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artzychic27 · 1 year ago

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Hmm… FNAF au? And for bonus points… The full lore!

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

I’ll probably fuck this up, but whatever

Welcome to Papillon’s Family Diner!

A start up business created by Gabriel Agreste and Anarka Couffaine in 1967

The diner features a purple suit of a butterfly as the mascot. Gabriel would usually wear the suit, as they didn't have enough money to hire someone to do the job for a long time and they were studying at the time

Gabriel studied engineering and Anarka, business adminstration and communication. She also taught music lessons for extra money

It took them a few years to actually achieve any success with the Diner, as they learned that Hawkmoth was boring

Gabriel then designed a new mascot: a red suit of a ladybug called… Ladybug. And Anarka would wear the suit

Both characters worked like a charm and the money poured in

Bunch of years later, Gabriel met a woman named Emille, whom he married and three years later, had a boy named Adrien. And a week later, Emille’s sister had a son named Félix in… Let’s say 1975

About three years ago, actually, Anarka and her… Partner, had twins, Juleka and Luka

The Diner's success was so big, that they went and opened another branch called Papillon’s Pizza with the diner staying open as a sister location

Papillon’s Pizza soon opened in 1983, and there are more characters added to the roster, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Queen Bee, and a new and improved Ladybug. Hawkmoth, however, was removed and that did not sit well with Gabriel

Anyway, business is booming, and Gabriel and Anarka, using the funds, they created the first wearable animatronic suits of Hawkmoth and Ladybug, calling them the Hawklock Suits

Though, there are still some kinks to work out, so they were limited to only Papillon’s Pizza

Hawkmoth took the stage once more, and Ladylock replaced her animatronic counterpart

Gabriel was busier then ever and didn’t have time to raise Adrien, so, like a responsible adult, he put cameras everywhere (Even in Adrien’s stuffed butterfly) and he had Félix look after his strikingly identical cousin

This left Félix pissed. He would torment Adrien by jumping out and scaring him, but it wasn’t enough

So, he and his friends decided to prank Adrien on his birthday at Papillon’s Pizza. They dragged him over to the animatronics, (Hawklock Ladybug) put him up to her face, and she bit down on him

And that, is the story of the Bite of ‘83. The end… He dead, by the way

Hawklock Hawkmoth and Ladybug were stored away, never to be seen, and many precautions were take to make sure this would never happen again

Introducing… Tigress

Sort of the security detail, making sure kids don’t leave the restaurant

But it didn’t take away the pain. Gabriel, so racked with grief, started hitting a local bar to… Think. He blamed Anarka for the Hawklock suits and drove back to the restaurant, enraged, to give Anarka a piece of his mind… Only to find Anarka’s younger child, Juleka

She was locked outside in the rain while bullies laughed at her through the window

Gabriel saw RED. He got a horrific idea and… He killed the poor girl. As parties continued in the pizzeria, Gabriel attacked and killed Juleka in the back alley

And that was the beginning of his killing spree…

With two kids dead, Papillon’s Family Diner closed while Papillon’s Pizza remained open. Anarka and Gabriel buried themselves in their work, Anarka to null the pain, and Gabriel to retain a low profile. Though, Anarka actually took breaks to grieve while Gabriel created Agreste Robotics

And he became sort of a… Mad scientist

To keep Félix safe while also punishing him for Adrien’s death, he figured out a way to alter his hearing and sight late at night, making him see nightmarish versions of the animatronics

… Oh, and Gabriel’s got the blood lust, so… He killed a few more kids in 1985

Donning the old Hawkmoth suit, he lured five children into a back room, one by one. They were Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Chloé Bourgeois, and Lila Rossi, and he stuffed them inside Ladybug, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Queen Bee, and Ladylock

This was dubbed, “The Missing Children Incident”

Gabriel was blamed when security footage caught someone in the suit luring children into the back, but they couldn’t convict him becuase his face had not been shown, and there were no bodies

But Anarka?… She knew the truth. She closed the franchise for two years as this could not happen again. She needed to protect the kids, so… Here’s the solution

Animatronics with facial recognition!

Toy animatronics based on the originals

1987, y’all!

The headlines get Gabriel’s attention, and what does he do? He causes more trouble becuase he was not let in on this new idea! Anarka cut him out of the picture. So, he applies for a job as the day shift security guard

And there, with the old, withered animatronics was, Hawklock Hawkmoth. He killed five more kids, and Anarka was DEVASTATED

Also, uh… The old animatronics are moving somehow?

Oh, and one of the animatronics bit a day shift security guard. We won’t name names… It was Rena.

But while no new pizzerias would open any time soon, it still wasn’t enough for Gabriel. So, he opened Chat Noir’s Pizza World in like… Early 90s or late 80s

Featuring some of the original cast- Hawkmoth, Rena Rouge, and Ladybug, and new characters such as Pigella and Chat Noir (The latter being designed after Adrien)

He made some special alterations in his new robots turning them into kid-kidnapping and killing machines. The problem is that, the day before the grand opening, Félix got close to Chat Noir when Gabriel wasn't looking; and Chat Noir killed him

Gabriel knew he was the one to blame, but he actually blamed Félix for this, believing that he, as the more responsible of the two, should've protected Adrien, and that was his fate

Chat Noir’s Pizza World shut down, blah blah blah, something about a gas leak, and Emille divorced Gabriel and moved in with Amille to help her through the grief

Gabriel was left alone to continue his spree… Also, Chat Noir’s original blue eyes are now green?

It is now 1993. Russia signed the Start II treaty, Beanie Babies go on sale, Federal Agents raid a religious cult in Waco TX, an Earthquake and Tsunami hit Japan, and Gabriel snuck into the Papillon’s Pizzeria and dragged the animatronics into his workshop, wanting to learn their secrets and find out how they moved, and with this, he discovers remnant

He melted the parts down and injected the melted metal into the Funtime Hawkmoth exoskeleton. The coils and wires came to life and moved on its own. Gabriel figured out life itself!

But, the animatronic’s movements were jerky and erratic. He needed to run more tests and searched the pizzeria for more animatronics… Only to run into the ghosts of the children he killed those years ago, all lead by Marinette

He panicked and hid inside Hawklock in order to scare the ghost children away. He was in charge, he had the power, not them!… Then the mechanisms in the suit crushed him

Days later, someone found the wreckage of the animatronics and Hawklock in a puddle of blood, but Gabriel stayed alive

Who came to clean up the mess? Anarka. Gabriel hoped she would help him, but… She just turned and walked away

Let’s talk about Luka. Now, you must be wondering where Gabriel conducted all of his experiments. Why, in his secret bunker of course

Luka, instructed long ago to enter in case Gabriel had a long unexplained absence, found the bunker through a secret elevator

The entrance was some sort of secret backway into the facility, requiring him to crawl through vents to navigate

And there, he found Chat Noir and the Funtime animatronics. But something felt off about Chat Noir. He looked through files and blueprints outlining the features of the animatronics. Luka. Was. Horrified.

Félix’s nightmares, the rumors, it all makes sense now. He had to get them out of there, all of the animatronics. Lead by the voice of Félix, he worked to free all of the souls trapped inside the animatronics… Then he got scooped

The fusion of Chat Noir and the Funtime gang inhabited Luka’s hollowed out body. Over the weeks, he acted as a puppet for the animatronics to hide until they found Gabriel so they could kill him… But Luka’s flesh began to rot and the animatronics forced themselves out of him

Only for Luka to become reanimated because of the remnant injected by the scooper

Anyway, Luka wanted revenge. He applied for the job as the night security guard at the old locations so no one had to see… Or smell him during his shifts

He’d tamper with the animatronics to figure out how they worked, listen to old tapes, and then burn down the pizzeria at the end of the week before moving onto the next

But as he went on, Luka began to hallucinate. He saw phantom versions of the animatronics everywhere, heard Juleka crying, but he tried not to let it faze him. His only goal was to find and kill Gabriel for good

In 2023 (Hey, that’s us) An advertisement played for Papillon Panic, a horror attraction inspired by the awful crimes over the years. It made Luka sick to hear people were trying to profit over his mother’s grief and the deaths of his sister and friends

Still… He applied for a night security job. Gabriel might be there

The guys in charge of the attraction found the old Hawklock suit with Gabriel’s spirit still attached to it. And while Luka was stuck with Gabriel, Tigress was dealing with the spirits of the place to help them finally be put to rest

And after the ghost children we’re finally put to rest… Luka torched the place. It was done… NOT!

Gabriel is a resilient son of a bitch and survived

Fast forward, what’s happening now? Uh… Franchise stuff, legal shit… After Luka applied for a franchise, he found that something was up

Anarka was luring the animatronics all under one roof to finish them off for good. It’s not a restaurant, it’s a final resting place

Everyone was there. Gabriel, Juleka, the robot spaghetti that used Luka like a puppet, and Félix. Luka heeded his mother’s instructions and torched the building… But he stayed. That way, he’ll finally die

It was finally done… Nope. Gabriel’s alive. Lila’s soul continued to haunt Gabriel in what should have been his final moments, and she unintentionally allowed him to keep going so he could trap his consciousness in a Hawklock circuit board… (I think… I’m relying on lore videos)

There, he would wait…

Now let’s move on to the Papillon Mega Pizzaplex! (Built on top of the pizzeria where Gabriel’s rotting corpse still is) The franchise got itself an all new cast with frontman Minotaurox, pizza lover Rooster Bold, badass but secretly insecure CapriKid, and brash but well intentioned Miss Hound

The night security guard is Nathalie Sancoeur, possessed by Gabriel after trying out a vr game where his circuit board is stored, and she killed about nine kids while dressed as her own character, Mayura

Our new protagonist is a young girl named Mylène Haprèle, who stayed behind after hours and hid in the chest cavity of the Minotaurox animatronic, who, unlike the others isn’t a homicidal robot possessed by Gabriel for… Reasons

Is the reason because he’s possessed by Luka? We may never know?

The two fight for their lives to get Mylène out of the Pizzaplex, distracting Rooster Bold with pizza before destroying him and taking his voice box, crashing into CapriKid on the raceway and taking his eyes, and making Miss Hound fall from a great height to steal her hands

Also, she’s gotta get past the overbearing daycare attendant, Reverser, and… Oh yeah! Mayura’s out to kill her

So… That happens

They escape while Gabriel’s reanimated body still in the burnt up Hawklock chases after them, only to be crushed, and they live

The end… I think… Probably

… Yeah. Yes, I’m sure

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb au #fnaf au #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #answered ask #ask me stuff

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sebastienblommephotography · 2 years ago

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Super nova 📷 @sebastien_blomme 🇫🇷 Dans des conditions telles qu'ici, c'est toujours difficile de gérer les lumières. Tout est une histoire de compromis mais tout est également dans l'idée qu'on se fait de l'image finale. Ici, peu m'importe qu'une partie de la photo soit surexposée, je souhaitais vraiment garder du détail sur le papillon et les fleurs et faire ressentir le pouvoir du soleil levant. 🇬🇧 In conditions like here, it's always difficult to manage the lights. Everything is a story of compromise but everything is also in the idea that we have of the final image. Here, I don't care if part of the photo is overexposed, I really wanted to keep the detail on the butterfly and the flowers and make you feel the power of the rising sun. https://ift.tt/aIqDo6u

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 4 years ago

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Pierre Teillard de Chardin

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I'll never forget this story told by Jean Houston at a conference I attended as an MIU student. Very beautiful and moving, worth a read, especially if you're familiar with Teilhard de Chardin and his writings that got him in trouble with the church because he was way too cosmic for them.

"Mr. Tayer," by Jean Houston

When I was about fourteen I was seized by enormous waves of grief over my parents’ breakup. I had read somewhere that running would help dispel anguish, so I began to run to school every day down Park Avenue in New York City. I was a great big overgrown girl (5 feet eleven by the age of eleven) and one day I ran into a rather frail old gentleman in his seventies and knocked the wind out of him. He laughed as I helped him to his feet and asked me in French- accented speech, “Are you planning to run like that for the rest of your life?”

“Yes, sir" I replied. “It looks that way."

“Well, Bon Voyage!” he said.

“Bon Voyage!” I answered and sped on my way.

About a week later I was walking down Park Avenue with my fox terrier, Champ, and again I met the old gentleman.

“Ah." he greeted me, “my friend the runner, and with a fox terrier. I knew one like that years ago in France. Where are you going?"

“Well, sir." I replied, “I’m taking Champ to Central Park."

“I will go with you." he informed me. “I will take my constitutional."

And thereafter, for about a year or so, the old gentleman and I would meet and walk together often several times a week in Central Park. He had a long French name but asked me to call him by the first part of it, which was “Mr. Tayer" as far as I could make out.

The walks were magical and full of delight. Not only did Mr. Tayer seem to have absolutely no self-consciousness, but he was always being seized by wonder and astonishment over the simplest things. He was constantly and literally falling into love. I remember one time when he suddenly fell on his knees, his long Gallic nose raking the ground, and exclaimed to me, “Jeanne, look at the caterpillar. Ahhhh!” I joined him on the ground to see what had evoked so profound a response that he was seized by the essence of caterpillar. “How beautiful it is", he remarked, “this little green being with its wonderful funny little feet. Exquisite! Little furry body, little green feet on the road to metamorphosis." He then regarded me with equal delight. “Jeanne, can you feel yourself to be a caterpillar?”

“Oh yes." I replied with the baleful knowing of a gangly, pimply faced teenager.

“Then think of your own metamorphosis." he suggested. “What will you be when you become a butterfly, une papillon, eh? What is the butterfly of Jeanne?” (What a great question for a fourteen-year-old girl!) His long, gothic, comic-tragic face would nod with wonder. “Eh, Jeanne, look at the clouds! God’s calligraphy in the sky! All that transforming. moving, changing, dissolving, becoming. Jeanne, become a cloud and become all the forms that ever were."

Or there was the time that Mr. Tayer and I leaned into the strong wind that suddenly whipped through Central Park, and he told me, “Jeanne, sniff the wind." I joined him in taking great snorts of wind. “The same wind may once have been sniffed by Jesus Christ (sniff). by Alexander the Great (sniff), by Napoleon (sniff), by Voltaire (sniff), by Marie Antoinette (sniff)!” (There seemed to be a lot of French people in that wind.) “Now sniff this next gust of wind in very deeply for it contains.. . Jeanne d’Arc! Sniff the wind once sniffed by Jeanne dArc. Be filled with the winds of history."

It was wonderful. People of all ages followed us around, laughing—not at us but with us. Old Mr. Tayer was truly diaphanous to every moment and being with him was like being in attendance at God’s own party, a continuous celebration of life and its mysteries. But mostly Mr. Tayer was so full of vital sap and juice that he seemed to flow with everything. Always he saw the interconnections between things—the way that everything in the universe, from fox terriers to tree bark to somebody’s red hat to the mind of God, was related to everything else and was very, very good.

He wasn’t merely a great appreciator, engaged by all his senses. He was truly penetrated by the reality that was yearning for him as much as he was yearning for it. He talked to the trees, to the wind, to the rocks as dear friends, as beloved even. ‘Ah, my friend, the mica schist layer, do you remember when...?” And I would swear that the mica schist would begin to glitter back. I mean, mica schist will do that, but on a cloudy day?! Everything was treated as personal, as sentient, as “thou." And everything that was thou was ensouled with being. and it thou-ed back to him. So when I walked with him, I felt as though a spotlight was following us, bringing radiance and light everywhere. And I was constantly seized by astonishment in the presence of this infinitely beautiful man, who radiated such sweetness, such kindness.

I remember one occasion when he was quietly watching a very old woman watching a young boy play a game. “Madame", he suddenly addressed her. She looked up, surprised that a stranger in Central Park would speak to her. “Madame,” he repeated, “why are you so fascinated by what that little boy is doing?” The old woman was startled by the question, but the kindly face of Mr. Tayer seemed to allay her fears and evoke her memories. “Well, sir,” she replied in an ancient but pensive voice, “the game that boy is playing is like one I played in this park around 1880, only it’s a mite different." We noticed that the boy was listening, so Mr. Tayer promptly included him in the conversation. “Young fellow, would you like to learn the game as it was played so many years ago?”

“Well. . .yeah. sure, why not?” the boy replied. And soon the young boy and the old woman were making friends and sharing old and new variations on the game—as unlikely an incident to occur in Central Park as could be imagined.

But perhaps the most extraordinary thing about Mr. Tayer was the way that he would suddenly look at you. He looked at you with wonder and astonishment joined to unconditional love joined to a whimsical regarding of you as the cluttered house that hides the holy one. I felt myself primed to the depths by such seeing. I felt evolutionary forces wake up in me by such seeing, every cell and thought and potential palpably changed. I was yeasted, greened, awakened by such seeing, and the defeats and denigrations of adolescence redeemed. I would go home and tell my mother, who was a little skeptical about my walking with an old man in the park so often, “Mother, I was with my old man again, and when I am with him, I leave my littleness behind." That deeply moved her. You could not be stuck in littleness and be in the radiant field of Mr. Tayer.

The last time that I ever saw him was the Thursday before Easter Sunday, 1955. I brought him the shell of a snail. “Ah. Escargot." he exclaimed and then proceeded to wax ecstatic for the better part of an hour. Snail shells, and galaxies, and the convolutions in the brain, the whorl of flowers and the meanderings of rivers were taken up into a great hymn to the spiralling evolution of spirit and matter. When he had finished, his voice dropped, and he whispered almost in prayer, “Omega ...omega. . .omega.." Finally he looked up and said to me quietly, "Au revoir, Jeanne”.

“Au revoir, Mr. Tayer,” I replied, “I’ll meet you at the same time next Tuesday."

For some reason. Champ, my fox terrier didn’t want to budge, and when I pulled him along, he whimpered, looking back at Mr.Tayer, his tail between his legs. The following Tuesday I was there waiting where we always met at the corner of Park Avenue and 83rd Street. He didn’t come. The following Thursday I waited again. Still he didn’t come. The dog looked up at me sadly. For the next eight weeks I continued to wait, but he never came again. It turned out that he had suddenly died that Easter Sunday but I didn’t find that out for years.

Some years later, someone handed me a book without a cover which was titled The Phenomenon of Man. As I read the book I found it strangely familiar in its concepts. Occasional words and expressions loomed up as echoes from my past. When, later in the book, I came across the concept of the “Omega point." I was certain. I asked to see the jacket of the book, looked at the author’s picture, and, of course, recognized him immediately. There was no forgetting or mistaking that face. Mr. Tayer was Teilhard de Chardin, the great priest-scientist, poet and mystic, and during that lovely and luminous year I had been meeting him out side the Jesuit rectory of St. Ignatius where he was living most of the time.

I have often wondered if it was my simplicity and innocence that allowed the fullness of Teilhard’s being to be revealed. To me he was never the great priest-paleontologist Pere Teilhard. He was old Mr. Tayer. Why did he always come and walk with me every Tuesday and Thursday, even though I’m sure he had better things to do? Was it that in seeing me so completely, he himself could be completely seen at a time when his writings, his work, were proscribed by the Church, when he was not permitted to teach, or even to talk about his ideas? As I later found out, he was undergoing at that time the most excruciating agony that there is—the agony of utter disempowerment and psychological crucifixion. And yet to me he was always so present—whimsical, engaging, empowering. How could that be?

I think it was because Teilhard had what few Church officials did—the power and grace of the Love that passes all understanding. He could write about love being the evolutionary force, the Omega point, that lures the world and ourselves into becoming, because he experienced that love in a piece of rock, in the wag of a dog’s tail, in the eyes of a child. He was so in love with everything that he talked in great particularity, even to me as an adolescent, about the desire atoms have for each other, the yearning of molecules, of organisms, of bodies, of planets, of galaxies, all of creation longing for that radiant bonding, for joining, for the deepening of their condition, for becoming more by virtue of yearning for and finding the other. He knew about the search for the Beloved. His model was Christ. For Teilhard de Chardin, Christ was the Beloved of the soul.

Years later, while addressing some Jesuits, a very old Jesuit came up to me. He was a friend of Teilhard’s—and he told me how Teilhard used to talk of his encounters in the Park with a girl called Jeanne.

Jean Houston

Pomona, New York

March, 1988

#story #Jean Houston #Pierre de Chardin #people #spirit buddies #spiritual direction #quotes #Teilhard de Chardin #theology

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mikauzoran · 4 years ago

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Lady Noir/Marichat/ Adrienette/Adrichat: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: Kiss Forty-Nine

Read it on AO3: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: ...out of necessity.

“Let’s get this over with quickly,” Ladybug grumbled as she landed beside Chat Noir on the upper gallery overlooking Le Grand Paris’s ballroom where a young man who had been in attendance at the New Year’s Eve party had been akumatized because he was upset that he didn’t have anyone to kiss at midnight and was now terrorizing the other guests, shooting them with beams that, when they hit their target, made them partner up and kiss.

“Someone’s in a crumby mood,” Chat chuckled teasingly, raising an eyebrow at his partner. “What’s up?”

“This akuma attack is interrupting a hot date,” she hissed, scanning the supervillain for clues, trying to ascertain a weakness. The wand with a heart at the tip was an obvious candidate for the akuma’s object.

“Tell me about it,” Chat sighed.

Up until the screams had started, he had been enjoying a lovely evening of flirting with Adrien and Marinette and admiring his girlfriend’s latest design in action. Marinette looked like a movie star in her red evening gown with its halter-style top and myriad straps crisscrossing over her otherwise bare back. The slit up the side was just enough to show off her toned legs while still keeping within the bounds of modesty.

“Are you and your…uh…partners doing anything for New Year’s Eve?” Ladybug inquired politely, if not a tad awkwardly.

Chat nodded. “We were actually at this party, so I’m kind of worried.”

“Marinette and Adrien will be okay,” Ladybug replied encouragingly. “They’re more than capable of taking care of themselves.”

“That’s not really the problem,” Chat muttered ruefully. “They have a bit of a thing about playing hero and getting themselves in trouble.”

Ladybug winced. “Oh. Yeah. I guess that would be problematic. Well, let’s get this taken care of before your people have a chance to do anything altruistic.”

“Sounds good to me,” Chat agreed. “What’s the plan?”

“Lucky Charm!” she called out and got a sprig of mistletoe for her trouble.

She pursed her lips, brow furrowing as she inspected the object intently. “What the heck, Tikki?”

“Maybe if we get closer, you’ll see something you can use it with?” he suggested, not sounding all that sure.

She shrugged, willing to give it a try in the absence of other viable options. “We’ll have to be stealthy, though. Those beams he shoots are kind of wide, so I think they’d be a little challenging to dodge. Best to fly under his radar.”

With a nod of accord, they hopped over the side of the railing when Matchmaker’s back was turned, landing softly before scurrying to hide behind one of the pillars holding up the upstairs gallery.

Ladybug sighed in frustration as she surveyed the open area between them and the akuma. If they attempted a charge, they’d be defenseless with nowhere to take cover.

She could send Chat in first as a decoy and let him possibly take a hit while she snuck up on Matchmaker and grabbed the wand, but…the thought of potentially sacrificing him made her feel sick to her stomach.

“How are we going to get close enough without getting hit?” she muttered to herself, desperately searching for something to use with the mistletoe she’d gotten as her Lucky Charm.

Chat’s eyes fell on the mistletoe, and he came up with a stupid idea that just might work. “What if he thinks we’ve already been hit?”

Her brow knit in confusion as her lips parted to ask what he meant.

“He’d have no reason to hit us again if he thought we’d already been hit,” he clarified excitedly. “Maybe we could trick him into letting his guard down by making him think that we’re defenseless.”

She blinked, eyes still narrowed, not getting it. “How are we going to do that?”

“Trust me,” he entreated, taking her hand and tugging her out into the open.

“Chat Noir!” she hissed, eyes wide in panic.

“Keep your eyes open and keep my body between you and him,” he instructed before crushing his lips to hers.

She gave a jolt, startled and confused for a moment before the familiar feeling of his mouth gently moving against hers gradually calmed her down. Slowly, she began to kiss back.

“Ha!” Matchmaker crowed when he spotted them nearly a minute later. “Even Ladybug and Chat Noir have succumbed to my power! Now everyone will have someone to kiss at midnight and no one will ever have to feel lonely or inadequate ever again!”

Chat had positioned them with his back to the akuma so that even as they kissed, Ladybug had a line of vision on Matchmaker.

She watched as the telltale magenta butterfly outline glowed around Matchmaker’s eyes as Papillon gave instructions to his minion—instructions that Matchmaker seemed not to like.

“But I haven’t found a partner for everyone yet, and midnight is only an hour away!” the akuma whined indignantly.

The butterfly outline pulsed as Papillon retorted.

It occurred to Ladybug that now might be a good time to sneak up on Matchmaker while he was distracted, but the way Chat Noir was teasing her bottom lip between his teeth was very preoccupying.

“Fine,” Matchmaker snorted, his attention returning to the snogging superheroes. “I’ll take their Miraculouses now while they’re defenseless, but you’re not getting them until I make sure that everyone has someone to kiss.”

Matchmaker advanced, and it took a little effort for Ladybug to pry her attention away from Chat’s wickedly delightful mouth. She eventually succeeded, but it was a true test of her willpower.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Matchmaker sighed, “but I need to take your jewelry before Papillon takes away my powers. You can go back to making out once I have your Miraculouses.”

As soon as Matchmaker was within range, Ladybug pulled back, and Chat ducked out of the way so she’d have a clear shot at his wand with her yoyo.

In the blink of an eye, she was snapping the wand in half, purifying the akuma, and tossing her Lucky Charm in the air to activate the magical ladybird swarm.

She turned to her partner for their customary fist bump only to find him blushing and sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes.

“Sorry,” he muttered, feeling her gaze on him hot like tongues of fire. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that without your permission, even if it was to defeat an akuma. I wasn’t thinking, and I’m sorry, Ladybug.”

“Hey,” she called softly, reaching out to rest a supportive hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. It was a good idea, and it worked, so… Don’t worry, Chat Noir. I’ve kissed you before in an akuma emergency, so it’s not like it’s something I wasn’t willing to do. It would have been nice if you’d warned me first, but it’s fine. Seriously. We’re good.”

He tentatively looked up at her then, a hopeful smile waiting in the corners of his lips to come out. “Yeah?”

She nodded, assuring, “Of course. …Um…I mean…so long as you feel like we’re good.” Her face started to burn as she remembered how she’d practically attacked him with her enthusiasm. “I’m sorry I kind of got a little carried away with the kissing,” she chuckled awkwardly, trying not to make things weird. “I know you’re one hundred percent faithful to your partners, so I didn’t get the wrong idea or anything. I hope I didn’t give you the wrong idea. I probably shouldn’t have been so…uh…into it.”

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze any longer as she internally died of embarrassment. She wanted to melt into a puddle and seep into the floor in order to escape this mortifying situation.

“No worries, Buguinette.” Chat gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “We’re good so long as we both understand that tonight was a one-time deal and don’t let it get in the way of our friendship.”

He held up his fist, offering it to her. “Bien joué?”

Slowly, she looked up, taking in his patient smile.

Suddenly, the embarrassment left her, and she knew she hadn’t ruined their partnership.

“Bien joué,” she confirmed, smiling wide as she tapped her fist against his.

Her earrings gave a telltale beep, bringing them both back into awareness of their surroundings.

“Well. Looks like I need to jet before I turn back into a pumpkin,” she chuckled, fighting a grimace at the fact that her Miraculous still ran on a five-minute timer after all this time. “Have a nice rest of your evening with Marinette and Adrien. Tell them I say hi.”

“Will do.” He grinned as he gave her a salute. “Good luck with your hot date.”

About fifteen minutes later (after giving Plagg and Trixx a quick break to recharge), Adrien and Chat Noir found Marinette leaning on the gallery’s railing, gazing down at the crowd milling on the dancefloor below.

“There you are,” Adrien sighed in relief, running over to his girlfriend and pulling her into a tight hug.

“We were worried, Princess,” Chat informed, letting the doppelgänger have a minute before he cut in to take a turn hugging Marinette. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied tiredly, slumping into his hold. “I found a hiding spot and stayed put until it was all over, so nothing to report on my end. Are you two okay?”

Adrien and Chat both nodded.

“I hid out in the coat check with a guy who was convinced he was the next Jagged Stone,” Adrien invented of his own volition, further cementing Chat’s hypothesis that in creating the Adrien doppelgänger he had accidentally tapped into some dark, eldritch power which allowed a wondering soul trapped on the earthly plane to inhabit the Mirage whenever Chat summoned him into being.

Because there were times when the Mirage did and said things that Chat definitely hadn’t instructed or intended, and sometimes he got the feeling like there was a real person in there and not just a projection of his own consciousness.

…At least he seemed to be a friendly, benign wondering soul with a sharp sense of humor. He just said some bizarre things from time to time, but Chat couldn’t fault him for that.

“Was he the next Jagged Stone?” Marinette giggled, already guessing the answer.

“He most certainly was not,” Adrien laughed. “But he was really funny, so it made for an interesting akuma attack experience.”

And then Adrien turned to Chat Noir, eying him knowingly. “How was your akuma attack experience, Nyan-chan?”

Chat mentally recanted the “benign” part. This was definitely an evil spirit he was dealing with.

“Interesting,” Chat allowed, trying to play it off as totally not a big deal. “I ended up kissing Ladybug.”

Adrien gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “You what?!”

Marinette’s eyes widened, surprised that Chat Noir was so forthcoming about it.

Adrien turned to Marinette, feigning hurt. “Are you hearing this? He’s finally leaving us for a superhero.”

“I’m not leaving you, Bishi,” Chat sighed, shaking his head at the double’s theatrics.

Was he always like this when he was Adrien? Marinette didn’t seem to think that Adrien was acting out of character.

“So you’re just cheating on us, then?” Adrien snorted.

“Adrien, it wasn’t a big deal,” Chat coaxed in an attempt to calm his other self down. “It wasn’t even a real kiss. It was a fake-out make-out.”

Marinette quirked an eyebrow. “A what?”

Chat and Adrien stared at her for a beat and then turned to one another to share a meaningful look.

“We’ll make her watch Danny Phantom later,” Adrien decreed, and Chat nodded resolutely in agreement.

“For her own good,” Chat added solemnly.

“Because we’re good boyfriends,” Adrien assured. “Except for some of us who apparently make out with Ladybug?”

“It was a rouse,” Chat explained, rolling his eyes. “The akuma was making everyone kiss, and the attacks would have been really hard to evade. I kissed her because I thought it would make the akuma lower his guard because he would think he already got us. It worked, and now you two are safe and fewer civilians got forced into making out with people against their will. I’m sorry, but it was a good plan.”

“Minou, it’s okay,” Marinette assured, stepping in and resting a hand on his shoulder. She turned to look at Adrien. “It’s okay.”

Slowly, Adrien began to nod. “I guess…if it was an akum kiss, it doesn’t count.”

Marinette nodded, turning back to Chat Noir. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Good job keeping Paris safe.”

Chat’s expression softened as a small smile slowly spread across his lips. “Thanks. …But you know I chose you, right?”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“I chose you, Marinette, because with or without a Miraculous, you’re a true hero and the bravest, most amazing person I know. Never doubt that I’d choose you again and again, given the chance.” His voice lowered as he confessed, “I want to keep choosing you every day for the rest of my life.”

There had been a few minutes earlier as she leaned against the railing and waited for him to find her again after the akuma battle when she had reflected on the kiss between Chat Noir and Ladybug and wondered about his feelings for her.

He’d really been kissing Ladybug just like he kissed Marinette, and she’d wondered what that meant, so hearing his earnest reassurances that she was the one he wanted to spend his life with cleared away her doubts.

She surged forward, catching his lips in a quick kiss, pulling away before anyone could see.

“I believe you,” she assured. “…And I like the sound of a future where we both keep picking one another every day.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, unable to contain a wide grin.

She nodded, beaming back at him. “Yeah…. Would you want to head back to the bakery? I kind of feel up for snuggling…and maybe watching Danny Phantom?”

She looked back and forth between Chat and Adrien.

“Sounds good,” Chat confirmed easily.

“I’m in,” Adrien agreed, “but, earlier, Chat Noir said that he thought you were amazing with our without a Miraculous. When did Marinette have a Miraculous?”

“I wish I had pictures of Multimouse,” Chat sighed, giving Adrien’s hair a playful tussle. “You would love her. Two words: twin buns.”

Adrien’s jaw dropped, and he whipped his head around to gape at Marinette. “Could you maybe wear your hair like that just for fun sometime?”

Marinette arched an eyebrow, an amused smirk twisting up the corners of her lips. “You have a thing for twin buns?”

Adrien looked away, blushing as he gave a nonchalant shrug and quickly changed the subject, “So, now that two-thirds of our members have kissed Ladybug, I guess we need to update the rules of our polycule to include that we each get one freebie kiss with Ladybug?”

Marinette gave a surprised snort of laughter, taken aback. “No thanks. As the only one who hasn’t kissed or gotten kissed by Ladybug, I don’t think it’s necessary to update the rules for my sake. I’m good.”

“Really?” Chat waggled his eyebrows. “Don’t you want to kiss Ladybug, Marinette?”

“Nope,” she chuckled.

“You’re not even a little tempted?” Adrien teased.

She shook her head, rolling her eyes fondly. “No, I am seriously good. My boys are enough for me.”

“Aww,” Chat cooed.

“That’s sweet,” Adrien completed.

“Come on,” Marinette giggle-snorted. “Let’s head back to my place so we can all three kiss away from prying eyes at midnight. We’ve only got about thirty minutes.”

“She drives a hard bargain,” Chat snickered, turning to lead the way.

Adrien, as Marinette’s official date, held out his arm to her with a smile. “Shall we?”

She nodded. “Let’s.”

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Have Courage and Be Kind.

Request: Are you taking requests? Coz if you are could you do one AU where it's basically the plot of Cinderella (2015) I just love that movie so much and that ballroom scene is a dream of mine💗 thank youuu

A/N: This one is sooooooooooooooooo long! It’s insane and it took an entire afternoon to make! I hope you like it as much as I do! Thank you for making me watch the movie! It was amazing!!!

Warnings: family death, angst

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Since the day you were born your father had used no other word than “Beautiful” to describe you. He always said you took after your mother. And your mother always agreed.

You remember running around in the garden as a child, feeding all the animals and talking to them.

“Do you still believe that animals listen to you?”, your mother asked with an amused look.

“Well, of course mother! You said so yourself!”, you answered with a smile and gave Gus Gus, the biggest mouse that was always hungry, a little corn piece.

“Mhm, we look after them. Maybe one time in the future they’ll help us in the most helpless situations.”, she smiled.

“If we take care of the animals, who takes care of us?”, you asked with a curious look on your face.

“Fairy godmothers, of course!”, your mother answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You heard hooves against the gravel and turned around excitedly.

“Y/N! I’m home!”, you heard your father shout.

“Father!”, you ran up to the carriage and watched as your father stepped out.

“How have you been, my angel?”, he smiled.

“I’ve missed you!”, you pouted.

“Can I make it up to you?”, he asked and pulled out a box from behind his back. You took it in your small hands and looked back up at him.

“What is it?”, you grinned.

“Open it, you’ll see.”

You opened the tiny green box and a paper butterfly popped up. A giggle escaped your lips as you closer inspected the butterfly.

“Do you know what they call this in french? Un papillon.”, you father said with a big smile.

“Un papillon...”, you smiled up at him.

“That’s right! Now come on, dance with me my little princess!”, he said and you followed suit.

A couple years later your mother fell ill. You walked into the room where your mother was laying. The doctor had just diagnosed her, there was nothing he could do.

“Mother...”, you cried as you came closer.

“I need to tell you a secret, my darling.”, she said weakly and you nodded, “No matter what, have courage and be kind. Y/N, you have as much kindness in your pinky finger as one person has in their entire body. You have immense power with just that.” You nodded your head and tried to not let the tears fall from your eyes.

“Now, Y/N, I need to go soon. I don’t want to but I have to. Can you promise me you’ll have courage and be kind, my princess?”, your mother had tears in her eyes as she asked you this simple request.

“I promise...”, you said before collapsing against her chest, “I love you...”, you muttered.

“I love you too, my darling...”, she said as you felt your father wrap his arms around you both.

Many years after your mothers death you had grown into a woman. You weren’t the little girl crying by her mothers bedside anymore but you still kept your promise to her. Have courage and be kind.

One day after reading a book to your father, he turned to you nervously.

“Y/N... I... I need to tell you something. I know it’ll be hard for you but... there’s this woman. She’s recently been widowed and I...”

“You want to take her in?”, you continued his sentance.

“Uh... yes. I can make her life better, I can bring her...”

“Happiness.”

“Yes! Happiness! It’ll be like a new chapter in our book, Y/N my darling. She’ll be your step-mother.”, he said and calmed down when he saw your smile.

“Of course, father. Whatever makes you happy.”, you smiled.

And so the day came where your new step-mother were to come. Both you and your father were standing by the door, waiting for the widow and her two daughters, Drisella and Anastasia. The widow’s name was Lady Tremaine and even though she had gone through so much grief, she wore it awfully well.

“Welcome!”, your father said and helped the women out of the carriage.

“Wow, your hair is amazing!”, Drisella told you.

“You should style it.”, Anastasia continued.

“Oh, thank you... I can show you around if you like!”, you smiled kindly.

“What does she mean?”, Drisella asked Anastasia as if you weren’t there right in front of them.

“I think she wants to show us around her farmhouse.”, Anastasia cackled.

“Do you think they have animals inside?”, Drisella snorted back.

You showed nothing but kindness to them, despite the way they acted and so did your father.

Your new step-mom was eager to bring life to the house again, throwing parties ever so often. You weren’t very fond of these parties so you went into another room and tried to calm down. That’s were you found your little mouse friends.

“Hello Jaques, Gus... and Mary too! How have you been?”, you smiled kindly down to your tiny friends. That’s when you heard a hiss behind you.

“Oh... hi Lucifer...”, you said to the black fluffy cat, “Come on now, these are my guests and we do not eat house guests.”, you said and lifted up Lucifer and pushed him up the stairs.

“Cat food should be enough for you.”

When you looked back at the mice it was almost like they were trying to thank you with their beety little eyes.

“No problem, we have to look out for each other.”, you smiled and walked into your father’s office.

“You’re missing out on the party.”, you joked as you walked in.

“I couldn’t care less.”, he chuckled in response, “I’m leaving in the morning.”

“You’re leaving? But you’ve only just come back!”, you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“I know, Y/N...”, he stood up, “Just promise me you’ll treat Lady Tremaine and her daughters with kindness, okay? Just like your mother told you.” You were quiet for a while.

“Do you miss mother?”, you asked suddenly.

“With all of my heart... but you have to remember that she’s still here. Even if you can’t see her, she’s here watching over you.”, he smiled, “Now, what do you want me to get you while I’m gone. Your step-sisters wanted lace and parasols.”

“Give me the first branch that touches your shoulder.”, you smiled.

“That’s a strange request.”

“Let it remind you of me evertime you look at it... and when you come home, you’ll be with it. And that’s all I really want, for you to be home...”, you cried and your father embraced you.

Once your father went away your new family became very cold, but you kept your promise and treated them with kindness. You helped around in the kitchen, in the garden, really anywhere you could help out.

But then came the news. You waited eagerly for this weeks letter from your father. But instead one of the worker came up to you.

“I have some bad news...”, he said, “Your father... he became ill on the trip and he has... he has passed away. He wanted me to give you this.”, the worker held out a branch to you.

“Where’s my lace?”, Drisella asked.

“And where are my parasols?”, Anastasia questioned.

“Can’t you see that that’s unimportant?”, your step-mother answered them, “How are we going to support ourselves?”

Your step-mother took you aside one day to talk in the livingroom.

“Y/N, darling.”, she said with a condecending voice, “Drisella and Anastasia are getting so cramped in their shared room.”

You watched as the two sisters walked by, screaming at each other.

“They, can have my room. It’s the biggest besides yours and father’s.”, you smiled, “And then I could stay in-”

“The attic! What a wonderful idea.”, She smiled.

“The attic?”, you asked to see if she was being serious.

“Yes. The attic. Then you can bring all of your fathers... decorations with you.”, she looked at the many things that your father had taken with him from his trips.

“Of course, step-mother.”, you said softly.

“Oh, there’s no need to call me that. Madame, will be fine.”, she grinned.

You moved a couple things of your father’s up to the attic that was high up in the stone tower.

“This isn’t so bad...”, you sighed as you put down your things, “Atleast I’ll get to be alone.”

You pulled out a bed and put a blanket over it. Then you tried to pull up a chair but heard squeals when you lifted it. It was the mice!

“Is this where you guys have been hiding?”, you asked with a giggle and the mice let out happy peeps.

“Then I guess I won’t be so lonely after all!”, you smiled.

Your step-mother fired all of the servants to save money. Even though you were pretty sure you had enough to support everyone. They made you do the dirty work instead, told you that it would take your mind off of the grief you were dealing with.

You did as they said and showed nothing but kindness to them. Sometimes it would be too cold to sleep in the windy attic so you’d sleep by the fire place to keep yourself warm.

The next morning when you woke up, it was because your step-mother walked in.

“Why isn’t breakfast ready yet?”, she asked with a stern voice.

“It is, I was just tending to the fire...”, you lied and got breakfast ready at their table.

“What’s that on your face?”, Anastasia asked as she inspected you.

“I think it’s ash!”, Drisella cackled as she sat down, “You’ll give us cinder if you keep looking like that.

“Ooh! I have a new nickname for you then!”, Anastasia grinned as she sat down next to her sister, “Cinderchild!”

“No that doesn’t sound good...”, Drisella answered as you put down your own plate, “Cinderella sounds better!”

“Whose that for?”, your step-mother asked.

“It’s for me...”, you answered.

“Oh no, you don’t have time for that right now. You can’t make breakfast, clen and have time to eat with us, Y/N! Or should I say... Cinderella?”, she looked at Drisella with a grin.

You took your plate and walked out of the room. Your eyes found your reflection in a copper plate and you saw how the ash was scattered around your face.

You snatched a towel to yourself and dried your face off before you went out to the stable and grabbed a horse.

You didn’t need a saddle or anything, you just started riding away from the house. Into the beautiful forest that surrounded it.

“Woah, woah!”, you said as your horse stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a large deer. The antlers were so big he looked like a tree.

The deer lowered his head to you, looking as if he was going to attack.

“Hey...”, you said calmly, “It’s alright I won’t hurt you.”

Suddenly you heard other horses and mens voices shouting. They were hunting...

“Go! Go on! Run away before they catch you!”, you hissed at the deer and as you looked into it’s eyes, it was like it thanked you before running off.

With that your horse started running away too, completely out of your control.

“Calm down!”, you tried to steady him but it didn’t work, he only went faster.

“Are you okay miss!?”, you heard a man shout behind you.

You couldn’t seem to answer but eventually the man made it up next to you and calmed your horse down.

“Are you alright?”, he asked, his curls messy on the top of his head. His brown eyes gazed deep into yours and were full of worry.

“I could’ve handled that...”, you said with a deep breath.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself?”, he said calmly.

“I’m not by myself. I’m with you now, aren’t I?”, you grinned.

“What do they call you?”, he asked with a curious smile playing on his lips.

“That doesn’t concern you, sir.”, you said, “What about you? What’s your name?”

“You really don’t know who I am?”, he asked and you shook your head no, “I’m-... I’m Shawn.”

“Shawn? And where does Shawn live?”, you smiled.

“In the palace, I... work there.”

“Oh, so you’re an apprentice? I am too.”, you smiled.

“You could say that...”

“Do they treat you well?”, you asked, just to see if every apprentice gets treated like dirt under ones shoe.

“They treat me too good then I deserve, in my opinion.”, Shawn chuckled, “Do they treat you well?”

“... a good as they can, I suppose.”, you said softly.

“Oh, I’m sorry...”

“It’s not your doing.”, you answered quickly.

“Not yours either, I bet.”, he smiled sadly.

“It’s not so bad... others have it worse, I’m sure.”, you said and watched as his smile grew wider, “You must simply have courage and be kind, musn’t we?”

“Yes... you’re right.”, he grinned brightly, “That’s exactly how I feel.”

That’s when you heard the hunting sirens.

“Can you promise me not to kill the deer?!”, you asked hopefully.

“... we’re hunting. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”, he said.

“Just because it’s what you’re supposed to do doesn’t mean you should do it!”, you pleaded.

“... right again.”, he chuckled ever so slightly.

“Then... you’ll leave him alone, won’t you?”, you sighed, content.

“I will...”, he promised.

“Thank you very much... Mr. Shawn.”, you giggled quietly.

“Ah, there you are Your High-”, two men on beautiful horses rode by.

“It’s Shawn! Shawn! I’m Shawn”, he shouted nervously, “I’m on my way!”

“Well we better get a move on... Mr. Shawn.”, they laughed.

“As I said, on my way!”, he said to them but didn’t break his eyecontact with you.

You let out a chuckle and watched as he slowly made his way over to them, still not breaking eye contact.

“I hope to see you again, miss.”, he said.

“And I you.”, you nodded.

He smiled before finally riding away. You could hear his laughter as the horse took him further and further away from you. It sounded like bells to your ears. Your bottom lip slipped in between your teeth to hide the smile that was growing on your face.

“C’mon...”, you said to your horse and made your way home.

At the castle Shawn went directly to his father.

“You speak as if you are the first to ever meet a pretty girl!”, he laughed.

“She wasn’t a pretty girl! Well, she was a pretty girl but there was so much more to her!”, Shawn debated.

“How much more? You’ve only met her once!”, his father chuckled as the doctor kept checking him.

“You told me you knew right away when you met mother!”, he explained.

“Yes, but that was different! She was a princess!”

“You would’ve loved her anyway...”, Shawn muttered.

“I would’ve never seen her, because it wouldn’t be appropriate!”, he sighed, “And my father would’ve told you what I’m telling you! And I would’ve listened!”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“Yes I would!”

“You wouldn’t!”

“I would!”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“You’re right...”, he admitted.

There was a pause as the doctor stopped checking on Shawn’s father.

“Well, how is he?”

“Your Majesty...” the doctor started.

“Never mind.”, the king said, “It doesn’t take that long to say it, I already know.”

“Father...”, Shawn sighed.

“Come on, we’ll be late.”, he sat up, “The punctuallity is the-”

“Politeness of princes.”, Shawn continued with a smile.

Shawn walked into the painting room as his father talked with the artist and the other men who were going to “help him” find a princess for him to marry.

“If I were to marry, why can’t I just marry a simple country girl?”, he asked hopefully.

“These are dangerous times and we need to conect our kingdoms.”, his father answered.

“Well, if so can I make a suggestion?”, Shawn started and everyone nodded, “Don’t only invite the noble to the bal. The war has put the people through grief, we should try to make them happier.”

“Would that please the people?”, his father turned to the other men.

“It’s beyond me, Your Majesty. But, I wouldn’t say no to it.”, the man chuckled a bit, “I wouldn’t mind a bit of a jolly!”

“Then we’ve made a bargain. A bal for the people. And a princess for the Prince.”, another man said.

“Sounds like a step in the right direction if you ask me...”, the painter muttered under his breath.

“We didn’t ask you.”, the King answered.

“Right, sorry.”

Instead of riding home you decided to make your way to the town. There you found one of your fathers old workers.

“You don’t look very well, miss.”, she said with a worried expression, “Why do you stay there when they treat you so bad?”

“Because I made my mother and father a promise. To cheerish the place we were so happy in.”, you sighed, “They loved our house and... now that they’re gone I love it for them. It’s my home.”

“Hear ye! Hear ye!”, a man in silly royal clothes shouted, “In two weeks from now there shall be held a royal bal! At this ball the prince shall choose a bride!”

You smiled at your friend and she smiled back before looking back at the announcer.

“Further more! On the prince’s command every maiden in the kingdom, royal or not, shall attend! Such is the command of our most noble King!”

You immidietly went home to tell your step-sisters.

“What?”, Lady Tremaine shouted, “A bal!?”

“Can you imagine me as a princess?”, Driselle gasped.

“Oh Lord!”, Anastasia cheered.

“Listen up girls, one of you will have to win the heart of the prince so that we can pay off our depts once and for all! Cinderella!”, Lady Treamine shouted.

“Yes, Madame?”, you asked carefully.

“Go to town. Ask the seemstress for three gowns, right now!”, she smiled, of course not because of you.

“That’s very kind of you.”, your hope grew.

“What do you mean?”

“To get a dress for me-”

“Oh, mother, she thinks the dresses are for her!”, Driselle and Anastasia cackled.

“Oh no, Cinderella. I want you to get three dresses. One for Driselle, one for Anastasia and one for me. Go on now!”

Shawn was in the middle of practice when the thought of you being at the bal caught him off guard again. The captainst sword was now against his neck.

“You’re getting slow, Shawn.”, the captain chuckled.

“I’m sorry...”, he said as they made their way through the other knights training, “It’s just this girl...”

“You speak so highly of her... do you think she has a sister?”, the aptain nudged Shawn in the sighed.

“I don’t know... I don’t know anything about her!”, he sighed, a smile painted on the lips from the thought of her, “What am I going to do if I see her tonight?”

“Tell her that you’re a prince and make her your bride. You’re a prince, you can have any bride you want.”, he chuckled once again.

“Tell that to my father...”, Shawn stifled a laugh.

The dresses had finally been made in those two short weeks and you were helping your step-sisters put them on.

They were chatting as you tried your best to help them put it on. The only thing you could think was how sorry you were for them. They were truly rotten from inside and out.

Once you finished helping them put on their hideous dresses you walked up to the attic where your dress was. You had made it yourself, with a bit of help from the mice that is.

It was so close to done, you just had to put some extra detail onto it.

You heard Lady Treamine gush over her daughters down stairs and you rolled your eyes.

“You look so beautiful! One of you might just snatch the prince!”, she laughed, “No one in the kingdom could out-shine you.”

You walked down the stairs with your newly sewn dress on and coughed to get their attention.

“Cinderella?”

“It cost you nothing!”, you explained quickly, “It was my mother’s old dress, I fixed it up myself.”, you smiled.

“... after all I’ve done-”

“I don’t want to ruin anything! I don’t even want to meet the prince!”, you pleaded.

“Oh you won’t! Because there’s no way you’re going.”, Tremaine said.

“But all of the maidens of the land are invited...”, you tried, “By order of the King.”

“It’s the king that I’m thinking of. It’d be such a shame on us if we took you to the palace dressed in these rags.”

“Rags? This was my mother’s dress...”

“Then your mother’s taste was certainly questionable.”, Driselle and Anastasia giggled.

“It’s so old fashion it’s practially falling to pieces.”, Tremaine said and ripped the shoulder, “The shoulder’s fallen off!”, she gasped.

They started ripping apart your hard work, into nothing but rags on your body.

“... how could you?”, it came out as a whisper.

“How could I not? I can’t let my daughters be seen with you.”, the horrible woman laughed in your face, “I can’t let them see a servant girl with my daughters! Because that is what you are, and will always be!”

Before you could say another word she cut you off.

“Mark my words! Don’t you dare go to the ball!”, she hissed at you, much like her cat always did.

And so they went off in the carriage, leaving you alone to cry in the house. You ran out to the well, trying to stop them but to no avail. You collapsed there and cried.

“I’m sorry mother!”, you cried, “I’m sorry! I said I’d have courage but I don’t! Not anymore... I don’t believe anymore!”

You ran as fast as you could in your rags, into the garden the only safe space you knew.

“Excuse me miss...”, an old woman appeared, “Can you give me just a little crust of bread, or even a cup of milk?”

“Oh... yes... yeas of course, I’ll try to find something...”, you dried you tears.

The lady watched as you looked around.

“Why are you crying?”, she broke the silence.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”, you smiled the best you could and poured her a cup of milk.

“Nothing? Nothing... what is a bowl of milk? Nothing...”, she grumbled, “But kindness makes it everything.”

You watched as she drank the milk, a little of it sippered out. She downed it so quickly you had no time to think. The lady burped and you tried to stifle your giggle.

“Now, I don’t mean to hurry you. But you really don’t have long, Y/N.”, she said carelessly.

“What? How do you know me..? Who are you?”, your breathing got heavier.

“I who thought you would’ve worked that out.”, she laughed, “I’m your fairy godmother!”

“You can’t be...”, you smiled, “It’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“They don’t exist? They’re just a fairytale for young children.”, you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Didn’t your own mother believe in them? Don’t say no, ‘cause I heard her.”

“You heard her...”, all the air seemed to leave your lungs.

“Fiddle faddle, fiddle faddle... alright, first things first.”, the lady stood up and walked over to you, “Let me slip into something more comfortable.”

She threw the staff that was keeping her standing in the air. You watched as it glowed, spreading glittery dust across the garden. A gasp escaped your lips at the sight of it.

The staff transformed into glass and silver and as soon as the lady caught it, her hideous looks turned into something so beautiful you’d never seen before. She looked ethereal. Her rags turned into a beautiful light blue dress and her gray thin hair was now beautifully styled in a blond bob.

“That’s better!”, she sighed, “Now, where was I?”

“How did you..?”

“Oh right, what we need is something that will do as a carriage...”, she looked around the garden.

“How about that thing?”, you pointed to a wooden plank.

“Doesn’t really say carriage, does it?”, she looked at you with a smile, “I’m feeling vegtebles... do you have a pumpkin?”

“Yes, they’re over here...”, you led her over to the pumpkins you had grown.

She took the biggest pumpkin she could find and carried it out to the garden. There she placed it and made it grow atleast ten times bigger. You watched in awe as she swung her wand around.

Suddenly it exploded, turning into a golden carrige. Your mouth hung open in amazement.

“There, one carriage.”, she sighed, “Now where are those mice?”

She pointed her want at your tiny friends and you watched them transform from grey mice into big white horses.

“Now, you need someone to drive the carrige... hello lovely lizards! Bibbity boppity boop!”, she pointed her wand towards two lizards that were running around.

They turned into real men, with royal clothing. Their skin was slightly green but they were fine never the less.

“I need that coachman...”

“Coahman?”

“Did I say that? I meant goose!”, she pointed her wand towards the goose and transformed him into a chubby little fellow.

“I can’t drive, I’m a goose!”, was the only thing he said.

“Come on now! We don’t want to be late!”, she ran out of the garden and got everyone in front of the house.

“Fair godmother, wait!”, you said.

“What?”

“My dress... can you fix it?”, you asked hopefully.

“Fix it? No no no, I’ll turn it into something new!”, she grinned already thinking of a design.

“No, please don’t. It was my mother’s and I want to wear it to the palace. It’s like taking a piece of her with me.”, you explained.

“I understand... but would you mind if I change it a bit? Maybe some blue..?”

“No...”, you shook your head with a smile and with that she swung her wand towards you.

Your destroyed dress got surrounded by butterflies and you felt something in you, almost like a laughter that you’re trying to hold back. Your feet lifted from the ground as shimmer and glitter surrounded you. Your dress turned into a gown and when you landed you just gaped at how beautiful it looked. It still had elements from your mother’s dress but now you looked like an actual princess.

“There!”, she smiled.

“It’s beautiful...”, you smiled back, “My mother would love it.”

“Come on now, you don’t want to be late!”, she clapped her hands excitedly and got you to the carrige.

She stopped you once you were about to step inside.

“Are those your shoes?”, she asked with a disgusted look.

“It’s fine, no one will see them...”, you smiled.

“No no no, step out of them.”, she said and you did so, “I’m pretty good at shoes.”

With a swing of her wand your feet got covered in glass heels, they were absolutely gorgeous.

“They’re made of glass?”, you asked.

“Yes!”, she smiled happily, “You must go now!”

“Wait... my step-sisters and-”

“They won’t recognize you. I’ll make sure of it.”, she smiled motherly, “Now of you go! You’re going to a bal!”

They all helped you into the carriage and your fairy godmother was about to walk away when she stopped dead in her tracks with a gasp.

“Y/N, you must know that my magic can only hold out until midnight! At the last strike at midnight, everything will return to what it was before.”

“Last strike at midnight?”, you asked and she nodded, “That’s more than enough time.”

And so the carriage started moving.

At the bal the announcer were shouting out names and kingdoms left and right. Shawn couldn’t care less, he was just looking after the girl from the forest.

“Who are you looking for?”, his father asked him.

“... no one...”, he answered.

“It’s the girl from the woods, isn’t it? That’s why you were generous with the invitations.” At the mention of her, Shawns smile grew wider.

“It was for the people...”, he lied.

“I know you love the people. But I also know that you’ve fallen head over heels. You’ve only met her once... in the woods, you know?”

“You would have me marry someone I’ve only met tonight.”, Shawn chuckled.

“She would be a princess, Shawn. It’s different.”, he sighed.

“May I present Miss Chelina of Zaragoza.”, a man spoke to Shawn.

Shawn kissed the womans hand.

“You’re as handsome as your picture... and you’re little kingdom is as beautiful as I’ve been told.”, she smiled.

“Well, I hope our princess won’t find our kingdom too confining.”, he answered with a sarcastic tone.

Just as they announced that he was to choose his first dance partner the doors opened again.

All the heads turned to look at her... and she was beautiful. Shawn felt a smile spreading on his lips... it was the girl. She made her way down the stairs, careful not to fall. He excused himself from Chelina of Zaragoza and walked down to the people, to meet with his first dance.

He watched as she bowed and kept walking down the stairs. Their eyes met once she made her way down the stairs. Everyone parted and made a path from him to her and that’s when he got to see all of her.

Shawn couldn’t care less about what she was wearing but it certainly fit her very well. She was breathtaking. He was quick to make it over to her.

“Mr. Shawn.”, she smiled.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”, he smiled back.

“Just so.”, she said softly.

“If you... It would give me the greatest pleasure if you would let me lead you through this... first...”, he was at a loss for words.

“... dance?”, she completed his sentance.

“Yes, dance.”, he chuckled “That’s it...”

She nodded and he put his hand on her waist ever so carefully. Shawn watched as she tried to hide the gasp that had escaped her lips. The music started and he oved her around.

“They’re all looking at you...”, she whispered.

“Trust me when I say that I’m not the one they’re looking at.”, he said softly.

As they danced around the ballroom their eyes stayed locked to one another and their light touches turned into needy grabs whenever it was possible.

Then finally they got to be close, Shawn’s hand landed on her waist and her hand landed on his shoulder. Their free hands intertwined with one another and they were so close they could feel each other’s breaths against their lips.

Shawn got more daring and spun her around, never loosing sight of her.

When the dance ended they bowed but never stopped looking into each other’s eyes.

He kept dancing with her for the next dance... well, atleast for a while.

“Come with me...”, he whispered in her ear.

Once you were out of the ballroom you turned to look at him again.

“So you’re the prince?”, you laughed.

“Well, not the prince... I’m a prince but there a plenty of princes in the world.”, he said as he closed the doors behind him.

“But your name isn’t Shawn?”, you chuckled.

“Oh no it is, only my father calls me that when he’s angry with me.”, he chuckled.

“So you’re not an apprentice?”, you took a deep breath, trying to calm down from dancing.

“I am! I’m an apprentice to the king!”, he laughed.

“Oh God...”, you sighed as everything became very real. You turned your back to him and walked into the well-decorated room.

“Please forgive me. I was afraid you’d treat me differently if you knew. I mistook you for a country girl and now I see you didn’t want to scare off a plain soldier.”, he explained.

“There’s little chance of that.”, you stifled a laugh.

“No more surprises?”, he asked and held his hand out to you.

“No more surprises.”, you agreed and took his hand softly when your eyes were caught on the painting behind him, “Is that you?”

“I hate portraits of myself, don’t you?”, he chuckled as you inspected the very well made portrait. It was of Shawn, on a horse, holding up a sword.

“No one’s ever painted my portrait.”, you shook your head slightly.

“Really? They should.”, he looked at you and you smiply couldn’t tear your gaze away from his eyes... his honey brown beautiful eyes...

Shawn managed to get the two of you out of the castle and into the garden after avoiding a couple guards.

“Won’t they miss you at the bal?”, you asked as you looked up towards the starry night sky.

“Maybe... but let’s not go back just yet.”, he said as the two of you walked along the gravel. You kept stealing expectant glances his way and you noticed something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”, you asked, there’s was still a smile playing on your lips.

“When I get back they’ll try to pair me of with a lady of their choosing... I’m expected to marry for advantage.”, he sighed.

“Oh, well... whose advantage?”, you asked.

“That’s a good question...”, he and you both chuckled.

“Surely you have a right to your own heart...”, you said as you both stopped walking, stopping at a balcony that over looked the kingdom.

“I must weigh that against the King’s wishes.”, he shook his head and leaned against the stone hedge, “And he’s a wise ruler... and a loving father.”

“Then, perhaps he’ll change his mind.”, you suggested.

“I... I fear he doesn’t have much time to do so.”, he swallowed hard. Your heart dropped into your stomach as the words left his lips. You knew excactly what he was going through and you couldn’t bare seeing him this sad.

He quickly changed the subject and started leading somewhere else in the garden.

“I’ve never shown this place to anyone.”, he smiled, his hand still intertwined with yours. He opened a wooden door which was hidden behind rose bushes among the large stone hedge.

“A secret garden!”, you exclaimed. There was a wooden swing hanging from a tree, surrounded by all kinds of beautiful flowers and bushes.

“Oh, I love it!”, you gasped as you walked around.

You walked up to the swing, remembering your childhood in a garden that was very much alike this one.

“Sit.”, Shawn smiled warmly.

“Oh no, I shouldn’t...”, you giggled.

“You should.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“You should.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“You should.”, Shawn stifled a laugh and with the sound of that, how could you say no?

“As you wish...”, you bit your bottom lip to hold back a smile. You went around the swing and sat down. It didn’t even make a creek.

“Can I?”, he asked, referring to pushing you on the swing.

“Of course...”, you whispered soflty, for only him to hear.

He pushed you gently and the swing started moving. You let out a giggle as the wind started blowing in your hair. Your foot graced the ground and your glass slipper fell off. Before you could even stand up Shawn was in front of you, picking the slipper up.

“It’s made of glass...”, he pointed out.

“Yes, why not?”, you giggled.

“... alow me.”, he said and motioned for your foot.

“Of course...”, you smiled and peaked out your foot from the big blue skirt.

He slipped the glass shoe back on your foot so effortlessly that he barely even had to put any strength into it.

“There.”, he smiled back up at you.

“... there.”, you repeated as the swing moved you a little bit closer to him. You thought he was going to kiss you but instead he asked:

“Can you tell me who you really are?”

“If I do then everything will be different.”, you shook your head and looked down at your hands.

“I don’t understand, can you atleast tell me your name?”, he pleaded.

“My name is-”, the bells started ringing, signaling that the clock had striked midnight. That’s when you remember what you fairy godmother told you.

“I have to leave.”, you took a deep breath, “It’s hard to explain... lizards and pumpkins and... things.”, you laughed slightly as you got up from the swing and ran towards the door.

“Wait!”, he shouted after you, “Where are you going?”

“You’ve been awfully nice! I’ve had a wonderful evening, I loved every second of it!”, you said before running off.

“Lizards and pumpkins...”, Shawn grumbled to himself as he watched you run off before eventually running after you.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you, out of the garden, into the portrait room and into the ballroom where everyone was still dancing.

You kept saying “Sorry!” as you past by everyone, just trying to get out in time! The prince came right behind you but was caught up with your stepsisters immedietly when he got out on the dancefloor.

As you ran up the stairs you almost ran into the King himself.

“Your Majesty!”, you breathed out, “I’m so sorry!”

“Think nothing of it, dear.”, was all he could say before you ran off again, only stopping a couple feet away.

“I wanted to say, Your Majesty... your son Shawn is the most wonderful man I’ve met. So good and brave. I hope you know how much he loves you... excuse me!”, you said and ran out of the room.

You finally made it out to the final stairs that went up to the castle and you were quick to run all the way down. A little too quick, one of your slippers fell off.

“Wait!”, you heard Shawn behind you and you turned around, “Where are you going!?”

You couldn’t care less about the slipper so you ran down the rest of the stairs with only one shoe left.

“Hurry! Hurry!”, you said to the people around your carriage.

“Come back!”, Shawn tried but there was no use.

You were already in the carriage when he had only gone down half of the steps.

Shawn picked up your glass slipper.

“Captain, my horse.”, he said with a big grin on his face.

“No! This may be a trick to lure you away from the castle! Your father needs you here.” Shawn watched as the Captain and a couple other men got up on their horses and started riding after the girl he had fallen so madly in love with, without even knowing her name.

The last strike of midnight hit and as your fairy godmother said, everything turned back to normal. Luckily you had gotten away from the guards before the transformation. But now you had to walk home in your rags, since all the magic was gone.

The only thing left was your glass slipper, which you immedietly took off. Everything was supposed to turn back to normal, but since the shoes were nothing before they were made they stayed the same.

You let the mice crawl into the shoe so that they wouldn’t have to run after you.

“You’ll find it very comfortable.”, you smiled as you watched them crawl in.

There was only a little bit home before it started raining. Your dress got soaked in a matter of seconds and so did your hair.

Still, you laughed because what a wonderful night you had gotten.

That’s when you heard horses behind you... and your step-family’s nagging. You took a deep breath and prepared yourself for the worst.

Once you got inside you hid the shoe in the ash by the fireplace.

“Cinderella! We want tea and biscuits!”, your sisters complained.

“Welcome back!”, you said with a smile, hiding your dirty hands behind your back.

“You look cheerful...”, Drisella commented.

“And wet.”, Anastasia added.

“Oh, I took a walk in the rain... to cheer myself up!”, you lied.

“Typical!”, Anastasia sighed, “Tea, now!”

Then they started talking about what a wonderful time they had with the Prince. Talking about how they didn’t even have to say a word, their souls just connected.

“He didn’t even speak to you...”, Lady Tremaine said as she walked in.

“It wasn’t our fault, mother, it was the girl!”, Drisella said.

“The mysterious princess!”, Anastasia added.

“Mystery princess?”, you smiled, “How charming...”

“She wasn’t a princess! She was a greedy little girl who tried to be something she’s not.”, Lady Tremaine said.

“Oh?”, you turned around to face her.

“The vulguar young hussy walked into the bal, and to the horror of everyone threw herself to the prince.”, Lady Tremaine rolled her eyes. You heard them talk on and on about the “Mystery girl” and you couldn’t help but to smile to yourself.

“Nothing to worry about. The prince it promised to Chelina of Zaragoza...”, Lady Tremaine added and your heart dropped once again, “I heard the captain speak of it.”

Once they were in bed you took the shoe out from the ash and put it in a safe space in the attic.

“Hello again.”, you smiled to the mice before putting the shoe down in the box, “Thank you for your help. It really was like a dream... better than a dream.”

You took up your journal and started writing about the night, everything that had happened, so that you could remember every single bit of it.

Shawn walked into his father’s room to watch him laying on his death bed.

“Oh good... you came...”, his father managed to breathe out.

“Father... don’t leave me...”, Shawn whispered.

“I must... but you don’t have to be alone. Marry princess Chelina.”, he said hoarsley, “I should’ve commanded you to do so.”

“I love you and respect you... but I will not do that.”, Shawn sat down next to his father, “We don’t need to search beyond the kingdom’s borders to find strength and guidence. All that we need is right here. We only need to have courage and be kind to see that.”

“Just so.”, his father whispered, “You’ve become your own man. Good. Then perhaps what little time that is left I can be that father you deserve.”

“You shouldn’t marry for advantage.”, Shawns father continued, “You should marry for love. Find that girl, find her. The one everyone’s talking about, the forgetful one, the one that-”

“Lost her shoe.”, Shawn ended and laughed along with his father.

“Be cheerful, my boy.”, he said to Shawn.

“Thank you, father.”, Shawn whispered back.

“Thank you, Shawn.”, he smiled, “I love you, son.”

Shawn felt the tears burning in his eyes, but he wasn’t going to let them fall.

“I love you, father...”, still one tear managed to slip out, going down his cheek. Shawn laid down on his fathers bed and the King closed his eyes one last time.

“Hear ye! Hear ye! Hear! Ye!”, the announcer spoke, “Our new king now declares his love! For... for the mysterious princess who wore glass slippers to the ball!”

Your heart started racing as you watched your step-sisters pout and complain.

“And if she’d be willing... he will... marry her!”

You left your stepsister at the town and ran over to your horse. Quickly you made your way home and walked up to the attic to find the shoe.

... but it was gone.

“Are you looking for this?”, your step-mother held up the glass slipper in the light, “There must have been quite a story to go with it... please do tell! No? Okay, then I shall tell you a story... once upon a time there was a beautiful young girl who married for love. She had two loving daughters, all was well. But one day, her husband, the light of her life died.”

You tried your best to go closer to it, but you were afraid she’d drop the shoe.

“The next time she married, she did it for her daughters. But that man too, was taken from her. And she was doomed to look every day upon his beloved child. She had hoped to marry off one of her beautiful, stupid daughters to the prince. But his head was turned by a girl with glass slippers. And so I lived unhappily ever after.”, there were tears in her eyes, you had never seen her cry before... not even at your father’s funeral, “My story has ended. Now, tell yours. Did you steal it?”

“It was given to me.”, you stammered.

“Given to you?”, she laughed, “Nothings ever given to you! You must always pay, pay, pay!”

“That’s not true! Kindness is free... love is free.”, you told her.

“Love is not free.” she stood up, “Now, here is how you will pay me, if you were to have what you desire. No one will believe that a servant girl has touched the prince’s heart. But with a respected gentlewoman pushing you forward, you will not be ignored. When you are married, you’ll make me the head of the royal house hold. My daughters will be paired off with wealthy lords and I shall manage that boy!”

“He’s not a boy!”, your face expressed disgust.

“Who are you? How would you rule the kingdom? Best to leave it to me. That way we all get what we want.”, she said and walked past you with the shoe.

“No.”, you said with a rise of confidence.

“‘No’?”, she turned around to face you.

“I was not able to protect my father from you. But I will protect the prince and the kingdom.”, tears were burning in your eyes, “No matter what becomes of me.”

“Well that is a mistake.”, she said and broke the shoe against the stone wall.

“No!”, you screamed, “Wh-Why? Why are you so cruel!? I don’t understand it! I’ve tried to be kind to you!”

“Kind to me?”, she laughed.

“Yes! And no one deserves to be treated the way you have treated me! Why do you do it? Why!?”, you shouted.

“Why? Because you are young and innocent and good! And I...”, she turned away and went out of the room.

“No! No!”, you cried as she locked the door to the attic.

Lady Tremaine took what was left of the shoe to the castle.

“Where did you find this?”, the general asked.

“A simple servant girl gave it to me.”, she said.

“The mystery princess... is a comoner?”

“You could imagine how horrified I was!”

“You told no one else?”

“Not even my own daughters. No one need ever know the truth.”

“Thank you. You’ve gotten the kingdom out of embarrassment.”

“And I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Are you threatning me?”

“Yes. I want to be a countess. And I aquire marriages for my daughters.”

“Deal... and the girl?”

“Do with her as you will. She means nothing to me.”

“Where?”, Shawn asked the general as he held the glass slipper in his hand.

“Abandoned on the road.”, he answered.

“And have you found her?”, he asked.

“No, she’s disappeared.”

“There must be some reason she vanished...”, Shawn sat down on the throne, “Perhaps she has been prevented from speaking...”

“Don’t lose hope, Shawn.”, the captian said.

“On the contrary. Lose hope and become wiser. The people need to know that the kingdom is secure. Therefore we need a queen.”, the general spoke.

“I’m king. I say we shall seak out the mystery princess. I have to see her again, I don’t care if she doesn’t want to be found!”, Shawn siad sternly.

“If she’s not found you have to marry princess Chelina. For the good of the kingdom. For the good of the people.”

“Very well, aggreed.”, Shawn nodded.

“But your Highness...”, the captain started.

“You will spare no effort.”, Shawn told the general.

“No, your Majesty.”

After searching high and low the guards got to your home. You had heard all about the search from your step-sisters and now was finally the time.

Maybe, just maybe, you could try to get to the guards. Even if she didn’t, it didn’t matter. The memories from the bal was enough for you and as long as the kingdom didn’t get endangered by your step-mother everything was well.

You sat down by the window and started singing for yourself. With amusement you watched as the mice helped one another open the window. And so you kept singing, maybe just a tiny bit louder than before.

Shawn looked on as the general tried to brush off the fact that you could clearly hear singing coming from the tower. He had enough and took off his disguise.

“Enough, general.”, he spoke and everyone turned to him.

“Your Majesty... I-”, the general started.

“You told me you’d search every last corner. And here you are dismissing something so obvious.”, he got down from his horse, “Captain!”

“Yes sir?”

“Would you mind searching through the house one last time?”, Shawn grinned.

“With pleaser, Your Highness.”, the Captain grinned back.

The door opened to your room and you quickly stopped singing.

“There.”, your stepmother said, “Nothing of importance!”

“We’ll se about that, madame.”, the captain said, “Miss. You are aquired to present yourself in front of the King.”

“I forbid you!”, your step mother hissed towards you.

“I forbid you to forbid her. Who are you to stop an officer of the King? Are you an empress? A saint?”, the Captain asked.

“I am her mother!”, Lady Tremaine said so as if she was offended.

“You have never been, and never will be, my mother.”, you told her.

“Come now, miss.”, The Captain said and you followed him out the door.

Would you be enough just by yourself? There was no magic that could help you this time. The only thing you could do was to wait and see. Have courage and be kind.

When Shawn laid eyes on you he knew that you were the girl he had been searching for. But with everyone watching he had to hold his composure. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched you bow in front of him. Only one question came up in his mind.

“Who are you?”, he asked.

“I am Cinderella.”, you answered with a proud smile, “Your Majesty, I’m no princess... I have no carriage and no parents. I don’t even know if that beautiful slipper will fit. But if it does, will you take me as I am? An honest country girl who loves you?”, your words reassured him that you were the girl he had danced with and the girl he had met in the woods.

“Of course I will.”, he smiled, “But only if you will take me as I am. An apprentice who is still learning. Please, sit.”

He watched as she let out a giggle and sat down. Shawn sat down on his knee beside her and held out the shoe. He slipped on the shoe with barely any effort and heard his future wife let out a sigh of relief.

Shawn looked up at her, their eyes met and they smiled brightly at each other. The two of them stood up and suddenly Shawn couldn’t help himself anymore.

He placed his hand on her cheek ever so softly and pressed his lips against hers. Except he only got the time to touch her nose with his.

“Y/N! Y/N, my dear sister!”, the two daughters ran into the room, “I’m sorry! So very sorry!”

When he looked over to them they bowed and Cinderella, or Y/N, smiled at him.

“Shall we?”, Shawn asked with a smile and Y/N nodded.

He took her hand and led her out of the room, the two sisters parted ways for them to go past. Right before leaving Y/N stopped and looked up the stairs were her step-mother was standing.

“I forgive you.”, she said softly and walked out the doors with Shawn.

You looked at the paintings of your parents next to Shawn’s with a warm smile. “They would’ve loved each other.”, you smiled.

“We really need to get a picture of you too.”, Shawn commented and squeezed your hand lightly.

“No, I hate to see myself in portraits.”, you giggled.

“Be kind...”, Shawn chuckled.

“And have courage...”, you continued.

“Then all will be well.”, he smiled.

The two of you walked up to the doors. You white wedding gown flowed behind you even though there was no wind.

“Are you ready?”, you asked him.

“As long as I have you by my side, I’ll always be ready.”, he smiled.

You both walked out onto the balcony together and greeted the people with big smiles.

“My queen.”, Shawns smiled and turned to you.

“My Shawn.”, you smiled back.

His hand was softly placed against your face before he leant in and kissed you. The people cheered and you felt the butterflies in your stomach go loose.

You kept looking at the world, not as it is but as it could be. With kindness, courage and just a little bit of magic.

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Squinting at one of the golden butterflies that flitted around the area, Cortex couldn’t help but let our a huff. He had intended to make a good impression on the hosts here, but being the evil mastermind he was, he couldn’t help his desire to sneak around and stick his nose where it didn’t belong. He was caught between two choices. Snoop around the Ushiromiya’s bedroom for more info or anything about these two or the Escape room. A couple with this much money, notoriety and magic capability MUST have something good in store. But with these golden little insects swarming the entirety of the party, it was hard for him to do any kind of snooping. Gently holding out a hand, he allows one of them to rest on his hand briefly. “And you’re what’s helping them keep an eye on everyone and everything, are you?”

He’s skeptical. A Man of science after all. Sure, he’s seen the workings of magic in action... He had a magic floating mask bossing him around back home! He even enlisted a few other masks to help assist his former ‘Ultimate Weapon’ against Crash. But, he never really cared much for the idea of magic... Unless it involved granting him power in some way. “I’ll admit, this sort of surveillance system is unique, especially if it links to ones conscious mind...” And he’d have to take notes for his own future plans down the road. But so much for his evil plans tonight. Shooing away the golden papillon, Cortex rolls his eyes. “I’m not one for staying so well behaved for so long...” Once he breathes this, more butterflies seem to amass near him. “Ahh- That is to say- In a legitimate, not sneaky way, that I like a little bit of chaos!” A sad attempt to dissuade the butterflies from inspecting him any further. Even if he’s not showing any signs of acting violently right now, he didn’t want to be stuck in that fragment for some stupid reason like this. Putting on a cheesy smile, he chuckles awkwardly before taking note of someone ascending up the stairs. A Perfect distraction! He doesn’t even get a look at who it is before hurrying towards them in a desperate attempt to avoid suspicion.

“Hey, you!” Oh, wow, they were certainly very red! And a Cowpoke too. “Ahh... You’re here for the escape room too, Right? Need a buddy~?” There’s no avoiding the butterflies around this place, but maybe if he played along for a bit and ‘mingled’, it would take the heat off him.

@rubisflame

#𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐱! | IC #rubisflame #rubisflame1 #isolaween2k19 #~~ Just lemme know if you want me to tweak anything or re-write it!!

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babette-durand-blog · 7 years ago

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Enseignez-moi comment fonctionnent les papillons | oneshot

Babette Durand’s bisexuality was initially hotly contested. Her little village in Colmar was- perhaps surprisingly- very liberal, they lived next door to a gay couple for a while in fact when they were in France a year for work. For a long time though Babette thought she must just be a lesbian. But then she met Tommy Middleton at Cassandra’s 17th birthday party and, well, Babette decided she was not a lesbian.

She and Tommy dated for a few months and it was lovely, but things fizzled out as he went to university and Babette did not.

It was quite some time before Babette got to thoroughly test her sexuality though- flings and one night stands were all well and good, but what about a substantial relationship with another woman? Babette yearned to know what that was like, how having a girlfriend may differ from having a boyfriend, if it would be some marked difference that would take a lot of adjusting too.

She met Agatha Henderson whilst working as an au pair for the Savile family. Miss Henderson was the literacy teacher at the primary school their two gorgeous twin girls attended. Babette would drop them off on a morning and pick them up every afternoon. At the start of the day Agatha’s hair would be up in a neat bun but by the time Babette came back it would have fallen to slight disarray, tendrils of honey blonde hair curling around her cheeks. Every now and then Babette had to resist reaching forward to tuck a strand behind her ear.

The two of them would often make casual conversation while Babette waited for the twins, or even on a morning if Agatha didn’t have a class first thing. It was always lovely, they discussed their favourite books and Babette recommended recipes. One morning she even made quick work of re-sewing a button onto Agatha’s blouse, because a child had tugged it lose. Things were always pleasant and Babette often thought of inviting her out for coffee, but was always nervous that she could just be misconstruing friendliness.

One afternoon Miss Savile picked the girls up from school herself and gave Babette some time off as the family were going to stay with relatives for the weekend. Which meant her only responsibility was ensuring the house was clean when they got back Sunday evening. Until then she was free as a bird.

So, Saturday afternoon rolled around and Babette arranged herself a little picnic lunch and headed to the nearby park with a book under her arm. One Agatha Henderson happened to have had a similar idea. Her hair was down, Babette hadn’t noticed quite how short it was, just skimming her shoulders. And she was wearing a pretty summer dress, it was quite a far call from the more formal attire she generally wore to work. Babette’s feet carried her the short distance until she was standing in front of the woman, and at Agatha’s enthusiastic invitation she sat down opposite her.

They made small talk while they ate then sat in comfortable silence to read their books a while, occasional observances and witty remarks about the people around them passing between the two. Time passed very quickly and it was evening in the blink of an eye, Babette’s stomach rumbling once again. So, she took a deep breath and the metaphorical plunge, and asked Agatha if she’d like to join her for dinner.

A few hours later found the two women in a cosy bistro drinking post dinner cocktails. They learned a lot about each other over food, since Agatha insisted on a game of twenty questions. Babette found out that she had a Pomeranian and a large shoe collection and played guitar, sometimes wrote funny little songs for the children to help them with spelling, and had been in at least one lesbian relationship in the past. Agatha found out that Babette also had a large shoe collection and had written one children’s book she’d never managed to get published and had a lot of love for women, but had never been in a serious relationship with one.

Babette was honestly very taken by Agatha. She was observant and charming and clever, quietly confident in a way that wasn’t intimidating to the comparatively uneducated Babette, and she had the prettiest brown eyes. She’d had to bite down on her straw a few times during dinner to avoid saying something cheesy.

After almost equally splitting the bill- well, working as an au pair you weren’t paid much since the family also provided room and board- Babette had assumed they would have to part ways, but was thrilled when Agatha suggested they take a walk together since it was such a nice night out.

They chatted and giggled about inconsequential things, and at some point, Agatha took Babette’s hand to steady herself after a stumble and then did not let go. Her thumb made soft circles against Babette’s knuckles and it was honestly so delightful, almost electric. In another round of twenty questions Babette revealed that her first kiss was not until near the end of secondary school, and Agatha pulled the two of them to a halt and turned to stare at Babette with her jaw slack.

“But that probably means you never had your first cheeky snog behind a bike shed!” She was aghast at the mere thought, and it made Babette giggle.

“No. My first kiss was by a canal, actually.” She informed Agatha, a tantalizing image popping into her mind at precisely the right moment. The primary school really wasn’t far… “I suppose it isn’t ever too late though, is it?” Babette wondered out loud, watching with baited breath as Agatha processed the words. Her face lit up with a devious smirk, and immediately the two were off running, giggling and clutching onto each other.

It quickly became apparent that this kiss was going to be much less innocent than the standard first kiss behind the bike shed scenario. Not that Babette took any issue with that at all. She was quite excited, in fact, as Agatha pulled them along and pressed Babette against the creaky wooden structure.

Babette was so relieved she hadn’t bothered to refresh her lipstick before they left the bistro.

Her mouth was hot and wet and curved up in a smile even as they kissed. She tasted like rum. Her hair was as soft as Babette had imagined, like spun silk underneath her fingertips. Agatha’s own fingertips- calloused from guitar strings but still gentle- wandered everywhere. Tapping out a quick beat against Babette’s waist, tracing the shell of her ear, curling around her jaw.

Delightful little shivers ran down her spine, butterflies in metal capped shoes stomping through her stomach.

They stayed in that darkened space behind the bike shed for a long time even after they’d stopped kissing, Babette working strands of Agatha’s hair into a skinny little plait and Agatha counting the freckles skimming Babette’s nose.

“Let me take you on a proper date, won’t you?” Babette whispered, her gaze steady on Agatha’s face as her eyes flickered around, still freckle counting. But that didn’t stop her from hearing, a coy smile pulling at her lips.

“After that kiss I’ll let you do just about anything you want.” She promised softly, somehow managing to make the phrase suggestive but still serious, a hint at the more poignant connection the two of them seemed to share.

“Don’t worry.” Babette quipped “I’ll teach you how to kiss like me.”

#this was really fun #hi its not anything significant just a cute little idea i had #oneshot #inspo

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chimpanzedd · 7 years ago

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All the questions !

Remember this? :)

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

Right now?

Taylor Swift - Gorgeous

Jaymes Young - Stoned On You

Linkin Park - One More Light

Borns - The Emotion

Taylor Swift - LWYMMD

Zayn & Sia - Dusk Til Dawn

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Taylor Swift.

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

That’s way too much effort, sorry.

4: What do you think about most?

What the fuck I’m doing with my life.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“Snack that keeps giving.”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

With!

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I have… no talents.

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Both are enigmatic.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yeah. :)

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Laura and Adam’s wedding!

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Very specific, hand picked dogs.

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

Uh, no.

13: What’s your religion?

I don’t practice any religion.

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking to or from work.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Neither, really.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Band? Marianas Trench.

17: What was the last lie you told?

Um, no idea!

18: Do you believe in karma?

Nope.

19: What does your URL mean?

Not a great deal. It’s almost my fave animal.

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I think both of these are the same thing, and it’s how much I feel.

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

I have a few. Kristen Stewart is high up there.

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

No!

23: How do you vent your anger?

I cry a lot.

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Not really, not collectable things.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Video call.

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

…sometimes.

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I hate the feedback during sound check at concerts.

I love my dog’s sneezes.

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I didn’t do science at university?

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

No, yes sorta.

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

R: phone.

L: sofa.

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

Mum’s hoodie smell.

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Probably some dingy house for a party.

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

Of America? Pass.

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Does Donald Glover count as a singer?

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Achieve some sort of peace.

36: Define Art.

Something physical that evokes feeling.

37: Do you believe in luck?

Nope.

38: What’s the weather like right now?

Dark. Damp. Chilly.

39: What time is it?

11pm.

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Nope!

41: What was the last book you read?

More Than Two. Eye-opening genius.

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

I looove it.

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Ems. Em.

44: What was the last film you saw?

Mockingjay pt. 2.

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I’ve been really lucky. Probably my dog bite.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Yes, many!!

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

Not really.

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

I dunno.

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

Secondary school is wild.

50: Do you believe in magic?

Of course not.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Nope. Too much energy.

52: What is your astrological sign?

Libra.

53: Do you save money or spend it?

50/50, or at least I try!

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

Alcohol, of course.

55: Love or lust?

Love!

56: In a relationship?

Nuhuh.

57: How many relationships have you had?

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

I used to be able to but I grew out of it!

59: Where were you yesterday?

Mum’s, town, dad’s, bar.

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yes, an envelope.

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

Yes! They have flamingos on.

62: What’s your favourite animal?

Chimpanzees. And cockatoos.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I’m just incredible perfect… ha.

64: Where is your best friend?

I don’t really have a best friend.

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

Stalk my reblogs, I am not bothered.

66: What is your heritage?

My entire lineage lies in the north of England.

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Not a whole lot different to right now.

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

Something generic like Smith or Jones would be hilarious.

69: Biggest turn ons?

Lip biting, bedroom eyes, enough banter to create tension, touching my ears.

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

No!!

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

The dog will be safe.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I would tell the necessary people only.

b) I would try to carry on as normally as possible.

c) Of course.

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Are they not symbiotic?

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Can You Feel the Love Tonight.

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

5725.

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

A best friend you who want to touch excessively.

77: How can I win your heart?

Run me a bath and stroke my hair. Not at the same time.

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yes, absolutely.

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Moving to LDN.

80: What size shoes do you wear?

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I don’t want a tombstone at all.

82: What is your favourite word?

Pamphlet.

Papillon in French.

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Beat.

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“Ciao for now.”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Jaymes Young - Naked

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Turquoise and purple.

87: What is your current desktop picture?

Default starry sky.

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Probably POTUS.

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

That would be telling!

90: Turn offs?

Bad teeth, smelly, ignorance.

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Selective telepathy or teleportation.

92: where are your parents from?

The same town I was born and raised in.

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

2013.

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Rihanna would be a wild ride.

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Somewhere warm and remote.

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

No idea!

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

Oh so so much.

98: Ever been on a plane?

Every year :)

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

I’d be too scared to say anything of any value!

#asks #quiz

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emmaswritingdump · 6 years ago

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Welcome to New York- Chapter Fourteen: The Umbrella Scene

Words: 1054

Ch 1 // Ch 13 // Ch 15 (Final chapter)

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: The calm before the storm.

A/N: EEK. I love this chapter. Don't get too excited yet, though; there's still one chapter left.

Also, I just realized that I think I forgot to explain that Adrien chose to rename the fashion label from Gabriel to Agreste Fashion? I think I just started calling it Agreste Fashion without an explanation, but he did it in an attempt to kind of distance the company from his father a bit and separate them in people's eyes.

It was time.

A tense silence instantly fell over the crowd the moment the announcer stepped up to the microphone holding a small white envelope.

"This is it, you guys," Marinette whispered apprehensively to her coworkers. She instinctively reached out to grab the hands of the people sitting on either side of her, who just so happened to be Daisy and Adrien. Both of them squeezed her hands in return, and Daisy glanced at the hand that was encased in Adrien's and gave Marinette a knowing smirk.

Whatever. Marinette was too nervous to deal with her at the moment.

The announcer rattled off some speech Marinette had trouble paying attention to about how hard everyone worked and how well they all did. Then, he announced the runners-up, none of which were Agreste or Supernova Fashion. Finally, it was time to announce the champion.

"And the winner of this year's Tournoi de Papillon is..." they all held their breath. "Supernova and Agreste Fashion!"

Marinette instantly shrieked with excitement, but she could hardly even hear it over the din of the applause.

She leapt out of her seat, and the rest of her coworkers did the same.

Confetti cannons went off, showering them all in the little bits of colored paper.

Marinette giddily spun around to see Adrien grinning wildly at her. Without hesitation, she ran into his arms. He lifted her off the ground and spun her around victoriously.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Daisy grin smugly at her, but she couldn't even bring herself to care.

"We did it!" She exclaimed after they broke apart, nearly having to yell in order to be heard over the cheering and celebrating.

"I knew we could," Adrien beamed.

Suddenly, they were being presented with a tall golden trophy. Together, they climbed up onto the stage and hoisted it triumphantly into the air for everyone to see.

The rest of the night was a blur. She saw Liam a few minutes after their victory and said goodnight to him after he congratulated her, and then she rode with Daisy to the afterparty.

That night, she celebrated more than she'd ever celebrated before. She sang at the top of her lungs and danced until her feet went numb. She suddenly understood the part in Daisy's fantasy about "dancing the night away."

It was nearly one in the morning when she finally left the party. She hadn't had anything to drink, but Liam had already taken the car home, and Daisy lived on the opposite side of the city, so she found herself waiting for a taxi in the rain. She hadn't even noticed it was storming until she exited the building. Fortunately, she had an umbrella in the large bag she always carried with her.

As she stood underneath her black umbrella waiting for her taxi to arrive, someone approached and stood next to her.

"Hi," Adrien greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hi," she said back, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. She told herself it was just because of all the excitement of the night. She was still breathless from dancing. "Great party, huh?"

"Yeah. Really great."

After a moment of staring out at the rain, Marinette turned back to look at him and spoke again. "Hey... I know I've been kind of hard on you the past couple of months, but it's just because I'm passionate. I think you're amazing at what you do, but I know I don't always act that way, so... I'm sorry."

Adrien smiled softly down at her. "You have nothing to apologize for, Mari. You just wanted to make sure we won- and we did. Thanks to you."

Marinette smiled back, and she could feel a tiny blush creeping up on her face. "It was a team effort."

"It was mostly you."

Marinette saw a taxi pull up to the curb out of the corner of her eye.

"My ride's here," she said softly. She started toward the cab, then stopped. Adrien didn't have an umbrella.

She turned and offered her umbrella to him. His vibrant green eyes locked on her brilliant blue ones, he reached out and gingerly touched the umbrella handle as if he were afraid it would hurt him.

She removed her grip from the umbrella handle as he took it from her, but she couldn't bring herself to move from the spot, her gaze still locked on his. Why was she breathing so hard? Why was her heart pounding out of her chest? Why did she have butterflies in her stomach? Why couldn't she move?

Marinette barely had time to blink before his hand was on the small of her back, pulling her in toward him.

Suddenly, they were kissing. A fire ignited in her stomach, and the entire world melted away.

It was just the two of them.

One of her hands came up to cup his cheek, while the other moved to the back of his neck to tangle her fingers in his hair. She wanted this moment to last forever.

After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart, their foreheads still pressed together.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," Adrien whispered to her, his large, warm hand still firmly on her back.

Marinette giggled giddily, closing her eyes. "Me, too. If only-" she gasped and pulled away from him, suddenly remembering the little detail that had led to her complete denial of the feelings that had been building up inside of her over the past few months as her eyes went wide with shock over her actions.

Liam.

"I... I have to go."

"Wait, Marinette," Adrien said. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No," she interrupted. "I... I'm glad you did. You helped me realize something. Now, if you'll excuse me, there's... something I need to do."

She mumbled a goodbye and walked to the taxi, trying to fight the tears from spilling out of her eyes.

She had cheated on Liam.

With Adrien Agreste.

She got into the taxi and, between sniffles, told the driver where to go. She held it together for a minute but broke down soon after the taxi turned the corner onto a different street.

As much as she hated it, she knew what she had to do.

#multi chapter #welcome to new york #aged up au #au

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mikauzoran · 5 years ago

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Lukadrien: Late to the Jabberwocky Chapter Ten

Late to the Jabberwocky Chapter Ten: Fashion Emergency

“How do I look?” Adrien asked nervously, turning around to face his kwamis.

“Like you’ve been lying around in bed for a week, not eating and crying your eyes out,” Plagg reported helpfully.

Adrien’s face fell.

“He doesn’t look that bad, Plagg,” Nooroo tsked, coming to land on Adrien’s left shoulder.

“Hey!” Plagg snapped. “That spot’s reserved! Go find your own perch, Fluttershy.”

“Plagg, you do not own my shoulder,” Adrien sighed as Nooroo skittered away, tentatively circling back around to land on Adrien’s right shoulder.

Nooroo gazed cautiously at Plagg, as if he were afraid of being chased off once more. When Plagg didn’t object to Nooroo’s presence on Adrien’s right shoulder, Nooroo turned to Adrien to ask, “Who is ‘Fluttershy’? What does that mean? Is that a modern slur? I haven’t been out much in the past two hundred years.”

“It’s a character from a show Adrien watches,” Plagg supplied.

Adrien’s face went magenta. “So that I can talk about it with my niece!”

“Uh-huh.” Plagg rolled his eyes. “She’s a horse creature with monstrously big eyes and butterflies tattooed on her rump. You’ll see. He watches it almost religiously.”

“I do not!” Adrien whined.

“Uh-huh.” Plagg ignored Adrien. “I’m sure you’ll like it too, Nooroo. It seems like your kind of thing.”

“This is very exciting!” Nooroo trilled, doing a little wiggle dance. “My former master did not allow me to watch the television. Maîtresse Mayura was more lenient, but she prefers to read, so I haven’t been able to experience much modern entertainment.”

Adrien stared at the little butterfly for a moment before turning to Plagg. “Hey, teach him how to use the remote and the rules regarding TV use, and then actually take turns with him.”

“Leave it to me, Kid. I’m not that cruel as to deprive a butterfly of all the crazy cable channels we get,” Plagg snorted.

“Yippee!” Nooroo sang, fluttering his wings in joy.

“Okay.” Adrien sighed. “Back to my fashion emergency. Do I really look that bad, Plagg?” He turned back to study his face in the mirror. “I mean…it’s been hours since I cried, and before last night it had been…like a day or two? And I have been eating…I mean, some. I’ve been eating some, and I’ve gotten up to shower at least every day, so…”

“Maybe you could splash some water on your face and put on some makeup?” Nooroo suggested. “Please explain what we’re doing again. You’re going to attempt to attract a potential mate?”

“No!” Adrien groaned.

“Pretty much,” Plagg sighed.

“He’s just a friend!” Adrien insisted.

Plagg burst out laughing.

Nooroo looked back and forth between the kwami and the boy with a quiet, politely perplexed expression.

“He’s the kid’s ex-boyfriend,” Plagg took pity on Nooroo and explained.

“It wasn’t like that!” Adrien wailed, face going beet red once more.

“Gabe broke them up about two years ago, but they met up again and hit it off at a graduation party last Saturday,” Plagg summarized. “The only problem is now Snake-Boy is dating the girl that the kid is in love with. With me so far?”

Nooroo nodded. “Ah. Sass’s chosen? I’ve seen him briefly here and there. Snakes and Cats historically get on well together. But now the snake boy is in a relationship with Ladybug?”

Plagg nodded. “He doesn’t know that she’s Ladybug. Her name is Marinette.”

Nooroo continued to nod. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng. My master was very interested in her. He believed that if he could successfully akumatized her, she would be the one to finally defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

“Well, it looks like he was right,” Plagg snorted.

“So why are we going to attempt to seduce Ladybug’s mate, Adrien-bocchama?” Nooroo blinked innocently at Adrien.

“We’re not going to seduce Luka,” Adrien hissed in overwhelming embarrassment. “We’re going to…I don’t know. See if he still wants to be friends. He was an incredibly important friend to me, and, if at all possible, I want to have him back in my life. We’re just going to see if he wants that too.”

“And then seduce him with the gift of opera tickets!” Nooroo cheered, thinking that he understood the plan.

Adrien covered his face with a hand. “Nooroo…no. There will be no seduction. I’m just… Friendship is all I’m interested in right now. He’s very attractive, and I wouldn’t mind making out with him, but he’s Marinette’s boyfriend, and I’m still a wreck over Marinette, and…honestly? I’m in no shape to try to be in a relationship right now. I’m trying to work on me. On building strong friendships. I want to be friends with Luka again.”

Nooroo frowned. “Then…I don’t understand. Why have you changed your outfit six times? Why are you so concerned about your physical appearance if you have no romantic designs on the young man we’re about to visit?”

“Well…” Adrien looked away from the kwami, studying his reflection in the mirror as he fidgeted. “I mean…I want to make a good impression. I want him to think I’m cool. I just want…I mean, it’s to my advantage to look attractive. People do what you want when you’re attractive. It gives you more leverage, more influence.”

Nooroo nodded slowly, mentally tying the threads together. “So…we are trying to seduce him, but not for your sexual gratification. You’re trying to seduce him in order to manipulate him into being your friend?”

Adrien pursed his lips. “That sounds bad…but, yeah. That’s the general idea. If he’s busy thinking, ‘Wow. Adrien has really filled out in all the right places since I last saw him’ and ‘I wouldn’t mind spending time with someone who looks like that’ and ‘It could be fun sitting in a box seat in the dark with him at the opera for three hours’, maybe he’ll be able to forget about all the weirdness between me and his girlfriend.”

Nooroo gave Adrien’s cheek a supportive little pat.

Not to be outdone, Plagg flew up to headbutt Adrien’s other cheek and purr as he rubbed himself along Adrien’s jaw.

Adrien laughed. “You jealous of the new kwami in my life, Plagg?”

Plagg openly scoffed. “Never. You’re a kitten, not a caterpillar, and Nooroo knows it. There’s nothing for me to be jealous over, and it’s not like he’s staying long-term or anything.”

“Whatever makes you happy, Plagg,” Adrien chuckled, giving the little cat deity a fond scratch behind the ear.

“So…Forgive me,” Nooroo took flight, fluttering around Adrien’s head, examining Adrien’s appearance. “I understand the goal of our mission, but I do not understand the purpose. Why are we trying to make friends with a hostile party currently romantically involved with the girl that we want as our mate? This does not seem like a logical course of action. I understand that he was once your friend, but…” Nooroo trailed off, frowning sympathetically.

Adrien averted his gaze. “Like I said, he was really important to me. My father tore us apart, but now that Dad’s…for a lack of a better word, better…less controlling and tyrannical…maybe he’ll let me be friends with Luka again. Maybe I can have Luka back. He was really good to me, good for me…. I miss him…. If I can have him back, I want him back. That’s all. I think I could really use a friend like Luka right now, so…we’re going to see if Luka still wants to be friends with me too.”

Nooroo opened his mouth again, but Plagg grabbed him by the arm and yanked him over to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“…God, I have nothing to wear,” Adrien sighed, heading back into his closet to select a different outfit.

Plagg leaned in and lowered his voice to a humanly imperceptible whisper, “I don’t think the kid fully realizes it himself, but he was in love with Snake-Boy. He was a wreck when Gabe broke them up. Seriously. I was scared witless for six months thinking Gabe was going to akumatize him or that the kid was going to hurt himself or something. Luka’s kind of on your wavelength. He’s kind of like a giant mood stabilizer. He made Adrien happy. He made Adrien feel like he was worth something, like Adrien was loved. Maybe you’ve noticed from how Gabe treated you, but this is not a loving household. This is not the place to come if you want hugs and affirmations that you matter.”

Nooroo made a tiny, sad hum of assent.

“Gabe and Nathalie have done a stupendous job of turning things around in the last month or two, but before? Adrien felt worthless and not good enough and alone,” Plagg continued. “He felt like he was a bother, like no one wanted him. Then he met Luka, and all of the sudden it was okay to cry and have feelings. You didn’t have to be perfect to be worthy of love. Luka gave hugs and head rubs freely, and Luka always had time for Adrien. There was no ‘make an appointment and I’ll deal with you in a month’. Luka was everything Adrien ever wanted.”

“I can see how the young master would want someone like that back in his life,” Nooroo replied softly. “I am not terribly familiar with the situation, but it’s obvious that the young master is suffering greatly at this time. I can sense his despair and his yearning for love and acceptance. I can see how someone like this Luka you describe would be very appealing to Adrien-bocchama right now especially.”

“Yeah,” Plagg grumbled. “Part of me is kind of afraid that this is all going to blow up and make things worse, but another part of me is desperate and willing to try anything. This kid is giving me grey whiskers.”

“What do you guys think of this outfit?” Adrien paraded back out of the closet wearing a tight pair of dark wash jeans and a pink polo. He inspected himself in the mirror and frowned.

“It’s very last season,” Nooroo hummed thoughtfully. “Actually, isn’t that from the spring line two years ago? I remember this one. A terribly boring design.”

Adrien blinked at his brand new kwami. “Did Papillon follow fashion or something? How do you know which collection my shirt is from?”

Nooroo’s skin went a translucent lavender colour, and his eyes widened to the size of buttons.

“Yes,” Plagg interjected. “It turns out Papillon is a huge fan of your father’s work. Crazy small world, isn’t it? Now, you heard the butterfly; your shirt is boring. Go change again.”

Adrien frowned but easily let it go, turning with a shrug to head back into the closet.

“But keep those jeans!” Plagg called after him. “Your butt looks amazing in those jeans!”

As soon as Adrien had vanished into the racks of clothes, Plagg rounded on Nooroo. “If you somehow let it slip to my kid that his dad was a psychotic domestic terrorist, so help me, I will pull your wings and antennae off slowly. Do you know how long and how hard I’ve worked to keep him from finding out?”

“S-Sorry,” Nooroo cowered, looking genuinely afraid. “P-Please forgive me. I won’t make a mistake again.”

Plagg stared at his fellow kwami. “Hey. I’m not actually going to hurt you, Nooroo. I’m just going to be really mad. There’s no need to freak out like that. Are you okay?”

Nooroo gave a little shiver. “Sorry. I’m not…I’m not accustomed to being jokingly threatened. Usually when someone says they’re going to do something to me, they fully intend to carry through.”

Plagg blinked, realizing for the first time how lucky he had been to end up with a sweet kid as a user. “I think I need to burn more holes in Gabe’s cravats and move his objects when he’s not paying attention more often.”

“Please don’t. It wasn’t really that bad,” Nooroo pleaded.

“We are going to talk about this later,” Plagg hissed.

“Talk about what?” Adrien sighed, coming back into the bathroom. “What did I do?”

“Nothing,” Plagg assured. “We’re just talking about grownup stuff. Nothing for you to worry about.”

Adrien arched an eyebrow in suspicion. “Grownup stuff?”

“Kid, you are about a thousand years too young to appreciate our conversation. Go back to worrying about what Luka’s going to think of your outfit,” Plagg instructed, making a shooing gesture.

Adrien shook his head and turned to study his butt in the mirror. “You really think my butt looks good in these?”

“Fabulous! Definitely wear those jeans,” Plagg encouraged. “Maybe not that shirt, though. It’s a little…”

“Plain,” Nooroo completed. “Too understated. That’s not to say that it doesn’t look good on you, Adrien-bocchama, but I don’t think it stands out enough. If you really want to catch this boy’s eye, you’ll need something that makes your eyes pop. Maybe something in lavender or coral or plum or burgundy. Though, it’s summer, so maybe not the fall colours. Maybe go for a nice light blue.”

Plagg and Adrien stared at Nooroo.

“Papillon was really into fashion, wasn’t he?” Adrien observed.

Nooroo attempted a smile, but it came out looking brittle at best.

Adrien shook off the thought with a frown, going back to his reflection. “There are too many options. I’m not used to having to dress myself. Usually someone picks out the outfit for me, and all I have to do is wear it.” With a sigh, he took out his phone and opened up the string of texts Luka had sent the day before that had made Adrien think that a reconciliation was possible in the first place.

“What are you looking at?” Nooroo inquired tentatively, flying up to land on Adrien’s right shoulder.

Adrien tipped his phone so that Nooroo could see. “Texts from Luka,” he explained with a smile. “He was worried about me. Maybe he doesn’t hate me after all.”

Nooroo stared curiously down at the phone, reading the messages.

“hey how r u doing”

“this is luka by the way”

“i hope this is still your number”

“i was worried about u”

“im sorry i didnt know about what was going on”

“i hope youre ok”

“sorry im so stupid of course youre not ok”

“im sorry i hurt u”

“im really really sorry”

“for a lot of things”

“sorry if u dont want to hear from me”

“i couldnt stop thinking about u”

“sorry for texting u in the first place”

“i miss u angel”

“god i wish it were possible to unsend things”

“just ignore me”

“please please ignore me”

“im so sorry for bothering u”

“please take care of yourself”

Below the barrage of texts was Adrien’s answer: “Hi, Orpheus. <3”, “Can’t talk right now. I have company over.”, and “Thanks for worrying about me.”

“Oooooh.” Nooroo nodded, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “I see. He loved you too, didn’t he? He still cares about you a great deal and yearns for you too.”

Adrien nearly dropped the phone as he craned his neck to gawk at his new kwami. “W-W-What?!”

Nooroo waved his stubby arms. “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m a romantic. I see fluffy, fairytale stuff everywhere. Carry on as you were please, Adrien-bocchama.”

Adrien turned to look sharply at Plagg. “What have you been telling him?”

Plagg shrugged. “Don’t look at me. Don’t you have an outfit to pick out?”

Adrien stuck out his tongue with a snort before turning on his heel and marching back into his closet.

Nooroo flew back over to join Plagg on the lip of the bathtub. “What is the significance of the young master’s posterior? You seem to place special meaning on the fact that it looks attractive in those pants that he’s wearing.”

Plagg smirked. “Luka’s totally a butt guy.”

Nooroo frowned, visibly disturbed. “A…‘butt guy’?”

Plagg nodded. “I read something online about how supposedly guys find one particular attribute of their partners’ bodies to be most attractive. Some guys are most attracted to a woman’s chest or her legs. Luka is a butt guy. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught him ogling Adrien’s behind. And I’m sure you’ll see it eventually, but whenever Marinette is excited, she does this little butt wiggle, and Luka’s brain turns to mush. If the kid wants to catch Snake-Boy’s eye, he’s going to need to draw attention to more than just the green of his eyes.”

Nooroo hummed thoughtfully, storing this information away for later.

“I have nothing to wear!” Adrien howled in despair, coming out of the closet topless.

“Overstatement of the year,” Plagg announced. “You have enough clothes to dress an army of models. Your problem is that you don’t know how to utilize the resources you have at your disposal.”

Adrien blinked. “Resources?” He blinked again, and a bright light came into his eyes. “You’re a genius, Plagg!” Adrien darted out of his bathroom, into his room proper.

Plagg frowned. “Well, yes, but I’d like to know what kind of bad idea my genius has inspired this time.”

Adrien dashed out of his room and down the steps, calling, “Nathalie?!”

The response was almost instantaneous. Both Gabriel and Nathalie dropped what they were doing to run out into the lobby to make sure Adrien was okay.

“What happened?” Gabriel demanded, inspecting his son for damage.

“Adrien, what’s wrong? What do you need?” Nathalie was hot on her fiancé’s heels.

Gabriel frowned, confusion replacing concern. “And why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

Adrien smiled sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Sorry. False alarm. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just having a fashion emergency.”

Gabriel and Nathalie both blinked and pushed their glasses up on the bridges of their noses in tandem.

“A…fashion emergency?” Gabriel repeated, puzzled by the concept paired with his son. “You?”

Adrien’s smile dropped off into a grimace. “Yeah. It turns out that I have no fashion sense, so…I need to borrow someone else’s so I can assemble an outfit fit to leave the house in.”

Deep trenches formed in Gabriel’s brow. “You’re leaving the house? With a friend?”

Adrien pointedly avoided Gabriel’s eyes as he shrugged lackadaisically. “To meet a friend.”

“You need fashion advice, but you were calling for me?” Nathalie verified, thrown off by the entire situation.

Adrien put on a cherubic smile and nodded. “I kind of also need a mom, so…”

“Well, that rules me out,” Gabriel snorted good-naturedly. “Was there anything else you needed, Adrien?”

Adrien shook his head. “No. Thanks, Dad. I should be good.” He glanced at Nathalie. “Mom?”

Nathalie nodded, following Adrien back to his room where he explained his goal and purpose.

“Nooroo is correct,” Nathalie remarked, adjusting her glasses as she flipped through item by item on Adrien’s clothes racks. “You do want a pop of colour to accentuate your eyes…. How about this?” She held out a rose-coloured dress shirt with an embroidered design in gold thread along the left side.

Adrien frowned. “Sorry. I’m just not feeling it.”

Nathalie nodded and returned it to the rack. “That’s okay. There are plenty of options.”

“About that.” Adrien cleared his throat.

Nathalie paused mid-motion and looked up.

“I kind of hate all my clothes.” Adrien dropped his gaze to the floor as he toed at the carpeting. “That’s sort of what I wanted to talk to you about. Could you convince Dad to let me go shopping for a new wardrobe? All my clothes are…”

He looked up and around at the racks, fishing for the right word. “…so high school. I kind of want to put that behind me, put some distance between high school Adrien and me.”

Nathalie studied her foster-son’s face for a good long moment before finally nodding. “I think that’s a sentiment that your father could understand. I’m not sure how he’ll feel about you going shopping for other brands when you’re the face of ours, but…I will talk to him and see if we can somehow get you some new clothes that are more you…. Out of curiosity, what do you propose we do with the old clothes?”

Adrien’s face brightened. “Well, I’d get everything approved by Dad first in case there was anything in here that he wanted to keep as the designer, but…after that, I’d let Wayem come pick out a dozen outfits. Then I’d hold a charity auction for the rest to benefit various mental health programs and organizations in France. I mean, I have hundreds of thousands of fans. I figure at least some of them would be interested in buying my old clothes, so… How does that sound?”

Nathalie blinked in surprise. “That’s…a very wonderful idea, Adrien. It would be good publicity and benefit a good cause… I’ll see if I can make it happen.”

“You’re the best, Mom,” he cheered, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“You can thank me after I actually make it happen,” she chuckled. “For now, how about we figure out your wardrobe situation for today?”

Adrien gave an enthusiastic nod.

In the end, they settled on a white overshirt much like he usually wore, but underneath they went with a lilac t-shirt and paired it with a black tie slung jauntily around his neck.

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