#Her costume was my DREAM superhero outfit

[eyepatchdate]

ive had a ''fav superhero list" in my head for like a decade but im confirming it now. Dc only list: 1 is obviously superman. 2 is robin (all of them). 3 is blue beetle (also all of them). 4 is. Nightwing.

[natswife-marvelicious]

Ghosts, Goblins and Growing Closer

Plot: During Tony Stark’s extravagant Halloween party, you and Natasha share playful banter and subtle flirtation. The spooky atmosphere brings you closer, leading to a sweet, intimate moment where you both realize your growing feelings for each other.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,3k

Masterlist

The Avengers Tower was buzzing with excitement, decked out in orange and black for Tony Stark's infamous Halloween party. Cobwebs lined the ceiling, jack-o’-lanterns flickered from every corner, and ghostly decorations floated above the crowd. Tony had truly outdone himself this time, with a towering haunted house in the corner of the common area and a fog machine making the place feel like a spooky dream.

You walked through the sea of costumes, feeling the festive atmosphere. Everyone was in full party mode, Steve Rogers was dressed as a classic 1940s soldier, which earned a few chuckles, Thor sported a Viking costume, much to everyone’s amusement, and Tony? Well, Tony was, of course, dressed as himself. It was his party, after all.

The one person you were most excited to see, though, was Natasha Romanoff. You hadn’t had the chance to spot her yet, and there was an anticipation in your stomach as you searched the room. You knew she would look incredible, no matter what costume she chose, and the idea of spending Halloween night by her side had been your focus all week.

After a few minutes of wandering through the party, you finally saw her. Natasha stood by the bar, leaning against the counter in an all-black assassin outfit with sleek leather pants and a fitted top that hugged her figure. A playful black mask rested on her face, accentuating her mischievous smile. She looked drop-dead gorgeous, and your heart skipped a beat as your eyes locked.

“Hey, you,” she said, walking over with that signature swagger that left you feeling weak in the knees. “Nice costume.”

You looked down at your own getup. You had gone with something simple, an easy superhero-inspired costume, but the way Natasha’s gaze lingered made you feel like you were the only one in the room. “I could say the same thing. You look amazing.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “What, no tricks or treats for me?”

You grinned, stepping closer. “That depends. Do you deserve a trick or a treat?”

Natasha leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with playful amusement. “I’ll take my chances with the treat.”

Before you could respond, the room erupted in laughter as Tony announced the costume contest over the speakers. The Avengers gathered near the stage, some eagerly ready to show off their costumes. You found yourself standing next to Natasha, who glanced at you with a knowing look.

“Should we enter the contest?” she asked, tilting her head as if daring you.

“I don’t think we’d stand a chance against Thor’s Viking costume,” you joked, nodding in the god’s direction.

Natasha laughed softly. “True, but we’d definitely win ‘Best Duo’.”

Your heart fluttered at the idea of being a duo with her, even if it was just for the contest. Before you could think too much into it, Natasha gently grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the stage. She waved off the contest, dragging you toward the quieter side of the room, away from the loud music and flashing lights.

“I thought we were entering the contest,” you teased as you followed her lead.

She shrugged with a sly grin. “Changed my mind. Besides, I’d rather spend the night enjoying the party with you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. This was what you loved most about Natasha—her ability to make even the most extravagant parties feel intimate and personal. The rest of the room melted away as you found yourselves in a cozy corner, watching the others dance and mingle.

Nearby, Sam was challenging Bucky to a pumpkin carving contest, and Steve watched in amusement, his arms crossed as he shook his head at their friendly banter. Wanda and Vision were mingling near the snack table, sharing a laugh as they tried out Tony’s over-the-top Halloween-themed treats. It was a lively night, but with Natasha beside you, everything felt a little warmer, a little brighter.

Natasha turned toward you, her gaze softening as the noise of the party faded into the background. “You know, this is the first Halloween I’ve actually celebrated in… well, a long time.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised. “Not even as a kid?”

She shook her head. “Not many trick-or-treating opportunities when you’re raised in the Red Room.”

The weight of her words settled between you, and you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for this moment. Natasha had been through so much, and yet here she was, standing next to you, making the best of a night filled with silly costumes and haunted house decorations.

“Well, I’m glad we’re making up for lost time,” you said softly, reaching out to take her hand.

Natasha’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, something deeper than the playful banter that had filled the night so far. She laced her fingers with yours, her grip firm yet gentle. “Yeah, me too.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the proximity and the unspoken connection between you. It was as if the party continued on without you, a blur of laughter and music while the world narrowed to just you and her.

“I’m not much for big parties,” she admitted after a while, her voice quiet yet sincere. “But I’m glad I came to this one.”

“Because of the company?” you asked, unable to keep the teasing tone out of your voice.

Natasha smirked, but her eyes were soft. “Maybe.”

Just as you were about to respond, Tony’s voice boomed across the room once again, calling everyone’s attention. “Alright, everyone! Gather around for the haunted house tour! Who’s ready to get spooked?"

The crowd cheered, and you saw Thor raise his hammer, clearly ready for the challenge. You turned to Natasha with a grin. “What do you say? Want to check it out?”

Natasha looked skeptical, but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. “You know I don’t scare easily, right?”

“Yeah, but you haven’t been through one of Tony’s haunted houses yet,” you quipped, tugging her toward the entrance.

The haunted house was exactly what you’d expect from Tony Stark: over-the-top, high-tech, and filled with more jump scares than necessary. As you navigated through the dark corridors, fog swirling around your feet, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Natasha, true to her word, didn’t flinch once, though she did smirk at your startled reactions a few times.

At one point, you found yourselves in a narrow hallway, the only light coming from flickering candles mounted on the walls. Natasha stepped closer, her shoulder brushing against yours, and despite the eerie atmosphere, you felt nothing but warmth.

“This is ridiculous,” she whispered, though there was amusement in her voice.

“Completely,” you agreed, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of being in this moment with her.

As the haunted house came to an end, you emerged back into the brightly lit common area, where the party had picked up once again. Tony was handing out awards for the costume contest, and the music had resumed, filling the space with a lively beat.

Natasha turned to you, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Alright, I’ll admit, that was kind of fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

Before you could say more, Natasha stepped closer, her hand finding yours once again. “Thanks for sticking with me tonight,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the music.

You squeezed her hand, feeling your heart swell with affection. “Anytime, Natasha.”

She smiled, and for a brief moment, the noise of the party faded into the background once again. It was just the two of you, standing side by side, sharing a quiet moment in the midst of the chaos.

As the night wore on and the party continued, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this strange, wonderful Halloween. It wasn’t the costumes or the decorations that made it special, it was Natasha and the way she made every moment feel like it was just for the two of you.

With a final glance at the lively crowd around you, Natasha leaned in close and whispered in your ear, “Happy Halloween.”

You smiled, your heart full, and whispered back, “Happy Halloween, Natasha.”

And as the night unfolded, you knew this was a Halloween you’d never forget.

[seiya-starsniper]

sweet like poison ivy

Quite literally at the 11th hour, my final late fill for @monsterfucktoberbingo!

Rating: Explicit | Square: plant-monster | Word count: 880

“Well, this is different,” Hob says as a long green vine wraps itself around his neck while another snakes its way around his waist.

“This is your dreamscape, Hob,” Dream replies, a small smirk tugging on his lips, which were now painted a deep, tempting shade of red. “Perhaps you were thinking of the seductress from the film we had been watching before you fell asleep?”

Ah, that was right. Batman and Robin had been randomly playing on the telly when they’d been flipping channels before bed. Hob wasn’t the biggest fan of superhero movies from that decade, but Uma Thurman…well, who could look away from her?

Clearly his dreaming mind agreed, for it had imagined Dream in a similar outfit; a dark green leotard decorated in leaves and vines, and stockings to match. They elongated Dream’s legs in a rather fetching way if Hob said so himself.

“So does this make me Batman then?” Hob asks, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you here to seduce and poison me so you can overthrow the London government and have it run by plants?”

“Nothing so crude,” Dream answers, stepping closer into Hob’s space. Hob notices more vines have sprouted since they started talking, and quite a few of them have gotten bold in the places where they’re touching him. “My plans for tonight are a touch more…personal than that.”

Hob shudders as a vine pinches one of his nipples through his nightshirt. 

“Gonna tie me up and have your wicked way with me then?” he grins, then yelps when one of the wines smacks his ass. Now the vines are getting more handsy with him, pulling and tugging at his nightclothes, while Dream, smug bastard that he is, seems content to watch them manhandle Hob.

Not one to take a challenge lying down, he reaches for Dream’s wrist and tugs his inhuman boyfriend into a kiss. He gets a few good licks into Dream’s mouth before he starts to feel lightheaded, and then suddenly, he finds himself pulled backwards onto a plush soft bed he’s certain wasn’t there a few minutes ago. Time in the Dreaming passed weirdly though, he’d figured that out pretty damn quickly once he and Dream had started dating.

“Didja just…poison me?” Hob slurs, into the satin soft sheets. They feel so nice against his naked skin. Wait. Where had his clothes gone? Damnit Dream. Hob tries to move his limbs, but he finds that his whole body’s bit sluggish, and from above him, he can hear Dream chuckling.

“My apologies,” Dream says, brushing a cool hand across his forehead. “I couldn’t resist reenacting that part of her character.”

Almost as suddenly as it had come, Hob’s head immediately clears from the weird haze he had fallen into and he can move his limbs once more. He grabs the hand still pressed to his forehead, and Dream yelps as Hob tugs him down into the mattress, vines and all. 

“Little shit,” Hob grins, as he straddles Dream’s hips and stares fondly down at his lover. “Let’s leave the poison kiss out of this fantasy shall we? I’d hate to be able to not kiss those pretty lips of yours.”

“Ah yes, that would be a shame, wouldn’t it?” Dream replies with a smirk of his own, right before one of his vines wraps itself around Hob’s cock. Hob moans as the vine squeezes him with just the right amount of pressure, and he ruts eagerly into it, chasing his pleasure. Another vine pinches at his nipples, while yet another teases at his hole.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hob pants as he’s teased mercilessly over and over again. The vines then change their direction and start maneuvering him off of Dream’s body and into an upright kneeling position and tying his hands behind his back. He moans when the vine teasing his hole simply sinks into his body, rubbing insistently at his prostate and causing Hob to jerk uncontrollably as he’s stimulated over and over. 

“I am, indeed,” Dream answers, his voice pitched low, almost to a growl. His costume from earlier has now melted off his skin, but the vines, of course, remained. Dream seems to greatly enjoy how much they drive Hob wild, and here in the Dreaming, Hob’s orgasm belongs to Dream and Dream alone, so it could be hours, or even days (in Dreaming time, of course) before Hob would be allowed to come. 

Hob licks his lips and then groans as the vines stimulate him once more. 

“Come on now, Dream, surely you want to do some of the work yourself,” Hob teases, wiggling his hips suggestively. He knows the taunt is a weak one, Dream could just as easily reply that he was doing the work, that the vines were an extension of himself, afterall. 

But Dream seems willing to indulge him tonight, for the vines soon disappear, leaving Hob feeling bereft and empty. Without the vines to hold him up, he sways towards Dream, who catches him and cards his fingers through his hair.

“So impatient,” Dream murmurs into his ear. “Whatever shall I do with you?” 

“Do your worst,” Hob challenges his lover with a grin. “Tomorrow is Saturday, so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

Dream’s returning smile is feral. 

“As you wish.”

[sissylittlefeather]

It is time...

A Very Quiet Life: Chapter 9

A/N: please enjoy this last chapter of the series! I have had so much fun writing this and sharing it with you all! I loved it so much that there might even be an Epilogue coming...

Warnings: none really, just some cussing and references to an erection.

Links to:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

I hope it's everything you dreamed it would be! ❤️

One last time:

He better tell her soon. Or stop giving you reasons to keep him around.

******

Saturday is the neighborhood Halloween block party. Jane has decided that the two of you should be black cats, so you have on leggings and a black turtleneck with cat ears and whiskers drawn on your cheeks with eyeliner. The whole outfit is a little tighter than your normal attire, but it's all you have in black and you decide that it's worth it to make Jane happy. She has on a sparkly black dress with a tail and ears and matching whiskers on her cheeks. The whole neighborhood is outside for the event. There are tables filled with food and someone is playing music loud enough to be heard outside. Michael is dressed as a superhero, running around with his cape flying behind him. He's finally cast-free and loving it.

Elvis and Beth join a little after the party starts. She's dressed as a witch and he has on a black cape with a suit and fake vampire teeth. You wish he didn't look so damn cute, but he wouldn't be him if he didn't. Jane and Michael run to him to show him their costumes and he makes a big production of admiring Jane's ears and Michael's cape. The love between them all is palpable and you pray that Beth doesn't ask questions about it.

Susan Walter, dressed like Raggedy Ann, watches you like a hawk. She's voiced her speculations to Beth, but Beth doesn't seem interested in finding out more. Still, Susan is on high alert for more evidence of a scandal.

When you go inside to get some chairs for the adults to sit in as the kids run around, Elvis volunteers to help you. Beth and Susan make eye contact across the party.

You agree to let him come with you without thinking about how it might look. You've gotten so used to him that it feels natural that he would help you.

When you get inside, you head to the dining room for the chairs. Elvis comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder.

"Baby, this outfit is killing me. You look so damn sexy." You notice he's taken his fake fangs out. You turn to face him and he stays wrapped around your waist, burying his face in your neck and pressing his lips into the skin below your ear. You can feel how much he likes your outfit when he pushes his hips up against yours.

"Elvis!" You giggle and pull him into a passionate kiss.

"Well, isn't this a cozy domestic scene?"

FUCK.

You jump apart from each other and see Beth standing in the living room. How long has she been there?

She looks down and notices Elvis's very obvious erection. He clears his throat and pulls his cape around himself.

"You know, when Susan first told me about this, I thought there was no way. My husband? And the widow bitch from next door? No way he would sink that low." You look at your shoes.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Beth." He grits his teeth as he speaks, seething with rage and an instinct to protect you, even from her.

You look back and forth between them, not sure how this will play out. Should you leave? You make like you're going to walk out and Elvis grabs your hand.

"Stay. Please." He says it quietly. You nod and brace yourself for what's to come.

"You could've told me." Beth's words are solid ice.

"I was waiting for the right time." She throws her head back and laughs. You and Elvis look at each other. That was not what you were expecting.

"The right time? Is there ever a right time to tell your wife you're a cheating bastard?"

"No, but I didn't want to just drop it on you like this."

"Too late for that. The bomb is dropped."

"I know that now and I'm sorry, Beth, I really am."

"You're sorry?" You look at him too. How sorry? Sorry enough to change his mind? A shiver of fear runs through you.

"Yes. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way. I'm sorry that I didn't have the balls to just tell you earlier." You exhale. The fear goes away.

"Why didn't you?"

"I didn't want to hurt you..."

"Hurt me?" She laughs again and it's a cold, derisive laugh.

"Elvis, I've been fucking my boss for almost a year now." His mouth drops open and your eyes are wide with surprise.

"You really thought I needed to travel that much?" More of her cold laughter fills the room. "I've been leaving our house with a suitcase full of lingerie to stay in a hotel downtown with him for MONTHS. I wondered why you never seemed to notice or care. Now I know." You're both still standing there in shock.

"So does this mean...?"

"Our marriage is over? Yes, you ignorant fool. I can't believe it lasted as long as it did." He tightens his grip on your hand and you can't tell if it's excitement or anger. Please let it be excitement.

"I'll call my lawyer on Monday. I'm taking the house and selling it. Hope you can stay with your whore." She gestures to you.

"BETH--"

"I'm done." She holds up her hands. "Next time I see you, I'll have papers for you to sign. Get your shit out of my house this week. I'll be downtown." She turns and walks outside, slamming the door behind her.

Elvis turns to you with a look of stunned disbelief.

"Out of all the scenarios I imagined for how that would happen, I never dreamed it would go like that." He laughs and throws his arms around your waist, pulling you into another deep kiss.

"I'm all yours, baby."

You relax for the first time since you heard her voice and let yourself get lost in him for a bit. Then, you gather the chairs and go back outside to the party. Only Susan notices that something is different, which is impressive, since the two of you are practically glowing. But you don't care anymore. Let the scandal unfold. The worst part is over.

You take the kids trick or treating together and then go back to your house at the end. He helps you get the kids in bed and then wraps himself around you on the couch.

"I love you, baby." You lean against his chest and whisper back.

"I love you too."

How did you get so lucky?

******

The next morning at breakfast, you sit Jane and Michael down and try to explain to them that things will be changing. All Michael catches is that Elvis will be moving in soon and they'll have more time for comics and model cars. Jane is a little more mature about the whole thing.

"So you don't have a wife anymore, Mr. Presley?"

"Well, I won't very soon. And you can call me Elvis." She looks at him suspiciously.

"And then we can be a real family... Elvis?"

"Would you like us to be a real family?" A warm smile spreads across her face.

"More than anything." She climbs out of her chair, walks over to him, and hugs his neck, giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"Thank you for making Mama happy again. We love you." Michael jumps up into his lap too and nods in agreement. Elvis hugs them both tight and kisses the top of Jane's head.

"I love you guys, too."

You almost cry at the tenderness between them. He's a natural father.

As you sit at the table eating breakfast, you hold Elvis's hand and watch as you all become a family. The kids are happy. You're happy. All your dreams for this little house could never live up to the dream you're living now. Thank heavens for the unruly lawn...

******

The End

(For now...)

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[sparklyheartsdiana]

[Rant] Ladybug's Suit

WARNING: This post contains profanity and a brutally honest opinion.

As a fan of magical girl series, I'm disappointed in Ladybug's bodysuit. Why?! The bodysuit is an awful outfit! For a couple of reasons. One, it's [bleep] hideous! I hate it so much! I want to rip it off her! Like, why does she have to wear THAT atrocious onesie?! It's all red with black spots all over. It's an eyesore! A [bleep] eyesore! For real, it's an eyesore because there is very little black to break up the red. Have the character designers and animato

When Marinette transforms into Ladybug, she wears the worst ever bodysuit among the teen-aged heroes, it made me change my mind on two particular outfits. My opinion on what Yumi and Aelita had in season 4 of Code Lyoko shifted from a negative one to a more positive one. I no longer look at their virtual spandex as bad outfits, as it made sense for them to have tighter fitting attire. Though, I also like their initial virtual attire too. Their bodysuits from season 4 of Code Lyoko had more effort put into them! At least those bodysuits look good! Not gonna lie, Yumi actually looks hot and sexy in her spandex. Meanwhile, Ladybug does not!

This!

This is what I'm talking about! Ladybug's bodysuit in the image above is so bland! It makes for a childish superhero outfit and an even WORSE magical girl outfit!! Considering Sailor Moon was one of the many magical girl series that influenced Miraculous, you'd think Ladybug would wear a practical suit to fight evilized villains with. By practical, I mean a super suit with padding and armor. But, alas, she does not! Heck, girl doesn't wear boots either. Yes, Ladybug doesn't wear a [bleeping] pair of boots. Sailor Moon at least had protective padding in both her base and Super forms plus boots.

For this reason, I drew redesigns of her outfit so she wouldn't wear a literal onesie! And isn't it Marinette's dream job is to be a fashion designer?! So surely, she'd have her sketchbook filled out with alternate outfits for her heroic alter ego.

Furthermore, Miraculous also does a terrible job with how Marinette has her keep the same hairstyle after transforming into Ladybug. Her hair is just a brighter and deeper shade of blue. It feels like Sailor Moon all over again.

The grade I'd her bodysuit is a D-. As a superhero outfit, it gets a C-. As a magical girl outfit, it gets a big, fat, F---!

SHE DESERVES A MUCH BETTER COSTUME!!!

End rant.

[deltaswap2442]

More UnderSwap Stuff

Asgore is the guardian of the Ruins. He's kinda and gentle yet blames himself for what happened to his children and with Toriel. Doesn't hate Toriel but also doesn't want to get back with her just yet (he's more forgiving than her cannon version). He's slightly graying and wears reading glasses but also has cool orange and blue sunglasses when he's vibing. He actually wears a professor kind of outfit (turtleneck sweater and tweed vest) with a pink flower tie under his robe. Kinda a dork. More reluctant to fight you than Toriel. Makes really good tea as opposed to pie. Likes to read about slimes (foreshadowing for future swap). When you call and flirt with him after you call him dad he replies "Why'd you have to call me daddy is such a suggestive way my child". Believed Frisk to be the future of humans and monsters yet also believes that if things don't change there will be no future for either.

Toriel is the reluctant queen. She put herself in charge and looks down upon Asgore (she doesn't want to admit he's right). She's stubborn and kind of a bitch. She sucks at gardening and instead knits. What does she knit? Duplicates of the Temmie Plush her lost child had. Can't handle grief. Offers pie to you before the fight. Despite her curvy armor she's still rectangular. Uses a scepter with MKs face engraved on it to never forget why she's doing this. Instead of keeping coffins for the humans she dolls for each of them (just an excuse to design the other 6 fallen human who actually do swap). She's more cold than Asgore but only because she knows that if she lets the slightest emotion show she'll break down in tears.

Alphys is the captain of the Royal Guard. Her building is completely different from Undyne's tall and slender body. She's short and stocky and proud. Her weapon, an axe, reflects this which opposes the thin spear Undyne uses. Don't worry she's not wearing actual skulls. Just replicas. Trains with Sans but doesn't let him join because of his low stats and just the fact he's a middle aged man in a mock superhero costume. Has trouble controlling her anger. Has a tough and gruff voice but a squeaky laugh. Unlike most swap Alphys she's just as THICC outside of her armor as she is inside and is proud of the way she is. She still has a crush on Undyne she refuses to admit even more than cannon Undyne. Doesn't wear an eye patch because she thinks her scar makes her look more badass. Also has a crush on the queen (she likes dominant women) but not the player (with the whole hating humanity thing) or the unknown (she doesn't believe in that). A bit more willing to do her "date" since she admires the humans ability to outdo her. Passes out not from heat but just from exhaustion as it never occurred to her to train in cardio but still requires water. Anime is real right?!?

Undyne is the royal scientist. Likes anime styles video games slightly more than anime. Her favorite is Oki Doki Art Club starring Hop Hop Muscly Sorree (or some name like that). Has anime body pillows. Experiments with determination. Wants to insert herself into your invention. Built Napstablook a robot body after coming to his video game club. Still kinda hot headed. Has a slight lisp as opposed to a stutter. Should wear braces but doesn't because she doesn't want to look like a "complete nerd". Gets flustered easily. Keeps secrets..... Is blind in one eye but never tells anyone how. Her date dress is the same one cannon Mettaton wears during the music segment but more proportionate to her (she claims she looks like a cute anime girl in it and you better agree with her on that).

Hapstablook (yes that's what I'm calling him. Deal with it) is the recluse ghost. Dreams of being an actor but has stage fright. Afraid of criticism and flustered by praise. Easily startled with makes him cry glittery tears. The houses don't swap just the details of them. I know cannon swap Mettaton isn't pink but I think it's fitting for him to have a slight pink hue. A hopeless romantic who writes romance stories of star crossed lovers. Listens to motivational podcasts through his earbuds. Has a Fancyblook attire where he makes either a fancy hat or dress with his tears (I can't decide). Gender fluid. His covered eye is heart shaped but he finds it grotesque which is why he covers it. Wishes he had legs. Owns a slime farm which he and his cousin cared for. Misses his cousin. Would you smooch a ghost?

Napstabot is the idol of the underground. His box form is an old timey radio and his ex from incorporates sound equipment. Doesn't cover his eye but it does glow during neo form (which will be revealed on the special genocide addition. More masculine than Mettaton and uses bro rather than darling. Instead of oh my he says "radical!!!!". Uses a fake nineties cool dude voice but his real voice is soft and gentle. Likes his arms more than his legs which is demonstrated in the order they fall off. He gets more easily flustered by compliments as he's not used to direct compliments. He's also not used to insults which cause his self esteem to shatter and he starts crying but eventually he will get over it and even try and better himself. He actually cries ALOT in private. He also isn't as social as he acts on camera and actually prefers to be alone or with his cousin or Undyne. Cries when killed to add extra guilt (he takes it as you not liking him or if it's done before he's sparable he takes it as you being a false friend). And I normally don't get into battles but since Mettaton's fight is my favorite ill cover Napstabot's. For starters his interruptions are as follows: a musical quiz show, setting up a music studio with the last instrument being a human soul but Undyne requires a synthetic human soul, a quest where you must find him a new prop, and finally a big musical number where he wears classic Alphys dress and a top hat. During ex he has a Livestream where you have to raise likes through posing (seductively causing napstabot to blush heavily), boasting (which shocks napstabot and makes him a bit jealous of your ego), and heel turning (which he takes personally). You can also throw your stick which he nervously fetches much to his embarrassment. His attacks are a punching attack that mimicks Mettatons kicks, a five way punch, sound wave speakers speakers replacing Mettatons punches, electric heart (unchanged), discoball (unchanged), bomb attacks (unchanged), union regulated break (the text now says "I'm not feeling up to working on my break dude"), small napstabots that shoot music notes, and boxes (unchanged) he also shoots a single small lightning bolt the turn right after he loses one of his limbs and a tear the turn after his health becomes fatal. Instead of an essay he asks you to write a song. If it rhymes he gets shocked and remarks "that's better than I could ever do.....". Similar responses as Mettaton's if it's basic. If you compliment him he blushes and gets flustered. If you compliment his legs he's shocked as he thinks his legs aren't desirable. If you compliment his arms he blushes and flexes for you (so sexy). If you compliment his hair he blushes and remarks how it has a natural bounce. If you compliment his personality he blushes, gets flustered, and remarks how he wishes more people paid attention to that. If you compliment his voice he sings a short melody. If you compliment his dancing he mentions Undyne literally giving him two left feet. If you mention loving him he blushes and remarks how despite getting that alot he always gets flustered by it. If you mention Toby he remarks how that's not his name but it does sound sexy. If you insult him he cries but then gets an annoyed expression and the music stops while he replies "insults are a gateway to the way you feel about yourself" then a "bitch" sound effect plays and then things go back to normal. If you curse he mentions getting demonetized. Ok this is too much.

The rocks swap with the dummies. Not much to remark because this is already too much so......

Well that was a lot...... I still feels as if I missed some things. Oh well

[howlingday]

Jaune can’t help but find it a bit odd that his girlfriend Winter will only allow him into her panties if he’s cosplaying as Captain America.

The Winter Hero

Jaune Arc was a man of principle. He was raised to be a gentleman; kind, generous, and sensitive to a woman's needs. His mother and sisters groomed him to be the perfect boyfriend for anyone lucky enough to have him.

Chocolate ice cream at 3 AM, even though all the stores are closed? Done before dawn.

Need some guy to stop stalking you? Jaune wasn't a man of violence, but he had his ways to deter creeps.

Need another girl for your sleepover? Not a problem, even though he got a few awkward glances from his sister's friends.

However, almost as soon as he left the nest, his first girlfriend was completely independent. Any offer to help was completely shut down. But this was to be expected from an officer of the Atlas military. Yes, Winter Schnee never made any requests to her boyfriend.

That is, until one Halloween night...

Jaune looked himself over in the mirror at his costume. His blue spandex bodysuit was slim, if not constricting. It featured a white letter "A" on his forehead with a pair of wings just behind his temples, a star in the center of his chest, and a design of red and white stripes over his abdominals and circling around the back. He looked down to the flat, metal disk shield that weighed about thirty pounds. Not all too heavy for him, but it still weighs down over time. Yes, he was the hero of life and liberty, Captain America!

He sighed and shook his head as he looked over his ridiculous outfit. When he asked about their plans for Halloween, Winter explained she already ordered his and that she intended to go to a costume party with him. He knew better than to question it, but did it have to be this superhero?

Jaune has read his fair share of comics, and when asked who his was, he would answer Batman. Unfortunately for him, though, Winter was a Marvel fan, so his favorite superhero would have to stick to the sshadows tonight.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Picking up the shield, he walked over to the door and opened it. The sight in front of him almost made him drop his shield.

On the other side of his apartment door stood a beautiful woman with snow white hair, cascading down over her shoulders like an avalanche. She wore a silver body-suit, reminiscent of the ones worn by special forces, that hugged all of her curves perfectly. Around her waist was a gray belt designed to look like it had multiple compartments.

"Is there something wrong, Jaune?" He blinked and gave a nervous chuckle. She looked him up and down and smiled. "I see your costume matches the measurements I provided."

"Uh, actually, it feels a little tight." Jaune replied, tugging at his collar. "I can breathe just fine, but-"

"Good." Winter turned around and began walking towards the stairs. "Let's go. It's time for the party."

"Uh, yeah, sure!" Jaune shut the door behind him and followed her. "I like your costume. Who are you supposed to be?" Being a gentleman, Jaune asked, since he was certain it would tie to her interests.

"Silver Sable." Winter replied without looking back. "Russian mercenary. Leader of the Wild Pack. First appearance in 'The Amazing Spider-Man Issue #265'."

"Oh, she sounds... intense." Being a man, Jaune's eyes wandered to her hips, where her ass lightly swayed with every step, leaving nothing to the imagination. His costume felt tighter.

At the party, Jaune struggled to keep his shield up. He had shifted between his arms twice since he started carrying it. He could set it down, but every time he did, Winter would find out. The first time, she lightly chastised him, saying, "I thought you were supposed to be a hero." The second, and last time, she hit harder, telling him, "You're supposed to be a hero. So be one." She knew one of Jaune's dreams was to be a hero, someone who helps others and can be looked up to with pride. He sighed as he looked over the crowd.

The costumes varied, but he recognized everyone as someone from Winter's command. Elm Ederne, a specialist of Atlas' Ace Operatives, was dressed as some kind of monk, she explained, and carried a set of drums on her waist. He thought she was a hippie at first, but was swiftly corrected. Their commanding officer, General James Ironwood, was luckier than Jaune and dressed up as Batman. Jaune was green with envy. Or he was when Councilman candidate Robyn Hill showed up, dressed as Orchid from Killer Instinct. He never played the game, but he recognized the costume from... research.

"Jaune," he looked to his left and saw Winter standing with her arms crossed, "do you want to leave?" Jaune blinked, but before he could say anything, she spoke first. "I know that look on your face. You're bored. If you wish to leave, I won't force you to stay."

"I'm fine," Jaune replied, "I'm just... reading the room." Winter sighed, leaning against the wall next to him. She had an annoyed look on her face. "Are you okay, Winter?"

"I'm fine." She replied without looking at him. Instead, she was looking at the attention Robyn was getting. With a scowl, she huffed under her breath. "Pigs."

"Svin'ya." Winter looked to Jaune, who was wearing a smile on his face. "Svin'ya is pig in Russian."

She chuckled at that, gracing her lips with a smile. Jaune liked making people smile. Well, maybe not make, but help smile. She leaned closer, forcing Jaune to shift his shield to his other arm. She held his arms and sighed. Jaune felt his suit grow even tighter.

"Do you want to leave?" Winter looked up to Jaune. With a smile, she replied.

"Yes."

Winter and Jaune arrived at her apartment door. The walk home was certainly brisk, but made warmer with their body heat combined as they held close on their trip, as well as Jaune holding the shield against the wind. She reached into her belt and clipped open one of the compartments and pulled out her keys. Jaune held the shield behind her, pretending to protect her from some evil or another.

As she opened the door, Jaune stepped away. "Good night, Winter."

Winter turned to face Jaune. "Won't you come in? After all, it's cold outside tonight."

"I'm sure I'll be fine." He replied with a red-cheek and -nose smile.

"At least warm before you go." Winter gestured for him to enter. "I couldn't bear to think of you becoming hypothermic because of me."

"Just another part of being a hero!" Jaune chuckled.

"Actually," Winter said, placing her chin between her index and thumb, "I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but your costume has an interesting feature."

"Feature?" A stray wind blew in, chilling Jaune where he stood. "On second thought, maybe staying a second to warm up wouldn't hurt." He stepped inside, setting his shield down by the coat rack inside. She shut the door behind him.

"I'm glad to see you've come to your senses." She stepped further into the apartment, Jaune following close behind.

He had been here twice, but the size always amazed him. It was at least three times the size of his, and included it's own washer and dryer set. It was only a balcony away from being considered a penthouse. With the click of a button, Winter summoned a fireplace from the darkness.

Following her to the couch, Jaune sat down next to Winter. She leaned closer to him then nuzzled against his chest. She leaned up, kissing him as he leaned down. She prodded tongue past his lips, and upon receiving invitation, grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into her. Their breathing became heavy as the two pulled themselves closer to the other, their make-out growing more intense by the second.

Pulling away, Jaune groaned. "Damn."

"Something wrong?"

"This costume's in the way." Jaune tugged at his collar,causing Winter to chuckle.

"No, it isn't." Before he could ask, Winter slipped to her knees, kneeling in front of Jaune's crotch. "I custom-ordered this, you know." She traced her middle finger from the couch up to his groin. "I needed to get," she dug into a flap he never noticed, "your exact," and she pulled down the zipper he never knew, "measurem- Ack!" Winter recoiled as she was slapped by Jaune's dick.

"You okay?" Jaune asked.

"I'm fine," Winter waved him off, "I just... got my measurements wrong." She eyed his penis with a critic's glare. It was larger than the average she suspected, possibly six-and-a-half, if not seven inches in length, with a girth that made making her index and thumb have difficulty meeting. "But I'll adapt."

Before Jaune could say anything, Winter wrapped her lips around Jaune's head, tracing over it with her tongue. He lightly gasped as she pumped his shaft and she moved her head in a rhythm up and down his cock.

"F-Fuck!" Jaune grunted. "I'm gonna-!"

Winter pulled away and pumped with more vigor. With a moan, Jaune came a thin rope onto Winter's costume, a stream of white oozing onto her hands. She turned around, looking back to Jaune.

He squinted for a moment, then took notice of the zipper at the top of her back. He reached forward and pulled down. The costume came splitting in half as he dragged the tab closer to it's destination. As he reached the end, Winter stood up.

"Jaune," he couldn't see, but she looked at him with a sort of predatory gaze, as if he were a breathing meal for her to devour, "do you want to keep going?" With a gulp, he answered.

"Uh, I don't have any condoms."

"No?" She chuckled. "Check your shield." Jaune stood up and walked over to the hat rack where he placed his shield, his now flaccid cock swaying in the air with every step. Felling around, he noticed a hatch near the center, behind the handle. With a click, it opened and he found box of condoms. He couldn't see the brand, but the box felt small. That was fine, though, since he wasn't expecting to burn through ten or so condoms tonight. "Did you find them?" Winter called out.

"Yeah, they were behind the han-duuuuuh..." Jaune's jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. Bathed in firelight, Winter removed her soiled costume and laid back against the couch, her legs spread, her hair wild, and her eyes hungry. She became instantly erect.

"Then come here, my hero."

Winter moaned loudly as Jaune thrusted himself into her from behind. Every movement forward by him drove her further over the edge. This may have been their first time, but Jaune was clearly experienced. Some way, somehow, this man had a lover before her, and they perfected him into the breeding bull slamming into her.

With a grunt, Jaune came into the condom and pulled out. He huffed as he removed the rubber from his semi-stiff staff. Winter whirled around and slurped on his phallus until he was nice and hard again. Once he put the next condom on, she pushed him onto his back, then slipped him inside.

She bounced up and down his rod as she moaned and gasped. Jaune tried to match her pace with his thrusts, but she was moving too fast for him. He panted as she rode him like it was a rodeo. He settled his hand on her hips and took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, she was above him, her hair acting as a white veil to hide themselves from the world. Her mouth split to a predatory grin.

"You like it?" She growled.

"Y-Yeah!" He grunted.

"You like it?" She repeated.

"Yeah!" He whined.

"You want me?" She leaned closer, slowing her pace.

"Y-Yes!" He panted. She leaned next to his ear.

"Then take me."

Jaune flipped Winter onto her back and held her legs above her in a mating press. She screamed as Jaune pounded with greater vigor into her, grunting as he did so.

"Fuck me!" She shrieked as she held her ankles. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!"

With a grunt, Jaune came again, panting hard. He pulled out, pulling the condom out with him. He removed the prophylactic the his cock, setting it down next to it's seven siblings.

Eight condoms. The couple's box held eight condoms. With eight used condoms, Jaune sighed as the night's activities drew to a close.

SHUP!

Jaune looked down to see Winter bobbing her head up and down his shaft again. He groaned and pulled her off. With a sigh, he told the truth. "I can't anymore."

"No?" She tilted her head to the side.

"No." He stepped away and gestured to the condoms. "We went through a whole box, it's only a few hours until dawn, and I... I don't think I can do it again."

"I see." She said looking down. She almost looked sad.

"It's nothing against you, but I don't think I can do a round nine like this, condom or no condom."

"Like this?" She tugged on his bodysuit, now soaked in sweat and, in the lower region, genital fluids. "With the suit?"

"Yeah."

"Well, in that case," she reached behind Jaune and pulled down his back zipper, "here." She tugged on his sleeves and helped him out, peeling the it free from his skin. He shivered as the cold air rolled over his bare skin for the first time all night. She stepped free of the suit and sat down.

"That's much better." Winter was about to walk away, but felt him grab her hand. "We're not gonna cuddle?"

She smiled and sat down next to him. They embraced for a moment, then felt him pull her down, so they were laying on the couch. His body felt hot; clearly from the body heat trapped by his suit.

Winter closed her eyes, momentarily thinking about fucking her favorite superhero, Captain America, until she slipped into her dream where she was held in the loving embrace of her hero, Jaune Arc.

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

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Secret Origins 20 babs notes

Overall I really liked it and feel like it was a very strong backstory for babs as batgirl and inadvertently set up some stuff we see in BoP later (I say inadvertently b/c this was written in 1986, way before BoP)

Barbara’s bio mom died when she (babs) was very young.

[image: first are three comic panels from secret origins 20. we see a flashback of a toddler's hand reaching to touch her mom's fac and her mom smiling at her and saying "My beuatiful little babbsie baby..." Barbara thinks (about the flashback) "There's mom's face -- I've never met anyone with brighter blue eyes. Myfather's eyes were never as bright, but then, he loved my mother so much, when she died, he started to." next scene (also a flashback) shows barbara's dad hunched over, resting his head on his hand, talking on the phone. He says "Oh dear god, not thelma. not my thelma. not dead." Barbara's narration box reads "That was the first time i'd seen my father cry. I remember being surprised that men could." and her dad picks up toddler-barbara and says "Mommy's gone, barbie doll.she's gone. what am I gonna do with you now?" end image]

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her dad became alcoholic after this

[image: a series of comic panels from the same comic. young babs (like 7 or 8?) is talking to her dad. he's grabbing a phone from her hands. barbara's narration box: "But that didn't make the problem go away". young babs says "I'm calling uncle jim! You've got to talk to somebody, dad! you need help!" her dad says "Give me that!" Barbara says "You won't listen to me, you won't see a doctor, you won't do anything about your problem -- maybe you'll listen to him!" Her dad leanas down in front of her and says 'Young lady, the last person i ever want help from is my brother! Now you march your butt up to your room until I say so, and don't poke your nose in my business again". Barbara says "but dad--" and her dad hits her on the face and says "subject closed!" next comic panel shows another day (their outfits have changed). her dad is sitting on a chair and she is kneeling on the ground and hugging him and he's hugging her back. she says "I just don't want you to die, dad! Alcoholics die!" her dad says "'m not like that, Barbara. I won't leave you. I'll never leave you." Barbara's narration box reads "I loved him so much. But he lied to me, again and again." end image]

she dreamed of being a superhero

[image: a comic panel showing batgirl (not yet babs, just her imagination) running through the street in front of an adult and kid. barbara's narration box reads "marvelousgirl. rocketgirl. supergirl. Batgirl. I never stopped dreaming of being a superhero." then there is barbara as a kid laying on the floor of her bedroom, in front of a bunch of stuffed animals in various superhero costumes, and portraits of various female superheroes like batgirl. barbara's internal narration reads "marcy created most of them, but I became them. THe more dad drank, the more marcy and our heroes became my refuge." Marcy says "who do you want to be?" Barbara says "who else? Supergirl!" and holds up a picture of supergirl end image]

seemed to understandably have trust issues

[image: next is a panel with mostly white background showing marcy hugging babs. marcy says "I'll write every day. it'll be just like it was". barbara's internal narration reads "until the day I went to live with an uncle I'd never met. more lies" end image]

didn’t meet jim until she was already going to live with him

[there are three comic panels showing barbara and jim gordon in the airport. barbara has a bag. barbara's internal narration reads "uncle jim met me at the airport. on the flight, I'd memorized the 727 safety book, a picture book of french and the lord of the rings. More facts, stored away forever." Jim says "You're barbara?" Barbara says "yes, sir." Jim says "You're taller than I expected." Barbara says "you're shorter than my dad." Barbara's internal narration reads "He seemed okay, even though he smoked, got overly tense and dressed worse than my dad, which is pretty touch." As jim carries two suitcases and they  walk outside hte airport, he says "your dad and I ... didn't get along. Barbara and I -- my wife's name is also barbara -- just had a baby, so we weren't quite ready for an extra, and the house is kind of -- " Barbara's internal monologue reads "Barbara? Another Barbara Gordon? But I was barbara gordon!" Barbara says "Uhhhhh... boy or girl?" Jim says "a boy. we named him james junior. Barbara's home with him right now." end image]

(also :But I was Barbara Gordon! Babs showing up to jim’s house and trying to convince his wife to go back to her maiden name /j)

she got into her dads notes and broke into his police office

[image: next comic panel shows 13 year old barbara looking over a bunch of notes intensely on teh table and jim looking over her shoulder. Barbara's internal narration reads "Dad -- uncle jim -- had the neatest job, and he'd bring home all sorts of great stuff, most of which I wasn't supposed to see." Jim says "What are you doing with that?" Barbara says "This two faced guy -- did he ever kill anybody?" Jim says "Only nosy thirteen-year-old girls." Barbara says "Right. Gotcha." the next scene takes place in a police station at night. barbara is sneaking in and reading a book with a flashlight. barbara's internal narration reads "Which just meant he couldn't catch me. I read every spy book I could to keep ahead of him. One night, he almost caught me." On this panel we can see her hiding behind a file cabinet. on the other side of hte file cabinet, Jim opens a window. barbara's internal monologue reads "But he didn't even notice me. He was acting weird, almost as if he was expecting someone. end image]

after getting a note from batman (he sees her spying on him and her dad and is like “don’t get caught” she makes a training schedule and montage

[ID: barbara's internal narration reads "the next morning, i made a list of the skills I needed. It started with martial arts." we see babs talking to Barbara Gordon (sr) and Jim Gordon at the breakfast table while reading her list. barbara gordon senior is feeding james. she says "you want to take lessons in what?" Jim says "well, barb... in today's world..." Barbara Gordon senior says "No." we see a bunch of people in gis in a karate studio and barbara is there, punching the air. barbara's internal monologue reads "that saturday, I started karate lessons. Right down the street from the gotham city public library, home of item number two: local maps and city information."

we can see babs outside the library. we see a panel of her in the library, going over a book with maps as people stare at her. Barbara's internal monologue reads "I studied maps and blueprints until I had no way to get lost in gotham. miles of maps found their way into my head. forever. I pushed myself to get good grades so I could skip some years." We see barbara studying in her room at her desk. Jim asks "are you going to sleep sometime?" Barbara says "Nope. Are you?" last panel shows barbara running in high school with some guys next to her in a race.  her internal monologue reads "And I kept running. I got teased for beating the boys, which hurt, but I was doing it for a reason. I had to be the best." end image]

she still is a congresswoman (before turning 25, based on the text)

[ID:

next series of panels. first we see barbara as batgirl, backhanding someone. her internal monologue reads "My life came alive. night after night, batgirl prowled the streets of gotham. when I decided the library was too limiting, and dad had to drop out of consideration for a congressional seat, I put an obscure old law to good use." barbara (as a civilian) is holding a sign that says "Gordon for congress" and talking to her dad. she says "Dad, I want to take your place!" Jim says "Aren't you too young to be a congresswoman, babs?" Barbara says "Not under the provisions of the knight dependents ibll, passsed into law in 1946. My accelerate schooling and college degree allow me to register as a candidate." Jim says "Hmmmm.. let me see that." THen we see barbara in her office, talking to someone. her internal monologue reads "Being congresswoman gordon allowed me to try to put my opinions into practice." Barbara says out loud "Rae, send these back with a note saying my vote can't be bought by polluters!" end ID]

 we do see some second chance stuff this early. It was nice to see this because that is a very important theme later on especially in birds of prey.

[ID: then there are three panels showing barbara as batgirl, talking to a kid in an alley. barbara is holding a broken device. her internal monologue reads "He's the age I was when I started training... is this waht I might have been?" Barbara says "Tell you waht, You give me the book, I let you walk. But if I catch you again, I'll tear more than your power pack apart, little boy." The kid hands barbara a book. barbara's monologue reads "the bay psalm book. it's been years since I last held one. My first year out as a hero, in fact." The kid says "deal." Barbara says "move it." the kid says "I didn't even know it was valuable." Barbara says "it's practically priceless."we see the kid walking away and barbara still in the ally. she thinks "Maybe, if i scared him badly enough... I'll always believe in second chances."  end mage]

[thevindicativevordan]

On Kong Kenan/Super-Man

It should've been him. He should've been the Superman of 5G/Future State/right now not Jon, and he should be the one getting an HBO Max series not Val. Hell he should be getting a movie!

God this dude is literally the best legacy character Superman has ever gotten, wholly his own person with his own lore and status quo while still building on the idea of "Superman". I am so pissed at DC for essentially just dropping him after his ongoing ended, what the hell Lee? You keep trying to make the Wildstorm characters happen, I need you to get my man Yang another Kenan book.

Have to admit I was a bit nervous at first about whether or not Kenan would be a worthwhile character. Yang's New 52 Superman run had been a disappointment to me overall, with only the the arc where Superman has underground wrestling matches against forgotten gods really sticking with me. Now he was introducing a brand new Superman? Didn't feel like he had "earned" that yet. But from the first issue I was hooked on this new character.

Kenan was unlike any other member of the Superfamily. He wasn't kind or sweet, he was an asshole! He was a bully! He was fantastic! Right from the start Kenan was set up to undergo a very different kind of character journey than the other members of the Superfamily. Empathy, humility, respect for people weaker than himself, these are all traits most heroes wearing the S-shield already posses by the time they first don the crest, but not Kenan.

Like all bullies he was even a bit of a coward himself at first, trying to bail on the experiment meant to give him Superman's powers right as it begins. After "saving" Lixin (the kid he bullies and steals lunch from every day) from Blue Condor he demands all the money Lixin has on him as payment. He's not courageous or selfless either at the start, Kenan is as much of an opposite of Superman as you can get short of being Bizarro. Learning the appeal of these traits formed the basis for his growth over the course of his series.

Seeing Yang bring in a lot of recognizable "Superman" elements in the series, but with a twist, was also great. Kenan is the one who bullies "Luo Lixin" rather than the traditional Clark/Lex friendship of Pre-Crisis and Birthright. Initially Kenan develops a crush on intrepid reporter for Primetime Shanghai, Laney Lan, but she dismisses him as too young and Kenan eventually ends up pursuing Avery Ho (Flash) instead. Baxi the Bat-Man of China has a similar relationship with Kenan as the traditional Superman/Batman in terms of being vitriolic best buds, however Baxi is the one who has the most respect for authority while Kenan is the rebel. Kenan is a part of the "Justice League of China" which does not meet with the approval of the already established Chinese superheroes, the Great Ten. That contrasts nicely with the good relationship the Justice Society and Justice League have, as well as seeing Yang lampshade the "Chinese copy" trope and incorporate that into his storytelling.

One of the funniest differences is how Kenan chooses to immediately reveal his identity as Super-Man to the world by taking off the compliance visor he was forced to wear, contrasting with Clark's choice to hide his identity. He was so eager to impress people that he never gave any thought to the danger he could put himself or his family in by revealing his identity until it was too late, something Clark is well aware of and has taken great pains to keep his identity secret. Was a missed opportunity for DC to have Kenan comment on Clark copying him for once when he outed himself under Bendis.

But one of the most poignant differences between Clark and Kenan is the gulf in separation between their relationship with their parents. Clark has a loving relationship with Ma and Pa Kent, trying to live up to their lessons as best he can. In contrast Kenan's mom was believed to have died in an airplane crash when he was just a child, and he never really knew her. His father was distant from him after that and the two weren't really close despite Kenan's attempts to impress him. So Kenan lacks that strong connection while still clearly loving both of them.

Pa Kent's death is one of the most tragic examples of Clark's love for his parents, and I've always been a fan of takes where Clark promises his father to fight for the powerless on Pa's deathbed. Kenan gets a similar scene at the start of his career, his dad "dies" (after being exposed as Flying General Dragon, a pro-democracy "supervillain" from the Chinese authorities perspective) and wants Kenan to promise he'll fight for Truth, Justice, and Democracy. But because Kenan's dad never really bonded with him, Kenan doesn't know what those mean, and can only promise that he never wants to see people die, something his father takes comfort in at least. In classic comic book fashion it's revealed that Dr. Omen, Kenan's "boss" and the one who gave him his powers, saved Kenan's father, because she is Kenan's mother! Kenan's relationship with his parents forms a lot of the crux of his character arc, and seeing how Yang utilizes the classic Superman concept of family kept the storytelling exciting.

Yang's brilliant exploration of the concept of "Superman" through the prism of Chinese culture was a great way to differentiate Kenan as well.

I absolutely freaking love how he tied to the concept of Qi to the S-shield in particular. Connecting the shape of the shield with the way Kenan has acquired his powers along the path of the Bagua (eight trigrams used in Taoism that represent the fundamental principles of reality), with his octagon S-shield outline representing all eight principles together, was mindblowing! So was the idea of restricting Kenan's access to his powers unless he was actually acting in a Superman manner, that tied his character growth to his power growth in an entertaining manner. There were so many characters and concepts that meshed Chinese and DC lore together, like how Emperor Super-Man was Kenan's "Doomsday", they even recreated that iconic dual kill shot! The Chinese Wonder Woman Peng Deilan, being based on the Chinese Legend of the White Snake! There was even some Korean mythology referenced with the Aqua-Man member of the JLC "Dragonson".

Yang also managed to do a Superman Blue/Superman Red story with Super-Man Yin/Super-Man Yang!

Shameful that it took me a while to realize what Gene Yang was doing but once I caught on I was touched. You can tell how much Yang loved Superman and his mythology, and how he was excited to incorporate as much from Clark as he could, while still using it in a way that was solidly Kenan's. And not just Superman's mythology, but the history and lore of the entire DC Universe. I-Ching got to be brought in, fleshed out, and used as Kenan's mentor! The "Yellow Peril" villain from Detective Comics #1, the comic DC gets its name from was brought in and revamped as I-Ching's twin brother All-Yang! Hats off to Yang for taking a racist caricature and attempting to make him into something more.

This series was a beautiful attempt by Gene Yang to build a space for Asian heroes and villains where they could be more than stereotypes, Kenan himself being a defiant mold-breaker in every regard as the complete opposite of most Asian characters in Western media (a jock, a bully, loves his dad but not on great terms with him, a powerhouse as a hero, etc). So much thought and hard work was poured into this by Yang and his team of artist collaborators.

Especially the costumes, man Kenan had so many great looks. From his starting outfit (which is my favorite Superman variant not worn by Clark himself), to the one with the Yin/Yang shield he acquired later on, to his Super-Man Yin & Super-Man Yang outfits, Kenan looked damn cool. Part of me is bummed they didn't go with the Chinese character shield they toyed around with, but I loved how Yang used the "s-shield" as a plot point, so I'm not too broken up over it.

All that great work Yang did to build that space up has been more or less forgotten sadly. It was nice to see Kenan in the DC Asian Month Celebration issue. Avery is going to be in Justice Incarnate at least (unsurprising considering she was created by Williamson). So fucking bummed that Superman Family Adventures cartoon didn't happen, they were going to have Kenan and John Henry Irons in it! Would've been a dream come true for me to see Irons in animation again, and Kenan making the jump to outside media! Maybe that would've encouraged DC to let Yang keep writing New Super-Man, or at least encouraged them to use him elsewhere instead of allowing him fall into Limbo.

Unfortunately I'm not sure what the future holds for Kenan. Jon is being pushed as Clark's replacement in the comics, with DC keeping all the other contenders such as Kon benched. Calvin is leading the Justice Incarnate team likely due to the upcoming Coates reboot that will make Clark black. Val will probably get something once Taylor leaves Jon's book or once they officially announce the HBO Max show is happening. So where does that leave Kenan, my new favorite PoC legacy hero? Currently my only hope is that Yang is working on something for DC involving him. Yang left Batman/Superman, where I was hoping to see a Baxi/Kenan team up, to go work on "exciting other opportunities" per his Twitter. So fingers crossed that there's something in the works for Kenan!

One day I hope he gets his day in the sun again.

[natedogx15]

Masterpost (old)

My Stories

The Forsaken ladybug

The story I made to practice writing angst.

Nathanial Moore is the biological son of Titan. One of the world's greatest superheroes and a founding member of the Legion of Global Guards. You would think that would mean he'd be having a great life with him and all his superpowered adopted siblings, despite having no powers. Well, you'd be wrong. Because of the constant neglect for his siblings, Nathanial decided enough was enough and took the scholarship abroad to Paris. There he gets a dream come true as the Parisian Hero, Rouge Duke.

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Rouge Duke Costume

Kamen Rider Deku

A Kamen Rider and My Hero Academia crossover.

In a world of heroes and villains, where superpowers were an everyday quirk. One villain had managed to devise a way to give others more abilities without needing a specific power to do so. Those who wield this power are known as Nomus. This achievement has pushed the heroes back. That is until a scientist by the name of Hisashi Midoriya figured out a similar process to give others the power to match the Nomus.

Join the Kamen Riders as they fight against the forces of evil. Can they defeat the ones that created the Nomus? Or will they fail and leave humanity in a state of chaos?

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Miraculous Descendent

My Miraculous Ladybug rewrite story.

Marinette Cheng-Dupain is the daughter of Sabine Cheng and the mayor of Paris Tom Dupain's stepdaughter. For her sixteenth birthday, her mother gave her a family heirloom. It's a puzzle box that no one in the family has been able to solve.

However, she manages to find a way to open a secret compartment within the puzzle box, giving her a set of ladybug-themed earrings. Now she finds herself becoming a ladybug-themed heroine who has to stop those wielding similar pieces of magic jewelry known as Miraculous.

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Miraculous Descendent Outline

Sabrina in Miraculous Descendent

Ladybug’s Power In Miraculous Descendent

Nathanial Moore/Dupain (My oc)

Marinette’s New Ladybug Outfit

- Winter Seams

- Sunny Seams

My AUs

Buffbug Au (Miraculous Ladybug)

Buffbug Au

Buffbug Au: Chameleon

Brawling Tiger Au

Brawling Tiger Au

Alix’s Costume

Lady Noir and the Zodiac Three

Lady Noir and the Zodiac Three

My Prompts

Miraculous Ladybug

A Different Type Of Kwami Swap 

Multiple Power Au 

Descendent Of The Wizard 

The Mighty Ladybugs

The Lady The Knight and The Fairy

Star Vs The Forces Of Evil x Miraculous Ladybug

A Different Type Of Rival AU

The Train Feathers Of A Wounded Peacock

False Miraculous AU

A Chameleon’s Appearance

Anti-Villain Adrien

Miraculous Modifications

Antagonist Alya

Pacifist Ladybug

Volatile Black Cat

Miraculous vs Calamity

Anti-Hero Butterfly Wielder

Power Rangers: Guardians Of The Miracle

A Different Type Of Peacock Adrien

One Hero, Multiple Personas

Ladybug vs Butterfly, A Battle Between Blooms and Akumas

Rivaling Schools, Dupont vs Lupin

Code Digicle

Paradoxical Miraculous

The Story Of A “Evil” Kwami And Wielder

A Hero Before The Miraculous

From Bestfriend To Nemesis

The Order Of Aggressors

Gamer + Goat Miraculous

A Ninja First And Miraculous User Second

Chosen To Protect The Universe

An Artificial Miraculous Journey

Going Against Your Hero

The Third Party Monarch

Miraculous Ladybug Weapons

Redemption Is A Tricky Road

Yang vs Miraculous, Search For Yin

A Descendent Forsaken By Their Ancestor

Totally Miraculous

The Earthly Protectors

A Quantic Problem

Miraculous Inc.

An Actor and Actress Playing Their Parts

Miraculous Team’s Yugioh Decks

My Hero Academia

Sibling Prompt 

Isekai’d As A Quirk

My Hero Academia Justice League

My Discussions

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien: Be Myself

Artificial Miraculous: Peacock Version

Artificial Miraculous: Technology Version

Why Is Marinette Continuously In Miss Bustier’s Class

Cataclysming An Akumatized Person

Character’s Ages

Adrien Genderswap AU

Adrien Cataclysming A Person

Mind Control In Miraculous Ladybug

Okay, Cat Blanc Just Got So Much Worst For Me

Nathalie And Marinette Comparison

Syren vs Cat Blanc, Marinette Keeping Secrets vs Adrien Keeping Secrets

Adrien Giving Up The Black Cat

Adrien After Hawkmoth’s Defeat

Adrien’s Feather Allergy

Ephemeral, The Black Cat Needed Not Chat Noir

Adrien Sharing Traits with Lila and Chloe

Why Adrien Has Been Moved From Partner To Temporary Hero/Sidekick Status

Kuro Neko, Adrien Has The Potential But Doesn’t Use It

Adrien and Excelling, A Missed Opportunity

So What Was The Point Of The Anti-Akuma Charms

A New Look At Adrien In Desperada

Queen Bee Wont Return But What About Queen Wasp?

Why Does Hawkmoth Never Go For The Lucky Charm

Question About The Umbrella Scene Salt

How I Feel About Adrien Salt Takes

Kwami, Miraculous, and Guardians

I Honestly Feel Bad For Adrien Now

What The Heck Was With Qilin

Miraculous Ladybug’s Build Up Problem

A New Look At The Fallen Hero Trope And Adrien

How Miraculous Ladybug Could Have Introduced A Second Miracle Box

The Rooster and Goat Miraculous Powers

My Thoughts On Penalteam

Where Were The Mummies Gonna Come From?

Emilie’s Secret Mastermind

Why Is There Tom and Sabine Salt

My Thoughts On The Season Four Finale

Chloe Possibly As The New Hawkmoth

Marinette Mistaking Adrien’s Identity vs Adrien Mistaking Ladybug’s Identity

Adrien In Season Five

Adrien’s Behavior If There Were More Heroes At The Start

Adrien Character, A Dynamic or Static Character

The Miraculous Team’s Wins

I Do Not Know How To Feel Right Now

Adrien’s Problems Being Said But Not Changed

Pokemon

The Route I Kind Of Wish Pokemon Anime Went With

Chip and Dale

Actor’s Struggles Post Show

Monkie Kid

Lady Bone Demon’s Last Chills

Kamen Rider

Original Kamen Riders

Kamen Rider Glitch

Kamen Rider Paradigm (Also includes a plot for the story I’m working on using them.)

Random Things

Miraculous Ladybug

Roaar = Princess Luna

What Miraculous Best Represents You

Original Miraculous) 1 2

Using Said Original Miraculous For Yourself

Plot Hole Discovery In Season One Episode Bubbler

Alternate Name For Amoks and/or Sentimonsters

Ancient Animal-Themed Miraculous

My New Power For The Snake

Marinette and The Ten of Wands

Kamen Rider

Top 10 Kamen Riders I’d Want To Be

Pokemon

Fuecoco’s Evolution Line

My Favorite Pokémon Of Each Type and Team

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

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Tim woke up the next morning, because that’s how things work.

He fought back a groan as he slowly flexed each muscle individually, making sure that everything was still working. To his surprise, it actually was. His brain stuttered to a stop. Why had he been asleep, then? He was pretty sure it wasn’t his usual sleep day…

Then, he finally processed the fact that his face was pressed to something that definitely wasn’t his pillow.

He cracked an eye open. He was laying on top of Marinette, head resting on her stomach. She was still asleep, he noted, one of her hands was thrown over her eyes and the other tangled in his hair.

He vaguely considered just staying there. He could stay in that position forever…

Except he couldn’t. He had responsibilities. He was pretty sure that if he skipped both patrols and work his family would assume he’d been brainwashed in some way.

So, reluctantly, he pushed himself up and reached a hand out to poke Marinette awake.

She grumbled a little and caught his hand, blinking her eyes open. She looked up at him for a moment, uncomprehending in her sleepy state, and he couldn’t help but smile. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before clambering away from their tangle of limbs so he could take a quick shower and get ready.

First, though, he started up the coffee machine. He’d known that she’d had coffee, he’d been there when she bought it... but, really, if she was worried enough to lie about it he’d at least try and alleviate those fears a little.

That done, he took a quick shower. He already had a towel and toothbrush at the house -- wow, Marinette really wasn’t joking, he had basically moved in already, oops -- so he used those.

Then he pulled on the outfit she’d made him. By the time he needed help lacing up the corset, Marinette had stumbled into the room in a daze.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello?”

She held out one of two mugs for him and he was forced to hide his smile behind his cup.

“Could you help me with this,” he asked.

She nodded and downed her entire mug before walking behind him. He felt her forehead tip forward to rest against the back of his shoulder as she worked and he was very glad she couldn’t see his face because he was sure that he was beginning to get redder than their costumes.

She pulled the lace tight and tied it off and he had no clue if the tightness in his chest was because she had laced him too tightly or because of nerves but either way he didn’t really mind. He turned back around, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll see you later?”

She smiled at him. “I’ll make some bacon for you to eat on the go. Don’t want you to be hungry.”

He considered saying no but, really, he didn’t see her all that often in the morning and he had to admit that it was pretty cute. “If you remember to make some for yourself then sure.”

She hummed a little and turned around to go make food. He’d check on her in a few minutes to make sure she hadn’t fallen back asleep while cooking.

For now, he absently checked his clothes over for bugs. It was an old habit from years of living with the bats and, had he been even slightly more awake, he wouldn’t have done it.

Except he did. And there, hidden in the cuff of his shirt, was a bug.

… he hadn’t even been this happy when Damian had bugged him for the first time. She cared about him and his well-being! He was accepted!

When he made his way back into the kitchen he made sure to give her a long hug.

~

Marinette was so tired. She had been working on attaching the diamonds to Cassandra Wayne’s dress and there were so fucking many.

So, when Robin climbed through her window, all she did was give a vague wave of acknowledgement.

“You need better window locks,” he informed her.

“Most people don’t know how to pick every lock in existence, kid.”

“But some do.”

She thought about whether or not she really wanted this to be the argument that took up valuable work time. The answer was no, definitely not.

She finally turned to face him, resting her cheek against the couch. She didn’t know Damian personally outside of messing with Tim when they were in their superhero identities, she wasn’t even completely sure that this was Damian (though he did match up with the measurements she had for his outfits), so there was no good reason for him to be there.

She squinted suspiciously at him. Now that she was paying attention, she could see that he had his hands behind his back.

“What do you want?”

“I saw on your lease that you are allowed to have pets in your apartment.”

Oh no.

“Please tell me you didn’t,” she whispered, her voice close to begging.

He slowly brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal a black cat with almost luminous green eyes. She rested her head in her hands, taking deep breaths to remain calm.

“I wish to coparent with you.”

“... your dad didn’t let you get another pet?”

(Yes, she knew about the pet problem. She had seen Batcow. She had seen the Batbats all over the cave that he had apparently taken in.)

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Possibly.”

She slowly lifted her head from her hands to glare at him. Unfortunately for her, he puffed out his little baby cheeks in a pout and, even if most of what she did was played up to mess with Tim, she was weak for little kids that look sad.

“Fine. But you’re paying for everything and you better actually help me take care of it.”

“She! And her name is Vanelope!”

“Van --?” She decided she didn’t care. She glanced at Damian’s still disapproving expression and rolled her eyes before leaning down to be at the cat’s eye level: “I’m sorry for calling you an ‘it’, Vanelope.”

He nodded, apparently satisfied by her begrudging apology.

“C’mon, put Vanelope down, we’re going to the pet store.”

Damian beamed. She pulled the front of his hood down over his eyes in retaliation for the dumb situation he’d put her in. Revenge achieved, she transformed and ducked out her window before she could get stabbed.

~

Scarecrow’s parties were always the best.

For one thing, there was the haunted house. Scarecrow took the whole ‘scaring people’ thing very seriously, it was his whole shtick, so you could always count on him to dream up the best haunted houses. Even better, he’d give out brownies laced with minute traces of fear toxin to make the whole thing just a little bit scarier.

Speaking of brownies: the food. Tim was pretty sure that some of the stuff served at the parties could rival the things Marinette and Alfred made.

Then there were the venues he picked. They had to get bigger every year, what with Bruce’s adoption problem and the Rogue’s ever-expanding roster. This year the man had rented out an entire park and the building nearby. The building had a dance floor and a kind of second floor that overlooked everyone. The park held all the people that the building could not.

Add in the fact that every single person was probably clinically insane in some way or another and you’d have the reason for why he was always excited to go.

Tim attended the party as a Red Robin employee. He had to, it was on brand.

Marinette raised her eyebrows when she saw him. She’d gotten there before him, which had been a little bit of a surprise. He’d thought she’d at least wait for a few vigilantes to come to make sure it was safe --.

Oh. Nevermind. He stifled a grin when his eyes landed on a blonde in an outfit he recognized as Cassie’s. He was pretty sure dressing up as Wonder Girl was betraying the bats but he wasn’t going to be the one to call Steph out on it. Cassie was pretty cool...

Cassie -- no, Steph -- was suddenly grabbed by the arm by an excited Marinette and pulled her over to him. Marinette was wearing a pirate costume and he suspected that the bottle of wine in her free hand was more than an accessory.

“Red Robin, yum~,” both women chorused.

He rolled his eyes. “They’ve infected you already. Soon you’ll be disappearing into the shadows without ending conversations.”

Marinette grinned, the corner of her mask (now tinted black in some places to mimic a pirate’s beard) twitching. “It’s about time you assholes got a taste of your own medicine.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Y’know, for someone who didn’t like the idea of the party before, you sure did get into your outfit.’

“Please, I put effort into all my outfits.”

“Except for the Ladybug one,” teased Steph.

She huffed. “I was on a time crunch --.”

Tim grinned. “That’s no excuse.”

“... you had thought about it for who knows how long and not only did you come up with the name Drake, but you also came up with an ugly brown outfit. You don’t get a say in this.”

Steph grinned. “And me?”

“Your outfits are okay,” said Marinette after a few second’s thought.

Tim gasped in mock offense. “And I thought we were friends.”

“Friends call each other out for their stupid fashion choices.”

Steph smirked and slung her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. “And, really, you need an intervention.”

When did they start ganging up on Tim?

“Whatever. This outfit is nice, so that makes up for all past mistakes.”

“It’d be nicer if you didn’t make the same joke every year,” Steph teased.

He huffed and pouted, but then something caught his eyes. Dick had arrived, Tim could see him perched on a second floor railing in his work clothes… of course, the name tag marking him as Nurse Grayson was gone, but it was still the same light blue scrubs.

He paled a little under his domino for two reasons. The first was the instantaneous worry about their identities; sure, Gotham had many medical workers, but who knows, Gotham and Bludhaven twitter both insisted that Dick had a very distinct body. The second was Marinette was going to end up liking Dick quite a lot -- she already looked up to him for his fighting style, there was no way she was going to be able to resist the signature Grayson charm that had won over every superhero, vigilante, and villain on Earth (and a few other planets as well).

He knew that, inevitably, Dick would win her over… but he was definitely going to stall it as much as he possibly could.

So, he pulled a grin to his face. “Oh, Ladybug, you haven’t gone in the haunted house yet, have you?”

She gave him a slightly wary look. “I don’t do good with scary things.”

He grinned. “I’ll protect you.”

She raised her eyebrows slightly before sighing. “Fine.”

So, they made their way across the park to the haunted house. Scarecrow had, somehow, built an entire house in the one month since he had broken out of Arkham. It looked like it had been torn right out of a video game, with the blackened, decaying, and peeling wood and rickety steps.

Jonathan Crane smiled when he saw the two of them approaching. He was dressed as a scarecrow, but the one from the Wizard of Oz instead of the creepy one he was usually dressed as.

“Crane!” Tim greeted.

Crane held out the plate of fear toxin brownies for them. “Nice to see you, Red Robin. And nice to meet you, Ladybug.”

Marinette blushed a little, her head tipping to the side. “I’d shake your hand but you haven’t set down that tray the entire time I’ve been here. Starting to think you can’t.”

He laughed a little. “I appreciate the sentiment.”

Tim smiled a little and popped a brownie in his mouth. Fear toxin tasted a lot like chili powder and, he had to admit, it was pretty good.

Marinette took a brownie with a lot more hesitance.

“Oh! Have you been exposed to fear toxin yet?” Asked Crane before she could take a bite.

Marinette looked a little worried about the use of the word ‘yet’.

Marinette shook her head, though. “No.”

“Then your immunity isn’t built up. I’d suggest just eating half of that.”

She nodded thoughtfully and broke the brownie in half. She held the halves in her hand awkwardly, unsure what to do now.

“I’ll take the half you haven’t eaten,” suggested Crane.

He set down the tray -- Tim swore he could hear a cartoon sound effect as the man struggled to unstick his hand to the metal -- and took her other half.

“Since it’s a lower dose it’ll probably take longer to take effect,” said Tim. “We’ll have to wait a bit so you can have the full experience.”

Marinette took a tentative bite and her eyes lit up. “This is really good. What’s your recipe?”

Apparently, Crane had once tried to replicate the taste with normal chili powder and had fallen short. Tim watched the two of them theorize what it could be that his attempts had been missing. It was clear that Marinette had missed living in a bakery more than she was willing to admit and, unfortunately, none of the bats were particularly good at even cooking basic meals, let alone the kinds of things she was able to do. Alfred was the only exception and, even then, Bruce wouldn’t let him near her most of the time because of Identity Reasons. Tim was glad that she had someone to talk to about it, he just kinda wished that that person wasn’t a Rogue.

Tim jolted out of watching them when Marinette started rubbing up and down her arms absently. Ah, the toxin must be setting in for her now.

“Ladybug, ready to head inside?”

She blinked and looked up from the conversation. “Oh. Sure. I’ll talk to you later!”

“I’ll try not to get thrown into Arkham by anyone else while you’re gone,” joked Crane.

Tim grinned and took Marinette’s hand, pulling her inside.

It turns out she actually wasn’t all that good with scary things. Or, at least, jumpscares. She clung to his arm, dull nails doing their best to dig into his skin.

On one hand, he kind of felt bad for telling her to come along. On the other hand he thought it was kind of cute, maybe the next movie they watched together could be a horror.

He would probably be able to enjoy it a little more if he wasn’t tripping out on fear toxin himself. There was a creepy little girl following them around and he wasn’t going to acknowledge her and her creepy little white clothes because talking to hallucinations is always bad.

But then, towards the end, she disappeared.

He didn’t like that either. It set him on edge. It shouldn’t, the fear toxin was just wearing off… but he didn’t feel like it was wearing off. He was still a little shaky and the buzzing under his skin was still present, so maybe she’d been real and something was up.

He got his answer when he heard the sound of little feet dashing overhead.

Marinette squeaked and her grip on his arm tightened, somehow.

When the end was in sight and Tim was waiting anxiously for the final scare, he heard someone running towards them. High pitched laughter echoed around them.

“Oh fuck no,” he yelped when he saw the little girl running towards them, arms outstretched, pretty white dress splattered with red.

Marinette seemed to agree with the sentiment. She nearly pulled his arm out of its socket as she pushed herself into a sprint. He stumbled awkwardly a few steps before catching his footing and returning the tight grip.

And then, like the vigilantes with nerves of steel they were, they ran from the child.

~

She tried to look calm when the door swung shut behind them. She was pretty good at managing her emotions, she thought (or, at least, good at pushing them down).

But it wasn’t necessary because, when they reached the safety of the outside, they were handed a framed picture of them sprinting away from the creepy little girl, horror written plainly on their faces.

She blushed, more than a little embarrassed.

Thankfully, she was quickly distracted from her embarrassment. Her eyes landed on Bruce, who was dressed as a vampire. She waved for his attention, intending to point out the similarities in their outfits to mess with him, only for his eyes to zero in on the wine bottle in her hand.

Marinette mumbled a curse.

She turned and pressed a ‘kiss’ to Tim’s cheek through her mask. “Gotta go,” she chirped, before promptly disappearing into the crowd.

Alright, time to avoid Bruce. Where is the last place she’d be? Actually, no, he’d probably check the last place...

Her eyes landed on where Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were hanging out by the drinks.

Hm... a negative (people she was wary about) and a positive (drinks!) to balance each other out. A good middle ground.

She walked over and picked up a weird drink with a lot of different candies sticking out of it. She did not know why Scarecrow felt the need to sully the good name of alcohol with American candies but, since it was apparently the only option, she slipped a straw under her mouth to drink.

The drink was taken from her fingers.

She looked at her now-empty hand, brain struggling to catch up, straw hanging limply from her mouth. Then she spat out the straw and cursed.

She slowly turned to look at the person who had stolen it from her, expecting to see a disappointed Bruce, only to meet eyes with Poison Ivy.

(Ivy had dressed up as a stereotypical martian. Marinette wondered, vaguely, if actual aliens were ever offended when people dressed up like the movie versions of them.)

“I’d like that back, thanks,” she said, reaching for the drink.

She held it out of reach -- holy shit she was tall -- and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her. “You’re a child.”

“I’m nineteen.”

“Exactly: a child,” she said.

Marinette rolled her eyes. Was this how Damian felt? Damn, no wonder he was always so angry about it… but, to be fair, Damian actually was a child. She was nineteen. She had a job and an apartment. Completely different.

But, since convincing Ivy she wasn’t a child wasn’t working, she had to come up with a new approach: “I’ve been drinking since I was six.”

For some reason, this didn’t seem to soothe the woman in front of her.

Thankfully, Harley Quinn -- who was wearing a knockoff Riddler costume -- decided to take pity on her: “Let her drink, Ives, Europeans drink differently than we do.”

Marinette and Poison Ivy exchanged confused looks. Marinette hadn’t gone out drinking with anyone properly in America outside of occasionally dropping into bars to trick old men into giving her drinks and then disappearing. Poison Ivy just, apparently, wasn’t aware of the difference.

“For them it’s a social thing, they don’t really get drunk like we do.”

Ivy hesitated. “You don’t get drunk?”

“I mean… we can get drunk,” she said slowly. She cringed visibly. “I did, once. The day I turned eighteen my mom told me ‘Just this once, to see what it’s like’... the pictures… they deleted them, but I will never live it down...”

She reached for the drink again and, this time, Ivy gave it to her. She was lucky she had her mask to hide the smirk on her face.

When Poison Ivy didn’t leave after that, Marinette knit her eyebrows together. The woman blushed (she blushed green?) and Harley pushed her towards Marinette a step.

“I would like to apologize for how we met…” Ivy said slowly. “Joker was an asshole in Arkham and I’d had a fight with Harley and I guess I just…” She snapped her fingers.

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “It’s fine. It’s not the first world-ending event I’ve had to stop because someone had had a bad day.”

Harley hesitated. “That’s… different.”

She shrugged. “New city, same shit… just sometimes easier, I guess. People are actually scared of Joker?”

“Now, that isn’t very nice!” Said a painfully cheery voice behind her.

She’d summoned him.

Marinette took a long, deep breath, before turning around to greet Joker and Punchline. They were dressed as circus clowns, because of course they would. “Hey! Still alive, I see.”

Joker smiled, like he always did. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Pretty sure you’ve died more than B-man over there,” said Harley.

“No clue why they keep bringing you back.”

Marinette’s eyebrows scrunched together. The man had died? And they had brought him back? Willingly? Weird.

“It’s ‘cause I’m Batsy’s favorite,” cooed Joker.

“Favorite punching bag, maybe,” said Ivy.

Marinette, wisely, decided to back up a step so she wasn’t between the two fighting groups.

“At least people pick him as their first choice,” said Punchline.

“You’d be the expert on what it’s like to be the second choice, I guess, since you’re just me but purple,” said Harley.

“I’m you but self-aware,” Punchline corrected her.

Ivy raised her eyebrows. “Some would say that’s worse.”

Punchline almost punched her.

She didn’t stop because of some amazing show of self-restraint, of course. Nightwing had just chosen that moment to drop down between the two groups. And then Nightwing, with his all-amazing powers of getting pretty much everyone on his side, got them to declare a truce and go to opposite sides of the room.

Marinette was a little disappointed as she took a sip of her drink. It had just started getting good.

But also: Nightwing!

“Is it true that you can do a quadruple somersault?”

Nightwing smiled widely.

~

Tim was beginning to think that maybe Marinette was so interested in Dick because she was secretly his long lost sister or something. They had the same ability to make even some of the worst people like them.

But, no. Dick having a secret half sister or something? How stupid would that be?

Still, Tim had seen her making friends with: all of his siblings that lived in Gotham, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Dick (damn it, he’d hoped he could keep them apart just a little longer)... the only people she hadn’t gotten to like her were Punchline and Joker, and even then she was choosing to annoy them, who knows what would happen if she actually tried to befriend them… and now she was hanging out with Riddler...

He sat next to them on their bench. “I’m beginning to think you can’t make friends with anyone normal.”

She grinned. “It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Riddler (dressed as the gameshow host he would probably be if he hadn’t gone off the deep end) looked over at Tim with barely hidden disdain. “Red Robin,” he greeted coolly.

Marinette frowned. “Why don’t you like him?”

“Him and all the bats… they always answer my riddles before I finish telling them.”

“Well, that’s an easy fix: Red, wait until he finishes telling the riddles before answering.”

He scoffed. “Why would I?”

“For the drama!” Riddler said in a tone that made it obvious he thought it was obvious.

“Half the time you have people’s lives on the line. Lower the stakes and maybe we’ll be more attuned to the dramatic tension.”

Riddler scowled. “You bats just don’t appreciate my art.”

“You’d think that they’d be all for drama.”

“Right? They have a whole brooding cave! But I want high stakes and suddenly I’m too concerned with the vibes of things.”

Marinette grinned and leaned towards Riddler conspiratorially. “They have more than a brooding cave. They have brooding gargoyles, brooding rooftops, brooding cars… I once caught Red over there brooding on his motorbike. Who can brood on a motorcycle? It’s a motorcycle!”

Tim huffed. “I thought we agreed to keep that a secret.”

“Sorry, darling, it’s just too easy to mess with you.”

Tim started to respond, but then he realized something.

‘Darling’?

That could mean one of three things. He needed to excuse himself from the conversation to figure out which was the truth.

He sent the two of them a halfhearted glare. “I will not put up with this bullying any longer.”

“Fine, fine. If you’re going to come back, bring me a cookie.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “If I must.”

With that, he turned on his heel and strode off, a man on a mission.

After questioning all of the family she had talked to (she had yet to meet Jason, apparently), he determined that she didn’t use nicknames all that often. When she did it was usually just to make things quicker for herself. The only people outside of him that she ever used nicknames for were Bruce (‘B’) and maybe Damian (‘kid’).

And he had a nickname like that, too, of course. She called him ‘Red’ from time to time, probably just because she was too lazy to go through the hassle of saying his entire codename.

… but ‘darling’ was different. He had a pet name. In both identities, apparently.

Which meant one of two things:

a) he was special to her in both identities

or b) she knew he was Red Robin.

He was kinda hoping for the first one, but he wasn’t about to let emotions cloud his judgement. He sought out the world’s only accurate lie detector.

He found her surveying the crowd with Jason. They looked like they’d been transported directly from the renaissance, with her plague doctor outfit and his Shakespeare costume.

Tim grinned at them despite his slight anxiety. “Nice of you to bring a Green Arrow costume back from Star City, Flamebird.”

Jason touched the ugly goatee and mustache that both of them shared before sending him a glare. “And you all wonder why I don’t come home more often.”

“Really? I thought it was because you and Roy were --.”

Jason’s face reddened with either anger or embarrassment, Tim didn’t know and didn’t particularly care as his brother left them in a huff.

He couldn’t see Cass’s face but he could feel the disapproval.

“I just… I wanted to ask you something in private…”

Cass didn’t leave, so he assumed it was okay.

“Does Ladybug know our identities?”

Cass was motionless for a moment and he wished she didn’t have such a bulky outfit because it was hard to get a read on her…

And then she nodded, tapping the side of her forehead (the sign for ‘know’) to further emphasize the point.

He looked down at where Marinette was excitedly describing something to an enthused Riddler.

He’d been anxious about her finding out but, now that she had, he found that it was a huge weight off his shoulders. She knew who he was and she accepted it.

He leaned against the railing, a smile threatening to make its way across his face.

She accepted him.

[thefakerachelray]

Random Miraculous Thoughts: Season 5 Catchup Edition

(Because I finally got caught up and I had to write my thoughts down! Warning: this is gonna be long. And spoilers for S5 up to Elation.)

You can tell that the writers saw people saying the Rooster’s power was OP and decided to put limits on it, which just made it more confusing in the end.

Marinette’s whole kwami scavenger hunt idea in Destruction was so clever! Also seeing Monarch get frustrated is always funny.

Poor Alya got the shock of her life when Monarch showed up though lol

They really just. Had Chat Cataclysm a person??? And it didn’t get reversed????

The Miraculous getting broken down and remade so they all look the same was A Lot to watch

Another new costume? How many have you been through at this point Gabriel?

At least this one’s better than the Shadowmoth look though

So we’re just. Acknowledging that other school years have happened now huh. Really forcing me to process that this whole show has canonically happened in less than a year.

I’ve brought this up before but is Marinette legally old enough to drive that scooter??? Is don’t know French law but. She’s 14????

I’m sorry but Darker Owl sounds stupid. It just does.

I guess you could say he used Daizzi as a Guinea Pig. No? Ok I’ll see myself out.

The dream sequence babies were so ugly sisjwbshsb

Can we talk about the mustache I’ve been dying to talk about the mustache

I miss when the magical charms actually mattered. I hate that it’s all megakumas all the time now (and that’s still a dumb name btw). That’s a rant for another post though.

I’ll admit I forgot some of the plot of Illusion because I was too distracted by everyone’s condiment-based Resistance nicknames. I hope the Resistance keeps being a thing just because those codenames are so funny.

The plan to film someone getting akumatized was solid they just picked the worst possible target without realizing it

I love how the sauce stain on Gabe’s suit was still there at the end but just a little bit faded, so you can tell he went into the bathroom and tried to get it out with water. We’ve all been there. You know how it is with spaghetti.

I have a LOT of thoughts about both Marinette and Adrien refusing to wear the Alliance rings

Lila in the Resistance what will she do

Marinette looks cute with her hair down!

Always good to see Luka and Kagami! I like that they support Marinette and Adrien getting together, although I wish that hadn’t been the only reason they were there.

I think Marinette and I would both prefer if the statue scene never got brought up again

The museum must have some inside sources to make completely accurate statues of every single superhero who’s ever appeared on the show.

Manipula’s outfit reminded me of someone else’s and I can’t think of who. Maybe Backwarder or Queen Banana?

Monarch. My dude. How hard is it to just let akumas out through the window like you used to? Using Voyage every time is lazy, and you’re overworking Kaalki.

That love square flip happened fast. Like, so fast it kinda caught me off guard.

Adrien: “I’m in love 😍” Marinette: “oh no I’m in LOVE”

Marinette, in what world is your superhero partner whose identity you don’t even know a safer person to have a crush on than a normal guy from your school (even if they’re really the same person)?

I am once again asking for more Plagg and Tikki scenes. It’s fun to see them gossip.

They’re right that these two idiots would tell each other their secret identities the second they got together and we all know it.

Nathalie SNAPPED! Good for her!

I’m also very concerned for her. Someone figure out how to help this woman ASAP.

Safari was scary powerful though. How many Miraculous powers did Gabriel give her?

Maybe I’m wrong but. Venom paralyzes people right, it doesn’t knock them out? So shouldn’t Ladybug have been VERY MUCH STILL CONSCIOUS WHEN ADRIEN DETRANSFORMED????

MR BUG AND LADY NOIRE RETURN! I’VE BEEN HOPING FOR THIS!

I love Mr Bug’s straightforward lucky charms

And how being Lady Noire brings out Marinette’s flirty side

I had totally forgotten the kwagatama even existed. It was nice to see it be relevant though.

Oh hey Joan of Arc!

Yay, Alix update! I lowkey want an episode that’s just her time travel adventures.

“My sister is time traveling and I have no idea if she’s safe and this happened suddenly without any warning” is a pretty reasonable thing to get upset over, I’ll give Jalil that.

Tbh original flavor Pharaoh was cooler. This version just traps people in an object, which is the same power as at least 3 other villains.

Horse Boy Adrien CONFIRMED?!

Not specific to this episode but I just thought of it again: why can’t the suit Ladybug gets after using Lucky Charm be her permanent costume? It’s better than the normal one.

Good for you Jalil! I love seeing people fight off akumas.

Awww, Plagg gave Adrien a kwagatama!

Last season I would’ve been cheering over Marinette throwing away the pictures but now when it immediately cut to Adrien walking into the bakery all nervous and blushing afterwards I was like “oh NO”

Alya: it wouldn’t be the end of world [if they got together] Tikki, aware of the events of Chat Blanc: 😬

A kiss! A real, actual kiss that didn’t get erased somehow! I never thought I’d see the day.

The funniest thing to me is I didn’t even know Elation was basically Glaciator 3 going in because everyone was talking about the kiss and no one cared about the villain

We should talk about Glaciator though because Andre knows more about what’s going on than most characters on this show

I don’t really have a favorite side of the love square, but I have to say Marichat was cute in this episode.

All this drama over who has feelings for who when they’re the same people. I can’t wait for the mutual facepalm if they ever figure out each other’s identities.

Chat’s point about confusing idolization of a superhero with real love and not wanting to take advantage of her is…surprisingly mature of him?

He made Marinette sad though and I will be holding that against him

In conclusion I like this season so far! The overarching plot is good to have, the different character dynamics are a nice change of pace, and above all, I’m SO glad it’s being released in order.

[thewickedmerman]

My Redesigns of The Specialists

Well, since I finished with the Winx Club girls and The Trix, I figured it was time to do my redesigns of The Specialists. However, not all of them are going to be just powerless fighters. I felt it would be more fun to make their team be made up of fighters, fairies, and sorcerers. Plus, they get to have their own transformations too. The fighters get transformations similar to the Power Rangers/superheroes (Because it makes no sense for there to be an emergency and they just rush off to change clothes, which is an INSANELY dangerous time waster), the fairies will have transformations similar to the Winx Club themselves, and the sorcerers will have transformations similar to the ones from Miraculous Ladybug (Honestly, I don't know what to think for the sorcerers). Why? Because it's so much more fun that way.

Sky

Well, I got the most BORING of the boys out of the way, so that's something. For his design I used Eric's body from The Little Mermaid, the face of Derek from The Swan Princess (Or at least from a specific poster), used his second hairstyle from the show because it suits him better and look less like a surfer dude, and I used the uniforms The Specialists get in the later seasons because it's BADASS. Plus, considering that Eraklyon is related to geology, it makes sense to have some armor that looks like stones. I did change the shade of blue to match his signature color, which is sky blue (I mean, it's in his name). He is the prince of Eraklyon and the son of a sorcerer and a fairy, but they still loved him despite that he had no magic. However, that made them even more protective of him since he was a child and there was a threat of him being kidnapped and held for ransom by Yoshinoya. So Sky's best friend/squire, Brandon (Who is a fairy and has magic to protect himself and Sky) was to switch places with Sky for public appearances and in school, so that no one would know who Sky really is. The only ones who knew the truth were the royal family, the castle staff, members of the royal court, and Diaspro & her parents (Who Sky was betrothed to since they were babies). Despite having no powers, Sky refused to be helpless and studied fighting hand-to-hand combat and weaponry. Sky is a boring character but could be good if put in the right hands. Give him flaws, have him held more accountable for his actions, none of the bullshit conflict that happens with him and Bloom from seasons 4-8.

Brandon

For his design, I used the face of Edward from Enchanted, the nose of Rameses from The Prince of Egypt, the eyes of Joseph from Joseph: King of Dreams, and the body of Bolin from The Legend of Korra. I've always questioned what race Brandon was supposed to be coded as because he seemed pretty ambiguous. Was he just white but with a tan? Was he Middle Eastern? Was he Filipino? Was he Hispanic or Latino? I saw someone say he was Middle Eastern and pointed out some areas in the Middle East where they have lighter tan complexions, dark brown hair, and similar features to him. So I thought for some representation, I would go with the Middle Eastern coded option. I made him a little darker than he was in the original show by giving him Flora's skin color from the original show (Since I gave her a darker skin-tone in my redesign of her), sharper eyes, and more Middle Eastern looking nose. I didn't want to use Aladdin's nose because the noses of Aladdin and Jasmine were a little too exaggerated the same way that the noses in Lilo and Stitch were too exaggerated (Polynesians don't have potato noses). I also wanted to show some body diversity by giving him a plus-sized body. NO, Bolin's body isn't fat but it's very much plus-sized. Brandon was a fat little boy growing up because he was just built differently. However, as he got older and started training, he bulked up. He's still plus-sized but is also muscular. You're probably wondering why I decided to make Brandon a fairy. I don't know but it just works. He is the fairy of geodes! I got that idea from Diaspro's fairy form and powers. They come from Eraklyon, so the magic in that world must be related to geology. So he's basically an Earthbender lol. But his powers are rooted on rocks, stones, gems, ect. so it's no wonder his body is so solid like a rock. I also modeled his wings after Diaspro's, which I noticed are solid instead of transparent like other fairy wings. I figured that must be part of the geology themed powers. As for his costume, I based it on one of the background fairies that were seen during the destruction of Bloom's home planet, Sparx. It just looked like it suited him. He and Sky have been friends since they were little and he is Sky's squire. He's the son of one of the palace guards. Since Sky was in danger of being abducted since he was a little kid, Brandon was made to pretend he was the prince for Sky's protection. Brandon's parents were dead against it, but the king demanded it. However, it was ultimately Brandon who decided to do it, even if his parents disapproved of putting their son in danger. You may ask, how would people believe that two white parents had a brown son? No idea! I guess they just said he was naturally tan lol.

Riven

For Riven's design, I gave him the face/head of Proteus from Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, the body of Shang from Mulan, and the eyes of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. For his outfit, I didn't want to just give him the same outfit as Sky but with a different color because I wanted more individuality. So I gave him the outfits that were worn by Nex and Thoren (Sky's cousin). They looked less heroic and epic as the outfit I gave Sky, which suits Riven's more roughish nature and how he hasn't had an easy life compared to Sky (More on that later). It also has a bit of a low-key bad boy vibe to it. I still stayed true to his signature color, magenta, while making sure it didn't clash with his magenta hair, and giving him some purple to match his eyes. And I just had to give him an angry look on his face because it's Riven, so of course. Riven is my absolute LEAST favorite of the specialists. Sky may be boring as hell but Riven is ANNOYING as hell. He's poorly written, has terrible development, is always an asshole for no reason, has no backstory to justify the way he is, doesn't really change, and his relationship with Musa is absolutely toxic. In my version, I give him a backstory and better character development. His backstory is that he was born to a father that was a sorcerer and a mother that was a fairy while he was born without the ability to perform magic, which was a MASSIVE disappointment to his parents. They neglected him, emotionally abused him, and on occasion physically. This makes his actions and attitude all the more understandable. He's a show off because of how he never really got attention growing up from his own parents and is trying to make up for it, as well as prove that he is capable of great things and isn't useless just because he doesn't have powers. He's angry and a hothead but has more of a secret gentle side that he sometimes shows, MUCH MORE than the original Riven, which helps make it more understandable why Musa would have a crush on him. His emotional baggage also made it easier for Darcy to manipulate him, even giving him some magic (But takes it away when she dumps him). His backstory also gives him a reason for why he lashes out at his fellow teammates. In my version, Brandon is a fairy and Timmy is a sorcerer, so they can perform magic while he can't. He especially resents Sky because of how he was also born with parents that could perform magic while he couldn't but was still given love and attention despite this. It made him VERY angry and jealous because of how Sky manage to have parents that adore him, despite being born unable to do magic, while Riven had neglectful and abusive parents because of his inability to perform magic.

Timmy

For his face/head I used some old concept design of Milo from Atlantis: The Lost Empire and the smile, eyes, and body of Aladdin. I went with Aladdin's body because of how Timmy wouldn't be as masculine as the others but wouldn't be lanky. Aladdin has some muscles on him but he's not super built. I also gave him freckles because it's just too perfect for him. His outfit was tricky because of how I had to find a way of making him look like a sorcerer but also incorporate it with technology to go with his powers because of how he is the Sorcerer of Technology. For his scepter, I went with Tecna's Mythix wand, with some adjustments. Redheads look surprisingly really good in the color yellow. I decided to make Timmy a sorcerer because of how I feel it suits his personality. He's not as action-oriented as the other guys but more intellectual, even though he still fights. Imagine how amazing he'd be with technology with magic. He'd excel! No, I don't have him being from Zenith like Tecna but from another technology planet, though one that isn't considered as high up as Zenith. So this makes him feel a little intimidated by Tecna, that and him having a MASSIVE crush on her. He always is trying to prove that he is capable and isn't just some weak nerd. Out of all of the specialists, he's one of my favorite, if not my number one favorite. He's just absolutely awesome with how much of a dork he is.

Helia

Helia was the one that I was looking the most forward to doing a redesign of because of how I made him a fairy. Out of all of the Specialists, he's the one that really benefits the best from being made a fairy, especially when I got to his Believix and Enchantix. He has more of a feminine personality while still proving he isn't a wuss but rather a badass, despite being a pacifist. This gives him layers and depth beyond just being a typical good looking hero. Plus, his hair is just AMAZING! I used the body of Mako from The Legend of Korra, the eyes and nose of Shang from Mulan, and the head/face of Little Creek from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron. I also gave him Brandon's skin tone to make him look more brown instead of just a light Asian. His outfit is very feminine but also clearly meant for a man because of how it's kind of toga looking. But I did his toga in a way that looks more Asian inspired instead of Greek inspired. Plus, this look suits his chill and relaxed personality. I made his outfit salmon pink with some orange because those colors just look so good on him and just suit his character. I made him the fairy of art, the same way that Musa is the fairy of music. So he can make art literally come to life, turn things like paint into ropes, can control paper (Particularly when in an origami shape), create portals, can jump into paintings to hide, and you get the point. Basically, his powers are awesome!

Nabu

And now we've come to my favorite of The Specialists, Prince Nabu. First of all, I want to make VERY CLEAR that in my version, Nabu DOESN'T die! That was a bunch of BULL CRAP! I mean, he's introduced in season 3 and then close to the end of season 4 they kill him off? Not to mention that out of all the boys, they chose the darkest one, who was also the love interest of black woman! She ended up having to suffer more than any of the other girls because of this. Not to mention that in season 5 they tried to replace him with a brown (But much lighter) man with terrible blonde hair and a terribly bland and boring personality to match, Roy. Then when that didn't work, they did a dumb love triangle in season 6 where the white man that has a personality mixture of Riven and Brandon, Nex. Yeah, all of this is TOTALLY not racist! And that's coming from a white man. Also, I wanna also point out that Nabu is NOT black! He is Indian, so he is coded as South Asian. Now that we got my rant out of the way, for his design I used the face/head of Naveen from The Princess and the Frog, the body of Flynn Rider from Tangled (I wanted to use Naveen but there wasn't a base of him to use or a tasteful nude picture of him), and the eyes of Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I also chose to keep his super long single braid instead of the two shoulder blade length braids he had in season 4. Why? Because it just looks SO MUCH better and is more badass. Non-white men just look amazing with long hair. He is still a prince but he doesn't come from Layla's planet, Andros. Why? Because that planet is water themed and his powers aren't related to water. His powers are illusions and healing, so it only makes sense that he comes from another planet, especially when the rules of Andros are black while Nabu and his family are Indian. He and Layla are in an arranged marriage, which she refuses and their relationship still goes the same way it did in season 3. Except, I'm having them meet during my Sirenix story line because that season would be about Layla, due to it being water themed. He still went by a disguised name, Ophir before revealing his true identity once they fell in love. So I'm giving true respect to the Sorcerer of Healing and Illusions.

And now for Brandon and Helia's Believix!

Just like the girls, Brandon and Helia are getting Believix and Enchantix forms. For the Believix forms I took inspiration from @teawithlemonacid, who did some fanart of The Specialists as fairies. I did make some adjustments of my own but still did take inspiration from that artist, so credit where credit is due. As I said when I did the girls with their Believix, the way they earn their Believix is pretty much the same way they earned their Charmix in season 2. They have to believe in themselves and overcome a personal struggle. I also took liberties with the Believix aesthetic because of how I want the fairy looks to be more timeless rather than dated-looking.

Brandon's Believix

For Brandon's design, I gave him a new hairstyle because if the girls get new hairstyles for each new fairy form, so do the boys. I gave him Nex's hair, apart from those dumb looking sideburns. I embroidered some stoned onto his outfit because of how he's the fairy of geodes. Since I also decided to have his race be Middle Eastern, I decided to incorporate some of that into his look as well. I gave him some curled toed shoes and some Middle Eastern inspired accessories. That was hard because of how most Middle Eastern jewelry are women's jewelry. I gave him Tecna's Mythix wings because they just really suit him for some reason. As for how he earned his Believix, well he had to overcome some hidden resentment he had for Sky that was starting to show during a trust exercise. He resented that he had to put his life on the line for Sky ever since they were kids. That really effects a child when they are having their lives in danger in order to protect someone else. Yes, Brandon did agree to do it in order to protect his friend but he also knew that if he didn't do it that he and his parents would be in trouble with the King and Queen. Sky's parents didn't really show much concern for Brandon's safety and that caused more resentment because Sky didn't really say anything to his parents about their poor treatment of his friend. Sky could tell something was up and it was only when Brandon stopped bottling up his feelings that things started to get better. It was emotional and difficult but Brandon felt better when he finally let it all out. It was then that he earned his Believix.

Helia's Enchantix

homeworldHelia's Believix was A LOT of fun to do. I loved getting to have his hair loose because it looks amazing. I didn't make too many changes to the outfit I modeled this after. I love how the gold has a paint-like feel to it. It really adds to his powers being art based. I used Flora's prototype Bloomix wings for his Believix wings because they just seemed to suit him. I also had the magic coming from his hand looking even bigger and more powerful than it was during his Magic Winx form. The way he earns his Believix was different from how others earned their Believix. instead of mainly being an emotional struggle, it was also a physical struggle because he had to overcome his passive nature. He has a lot of power but he holds himself back because of an accident that happened when he was a kid. Because he didn't restrain himself, a friend of his got badly hurt. The friend lived but his parents wouldn't allow him to be friends with Helia anymore. After that, Helia kept to himself, chose not to be aggressive, and wouldn't live up to his true abilities because of that accident. His grandfather, Saladin (The headmaster at Red Fountain), has been trying to break him out of it and live up to his true potential. It was only when his friends, specifically Flora, were in danger that he finally overcame his passive nature and started using his full power. This caused him to earn his Believix.

And finally for Helia and Brandon's Enchantix

We have come to Helia and Brandon's final transformations, Enchantix. Just like the girls, they must earn theirs by saving someone from their homeworld by making a big sacrifice. The boys were hard to do, due to how there wasn't really anything for me to go off of. However, I think I managed to do a pretty good job. I also wanted to have them be in revealing outfits just like the girls. I mean, fair is fair, after all. Let me know what you think.

Helia's Enchantix

For Helia, I wanted to do something that had an Asian influence to it that also showed his art powers being influenced. I gave him something that was very flowing to go with his sensitive and feminine personality while also having a rainbow theme to go with his powers. I didn't use the colors of the rainbow because I didn't want him to just look like a Pride themed look, which ended up looking awkward and busy when I first attempted it. So I limited the colors to the ones in his wings to make it look better. I still wanted to include his two main colors, salmon pink and gold while still making the rainbow colors pop. I went with a very Asian inspired hairstyle, which actually shows both of his eyes. The eye that is usually covered is actually blind, which goes with the childhood backstory I gave him that helped him earn his Believix, which will also play a part in earning his Enchantix, which I will get to in a little bit. I felt it would show him embracing himself while also showing the Asian culture. I took some liberties with the jewelry because of how most jewelry is meant for women, which is why most male looks are boring. I tried to butch up his shoes to make them look less girly and making the gems resemble a paintbrush. For his wings, I used Stella's Mythix wings because they look like a rainbow, which really suits Helia. I made his powers in his hand the biggest and strongest they've looked out of all his fairy forms. As for how he earns his Enchantix, I had him save his old childhood friend, who Helia had accidentally caused to become permanently blind because of his powers, which also caused Helia to become blind in his right eye. He had seen him but was avoiding him because of his guilt, despite his old friend trying to reach out to him during this time. He saves his old friend from an avalanche that was caused by The Trix, specifically Stormy. Helia not only almost died but his wings were crushed, so he wouldn't be able to fly. He said that he lost his friend once because of something he did and wasn't going to lose his friend again when he could do something about it. However, it was due to this sacrifice that he was able to earn his Enchantix and gain a new and MUCH stronger pair of wings. Not only that, but he had his old friend back after all this time. Helia apologized for what he did to his friend when they were kids, but his friend forgave him and said he missed Helia.

Brandon's Enchantix

Brandon's Enchantix was even more difficult than Helia's because of how Brandon's not as feminine as Helia. I took some inspiration from Tynix because of how Brandon's powers are related to geodes. I made his vest and best/waist thing look like diamonds. I even incorporated gems into his sash. I took major liberties with jewelry because Middle Eastern (Which is the race I decided Brandon is) jewelry is very limited in jewelry for men, at least from the google search I did. I love the one sleeve look I gave him with his emerald vest/armor. I even gave him some gems on the bottom of his pants. I gave him very Aladdin looking pants, only without the crotch being so low lol. I gave him the hairstyle of the character Thoren from Winx Club and Stella's Tynix wings. The way he earns his Enchantix was by saving Sky from being eaten by one of Valtor's minions, causing Brandon to be eaten instead. This cause Brandon to earn his Enchantix and his powers were enhanced to where he could destroy the creature from the inside. This earned him not only his Enchantix, but also finally getting respect from Sky's parents, who, AT LAST, apologize for how they treated him. Yeah, this is simple but you get the point.

ENJOY!

Credit for the character bases goes to SelenaEde, Credit for the backgrounds goes to SparxGuardian, credit for Helia's Believix wings goes to darkfairyofmadness, and credit for the Enchantix wings and Brandon's Believix wings goes to AstralBlu. All of whom are on DeviantArt.

[chatonne-rousse]

Three Kids and a Hamster

This was my contribution to the @adrienettezine.  I joined the zine as a beta and ended up as a pinch hitter - this sweet little fluffy story was the result.  I hope you enjoy it!  I just love these two so much.

Read it on Ao3 here.

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The same full moon that lit their way over rooftops and across the Seine an hour before shines through the hatch above the bed, illuminating their entwined legs in its gentle glow and casting shadows on the room below. Even if she weren't tucked beneath his arm with her cheek against his chest, this would be a place of perfect peace, awash in a sense of rightness and comfort and home. It makes his chest constrict all of a sudden, his next inhale a sharp shudder that rouses her immediately from near-sleep.

"You okay, Chaton?" she murmurs, eyes wide and worried.

He reassures her with a soft, genuine smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...thinking."

Bending forward to press a kiss to her forehead, he pulls her back down to his chest and starts up a purr for her. The breathy giggle he gets in return is always worth the twinge of embarrassment and the weird tickle in his throat.

"About what?"

The purr dies down, replaced with a contented hum. "How much I love you, of course, Princess. What else?"

As expected, she swats him playfully and laughs, but a moment later he feels her hand stretch across his torso as she cuddles closer into his side.

"I mean it," she whispers into his shirt. "Your breathing got all weird. What's wrong?"

"Bugaboo, you know you take my breath away!"

"Adrien."

Her voice is all no-nonsense Ladybug, but it just makes him grin wider.

"I'm actually not kitten, Marinette."

She groans and lifts her head again but when she meets his gaze after an exaggerated eye roll, her features soften in response to his. She begins to duck her head shyly before changing course and pressing her lips to his instead, soft and sweet and warm. His eyes slip shut and he melts beneath her, his ever-romantic heart singing her name over and over in a three-beat cadence.

"I love you, too," she whispers against his lips, finally breaking away after a long, slow kiss that leaves them both breathless.

After a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth and another on his jaw, she settles back into the crook of his neck, her breath warm and tickly and perfect against his skin.

Logically, he knows he needs to transform and head home, but the stark difference between his bedroom prison and Marinette's warmth is enough to keep him here just a little longer, stretching time and tempting fate.

Wouldn't it be wonderful, he thinks, as the sleepy calm drifts over them once more, to stay here forever, just like this?

He imagines waking up this way, morning breath and snoring kwamis and a warm tangle of limbs illuminated by a new day's dawnlight instead of the quiet moon. Perhaps there would be a purring cat asleep on the bed with them. And one day, maybe, he'd wake to find a toddler who had crawled up onto the bed and wriggled between them in the night to be close to maman and papa. A family. His heart squeezes with emotion again, but he keeps his breathing steady and Marinette doesn't seem to notice this time.

Dreaming of what the future might hold seems like an extravagant luxury in a world where a supervillain regularly terrorizes Paris and threatens to rend the very fabric of the universe and its delicate balance. Then again, isn't that all the more reason to dream?

Even with the freedom being Chat Noir grants him, the responsibility of avoiding that fate is a heavy weight across his shoulders, and a far more cumbersome yoke on his Lady's. Imagining a day when they can transform for fun instead of necessity, cook dinner together, fall asleep just like this, and not have to wonder if an akuma alert will rouse them before the sun—well, that just makes him fight each battle harder and despise Hawkmoth that much more. After all, the fate of humanity includes the fate of Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng, too.

Her fingers glide feather-light at his wrist, so he knows she's still awake, and before he can think twice about it, he's murmuring a question into the dark.

"Hey, Bug?" He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Do you ever think about...the future?"

Her hand stops its gentle, soothing motion against his arm, and he misses the feeling immediately.

"After we defeat Hawkmoth, or...?" she trails off.

"That could happen tomorrow, so let's start with tomorrow and go from there."

She resumes her caress, though this time her hand trails higher, up and under his t-shirt sleeve to the warm skin of his bicep. He smiles against her hair and hugs his heat-seeking little bug tighter.

"Well, tomorrow we have a calculus test, then you have a piano lesson after school. I really didn't plan anything beyond that, but if we're going to squeeze in an epic final battle with Hawkmoth, I suppose I should work on my history project at lunch to get ahead."

"Cheeky bug!" He tickles her in retaliation, and she giggles into his chest. "I was being serious!"

"I know, Minou." She laughs for another moment but says nothing more.

He waits through one deep breath, then two, before he whispers her name, questioning, against her hair.

She cranes her neck to look up at him, her gaze shy but warm. "It's just...can I be weird?"

Ah, that explains her reticence. The delighted half-smile that crosses his face is pure Chat Noir, but he can't help it. He loves this.

"Of course, My Lady. Always."

Five months and four days ago (yes, he's counting—it was the greatest day of his life, so far), after more than three years of superhero partnership and civilian friendship, an unplanned reveal, and the awkward nine day aftermath (yes, he counted—it was awful), they'd finally made it official. Adrien and Marinette had, at least. Ladynoir was still under wraps for now to avoid suspicion, but he looked forward to the day when a real kiss they could both remember would grace the front page of the Ladyblog.

At the beginning, between blissful kisses and timid touches, they'd taken the time to really get to know each other—with no secrets between them, a whole, beautiful picture emerged. It was amazing and thrilling and freeing. It was also a bit embarrassing.

She'd seen him in his Ladybug pajamas one evening when she'd stopped by his bedroom for an unplanned visit. Another afternoon, he'd opened a drawer in her room looking for a pen and discovered approximately two dozen photos of himself looking back at him. Plagg had unceremoniously dropped Adrien's Ladybug and Chat Noir action figures onto Marinette's lap while they watched a movie and proceeded to tell her that Adrien sometimes played with his dolls and made them kiss. He'd never been so mortified in his life (and he once fought an akuma wearing a banana costume, so that was saying something), especially when Marinette had laughed until she cried.

He'd have sentenced the tiny magical agent of chaos to eating Velveeta for a week if Marinette hadn't caught her breath, removed his hands from his beet-red face, and kissed him silly.

Afterward, lovestruck, he'd asked, "So I'm not...weird?"

Cheeks still stained with the sweetest blush, eyes soft and bright and full of love, she'd responded, "Of course you are, kitty. I already knew that," and kissed him again for good measure. "It's a good thing your Lady is just as weird."

And just like that, it was okay. His pajamas, her photo collection, his action figures, her calendar.

Can I be weird? preceded his admission of being unable to sleep if his Marinette lucky charm wasn't beneath his pillow. It was asked before he learned she slept with her handmade Chat Noir plushie beside her every night.

The question is rhetorical, of course. Permission to be weird is simply indemnity from embarrassment, a solemn vow of understanding between them. It's been the lead-in to many shared secrets and it still gives him a little thrill every time, just knowing that he's about to learn another closely-held tidbit about his Lady.

Tonight, he's especially curious—the question he asked was about the future, after all.

"I used to think about it a lot," she begins quietly. "And I mean, a lot. I'm a planner, you know."

Oh, he knows. Thank goodness one of them is.

"You've seen my sketchbook. You saw my wedding dress designs and all your possible matching tuxes. Alya's dress and Nino's suit..."

"And they were beautiful, Bug. I loved them all."

He can feel her smile against his t-shirt collar.

"Thank you, Chaton. But...it's not just that. I, um...I chose the flowers for my bouquet, I planned the menu for the reception dinner—"

"And your parents will make the croquembouche," he whispers, suddenly entranced.

She nods, but goes silent once more. He wants to hear about everything—the venue she imagined for the service and reception, what they'll wear at the civil ceremony prior, whether their guests will throw rice or rose petals or wheat as they exit as newlyweds. It's all so beautiful, his heart is positively singing; how could she ever think this is weird?

"I named our children."

The song in his heart comes to an abrupt stop when the rhythm falters before restarting at hummingbird speed.

Dazed, he breathes, "Our..."

"I know!" she groans. She covers her eyes with one hand and buries her face in his shirt. Her voice is muffled, but he's hanging on every word. "I told you it was weird! I named them! I thought about who would be youngest, oldest, middle--"

"Three?" He chokes on air. Is he even breathing?

"I designed the little outfit we'd bring each of them home from the hospital in. Their nursery had a theme! Our hamster had a name! I imagined our house, our garden, the layout of the kitchen, the color of our master bathroom!"

"What color?" he asks weakly.

A pause.

"Blue."

"I love blue."

"I know."

Silence descends again, as he attempts to regulate his breathing and bring his swirling, scattered thoughts under control. She hasn't moved a muscle, and neither has he. Honestly, he's thankful to be moored to his steadfast port in the storm right now, so he can't float away or slip under.

"Adrien?"

He hums questioningly in response.

"I'm sorry." Her voice is small and tinged with sadness, slicing directly through his current bubble of overwhelmed euphoria in an instant.

Sitting up so quickly that she's dislodged from his side with a startled squeak, he pulls both of her hands between his and brings her close enough to really see her face in the shadowy moonlight.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks, baffled. "That was..." he trails off, shaking his head as he searches for the correct word, wanting to convey his feelings properly. Incredible doesn't seem like enough. Perfect, perhaps? A dream I didn't know I had until you said it, and now I want that exact thing more than I've ever wanted anything in my life?

"Crazy, I know. Selfish."

"What? No!" he exclaims, and her wide eyes snap to meet his. "Marinette, it sounds amazing!"

"Amazing?"

He lets go of her hands to gather her in a hug instead, happy to feel her arms wrap tightly around him in turn.

"Amazing," he murmurs against her hair, hoping she can hear the sincerity in his voice. "Why do you think it's selfish?"

"Because...because I never thought about what you'd want, not really. Maybe you don't want kids—"

"I want kids," he interrupts.

"Or maybe you don't like hamsters."

"Mari, I love hamsters."

She smiles against his skin. "I'm glad. I thought you'd want a cat."

"Oh, I do," he says, nodding.

"I knew it!" she laughs. "But I didn't know any of that back then. I just dreamed my own wild dreams and brought a fantasy of future you along for the ride. It wasn't fair to you." She leans back, settling her wrists over his shoulders and searching his gaze with her own. "You deserve to have a say in your own life, Adrien. For once."

A wave of stunned gratitude wells up within him and he swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. No one, not even his beloved mother, has ever extended him the courtesy of autonomy, much less apologized for not considering it in the first place. The way Marinette loves him, with a selfless, gentle kindness, is like nothing he's ever known, and it overwhelms him sometimes.

Oh, he loves her so much.

"Marinette," he says, when he's able to. "Do you want to live on a desert island with me and eat only fruit for the rest of our lives?"

She blinks, confused.

"Because that was one of my dreams," he continues. "You—well, Ladybug—me, our hamster, and a ton of fruit. Silly, right?" He shrugs. "I was a lovesick teenager. I have a feeling you know something about that, don't you, Bugaboo?" His cheeky wink and Chat Noir smirk are rewarded with the blush and giggle he'd hoped for. "My point is, I wasn't thinking about what you wanted when I daydreamed about that, and I never worried about it. You have nothing to be sorry for, Bug."

Her smile is bright even in the shadowy loft. "Thanks, Minou. Those were fun dreams."

"Were? You don't want the hamster and the blue bathroom anymore? I was just getting excited about our house and three kids."

"What do you dream about?" She asks, clearly dodging the question with one of her own.

He doesn't even have to think on it to know the answer.

"A family. Hugs. Eating dinner at a little table together. Going to the beach and seeing you in your bikini."

She snorts. "Tomcat."

"I'm only human, Mari."

"Adrien, you can purr."

"Touché."

They can only laugh. Their lives really are ridiculous.

"Princess?" He asks after they've settled into silence again. "What are their names?"

"Who?"

"Our kids."

She takes a deep, deep breath, and it feels like an eternity before she speaks. "Emma, Louis, and Hugo."

"I love them already," he breathes, imagination awhirl with scenes of bedtime stories and blanket forts and the myriad other childhood joys he only knows about from movies and tv. It's so beautiful, they're so beautiful, that he has to clench his teeth for a moment to keep from crying. "Have you drawn them?"

She nods, brow starting to furrow in concern at what must be one hell of an expression on his face.

"And their clothes? The nursery? Our kitchen?"

"Yes, I told you I was—"

"You're amazing, Marinette. I can't wait to see them. I can't wait to meet them."

Before he knows it, she's pulled him into her embrace, whispering her love against his shoulder. If a few tears escape into her hair, she doesn't say a word. They stay like that for a few long, sweet moments, until a thought pops into his mind.

"Mari? Why didn't Plagg find those drawings when he found your sketchbook of wedding ideas?"

She pulls away from him and giggles. "Because that sketchbook is hidden under the mattress."

"Along with how many of my photos?"

The mock-glare she levels at him would be terrifying if she weren't so adorable. He leans in and watches her stern expression slacken just before their lips connect and his eyes close, and her soft sigh tells him he's forgiven once more for teasing her.

They fall back against the cat pillow and soft pink sheets once more, rearranging their bodies to that perfect fit that reminds him every time how phenomenally lucky he is to have found his soul's other half as a teenager via ancient magic and fated proximity. The kiss deepens, his hands clutch at her back, and he thrills at the feel of her fingers in his hair. This is everything, everything—love and light and power and freedom, the chance for a future, a home, a family.

It's just another late autumn Tuesday night in Paris. Marinette will convince him to stay for another hour, he'll set an alarm. They'll go to school again tomorrow and, though it's certainly possible they'll defeat Hawkmoth before the day is over, it's more likely they'll simply fight and cleanse another akuma before returning to the library to work on that history project.

But it's suddenly different. He's always fought for Paris, for the safety of his friends and family, for his beloved partner. Now? A new and different feeling of protectiveness rises in his chest, even as her tongue brushes the seam of his lips and his purr rumbles gently between their bodies.

Hawkmoth will rue the day he tried to take Emma, Louis, and Hugo away before Adrien could meet them. He makes the promise right here and now, with his Lady in his arms and their kwamis sleeping on the desk below: Every akuma from now until he can punch Hawkmoth in the face and rip the misused miraculous from him, Chat Noir will fight for Paris, the world, and that shining dream of the future. He's one half of an unstoppable team. Together, they can, and will, do anything.

He and Marinette have three kids and a hamster to look forward to, after all. And it's going to be amazing.

[flightfoot]

Adrichat Hell - Day 30 - Wedding

AO3

@adrichatnovember2020

Marinette still wasn’t totally sure how this had happened.

Yes she’d been the wedding planner, but she was half-convinced she was dreaming the whole time she worked to set it up. 

At first glance, it looked like a normal party. Balloons, streamers, tables with food (catered by a combination of her parents and Alya’s mom of course), even a turntable for Nino and a stage.

She didn’t know what the stage was for exactly. The wedding ceremony she guessed? Adrien had been pretty vague about why he needed it.

At least his reasons for needing the Mouse and Fox Miraculous were pretty clear. Using three Miraculous at once wasn’t generally advised, but he’d practiced while she was there to help, and it didn’t seem likely to be outright dangerous. Unlike when she’d used several Miraculous at once, he was only wearing the ones he needed, which should limit the exhaustion.

While she’d helped arrange most of it, such as setting up the tables, catering, inviting friends, etc., there were a few things Adrien had insisted on tending to himself.

Looking around, she frowned. Adrien had insisted on inviting Luka personally; so where was he?

*strumming noises*

Ah, must be Luka! Different guitar than usual, but he did have… some… variety…

Her jaw dropped.

Luka strode onto the stage wearing a giant top hat, a monstrosity of a green suit, blue sunglasses, and… was that a red rose in his lapel? Well she knew what Adrien had contributed to the ensemble.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just doin' what comes naturally,” Lukaler belted out, playing the guitar while he sang.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be? I'm just following my destiny.”

...Marinette felt like she should’ve seen this coming. She didn’t know HOW she was supposed to see it coming, but she should have.

As Lukaler continued the song that she was sure would be playing incessantly in her head for the next month, many of her friends who had initially just stopped and stared, shrugged and started dancing instead.

Lukaler finished singing his signature song, abruptly changing it to “Here Comes the Bride”. 

Chat Noir approached the stage, wearing a modified version of his suit, turning it into a leather dress. Could’ve used some more color to it, but Plagg did what he could.

Meanwhile, Adrien approached from the other side, wearing the fitted suit Marinette had modified. Though she’d had to REfit it once they both realized that in reality, he’d still be wearing his Chat Noir suit underneath it.

Figuring out how to pull this off was a little tricky. They could’ve just had one be an illusion of course, but then they’d go POOF super easily, plus they wouldn’t really still be Adrien. 

The Mouse Miraculous solved the duplication problem, but then Adrien wouldn’t exactly look like ADRIEN, would he?

Ultimately he ended up using all three Miraculous - the Mouse so he could be in two places at once, the Black Cat so he could be Chat Noir, and the Fox to disguise that he was transformed using the Mouse as both Adrien and Chat Noir. 

“Do you, Chat Noir, take Adrien to be your husband, through good times and bad, through sickness and through health, through whatever trials and tribulations may await you, ‘til death do you part?”

“I do,” Chat Noir said, eyes trained on… wait, was Adrien seriously blushing? Maybe it was just an illusion, but… at this point, she didn’t want to know.

“And do you, Adrien, take Chat Noir to be your husband, through good times and bad, through sickness and through health, through whatever trials and tribulations may await you, ‘til death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then I pronounce you-” Lukaler strummed his guitar, “partners for life!”

Chat Noir gently lifted Adrien up in a bridal carry, bringing him closer, the sun playing on their hair so they almost appeared to be glowing with marital bliss, until they locked in a passionate kiss.

Marinette ducked her head, trying to deal with the VERY confused emotions going on inside of her.

Lukaler launching into a song to the tune of “Biggering” about the importance of self-love and breaking free from abusive influences was NOT helping.

But…

Looking at all her friends dancing and clapping, having fun, getting together for the first time since Hawkmoth’s defeat?

Maybe “confusing” was okay.

...she still wanted to know why Luka just happened to have a Onceler outfit available at the drop of a hat though.

“STOP!”

Marinette’s head swiveled to the voice, along with the rest of the crowd.

A boy stood at the side of the stage wearing one of those Viperion costumes that’d been gaining popularity lately, complete with…

...Ok after this was over she was going to find whoever was making these rubber masks and try to find a way to make them less nightmare-inducing. She didn’t even want to know what her own mask would look like.

(Yes she did)

(It’d be great for pranking her Kitty later)

“Lukaler, Lukaler, my dude Lukaler,” Ninoperion opined (no one else said “dude” as much as he did; she’d have to talk to him about breaking that habit while in disguise, or else Alya wouldn’t be the only one to figure out his secret identity). “I have loved you from afar for so long, have counted every day that goes by without your presence, longing only to set eyes on you once more. I- I dare not to ask, for I am simply a superhero, and you? You are an icon, rising from the ashes, never able to be killed (as much as some may have tried) but simply reincarnating in a new form, but- would you marry me?”

What.

What even.

Lukaler strutted over to Ninoperion, gently cupping his chin in his hands, tilting it upwards. “I have been watching you too,” he purred, “You underestimate yourself, for I have always loved you.” He strummed a few chords on his guitar. “Let us make sweet music together!”

NOPE.

Marinette spun around, walking back home.

“Hey, where are you going?” Chat Noir shouted at her.

“TO BED. WAKE ME UP WHEN THE WORLD MAKES SENSE AGAIN!”

“Do you think we overdid it?” Adrien wondered.

Ninoperion shrugged. “Alya’s taping this, she can catch Marinette up later. In the meantime, we have a second wedding to get underway!”

@gale-of-the-nomads invented the monstrosity known as Lukaler, and I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I dunno who started the whole “Luka is Nino” thing, but I had to include it as well!