat Noir had been in his prime even Dick would have found a cat-themed mirror for his puns and the sheer joy he took in his freedom as a superhero.

Thankfully there's precious little of Jason in him and the similarities to the rest of the bat-family faded from there. But it was undeniable how well he fit the shape of a Robin, even down to the lack of a family with Gabriel Agreste apparently having no interest in his son even before his life sentence.

But he wasn't a Robin now was he? He was a cat.

And in this place, in this dead-end of a life: he had nothing to lose.

Selena asks him for his rings.

Adrien, exhausted from his rant, simply hands them over. What would be the point in fighting?

But to his surprise: Selene doesn't leave or mock him or anything else that he expected. But rather she raises the rings to her skilled eyes to make sure she had the real things and then asks him a question;

Answer me; was anything you just said a lie?

Adrien is compelled to confirm that it was the truth.

Selena considers him once more. Considers his performance as Chat Noir again. Considers what he'd achieved without the training he should have had.

There was potential here. Potential that had been discarded and left to rot. Potential with no loyalties left to his family, friends or anything else. With a new name, a new mask: this boy could become to her what Bruce's Robins were to him.

And really, the Vanily's money couldn't really compare to what she could do with a kitten of her own. One with a bit of resentment ready to be aimed at Bruce's new foundlings that were annoying her so badly.

Selena: So Adrien, you were a bit of a rulebreaker once upon a time. Do you still have that in you?

It turns out that Adrien very much did.

Wonderful prompt! A lot of salt fic stories don't tend to focus on what would come after the story ends, it just assumes that anyone that isn't Marinette just lives miserably ever after. Having Adrien make a comeback without a even having a miraculous sounds actually dope.

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[francicide]

stuff i found from my very early 2023/late 2022 pronouny. uhh.

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NAMES

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Howard, whistler, vincent, edward, bruce, samuel, joesph, prophet, neo, norman, romeo, kingston, henry, jerome, jeremiah, carnival, jack, artie, amnesia, vegas, harvey, julie, jim, jason, louis, max, winston, lucky, pluto, allison, clarice, lora, hector, apollo, valentino, alastar, laurence, veronica, rosemary, victor, rouge, addison, francisco, wilson, oswald, william, sparky, frankie, rocket, fang, cat, lyric, scarlet, benny, junk, hyde, sadie, eight, domino, chance, roulette, asrael, mustang, molly, cameron, anubis, clark, kent, jake, steven, wasp, chrome, fred, spring, haywire, sunny, bonnie, ashton, renard, voss, nathaniel, oscar, peter, junebug, wombat, indiana, mortie, noir, vannie, cabbie, newton, lloyd, cherry, goldie, miguel, dave, bill, horror, confetti, muse

PRONOUNS

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he/him, it/its, ink/inks, sh?/h?r, h?/h?m, th☆y/th☆m, fle/flesh, rit/ritual, haha/haha, invest/investigate, cri/crime, myst/mystery, ax/axe, bit/bite, bon/bone, brai/brain, bug/bug, bu/burn, carni/carnivore, ch/chaos, chor/chord, clow/clown, clu/clue, core/cores, co/coin, dia/dial, foe/foes, fun/funs, goo/goop, gui/tar, gut/guts, hope/hopes, joke/jokes, lie/lies, lo/loop, lord/lords, mask/masks, mob/mobs, mon/ster, note/notes, officer/officers, or/organ, rabi/rabid, ret/ro, ring/rings, save/savior, shee/sheep, sheri/sheriff, skull/skulls, song/songs, ma/smart, star/fish, sta/static, tru/truth, wor/ship, i/me, h*/h*m, [redacted]/[redacted], @/@s, #/#s, ☆/☆s, 🦇/🦇s, 🥩/🥩s, 🔪/🔪s, 🕊️/🕊️s/, 🐧/🐧s, dis/disease, abyss/abyssal, ae/aer, ang/angel, anim/animal, anti/antis, arcade/arcades, bari/baritones, a/aro, ay/am, bun/buns, bun/bunny, byte/bytes, cat/cats, choke/chokes, ci/cipher, cor/corpse, cor/corv, crea/create, creep/creeps, cry/cries, dae/dem, dead/deads, dea/death, doll/dolls, drop/drip, elec/tric, eu/euro, eye/strain, fa/faun, fla/flare, fi/fire, fix/fixs, fi/fizzy, fool/fools, four/fourth, fox/foxs, fluff/fluffs, fur/furs, gala/galas, gho/ghost, giggle/giggles, gli/glitch, gli/glitter, gi/grr, gore/gores, grime/grimes, hab/habit, heir/heirs, honk/honks, hy/hyena, hy/hym, hymn/hymns, hx/hxm, hum/hums, hu/hush, hyp/hyper, idol/idols, kin/kins, kni/knight, lol/lols, lost/sheep, lo/love, mad/mads, medi/medical, meow/meows, mim/mimicks, mir/miracle, moo/moos, moon/moons, mo/mourn, musi/music, ni/night, no/non, nov/nova, of/ofs, op/oprea, other/others, pain/pains, paw/paws, pos/sum, poison/poisons, polyb/polybius, rabbi/rabbit, racc/raccoon, rai/rains, ram/rams, rat/rats, rawr/rawrz, rep/tile, ribb/ribbit, rule/ruler, scene/scenes, sea/seas, se/ser, sly/slim, spark/sparks, star/stars, stim/stims, survivor/survivors, syn/synth, the/then, thou/thee, vamp/vamps, voi/voids, vi/rus, were/wolf, whisp/whisps, wing/wings, woo/wools, wol/wolf, wy/wire, wyv/wyvern, xe/xeno, xyz/xyz, you/your, ze/zer, kit/kits, thon/thons, eel/eels, pey/pen, pocket/pockets, chemic/chemical, moss/mosses, dem/demo, lin/linen, unknown/unknowns, hi/hiss, ith/iths, mal/ware, crow/crows, nor/mal, code/codes, cy/cyber, shark/sharks, woof/woofs, silly/sillys, .doc/.docs, .exe/.exes, k9/k9s, h3/h1m, sh3/h3r, 3rr0r/3rr0rs, 0/0s, 3/3s, 6/6/s, 7/7s, 9/9s, 𖤐/𖤐s, ███/███, 💤/💤s, 🐁/🐁s, 🎶/🎶s, 🐚/🐚s, 🕹️/🕹️s, 🪱/🪱s, 🩹/🩹s, 🐍/🐍s, 💉/💉s, 🧿/🧿s, ✒️/✒️s, ⛓️/⛓️s, 🃏/🃏s, 🦴/🦴s, 🎭/🎭s, ☎️/☎️s, 🎲/🎲s, 🌕/🌖s, 🦈/🦈s

and ̴̡͈̜̙̜̫͉͈̲̺̦͕̦̳̒͌͐̓̉̆̀͆̓͘/̴̼̹͑ ̸̛̝̩̫̫̲̱̎͌̇̑̇̑̀̕̕/̵̤̺̣̝͙̱̙͋̋̍̈́̓̽ ̶̛͇̙̺͔̬͓̼̭̭̞̗͖̙͗́̎̆͛͌͝ ̶̨̬̙̤͍̮̗̙̟͉̊͑ͅ/̴̧̧̲̟̏̎͒̍̕

TITLES

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The creature, prn who loves glitchcore, prn who embodies retrocore, prn who loves aesthetics, the creature, prn who is an angel, prn who loves obscure media/things, the loud one, the roleplayer, prn before who prn is now, prn who loves 2010 (games).

[kohabielnin]

Truth & Inference headcanons working together

It's been a while since I wanted to put down on paper all the knowledge I have about the Truth & Inference universe, so… here it is

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• As a famous nobleman and art teacher, in front of others he treats you well and pleasantly, not so much when behind closed doors,

• He often sends you on missions with Noir or simply to come if Gatto is okay,

• Even though it doesn't seem like much, he actually cares about you, always teasing you and things like that,

• If you stay in the same environment as him, Noir and Tuberose, the only one who will defend you will be Noir because both Tuberose and D.M will provoke you,

• D.M is like a devil in human skin, but anyway he thinks you are a very important person in his life and will take care of you,

• He often likes to show you off as his, even though you are just an employee at his service, he is very proud of the little mouse he has in his hands

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• Gatto is by no means a person who enjoys company other than four-legged furry ones, but after so long he has learned not to care so much about you,

• Cat and the other kitties seem to just love you, so it makes Gatto feel a little better around you,

• Both you and him share the fear of being left alone with Tuberose,

• As you have a degree in chemistry, he usually asks for your help when he has some difficulty in an experiment,

• Usually trusts you to make his coffee and look after Cat while he's away,

• You are the only person he trusts to tell you that he has been leaking information about D.M to Sir Inference and you don't really care about it, but you still promised to keep it secret from the others for the safety of the Silent Rebel

Tuberose/Jack

• As soon as D.M told him that you would be his partner, be sure he held back a lot until the day he could have your confidence to tease you,

• Generally he likes to talk about Lady Rosemary and you can be sure that this conversation only ends when you end up sleeping,

• Even though he is an idiotic provocateur, he is very kind when he wants to be,

• As I said, he has his moments of kindness, presenting you with flowers, but then he goes back to teasing you again if he sees your face flushed,

• Pray you never have him and D.M in the same room, they both love to tease you,

• We all know that Tuberose is a hot man, and he clearly knows that so the normal tease he uses on you is just how you look at his six-pack on display.

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• You and him always worked together because you both wanted to, not at D.M's request,

• Since you've known each other since you were children, it's as if you two can read each other's minds and that helps a lot when it comes to getting your hands dirty,

• It's not just him who has a certain affection for you, Leon your falcon also likes you a lot and likes to receive affection from you,

• D.M lets the two of you stay together because he says Noir is happy in his company and performs great on missions when he's by his side,

• Of course, not everything is a bed of roses, after all, there isn't a day that goes by that Tuberose doesn't tease you because of his childhood relationship with Noir,

• In the same way that Tuberose provokes you, Noir always appears at the right times to save you, of course, not before giving beautiful answers to Tuberose

Lady Truth/Emma Woods

• You, her and Mr. Inferece met at the orphanage and have been together ever since.

• She is very affectionate and dedicated to her two childhood friends, so there won't be a day that goes by that you are sad that she doesn't try to make a smile appear on your face,

• Unlike Mr. Inference, she is not as serious and is more relaxed, trying her best to make the agency's atmosphere light,

• She loves to surprise you with her favorite snack at least one day a week, it only changes when it's your birthday week which is every day and on your birthday she throws a surprise party for you,

• When it comes to investigations, she relies heavily on her deductive potential, so while she looks for clues, she usually lets you come up with the line of reasoning to solve the case,

• Once a month she changes the flowers in the vase on her table, always to her favorite flowers.

Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar

• He always saw you as a little brother/sister,

• Even with his serious demeanor, he cares a lot about you and often asks if you're okay,

• When the two of you are alone, he often shares his concerns about D.M.

• Usually you, him and Lady Truth go to events as guests and you can be sure that you are the only person who can calm him down when they meet D.M,

• D.M, in turn, really likes to provoke the detective and you, which clearly doesn't come very cheaply to the count,

• As your relationship with him is long-standing, you understand each other without needing words and he also trusts your deduction a lot.

White/Saphir Mélodis

• He is always extremely affectionate with you,

• You two haven't known each other long, but you feel like you've known each other for a long time,

• His owl also loves to sit on his shoulder and receive affection,

• He usually sleeps at work, according to him it's a nap to work better, but he usually keeps muttering things like "I really like your company" and things like that while he calls your name in his sleep,

• On his days off he loves going out with you to a park and being able to sleep under a tree on your lap, according to him it's a moment of peace for him,

• There's no denying that he's extremely cute, and sometimes he uses that to his advantage to get your attention.

[amoebaforce]

Cat/Mouse is officially LIVE!

Cat/Mouse is the story of Nadine, a human bounty hunter, and the alien art thief she's contracted to catch. Nadine expects an easy job, but when the pair's first encounter takes a heated turn, both women suddenly find themselves players in a very dangerous game.

This noir-tinged sci-fi novella packs a lot into 18,000 words: sapphic yearning, analog future tech, an art heist... even a poodle.

Kindle and paperback copies are available here!

[skellseerwriting]

Miraculous Ladybug AU Headcanons

Cat Noir!March x Ladybug!Reader

Art of March’s costume!

Word Count: 700

Content & Warnings: does not take place in France/Miraculous’s world, canon-typical cringe magic (/aff), rewrote/altered world building and names and other stuff for none other than personal preferences (and originality), one slightly inappropriate joke

Summary: Currently in college, you and March get your backstory on how you become superheroes

You and March first met each other in Mistria University. He was brash and vocal about his dislike for you (as he often acted towards other people) due to you being an A+ student and getting class valedictorian

you took it in stride however and continued to be nice to him, which knocked him off his rocker and made him readjust his behavior

whats more, is that it quickly made him fall for you. Anyone else would ignore him for his rudeness, but you stuck around. You became friends with him

Around the same time this went down, you found a dragon statue on your college campus. It was rundown, obscured, and covered in leaves and debris

You spent the rest of your day cleaning it up and working on the foliage around it to attempt to restore the hidden space to its former glory. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked a whole lot better than it did before

Once you were done, the statue spoke to you, and introduced itself as “Calderus”. You were in too much shock to do anything but listen, so by the time he somehow gifted you a pair of earrings, your legs regained control of themselves

The next day, March found the same area and the statue. He saw the cracks in the stone and thought it such a shame to see a once-beautiful work fall from grace

Using the metal forge that he accesses for one of his courses, he created silver filaments to bring back . With some tools, he was able to roughly fill in Calderus’s cracks and offer his stone form a tiny bit more support

Grateful to have this beautiful addition added to him, Calderus did the same thing to March as he did to you; explaining the Miraculous and their purpose

March scoffed, said he didn’t believe this was happening, and left; denying the gift that he was offered

Later that day, some type of monster started wreaking havoc on Alderia city, and March paled as he tried to deny it all to himself the whole time

When you saw the news, you steeled yourself and did as Calderus told you to summon your Kwami and transform; willing to fulfill your duty to protect the city

The increased strength this form gave you was a huge surprise (though not unwelcome), but it still wasn’t enough for you to take the large creature down. You were getting exhausted and pretty banged up

March saw you and what was happening on the news, and he remembered what Calderus said to him about there being another one chosen just like him. Grumbling to himself, he sprinted to the statue to grab the silver ring he was offered

Calderus thanked him for his bravery, and after informing him on how to transform, March quickly left to jump over rooftops and reach the battlefield

He complained to himself the whole way, muttering things like “how come I was the one to be chosen and not somebody else”

Then, he found you. Or rather, you got thrown into him. You both crashed against a brick wall

His stubbornness returning to him, March yelled at you for hitting him. You just ignored him and stood up to dust yourself off

giving him some brief information about the monster, you told him you needed to work together to defeat it

”So you’re worthless without me huh?” He meant to insult when he said it, but you just smiled at him and winked

”Oh yeah,” you teased him. “I need you so bad.”

He just scoffed at your joke and got out his weapon. Readying himself, you both prepared to face the creature

”I’m Lady Bird.” You told him, bringing your fists up in an attack stance; overlooking the edge of the building while little beetle wings fluttered on a round pack on your back

Hesitantly glancing at you, he second-guessed what he should say. Looking down at his clawed hands, he saw embers spark out of the pads. His weird ears flicked

getting into a similar stance, he stood next to you; ready to take town the monster. He could do this. He would do this.

”I’m Cinder Cat.”

Taglist: March FoM

@itsabea @theloserqueen @moonfiresonorant @turdofanerd @mariusvonhangme

@susanatactica @anomiatartle @apric-t @starsdrawnpastel

@thatonenewjerseychick @smoochi-march

[child0feden]

me to my family: hey guys, i kind of only really want like, four CDs for christmas this yea-

my family:

little christmas haul under the cut hehe ^w^

seriously, who the hell told my mother ( and the rest of my little family ) that i have been a good girl this year because you lied to her! i have spent the latter half of this year writing fanfiction about the most devilish men, i have not been a good girl at all :(

i think i might have almost all CDs by aura noir now though i might ( probably am ) wrong? either way i am super happy about it ( and all of the other CDs i got ) because urgh i just absolutely love aura noir so much!

my grandmother was the one who gifted me every single one of these cat books lolol… she really just gets my depressed little cat lady lifestyle like no other…

and stellar blade yippeee! i knew my mother was being overly weird and cagey when i was talking to her about buying it for myself hehe

both of the peaceville compilation CDs are… just so jam packed full of absolutely amazing bands and songs T_T

anyways, i hope all of you guys had as much of an amazing little christmas day as i did! i had a great dinner with my family though i ended up kind of feeling sick after eating it lolol, happy holidays <3

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Even Serial Killers Sleep

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Words: 805

Summary: Being the only solace for a man with murderous tendencies isn’t alway easy, but for you, it’s worth it. 

Notes: Nothing to see here. *cough* Just move along. (Look, I’ve accepted my obsession with him at this point. Let me write my little psycho fluff pieces.)

More 80s/90s movie imagines: HERE

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Okay, maybe you should have been asleep. 

No, you definitely should have been asleep. It was almost four in the morning and you had class in just a few hours. 

You had tried, of course. But no matter how long you laid in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, the streetlights outside casting shadows off your blinds like the cucoloris of old noir films, you just couldn’t get your brain to shut the fuck up and turn off. 

When you heard the quiet click of your apartment door open and close, any drowsiness that might have crept into your wired mind dissipated with a shot of adrenaline. 

You lived alone. 

Your hand reached for the kitchen knife your boyfriend told you to keep by your bed, knocking your alarm clock off the nightstand in the process. The plastic device clattered to the floor, a chunk of the corner cracking off and spitting across the room. 

“Shit,” you winced. 

Footsteps creaked just outside your door. Your heart pounded in your chest. The doorknob turned slowly. You held the knife out in front of you with a trembling hand, ready to cut down whatever psycho was on the other side. 

The door swung open, revealing black boots, dark-wash jeans, and a t-shirt covered in blood. 

You let the knife fall to your side with a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, it’s just you.”

Mickey’s shoulders fell. “Just you? I just killed two co-eds and all you have to say is it’s just you? What the fuck, babe?”

“Sorry,” you giggled, standing on your toes to kiss him on the cheek, “I just thought you were, well, a serial killer.” 

“Honey,” his Cheshire cat grin made your stomach flutter, “I am a serial killer.” 

You put your hands on your hips. “Well, are you here to kill me or  go to sleep?”

He frowned, kissed your forehead, and slipped past you into the bedroom. He took off his boots and looked ready to climb under the covers. 

“Ah ah,” you exclaimed with a scolding glare. You pointed to his bloodstained t-shirt. “Not on the bed, please, baby.” 

Mickey grabbed onto the back collar and pulled it over his head. He tossed it into the trash to be burned later. He stripped to his boxers and fell back onto the bed. 

“Happy?” He snarked. 

“Thank you.” You smiled and jumped in beside him.

Mickey pulled you up against his bare chest, arms locking around you like he didn’t want to let go. You pressed your lips to his collarbone. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

He shrugged. “Eh. It was kinda boring. Too easy. When the one went to get beer, she even said ‘I’ll be right back.’ I mean, that’s breaking the biggest rule of all horror movies.” 

“I’m sure that’s what she was thinking when you stabbed her.” 

He craned his neck to look at you. “Are you making fun of me?” 

“...” You walked your fingers up his sternum. “No.” 

Hands gripped your hips and in one swift motion, you were on your pack with a pair of dark, menacing eyes hovering over yours while his body pinned you down. 

You probably should have been scared, with images of his hand, which now gripped your wrist, taking a blade and killing your classmates. But you just weren’t. Craziness and all, he was your Mickey. And he knew that better than anyone. 

His lips crashed into yours, fueled by frustration at first, but then morphing into something sweeter. Soft. He wasn’t that way with anyone but you. When he pulled away, you tried to hold back a yawn. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. 

“Maybe we should-” Yawn. “Get some sleep,” you said. 

Mickey curled up beside you with his head on your stomach, tracing lines over the fabric of your nightshirt- which was one of his stolen t-shirts. 

“Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He asked. 

You ruffled his brown hair and smirked. “Because if you were going to kill me, you would have by now.” 

He pouted his lips, crawling his way back to yours. He nipped at your neck and spoke with that slight whine you couldn't help but smile at. 

“Maybe I’m building up to it.” 

You tugged on his hair slightly, making him bite a little bit harder. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Mickey looked up at you, his usual goofy grin returning. “When you least expect it.” He jabbed his fingers into your sides, making you squeak. 

“Mickey!” You squealed. 

He switched off the light with his best mock-evil laugh. You rolled on top of him, legs on either side of his hips. 

“Who’s the helpless victim now?” You challenged. 

He sat up, flipping you onto your back once again with impressive speed. “Try again?” 

“Please don’t kill me, mister Ghostface,” you teased. 

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. 

So much for getting some sleep. 

[loweya-blog]

The SoloCase

(This is going to have a noir theme so please bare with me.)

The city of the Devildom was never quiet. If there wasn't some sort of chaotic demons causing havoc, then there were walking dolls or swapped bodies or just Mammon. The city was never safe. That is why the city needed you, Detective MC. You were nursing a glass of Devil on the Beach, a mocktail Asmo made for you when he heard you were "playing detective". They just didn't understand. Except for Satan. But he was busy. Besides him, nobody ever understood what it meant to be a detective. You were.....an outcast.

And mostly everybody else was busy so you were bored.

Then.... HE walked in. That handsome dame who always brought trouble along with that slutty sorcerer waist of his. His hair was as white as the snow and those eyes, full of mischief. Not to mention how beneath his cape his black shirt and pants hugged him so tightly you could see the outline of almost everything.

"What are you looking at, MC?" Solomon asked.

You quickly averted your eyes.

"Nothing. What brings you here, Solomon?" You ask then take a sip of the mocktail.

"I'm afraid I need your help," He said with a mysterious smile.

What did he have to smile about?

"My latest creation has gone missing. I don't know who would possibly steal one of my delicious meals but it's gone missing. I need your help to find it."

Oh Diavolo, not one of his meals. There was always trouble packed into the abominations he made, though he always made it with love.

"Why should I take the case?" You asked.

"I'll teach you how to use magic to transform your backpack into a jetpack."

"Done."

It was time to investigate. You went to his place, asking each of the Purgatory Hall guests questions and gathering alibis. Then, investigating the crime scene. Beyond the missing plate of food, there was nothing. You had no choice but to expand the search.

"Any suspects yet?" Solomon asked with a playful smile.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that everybody was a suspect. Anybody who knows of Solomon's terrible cooking would have a motive.

"Mammon," You list instead, "If anybody steals, there's a good bet it's him. Besides even if he isn't the criminal he still might have information about the case."

As always, the big tsundere thieving cat of the devildom would have information. You and Solomon traveled to the casino together, Solomon choosing to carry you bridal style and teleport the both of you. He was oddly close today.

You paid it no mind as you went to confront Mammon.

"I wouldn't steal Solomon's food. Unless I wanted to sell it as poison online.....hey.....that's not a bad idea," Mammon said.

"Do you have any idea who WOULD steal the meal?" You demanded.

"Sorry. I got nothin' Oh! Wait! I do know that some meals have been goin missing from Hell's Kitchen. Maybe there's a food thief." Mammon explained.

With that, you and Solomon went off to Hell's Kitchen. You both investigated together as you learned the meals of the kitchen kept going missing. You discovered a group of gluttony demons had been swiping food. Solomon used his magic to track them down and asked you to focus on trying to find the food. You waited for him to return but after thirty minutes, realized he was taking a long time. So you sent him a text.

MC: Hey where are you?

Solmon: Got kidnapped by the gluttony demons

MC: WHAT?! I'm on my way!

Solomon:

When you arrived, you expected Solomon to be held down with the power of the suns. You knew how strong of a sorcerer he was. There was hardly anything that could stop him. Perhaps they had gotten some chains from the bottom of hell or used all the powers of the three realms....

Instead, it was just two pieces of duct tape holding his wrists together. Solomon sat calmly with a cheeky smile on the alley floor as he was surrounded by short gluttony demons. That son of a-

You knew for a fact he only let himself get captured so you could save him.

"Aren't you going to save me, my wonderful apprentice?" He asked with that shit-eating grin.

With a sigh, you used your magic to teleport Solomon by your side, which he seemed rather pleased about.

"You've been hanging around Asmo too much," You declare.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

After freeing him from the oh so powerful duct tape, you both kicked the asses of the smaller gluttony demons and forced them to tell you where the stolen food was. You found everything but Solomon's meal. Luckily you got a free one from Hell's Kitchen as thanks for stopping the thieves.

The two of you returned to the original crime scene. You were stumped. There were no clues and the one lead you had turned out to be an entirely different case. A sigh escaped your lips. Who would even want to steal the food? You'd already checked all the trash cans so the only person who'd steal the food was someone who was willing to keep it. Raphael was the only one who ate Solomon's dishes but he was on a trip to the Celestial Realm. He and Solomon were the only ones who even liked the food....

Wait.....

Solomon....

He'd been oddly calm for someone who claimed to be stolen from. And you knew for a fact his powers were more than strong enough that he could probably track it down himself.

That meant....

You got up suddenly and walked over to the Purgatory Hall fridge and opened it. Inside, hidden behind some of the other meals, was a plate with the grossest looking noodles and veggies that you could imagine.

"....So it was you all along." You say to Solomon.

"I knew you'd figure it out, my clever apprentice." He said.

He was only inches away from you as you closed the door to the fridge.

"But....why? Why would you steal your own dish?"

"I wanted to have a reason to spend time with you. And it worked. I got all day, just you and me."

"You clever bastard."

You leaned in, giving him a small kiss, clearly catching him off guard for once. He smiled.

"If you're still hungry, we can finally have that meal we've been chasing after all day."

And just like that, you were doomed. At least you got a kiss before you were poisoned!

The End.

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

@kirshimadenkisero

[snowflake-bah]

hello〜!! could we request silco and jinx packs? both level two =(^.^)=

𝜗𝜚 PACK # 007 – silco & jinx fictives

sure ! we ' re not too familiar with arcane though , but we ' ll try our best ^_^

silco

name ( s ) : silco , poison , aziel , vander , xavier , arsen , viper

pronouns : he / him , it / its , hy / hymn , hx / hxm , zy / zer , x / xx , x / xs , xyr / xym , se / syr , . / .s , chem / chemical , void / voids , dark / darkness , ruth / ruthless , crime / crimes , king / kings , poison / poisons , baron / barons , 🧪 / 🧪s , ⚙️ / ⚙️s , ⛓️ / ⛓️s , 💊 / 💊s , 🩸 / 🩸s

age : 40s / ageless

gender ( s ) : agender

orientation ( s ) : biromantic , omnisexual ( fem pref ) , acespike

role ( s ) : persecutor , memory holder , apathy holder , physical protector , logician

source ( s ) : silco – arcane

personality : cold , emotionless , calculating

likes : jinx , knives , being in control

dislikes : being ridiculed , ships including silco that aren ' t silco x jinx

hobbies / interests : playing chess , reading ( mostly poetry )

kintypes : bat , raven , robot

aesthetic : elegant , academia / dark academia

music taste : darkwave , dark / noir jazz

typing quirk : proper grammar

positive triggers : jinx content , knives

species : chemically altered human

appearance :

signoff ( s ) : 🗡 , 🧪 , ⚙️ , ⛓️ , 💊 , 🩸 , 📜 , 🔪

jinx

name ( s ) : jinx , pandora , raven , aiden , hecate , desdemona , nyx , esme , trixie , maverick

pronouns : she / her , he / him , they / them , it / its , xe / xem , xe / xyr , xyr / xym , ze / zir , hy / hym , zhe / zher , shi / hir , hi / him , !t / !ts , ! / !s , jinx / jinxs , void / voids , chaos / chaotic , punk / punks , may / hem , gadget / gadgets , ne / on , neon / neons , pow / pows , pew / pews , boom / booms , explosion / explosions , blue / blues , cy / cyber , cyber / cybers , 💙 / 💙s , 🖤 / 🖤s , 🦈 / 🦈s , 🎱 / 🎱s , 💣 / 💣s

age : 21 – 27

gender ( s ) : agender / bigender / genderfluid / non – binary , boomgender , explosiongender , jinxcharic

orientation ( s ) : biromantic , omnisexual ( fem pref ) , nebulaaroace , demisexual , aroaceflux

role ( s ) : avenger , physical protector , anti - romanticist , memory holder , BPD symptom holder

source ( s ) : jinx – arcane

personality : chaotic , unpredictable , impulsive , unstable

likes : chaos , video games , bright colors , arguing with people while knowing cyber ' s right , sharks , daydreaming

dislikes : boredom , rules , being ignored

hobbies / interests : playing video games , drawing

kintypes : shark , black cat , chaos

aesthetic : punk / cyberpunk , neon , grunge , chaoscore

music taste : punk , rock , metal

typing quirk : types in all lowercase , types in all uppercase when excited , sometimes types in blue and / or italics , misspells words , spaces out punctuation , adds ones between exclamation marks , sometimes changes s to z

positive triggers : sharks , video games , mentions of 🦈 ' s source

species : human

appearance :

signoff ( s ) : 💙 , 🖤 , 🦈 , 🎱 , 💣 , 🗡 , 🪦

[ilikekidsshows]

I think it's wild how the show gaslight the audience into believing Marinette as the great leader, a caring partner, best love interest etc etc when she's not. The fandom also doesn't help in this matter since any reasonable criticism to her character means flame and people who doesn't like Marinette is misogynist incel who couldn't handle to see a strong female lead while I'm here be like : strong female lead, where? 🧐

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Time times Marinette didn’t act like the sole flawless hero protagonist she supposedly is until someone else gave her a proverbial kick in the butt or patted her on the head and called her a good girl first:

Pharaoh: The mere mention of other Ladybugs makes Marinette mope and Tikki has to shower her in praise to get her over it

Evillustrator: Cat Noir has to tell her that it's her job to protect Chloé from the super villain that wants to hurt her and she still abandons her duty

Rogercop: Accuses everyone else of being a thief to cover her own skin, and only realizes how bad that was when her dad pointed it out

Lady Wifi: Cat Noir has to help her focus on the job while he’s the one injured

Origins: Both her dad and Cat Noir comfort her after she felt like she failed

Antibug: Refuses to listen to the obvious clue Chloé gave to her about where her best friend’s Akuma would be, and when Cat Noir pointed this out, she gave excuses

Antibug (again): Antibug is threatening to kill Cat Noir, but she wouldn’t even try to save him because she wasn’t transformed until Tikki told her to

Volpina: Was instantly ready to give up her Miraculous to Volpina at the mere chance that she had the real Adrien as a hostage, even as Cat Noir was right next to her pointing out it was more likely to be an illusion

Zombizou: Cat Noir is busy holding off the zombie horde and still has to tell Ladybug to buck up and go do her job instead of standing around and getting mind controlled too

Chameleon: Tikki pep talks Marinette out of an Akumatization

Mayura: She’s is ready to pack up and go home until Cat Noir gives her a pep talk 

Miraculer: Cat Noir tells Ladybug that she has to tell Chloe she's off the team but she still won't do it

Gamer 2.0 Cat Noir gets Ladybug in the zone to actually beat Gamer in his own game 

Ladybug: Tikki comes up with the idea to clear Marinette's name

Heart Hunter: Luka comforting Marinette when she has a mental breakdown

Miracle Queen: Cat Noir gives Ladybug a pep talk after Fu gets captured to get her to save him

I have said it before and I will say it again: Ladybug has never managed to win the day on her own when there’s an extra tense situation / a season finale going on. Heck, season 5 showed us that, when she tried to, she lost and the world was destroyed. Ladybug is not a self-made hero who never needs support.

There's nothing wrong with needing other people’s help and support to do things; humans are incredibly social creatures and there’s evidence that taking care of each other is exactly why we’ve come so far as a species. However, when you write a protagonist who needs support every fifth time to even get her to attempt to accomplish her hero goals, you lose the right to claim she never needs help and always accomplishes everything on her own. The problem with Marinette isn’t that she needs help; it’s that she actively leans on other characters for support and then turns around and claims she never does that and always takes everything on alone.

Once again, the writers are lying about what happens in their own show. They can’t commit to depicting Marinette a certain way. They can’t decide if Marinette needs support or if she’s a lone girlboss who never needs anything from anybody. They want the projecting audience to view her as the latter in order to sell the power fantasy, but they also want her to get sympathy from the audience through making her vulnerable constantly. The end result is that it makes her come across as a lying showboat when her actual accomplishments don’t match her claims. 

Marinette is like a showrunner who goes on interviews to talk about how much she contributed to the creation process and never mentions anyone from the production crew by name, because she’s the leader and that means all the praise should go to her. Just like her dad, am I right?

[marinettesaltprompts]

The Perfect Partner (Part 1)

Prompt by @ironicreality

So, this one is another “be careful what you wish for, you might just get it” with Marinette replacing Chat Noir for a ‘better partner’: but with a twist.

Marinette replaces Chat Noir, with *Cat Walker*. And she does, in fact, get everything she actually wanted.

Also: it turned out to be less of a prompt and more of a slightly-summarised fic.

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The story begins in an unusual place. Adrien wakes up to his now usual routine, bright and early to get ready for his day of photoshoots, school and extra-curricular activities.

Adrien doesn’t really understand *why* he needs to go to school, since most of the other kids in his class don’t really seem to like him, even if the rest of the school treats him like a celebrity. For some reason the class president and her clique seemed had a bone to pick with him, and like an army the class had locked ranks around him with social isolation and cold indifference for whenever he dared to send out a social feeler.

Oh well: whatever it was, it was probably something he’d remember sooner or later. For all he knew he and Marinette were childhood rivals or something, she and CHloe didn’t get along either and apparently he and the blonde girl had been friends from when he was small, until something else that year had spoiled it.

Another thing he’d have to hope he remembered. But it wasn’t like that was a novelty, he had a whole list.

After all, it had only been a month since he’d woken up without any memories to speak of.

—

According to his father’s assistant, he’d been found in a park in the rain. There was sign of a scuffle, but there was nothing missing apart from a novelty ring the assistant said he’d “picked up from somewhere”. Adrien’s finger had had a band of paler skin, so that lined up: but there was no way for him to be sure of that, or much anything else.

Because when he’d woken up; he’d had no idea even who *he* was. Amnesia with no diagnosable cause, according to the physicians the man who’d identified himself as his father had hired.

It was all a bit suspicious, but there was nothing else for it. ‘Adrien’ had had to pick up the life of the boy he’d been, and for the most part he’d adjusted to it.

He and 'Father’ hadn’t really bonded, mainly because in the whole time Adrien was aware of they’d spent maybe ten minutes together. The man insisted that he go out and socialize (on an exacting schedule), but Adrien suspected that he just didn’t want his work interrupted Gabriel Agreste was the very picture of a workaholic 'auteur’ of the fashion world. He doubted they were close even before his 'accident’ anyway.

So school was lonely, home was lonely, even his room seemed set up to make him *feel* alone- but also weirdly like a gerbil in a cage with the massive windows with bar-like frames.

But ultimately Adrien didn’t fine himself minding that much. Whoever he was before, the Adrien of today didn’t have much attachment to these people. He sometimes wondered what his mother was like or why he’d apparently been close to the others, given how Gabriel had praised his new distance from them. But at the end of the day it didn’t change what was happening now.

And now he had to catch up on everything he’d forgotten; and his schedule was *packed* with all kind of extra-curriculars that Adrien as pretty sure were unneeded. Languages, sports, history, physics and more- it was *insane*.

…

Except for fencing. He liked fencing, something about it wasn’t just the usual uncanny sense of familiar, but was a nice mix of intellectual and physical stimulation and drew everything into a simultaneously simple and complex moment of win or lose.

And Adrien almost always *won*.

And there was a girl there, Kagami was her name: and she was *fun* to fight. She always looked at him with hard eyes, and gave him a true contest- not like the others. He was pretty sure she *hated* him, but…

Well. Adrien didn’t really care. It wasn’t a *nice* thing and he was pretty sure he should feel bad about that, especially since she was apparently his ex-girlfriend.

But she’d made no effort to explain anything to him before she’d nearly hurt them both in their first match together (apparently she was used to pushing the rules to the breaking point), so Adrien didn’t like her much either. And the fact that she seemed to take *offense* whenever he beat her only ticked his inner petty brat with spiteful glee.

(From what he heard the old Adrien didn’t take joy in that kind of thing; it wasn’t “brand friendly”. The new Adrien suspected that he just knew to hide it.)

So Adrien could honestly say that he’d found a bright spot in his otherwise quite dreary existence of; social isolation, a modelling job he was pretty sure he wasn’t getting paid for, and an endless parade of extra-curriculars that made him half-wish for another hospital stay to break it up.

But breaks weren’t a part of his schedule (he snuck a peak to be sure at one point- it was booked *three years* in advance, albeit with less specifics after the closest months). So that’s how his life would continue,

At least until that day.

—

There was Akuma attack. *Another* Akuma attack.

Apparently Paris was under siege (and had been for *some time*) by some Butterfly-themed villain who wen around mind-controlling people into terrorists and arming them with superpowers.

According to everyone else, this was normal.

Every other day this strange recluse sent out a magical butterfly no one could (or would) track and empowered a random person having a bad day, and then BOOM! A cartoony villain popped into existence and made everyone else have a bad day with varying degrees of *lethality*, and sooner or later Ladybug fixed everything.

Adrien couldn’t get his head around it. How the *hell* was this *normal*? Just having a bi-weekly terrorist attack that occasionally killed the entire city (from at least what he’d heard, luckily there hadn’t been “a big one” since he’d woken up).

You’d think people would be afraid, or disturbed by this regular insanity. Even *he* knew Paris was home to one of the most demanding populace’s on earth, but for some reason nearly *no one* was asking questions about how to find this “Shadowmoth”. The police weren’t doing anything publicly and none of the press were pressuring Ladybug in press conferences for what she was doing to actually *end* the threat the resident super-terrorist posed.

But Paris seemed united in its blind adoration for the spotted heroine,

Instead the whole thing was treated like a giant spectacle to be worked around like the many protests of the city.

What’s that? The trainline turned into gummy worms? Time to go get the bus!

The Police Force is under mind control again? Praise whatever dictator-of-the-day has them Goostepping and get to work!

Ladybug had *brought down a national monument* as part of her latest plan to stop a villain?

Just part of the show apparently.

(Adrien *very* much doubted that every one of said monuments had been evacuated at the time).

The amnesiac boy felt like he was dreaming. Or like *he* was the insane one watching the crowds rushing to cheer Ladybug, or teens and kids comparing villains and fights like they were show matches.

Some part of him could actually understand *that* perspective:

The villains showed up up, Ladybug and team shortly followed, there w as a back and forth of varying degrees of property damage and then the magical ladybugs reset everything to the status quo.

Broken down to the basics, there was no real difference between one event or the other- it was just spectacle. A spectacle that involved the casual deaths and revival of dozens to millions of people depending on the Akuma.

As long as you weren’t bothered by that kind of thing, it was basically formula television. And if you *were*…

The best you could do was avoid the whole thing. Close your ears and leave it out of your mind.

To be fair to the masses though: he was pretty sure his old self had been every bit an indoctrinated fan as any other Parisian.

When he’d come home there had been superhero memorabilia on his walls, even figurines of Ladybug and her sidekick in his room- but Adrien kind of found it kind of tacky and put it all in a box. He thought that maybe he’d feel differently when his memories can back. But even before he’d grown his distaste for the whole phenomenon he’d felt the entire thing was just more celebrity culture; he was utterly soured on that by the second week he could remember.

(Apparently Ladybug had been struggle a bit more recently. Her cat-themed sidekick had stop showing up and been replaced by a rotating roster.)

In the end, all Adrien could do was accept it, put the whole thing out of his mind and hope that the entire fiasco respected his boundaries.

Unlike the hordes of pre-teens to adults who occasionally chased him down the streets like dogs chasing a rabbit.

(What the *fuck* was his life? How did 'Adrien Agreste’ get to this point!?)

Unfortunately for him; Dupont was one Shadowmoth’s *favorite* targets. Maybe the villain had a bone to pick with the elite- since the school was the favored choice of the wealthy in their Arrondissement. It wasn’t long before their school was caught in an attack.

The Akuma was some kind of rock monster, a rehash of an older villain from the half-awed, half-hysterical whispers of his classmates as they rushed to the windows to gawp with all the self-preservation of deer staring at oncoming traffic.

“Excuse me?” Adrien politely called out, “shouldn’t we be evacuating or-”

“But Ivan’s not Akumatized!” A classmate talked over the model, and as usual Adrien was ignored.

“Hawkie’s probably reusing his designs again-”

“Didn’t he upgrade to Shadowmot- oh hey this one *breathes fire*!”

Adrien resisted the urge to facepalm, and quickly headed out the classroom door. It was left open from when Marinette had left the room- because while she was anything but friendly (to him) she obviously had enough common sense to head to the evacuation area *before* the Akuma alert sounded.

To his surprise though, when he arrived at the evacuation zone outside of the main building there was no sign of her. Not even when the Alert finally called his classmates to the zone

What there *was* though, was muffled screaming.

Something deep and instinctive tugged inside Adrien’s chest.

“Oof, looks like Chloe’s gonna get this time.” A burly classmate frowned.

“She probably provoked it, like always.”

“She’ll be brought back either way.”

The class muttered around him, and Adrien found his hands shaking for some reason. Sweat beaded on his brow.

Adrien cast his eyes in the direct of the screams, and there- sure enough there was Chloe.

Further down the street, close to a now trashed limo, Chloe Bourgeoisie was trapped under a twisted railing. Just a little further away, stood the Golem-like Akuma.

“Ooohh, tough luck Chloe.” Another girl, (Alex?) shook her head. She saw Adrien’s worried look, “She’s cooked this time.”

“What- where’s the police?” Adrien stared in shock. “The military!?”

“Emergency services don’t get involved in Akuma attacks unless the Mayor orders it,” another classmate- Max (this time Adrien was certain)- spoke up.

“Chloe probably got caught before she could call Daddy!” Someone else laughed.

“She’s going to die!” Adrien pointed at the wailing girl in question.

“Yeah and she’ll get brought back.” Another classmate spoke up.

“There is a 98% chance of Chloe Bourgeoise’s restoration according to precedent.” The floating Robot near Max declared.

Adrien stalled for a moment, “… what’s the two percent deviation from?”

“There have been instances where *indirect* damage resulting from an Akuma has not been repaired by the ‘Miraculous Ladybugs’.” Markov explained. “As well as other unexplained anomalies.”

“She’ll be *fine*,” someone else insisted. “trust us model boy, everyone here has been brought back before. It’s no big deal.”

Adrien whirled on them, “*no big deal*, look at her!” He pointed again, even from afar it was clear Chloe’s face was streaked black from her mascara “So what if she ‘comes back’ or not-”

“The ladybugs will make it better-”

“Oh- *forget it*!” Adrien snapped, and started sprinting.

“What are you gonna do ad boy? No way you’re gonna-”

Adrien ignored whatever sharp remarks came his way as he bolted to the scene. Chloe was trapped under the twisted metal. She was silent now and staring forwards in numb shock. The limo was bent in a disturbing shape and red rivulets poured from a gory scene.

The Akuma’s glowing red eyes smouldered as it stared at him.

And Adrien, whatever else he might have been before his amnesia, was a nimble athlete, and sure as hell faster than a girl pinned by debris- he just had to draw the Akuma’s attention.

“Oh, does ad boy wanna be a morsel’ The thing drawled. “You’re gonna have to wait your turn, *Chloe’s* first!”

“What, can’t handle a moving target!?” The mockery slipped from his lips with that strange instinct. “what’s the matter? No cat and mouse for you, since you’re as slow as you’re *stupid!?*”

Flames literally erupted from the Akuma’s eyes and the game was on.

Something dangerously close to sanity screamed that clearly Adrien was the thick one here. But Adrien was fully aware of that, and instead put his wits and agility to better use by running back into the school. It was already evacuated, and there were plenty of spots to hide and dart between. Easy to cajole and taunt while avoiding a clear line of passage that would let the Akuma accelerate to him with ease, or catch him with flames.

In the two minutes it took Ladybug and her team to arrive, he’d nearly died five times, doing his best to survive with an improvised filter made from his shirt to avoid breathing in too much smoke and ash.

*“Adrien?”*

Oh look, the city’s celebrity heroine knew him. What a surprise, she must have seen a billboard at some point.

“Y-yes,” Adrien choked out, then spat out something dark from his throat. Something compelled him to be glib, and he idly pointed a thumb behind him towards the now mostly burnt out interior of Dupont “They’re that way.”

“Yes, I can see that. I just…” She at him like she’d seen a ghost.

If she’d been a little later, that would have been the case. But don’t worry, the ladybugs would’ve fixed everything right?

“Don’t you have a job to do?” Adrien grit his teeth behind his makeshift filter, but kept his tone professional. He’d already upset one person with superpowers today and it had nearly killed him.

“Yes- but I need someone to…” she griped for a moment and then tailed off as she stared at him. She looked him over and then pressed a communicator in her ear. “I think I have someone…

No- sort of, are you sure that-

Because it’s *him*.

Yeah. Just for today, not after. We’ll find someone permanent later but for now we need… look I’ll tell you later.” She sighed and pulled her finger from her ear, ending her conversation. “Listen, Adrien. Do you know what a Miraculous is?”

“The things that Shadowmoth wants?” Even Adrien knew that.

“Well, today…” she was biting her lip as she pulled out her (in)famous yoyo. “Today, and *only* for today I need you to use one.” The upward side opened to reveal a glowing light, and reached in to pull out a small box. She held it out to him.

He stared at it, “use it for what?”

“Just what you’ve been doing, keep the Akuma busy while we work on a plan.” There were sounds of battle further back in the school. “The Miraculous will make you stronger and faster, you’ll be able to fight them on the same terms!”

It *sounded* like the Akuma was winning, and easily. Not like her team was fighting anything close to an even battle.

“Don’t you need to be trained-”

“Just do what you were doing *before*!” She insisted, and practically pushed the box into his hands, “you were trying to help Chloe right? I can’t help her until the Akuma is beaten!”

Adrien remembered the bloody scene, and his fingers closed around the box.

Ladybug sighed in some weird mix of relief and resignation; “okay, good. Now: the Miraculous of the Black Cat will…” she paused “change the holder to look like my old teammate Chat Noir.”

She was lying. Adrien didn’t know how or why he knew, but some part of him felt certain she was trying to deceive him.

“Catcalysm is dangerous and you’d set off your timer, which we don’t want so don’t use his power. I’ll come and get the ring right after the fight is over,” she stared at him. “*So don’t try and keep it*.”

She was glaring at him now, “any questions?”

A few. More than a few; but there was only one thing that Adrien actually *needed* to know right now;

“How do I use it?”

Ladybug stared at him, then closed her eyes. “Just open the box, put the ring on and say ‘claws out’.”

Adrien nodded and cracked open he box to reveal a black ring within.

And was startled as a green orb float up between them and turned into a small talking cat.

“Adrien!” The thing gasped. “You’re-”

“He’s a temp.” Ladybug curtly interrupted. “Just a temp like any other.”

A floating thing from a magical object that knew his name, more questions, but Ladybug’s stony expression and the cracking of Dupont’s walls reminded him of what was at stake.

Ladybug could keep her secrets. There was a job to do.

“Excuse me,” Adrien reached under the ring and deftly slipped on the ring with one hand. For some reason it felt familiar. “Claws out.”

There was a flash of light, and a sudden sensation of both power and restriction tightly wound into every cell of his body.

“Cat Walker!?”

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So yeah, this one is going to be a long one. Maybe three parts but we’ll see. Not too much direct salt for this part so much as implied, but we’ll get to a full examination of just how we got to this point later.