#Le secret de Grayson
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thepenguinandthefiend · 8 months ago
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My F/Os
Since I've decided to become a self-ship blog now, here's a list of my f/os. There will likely be more added later.
Romantic F/Os:
Zatanna Zatara (DC comics) {no sharing} Johanna Mason (Hunger Games) {no sharing} Desire (The Sandman) {no sharing} Elektra Natchios (Marvel comics) {no sharing} Bucky Barnes (MCU) {sharing iffy} Illyana Rasputin (X-Men) {no sharing} Bill Potts (Doctor Who) {sharing ok} Dean Winchester (Supernatural) {no sharing} Mazikeen (Lucifer) {sharing iffy} Remy LeBeau (X-Men) {sharing iffy} Gareth Ritter (Brain Dead) {no sharing} Vanessa Morales (In the Heights) {sharing iffy} Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) {sharing ok} Elsa Bloodstone (Marvel Comics) {no sharing} Boodikka (Green Lantern) {sharing ok} Felicity Smoak (Arrow) {sharing iffy} Lena Luthor (Supergirl) {sharing iffy} Emilia Rothschild (Jack of All Trades) {sharing ok} Shotzi (WWE) {no sharing} Finn Balor (WWE) {no sharing} Abadon (AEW) {no sharing} Tulip O'Hare (Preacher) {sharing ok} Queen Emeraldas (Galaxy Express 999) {sharing ok} Dr. Kimiyo Hoshi (DC Comics) {sharing iffy} Darby Allin (AEW) {no sharing} Jenny Green (Dead Boy Detectives) {sharing iffy} Bleez (Green Lantern) {sharing ok} Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) {no sharing} Harley Quinn (DC Comics) {sharing iffy} Poison Ivy {sharing iffy}
Queer-Platonic F/Os:
America Chavez (Young Avengers) Ella Lopez (Lucifer) Finnick Odair (Hunger Games) Hartley Rathaway (Flash/DC comics) Kate Bishop (Young Avengers) Monica Rambeau (Marvel Comics/MCU) Larissa Duan (Check, Please) Roxie Richter (Scott Pilgrim) Shvaughn Erin (Legion of Superheroes) Bling Mag (Repo: the Genetic Opera) Drew McIntyre (WWE) Yelena Belova (Marvel Comics) Ianto Jones (Torchwood) Benny Lafitte (Supernatural) Carla (In the Heights)
Platonic F/Os:
Kon-El (DC comics) Eliot Waugh (The Magicians) Jonathan Crane (DC comics) Wallace Wells (Scott Pilgrim) Ragdoll (Secret Six) Yukio Okumura (Blue Exorcist) Winn Schott Jr. (Supergirl) Edward Nygma (Gotham) William Poindexter (Check, Please) Jaysen Caulfield (Icebreaker) Onomatopoeia (DC comics) Topher Brink (Dollhouse) Danhausen (AEW) Roy Harper (DC comics/Arrowverse) Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice: the Musical)
Familial F/Os:
Alfred Pennyworth (DC comics) [grandfather] The Master (Doctor Who) [father] Wanda Maximoff (Marvel comics) [mother] Ursula (The Little Mermaid) [mother] Queen of Hearts (Alice in Wonderland) [mother] Bruce Wayne (DC comics) [father] Pietro Maximoff (Marvel comics) [uncle] Lorna Dane (Marvel comics) [aunt] Erik Lensher (Marvel comics) [grandfather] John Constantine (DC comics/Arrowverse) [older brother] Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil) [older brother] Leonard Snart (DC comics/Arrowverse) [older brother] Lisa Snart (DC comics/Arrowverse) [older sister] Kent Parson (Check, Please) [older brother] Dick Grayson (DC comics) [older brother] Jason Todd (DC comics) [older brother] Enjolras (Les Miserables) [twin brother] Tim Drake (DC comics) [younger brother] Damian Wayne (DC comics) [younger brother] Stephanie Brown (DC comics) [younger sister] Cassandra Cain (DC comics) [younger sister] Duke Thomas (DC comics) [younger brother] Billy Kaplan (Young Avengers) [younger brother] Tommy Shepherd (Young Avengers) [younger brother] Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) [adopted brother] Dirk Gently (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency) [cousin] Graham Miller (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) [cousin] Percy de Rolo (Vox Machina) [cousin] Luna Maximoff (Marvel comics) [cousin] 10K (Z-Nation) [son] Lonnie Machin (DC comics) [son] Andrew Wells (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) [adopted son] Giovanni Zatara (DC Comics) [father-in-law] Piotr Rasputin (X-Men) [brother-in-law] Teddy Altman (Young Avengers) [brother-in-law] Sam Winchester (Supernatural) [brother-in-law] Adam Milligan (Supernatural) [brother-in-law] Dream (Sandman) [brother-in-law] Death (Sandman) [sister-in-law] Delirium (Sandman) [sister-in-law] Despair (Sandman) [sister-in-law] Destiny (Sandman) [brother-in-law] The Prodigal (Sandman) [brother-in-law] Luther Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Allison Hargreeves (Umbrella Acadmy) [sister-in-law] Five Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law] Viktor Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) [brother-in-law/best friend]
Pet F/Os:
Lockheed (X-Men) Dex-Starr (DC comics) Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland)
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masterofbiography · 1 year ago
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Damon est nĂ© le 19 juin 1839 Ă  Mystic Falls, fils de Giuseppe et Lillian Salvatore. Il est le frĂšre aĂźnĂ© de Stefan. Durant son enfance, sa mĂšre tombe extrĂȘmement malade, Ă  cause, de la tuberculose, et son pĂšre, un homme strict et inquiĂ©tant, envoie leur mĂšre loin de chez eux et c'est lĂ -bas qu'elle meurt. Les deux frĂšres se retrouvent seuls avec leur pĂšre, et malgrĂ© leur diffĂ©rence d'Ăąge, ils s'entendent Ă  merveille. Damon est loin d'ĂȘtre le fils prĂ©fĂ©rĂ©. En tant qu'humain Damon Ă©tait un garçon gentil, aimable, doux et respectueux. Il reviendra de la guerre de SĂ©cession en 1864. Un jour durant l'annĂ©e 1864, Katherine Pierce arrive avec sa servante, Emily Bennett. Damon tombe fou amoureux de Katherine, jeune fille sensuelle, joueuse, au charme irrĂ©sistible. Au dĂ©but, il ignore que Katherine est un vampire fourbe et sans pitiĂ©. Elle lui fait boire rĂ©guliĂšrement son sang, il accepte sans l'effet de l'hypnose. Alors lorsque Damon se fait tuer par son pĂšre en tentant de dĂ©livrer Katherine, il se transforme en vampire. AprĂšs qu'il ait achevĂ© sa transformation, Damon dit Ă  Stefan qu'il va le faire souffrir pour l'Ă©ternitĂ© pour l'avoir obligĂ© Ă  terminer sa transition, mais aussi parce qu'il pense que c'est Stefan qui a dĂ©noncĂ© Katherine. En 1953 , Damon est capturĂ© par l'Augustine (organisation secrĂšte faisant des expĂ©riences sur les vampires dont Grayson Gilbert est l'un des mĂ©decins l'ayant torturĂ©). LĂ -bas il rencontre Lorenzo , un autre vampire. Au fil du temps il devient son meilleur ami. Enzo met au point un plan pour s'enfuir: L'un des deux boira 2 rations de sang par jour (au lieu d'une seule) pendant une annĂ©e entiĂšre afin d'ĂȘtre assez fort le jour du rĂ©veillon de NoĂ«l. Pendant la soirĂ©e, Damon se libĂšre de ses chaĂźnes et attaque tout le monde mais un incendie se propage. Enzo est toujours coincĂ© dans la cage dont les barreaux sont imprĂ©gnĂ©es de veine de vĂ©nus. Damon tente de libĂ©rer son ami, mais en vain. Se rendre compte qu'il ne pouvait pas libĂ©rer et craindre que l'Augustine le ramĂšne dans sa cellule, Damon Ă©teint ses Ă©motions et l'abandonne.Damon revient Ă  Mystic Falls dans le but de libĂ©rer Katherine (dont il est toujours Ă©perdument amoureux) du tombeau dans lequel il la croit enfermĂ©e depuis 1864. Il fait alors la connaissance d'Elena, une adolescente de 17 ans qui ressemble trait pour trait Ă  Katherine. Cette rencontre augmente ses sentiments envers Katherine, il fera alors tout pour trouver le tombeau et la libĂ©rer pour s'enfuir avec elle. Cependant, Elena et Stefan se dressent contre son plan, car pour libĂ©rer Katherine, il faut libĂ©rer les 26 autres vampires enfermĂ©s en mĂȘme temps qu'elle y a plus de 145 ans. Un jour, il parvient avec l'aide d'Elena, de Stefan, de Bonnie et de la grand-mĂšre de celle-ci Ă  entrer dans le tombeau, mais Katherine ne s'y trouve pas. Damon est bouleversĂ© par cette dĂ©couverte. Il devient plus mature, sociable et protecteur. Lorsque Katherine rĂ©apparaĂźt Ă  Mystic Falls et lui annonce qu'elle a toujours Ă©tĂ© amoureuse que de Stefan, Damon commence Ă  la dĂ©tester. Il va mĂȘme participer au plan de Stefan pour tuer Katherine. Brun tĂ©nĂ©breux aux yeux bleus et froids, il est sauvage et cruel et adore s'abreuver de sang humain, contrairement Ă  Stefan. Bien qu'il fait passer ses intĂ©rĂȘts avant le reste, il n'en reste pas moins proche de son petit frĂšre au point d'en oublier sa promesse de le faire souffrir pour l'Ă©ternitĂ©. Il enferme de lourds secrets et ses sentiments au fond de lui, sont enfouis trĂšs loin dans son esprit, dont il n'a mĂȘme pas conscience. Je joue Damon avec son caractĂšre de la saison 1, c'est-Ă -dire sans humanitĂ© ou du moins refoulĂ©e. Je ne supporte pas le couple Delena alors Ă  moins de jouer divinement vous n'avez aucune chance de former ce couple avec moi. Les jeux avec Damon implique que si il vous tue, le jeu sera terminĂ©.
Joue avec : Bonnie Bennett ; Caroline Forbes
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 months ago
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YUANFEN
by TheTime_OfTheStars "Yuafen": RelaciĂłn predestinada entre personas, coincidencia o circunstancia que nos pone en contacto con alguien en el lugar y momento adecuado, suerte condicionada por el pasado, acciones realizadas en encarnaciones pasadas. Destino Nadie recuerda cuando inicio, solo que en algĂșn momento personas “afortunadas” por todo el mundo presentaban la “marca”, un tatuaje en la muñeca, un nombre, un alma gemela. Pero que pasara cuando el universo decida juntar a dos polos opuestos que lo Ășnico en lo que estĂĄn de acuerdo es que toda la situaciĂłn es un asco, Âżacaso ambos se necesitaban? , Âżse salvaran? o Âżserian su destrucciĂłn?. Damian nunca pidiĂł una estĂșpida marca en su muñeca, y mucho menos que una extraña apareciera en medio de la calle, que fuera su alma gemela y le pidiera hablar...si, era el peor dĂ­a de su vida. Novalise siempre deseo que ese dĂ­a nunca llegara, esperaba llegar a su vejez sin ninguna señal de una alma gemela, eso no sucediĂł, no solo apareciĂł su marca, sino que dos años antes que la mayorĂ­a de su familia. Donde uno sabe mĂĄs que Ă©l otro, donde uno caerĂĄ primero, pero donde ambos aprenderĂĄn que tal vez el otro era lo que necesitaban. Donde ambos no solo tienen un futuro sino igual un pasado. Words: 1330, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Zatanna Zatara, Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Kent Relationships: Damian Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Dick Grayson/Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake/Original Female Character(s), Alfred Pennyworth/Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Slow Romance, I Don't Even Know, Magic, My First Fanfic, Family Secrets, Sorry Not Sorry, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Artist Damian Wayne via https://ift.tt/KjLTMqr
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multitudecontainer420 · 2 months ago
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jxrm · 3 months ago
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book log - 2023 (continued)
the good lie by a.r. torre
something wilder by christina lauren
pineapple street by jenny jackson
drinking games by sarah levy
the housemaid by frieda mcfadden
full disclosure by camryn garrett
the dream job by kiersten modglin
never lie by frieda mcfadden
the silent woman by minka kent
hidden pictures by jason rekulak
girl in trouble by stacy claftin
the waitress by nina manning
xoxo by axie oh
yellowface by r.f. kuang
unmissing by minka kent
the rise by shari king
take me home tonight by morgan matson
the best lies by sarah lyu
arsenic and adobo by mia p. manansala
our missing hearts by celeste ng
the locked door by frieda mcfadden
where the crawdads sing by delia owens
the couple at table six by daniel hurst
survive the night by riley sager
the wife upstairs by freida mcfadden
one of us is dead by jeneva rose
five little indians by michelle good
the push by ashley audrain
i’ll stop the world by lauren thoman
silver nitrate by silvia moreno-garcia
romantic comedy by curtis sittenfield
the maidens by alex michaelides
every last secret by a.r. torre
the headmaster’s list by melissa de la cruz
last summer at the golden hotel by elyssa friedland
the collective by alison gaylin
one true loves by taylor jenkins reid
the trade off by sandie jones
my summer darlings by may cobb
the last housewife by ashley winstead
good rich people by eliza jane brazier
the club by ellery lloyd
phantom limb by lucinda berry
the night shift by alex finlay
layoverland by gabby noone
the writing retreat by julia bartz
never never by colleen hoover
reckless by cecily von ziegesar
the family game by catherine steadman
just say yes by maxine morrey
a pho love story by loan le
the birthday girl by melissa de la cruz
local woman missing by mary kubica
the last to vanish by megan miranda
yolk’s on me by d.t. henderson
the housemaid’s secret by frieda mcfadden
happy people are annoying by josh peck
the fraud squad by kyla zhao
wrong place wrong time by gillian mcallister
the grayson legacy by boris bacic
remarkably bright creatures by shelby van pelt
the couple in the cabin by daniel hurst
yerba buena by nina lacour
the ex by frieda mcfadden
notorious by cecilyn von ziegesar
layla by colleen hoover
the inmate by frieda mcfadden
last night at the telegraph club by malinda lo
the friend zone by abby jimenez
how to american by jimmy o. yang
lunar love by lauren kung jessen
the it girl by crackly von ziegesar
what lies in the woods by kate alice marshall
queen of thieves by beezy march
weather girl by rachel lynn solomon
the perfect marriage by jeneva rose
my sister, the serial killer by tonkin braithwaithe
things we never got over by lucy score
like me by hayley phelan
do not disturb by frieda mcfadden
for the love of friends by sara goodman confino
reckless girls by rachel hawkins
ghost 19 by simone st. james
the winter people by jennifer mcmahon
please join us by catherine mckenzie
under the whispering door by t.j. klune
the bookstore sisters by alice hoffman
lessons in chemistry by bonnie garmus
the new year’s party by daniel hurst
the house in the cerulean sea by t.j. klune
trixie and katya’s guide to womanhood by trixie mattel
i kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston
horrorstor by grady hendrix
yours truly by abby jimenez
happy place by emily henry
the soulmate by sally hepworth
i have some questions for you by rebecca makkai
what happened the ruthy ramirez by claire jimenez
mad honey by jodi picoult
really good, actually by monica heisey
the ballad of songbirds and snakes by suzanne collins
the lightning thief by rick riordan
harry potter and the philosophers stone by j.k. rowling
the sea of monsters by rick riordan
the titan’s curse by rick riordan
harry potter and the chamber of secrets by j.k. rowling
the battle of the labyrinth by rick riordan
harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban by j.k. rowling
the last olympian by rick riordan
the lost hero by rick riordan
harry potter and the goblet of fire by j.k. rowling
the son of neptune by rick riordan
the mark of athena by rick riordan
harry potter and the order of the phoenix by j.k. rowling
harry potter and the half blood prince by j.k. rowling
harry potter and the deathly hallows by j.k. rowling
harry potter and the cursed child by john tiffany
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ao3feed-jaydick · 3 months ago
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Braver la tempĂȘte
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58547188 by LeiaFavaz La tempĂȘte gronde sur Gotham, et, pourtant, dans ses vents et entre ses Ă©clairs, vont deux chauves-souris
 Words: 247, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Français Series: Part 8 of L'annĂ©e de l'OTP - Jason Todd et Dick Grayson Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Drabble, Storm - Freeform, Love, Forbidden Love, Secret love, Discord: Les dĂ©fis galactiques, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, Discord: La Fabrique Ă  Plumes read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58547188
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ao3feed-superbat · 1 year ago
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Again
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TLS0ogt by Nina1517 luego de una pelea contra klarion, barry, hal, wally, dick y jason son convertidos en bebes , el problema esta vez es permanete y les toca volver a empezar Words: 870, Chapters: 1/35, Language: Español Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Arrow (TV 2012), Green Lantern - All Media Types, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Clark Kent, Henry Allen Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Baby Dick Grayson, Baby Jason Todd, Protective Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Family Dynamics, Family Secrets, Adorable Barry Allen, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Dick Grayson & Wally West Friendship, Bruce Wayne is Dick Grayson's Biological Parent, Bruce Wayne is Jason Todd's Biological Parent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TLS0ogt
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hope-and-roll · 1 year ago
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Fanny Wellington
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“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.” ― Victor Hugo
- Fanny Roxanna Charity Wellington - NĂ©e le 22 juillet 2005 - Originals - Anglaise - Sang-MĂȘlĂ© - Lesbienne - Poudlard, Gryffondor - Pianiste professionnelle  - Mackenzie Foy ~ Fille de Thomas et Roxanna Wellington, nĂ©e Burbage ~ Petite-fille d'Enoch et Arabella Wellington (nĂ©e Jones) et de Charity Burbage et Grayson Pops ~ Belle-fille d'Hannah Weaver * Meilleure amie de Daniel Dawn  * Petite-amie, puis Ă©pouse de Lena Clark * MĂšre de Meryl Wellington Fanny Roxanna Charity Wellington est nĂ©e le 22 juillet 2005. Elle est la fille d'un Moldu, Thomas Wellington, et d'une sorciĂšre de Sang-Pur, Roxanna Burbage, ce qui fait d'elle une Sang-MĂȘlĂ©. Thomas est nĂ© le 1er mars 1978. Son pĂšre, Enoch Wellington, est mort trĂšs jeune dans un accident de voiture. Sa mĂšre, Arabella Wellington, l'a donc Ă©levĂ©e seule, ce qui ne fut facile pour aucun des deux. Arabella vient d'une famille bourgeoise conservatrice Ă  l'extrĂȘme, qui lui a transmis des convictions xĂ©nophobes. De plus, la mort de son mari l'a rendue encore plus froide et dure, anĂ©antissant sa tendresse et son empathie. Grandir aux cĂŽtĂ©s d'une telle mĂšre a forgĂ© le caractĂšre du jeune homme, qui devint trĂšs tĂȘtu et rebelle. Il Ă©tait allergique Ă  toute forme d'autoritĂ© et de diktat social. En grandissant, Thomas a appris Ă  prendre ses distances avec l'enseignement raciste et homophobe de sa mĂšre. Paradoxalement, l'Ă©ducation trĂšs stricte d'Arabella a fait de lui un homme trĂšs ouvert d'esprit, tolĂ©rant, insolent et rĂ©voltĂ© – l'exact opposĂ© du fils qu'elle voulait. Les rapports entre Arabella et Thomas ont toujours Ă©tĂ© distants et conflictuels. DĂšs sa majoritĂ©, le jeune homme a quittĂ© la maison familiale, quitte Ă  vivre dans un trĂšs petit appartement et Ă  devoir cumuler deux travaux fatigants : serveur dans le restaurant du coin le jour, et barman dans une discothĂšque peu Ă©loignĂ©e de son domicile la nuit. C'est dans cette derniĂšre qu'il rencontra sa future Ă©pouse. Roxanna Burbage est nĂ©e le 1er septembre 1980. Elle est la cadette d'une petite famille de sorciers trĂšs ouverte Ă  la culture Moldue. Ses parents Ă©taient sĂ©parĂ©s, mais leur entente restait correcte. Sa mĂšre, Charity, Ă©tait professeure d'Étude des Moldus, et son pĂšre, Grayson, s'Ă©tait remariĂ© avec une Moldue, et ce qui entraĂźna leur assassinat par les Mangemorts en 1997, lors de la PremiĂšre Guerre des Sorciers. Roxanna ne s'en remit jamais vraiment. Tout juste majeure, et dĂ©jĂ  orpheline... Comme Thomas, elle n'avait ni grand-parents encore en vie, ni frĂšres, ni sƓurs. Elle vĂ©cut donc en colocation avec ses amis, qui l'aidĂšrent Ă  faire son deuil. Quelques annĂ©es plus tard, en 2001, Roxanna les entraĂźna en boĂźte de nuit pour fĂȘter son vingt-et-uniĂšme anniversaire. C'est lĂ  qu'elle fit la connaissance de celui qui deviendra son mari.
Des regards, des numĂ©ros de tĂ©lĂ©phone Ă©changĂ©s (Roxanna vivait quasiment comme une Moldue, Ă©tant passionnĂ©e de ce monde), des rendez-vous, des discussions, des secrets confiĂ©s... L'histoire d'amour de Thomas et Roxanna dĂ©buta de maniĂšre trĂšs banale. Et cette normalitĂ© aurait pu ĂȘtre rĂ©elle si la jeune femme n'Ă©tait pas une sorciĂšre. Le secret ne tint pas trĂšs longtemps, mĂȘme si selon la loi, il fallait avoir un enfant avec un Moldu pour lui rĂ©vĂ©ler l'existence du monde des sorciers, Roxanna n'avait jamais su mentir. Thomas eut beaucoup de mal Ă  avaler ça, mais ne prit pas ses distances avec l'ancienne Poufsouffle pour autant. Ils se firent dĂ©couvrir leurs mondes respectifs – mĂȘme si Roxanna en savait dĂ©jĂ  Ă©normĂ©ment sur celui des Moldus.   A peine nĂ©e, leur fille fut chĂ©rie et choyĂ©e. Thomas lui apprit Ă  cuisiner, et Roxanna lui apprit Ă  jouer du piano. La fillette se rĂ©vĂ©la trĂšs douĂ©e dans les deux disciplines, mais vouait Ă  l'instrument une passion qui Ă©galait, voire dĂ©passait, celle de sa mĂšre. Thomas et Roxanna se mariĂšrent en 2007, et achetĂšrent un grand appartement Ă  Londres, avec pour projet de devenir propriĂ©taires d'une maison Ă  la campagne lorsqu'ils auraient plus d'argent. Thomas enchaĂźnait les CDD en tant que serveur dans des restaurants ou employĂ© dans des grandes surfaces. Son rĂȘve aurait Ă©tĂ© de devenir boulanger, mais Arabella avait tuĂ© ses espoirs dans l'Ɠuf en l'empĂȘchant de faire un apprentissage et l'obligeant Ă  aller jusqu'au diplïżœïżœme. Quant Ă  Roxanna, elle avait toujours rĂȘvĂ© de vivre de sa passion : la musique. Mais pour l'instant, elle ne faisait que se produire dans quelques Ă©tablissements pour des sommes modestes, et piochait le reste de l'argent qu'il leur fallait pour vivre dans l'hĂ©ritage de ses parents. Le couple s'Ă©tait promis qu'une fois qu'ils auraient assez Ă©conomisĂ©, ils dĂ©mĂ©nageraient dans leur maison de campagne et feraient tous les deux les mĂ©tiers dont ils rĂȘvaient, tout en Ă©levant leur enfant, Fanny.   Tant de projets, qui furent avortĂ©s par la dĂ©couverte de la maladie de Roxanna. Une maladie gĂ©nĂ©tique rare, autant chez les Moldus que chez les sorciers, qui prenait la forme d'une tumeur qui rongeait ses muscles, puis ses os. Les traitements des deux mondes ne firent que rallonger un tout petit peu sa vie, mais elle Ă©tait condamnĂ©e. Roxanna Wellington mourut le 8 septembre 2013, alors que Fanny avait huit ans.
Ce dĂ©cĂšs fit perdre pied Ă  Thomas. Il n'avait jamais eu de vrais amis, juste des potes avec lesquels il dĂ©fiait les figures d'autoritĂ© et enfreignait les rĂšgles. Sa mĂšre n'avait jamais su que le rabaisser. Et il n'avait aucun souvenir de son pĂšre. Sa femme Ă©tait la seule personne qui l'avait aimĂ© pour ce qu'il Ă©tait, qui avait cru en lui. Il replongea dans les dĂ©mons qu'il Ă©tait parvenu Ă  exorciser avec l'aide de Roxanna, et recommença Ă  boire et Ă  fumer, parfois de la drogue. Sans surprise, il perdit son travail. MĂȘme sa fille n'Ă©tait pas un rĂ©confort pour lui. Fanny fit tout ce qu'elle pouvait pour aider Thomas, mais elle Ă©tait de plus en plus impuissante face Ă  ce pĂšre de plus en plus glacial, dĂ©pendant, distant, voire violent. Tout son environnement, et surtout sa fille, lui rappelait Roxanna, et le faisait intensĂ©ment souffrir. Thomas Ă©tait un homme Ă©goĂŻste. En 2015, un an et demi aprĂšs la mort de sa femme, il finit par abandonner Fanny Ă  sa grand-mĂšre, Arabella, qu'il n'avait plus vue depuis dix-neuf ans, sans lui laisser le choix, avant de s'installer aux États-Unis. Fanny ne comprenait pas ce choix. Elle lui envoya beaucoup de messages, beaucoup de lettres, sans jamais obtenir de rĂ©ponses. Elle recevait juste quelques billets Ă  son anniversaire et Ă  NoĂ«l, ainsi qu'une trĂšs courte lettre disant simplement « Joyeux anniversaire » ou « Joyeux NoĂ«l ». A cĂŽtĂ© de ça, Fanny, comme Thomas en son temps, devint la cible et la prisonniĂšre de l'Ă©ducation de fer d'Arabella. A ses yeux, elle n'avait plus de famille. Sa grand-mĂšre Ă©tait mĂ©chante, insensible, exigeante, intolĂ©rante, aussi froide et dure que du mĂ©tal. Fanny la dĂ©testait, et Arabella n'aimait pas non plus sa petite-fille. AprĂšs tout, elle en voulait beaucoup Ă  son fils de l'avoir abandonnĂ©e dĂšs sa majoritĂ©, elle n'avait jamais appris Ă  connaĂźtre Roxanna et Fanny. Et elle lui en voulait encore plus de l'abandonner une seconde fois en lui laissant l'enfant, qu'elle considĂ©rait comme un poids. En plus, c'Ă©tait une sorciĂšre, un monstre aux yeux d'Arabella. Les sentiments de Fanny, elle n'y pensait pas.
Quant Ă  son pĂšre, Fanny n'arrivait pas Ă  lui pardonner. Elle l'aimait tellement... C'Ă©tait son hĂ©ros. Mais son image intouchable de pĂšre drĂŽle, fort, douĂ© en cuisine et rebelle juste comme il faut s'Ă©tait brĂ©sillĂ©e, remplacĂ©e par celle de l'Ă©tranger Ă©goĂŻste, dĂ©pendant qui l'avait abandonnĂ©e, qui la traitait comme une petite niĂšce dont on oubliait parfois le nom. Son entrĂ©e Ă  Poudlard lui apporta un nouvel espoir. Fanny fut rĂ©partie Ă  Gryffondor, oĂč elle rencontra Dan Dawn, qui devient son meilleur ami. Ils crĂ©Ăšrent un petit groupe d'amis, oĂč elle se sentait bien. Elle chĂ©rissait ses amis, qui Ă©taient pour elle sa nouvelle famille.  En troisiĂšme annĂ©e, Fanny tomba amoureuse d'une Serpentard de son Ăąge, Annie Cole, lui faisant comprendre son homosexualitĂ©. MalgrĂ© ce que sa grand-mĂšre avait essayĂ© de faire rentrer dans sa tĂȘte, malgrĂ© l'homophobie presque violente d'Arabella, Fanny n'exprima jamais aucune honte. Elle s'assumait telle qu'elle Ă©tait. Ce n'Ă©tait pas une si grande affaire. Elles sortirent ensemble pendant un an, et se sĂ©parĂšrent en quatriĂšme annĂ©e en de bons termes. En cinquiĂšme annĂ©e dĂ©barqua Ă  Poudlard une nouvelle, Lena Clark. Elle avait Ă©tĂ© renvoyĂ©e de Salem pour violence sur plusieurs Ă©lĂšves qui la harcelaient. Fanny avait immĂ©diatement trouvĂ© ça rĂ©voltant : elle se faisait harceler, se vengeait et c'Ă©tait elle qui Ă©tait renvoyĂ©e ? La jeune AmĂ©ricaine se fit rĂ©partir Ă  Gryffondor Ă©galement. Fanny fut sa premiĂšre amie Ă  Poudlard. Elle prĂ©senta les siens Ă  Lena, et fit en sorte qu'elle soit parfaitement intĂ©grĂ©e Ă  l'Ă©cole.
Les mois passant, les deux filles apprirent à se faire confiance, mais c'était plus difficile pour Lena que pour Fanny. Fanny lui raconta son histoire à la fin de leur cinquiÚme année, alors qu'elle venait d'apprendre que son pÚre s'était remarié à une Américaine, Hannah Weaver, qui avait déjà une fille, Phoebe. Sa colÚre et sa peine étaient impossibles à cacher, Fanny se confia donc à Lena. L'Américaine ne parla de son passé à l'Anglaise que peu avant Noël de leur sixiÚme année. Les deux filles ne rentraient jamais chez elles pour les vacances (les parents de Lena n'accordaient que peu d'attention à leur fille, et Fanny désirait éviter sa grand-mÚre le plus possible), elles restÚrent donc trÚs souvent ensemble. 
Fanny fut la premiÚre à se rendre compte d'un changement dans leur relation. Lorsqu'elle avoua son amour à Lena, celle-ci prit peur de sa propre homosexualité. Pourtant, Fanny parvint à la mettre en confiance, et elles commencÚrent à sortir ensemble en septiÚme année.
Ce n'Ă©tait pas qu'une amourette d'adolescentes. Leur histoire dura. AprĂšs leurs Ă©tudes, elles s'installĂšrent ensemble, se mariĂšrent et adoptĂšrent une enfant : Meryl Wellington. Fanny devint pianiste professionnelle. Elle s'Ă©panouit dans son mĂ©tier, et chaque personne qui l'Ă©coutait jouer avouait qu'elle avait beaucoup de talent. Une fois adulte, elle tenta de renouer avec son pĂšre, lui ayant pardonnĂ©, mais coupa les ponts avec sa grand-mĂšre.  La jeune fille a une grande force de caractĂšre qui lui permet d'aimer, de pardonner et d'affronter tous les obstacles de la vie sans se plaindre. Elle est loyale et bien Ă©levĂ©e, toujours polie. Elle possĂšde une grande sagesse et un grand coeur. C'est une personne trĂšs sociable et chaleureuse, qui met toujours les gens Ă  l'aise. Elle est courageuse et a confiance en elle. Elle a Ă©galement beaucoup d'humour. Fanny est trĂšs Ă©tourdie, elle pourrait oublier sa tĂȘte si celle-ci n'Ă©tait pas attachĂ©e Ă  son cou. Elle est la reine des mauvaises perdantes, sinon. Elle est trĂšs gourmande, bavarde et malicieuse. Un peu trop curieuse, aussi. Elle peut facilement ĂȘtre comparĂ©e au PhĂ©nix : comme lui, rien ne peut la dĂ©courager, elle renaĂźt toujours de ses cendres, c'est une optimiste. Elle a Ă©galement un fort sens de la justice, parfois un peu disproportionnĂ©. Elle remet en question toute forme d'autoritĂ© avant de la considĂ©rer comme lĂ©gitime. Elle est trĂšs bavarde.
Trivia : 
- Baguette magique : bois de mélÚze avec une plume de Phénix, 28 cm, rigide. - Animal de compagnie : Isil, un chatte Maine Coon ùgée de trois ans. - Patronus : Griffon. Il est le symbole du pouvoir et de la justice, de la connaissance et de la force (le lion, le roi des animaux) associé à la transcendance et l'intellect (l'aigle, roi des oiseaux). Il symbolise le bien triomphant du mal. - Epouvantard : un Détraqueur - allergique au pollen - passionnée de randonnées en montagne, de base-ball, de parapente et de cinéma
Playlist : 
Fanny :  Believer - Imagine Dragons Youth - Shawn Mendes Lenny (Fanny Wellington x Lena Clark) during their teenage years :  Under - Alex Hepburn 
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rainbowtheque · 7 years ago
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Le secret de Grayson
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Titre : Le secret de Grayson
Autrice : Ami Polonsky
Roman contemporain
Maison d’édition : Albin Michel Jeunesse
Disponible en version numérique et papier - Nombre de pages : 336
Âge conseillĂ© : Ă  partir de 12 ans
Résumé
Depuis toujours, Grayson fait semblant d'ĂȘtre ce que les autres voient, quitte Ă  s'effacer complĂ©tement. Jusqu'au jour oĂč il dĂ©cide de postuler pour la piĂšce de thĂ©Ăątre de l'Ă©cole et dĂ©croche le premier rĂŽle : celui de la dĂ©esse grecque PersĂ©phone. Son choix dĂ©clenche une vĂ©ritable tempĂȘte autour de lui - au sein de l'Ă©cole mais aussi de ses proches. Pourtant, malgrĂ© les rumeurs et les humiliations auxquelles il doit faire face, c'est aussi la premiĂšre fois que Grayson ose ĂȘtre lui-mĂȘme.
Identités représentées :
Personnage principal fille trans (en questionnement une partie du livre, mais c’est assez clair)
Thématiques présentes :
Questionnement, transidentitĂ©, harcĂšlement, tolĂ©rance, quĂȘte de soi, adolescence
TW : harcÚlement scolaire, violence verbale sur l'homosexualité et physique.
Avis de Chenseth
Facile à lire, personnage attachante, moments quelques peu difficile émotionnellement qui peuvent rappeler notre propre histoire car cela se passe à l'école (collÚge) mais ça n'est pas creusé, ça aborde la thématique trans sans vraiment l'approfondir.
Avis de EhipsoVolcahra
Un super bouquin 👍 Fortement recommandĂ© par moi-mĂȘme!
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kandoesfanfics-writes · 4 years ago
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A Song Your Soul(mate) Sings
This is my Maribat Secret Santa for @my-northern-downpour. I hope you enjoy it! This is a soulmate!au based off of a trend on TikTok in which soulmates can hear each other when they sing. I extended this to include humming as well.
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The room was dark by the time he returned to his bed.
It was sparsely decorated, the six-year old boy not wanting much for potential enemies to use to conceal themselves. His eyes scanned the shadows, watching for the slightest movement, trying to see if there was anyone currently in the room. Seeing nothing that tickled his fight or flight instincts, he cautiously walked into the room before locking it behind him. He quietly barricaded himself in the room before walking over to his meager bed. 
His body ached as he laid down to sleep. 
Where there was not gauze or bandages was dark skin decorated with purples and blues of varying colors. The pain was a dull throb in his limbs as compared to the sharp pains in his joints. His stomach ached from the punishing training he'd been put through earlier that day. He hadn't wanted to train, but his mother had smacked him and told him to be grateful that he was chosen as heir.
"Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche, voilà le portrait sans retouche, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens
"
The joyful echoes in his head began again, right on time. The echo sounded child-like, like the singer was someone his age. The echo sounded feminine, and he wondered why such a feminine voice would be echoing in his ears. He wasn't a girl after all so why did it sound like a girl? Why couldn’t he talk to that echo either? He could always have conversations with himself, but the feminine voice never answered him.
"Quand il me prend dans ses bras, qu'il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose, Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça m'fait quelque chose
"
It wasn't in a language he knew either. So far Mother had only taught him Arabic and English. The strange foreign vowel sounds and unfamiliar words made no sense to the little boy. Why was he hearing a voice speaking in a strange tongue?
And was he the only one?
Mother and Grandfather had never talked about hearing strange voices in their heads. Neither had any of the others the little boy had met. If they heard the voices too, wouldn't they have talked about them? Why would Mother and Grandfather hide the knowledge from him
 unless they didn't share the same experiences.
The little boy did not fear the voice, but he vowed never to speak of it. While he did not believe the voice was a threat, he did not wish to be seen as defective. He saw what had happened to those deemed unworthy of his Grandfather's presence. He did not wish to die
or worse, go through painful procedures to get rid of the voice in his head.
"Il est entrĂ© dans mon cƓur, une part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause, c'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jurĂ©, pour la vie, et dĂšs que je l’aperçois, alors je sens en moi, mon cƓur qui bat
"
As he curled into a ball, his daggers close at hand, he listened to the cheerful voice. He listened to the way the strange words would roll, and occasionally stutter, through his mind. It wasn’t terrible...if he had to be honest, it was rather relaxing. The sound was more often than not soft and gentle sounding compared to the harsh orders barked at him daily. Sometimes the voice had giggles and laughter interrupting the words, sending a strange warmth through him. He could feel himself relaxing enough to sleep, but he forced his green eyes to stay open as he wanted to hear more.
“Des nuits d’amour à plus finir, un grand bonheur qui prend sa place, les ennuis, les chagrins s’effacent, heureux, heureux à en mourir
”
He could feel sleep overtake him as he listened to the happy voice, glad that at least one thing in his life radiated warmth and was not tinged with fear.
He hoped Mother and Grandfather never found out.
Damian didn’t want the voice to go away.
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“Why do you keep singin’ if you can’t hear them, Mari?” a dark skinned boy asked, picking apart the sandwich his mother made him.
“Because Maman explained that some people can’t sing, Nino!” a little girl with paler skin responded. “Maman said that sometimes people are born without the ability to talk, or they get hurt real bad and can’t talk no more. She also said that sometimes people have a hard time hearing or can’t hear at all, so they learn FSL instead of talking with their mouth! What if my soulmate is like that? They’d be real lonely if I didn’t sing to ‘em!”
The little boy adjusted the small red cap on top of his head and said, “I guess that makes sense.”
The little girl nodded, her bob swinging a little with the force of her movements. Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her best friend, Nino Lahiffe, were sitting in her parents bakery, enjoying lunch. Nino was picking apart his food, not feeling very hungry after Chloe Bourgeois called him chubby. Despite Marinette telling Nino he wasn’t chubby, the little boy seemed to be down in the dumps. Marinette had tried to cheer him up by asking about the song he could hear his soulmate singing as Nino was very excited that he was hearing his soulmate more often now.
That had brought them to the conversation of Marinette’s soulmate...who she had never heard before.
Marinette knew her friend wasn’t trying to be mean by asking about it, and that he was worried about her. It wasn’t common that soulmates couldn’t hear one another’s voices so long as both people were alive. If one couldn’t hear their soulmates voice it could mean that they might have died, that they hadn’t been born yet, or that the person didn’t have one. There were also instances where both soulmates were still alive and still couldn’t sing to one another, and that was the type Marinette’s mother had just recently explained to her— people who were unable to verbally communicate due to either issues with hearing or speaking verbally.
Marinette was nibbling on her sandwich too, secretly trying to reassure herself as well.
After all, Chloe liked to tease her that she didn’t have a soulmate. 
Marinette shook her head, kicking her feet back and forth. No! Stupid Chloe was wrong! She did have a soulmate! They just couldn’t sing to her right now! Maybe they couldn’t sing at all, but that didn’t matter! As long as she kept singing, they would eventually find her voice...wouldn’t they?
“Hey Mari, do you wanna go to the park?” Nino asked, interrupting her train of thought. “I got a new football. It’s in my bag.”
Marinette smiled brightly, adjusting the straps on her pink overalls before saying, “Prepare to lose, Nino!”
The little girl jumped out of her seat and raced towards his backpack, the little boy following after her. Neither child noticed the dark haired woman watching them with a soft, sad smile. Her near silver eyes shone with love and concern as she watched her daughter go off to play with her best friend. She looked so happy...and Sabine desperately hoped she would stay like that.
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...things at his father’s house were strange.
His rules were confusing.
No killing. None. In fact, Damian got into more trouble killing while with his father. It just didn’t make any sense to him! Hadn’t Mother told Father anything?! Hadn’t Mother told Father that he was going to be heir of both the cowl and the League of Assassins? He had to know how to kill in order to do that! He had to keep up with his skills to be able to maintain and grow to surpass anyone who would challenge him!
But Father told him that he didn’t want Damian to do any of that.
He told Damian that he wanted different things for him than his mother did.
And that confused him.
The other thing that confused him was his place in his father’s house.
With his mother and his grandfather, the dark haired ten-year old’s position was always clear. He was to be the Heir to the League of Assassins. He was to be stronger, sharper, quicker, and more deadly than anyone else in the League. He was constantly being tested by Mother and Grandfather too. He knew that if he did not perform to their standards then a punishment was in order...and they never let Damian forget how replaceable he truly was at the end of the day. 
He might be considered more important than the other League members, but he had to continuously earn that position.
Richard Grayson didn’t seem interested in fighting him for the cowl...at all. In fact, the young man seemed to want to get to know Damian. He seemed to get over his annoyance at the younger boy’s appearance rather quickly, and he’d started getting into Damian’s space. He asked him questions, trying to learn more about the newcomer. He didn’t appear to be threatened by Damian very much either, which irritated the aforementioned boy severely.
Dick was quick to suss out Damian’s boundaries, and while he’d ultimately respect them, he was also quick to push them too. His excuse was that Damian needed to act like other ten year old boys, and his father had agreed. While Damian had at first hated it...he had to admit he’d grown fond of Grayson, as the second Damian began to feel anxious, the older one would cease his pushing.
Dick was...well he was an older brother, through and through. He loved Damian, but he wasn’t afraid to try and kick the younger boy’s ass either. Damian appreciated someone who could see he had skill but wasn’t scared off by it. Dick was insistent in getting Damian to learn more about ‘normal’ kid stuff. Dick was the one showing him kids’ movies, loudly singing along to the lyrics, making their father groan.
Tim...Tim still wasn’t okay with Damian. Damian wasn’t okay with Tim either. Damian was more willing to overlook Dick as he was his own superhero— Nightwing. Tim was Robin. Tim was the one who had his role, according to his mother. Tim was the one he was supposed to show he was superior too. Tim was the one he had to get rid of.
But that had made father and Dick extremely angry.
Tim fought valiantly for his position, which Damian respected, but he also seemed to be sticking to Father’s no kill rule. It was clear that Father trusted Tim much more than he trusted Damian. Tim was still with the family. Tim hadn’t been replaced by him. Tim still hung out with Dick, though he did it less when Damian was around. Tim also clearly had Dick’s trust as well, while Damian was still on thin ice.
The younger boy couldn’t explain why that upset him so much, but it did.
As Dick had explained it to him, and Alfred re-explained, ranks were based purely on seniority. Alfred was in charge of Bruce, and Bruce was in charge of them. Dick was the next in line because he was the oldest, then Tim, and then Damian. There wasn’t any fighting in order to gain the upper rank...and despite Damian being on the bottom, he was treated with just as much respect as a living person deserved.
He was allowed to point out holes in plans. He was allowed to talk during meetings. He was allowed to offer his opinion. He was allowed to fight with them...he was allowed to fight without fearing death.
For the first time in Damian’s short life...he was allowed to do things without the risk of death constantly hanging over his head. The most his father would do is bench him from patrols, stop him from training, and put him under house arrest. All of these punishments were preferable to the ones his mother would come up with, and he felt so much better about that.
He was freer to be himself here than he ever had been with his mother.
“Here comes the sun, do, dun, do, do. Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right. Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, do, dun, do, do. Here comes the sun, and I say, it's all right!”
Damian looked up from his oatmeal, grimacing at his elder ‘brother’ as said man skidded into the kitchen in a tee-shirt, boxers, and his socks.
It had been an entire year since his mother had left him with his father. He was eleven years old now, and he’d told his mother that he was staying with his father. He had thought he’d grow used to his ‘brothers’ antics, but it appeared that there was one thing he still wasn’t used to— Dick’s insistence that he break out in a random musical number anytime he felt like it

“GRAYSON, would you please shut up! Tt, it’s too early for this nonsense!” the green-eyed boy said with a scowl. “Alfred, please tell him that he’s much too noisy.”
“No can do, lil’ D! I have to let my soulmate know I’m a-okay! And the only way to do that is sing!” Dick said happily. “Good morning, Alfred!”
The elderly man shook his head in fond annoyance before saying, “Good morning, Master Dick. If you eat cereal, please leave some left for Master Tim. That boy hasn’t been eating much, but I have been getting him to eat cereal...and do lower your volume, Master Dick.”
“...what the, and I can’t emphasize this enough, fuck are you talking about, Grayson? Where did you hear such nonsense?”
The kitchen fell silent as both Dick and Alfred looked at Damian in shock. Alfred hadn’t even corrected Damian for cursing, both men clearly fighting back and array of emotions. Dick appeared to recover first. His inquisitive blue eyes focused on Damian before he took a deep breath.
“Dames...you know what soulmates are right?” Dick asked slowly.
“What kind of asinine—”
“Master Damian, have you ever heard a voice in your head?”
Damian froze like a rabbit that had just spotted a predator. Despite the boy’s training, Alfred could see it in his microexpressions that the child was afraid. It looked like he had no idea how to answer the question, so the old butler took pity on him and continued.
“This voice...or echo doesn’t sound like it belongs to you. It sounds like someone else...someone you may not know. It could be in another language, possibly, or it could take form in the sound of humming—”
“Almost everyone has one, Lil’ D...” Dick interrupted, his expression twisted with worry. “My soulmate sings back to me after I sing to him.”
The green-eyed boy’s jaw dropped, looking back and forth between Alfred and Dick in an alarmingly vulnerable way. Dick was about to go get Bruce before Damian let out the softest sound of shock and surprise he’d ever heard. He had to strain to hear what Damian said to Alfred next, hating how small and weak the proud boy sounded.
“I’m...I’m not crazy? She— she’s real?”
“Talia never told you about soulmates, did she?” Alfred said, taking the available seat next to Damian. “Of course you're not crazy, Master Damian. This is completely normal.”
Damian shook his head, looking anxiously at the butler and Dick. He thought the voice was just in his head! She was a real person? She was singing to him? Was he supposed to be singing back? Why could he hear her? Why him?
“Why we don’t explain what soulmates are first,” Alfred said softly. “A soulmate is someone whose soul compliments yours. You are whole as you are, Damian, but a soulmate is someone whose personality will compliment yours. They are the one person in the world who has the chance to know you as well as you know yourself. They’re a blessing to have, not a weakness to exploit.”
“In order to be able to find our soulmates, we have an almost telepathic connection of sorts. When our soulmates sing, we will be able to hear them in our heads. The same goes for when you sing. She’ll be able to hear you,” Dick added. “You will be able to find your soulmate through their singing. You’ll know when you’ve met her...Lil’ D...does your soulmate still sing to you?”
“Everyday...though the time has changed since I got to the states. I’m assuming she’s European due to the timezone difference and what I believe is a Latin-based language,” Damian mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. “Is that good?”
“That’s excellent, Lil’ D. It means she hasn’t given up on you,” Dick said with a grin. “So don’t keep her waiting anymore, okay?”
“Mother and Grandfather never talked about—is it safe? I assumed I was crazy because they never spoke of soulmates and neither did anyone else. I thought—”
“You’re not crazy, Master Damian,” Alfred said, this time firmer. “You are just like any other young man with a soulmate. You hear her voice when she sings to you, and you enjoy it, don’t you?”
“...it is a nice song
very pretty
”
“They probably saw their soulmates as weaknesses to their plans, but what they failed to realize is that soulmates are sources of strength as well. Do not be afraid to answer her now, Master Damian. She’s probably been waiting quite a while to hear your voice.”
Damian still felt like he was going to throw up, but he nodded. He was still tense as a freshly tightened spring as he watched Dick return to his breakfast. The older man started humming a tune that Damian recognized was a song from the movie they’d just watched the night before.
“Dick...what’s the name of that song? The one you’re humming from the movie last night?” he asked, trying to control his voice.
Dick raised an eyebrow, surprised by the use of his first name. He calmly told Damian that he was humming ‘Can You Feel the Love Tonight’ as performed by Elton John. He said nothing further as he watched Damian make a beeline towards the door, clearly not wanting to speak anymore on the subject, and abandoning his oatmeal. He looked towards Alfred to see if he should bring him back to at least finish breakfast, but the butler shook his head.
“Let Master Damian go. This must be overwhelming for him as well as slightly invasive. Let him process.”
Little did Alfred know that Damian had already accepted that the voice was in his head. He had already accepted the voice that lulled him to sleep as a piece of him that he’d protect willingly and viciously. The only change was that he now understood why he was so keen on protecting the intruder in his head.
He wasn’t crazy.
She was real.
That song was real.
Everything she ever sang to him was real.
Damian wasn’t broken.
She was real.
———————
The last thing Sabine Cheng expected was for her daughter to be awake at seven thirty am, no matter how early she and her husband got up.
Her sweet little Marinette had never been a morning person, always sleeping in and making herself late. Sabine had tried to break her daughter of the habit, but she was just as stubborn as her father. Now Sabine simply tried to mitigate how late her daughter got up so that she wouldn’t be as late to things.
She’d gone to wake her daughter up as she had errands to run. Sabine needed Marinette to come with her to help carry some of the items they were picking up for her mother-in-law’s birthday while Tom worked the store. Neither parent expected the shriek that came from their daughter’s room.
Nor the disheveled state she came nearly crashing down in.
“MAMAN! PAPA!” Marinette shrieked, her hair half-in, half-out of her braid. “HE SANG! MAMAN, HE’S THERE! PAPA, MY SOULMATE ANSWERED ME!”
Marinette’s eyes were wide with shock as she spluttered, trying to get words out of her mouth. Her hands were flailing in every direction, trying desperately to articulate the words she couldn’t get out. She was still dressed in her pajamas, looking at her parents helplessly.
“Marinette! Marinette, you have to breathe, little dumpling,” Sabine said, grabbing her daughter’s hands. “Take a few deep breaths.”
Marinette took a deep breath, following her mother’s instructions of in and out. As soon as she had stopped practically vibrating out of her skin, Marinette grabbed her mother’s arms and said, “He sang back, Maman. He was so shy and stuttered a lot, but he sang back. He answered me!”
Tom looked absolutely relieved, his posture relaxing slightly. He had been worried about Marinette’s soulmate never singing back, and how that would affect Marinette. They knew that she’d been bullied by the mayor’s daughter for never hearing her soulmate sing, and they knew how bad that had made her feel. Tom then stiffened back up when he realized that Marinette’s soulmate sang back, and now someone would be trying to find his little girl.
Sabine couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her husband. Their daughter was only eleven, so she doubted that someone was just going to come and steal her away! However, she was very excited for her daughter. She kissed Marinette on the forehead before saying, “That’s amazing, little dumpling. You go get changed, and you can tell me about it while we walk to the store.”
Marinette nodded eagerly before pausing.
“Maman? Do you think we could get some English books? To help me practice and learn? I’m pretty sure my soulmate sang in English,” the dark haired girl said, biting the tip of her thumb.
Tom looked at his wife, waiting for her to give the nod of approval, before telling Marinette that of course she could get some English studying material. While Tom was apprehensive of the soulmate that just started singing (why hadn’t he sang before?), he wanted nothing more than his little girl to be happy. He kissed his wife on the cheek before walking back into the kitchen, continuing to work on the pastries.
Marinette couldn’t stop the smile on her face as she raced back up to her room. 
Her soulmate sang back to her!
She bounced over to her mirror, picking up her hair brush. She pulled out her hair tie, allowing the braid to fall apart completely. As she began to brush her hair, she picked up where her song had left off before her soulmate had tried to sing back.
“Quand il me prend dans ses bras, il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose, il me dit des mots d’amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça me fait quelque chose, il est entrĂ© dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause, c’est toi pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, il me l’a dit, i’a jurĂ© pour la vie,” she sang, carefully braiding her hair.
She paused for a moment, waiting to see if he would try singing again.
Her soulmate sounded male, but it was hard for her to hear him. He sounded uncertain and shy as he stumbled across his words. Then he sounded a little bit upset before changing to humming a tune she was familiar with. He was humming “La Vie en Rose” which was a song Marinette sang very often, and that was another reason she believed he wasn’t French. He clearly knew the tune, but didn’t seem confident to say the words.
A familiar tune timidly filled her head, soft and sleepy.  She felt affection well up in her chest as he continued to hum “La Vie en Rose” to her. Marinette could tell he’d been listening to her every time she sung him that song. He hummed every note perfectly until his voice began to drift off. Marinette wondered for a moment if that means he’d fallen asleep.
She finished getting dressed quickly after that, throwing on her pink sundress and black ballet flats. Blue-grey eyes sparkling with joy and excitement, Marinette practically ran down the stairs, causing her papa to call out to her to be more careful. She told her papa she would as she skipped over towards her mother.
She couldn’t wait to tell her mother about her soulmate humming her song back to her.
——————
It wasn’t until Damian was almost seventeen that he felt comfortable enough actually singing to his soulmate.
At first, he’d attempted a clumsy rendition of “Can You Feel the Love Tonight”. He hadn’t been able to remember the words properly, so he’d gotten frustrated and embarrassed. She had been able to hear him messing up! He already hadn’t been singing back to her for years, and now his first attempts were pathetic! He had been worried about how she’d respond to him finally returning her songs, but he’d then begun to worry about what she thought about him screwing it up entirely!
Instead of giving up though, he had decided to hum her song back to her. He knew every note of that song, despite not knowing the words or the name to the song. He had hummed until she answered him back with her own bright cheerful song. She had sung the words, strange and unfamiliar to him, while he hummed the melody, creating the most beautiful sound Damian could have sworn he’d ever heard.
Her voice had sounded even brighter than before, and Damian could tell she was happy. After the first day, he’d noticed an uptick in his soulmate’s humming and singing. The more he’d returned her humming with his own, the happier her voice had sounded. It had warmed his chest in an inexplicable way...almost as if he’d missed her without ever meeting her until he hummed back.
Damian had reached the point where he could easily recall all of the words to Elton John’s “Can You Feel the Love Tonight”, but he’d only hummed it to her. He hadn’t felt confident enough to attempt to sing it out loud again, but he was getting there in small steps. He’d been working on it, speaking the words out loud to ensure he remembered them as to not have a repeat of his first attempt. He had begun singing little bits and pieces to the song, which seemed to get the interest of his soulmate. He had fallen even faster for her when she began to show him what she’d been working on.
Singing in English.
Despite her difficulties, his soulmate had continued to try and sing to him in what she probably assumed was his native tongue. She had learned another language for him! She had learned one of the most difficult languages to learn (the grammar rules could be absolutely atrocious, and Damian hated it) just so he could understand her singing.
The least he could do was actually sing for her.
Especially since his soulmate had grown more somber and sad in the past few years.
Her songs seemed to have changed from the light-hearted melodies about love and life to heavier music, in both genre and topics. She’d never stopped singing the song he’d come to know as “La Vie en Rose” though. It appeared that she only sang it for him now because her voice was always quiet, almost like a whisper as she sang. Some nights she only sang a few words or not at all, which worried Damian greatly. So, he did the only thing he could do.
He hummed to her even when she was silent or didn’t seem to want to sing much.
Damian began to hum to her like she’d sang to him all those days while he still lived with the League. She had dealt with his silence for years, never knowing if she had someone on the other end of her connection. Damian only realized how terrifying that was when she’d gone completely silent for a day, not singing anything at all. He could toughen it out and hum to her until she felt like she could sing again, but it only got worse.
She had begun to sing in the softest, saddest voice Damian had ever heard.
It broke his heart to know she was in pain.
Which led him to his current situation, standing in a busy Parisian patisserie with his father and brother, singing to his soulmate for the first time.
“There's a calm surrender, to the rush of day, when the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away. An enchanted moment, and it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior, just to be with you,” he sang softly, ignoring the shocked looks of both Bruce and Tim. “And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are. It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer, that we got this far, and can you feel the love tonight. How it's laid to rest? It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best.”
The small Asian woman behind the counter looked concerned until Tim apologized and kindly informed her that Damian had never actually sang to his soulmate before. The woman chuckled before telling Tim that he didn’t need to apologize, and that their order would be out soon. Tim nodded, paying the kind woman before Bruce guided them both off to the side to wait.
The dark haired boy ignored his brother’s insistent questions, listening for her voice. She was still quiet, having stopped singing the previous song that had gotten Damian so concerned to begin with. He continued to sing, wanting his soulmate to know that even if it felt like no one else did, he cared about her. 
He’d have to thank Dick later for his annoying pop music obsession, or he’d never have recognized Sia’s song “Breathe Me”.
“There's a time for everyone, if they only learn. That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn. There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors. When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours,” he continued, ignoring all of the sounds going on around him.
Just as Damian was about to sing the next section, the patisserie door slammed open. A tiny girl(?) with pitch black hair that was falling loose around her face came racing in. He could see tear streaks down her face as if she’d just been crying. Her body posture was defensive. Her arms were crossed tightly against her chest, and her body was hunched over as if she were trying to make herself smaller.
A blond haired guy followed her into the building. He seemed out of breath with his face as flushed as it was. His green eyes reminded Damian of limes or acid, bright and loud. His entire demeanor displayed a nervousness as he tried to reach the girl, whose posture seemed to scream ‘I’m not okay’ the closer he got to her.
“Marinette, listen! It was just a joke! Alya said they didn’t mean it, and Lila already told the class to stop messing up your schedules,” the guy said. “Please, Marinette? Don’t be mad. You’re better than that.”
The young woman, Marinette, stopped dead in her tracks before turning around. With the more composure than Damian had thought she possessed, she simply said, “Adrien, I am allowed to be upset. They destroyed my planner, which had all the events for our class in it. As class president, I’m supposed to have all of those dates written down and available to anyone who needs them. I now have to remake the entire schedule on top of all my other responsibilities. Besides, real jokes don’t normally involve destroying someone’s personal property, now please leave me alone.”
Damian felt his heart drop into his stomach.
He knew that voice like he knew his katana.
He’d never be able to mistake the voice that had lulled him to sleep so many nights.
That was her voice.
He knew her.
“And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are. It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer that we got this far, and can you feel the love tonight? How it's laid to rest? It's enough to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best,” Damian continued, needing to be certain it was her.
He watched the young woman’s arms fall to her sides, looking almost startled. Her eyes, which he now noticed were an enchanting slate blue color that reminded him of a storm, were now darting around. Her petal pink lips, which looked so soft, were agape which hinted towards her being alarmed by something. Her posture straightened up as she scanned the room again. Not finding what she was looking for apparently, she slowly began to sing, her eyes searching the room once more.
“Et dùs que je l’aperçois, alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat.”
Damian’s heart then decided to make a violent return to his chest as he could hear it pounding in his chest.
It was her.
Those were the last lines to “La Vie en Rose”.
It was her.
——————
Marinette, to say the least, had been having a couple rough years.
At the age of thirteen, she had been given the ladybug miraculous by the former Guardian and became the spotted heroine known as Ladybug.
At around the age of fourteen-fifteen, Lila Rossi had joined her class and the bullying began.
At the age of sixteen, she realized that she had less friends than she thought she did.
And now at the age of seventeen, Marinette was just done.
She hadn’t been able to locate Hawkmoth due to his increasing power, gaining Mayura as an accomplice, and her inability to keep a standard set of heroes. Some people had lost the privilege to wield the miraculous by breaking Marinette’s trust, and others had been compromised by Hawkmoth. This meant that everytime she needed assistance, she either had to combine the miraculous or give a rookie hero a crash course in superhero training.
Add to that Chat Noir’s endless attempts to flirt and get her to sing in front of him, and Marinette was ready to throw herself out a window. 
Being a superhero with little to no training had been hard enough, but now she was the Guardian of the box! Now not only did she have to worry about her Kwami, Tikki, she had to worry about all of them! She would also have to do this with absolutely no training as well except from what the kwamis could remember/tell her. 
And all of that didn’t take into account the Marinette part of her life either.
Her only solace had been her soulmate, who had slowly been learning how to sing. She had been surprised to hear attempts at singing, as he’d been humming almost consistently since his first attempt, but it made the ache in her chest feel lighter. Her soulmate clearly cared enough about her to try and overcome whatever had been stopping him from singing before, and it made her feel good. She had come to find the humming comforting, but she also found she enjoyed his voice while he sang too.
More grown up now, his voice was a deep baritone that settled into her bones and made her relax. She had found herself wishing she could talk to him more, wanting to hear words instead of humming. She had forced herself to be patient though. If her soulmate had had problems singing before, it was a possibility he’d only recently gained the capability to verbally speak. She didn’t want to be rude and push for more if that was the case.
Which was apparently something none of her classmates understood.
Marinette had walked into her classroom, only to find the planner she had painstakingly put together for the class in tatters on the floor. She’d left it for their teacher to use, as the teacher needed to add a few more dates in for school functions that had just gotten approved. She wished she could say she hadn’t been upset, but she was.
They’d stuck her with this thankless job, due to Lila not wanting to have to do anything, and this was how they repaid her?
She found it ridiculous that they were still bullying her over Adrien. Sure, she’d liked him when he’d first arrived. He was handsome and rather nice, and most girls had a crush on him. She knew he wasn’t her soulmate though. While he could speak perfect English (thanks to his aunt and cousin living in England, and his late uncle speaking mainly English), the time zone differences didn’t match up.
Her soulmate hummed at specific times, and Marinette had attributed that schedule to reflect their difference in time zones. If Adrien had been her soulmate, then the humming would have occurred around the same time Marinette was normally singing. Plus, she’d heard Adrien sing before when Nino had pressured him into doing it.
The click didn’t go off in her head and as a result, her crush slowly began to die out. She’d even explained to Alya the situation when she’d told her former best friend that she was giving up on dating Adrien. Alya knew that Adrien wasn’t her soulmate, so she didn’t want to waste her time on him.
So why had she joined Lila in bullying her?
Why had she conveniently forgotten that Marinette was completely over her crush and didn’t want to date him?
Why had she lied to Adrien about Marinette wanting to date her?
Most of all, why had Alya believed Lila over her?
Marinette hadn’t heard anyone apologizing to her when she raced out of the room, overwhelmed and upset. She was doing her damndest to control her emotions so that Hawkmoth couldn’t akumatize her, but she could still feel the tears hot on her cheeks. She ignored everything else, storming back towards the patisserie, considering telling her parents she’d thrown up on the way to school and decided to turn around and come home.
Taking a deep breath, she began to sing an English song she’d found while browsing around online. At first she wanted to listen to English songs to help her learn her soulmate’s language, but she did end up finding music and artists that she liked.
“Help, I have done it again. I have been here many times before. Hurt myself again today, and the worst part is there's no-one else to blame. Be my friend, hold me. Wrap me up, enfold me. I am small and needy. Warm me up and breathe me,” she sang, picking up the pace as she heard Adrien shout out her name.
“There's a calm surrender, to the rush of day. When the heat of a rolling wind can be turned away. An enchanted moment, and it sees me through. It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you.”
Marinette nearly froze in her tracks.
Her soulmate had sung!
From the sound of his tone, he seemed worried about her. Marinette continued the song she’d been singing, only pausing when he began to sing his song back to her. She had continued walking on autopilot, taking comfort in her soulmate’s voice despite the fact that she could still register Adrien’s shouting in the back of her mind.
She slammed the patisserie door open, too shocked and upset to think about using the private entrance to their home above the bakery. She heard Adrien’s footsteps follow her inside. She had planned on ignoring him, not wanting to have another fight about whether or not Alya and Lila’s latest shenanigans had been ‘friendly teasing’ or not. 
She was going to until Adrien opened his stupid mouth to tell her she was ‘better than this’.
“Adrien, I am allowed to be upset. They destroyed my planner, which had all the events for our class in it. As class president, I’m supposed to have all of those dates written down and available to anyone who needs them. I now have to remake the entire schedule on top of all my other responsibilities. Besides, real jokes don’t normally involve destroying someone’s personal property, now please leave me alone,” she’d told him, firmly.
Before Adrien could respond though, she heard her soulmate sing.
“And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are. It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer that we got this far, and can you feel the love tonight? How it's laid to rest? It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best.”
Marinette felt like she’d been struck by lightning as she realized she’d heard an echo, meaning that he was also in the patisserie. He was here! He was here, and he was singing for her!
Her eyes darted around the room, taking in everyone who was present. She saw that her father and mother were swamped with orders, doing their best to keep the line short. There were several regular customers in line with a couple new faces, but no one who stuck out. There was a small trio off to the side, clearly waiting for their order.
They did not appear familiar at all but from the looks of their suits, Marinette wagered they were businessmen. Perhaps they were in the city on business? Or perhaps this wasn’t their normal stop for baked goods, but they came here because it was closer?
Still feeling anxious, she steeled her nerves and began to sing slowly, trying to find the one person who would react in the crowd.
Her eyes were drawn back to the trio, noticing how awestruck the one looked.
He was objectively handsome with a sharp jawline and defined cheekbones. He had tanned skin that made the two men next to him look rather pale in comparison. His hair was jet black and well groomed. He looked strong with broad shoulders, and Marinette was certain he had several inches on her as far as height went.
It was his eyes though that caught her attention.
They were a jade green, a bit darker than Adrien’s, but captivating all the same. They were also looking at her with a look of longing that for some reason didn’t frighten Marinette. He looked like he desperately wanted to come over to her, but he appeared to be waiting for something.
The second he realized she had her eyes on him, he opened his mouth and finished the song.
“It's enough to make kings and vagabonds believe the very best,” he sang, looking at her almost hopefully.
Marinette felt something in her mind click into place.
She also could swear she heard Tikki giggling from inside her purse.
The little kwami had always told Marinette she’d meet her soulmate one day. She’d also told Marinette that she’d meet him when she needed him most. The little red kwami had seemed extremely confident about that fact and about how her soulmate would be able to help her.
Feeling a nudge from her purse, Marinette swallowed before marching over to where the three men were standing. The one whose gaze had been fixed on her also began to step forward, meeting Marinette half-way. He smiled at her, but his eyes told her he was nervous.
“Hello, my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said, holding out her hand in what she knew was a traditional American greeting.
He took her hand but surprised her by kissing the back of her hand instead of shaking it.
“Hello, I’m Damian. You have a lovely voice.”
Marinette felt her cheeks heat up as she smiled back at him.
“You too...though I’d like to hear it more,” she replied, ignoring the fact he’d yet to let go of her hand.
The grip wasn’t harsh or uncomfortable...but rather warm and reassuring.
“Okay, seriously Demon Spawn,” the shorter man said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “What the hell is going on, and why were you singing to your soulmate? You never sing out loud! Who is she, and why did you kiss her hand? Do you even know her?”
“Shut. Up. Drake,” Damian hissed, his cheeks coloring a bit. “Can’t you and Father give me a moment?”
Marinette could see the tension building, so she asked the question that had been bugging her since she was a child.
“Why didn’t you ever sing to me before we were eleven?”
This made the two men freeze. A look of realization dawned on them as they looked between Marinette and Damian. The younger of the two had the decency to blush a little bit, mumbling a ‘nevermind’. The older of the two seemed almost...relieved? Happy? Ecstatic?
“Terribly sorry,” the older man said with a smile. “My name is Bruce Wayne. I’m Damian’s father. This is his brother Tim Drake, who I adopted, hence the different last name. Damian, we’re going to take our pastries and head back to the hotel. You can meet us there when you’re done.”
With that, Marinette watched as Bruce pushed Tim towards the exit, still feeling a little confused and dazed. She returned her attention towards Damian, who looked very uncomfortable and upset. She almost told him to forget about her question until he said quietly, “...my mother never told me about soulmates. I wasn’t allowed to sing or hum growing up, but my mother never told me why. They never taught me any songs either. I mainly had to learn them myself. I— I didn’t even realize I was hearing another person’s voice until someone explained it to me.”
Damian was looking down at his shoes, but he managed to lift his head to look at her before continuing.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel lonely or unwanted. I tried singing to you at eleven because I started living with my father around that time.”
Marinette felt relieved and heartbroken all at once.
“You don’t have to apologize just because your mother didn’t tell you about this,” she murmured, getting closer to her soulmate. “I’m just relieved that it wasn’t because you didn’t want me.”
“Excuse me, but Marinette and I were having a conversation! Marinette, you can’t just ignore people! It’s rude! Besides, Alya and Lila are here to apologize.”
The dark haired young woman let out a hiss, making the man in front of her chuckle.
Adrien.
She’d nearly forgotten about him.
Marinette turned around to see that Adrien was glaring daggers at Damian. The blond walked forward and actually had the audacity to wrap his arm around her shoulders. She pushed her arm off of her and stood in front of Damian.
From her new position, she could also see the two harpies from hell waiting at the patisserie door. Alya looked only a little nervous, and Lila had her usual fake sad face on. She could also see the simmering anger in Adrien’s eyes as she chose the stranger over him.
“Oh! Marinette, there you are!” Lila crooned, latching onto Adrien’s arm. “We’re so sorry! We didn’t realize that was your book.”
“I thought you said it was a joke on me though,” she responded, looking between both of them. “If you didn’t know it was mine, why would the joke be on me?”
“We never said that—” Alya began, but Marinette just cut her off.
Reaching into her bag, she took out the little tape recorder she’d been bringing to school to gather evidence. She briefly rewinded it before playing it, the two girls’ voices coming through crystal clear. Her expression did not change as Alya and Lila began to scream about how she couldn’t just record them like that, scrambling to also include how recordings could be taken out of context or misconstrued.
“You’re only mad because Lila won’t let you have Adrien!” Alya shouted, gaining the attention of Marinette’s mother and the other customers. “You’ve had a crush on him forever, and now you’re jealous because you can’t have him because of Lila!”
Marinette could feel a migraine coming on as she bit out, “I. Don’t. Have. A. Crush. On. Him. Seriously? That crush was like a month, two months long before I told you I was over it?”
“Don’t you still love me?” Adrien interjected, looking like a sad puppy.
“Not any more than a friend,” she said bitterly, “but I have no idea if I can consider you even that now.”
“You’re a filthy liar! You so totally have a crush—”
“Excuse me, but could you three kindly fuck off?” a cold voice came from behind her.
Marinette’s head twisted back to see that Damian no longer looked all that shy or vulnerable.
“I’ve waited years to be able to hear her voice in person, as Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng is my soulmate, and I’d really like to get to know her. Without an audience of absolute buffoons,” Damian continued, still coming off cold. “She already asked you to leave her alone, Blondie. My suggestion is take your two bitches and leave before I make you.”
“Ugh, you’re so rude!” Alya snapped. “No wonder you ended up with a cheat like Marinette!”
Marinette felt a twinge in her chest as she looked down at her shoes. She wasn’t surprised Alya had said something like that, but it still hurt deep down. Alya had once been a dear friend of hers, and for her to say such terrible lies about her made her heart break. She went to call out to her mother when Damian let out a snarl.
“You’re the rude ones. You think destroying private property is a joke? You think taking people’s belongings is a joke? You think barging into a place of business isn’t rude? Do you think interjecting on conversations that you’re not a part of isn’t rude? You think what you said isn’t fucking rude? Why don’t you try thinking before you speak? I know that takes up a lot of oxygen, but I can get you a plant if you’re worried about running out. Now, Get. Out.”
Damian cracked his knuckles and slid off his suit jacket, showing off muscled arms that looked a lot stronger than Adrien. He glared at the trio, watching them carefully as they backed off of Marinette. The subtle threat seemed to work as Alya latched onto Adrien’s other arm, both girls pulling him out of the patisserie. They were complaining loudly about how rude he was and continued to say passive aggressive things about Marinette. She thought the situation was going to explode until her mother walked over to them.
“Marinette? What’s going on?” Shouldn’t you be at school? And why were your classmates here?” she asked, gently holding her daughter’s face in her hands.
“I don’t feel well, Maman,” Marinette replied quietly. “It’s getting bad again.”
She watched her mother’s normally gently and friendly face twist into a well concealed look of rage. Sabine’s silver eyes narrowed, slightly worrying Marinette, as she looked at Damian before demanding to know who he thought he was, thinking that he could speak on her daughter’s behalf.
“I’m her soulmate, ‘mam. I wasn’t trying to speak for her, and I apologize if that’s how it was coming off. You see, my mother didn’t allow singing when I was growing up, and I went to go live with my father when I was ten, so for the first ten years of my life, I didn’t know what a soulmate was,” he answered. “It’s been about six years since I learned what a soulmate was, and I’ve been waiting since then to meet the girl who still sings to a silent soulmate.”
Marinette began to blush, stuttering apologies before Damian responded that she had nothing to apologize for. He then smiled at both her and Sabine before asking if they wanted to attend dinner at Le Grand Paris so Sabine could meet his father.
“I’d really like to get to know you, Marinette, but only if that’s what you want too,” he said with a soft smile. “I want this to be your choice as much as it is mine. I don’t want you to think you have to say yes just because we’re soulmates.”
And as she looked into the face of a man who taught himself how to sing just to be able to connect with her when she needed him the most, Marinette actually believed him.
Perhaps this wouldn’t be like Chat Noir and Ladybug

A hard nudge from her pocket prompted her into answering, “Yes...I’d really like to get to know you too, Damian.”
As he smiled at her, a genuine smile that reached one’s eyes instead of the fake one he’d been using when talking to Lila, she felt her heart skip a few beats. He readjusted his grip on her hand, sending tingles down her arm and making her entire body feel warm. She gently squeezed his hand, receiving an evenly pressured squeeze in return as he talked to her mother about their patisserie shop.
Vaguely in the back of her mind, Marinette wondered if this is what being with your soulmate was supposed to feel like.
If it was...well, Marinette wasn’t going to be trading the warm homey feeling she got watching her mother talk nice with Damian for anything in the world. He seemed to have a quiet sort of charm about him, and he wasn’t easily intimidated by the looks of it, as he didn’t flinch when her father came out to meet him.
No, instead Damian had shook her father’s hand firmly, introducing himself with proud shoulders and confidence. This seemed to make her father happy as he wasn’t frowning as hard when he asked Damian what he did. Her father also seemed satisfied when Damian responded that his father owned a large business, and he was studying to help his older brother take it over once his father decided to retire.
The way he seemed to seamlessly slide into her family, the domestic feeling of it, made Marinette very happy.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to break the news to her soulmate that she was a superhero

Oh boy.
*Songs in Order of Appearance:
“La Vie en Rose” by Edith Piaf
“Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles
“Can You Feel the Love Tonight” as performed by Elton John
“Breathe Me” by Sia
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Mammoth List of Feminist/Girl Power Books (200 + Books)
Lists of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History
Bad Girls Throughout History: 100 Remarkable Women Who Changed the World by Ann Shen
Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo
Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls 2 by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo
Good Night Stories for Rebel Girls: 100 Immigrant Women Who Changed the World by Elena Favilli & Francesca Cavallo
Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World by Pénélope Bagieu, Montana Kane (Translator)
Rejected Princesses: Tales of History's Boldest Heroines, Hellions, and Heretics by Jason Porath
Tough Mothers: Amazing Stories of History’s Mightiest Matriarchs by Jason Porath
Women in Science: 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World by Rachel Ignotofsky
Bygone Badass Broads: 52 Forgotten Women Who Changed the World by Mackenzi Lee
Wonder Women: 25 Innovators, Inventors, and Trailblazers Who Changed History by Sam Maggs
The Little Book of Feminist Saints by Julia Pierpont
Rad Women Worldwide: Artists and Athletes, Pirates and Punks, and Other Revolutionaries Who Shaped History by Kate Schatz
Warrior Women: 3000 Years of Courage and Heroism by Robin Cross & Rosalind Miles
Women Who Dared: 52 Stories of Fearless Daredevils, Adventurers, and Rebels by Linda Skeers & Livi Gosling 
100 Nasty Women of History by Hannah Jewell
The Warrior Queens by Antonia Fraser
Sea Queens: Women Pirates Around the World by Jane Yolen
The Book of Gutsy Women: Favorite Stories of Courage and Resilience by Hillary Rodham Clinton & Chelsea Clinton 
Fight Like a Girl: 50 Feminists Who Changed the World by Laura Barcella
Samurai Women 1184–1877 by Stephen Turnbull
A Black Woman Did That by Malaika Adero
Tales from Behind the Window by Edanur Kuntman
Amazons, Abolitionists, and Activists: A Graphic History of Women's Fight for Their Rights by Mikki Kendall
Witches and Pagans: Women in European Folk Religion, 700-1100 by Max Dashu
Mad and Bad: Real Heroines of the Regency by Bea Koch
Modern HERstory: Stories of Women and Nonbinary People Rewriting History by Blair Imani
Individual and Group Portraits of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History
Alice Paul and the Fight for Women's Rights: From the Vote to the Equal Rights Amendment by Deborah Kops
Vanguard: How Black Women Broke Barriers, Won the Vote, and Insisted on Equality for All by Martha S. Jones
Ruth Bader Ginsburg: A Life by Jane Sherron De Hart
The Firebrand and the First Lady: Portrait of a Friendship: Pauli Murray, Eleanor Roosevelt, and the Struggle for Social Justice by Patricia Bell-Scott
I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai, Christina Lamb
Life Undercover: Coming of Age in the CIA by Amaryllis Fox
Native Country of the Heart: A Memoir by CherrĂ­e L. Moraga
The Soul of a Woman by Isabel Allende
Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly
Ashley's War: The Untold Story of a Team of Women Soldiers on the Special Ops Battlefield by Gayle Tzemach Lemmon
Alice Diamond and the Forty Elephants: The Female Gang That Terrorised London by Brian McDonald
Women Against the Raj: The Rani of Jhansi Regiment by Joyce Chapman Lebra
Girls to the Front: The True Story of the Riot Grrrl Revolution by Sara Marcus
The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women Across the Ancient World by Adrienne Mayor
Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us, from Missiles to the Moon to Mars by Nathalia Holt
The Women of WWII (Non-Fiction)
Women Heroes of World War II: 26 Stories of Espionage, Sabotage, Resistance, and Rescue by Kathryn J. Atwood
Skyward: The Story of Female Pilots in WWII by Sally Deng
The Women with Silver Wings: The Inspiring True Story of the Women Airforce Service Pilots of World War II by Katherine Sharp Landdeck
The Unwomanly Face of War: An Oral History of Women in World War II by Svetlana Alexievich, Richard Pevear (Translation), Larissa Volokhonsky (Translation)
Les Parisiennes: How the Women of Paris Lived, Loved, and Died Under Nazi Occupation by Anne Sebba
To Serve My Country, to Serve My Race: The Story of the Only African-American Wacs Stationed Overseas During World War II by Brenda L. Moore
Standing Up Against Hate: How Black Women in the Army Helped Change the Course of WWII by Mary Cronk Farrell
Sisters and Spies: The True Story of WWII Special Agents Eileen and Jacqueline Nearne by Susan Ottaway
A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of the American Spy Who Helped Win World War II by Sonia Purnell
The White Mouse by Nancy Wake
Code Name HĂ©lĂšne by Ariel Lawhon
Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers Who Helped Win World War II by Liza Mundy
Tomorrow to be Brave: A Memoir of the Only Woman Ever to Serve in the French Foreign Legion by Susan Travers & Wendy Holden
Pure Grit: How WWII Nurses in the Pacific Survived Combat and Prison Camp by Mary Cronk Farrell
Sisterhood of Spies by Elizabeth P. McIntosh
Spy Princess: The Life of Noor Inayat Khan by Shrabani Basu
Women in the Holocaust by Dalia Ofer
The Light of Days: The Untold Story of Women Resistance Fighters in Hitler's Ghettos by Judy Batalion
Night Witches: The Untold Story of Soviet Women in Combat by Bruce Myles
The Soviet Night Witches: Brave Women Bomber Pilots of World War II by Pamela Jain Dell
A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II by Elizabeth Wein
A Dance with Death: Soviet Airwomen in World War II by Anne Noggle
Avenging Angels: The Young Women of the Soviet Union's WWII Sniper Corps by Lyuba Vinogradova
The Women of WWII (Fiction)
Among the Red Stars by Gwen C. Katz
Night Witches by Kathryn Lasky
Night Witches by Mirren Hogan
Night Witch by S.J. McCormack
Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith
Daughters of the Night Sky by Aimie K. Runyan
ï»żThe Lost Girls of Paris by Pam Jenoff
Code Name Verity series by Elizabeth Wein
Front Lines trilogy by Michael Grant
The Alice Network by Kate Quinn
All-Girl Teams (Fiction)
The Seafire trilogy by Natalie C. Parker
Elysium Girls by Kate Pentecost
The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis
The Effigies trilogy by Sarah Raughley
Guardians of the Dawn series by S. Jae-Jones
Wolf-Light by Yaba Badoe
Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson
Burned and Buried by Nino Cipri
This Is What It Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow
The Wild Ones: A Broken Anthem for a Girl Nation by Nafiza Azad
We Rule the Night by Claire Eliza Bartlett
Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry
The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion by Fannie Flagg
Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman
Bad Girls Never Say Die by Jennifer Mathieu
The Secret Life of Prince Charming by Deb Caletti
Kamikaze Girls by Novala Takemoto, Akemi WegmĂŒller (Translator)
The Island of Sea Women by Lisa See
The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry
The Scapegracers by Hannah Abigail Clarke
Sisters in Sanity by Gayle Forman
The Scandalous Sisterhood of Prickwillow Place by Julie Berry
The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix
The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl
Hell's Belles series by Sarah MacLean
Jackdaws by Ken Follett
The Farmerettes by Gisela Tobien Sherman
A Sisterhood of Secret Ambitions by Sheena Boekweg
Feminist Retellings
Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly
Poisoned by Jennifer Donnelly
Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust
The Girl Who Fell Beneath The Sea by Axie Oh
Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins by Emma Donoghue
Doomed by Laura Pohl
The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher
The Boneless Mercies by April Genevieve Tucholke
Seven Endless Forests by April Genevieve Tucholke
The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton
A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston
Kate Crackernuts by Katharine M. Briggs
Legendborn series by Tracy Deonn
One for All by Lillie Lainoff
Feminist Dystopian and Horror Fiction
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Grace Year by Kim Liggett
Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand
Godshot by Chelsea Bieker
Women and Girls in Comedy 
ï»żCrying Laughing by Lance Rubin
Stand Up, Yumi Chung by Jessica Kim
This Will Be Funny Someday by Katie Henry
Unscripted by Nicole Kronzer
Pretty Funny for a Girl by Rebecca Elliot
Bossypants by Tina Fey
We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy by Yael Kohen
The Girl in the Show: Three Generations of Comedy, Culture, and Feminism by Anna Fields
Trans Women
Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & So Much More by Janet Mock
Nemesis series by April Daniels
American Transgirl by Faith DaBrooke
Tranny: Confessions of Punk Rock's Most Infamous Anarchist Sellout by Laura Jane Grace
A Safe Girl to Love by Casey Plett
Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky
Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars by Kai Cheng Thom
Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family by Amy Ellis Nutt
George by Alex Gino
The Witch Boy series by Molly Ostertag
Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman by Laura Kate Dale
She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders by Jennifer Finney Boylan
An Anthology of Fiction by Trans Women of Color by Ellyn Peña
Wandering Son by Takako Shimura
Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg
Feminist Poetry
Women Are Some Kind of Magic trilogy by Amanda Lovelace
Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty by Nikita Gill
Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul by Nikita Gill
Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters by Nikita Gill
The Girl and the Goddess by Nikita Gill
A Bound Woman Is a Dangerous Thing: The Incarceration of African American Women from Harriet Tubman to Sandra Bland by DaMaris B. Hill
Feminist Philosophy and Facts
The Creation of Patriarchy by Gerda Lerner
The Creation of Feminist Consciousness: From the Middle Ages to Eighteen-Seventy by Gerda Lerner
Misogyny: The World's Oldest Prejudice by Jack Holland
White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color by Ruby Hamad
We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Dear Ijeawele, or a Feminist Manifesto in Fifteen Suggestions by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Colonize This!: Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism by Bushra Rehman
Feminism is for Everybody: Passionate Politics by bell hooks
Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World by Kelly Jensen
The Equality Illusion by Kat Banyard
White Feminism: From the Suffragettes to Influencers and Who They Leave Behind by Koa Beck
Everyday Sexism by Laura Bates
I Have the Right To by Chessy Prout & Jenn Abelson
Feminism and Nationalism in the Third World by Kumari Jayawardena
The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
How to Suppress Women's Writing by Joanna Russ
Invisible No More: Police Violence Against Black Women and Women of Color by Andrea Ritchie
Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism by bell hooks
Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment by Patricia Hill Collins
But Some of Us Are Brave: All the Women Are White, All the Blacks Are Men: Black Women's Studies by Akasha Gloria Hull, Patricia Bell-Scott, Barbara Smith Women, Race, and Class by Angela Y. Davis This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by CherrĂ­e L. Moraga, Gloria E. AnzaldĂșa
Half the Sky: Turning Oppression Into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof & Sheryl WuDinn
Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde
Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay
Difficult Women by Roxane Gay
Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay
Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture by Roxane Gay
This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by by CherrĂ­e Moraga & Gloria AnzaldĂșa
Power Shift: The Longest Revolution by Sally Armstrong
Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Brittney Cooper
Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall
Had It Coming: What's Fair in the Age of #MeToo? by Robyn Doolittle
She Said: Breaking the Sexual Harassment Story that Helped Ignite a Movement by Jody Kantor & Megan Twohey
#Notyourprincess: Voices of Native American Women by Lisa Charleyboy
Girl Rising: Changing the World One Girl at a Time by Tanya Lee Stone
Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers: Monstrosity, Patriarchy, and the Fear of Female Power by Sady Doyle
Sisterhood is Powerful: An Anthology of Writings from the Women's Liberation Movement by Robin Morgan (Editor)
Girls Make Media by Mary Celeste Kearney
Rock She Wrote: Women Write about Rock, Pop, and Rap by Evelyn McDonnell (Editor)
You Play the Girl: And Other Vexing Stories That Tell Women Who They Are by Carina Chocano
Things We Didn't Talk About When I Was a Girl: A Memoir by Jeannie Vanasco
The Portable Nineteenth-Century African American Women Writers by Henry Louis Gates Jr. (Editor), Hollis Robbins (Editor)
Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman by Lindy West
A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf
Believe Me: How Trusting Women Can Change the World by Jessica Valenti and Jaclyn Friedman Bread Out of Stone: Recollections, Sex, Recognitions, Race, Dreaming, Politics by Dionne Brand
Other General Girl Power/Feminist Awesomeness
The Edge of Anything by Nora Shalaway Carpenter
Kat and Meg Conquer the World by Anna Priemaza
Talk Before Sleep by Elizabeth Berg
The Female of the Species by Mandy McGinnis
Pulp by Robin Talley
Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera
How to Save a Life by Sara Zarr
That Summer by Sarah Dessen
Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen
Honey, Baby, Sweetheart by Deb Caletti
The Girl With the Louding Voice by Abi Daré
Mrs. Everything by Jennifer Weiner
Beauty Queens by Libba Bray
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
American Girls by Alison Umminger
Don't Think Twice by Ruth Pennebaker
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
In Love & Trouble: Stories of Black Women by Alice Walker
You Can't Keep a Good Woman Down: Stories by Alice Walker
Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Bardugo
Sula by Toni Morrison
Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci
A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik
Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu
Rules for Being a Girl by Candace Bushnell & Katie Cotugno
None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Orlando by Virginia Woolf
Everything Must Go by Jenny Fran Davis
The House on Olive Street by Robyn Carr
Orange Is the New Black by Piper Kerman
Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde
Lady Luck's Map of Vegas by Barbara Samuel 
Fan the Fame by Anna Priemaza
Puddin' by Julie Murphy
A Heart in a Body in the World by Deb Caletti
Gravity Brings Me Down by Natale Ghent
Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See
The Summer of Impossibilities by Rachael Allen
The Dead Girls of Hysteria Hall by Katie Alender
Don't Tell a Soul by Kirsten Miller
After the Ink Dries by Cassie Gustafson Girl, Unframed by Deb Caletti
We Are the Ashes, We Are the Fire by Joy McCullough 
Maybe He Just Likes You by Barbara Dee
Things a Bright Girl Can Do by Sally Nicholls
The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart
Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix
The Cure for Dreaming by Cat Winters
Dress Coded by Carrie Firestone
The Prettiest by Brigit Young
Don't Judge Me by Lisa Schroeder
The Roommate by Rosie Danan
Tomboy: A Graphic Memoir by Liz Prince
Surpassing the Love of Men: Romantic Friendship and Love Between Women from the Renaissance to the Present by Lillian Faderman
All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation by Rebecca Traister
Paper Girls comic series by Brian K. Vaughan
Heavy Vinyl comic series by Carly Usdin
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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KjLTMqr by TheTime_OfTheStars "Yuafen": RelaciĂłn predestinada entre personas, coincidencia o circunstancia que nos pone en contacto con alguien en el lugar y momento adecuado, suerte condicionada por el pasado, acciones realizadas en encarnaciones pasadas. Destino Nadie recuerda cuando inicio, solo que en algĂșn momento personas “afortunadas” por todo el mundo presentaban la “marca”, un tatuaje en la muñeca, un nombre, un alma gemela. Pero que pasara cuando el universo decida juntar a dos polos opuestos que lo Ășnico en lo que estĂĄn de acuerdo es que toda la situaciĂłn es un asco, Âżacaso ambos se necesitaban? , Âżse salvaran? o Âżserian su destrucciĂłn?. Damian nunca pidiĂł una estĂșpida marca en su muñeca, y mucho menos que una extraña apareciera en medio de la calle, que fuera su alma gemela y le pidiera hablar...si, era el peor dĂ­a de su vida. Novalise siempre deseo que ese dĂ­a nunca llegara, esperaba llegar a su vejez sin ninguna señal de una alma gemela, eso no sucediĂł, no solo apareciĂł su marca, sino que dos años antes que la mayorĂ­a de su familia. Donde uno sabe mĂĄs que Ă©l otro, donde uno caerĂĄ primero, pero donde ambos aprenderĂĄn que tal vez el otro era lo que necesitaban. Donde ambos no solo tienen un futuro sino igual un pasado. Words: 1330, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Zatanna Zatara, Original Female Character(s), Jonathan Kent Relationships: Damian Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s), Dick Grayson/Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake/Original Female Character(s), Alfred Pennyworth/Original Female Character(s), Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Slow Romance, I Don't Even Know, Magic, My First Fanfic, Family Secrets, Sorry Not Sorry, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Artist Damian Wayne read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/KjLTMqr
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Portrait : Robert Kirkman
Attention :
Pour la rĂ©daction de cet article, j’ai entrecoupĂ© plusieurs sources. Ainsi, j’ai constatĂ© de nombreuses incohĂ©rences dans les informations rĂ©coltĂ©es, jusque dans les propres dires de Robert Kirkman. Donc, ne soyez pas Ă©tonnĂ© si vous dĂ©couvrez d’autres versions de son histoire.
De plus, la longue carriĂšre de Robert Kirkman ne peut ĂȘtre rĂ©sumĂ© en quelques pages. J’ai dĂ» faire des choix dans le traitement. Voyez cette courte biographie comme une chronologie exhaustive de sa carriĂšre.
En 20 ans de carriĂšre, Robert Kirkman, c’est une poignĂ©e de comics cultes. Il est le crĂ©ateur de The Walking Dead, Invinsible, Outcast, Oblivion Song, Die Die Die et rĂ©cemment Fire Power.
Robert Kirkman s’est forgĂ© une place de choix dans le paysage du comic book en intĂ©grant Image Comics. De lĂ , il s’est attelĂ© Ă  produire Ă  une allure frĂ©nĂ©tique des hits ayant marquĂ©e une gĂ©nĂ©ration de lecteur. GrĂące au succĂšs consĂ©cutif de ses crĂ©ations, il s’est bĂąti un vĂ©ritable empire, s’immisçant dans toutes les strates du divertissement amĂ©ricain.
Ne vous mĂ©prenez pas, Robert Kirkman est un vĂ©ritable bourreau de travail. Sa rĂ©ussite est due Ă  une constance crĂ©ative inĂ©galable. Cela lui a valu le titre de 8epartenaire de la maison d’édition Image, tant il a participĂ© Ă  sa renaissance.
Il s’est imposĂ© comme le maĂźtre incontestĂ© du trope de genre. Robert Kirkman a su crĂ©er et appliquer une recette infaillible, s’approprier les codes d’un genre en y ajoutant sa patte. Choisissant des sujets en marge de ce que l’industrie mainsteam produit, il aborde des rĂ©flexions Ă©tonnement universelles.
Aujourd’hui, il est Ă  la tĂȘte de Skybound, producteur exĂ©cutif de « la marque » tĂ©lĂ©visuelle The Walking Dead, scĂ©nariste d’au moins trois sĂ©ries en cours et le bougre n’est pas prĂšs de s‘arrĂȘter. L’aventure de Robert Kirkman n’en est encore qu’à ses prĂ©mices.
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Robert Kirkman est nĂ© le 30 novembre 1978 Ă  Lexington dans le Kentucky, il grandit Ă  Cynthiana, dans le mĂȘme État.
Robert Kirkman s’intĂ©resse trĂšs tĂŽt Ă  la culture comics. Il commence Ă  en lire au collĂšge, cependant, ses lectures sont limitĂ©es. Il se fournit au Walmart le plus proche (Ă  une heure de voiture), mais le magasin vend exclusivement des titres Marvel. Robert Kirkman lit les X-Men et Spider-Man (en 2006, il nomme son fils Peter Parker en rĂ©fĂ©rence au hĂ©ros). Il dĂ©couvre l’univers de DC Comics et les Ă©diteurs indĂ©pendants seulement Ă  l’obtention de son permis de conduire.
Les premiers pas en indé
Au lycĂ©e, il se spĂ©cialise en Art, mais ses Ă©tudes n’iront pas plus loin. Comme il le dit lui-mĂȘme, le systĂšme scolaire n’était pas fait pour lui. Il enchaĂźne les petits boulots, notamment dans un comics shop (un peu clichĂ©, n’est-ce pas ?), tout en produisant, en parallĂšle, son propre comics.
Between the Ropes est un comic book sur le milieu du catch. Les divers personnages, composant l’Ɠuvre, seront rĂ©utilisĂ©s dans d’autres de ses projets. A la base, Robert Kirkman voulait ĂȘtre dessinateur, une idĂ©e qu’il abandonnera rapidement (et pour le mieux).
« Mon rĂȘve Ă©tait d'Ă©crire et de dessiner mes propres comics, parce que mes livres prĂ©fĂ©rĂ©s Ă©taient Ă©crits et dessinĂ©s par des artistes qui faisaient tout eux-mĂȘmes. » s’est confiĂ© Robert Kirkman au magazine Rolling Stone.
Dans un Ă©lan d’orgueil, il a voulu prĂ©senter son projet Ă  Diamond Comics (seul et unique distributeur). Il essuie son premier refus et se fait remettre Ă  sa place par le distributeur au motif d’un manque de professionnalisme. Robert Kirkman est revenu sur ses premiers travaux avec beaucoup d’ironie, ce coup d'essai Ă©tait une "horrible petite merde".
« En grandissant, j'ai réalisé que je n'étais pas assez bon pour dessiner, ce qui m'a d'abord un peu attristé. Puis j'ai compris que l'écriture était plus fun, et moins chronophage. »
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A 22 ans, Robert Kirkman dĂ©marre sa carriĂšre de scĂ©nariste professionnel. Ami d’enfance de Tony Moore, ils auto-Ă©ditent Battle Pope, une parodie de super-hĂ©ros sous le label Funk-O-Tron.
La fin du monde a eu lieu, peu de gens sont montĂ©s au paradis, mĂȘme le Pape a Ă©tĂ© jugĂ© pour ses actions. Dieu a envoyĂ© Saint-Michel pour guider son armĂ©e contre les forces du malin. Saint-Michel Ă©choue et se retrouve captif par Lucifer. Dieu fait donc appel au Pape pour partir Ă  sa rescousse. Il envoie JĂ©sus Christ pour l’assister dans sa quĂȘte.
En bref, une Ɠuvre loufoque Ă  l’humour parfois douteux, mais au programme bien chargĂ©. Kirkman admettra plus tard, qu’il voulait attirer l’attention sur lui, quitte Ă  choquer l’opinion publique. La sĂ©rie sera publiĂ©e pendant deux ans avant d’ĂȘtre arrĂȘtĂ©e. Les ventes du comics couvraient Ă  peine les frais de publication et ne permettaient pas de marge. La situation devenait critique pour les deux artistes Ă  dĂ©couvert. La publication de ce comics outrancier a eu le mĂ©rite de dĂ©clencher une rĂ©action en chaĂźne, permettant aux deux compĂšres d’intĂ©grer la maison d’édition indĂ©pendante, Image Comics.
Porte ouverte chez Image Comics
Robert Kirkman s’est exprimĂ© sur la chaĂźne Comic Tropes sur ses dĂ©buts chez Image Comics. Il s’était fait repĂ©rer par Erik Larsen (fondateur de la maison d’édition et crĂ©ateur de Savage Dragon, rien que ça). A la suite d’une interview de l’artiste, Kirkman avait gardĂ© contact avec lui, jusqu’à ce qu’Erik Larsen finisse par lui proposer un projet.
L’annĂ©e 2003 marque les dĂ©buts fracassants de Robert Kirkman dans le paysage indĂ©pendant du comic book. MalgrĂ© ce que la plupart des fans peuvent croire, le premier vrai succĂšs de Robert Kirkman n’était pas The Walking Dead.
Alors qu’il pitchait une nouvelle sĂ©rie pour Image Comics, Erik Larsen lui proposa de collaborer avec Cory Walker sur un Ă©pisode de SuperPatriot, un personnage issu de l'univers de Savage Dragon. Ultra productif, il travaillait Ă©galement avec E. J. Su pour crĂ©er la sĂ©rie Tech Jacket en 6 Ă©pisodes.
Mais c’est lors de la deuxiĂšme collaboration entre Robert Kirkman et Cory Walker que quelque chose se passa. Ils crĂ©Ăšrent ensemble Invinsible en janvier 2003.
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Mark Grayson est un lycĂ©en moyen qui travaille dans un fast food pourri, seulement sa famille cache un secret important. Son pĂšre Nolan est en fait Omni-Man, une sorte de Superman. Le monde de Mark prend un nouveau tournant le jour oĂč lui aussi dĂ©veloppe des super-pouvoirs.
NĂ© dans le premier Ă©pisode de Tech Jacket, la sĂ©rie explosa ses ventes lorsque Kirkman intĂ©gra un twist culte Ă  l’histoire. Le ton de la sĂ©rie prit un tournant radical jusqu’à sa conclusion. Cory Walker n’arrivait pas Ă  produire dans les deadlines attendues, il a Ă©tĂ© remplacĂ© par Ryan Ottley au 7e Ă©pisode.
Invinsible est le second plus long run de Kirkman. La sĂ©rie s’est achevĂ©e en 2018 Ă  son 144Ăšme numĂ©ro. RĂ©cemment, une sĂ©rie animĂ©e a Ă©tĂ© annoncĂ© pour sortir sur la plateforme Amazone Prime Video. Robert Kirkman s’est engagĂ© Ă  dĂ©velopper du contenu tĂ©lĂ©visuel pour le service Amazon Prime avec des programmes d’horreur et de science-fiction.
L’avùnement de sa carriùre
Tony Moore et Robert Kirkman lancĂšrent plusieurs projets pour Image Comics. Ils imaginĂšrent ensemble le personnage de Brit (en juillet 2003), mettant en scĂšne un vieil agent spĂ©cial surpuissant, tenancier d’un strip-club ou se produit entre autres sa compagne. La sĂ©rie, au mĂȘme ton dĂ©calĂ© que Battle Pope, disparaĂźt pour revenir en 2007. La sĂ©rie est dirigĂ©e par Robert Kirkman mais est Ă©crite par Bruce Brown. Douze numĂ©ros sortiront et la sĂ©rie s'arrĂȘtera faute de ventes convenables pour un titre estampillĂ© Kirkman.
Tony Moore et lui finissent par rencontrer un succĂšs critique et commercial en octobre de la mĂȘme annĂ©e avec The Walking Dead.
Kirkman a expliquĂ© que petit, il se cachait derriĂšre pour regarder les feuilletons d’horreur dont ses parents Ă©taient friands. Un film l’a particuliĂšrement marquĂ©, La Nuit des Morts-Vivants de George Romero. Un groupe de survivants devant repousser les attaques d’une horde de zombies Ă©tait une vraie inspiration dans l’écriture du comics.
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Le film Ă©tait tombĂ© dans le domaine publique et offrait une introduction parfaite Ă  Robert Kirkman, en Ă©crivant la suite situĂ©e dans les annĂ©es ‘60. Mais Jim Valentino, son supĂ©rieur, lui suggĂ©ra de trouver son propre concept, hĂ©sitant Ă  produire une autre histoire de zombie. Avoir son propre concept permettait Ă©galement Ă  l’auteur en herbe de rĂ©colter l’intĂ©gralitĂ© des royalties dĂ» au droit d’auteur. Pour finir de convaincre son boss encore rĂ©ticent, Kirkman inventa une histoire d’invasion extraterrestres via un virus transformant l’humanitĂ© en zombies. IdĂ©e qu’il n’utilisera jamais, avouant plus tard Ă  son supĂ©rieur qu’il lui avait menti.
Comme Cory Walker, Tony Moore n’arrivait malheureusement pas Ă  suivre le rythme Ă©ditorial de la sĂ©rie et a fini par quitter le navire aprĂšs six numĂ©ros. Tony Moore continua Ă  dessiner les couvertures jusqu’au numĂ©ro 24 et les 4 premiĂšres couvertures des albums reliĂ©s. Le dessinateur a Ă©tĂ© remplacĂ© dans la foulĂ©e par Charlie Adlard qui resta jusqu’à la fin de la sĂ©rie.
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Le reste appartient Ă  l’histoire, traduit en 30 langues et disponible dans plus de 60 pays, la sĂ©rie rendit  Kirkman mondialement cĂ©lĂšbre. La sĂ©rie s’acheva au numĂ©ro 193, Ă  l’étĂ© 2019, provoquant un choque chez les fans en mettant brusquement fin Ă  une Ă©popĂ©e vieille de seize ans.
En 2008, Robert Kirkman devient partenaire de la maison d’édition Image Comics, sorte de rĂ©compense pour service rendu. Il est la seule personne Ă  intĂ©grer le sommet de la hiĂ©rarchie de la maison d’édition en venant de l’extĂ©rieur.
Le rouleau compresseur Marvel Comics
En plus de toutes les productions pour Image Comics, Robert Kirkman a travaillĂ© chez Marvel de 2004 Ă  2008. D’abord, engagĂ© pour Ă©crire un revival des annĂ©es 90’ de la sĂ©rie Sleepwalker. La sĂ©rie a Ă©tĂ© annulĂ©e avant mĂȘme sa publication. Le contenu du premier Ă©pisode a Ă©tĂ© inclus dans l’Epic Anthology n°1 de 2004.
Robert Kirkman est rapidement devenu un pilier dans la production Ă©ditoriale de la Maison des IdĂ©es. Il est le crĂ©ateur de la mini-sĂ©rie Marvel Zombies. Il a Ă©crit pour la sĂ©rie Fantastic Four: Foes, en plus d’un run de deux ans sur Ultimate X-Men et une mini-sĂ©rie Ant-Man, entre autres.
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Cependant, toujours lors de la longue interview accordé à Comics Trope, Robert Kirkman revient avec amertume sur son expérience, en considérant avoir été « traité comme une merde ».
Il estime ne pas s’ĂȘtre intĂ©grĂ© Ă  la politique Ă©ditoriale de Marvel. Il est allĂ© jusqu’à se confronter Ă  l’éditeur en chef Joe Quesada, Ă  cause de diffĂ©rents artistiques. L’auteur n’acceptait pas qu’on apporte des modifications Ă  son travail sans sa permission. Les abus ne s’arrĂȘtaient pas lĂ , puisque le dĂ©partement marketing ne promouvait pas ses crĂ©ations, estimant qu’elles ne produiraient pas assez d’argent.
Ce manque d’intĂ©rĂȘt flagrant pour ses crĂ©ations a eu pour consĂ©quence une coopĂ©ration ratĂ©e avec Rob Liefeld (crĂ©ateur de Deadpool, fondateur d’Image Comics et idole de Kirkman). Les deux artistes ont voulu relancer, en 2007, la sĂ©rie Killraven (crĂ©Ă©e en 1973 par Roy Thomas, Gerry Conway et Neal Adams). La sĂ©rie est morte dans l’Ɠuf, alors que cinq Ă©pisodes avaient Ă©tĂ© dessinĂ©s et scĂ©narisĂ©s. Rob Liefeld a quittĂ© le projet, dĂ©nonçant ce manque de mise en avant et d’implication de la part de Marvel.
La pilule est dure Ă  avaler pour les deux crĂ©ateurs quand en parallĂšle, on sait qu’ils travaillaient pour Image Comics, spĂ©cialisĂ© dans le creator-owned (les auteurs possĂšdent leurs crĂ©ations). Ces Ă©vĂ©nements ont poussĂ© Kirkman Ă  prendre la porte en 2008. Il laissa derriĂšre lui un tĂ©moignage accablant dans une vidĂ©o Youtube aujourd’hui indisponible. Il annonçait ne plus jamais vouloir travailler avec les grands studios, tout en ventant les mĂ©rites de l’indĂ©pendant.
Entrepreneurs de l’extrĂȘme
Comme 2003, l’annĂ©e 2010 fut charniĂšre pour le scĂ©nariste. En 2010, The Walking Dead remporte le trĂšs prestigieux Eisner Award de la meilleure sĂ©rie Ă  suivre. Au dĂ©but de l'annĂ©e, la chaĂźne cĂąblĂ©e AMC annoncait vouloir adapter la sĂ©rie Ă  la tĂ©lĂ©vision. Robert Kirkman fut nommĂ© producteur exĂ©cutif et intĂšgra la "writers' room" aux cĂŽtĂ©s du rĂ©alisateur Frank Darabont (The Mist, Les ÉvadĂ©s, La Ligne verte). Il dĂ» quitter son Kentucky natal pour s'installer Ă  Los Angeles. Le premier Ă©pisode est sorti le 31 octobre, avec une audience de 5 millions de tĂ©lĂ©spectateur. En 2015, la sĂ©rie « compagnon », Fear The Walking Dead, dĂ©voilant ce qui s’est passĂ© avant l’arrivĂ©e du virus, fut diffusĂ©e. L’épisode pilote rassembla plus de 10 million de tĂ©lĂ©spectateurs. Un autre spinoff est prĂ©vu pour le 4 octobre 2020, nommĂ© World Beyond, la sĂ©rie sera en deux saisons.
Il a aussi Ă©tĂ© le producteur exĂ©cutif d’un « drame pre-apocalyptique » CorĂ©en appelĂ© Five Year et le documentaire Secret History of Comics pour la chaĂźne AMC.
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Robert Kirkman crĂ©a, en 2010, son propre label Image Comics, nommĂ© Skybound. La sociĂ©tĂ© n’est pas une simple maison d’édition, mais bien une entreprise Ă  part entiĂšre. En tant que PrĂ©sident, Robert Kirkman prit son rĂŽle trĂšs Ă  cƓur et dĂ©veloppa toutes sortes de contenu du jeu vidĂ©os, à la tĂ©lĂ©vision en passant par le cinĂ©ma. Avec son associĂ©, le producteur David Alpert, ils mirent un point d’honneur Ă  dĂ©fendre la propriĂ©tĂ© intellectuelle et le contrĂŽle crĂ©atif de leurs employĂ©s.
Depuis, il a produit en collaboration avec le studio Cinemax deux saisons d’Outcast (entre 2016 et 2018), adaptation de son comics Ă©ponyme crĂ©Ă© en 2014 et qui s’achĂšve en octobre 2020. La sĂ©rie narre la vie de Kyle Barnes, possĂ©dĂ© par une entitĂ© dĂ©moniaque depuis sa tendre enfance.
Le premier film produit par Skybound Ă©tait Air, un thriller S-F, avec Norman Reedus (Daryl Dixon dans The Walking Dead) et Djimon Hounsou (Korath dans Les Gardiens de la Galaxie) au casting
En 2020, il remporte un Prix d'honneur au festival d'AngoulĂȘme. Une exposition lui a Ă©tĂ© consacrĂ©e en tant qu’invitĂ©. Avec une carriĂšre menĂ©e tambour battant, Robert Kirkman n’a plus rien Ă  prouver au monde.
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ao3feed-jaydick · 3 months ago
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Braver la tempĂȘte
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58547188 by LeiaFavaz La tempĂȘte gronde sur Gotham, et, pourtant, dans ses vents et entre ses Ă©clairs, vont deux chauves-souris
 Words: 247, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Français Series: Part 8 of L'annĂ©e de l'OTP - Jason Todd et Dick Grayson Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Drabble, Storm - Freeform, Love, Forbidden Love, Secret love, Discord: Les dĂ©fis galactiques, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2023, Discord: La Fabrique Ă  Plumes read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58547188
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drusegrine · 3 years ago
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Mois des fiertés - 1 jour 1 livre
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Grayson Sender, 12 ans, a un secret : il est une fille à l'intérieur. Solitaire depuis la mort de ses parents, il auditionne pour intégrer la troupe de théùtre du collÚge. Il obtient alors le premier rÎle, celui de la déesse grecque Perséphone. Grayson est dÚs lors bien décidé à sortir de l'ombre.
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So I saw someone else doing their 10 favorite characters from 10 different things (tv shows, books, movies, etc.) And wanted to do it with the latest things I've been reading/watching
Orange is the new Black- Poussey Washington
Young justice - Dick Grayson
She-ra - Entrapta
The goldfinch - Boris
The secret history -Francis
Pokemon (go) - Gengar
MCU - Thor/Loki/Valkyre (basically I'm a sucker for "asgardian" characters that get a story and aren't Odin)
Dirk gently's - Mona/Amanda
Burton's alice in wonderland - The hatter
Cuentos de la calle Broca (les contes de la rue Broca) - Sr. Pier/La bruja del armario de escobas
I'm not tagging anyone but if you see this and want to do it go ahead!
Also on a sidenote everyone should watch Les contes de la rue Broca it was one of my favorite cartoons when I was a kid and if you like 90's Moomin you sure would love this! idk if they are in english but if you happen to know spanish or french they are all in youtube!
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