#THIS AU!!!! MAN. AUGH. SOMEONE HELP ME SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN !!!!!!!!!
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doodles of a kh/isat au!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
#I NEED TO GO TO BED BUT !!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#THIS AU!!!! MAN. AUGH. SOMEONE HELP ME SOMEONE PUT ME DOWN !!!!!!!!!#okay so. okay#the main party cast could change. im still not sure about aqua and ventus being odile and bonnie respectively. especially ven#because like. idk. i dont think he works??? fully????#i mean it kind of does but also it deeply doesnt#yknow??? thoughts please#kingdom hearts#in stars and time#my art
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14, 20,22 for the positivity asks! <3
Hi Orfeo!! Thank you for these!!!
Fandom Positivity asks from this meme here.
14. A ship or character that you started liking because of someone else (give them/their works a shout out!)
Oh well immediately give me a hard question to answer why don't you? I've been really inspired by a lot of fics lately, but I have to toss this first one to @thana-topsy for Breathing Water -- Neloth/Teldryn. I didn't see it before, as I write them as friends BUT oh man. I see it now and am fully on board of this ship.
Here's a favorite moment and it's just...I love it for so many reasons. But what leads up to this, and the choices made before hand, and all the FEELS before this and after? Augh. I cannot. So I share from chapter 9:
âNeloth!â His head shot up, eyes wide. Teldryn stood there, still in full armor, the buggy eyes of his chitin helmet looking down at him. Disbelief. Followed by an emotion Neloth couldnât quite put a name to. He began to shudder, unable to stop the laughter that bubbled up and out of him. His vision went blurry as he stared at Teldynâs boots. âWhat on Nirn is wrong with you?â âI did it,â Neloth wheezed. âI actually did it.â He laughed a little louder. âTake that , Divayth Fyr, you bastard!â
Thank you for the gift that is this fic, Topsy, seriously. The ship just works.
20. Give kudos to someone who is a devoted fan (either of your own works or othersâ)
Ohhh man. Let's give a huge round of applause for @archangelsunited for not only being a phenomenal writer but also a phenomenal reader and friend. And for leaving a fuck ton of comments on my ultra long fic as well as markedly more long fics than I have finished so far in my time. Like. Hats off to you, my friend. Here's one of my favorite comments on World (chapter 8) that I'm still cackling over:
I am sorry, how dare? How dare you. My soul, it is crushed. You have lured me into despair with your words and I demand recompense. I demand a duel.
We did, in fact, duel. Twice now. (: Fandom hero, this one. Thank you, AU, always, for all the effort.
22. Give kudos to someone who deserves recognition for their contributions to the fandom (event mod, server mod, creator of rec lists, etc.)
I'm going to shout out my fellow Librarians and Assistant Librarians for helping run our little writer's cohort.
@paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @elfinismsarts and @thequeenofthewinter. You are all amazing and do fantastic work. The positivity and the mutuality and the encouragement here on tumblr, on AO3 and in our server is inspiring. Your writing, your comments, your enthusiasm and most of all your cheerleading helps make all of this not only possible but very fulfilling and worth it to participate in. More positivity in the fandom spaces we're a part is always a good thing, and the work ya'll do <3 AUGH. I cannot overstate how much I appreciate you guys.
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Handed Down from Stone
Chapter 18: Etched in Sapphire Characters: Y'zel Tia, Leonnioux Ouraux, @erickgage 's Erick Gage, @autumnslance 's Dark Autumn, and Tataru Taru Rating: T for Tipsy Notes: Thanks @autumnslance and @driftward for helping me with punctuation, and all three tagged for letting me borrow characters!
-Ishgard 1556-
The masked hero fluttered his ears as he crept along a high wall, pink tail twitching to keep his balance. His young Elezen target, unaware of his pursuit, soon headed down an alley, taking a shortcut to get to the Brume. Once well secluded, he hopped up on an overlooking bridge and looked down at the young man.
"Halt evil doer," he bellowed, blue cape flapping behind him, "Halone has judged you and you've been found wanting, Lord Ouraux! In the name of the Fury, I've come to punish you!"
Leonnioux looked up, visoring his brow and giving a little squint, "Y'zel?"
"No! I'm the Wooly Warrior!"
"...what?"
"Sardine shuriken," the boy called out, tossing six frozen fish at the other.
"Augh! Are these fish!? What the heck Y'zel!"
"Had enough, evil doer!?"
"I don't understand what's even going on! Come down here now!"
"Not until you repent for your crimes against my da- I mean Au Ra everywhere! Ice Spike," the masked Miqo'te called out before raising his hands over his head.
Leonnioux looked down, finding himself standing in a pool of ice that just barely lifted little points up into his boots. Clenching his fists, he yanked each foot free then squatted down before launching himself upward and into the Wooly Warrior, tackling him against the plank bridge before sitting up and huffing in annoyance.Â
"Gotcha, er, Wooly Warrior! The uh⊠Azure Avenger won't be stopped by your parlor tricks," the Elezen boy fumbled before starting to tickle the young hero's sides.
The poor masked Miqo'te rolled around in agony, trying to kick away before tanking the other's ankle with his tail to disrupt his balance. Crawling away, he hopped up and started whipping his tail at his frenemy, "Tail Screw!!"
Leonnioux recoiled, shielding himself from the fluffy pink appendage before finding the other hightailing it away. Blinking, the Elezen tilted his head then stood up to dust himself off.
"I'll get you next time," the Wooly Warrior called out before disappearing into the street, leaving Leon confused and slightly annoyed.
-Gage Acquisitions Headquarters, Present -
A hush had fallen over the Goblet. It had been an uneventful evening, save for a Scion popping in to have a meeting with the directors of Gage Acquisitions with the intention of discussing future trade propositions as she expanded her brand. All-in-all, it should have been uneventfulâŠbut in the wake of Zoissette Vauban's sabbatical and being booted from the lawyer's office, Y'zel Tia had a bit too much free time on his handsâŠ
Leonnioux had thought a touch of Green Selene would calm the Miqo'te's nerves, the green liquor putting many out after a few shots. Unfortunately, the well intentioned Elezen had not been apprised of just how lightweight his love was. The shot was downed and then a secondâŠand shortly after Y'zel had mentioned something about getting justice and was gone.
Sometime after the halls echoed with the sounds of footsteps, someone running down the hall accompanied by something that slapped loudly each time its feet hit the ground. Peaking out of the bar, Leonnioux went pale, seeing a blue-masked Miqo'te round the corner and hurry upstairs toward the office, Alpaku at his side.Â
"Erick Gage! The hero of -hic- justice is here," Y'zel's voice boomed through the halls.
A mix of laughter sounded followed by the boss screaming "What on Thal's name are you wearing Y'zel!?"
Leonnioux hurried down the hall, hissing as he felt pain shoot up his legs, starting to hop a little. Bracing himself on the stairway, he looked up groaning as Y'zel continued his stupor.
"I don't know this Y'zel you speak of! But I'm sure he wasâŠisâŠa fine lawyer! I'm the Wooly Warrior, and this is my sidekick, the Raging Ram! We're defenders of justice and -hic- we're here to deliver!"
Leonnioux clamored up the stairs as he felt Y'zel's cool aether start to flow down from above. The mixed laughter continued.
"I was wondering what he was going to use that outfit for," Tartaru Taru's voice mused.
"Y'zel, please come down before you hurt yourself," Dark Autumn's voice sounded stern but with lingering amusement.
"Get off the damn table-"
Erick's voice was interrupted as a loud wet slap sounded out through the halls followed by Tataru and Dark's laughter.
"D-Did you just throw a swiven tuna at me!? On my new suit!? That's it! I'm sending you back to whatever alley Ioh plucked you from, cat!"
Arriving at the door, Leonnioux found Y'zel swaying on the table while Erick held the large flopping tuna out in front of him in disgust.
"By the Fury! I am so sorry, Mister Gage. I just gave him a little Green Selene-"
"The green-fairy!? Has everyone lost their damn minds," the boss shouted, tossing the tuna to Dark before scruffing Y'zel by his costume's collar.
With a fling, he chucked Y'zel into Leonnioux's arms, the Elezen silently praying that Halone would smite him and the Miqo'te where they stood. "This is my faultâŠI'll bear the responsibility. Y'zel was just a bit down about his shortcomings as a lawyer and I thought I might treat him to something top shelf."
Erick pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a loud sigh. "Well, then he shouldn't have come looking for a job in law in the first place."
"Well, actually, Y'zel was employed as a researcher given his education and ties with the Gubal Restoration Effort. Zoissette just happened to be in need of a paralegal at the time," Dark corrected, moving to the aquarium in the hall to put the tuna into.
"Wait. Really," Erick asked.
"Yes. Our Wooly Warrior here has helped the Scions authenticate certain documents from time to time," Tataru agreed.
"I do remember a point when we were young where Zel had stumbled upon a forgery hanging in the Vault. He typically had his head in some sort of art or history bookâŠI think they witch-dropped the fellow below that procured it. Something about smuggling the original," Leonnioux mused, moving a passed out Y'zel over his shoulder.
"Well, regardless-," Erick started.
"His extended family has forum members among them if I remember correctly. Ones that have floated us a few contracts," Dark added.
"Where there's Gil, there's a way. Sober him up and have him come to my office in the morning to start appraising our collection," Erick said, holding out his arms and looking down at the water stains on his jacket, "Throwing a damn fish. Does he want the building to be overrun by stray cats? This is how you get overrun by stray cats!"
Leonnioux exhaled as he turned, holding Y'zel's limp body against him, getting a little reassuring pat from Dark as he passed. Returning below with the Alpaku, he put Y'zel in the bath and let him rest with the bird. Costume hung up, he smiled, taking it to his own quarters to fold up and put in a box along with the knife Y'zel had given him for Starlight years before.
#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#ff14#ffxiv miqo'te#ffxiv oc#ff xiv#y'zel tia#leonnioux ouraux#erick gage#dark autumn#tararu taru#the wooly warrior#gage Aquistions#gage Aquistions and allies#handed down from Stone#etched in sapphire#etched in Wool
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Thoughts on, Invader Zim Quarterly: Holiday Special
WEEEE WISH YOU A MERRY JINGLY WE WISH YOU A MERRY JINGLY!
Ahhhhh Itâs out! Iâm so excited!
But I always get excited when it has my man Membrane and my man Eric Trueheart involved with the comics.Â
Also santa..  Tbh, I was excited and nervous about this quarterly.Â
Excited because it has Membrane santa backstory...
But I was nervous because that it means they might bring back the santa-blob monster from the Holiday special on the TV... and The Christmas special is one of my least favorite IZ episodes...  I mean... I rewatch it occasionally, and itâs fun, but Iâm just kinda used to IZ having more BITE in itâs satire if you know what I mean? The Christmas Special in the IZ universe doesnât really say anything about the capitalism of Christmas... itâs not like IZ hasnât made fun of capitalism before. (thatâs the whole show) The Christmas Special in the show just kinda fell flat of my expectations of what an Invader Zim episode should be....
The only thing I respect the Holiday Special for, is that it goes down the âSanta isnât realâ route in a kidâs show and sticks to it. (thereâs no âreal santaâ that shows up and âsolves everythingâ) All of the âSantaâs Helpersâ confused the Santa mythos with the Christianity Jesus mythos. (âwaiting one day for his returnâ) Which makes sense, since IZ is like dystopian future Suburbia Hell. I just kinda like that thereâs no âreal santaâ that interfered to âfix everythingâ and that Zim himself ended up CREATING Santa when he didnât exist previously. Like I find that kinda cool...
Other then that, I just kinda wanted something else from the Hoilday special then what I got. (It taking priority over scrapped episodes like âthe trailâ and âTen minutes to doomâ and âmopiness of doomâ does not help itâs case in being one of my C-tier episodes...)Â
So maybe this quarterly will fill the void of what I wanted out of a Holiday special? Well, letâs see.Â
SPOILERS FOR THE QUARTERLY BELOW THE CUT
Ways to get Dana off-board immediately: Monster Santa is canon.Â
I always never liked to view the special as canon for ways that it fell flat before.
And I had the excuse of saying that the snowman was an unreliable narrator and I could adapt it down the line in my fic as a different story.Â
I just didnât like the idea of Monster-horror-blob santa... Like... Cool design... but he just kinda represents everything I disliked about the special... (including the major inconsistency of when Takâs ship got fixed...)
But then again.. I need to remember IZâs lore isnât as consistent as I think it is sometimes...Â
Okay, fine. Monster blob santa real... what else you got for me, Holiday special?
FACE HUGGER SANTA! FACE HUGGER SANTA! I AM NOT INTO IT!Â
WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! NO. DANA HATES THIS!
Okay, kinda into it because this means that ZIM CREATED SANTA in this mythos... I am dying.... wait.. this takes place in the future then...soo...?
haoFhaGHAOhfggÂ
It was all a dream?! Â
GOOD.
my heart couldnât take it if horror-santa was real...Â
Also... that nightcap and bed... Does this mean weâre going to have an Invader Zim Christmas Carol?!?!?! I know thatâs been adapted a schmillion times but I would be so into that....Â
Also... Flying... hamm...
Good olâ Zim... Repressing those memories... Â
Also this being the THIRD ETF reference in a quarterly, It can be very safe to say the Quarterly issues take place after the events of ETF.
Clembrane exists in the Quarterly, Membrane has robot arms, Zim remembers this (kinda)Â Yeah this is definately ETF verse and itâs here to stay.Â
Christmas Carol?! Iâm down for this... and I canât help but notice their claws look familiar
OH HOLY HELL I WAS RIGHT! THESE GUYS! I LOVE THESE GUYS?!
Why are you here tho?
Iâm a bit lost on why these guys wanta take over the earth, but theyâre hilarious so Iâm just glad theyâre here.
Also...  The Christmas Special is Schrodinger's Christmas... did it happen, or was it a dream, or the tales of a lunatic snowman... I guess Iâll never know.Â
The issue goes on for an IZ Christmas Carol parody (heck yea) and the visions are all hilarious and Iâm not gonna spoil them here... but...
Eric.... this is terrifying..........thanks I hate it.Â
TINY DIB THOUGH! GHAOGHAHGAHAHA
THIS IS GREAT
THE MORE DIB SUFFERS THE MORE I LOVE IT!
âThough I am Dib and sickly fatherâ
Iâm dying XDDDDD
Also... What the fuck is Zimâs reaction here...Â
I find it funny that Zim has put Dib into simulated realities before... (in the show and comics) and in the show, Dib is all powerful and in the comics, Dib is just himself and Zim is his brother..
But seeing a simulated Dib all weak and pathetic and chronically ill BOTHERS ZIM?!?!
Thatâs... well thatâs interesting.Â
Thought heâd laugh at this honestly, but he seems greatly annoyed...Â
I CHANGED MY MIND! THIS IS THE BEST THING!Â
(those who know me know why Iâm dying over this)
YES!!!
ZIM DOESNâT LIKE WHEN PEOPLE FEEL BAD FOR HIM OR PITY HIM!Â
(which confirms like a lot of my hcs and adds spicy kindling to my au much mad respect)Â
This I find interesting... Zim complepative over his lonely/abandoned grave. Itâs like he really doesnât know how to feel. Itâs more of a numbness then a sadness. Or he noticed how empty his life is...Â
He feels lonely and empty about it... which tracks considering how Zimâs greatest fear in the Trial was to be deleted and never be remembered by anyone.Â
I donât know... This panel makes me feel things...
Johnen: Haha. Zimâs not that deep a character.
Eric: Hey for the Christmas special, letâs have Zim parody a Christmas carol and feel lonely staring at his own empty grave when he realizes no one cares about him or misses him.
Johnen: Cool. Do it.Â
What are you two assholes doing to me, man?! I have feelings!Â
AND ONCE AGAIN!
Zim hates pity and people feeling bad and sorry for him.Â
Man this makes me so sad... And it really feels like this issue looked into my brain again, cause I have some plans relating to Zim not wanting sympathy or pity from anyone later down the line (okay Iâll shut up about my au. Weâre talking Zim here)
And of course, Zim breaks everything like he usually does. (this time on purpose)
Also nice callback that Zim remembered that Dib said he liked his boots one time in the Poop-wizard issue.Â
Also, it ends? I guess this quarterly has a few shorter stories this time... which Iâm fine with.Â
Also, Zim should consider Green and Blue like D-list friends at this point and just invite them in for some fundip or something (come on, Zim, itâs Christmas.....)Â
GASP!?!?!
LITTLE MEMBRANE!!!
AND GRANDPARENTS CONFIRMED!!!Â
Wait... so his Parents are scientists too? Is that why he always wanted to be a scientist?
But then wait.... If Membrane inherited Membrane Labs from his parents... Why is HIS FACE the brand of the Company?..... Thereâs so much Membrane-face brand merch in the show. (it decorates his home..)Â
Like even if they were dead, if his parents founded Membrane labs, I feel theyâd still be the face. of the company... (thatâs how a lot of corporate faces are these days... they show some old dead guy who made the company as opposed to the son who inherited the Company.... Like everyone knows who Walt Disney/Mickey Mouse is, but unless you pay close attention to that kinda thing, not everyone knows who the current chairman or CEO is in the modern age....)
I just find that a bit odd.Â
Anyways... I feel people can still do what they want with Membraneâs parents and get away with it. Iâm not changing my âhis parents were farmersâ headcanon. Sorry comic..
BUT I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS.
I love how Membrane looks a lot like his mother, and his father is just BUFF GAZ with a pipe.... Truely legends.Â
GASP!!!
COLLEGEBRANE COLLEGEBRANE COLLEGEBRANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOOKOUT DIB, THIS IS YOUR FUTURE!
I FUCKING LOVE HOW OILY HE LOOKS.. AND IT ADDS UP CAUSE...
The Membrane Men when they donât shower or bathe in months.....
Someone help these two.
(thank god Membrane got better at personal hygiene.)Â
Also Teenbrane STILL has his human arms and not his robo-arms.
This means he loses his arms later in life... YUSH HORRAY FOR HEADCANNONS BEING VALIDATED!
He didnât lose his arms in a shark accident when he was a KID! It happened WAY LATER!
NICE!
OH MY GOD HE IS BABY!
HE IS SO SHY AND ACKWARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
I LOVE HIM!
He is just... all sweat and hiding his work but also very passionate and spiteful.Â
Like you can see who he grew up to become, and you can also see how a kid like Dib came out of a man like him...
But I love social anxiety awkward early twenties/late teens Membrane... He is a baby!Â
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
MEMBRANE ;w;
Basically, Membrane knows that Santa isnât real, but he doesnât want to be mad at his parents so he harbors a grudge on Santa instead... THATâS SO SWEET IâM CRYINGÂ TTmTT
LIKE THAT IS SO SWEET AND IâM CRYING!
(also I love how me and Ceph understand Membraneâs character too well that the gesture he does in the 2nd panel here are reminisant of our fic so many times... Like we have his mannerisms down and I love when the mask slips from Membrane and we get to see a real person... augh soo good)Â
WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT TO MAKE MY MAN THIS SAD?! ONLY I CAN MAKE HIM SAD!
MEMBRANE TTMTT
AUUUGHH
Also probably guessing the parents are dead...  Iâm just laughing at their designs...Â
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Yes you are, Professor Membrane... Donât let anyone tell you different. (actually, please do) Well, I mean,  At least youâre trying and get progressively better.
(also... this probably means everytime Dib has asked his Dad for a dangerous weapon to fight Zim with, Membrane just gives it to him no questions asked and Iâm doing a MAJOR concern about this manâs parenting skills... get help please good sir!)Â
Also, Dib really saved the day again here (like he did in Dibâs big day)
Dib called about destroying santa when Membrane was in one of his lowest points... He hides it really well...  Especially from his children..
Ah.. I loved that one.
But Iâm a huge Membrane Simp though.
I did find the stuff about Membraneâs parents a little weird... like I said regarding how Membraneâs face is the brand of Membrane labs...
Could be true that they were other scientists and that Membrane founded Membrane labs later... but that seems highly unlikely...Â
Also... Why does the house look that hug when in the christmas special, it looked kinda like...well... just not that, and kinda more humble from the interior and not some big rocket lab...
So yeah... AMAZING character building for Membrane (which I eat up)
Hilarious Grandparent Designs. But I still prefer @esthyradlerâ âs Grandparents. The superior Grandparents.
Anyways... The Quarterly was GREAT!Â
I kinda find it funny the Zim story is the weaker one of the two again... But I honestly blame the Christmas Horror blob connection and the Christmas Carol parody.Â
Or maybe my Membrane Bias is clouding my mind here. I do have Zim bias but sometimes Zim can frustrate me. Thereâs just so many times Zim can do and say the same things you know? Zim is my baby, but sometimes his denial and annoyance with everyone can be very predictable at points. Zim was just way more fun in the last quarterly than this one.Â
With Membrane itâs more of a blank slate what to do with him cause he ony started really mattering as a character since ETF. Yes, I do love show Membrane, but I admit he wasnât exactly a character then. More of a presence and excuse for why Dib had access to lab equipment. With Dibâs Dilemma and this Hoilday special, the Quarterly folks seem determined to turn him into a fully realized character with the rest of the cast and Iâm extremely excited to hear that!
(Computer issue/backstory WHEN?!)Â
I donât really have ratings or systems for these but hope you liked my thoughts.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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A Miraculous Journey of Self Discovery
Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir: Rewritten, Trans AU.Â
A long time ago, I decided to make my own rewrite of the Miraculous Ladybug show, do it in my own way so that things could progress the way I would like, for characters to grow and develop in personality and strength. Write my own way for the miraculous to be empowered, to be a bigger deal, to mean more than what they mean in the show. And, along the way, I saw @wintertundra-art's Trans Adrien and Marinette AU, and I wanted to see if I could incorporate that into this rewrite. And, with her permission and cooperation, I was able to get the first chapter, Origins: Part One completed! I'm excited to see where this goes from here!
So, as a christmas gift to you all, Enjoy a miraculous rewrite, and trans representation! If you haven't already, go check out @wintertundra-art and her wonderful AU! And, if you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask too.
Iâve decided to rate it as Teen and Up Audiences, and you can read it here on AO3! It currently sits at 12,265 words
Origins: Part One
(Summary: Eons ago, powerful artifacts were forged, infused with power that humans can only dream of, they were made to be anchors to beings of immense power. Centuries ago, two of the more powerful miraculous were lost, the Butterfly of Emotion and the Peacock of Soul. Now, the Butterfly has been awoken, and is in the hands of someone who want's to corrupt the Butterfly's power and use it for their own nefarious wants. The only way to stop this from happening is to bring balance, and only the most powerful Miraculous can do so: The Black Cat of Destruction, and the Ladybug of Creation. )
A man opens up a broach, revealing the smiling image of a blonde haired, green eyed woman. His breath hitches just a bit as he locks eyes with her image. With slightly shaking hands, he closes the broach and he looks to a floating, violet creature with big, purple eyes, and a swirl on its head that is the same shade as its eyes. Little butterfly wings extend from its back.
âNooroo,â his tone is sharp, cold, calculating. Terrifying. âTell me where to find the other Miraculous.â
âI-I do not know...â the being named Nooroo answers, bowing its head slightly.
The man narrows his eyes.
Several thousand years ago, possibly eons ago, powerful pieces of magical jewelry were forged, each serving as an anchor to beings of extreme power. Beings that are the embodiment of concepts that the minds of simple humans canât even begin to comprehend, concepts like The Four Elements, The Mind, The Heart, The Soul, The Body, Energy, and even of Destruction and Creation itself.
These jewels were named âMiraculousâ. They canât be destroyed; whether that is due to the material they are made from, or the bonds they have with the beings, known as kwami, no one knows.
These Miraculous were created for the sole purpose of aiding the human race. And with their use, myths and legends of large, humanoid creatures, capable of unfathomable feats of strength and power arose.
And according to legend, whoever holds both of the two most powerful Miraculous, the anchors to the beings of Destruction and Creation, Death and Life, will be as powerful as a god.
And with that power, the ability to do whatever they want.
And he must have these Miraculous. He must have the power to become God.
His life, his happiness, all heâs worked for, all heâs done, the fate of his family, it all depends on him getting those Miraculous.
âVery well.â He says finally, but he turns his cold gaze to the poor being. âTell me, Nooroo, what are the properties of your Miraculous.â
The being named Nooroo looks up at this man, its eyes weary. âThat is the Miraculous of the Butterfly. It derives its power from the heart; it will allow you to sense the emotions of anyone around you in a certain radius, and through this you will be able to give others powers and abilities. These people will then become your devoted followers, your champions.â Nooroo straightens back up, puffing out its little chest.
A sickening smile creeps its way across the manâs face. âYou are saying, Nooroo, that I can give supernatural powers to the ordinary; and they will, in turn, do anything I tell them to do.â It isnât a question. Itâs a statement. His mind is already circulating with different situations. At this, Nooroo deflates a bit, drooping.
âW-well, no, not really. You can give powers to someone you deem fit, but you canât really control them. Theyâll just be able to communicate with you, and vice versa, and you will be able to help them along the way.â
The smile does not leave the manâs face, âYou said your powers are derived from the heart, yes?â Nooroo nods, itâs eyes widening. âI may not be able to control them directly... but I can to some degree.â
At this, Noorooâs eyes fly open, his mouth dropping open. âTh-thatâs-thatâs not what the butterfly is intended-â
âI will do what I want!â The man cuts in, his tone forceful, he emphasizes his words with a stomp to the ground. âI am your master. You will do what I say, and you will not disobey me.â Noorooâs eyes blow wide again, and it opens its mouth to say something, but nothing comes out of its mouth. It is unable to say anything. In itâs eyes, terror is clear. Dejectedly, Nooroo bows itâs head and body. âYes, Master.â
This brings the man even more sickening joy.
âNooroo, we will find those Miraculous.â Then man takes a step forward and lifts Noorooâs chin up. âAnd we will do it by any means necessary.â
He takes a step back and fastens the broach to his shirt.Â
âNooroo, dark wings, rise.â
Nooroo is sucked into the broach and violet light rushes up the manâs body, transforming his clothes. When the light dies down, the man is wearing black, skin tight, laceless dress shoes. Purple, almost skintight pants. Heâs wearing a purple suit jacket and black latex-like gloves. The collar folds up at the front like a paper airplane, the broach sitting in the middle, two black, shimmering, almost rubber like lapels that start just below the paper airplane collar, form around it and go up to protrude from off the shoulders about 25 centimeters. His neck and face, save for the area around his mouth, is covered by a silver material. His eyes are violet.Â
âFrom now on...â he looks at the big metal, circular window cover, his violet eyes glistening with malice. âI will be known as Hawkmoth!â
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Sleeping in the brass horn of the fake record player that houses the miracle box is a small green creature, with a head much larger than the rest of his body, who looks like a miniature turtle. His body is a light-ish green, with patches of darker green. His head has some subtle scales, but is mostly smooth. Its abdomen, and the back of his arms and legs are covered in dark green scales. A turtle shell rests on his back.
Something startles Wayzz from his peaceful sleep in the fake record playerâs bell, his eyes shooting open and revealing that they are completely yellow with dark green pupils. Something pulsates through the air, a powerful, corruptive wave of energy with a hint of something else behind it.Â
Itâs... an old, familiar energy. It pulsates through the air again before dissipating slightly, then pulsating again. Like a heartbeat.Â
One that doesnât bode well.Â
This energy... itâs from Nooroo... but... itâs tainted. It might just be from time apart, that could be why his energy feels... wrong.Â
Malicious. Cold.Â
Unwelcome...Â
But... it could also be something else... something far more terrible than someone accidentally picking up and activating Itâs Miraculous.Â
Itâs an energy that accompanies An unwelcome wielder. Itâs Noorooâs distress call.Â
Wayzz bursts from the fake record playerâs bell and into Master Fuâs side, jolting him, stilling his fingers on his patientâs back.Â
The little old man, wearing a red Hawaiian t-shirt, grey slacks and brown sandals, turns to the little green kwami.Â
âWhat is it?â He whispers, his fingers returning to work at the young manâs back.Â
âMaster! I felt an odd energy.âÂ
Master Fu pauses in his work again, furrowing his brows in thought. After another secondâs deliberation, he tells Wayzz to hide, then quickly ushers his patient out the door, promising to see him next week.Â
With the door closed, he turns back to his kwami. âWhat kind of energy?â His tone is solemn and wary.Â
âMaster, it was Norooâs. It was Noorooâs distress call. Itâs in trouble!âÂ
The old masterâs eyes widen in shock, his mouth hanging open for a second before he sets it into a hard line. âVery well then, Wayzz. We must find him at once!âÂ
Wayzz winces for a split second, humanâs have never understood how one can be referred to by pronouns other than he/him, or she/her, and the Master doesnât seem to catch on to Wayzz calling Nooroo by Itâs preferred pronouns. But Wayzz refuses to not use Itâs preferred pronouns. He would never do that to his friend.
The old master stands up straight, holding up his right wrist, his other hand bracing it. âTime to transform... Wayzz-â
âCrack!â
ïżœïżœAugh, oh...â Master Fu groans as he falls to the ground, muted groans escaping his throat.Â
âMaster, please be reasonable! You are-âÂ
âStill young!â Fu cuts in, â Iâm only 186!...â he grunts as he stands back up. âbut I can no longer do this alone... we will need help.âÂ
He walks over to the fake record player, and Wayzz looks away as Master Fu puts in the code to open up the record player.Â
Within seconds, the middle slides open, and a black box with red, ornate, ancient Chinese characters on it is lifted from the cavity in the record player.Â
Before he opens the box, he looks to Wayzz; the kwami has been with him for most of his life... theyâve been through a lot together. So, Wayzz is certain that they surely think the same thing.Â
Allowing those Miraculous to be out in the open, even if it is just to recover Nooroo from its captor, itâs incredibly risky. But... Wayzz has a certain feeling about this, it may be a risky move, but it feels like the right one. If they are to recover Nooroo, and if Itâs had Its powers abused by a corrupted heart, they will need to cleanse and balance itâs Miraculous; and only those of Creation and Destruction can do so. As Fu takes out those two Miraculous, Wayzz nods his agreement. Hopefully... hopefully this doesnât go wrong.
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For the next few days, Fu looks for two people who fit the parameters for these two Miraculous. They need to be kind, and selfless... those two traits arenât too hard to find. But for the Miraculous of Creation, he needs to find someone who has the mind to handle the complexity, the heart to consider the options, the soul to value everyone, the body to meet the physical requirements and the energy to withstand it all.
They need to be of the right age too, for if they are too young, their mind could snap, their heart could burst, their soul could be irreparably damaged, their body could shrivel⊠just like his did when he was a boy.Â
Finding someone who meets all these requirements is grueling, but itâs the only way to make sure they donât face life long detriments. Â
Fu finds himself in a bakery, looking over everyone he can see as he simultaneously looks for what pastry to get for himself. The people he finds donât fit what this Miraculous needs, and he gets no reaction from the box containing the being who embodies Creation itself. He is about to give up on his search for a suitable wielder for Tikki when a feeling of warmth pulsates through his body, emanating from the box Tikkiâs Miraculous resides in.Â
He looks up, and is greeted with the sight of the bakerâs daughter, a young girl with black hair, Asian features, and beautiful grey eyes. She talks animatedly with the customers, smiling so brightly and with such warmth in her eyes, she makes it seem like she makes friends with everyone she meets.Â
But sheâs too young, she doesnât look to be more that 14 years old, he will not put the stress of being the wielder of Creation on a child. His body was crippled when he wore his Miraculous when he was too young, and his Miraculous is substantially less powerful than Creation. He will not the the reason for the death of a child.Â
He moves on.Â
But Tikki is insistent, if the way the box burns in his pocket is any indication.Â
Reluctantly, he turns to his kwami companion, Wayzz, and nods to him, making a mental note to have Wayzz watch this girl. He can only hope that he finds someone better suited for Creation.Â
When out of the bakery, Wayzz whispers in his ear, âAre you sure giving a Miraculous â especially one of such magnitude â to a child is a good idea?â
Fu pulls out and bites into a pastry, his facial features dark. âI do not know, my friend. I refuse to give a Miraculous to someone so young, especially one that is so powerful. However, Tikki is insisting on this girl. I hope to find someone who is suited for Tikki, and is older, but we must be prepared for the event that we have to give this girl this responsibility.â
Wayzz sighs, âAlright, Master.âÂ
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The next day, Fu makes his way to the bakery â those pastries are to die for! â but heâs in a sour mood. He hasnât been able to get Tikki to react to any other person, she is insistent on this bakery girl. Heâs keeping an eye out for someone else, but heâs starting to believe he has no other choice.Â
Just as he rounds the corner, the box that houses the Black Cat Miraculous of Destruction sends a chilling wave of energy through Fuâs body, and he stops in his tracks. Plagg has sensed someone he wants to choose. Fu starts looking around, going through all the parameters the wielder of Destruction needs to have: They need to have a mind strong enough to resist temptation, a heart kind enough to give mercy to those around them, a soul to see the good and bad, a body to withstand the effects the Miraculous of Destruction has on wielders, and the ability to rein in Plaggâs energy.Â
Everyone he looks at is wrong, and they incite no reaction from Plagg, but then he sees a young man with blond hair, green eyes, and fair skin in the park. Heâs sitting on a bench, looking crestfallen. To his right, cameras and photographers are setting up around him. There are other children playing at the park, and the young man is staring at them with a longing gaze.Â
The hope in Fuâs eyes dies down as he realizes that Plaggâs chosen is one that is, once again, too young,Â
He doesnât want this, he doesnât want to put them through this, but if Tikki wonât change her mind, Plagg most definitely wont.Â
Resigned, Fu turns around and starts going to the bakery, making a note to look into this boy. He looks up and finds himself looking at a poster advertisement for Agreste Fashion, and the boy he was just looking at is on it.Â
It seems finding information on this boy will not be as hard as he thought.Â
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As he continues to watch the bakery girl, he sees just how kind and selfless she is. She routinely offers help in the bakery as often as she can. She lights up talking to customers about fashion â apparently, sheâs quite fond of fashion, especially the Agreste brand, how fascinating â how she lifts full bags of flour with only a few grunts and wobbles here and there. Fuâs found that she created the design for the bakery sign. As well as the menu board. She is truly creative. And, if his hearing does not fail him, she even bakes some of the pastries from time to time.Â
Tikki grows more and more insistent on choosing this girl, and Fu has resigned himself to the fact that he will be putting them through things he never wished to put anyone through again. If he is going to give her the Miraculous of Creation, he must be there to mentor her. He must be able to guide her through all of this. Hopefully she can handle this and he isnât sending her to her death.Â
Now... the young man, the child model... he wasnât quite sure at first, and he was getting ready to have a long argument with Plagg. He just seemed to be a boy longing for the time to play with others. But, as he continued to pursue knowledge about this boy -- his name being Adrien -- heâs found that he is praised for his kindness, and heâs seen that in video recordings of interviews with the boy. Wayzz has told him that when he has photoshoots at the park, when he sees kids fall down, he twitches almost imperceptibly. As though he wants to go over and pick them up. And when he watches parents with their difficult kids, he seems to want nothing more than to help.Â
Fu has seen the way he smiles at his bodyguard, at his scheduler, the photographers, the other models, it seems to be completely genuine.Â
He harbors a heart that wants to do good, that wants to do nothing but help, his soul longs for the freedom to be selfless, but it is unable to. And Plagg has latched onto this boy.
He must be able to guide these two young people. He must not allow them to go through this alone.Â
Late at night in his apartment, Fu sits before two small pieces of paper on his kitchen table, writing two identical notes to put in the boxes containing the Black Cat Miraculous and the Ladybug Miraculous.Â
They are to meet him at the base of the Effiel Tower at 22:00, but in order for this to work, he must give them the miraculous at the same time, which means he must execute his challenges before it is too late.Â
Suddenly, Wayzz flies up to his face and bows before speaking. âMaster! I just sensed Nooroo transform Its captor! It was powerful, whoever has Nooroo is powerful.â
Fu stops writing and strokes his goatee. If he remembers correctly, the first day of the French school year is in three, almost two days. This means that he doesnât have much time to issue his challenges to these kids, and even less time to train them. He must act now. âThank you, Wayzz, we must act soon, before it is too late!â
Fu finishes writing the notes and places them on top of the boxes containing the Miraculous of Destruction and Creation, before he goes to bed.
The next day, Fu makes his way to the bakery. He doesnât know how to issue his challenge, but it will come to mind eventually. It is the day before the first day of school, and there will be no lack of heightened emotions, and paired with the power that Nooroo has over emotions, who knows when Noorooâs captor will strike?
Suddenly, Adrien bursts through the bushes, sprinting his way to the school. He has a pleased smile on his face, and hope in his eyes. He reaches the school, and stops, looking up at it, sighing in admiration.Â
A car passes by, Adrien whips around, looking at the car, but finds that it is not something he needs to worry about. He relaxes and starts to open the door to the school when three kids burst from the nearby park and speed their way on bikes across the street toward a nearby intersection. He looks at these kids, furrowing his brows.Â
Then, a rumbling sounds, Adrien whips around to look, and there is a car coming down their way. And, by the looks of things, the car isnât slowing down, and neither are the kids.
Fu waits in silence as Adrien seems more confused than ever, looking between the car and the kids, taking a few steps from the school toward the intersection. When it is evident that neither the kids nor the car will stop on their own, he takes action, rushing forward and waving his arms.Â
Two of the kids look at him, then at the car coming down the road, and as though it is their first time seeing it, they skid to a stop. But the kid in the middle, a girl with pink hair keeps going, her head turned toward the two kids who stopped, hair whipping around under her helmet. She seems to glare at them and then at the oncoming car. Â
Adrien seems to sigh, looking frantically between the rapidly approaching kid and car.Â
He looks back to the pink haired girl, and sets his jaw. Clearly set on a course of action. He takes a few long steps toward the street just as she comes by and grabs her arm, forcing her to fall from her bike, but the bike continues onward into the street.Â
Where it promptly gets crushed by the car, while the driver looks up from their phone and honks as they drive away.
As the pink haired girl sits there shocked, Adrien stands there awkwardly. But, after a second, the girl stands up and punches Adrienâs arm before seemingly telling him off. All Adrien does is furrow his brows, confused.Â
Fu walks away with a small smile.Â
He has a feeling this might actually work out well.Â
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An alarm jerks Marinette awake from her dreamless sleep. With a groan, she blindly gropes around her bed to find her phone, but when she finds it, she only manages to push it from her bed down onto the floor.Â
The alarm doesnât stop, and Marinette canât decide if she should be relieved, or annoyed.Â
With a resigned sigh, she slips from her bed, mourning the lost warmth of her covers, and climbs down her ladder. She picks up her phone and inspects it for cracks.Â
Somehow, for some reason, it doesnât have any. Thank the beings that rule the universe, her phone is indestructible! She doesnât know how many times sheâs dropped her phone, but it doesnât even have a scratch!
Sluggishly, she goes to her closet, trying to decide on what to wear, looking over everything and battling that feeling of unease she feels every time she looks in her closest; but ultimately decides to put it aside, sheâll just eat breakfast in her pajamas.Â
She doesnât even want to look at her messy, black hair, her body, the bags that are surely to be under her eyes. Sheâs always loved her eyes, her Maman is from China and has grey eyes, while her Papa grew up locally in Paris with blue eyes; but her eyes are amazing, theyâre grey with a ring of blue around the pupil. She canât help but think of her parents when she looks into her eyes. She doesnât have as much Asian features as she would like, but she has her eyes, her black hair, and a slight Asian facial bone structure.Â
Rubbing sleep from her eyes she starts going downstairs, not really wanting to face the day. Not wanting to fight to feel good.Â
Itâs the first day of school. The first day of CollĂ©ge. And, for some reason, Marinette has a strong feeling that ChloĂ© Bourgeois is in her class again.Â
One would think that the spoiled brat that is the daughter of the Mayor would be in private school. But, for some reason unknown to all but the two Bourgeois and the beings that rule the universe, she still attends public school; despite all of her complaining. And the bullying.Â
She really, really does not want school to start.Â
With a big yawn, she opens the trap door.Â
âMarinette! School starts soon! You donât want to be late for your first day back at school!âÂ
Wincing from the early morning yelling, Marinette suppresses another yawn, calling out a small âComing...â before climbing down the stairs.
When she reaches the bottom, she finds her Maman smiling at her from the kitchen. She smiles back, already feeling the grasp of sleep start to slip away. âThereâs my beautiful girl!âÂ
Despite the warmth that fills her being when around her Maman, Marinette canât help but feel uneasy with being called beautiful. Itâs probably because of Chloe bullying her, sheâll get over it.Â
She gives her maman a kiss on the cheek, leaning down just a bit. When she was younger, she wondered why she was taller than her maman. But, after an awkward talk with her parents, sheâs realized that she just inherited the taller genes from her Papa, but got the skinnier genes from her Maman.Â
âGood morning!âÂ
âYeah...â she grumps, âIâll bet you anything that ChloĂ© is in my class again...â she sighs as she sits down at the kitchen table, where her Maman has already set out a cereal bowl, a milk jug, spoon, her favorite cereal, and a bowl of fruit. Uncapping the milk jug, she pours it into the bowl.
âFour years in a row?! Is that possible?â Her Maman exclaims, putting something in the sink behind her.Â
âDefinitely... Lucky me!â Marinette rolls her eyes, pouring in some chocolate cereal flakes.Â
âOh! Donât say that! Itâs the start of a new year, Iâm sure everything will be just fine!â Her Maman says resolutely, brushing a hand against her hair. And who can argue with such sound logic? Not Marinette.
Nodding, feeling her spirits rise just a bit, she places the tub of cereal flakes down. But, with just a slight miscalculation of how hard to set it down, a chain reaction of terrible, ill boding events happens.Â
The vibrations send an orange rolling down a conveniently placed bread stick, right to and over another conveniently placed knife. Which then sends the orange into the milk jug, the knife into a bowl of sugar cubes; sending a few flying with such velocity that as it collides with the cereal tub, it tips it over. And, as her spirits plummet, the orange completes its journey by knocking into and tipping over a yogurt cup. She groans dejectedly, closing her eyes so as to block the situation from sight and in turn, her mind.
For a girl whose parents have always called their âlucky charmâ, she sure isnât all that lucky. Â
As she cleans up the cereal tub mess, her Maman reaches a hand to her cheek, chuckling. Which, somehow, helps to lift her own spirits.
Itâs weird how mothers can do that. âGo get dressed, honey, youâll look beautiful. Iâve got this.âÂ
An hour later, Marinette is down in the bakery, dressed in her back-to-school-day clothes: tan/pink flats, pink Capris, white shirt with a flower pattern on her left collarbone, grey blazer and her very own, hand sewn, pink clutch. And yet, despite being proud of her work, she canât find it in her to be proud of how she looks.Â
Her Papa, humming a tune, presents a box of macarons to his daughter. A warm, gentle smile on his face: âThereâs my gorgeous daughter!â Thereâs that uneasiness again...
âPapa! These are so awesome!â She exclaims, bouncing in place. âThank you, Papa! My class will love them!â She looks up to him, adoration and love filling her eyes.Â
âGlad you like them!â He ruffles her hair, chuckling as she smirks a bit under his huge hands, an almost mute âdonât mess up my hair!â coming from her.
âYou look beautiful, my darling daughterâ Her papa says with small tears in his eyes.Â
âYouâre the best!â she says, giving him a one armed hug, her smile falling as she tries to figure out how to get rid of the uneasy feeling in her gut.Â
âWe,â he pulls her close again with an arm, and angles his other in a âmuscular, show-offâ manner, âare the best.â Marinette canât help but giggle.
Giving both her parents goodbye kisses, she rushes out the door, intent on not being late for school on the first day. And, in her haste, almost rushes right into the path of an oncoming car.Â
Breathing a sigh of relief that she isnât splattered on the windshield of a car, she slouches a bit, before jolting ramrod straight as she sees an elderly man with a cane in a red hawiian shirt having trouble crossing the road, another car rushing toward the man, not slowing down at all.Â
Marinette frantically looks back and forth between the two and decides, after a second, to rush out and save this man from meeting the very same fate she had just narrowly avoided moments before.Â
Just as she pulls him to the sidewalk, her legendary clumsiness takes hold of her once more, and she trips onto the sidewalk, taking the man down with her; the box of macarons spilling. And, with horror, she watches as inconsiderate city people step on them, reducing them to nothing more than crumbs. The manâs âThank you, missâ goes unheard.Â
But, his âOh, what a disasterâ does not go unnoticed. Picking up what remains of the box and the macaroons, she tells him: âDonât worry, Iâm no stranger to disasters.â She holds the box to him. âBesides! Thereâs still a few left.âÂ
She smiles at this man, as he picks a macaron from the box and bites into it. Letting out a pleased âDelicious!âÂ
A bell across the street rings, signaling the start of school. Marinette looks to the school, to this man, back to the school and back to him again. While sheâd rather not be late to school... well, she had just pulled this man from the street. The least she can do is walk him partially to where he is headed.Â
âGo ahead.â The man says, his smile genuine, understanding and proud. âYouâve saved my life, the least I can do is save you from getting into trouble! Now go!â He waves her off.Â
She takes a moment of further deliberation before nodding, bowing, and rushing out âhave-a-nice-day-sir!â Then sheâs off, rushing to school.Â
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As the young woman runs to the school, Master Fu straightens up, putting his cane behind his back and holding up the box containing the Ladybug Miraculous. The box warms up and spreads warmth all throughout his body, confirming that this young woman is Tikkiâs choice to be her wielder.
While he doesnât want to put this stress on a child, he knows that there is no other solution, no way around this. He just has to be her mentor.
He walks to the bakery, allowing Wayzz to take the box to the girlâs room while he buys pastries for himself and his companion.Â
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Just as the custodian is closing the schoolâs front doors, Marinette slips in, not breaking from her near sprint. Rushing up the stairs, she bursts into the classroom, stumbling to not lose her balance. Sheâs hunched over, trying to catch her breath.Â
âNino,â the teacher calls out. Sheâs a tall woman with fire red hair, teal eyes, and a white pantsuit. Marinette doesnât recognize her. The boy in question, Nino, has been in her classes for as long as she can remember. Heâs a kind hearted, introverted kid with dark skin. Heâs always wearing a red baseball cap and grey and orange headphones.Â
She looks up and sees that Nino is sitting with his eyes wide behind his glasses from the back of the classroom. âWhy donât you sit in the front this year?â The teacher may have formed it as a question, but it was more of a polite command.Â
Nino grumbles and stands up, his back and shoulders slouched. As he walks to the front of the classroom, on the side closest to the door, he groans. Before sliding into his position in the front of the classroom, right by the door. He pulls his headphones down and rests his elbows on the desk; his jaw resting on his knuckles with an annoyed look on his face.Â
Though sheâs been in the same class as Nino for years, she doesnât know much about him, and sheâs really regretting that now. Maybe this year will be different?Â
She takes a moment to deliberate, but ultimately decides to sit on the row behind Nino, in her usual seat. She wants to sit by him but he doesnât seem to want to talk to anyone.Â
Shaking her head, still breathing with slight difficulty, she walks to her usual seat, the second row, left side of the classroom, right next to the aisle. Just behind and over Ninoâs right shoulder.
MylĂšne, a timid girl, sits directly across the aisle from where Marinetteâs seat is. Sheâs a shorter girl, with fair skin and long dreadlocks that are blonde at the roots but fade into multiple colors at the ends. Â
Sitting on the next row up, just to the right of MylĂšne, is a dark skinned boy with a close cut afro hairstyle brown hair, a green polo and glasses. Max is your go-to kid for anything and everything that has to do with electronics.Â
Sitting right next to Max is a tan skinned boy, Kim; heâs wearing a red, short sleeved hoodie, and sweat bands on his wrist. His black hair is up in a faux hawk style and heâs lounging back in his chair. Heâs the class jock. (He tries to hide it by being a jerk and a goof, but heâs actually a good guy.)Â
Kim is always next to Max, tells everyone that theyâre best friends, and that he needs Max to help with homework, but Marinette knows better. She can see his eyes.
On the back row, sitting behind Max, is a girl named Rose. Sheâs a quiet girl, with her blonde hair in a pixie cut. She wears all pink and has an incredibly high voice.Â
Just as Marinette sits down and starts to unpack, a pale hand, with yellow, perfectly manicured nails slams down on the desk before her, startling her. âMarinette,â the almost shill voice starts, âDu-pain-Chengâ it sneers her last name like it's an insult to it personally. (Which, if this is who she think it is, it most likely is an insult to her personally.)Â
ChloĂ© Bourgeois. The bratty daughter of the mayor. Sheâs wearing a yellow jacket, white pants, and a large, gold (not actually gold, itâd be too heavy for her skinny, fragile hips to support) plated belt. No wrinkles in sight on her clothes. Her golden locks are pulled into a high hanging ponytail. Blush, eye liner, magenta eyeshadow and pink lipstick on her face. It only serves to make her look that much more bratty.Â
Her school bully. Â
Marinette slouches, she knew it would happen. A weary, dejected, âHere we go again...â leaves her lips.Â
âThatâs my seat.â ChloĂ© brings her hand from the desk to her chest.Â
âBut ChloĂ©, this has always been my seat.â Marinette looks up to ChloĂ©, grey-blue meeting dark, cruel blue.Â
Chloeâs face scrunches up. âNot this year!âÂ
A sudden, but not unfamiliar voice cuts in. âNew School, New Year, New seats.â Sabrina, ChloĂ©âs lap dog slides into the desk beside Marinette, her orange/red hair in stark contrast with her teal-green eyes sparkling behind her glasses, and pale skin. Sheâs wearing a, quite frankly, ugly sweater vest.Â
âSo,â ChloĂ© sneers again, âwhy donât you just go and sit beside that new girl over there.â She turns to point at a girl she hadnât seen walk into the room.Â
She has darker skin like Nino, with long, curly, red-orange locks. Sheâs wearing a red-orange flannel short-sleeved shirt. At the mention of âNew girlâ she turns from her phone and her brown eyes glare behind glasses at ChloĂ©.Â
âBut..â is all Marinette can think of in response. (Sheâs tired, and already feeling exhausted, she doesnât want to move or think.)
ChloĂ© turns back to Marinette, her hands on her hips, her face contorted in anger. âListen, Adrien is arriving today, and since thatâs,â she points to the seat beside Nino, â going to be heâ his seat, this is going to be my seat.â ChloĂ© slams her hand down in front of Marinette again, then she turns toward her fully, slamming her other hand on the desk. âGet it?â
Adrien... who is this Adrien? And why is he friends with Chloé?
âUh, whoâs Adrien?â She asks ChloĂ©.Â
Two simultaneous gasps leave ChloĂ©âs and Sabrinaâs mouths. Then they burst out laughing in that ridiculous, annoying laugh, drawing MylĂ©neâs attention.Â
The laughing stops abruptly and ChloĂ© speaks again. âCan you believe she doesnât know who Adrien is?â She directs this at Sabrina. Then, to Marinette, ChloĂ© scrunches her face in disgust and anger. âWhat rock have you been living under?âÂ
âHeâs only a famous model!â Sabrina chimes in.Â
âAnd I am his best friend.â ChloĂ© begins again.
Marinette raises her eyebrows at this. None of that helps clarify who Adrien is. And, if heâs a famous model, why would any sane teacher let a man who is probably in his early/mid 20âs come to class with 14-15 year olds?! Why is a man who is in his mid 20âs still in middle school?!
âHe adores me.â ChloĂ© looks to Marinette, and scoffs when she sees that Marinette has not moved from her seat. âUh, go on, move!â She emphasizes this with a thumb pointing toward the proposed seats.Â
And all Marinette can think of is, is this Choeâs new scheme to get attention? Who would believe that a 20 something year old is hanging out with a 14 year old? Theyâd be all over the news.Â
Suddenly, the new girl is behind ChloĂ©, her voice strong and brave. A fatal mistake when talking to ChloĂ© Bourgeois. âBack off, Brat.â
ChloĂ© turns to the girl, anger and annoyance taking the wheel. She leans toward the new girl, making sure her tone is mocking and sarcastic. âOoh, look, Sabrina, we got a little do-gooder in our classroom!â ChloĂ© leans in further. âWhatâre you going to do, Super Newbie, shoot beams at me with your glasses.â
Marinette cringes, this is why it is best to stay docile around ChloĂ©, if she senses any opposition at all, sheâll only cause a scene.Â
âWouldnât you like to know.â The new girl sneers, her voice dark and dangerous. She pushes ChloĂ© to the side and reaches for Marinetteâs arm. âCâmonâ she says as she grabs Marinetteâs arm. Marinette barely has any time to grab her box of macarons and her bag before sheâs being dragged from her seat.Â
In her haste to steady herself, grab her stuff, and the new girlâs quick pace, Marinette misses a step on the way to her new seat and ends up falling; her box of macarons falling to the floor, where several are flung from the box and are crushed on the floor. âSorry, sorry, sorry.â She mumbles as she cleans up and slides into her new seat for the year. ChloĂ©âs and Sabrinaâs laughing etching its way into her memory.Â
âChill-ax, girl, no biggie!â The new girl says, eyeing Marinette as sheâs hunched over her almost empty box of macaroons.Â
âAlright, has everyone found a seat?â The teacher asks the class as other kids file in, leaning her hands on the desk. The class speaking up behind them drowning out her voice.Â
Marinette straightens up and looks to the new girl, âBut I so wish I could handle ChloĂ© the way you do.â The new girl raises an eyebrow, a corner of her lips quirking up. Not threatening, or suspicious, but curious and slightly confused. She reaches for her phone and unlocks it.
âYou mean the way Majestia does it.â The new girl pulls up an image of a woman in a skin tight, blue suit, her shoulders, hands and face uncovered. She wears a fire truck red, sleeveless jacket with a ruffled coat tail, two thick, golden, zigzagging lines run across the bust, stars above the lines. Boots of the same shade reach to about her mid calf, the tops lined with the same type of lines as the jacket. âShe says: All that is necessary for the triumph of Evil, is for Good to do nothing.â The new girl says proudly.Â
She leans past Marinette, wrapping her left arm around her shoulders and pointing to ChloĂ© with her right hand. âAnd that girl over there, is evil, and we,â she points to herself and Marinette, âare the good people. She has a smirk on her lips. âWe canât let her get away with it!âÂ
âThatâs easier said than done...â Marinette hunches her shoulders a bit, her voice dejected. âShe likes to make my life miserable.âÂ
âThatâs easy to fix, girl, you just need more confidence!â The new girl says, conviction strong in her voice.Â
Marinette smiles, and takes the last remaining macaron and breaks it in half, extending the other out to the new girl.Â
âMarinette.â she says.
âAlya,â the new girl says in response, taking the half macaron.Â
With this, they turn to the front, pleased smiles on their faces.Â
Maybe... maybe this year isnât going to be so bad?
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âFor those of you who donât yet know me,â the teacher says, drawing all attention her way, âIâm Ms. Bustier.âÂ
As class starts, ChloĂ© leans on her new desk, sadness in her face and eyes. Looking at the empty seat before her. âUgh, he should have been here by now.â she says under her breath.Â
She meant to have annoyance in her tone, and she does, but she canât hide the underlying disappointment.Â
Where is sâ he?
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Master Fu watches as Adrien rushes through the street, pressing against the bushes and trees, looking over his shoulder frequently, searching for something or someone.Â
Fu smiles, it seems like this young man has decided to try to get some freedom. But, if the frantic look in his eyes means anything, itâll most likely be short lived.Â
The young man reaches the school grounds, and pauses next to a cologne ad poster that, coincidentally, has him on it. He looks over his shoulder again, and a smile finds his way into his face. Heâs beaten the system, it would seem. For the time being. Â
This is Fuâs chance to issue his Challenge, to see if he has the ability to wield the Miraculous of Destruction. He has the potential, when faced with no other option, but this will test whether he will choose to help others and not himself. To do what he feels is right, and forfeit what he wants.Â
Just as Adrien reaches the steps, Fu launches his plan, clutching his back and falling to the ground, dropping his cane just out of his reach. Crying out in pain.Â
This causes the boy pause, and he stands on the steps of the school, frozen in place. Trying to figure out what to do, looking between Fu and the schoolâs front door.Â
Not a second later, he rushes to Fu, bringing his cane to his hands and helping him stand.Â
âThank you, young man!â He says, patting his arm. Adrienâs eyes cringe and he tenses before his entire face lights up.Â
Huh, interesting...Â
âDo you need help getting to where youâre going?â He asks, his green eyes hopeful. No doubt wanting to help out more. If only so he could get further away from whoever heâs running from.Â
âNo, I will be fine, but thank you for your kindness! Now, shoo, go to school!â
Adrien nods, the mention of school making his face light up even more.Â
He turns and rushes to the steps, and, just before he reaches the door, a silver sedan screeches to a stop, a tall woman clad in a purple suit and red blouse, her black hair fading to red on the left side. âAdrien, please reconsider! You know what your father wants!âÂ
She walks slowly toward Adrien, as a large man steps out from the driver's seat, walking toward him with her. Adrien turns slowly toward them, his feet frozen in place, fear in his eyes. But only for a brief moment.Â
âBut this is what I want!â He says, the fear taking a back seat to hurt and anger. âIâm sick of being stuck at home. I want to be like a normal kid!âÂ
The woman shakes her head. âAdrien, you are not a normal kid, your father canât afford to have you at public school!âÂ
Adrien scoffs, âWe both know he has more than enough money to afford it.âÂ
âThatâs not what I mean, Adrien. You know he only does this to keep you safe. Heâs doing this for you.âÂ
At this, Adrienâs eyes soften, his posture drooping. âI know... I just... I want to be around others. Please donât tell Father about this.â
The womanâs eyes soften as she puts a hand on Adrienâs shoulder. âI know, and Iâm sorry. But you just canât. Come, letâs go home.âÂ
As Adrien is led to the sedan, and is driven off back home, the second box pulsates in Fuâs pocket.Â
This boy has the traits that are required for the use of this Miraculous, but he does not have the right life for it. Fu is unsure whether Adrien can handle it. Plagg seems set on this boy, however. And, if Adrien is going to learn and grow, there is only one other Miraculous that will do just as good a job, and heâs already found a match for Creation.Â
Heâll just have to watch out for Plagg. With that, Fu swings his cane onto his shoulder and walks away whistling, following the sedan.
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âThose of you who have P.E., Mr. DâArgencourt is expecting you at the stadium.â Ms. Bustier calls to the class as the bell rings and everyone packs up.Â
As the kid named Ivan, A large, fair skinned boy, with short brown hair save for the small tuft of blond in the front, gets up Kim gives him a note.Â
âThe rest of you can head over to the library.â
A moment later, Ivan bursts out with an angry cry of âKim!â He lurches toward Kim, an impish smirk on the lankier boyâs face. Ivan is cranking his fist back to slam it into Kimâs fragile face.Â
âIvan! What are you doing?!â Ms. Bustier exclaims, leaning over her desk in shock. Ivan looks to her in confusion, lowering his fist.Â
âItâs Kim!â Ivan looks back at Kim, raising his fist again, and, for the first time, Kim is shocked and scared. âIâm so gonnaââÂ
âIvan! Go to the principalâs office!â Ms. Bustier cuts in, pointing out the door.Â
At that, Ivan steps away from Kim, growling as he looks back down at the note Kim passed him. With anger rolling off him, Ivan crumples the note in his hand and storms out of the classroom, muttering to himself; leaving Kim to shake in his seat, and Ms. Bustier to wonder if she could have worked the situation out better.Â
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The man known as Hawkmoth stands in a large room, a metal, circular window cover sliding open, letting light pour into the room, sending pure white butterflies fluttering about.Â
âSuch powerful emotions. Anger. Frustration. Betrayal. And in a school no less, a perfect catalyst to test my limits.â He reaches for a butterfly, and clasps his hands around it. A second later, dark, purple energy seeps into the butterfly, and when he releases the butterfly, it is black with purple cracking apart the black, a violet mask-like pattern on itâs head and back, its legs a dark purple. âBurn a hole into his heart, little akuma, transform his anger into something more!â
The transformed butterfly, now an akuma, flies through the air, tracking down the boy with such anger and frustration with supernatural speed.Â
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Ivan opens the door to the principalâs office, but before he can take a step inside, the principal stops him.Â
âExcuse me, young man! Hasnât anyone taught you to knock?â The principle, a large, overweight, white man with a receding hairline and greying hair exclaims. This shocks Ivan, his anger and frustration building. âGo on, go again.â He says, leaning back in his decked out, rolling swivel chair.Â
With a shake of his head and a growl, Ivan closes the door and turns around, raising a fist to knock.
Before he can put his fist to the wood, something stops him. A sound. The sound of something wet twisting and crawling. And suddenly, in his mind, there is a man floating in a grey space, his voice echoing all around his head. The principalâs âGo on, knock!â is ignored.Â
The man before Ivan is wearing a dark purple suit, and it shines in a way cloth doesnât, kind of like rubber. On his chest are two black wing like lapels, which just make whoever this guy is look weird. Covering his head is a grey mask, only his eyes, which are an unsettling violet, and mouth looking normal. Heâs leaning on a cane.Â
âStoneheart.â the man says Ivanâs confusion at the name going unacknowledged. âI am Hawkmoth, I am giving you the strength and unstoppable power to seek revenge on those who have wronged you. To prove to them that you do have what it takes. All I need you to do is cause mayhem. Destroy all that you can.â
The power to get back at Kim? To prove that he does have what it takes?Â
And all he needs to do is cause mayhem?Â
Who can deny such a thing?
âOkay, Iâll do it.â Ivan says, a dark look on his face.Â
The man smirks.Â
Black and purple bubbles ripple over Ivanâs body, morphing his skin and bones.
When the bubbles disperse, Ivan is no more. Only Stoneheart remains. Standing at 2 meters tall, with cracked stone for skin and yellow eyes. Heâs built like an athlete, and literally chiseled. Wrapped around his right hand is a purple fabric, like that a boxer would wear under their boxing glove. On his chest, the stone is jagged and protruding, right where his heart would be, like his heart had exploded. The cracks in the stone glow a faint yellow.Â
âWell?â The principal asks, waiting for a response.Â
Suddenly, the door is flung from its hinges, the principal only has enough time to move enough so that the door doesnât slam into his head, but it still collides with his shoulder, sending him to the ground.
With an almighty roar, Stoneheart launches through the window, leaving an echo of âKIM!â behind as the entire wall crumbles to the street below.
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In the library, a thunderous roar rattles the walls, then the whole building shakes, causing students to tumble to the ground.Â
After a few seconds, Alya, Marinetteâs new friend, grabs her from the ground and drags her to the TVs in the library, which are showing the security footage.Â
A large, probably 2 meters tall, stone golem is walking down the street, the cracks in itâs stone skin glowing bright yellow. It roars in a voice so raspy and stiff, she wonders if it has vocal chords, and if so, how theyâre working.Â
âWh-whatâs going on? I thought it was an earthquake!â a random kid exclaims.
Alya turns to Marinette, her hands on her cheeks. âItâs a real life super villain!â Suddenly, Alyaâs eyes glint and she pulls out her phone. âBattery, 80%, check! GPS, check! I am so outta here!â Then sheâs off, leaving Marinette to marvel at her.Â
âWait! Hey, whereâre you going?âÂ
Alya pauses only briefly before turning around and hopping backwards âWhere thereâs a super villain, there is always a superhero!â Then sheâs through the doors.Â
This is such a weird day...
Marinette looks back to the tv and jumps as the rock monster collides a car, the car crumbling and shattering. The yellow in the cracks of itâs skin glows brighter and- and she could have sworn it grew! It picks up what remains of the car with ease, and throws it at the school camera, and it goes to static. The building shakes again as crumbling brick and groaning metal reverberates through the school.Â
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Fu stops just outside the gates of a mansion. His eyes glinting with wonder and awe.Â
This should provide good living conditions for a being with such a high cost diet.Â
He hums in delight, letting Wayzz take the pulsating box up into the mansion.
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Adrienne *hates* homeschooling. Sheâs alone, save for Nathalie, and has to stay in one place for at least 7 hours, sometimes more, depending on the lesson. And, most of the time, sheâs in the dining hall, the cold, undecorated dining hall. Sheâs stuck hearing her father, Nathalie, the mansion staff, call her âAdrienâ. Call her a boy. She canât talk to anyone, canât have a break. Itâs useless.Â
âWho was the 1st president of the 5th French republic?â Nathalie walks up and down the length of the dining table. A tablet and pen in hand.Â
And all Adrienne can do is lean against her hand, not even able to summon more than a bored, monotone voice. âEveryone thinks it was De Gaulle but it was actually RenĂ© Coty before the first elections.âÂ
âExcellent, Adrien!â Nathalie exclaims. Turning around, a⊠pleased look on her face? âWhen did that happen?!â Adrienne canât help but think in shock. She opens her mouth to say something but a cold voice cuts through the room.
âGive me a minute would you, Nathalie?â Adrienne immediately tenses. Itâs an involuntary reaction she has no control over. Not anymore.Â
Her Father turns to look at Adrienne, his eyes cold, disappointed, disproving. Angry. But his face remains stoic. âYou are not going to school. I have already told you.âÂ
Adrienneâs heart sinks. She looks to Nathalie, her eyes burning. She betrayed her. She- she does know what happens when she disobeys her Father, right?
Nathalie only lowers her head in shame.Â
Adrienne looks back to her father. âBut, Father-âÂ
âEverything you need is right here, where I can keep an eye on you.â He cuts in, tone dark and dangerous. âI will not have you outside in that dangerous world.âÂ
âItâs not dangerous!â Adrienne tries, standing up from her seat, hands on the table. âIâm always stuck here by myself! Why canât I go out and make friends just like everybody else?â She asks, pointing out the grand window to her left.Â
âBecause you are not everybody else! You are My sonâ Adrienne flinches, her body flinching as her gut falls. She hates it when he sounds like that, it makes her feel so small. She has to bite her tongue to keep herself from shaking at her fatherâs deep, angry voice. Heâs using the tone that suggests that he will not allow for any more words to be said.Â
Adrienne stands up straight, bowing her head, holding back tears that threaten to form.Â
Always her... itâs always Adrienne who makes things difficult. Who makes Father angry. All Adrienne does is antagonize him.Â
With that, Gabriel leaves, and Nathalie steps forward. âWe can leave it there if you wan-âÂ
Before she even finishes, Adrienne takes off running, hiding herâ his face. Hiding his reddening eyes.Â
As he runs to his room, he catches a brief glimpse of a painting of him, his father and his mother.Â
But he canât look at it for so long. It brings back too many bad memories.Â
Once in his room, he lays down on his bed, Letting his pillow soak in all the tears leaking from hisâ her eyes. From her eyes.Â
Why is Father like this? The thought bounces around in Adrienneâs head, it makes her dizzy. Why am I like this, if Iâm really- if Iâm really a girl, I wouldnât revert to using those pronouns, to using âAdrienâ when Iâm stressed, would I? I wouldnât do that when I anger Father, would I? How the hell am I a girl-
He doesnât understand, Adrienneâs motherâs voice cuts through her spiraling thoughts. He probably never will. Your father is a stubborn man, and closed off in many ways. Just remember who you are, and that Iâm here for you, my beautiful daughter.
This only makes Adrienne sadder. She isnât here anymore. How can Adrienne keep going if she isnât here?Â
Suddenly, something shakes the mansion, sounding like a stampede.Â
Curiosity takes over, and Adrienne takes off to go find out whatâs happening.Â
She opens the front doors of the mansion, and a large (probably 4 meters tall) rock person is stomping its way toward a police blockade.Â
When the monster is within 10 meters, the police officer standing on top of a police car yells: âF-ire!â His voice cracks with fear and all the surrounding police officers fire off their guns.Â
The rock monster holds up itâs arms, but instead of the bullets doing any harm, they make the cracks in between the monsterâs skin glow brighter, and it grows to be 2 meters taller! The police officer that was on the car scrambles down and tries to get away, but the monster grabs the car the officer was previously standing on with one hand, shouts out an unintelligible word, then throws the car with ease at the police officer; who only just barely manages to get out of the way.Â
Whatever this thing is, they sure are very, very angry.Â
Adrienne sprints back to her room, and vaults over her sofa, turning on the TV to the news.Â
âIâm asking all Parisians to stay inside until the situationâs under control.â Mayor Bourgeois says into the microphone, and Adrienne lets out a snort. Having everyone stay inside is the right call, donât want anyone getting in the way... but, the man would be more than happy if he were the only one that stayed inside. And with the way that the situation is being handled, it isnât going to be solved any time soon.Â
Then it switches to the TVi news station, where Nadja Chamack reports. âAs incredible as it seems, it has been confirmed that Paris is, indeed, being attacked by a monster. The police have been struggling to get the situation under control.â Up in the right corner, a camera still reports what the monster is doing. Which, by the looks of it, is picking up cars and throwing them at buildings, trees, and other cars, destroying buildings and otherwise just causing mayhem, carnage and... and death.Â
It switches to another news camera, and it shows the police officer that was on the car in front of the gates, heâs getting his arm bandaged by a firefighter, speaking to an interviewer. âBe confident! The strong arm of-â he cuts himself off as a painful crack is heard from the officerâs broken arm, his face contorting in pain. The firefighter then eases the arm down, and admonishes him for using his broken arm. âI meant to use the other arm...â the officer mumbles.
Blinking and shaking her head, Adrienne looks away, trying not to be too ashamed of Parisâs police force. From the looks of things, this monster is absorbing kinetic energy and using it to grow stronger.Â
Then, out of the corner of her eye, something catches her attention.Â
Itâs a small box, with Chinese characters she doesnât recognize on it.Â
She diverts her full attention to this box, a confused: âWhatâs this doing here?â Leaving her lips.Â
She picks it up, weighing it in her hand, moving it around and shaking it. It makes no noise. Shrugging, she opens it and finds a folded piece of paper. When she picks up the paper, she catches sight of a black ring, the corners of the face have silver raised points.
Suddenly, a bright green light glints off the ring, and a ball of green light bursts from it, temporarily blinding her, making her drop the paper, and box.Â
When her vision returns, there is a small, black being laying down in the air. It has a body covered with smooth, black fur, with a slight green sheen to it. It has a puff of fur on both cheeks, with two long, black whiskers poking out of each puff. There are similar tufts of hair on the bendy points of its limbs and back where the limbs connect to it. It has an aura that surrounds it that makes everything seem darker around it. Light seems to bend around it, like a black hole. It has two long, thin, puffy tails. It has two little ears that are currently drooped lazily, and little wisps of hair poke out from the inside. It has a tiny nose and snout. It... looks like a small deformed cat. And is absolutely adorable!
Suddenly, it uprights itself, stretching its arms and legs, little claws extending from itâs limbs, and releases a huge yawn. Upon closer inspection, each limb ends with a little paw. Its mouth reveals tiny, tiny fangs and an emerald green hue on the inside of its mouth. Itâs ears perk up. Once itâs done with the yawn, the ears drop down again, and it opens its eyes to reveal two neon green eyes with black, slitted pupils.Â
âNo way!â Adrienne exclaims. âThis is so cool! Youâre like the genie in the lamp!â She reaches a finger up to rub the little cat-genieâs forehead.Â
The little cat-genie launches back. Itâs eyes going wide, withâŠ. fear? But the cat-genie quickly schools its adorable little face into calm, uninterested, unimpressed neutrality.Â
âI met him once, so he grants wishes, big deal, I can do so much better and I'm personable!â The cat-genie crosses its nubs over its chest, claws extending slightly, spreading its leg nubs, like itâs pouting. Clearly trying to look intimidating, but Adrienne can see that itâs trying to gauge her reactions.Â
Huh, so the cat-genie speaks... it... itâs awfully squeaky and nasal.Â
It looks up to Adrienne, its eyes piercing into her soul. âPlagg, nice to meet ya.âÂ
With the one sided greetings out of the way, The cat-genie known as Plagg zooms into a swirl before zipping off to explore the room, startling Adrienne some.Â
It lands on the foosball table, âOoo, swanky!â Then it chomps down on a figureâs head, ignoring Adrienneâs âDonât touch that!â by saying âNope, not eatable.âÂ
Just as Adrienne is about to grab Plagg, it takes off again, Adrienneâs âHey! Get back here!â going unnoticed as it locks eyes on an arcadeâs joystick. âItâs so shiny!â Plagg lands on the joystick, uttering a curious âCan you eat this?â Before clamping its mouth down on the joystick ball.Â
Plagg turns away from it in disgust as it finds that it cannot, in fact, eat the joystick. âNo, you canât.â It says slightly dejectedly, then locks into something else and zooms away from Adrienneâs hand, leaving behind an excited âOoh, what about this?â
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Marinette hates back to school days. She makes sure to tell her computer screen just that as she watches the news.Â
At the moment, Sabrinaâs father is talking to a news reporter, having his arm wrapped up by a firefighter. âBe confident! The strong arm of-â he cuts himself off as a painful crack is heard from Officer Rogerâs arm, his face contorting in pain. The firefighter then eases the arm down, and admonishes him for using his broken arm. âI meant to use the other arm...â he mumbles.Â
Marinette shakes her head. Officer Roger can be a... a special type of person sometimes.Â
She glances down to her mouse to click away from the news station, but finds a black box with Chinese characters she doesnât recognize.Â
Picking it up, she opens it, and finds a folded up paper. When she removes it, she catches a glance of two red earrings with black spots on each stud before a bright red/pink light glints off of them and she is temporarily blinded.Â
When it fades, Marinetteâs jaw drops. So does the box and paper.Â
Floating before her, with its head bowed, is a giant scarlet/pink, ladybug-like bug, with a head much larger than the rest of its body. It has two antennae coming from its forehead and droop toward its back. It has a large black dot on its forehead. On its back is a scarlet ladybug shell, with five small black spots. From this shell are some pink, translucent wings that arenât moving. The light around it seems to beâŠ. brighter. Its limbs are little, sectioned, black nubs.Â
Suddenly its head shoots up, the light glinting off itâs large white eyes that have rings of blue in the center.Â
âHaaweeelllp!â The word leaves her mouth in a shriek as she jumps back, tipping over her chair, getting as far away from this- this- this giant bug! âItâs a giant bug!...â
The bug, no not a bug, a mouse⊠âA mouse!â
No, a-a bug-mouse, âBug-mouse!â
it slowly floats its way toward her.Â
It continues to get closer.Â
âA- an alien!â She almost shrieks.Â
âEverythingâs okay! Donât be scared!â Its voice is high pitched, super high pitched, and slightly squeaky.
Marinetteâs terrified, she does the only sensible thing. She grabs something behind her and chucks it at the bug-mouse-alien, eyes going wide, and it dodges her projectile. âBug-mouse can talk! Bug-mouse talks!â She continues to throw things at the bug-mouse-alien, her terror only growing as it continues to dodge all of her projectiles.Â
âListen, Marinette...â the bug-mouse-alien continues to speak. âI know everything is strange...âÂ
As it talks and gets closer, Marinette canât help but release terrified squeaks and whimpers as she gropes around for something to trap the bug-mouse thing under.Â
Suddenly, her fingers find a cup, and delight shoots through her as she lunges at the bug-mouse, slamming the glass cup down around the little âgiant?â Â thing. She absently wonders why the glass didnât shatter.Â
It looks up at Marinette, its expression and eyes calm. âOkay, If this makes you feel safer.âÂ
It has no qualms about being stuck?! What can this thing do that makes it so that it isnât scared of being trapped under something?!Â
Marinette keeps the glass firmly on the ground. âWhat are you? How do you know my name?â She asks.Â
âIâm a kwami,â the bug-mouse puts a nub on its chest. âAnd my name is Tikki!â it perks up as it says itâs name. âNow, just let me explain.â Its voice is slightly muffled by the glass. It makes the bug -Tikki- sound even weirder.Â
âMAMAN, PAPA!â Marinette shouts, inching her way to her trap door.Â
âNo, no, no!â Tikki tries to warn her, pressing against the glass, but Marinette still ignores it. She puts a hand on the trap door and Tikki calls out again. âNo!â It tries again, pushing against the glass, but Marinette keeps ignoring it.
 âMAMA-âÂ
âShhh, No!â Tikki cuts her off, phasing through the glass and floating in front of her face. âIâm your friend, Marinette, you can trust me.âÂ
Marinette narrows her gaze,
âMarinette?â comes the worried voice of her Maman, and Tikki and Marinette stare at eachother in tense silence.Â
â...Itâs nothing, Maman, sorryâ
Marinette turns to Tikki, the talking bug-mouse-alien-- ahem, Kwami. âExplain.â
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In such a big room, filled with so much stuff, the kid doesnât even have any food to eat! Plaggâs tried so many things. Still, nothing edible!Â
He could just use atrophy and siphon off some energy, but that requires effort, and he did not wake up from 250 years of being dormant only to have to do things as soon as he is activated!Â
Plagg is zipping around this human childâs room and finds a semi-promising rectangle. Hopefully this works!Â
He bites down, only for his fangs to meet hard, foul tasting material. Ugh, he should just Cataclysm this whole room...Â
He drops the remote, and raises a paw, but the human-child drops from the ceiling and wraps her feeble, insufficient, human fingers around his body, which does not make him release an embarrassing yelp. Nope, not at all. Itâs funny, how the human thinks she can keep him in place with just her fingers wrapped around his body, which is made from the very essence of chaos, destruction, bad luck and most importantly, if he does say so himself, death!Â
...Eh, heâll let the child have her victory.Â
âListen, I still donât know what youâre doing here.â The child says, her tone stern.Â
Ha! As if a human can intimidate him!Â
This is really getting old, he just wants sustenance! Even mushrooms will do! Birds and fish are better, but they taste weird. Cheese is preferable, and Camembert is exquisite.
âLook, Iâm a kwami. Kwamis grant powers.â Plagg narrows his eyes at this, this uninformed child. âBasic gist of mine is Destruction. Got it?âÂ
âNuh-Uh.â The child shakes her head, her blonde locks swaying. The locks of hair that grab the light just right... that are probably super soft locks... Locks that would make for an amazing beâ
Plagg shakes his head. No time to get distracted. He needs food.Â
âGood.â, He looks around before looking into the childâs eyes and not the attention grabbing hair that looks like such a great spot to sleep in. âGot anything to eat, Iâm starving!âÂ
The child narrows her eyes, staring at him. Plagg stares back, keeping his expression neutral.Â
âFatherâs pranking me, right?â The child stands up, leaning her massive, disgustingly proportionate, head over him. Plagg looks away, he does not want to see up that nose, no matter how clean it is. Itâs gross.Â
âWait... thatâs not possible, Father doesnât have a sense of humor.âÂ
Plagg pulls himself from the humanâs surprisingly tight grasp, spreading his limbs out wide. No matter what he thinks of this rule, the last time he didnât obey it, Tikki ignored him for 500 years and his wielder caused Vesuvius, all because Tikkiâs wielder, by extension, also ignored him. âYour dad must never know I exist. Or anyone for that matter.â
Adrienne tilts her head. Furrowing her eyebrows. âPlagg, Iâm pretty sure Father already knows other humans exist...âÂ
Plagg raises his eyebrows. This kid might actually be fun to be around. âI meant no one else can know that I exist.âÂ
âOh, yeah, that makes more sense.âÂ
âAnyway,â Plagg zips into the kids face. âWhere. Is. The. Food?â The kid looks at him with the weirdest expression.Â
âI only get to eat at breakfast, lunch and dinner. No snacks.âÂ
Plagg narrows his eyes. âThatâs no way to live!âÂ
âWell Itâs how I live.âÂ
Plagg drops his tone a bit. âItâs not a way that anyone should ever have to live.âÂ
The kidâs eyes go wide
Plagg stares into her eyes, cocking his head. âWell, time to get this out of the way.â Plagg suddenly zips from in front of Adrienne, and into her bathroom. âIâm a kwami, and I can grant you the ability to destroy anything you touch!âÂ
Plagg stops before a roll of paper, hanging above a , quite frankly disappointing, porcelain throne. He grabs and *nearly* lets out a delighted gasp. Such an amazing invention! He drops it to the ground before landing on it and it starts to unravel. FUN!Â
âAll you need to do is put on the ring! To be able to do anything, you call out âClaws Outâ and to activate your power, call out Cataclysm, youâll be able to destroy anything you touch!â He explains as he runs around the room on this roll of super soft paper. (Well, actually the powers that he can grant are much more than a mere Catalclysm, but the kid isnât ready for that yet. Plus, Tikkiâd kill him if he were to tell her that.)
âI can do that?âÂ
âPsssshhh, no, I can do that, I just allow you to be able to do that.âÂ
âWhat do I say again?âÂ
âClaws Out.âÂ
âClaws out?â
The ring sucks Plagg in and heâs getting ready to meld with the kid. Create what she wants subconsciously. In a flash, heâs inside her mind and heâs ready to shape her body to the way itâs supposed to be, but stops. It would make her happy, but she isnât ready for anyone else to know yet, sheâd have a break down. And, probably worse. So, he lets her mind create her suit in accordance to what she wants right now.
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Looking in her mirror, Marinette puts on the earrings. âSo, youâre saying, you can give me the power toâŠ. create anythingââÂ
âAt random, you won't be able to choose it!âÂ
ââand restore damageââ
âOnly if you cast Lucky Charm! And it only restores damage dealt to people caused by a specific event that has happened recently.âÂ
âOkay, so, you can transform me into a ladybug styled superhero, with increased physical and mental capabilities-âÂ
âMental only in the fact that youâll be able to take in more information and take it in faster, other than that, itâs all you!âÂ
âAnd I can create a random object by calling out Lucky Charm and restore damage dealt to living things caused by a specific event by calling out Miraculous Ladybug?âÂ
âYep!âÂ
âAnd I can become this Ladybug byâŠ.âÂ
âCalling out âSpots Onâ Tikki looks into Marinetteâs eyes, he doesnât know it yet, he hasnât realized it yet.Â
Hopefully he will. She really doesnât want Marinette to go through more of his life in unknown misery. Luckily, when the time comes, she can help!Â
âSpots On?âÂ
âWait I forgotââ
Melding with his mind, Tikki ignores the urge to shape Marinetteâs body the way she knows he feels subconsciously like he should. He doesnât know yet, and she doesnât want to put that stress on him. But Sugar cookies she forgot to tell him about the ability to purify things! And that the way to take down this thing is to destroy the corrupted object, or that there is a corrupted object. Well, heâs her wielder, heâll figure it out.Â
Technically Tikky can give her wielders so much more power, but this is the first time being her wielder, so sheâll have to ease Marinette into this.Â
[This is the image I used to base Noorooâs, Tikkiâs and Plaggâs designs on, I have also used it to alter Trixxâs, Wayzzâs, Pollenâs and Duusuuâs designs.]Â
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug fan ficton#miraculous ladybug fic#trans girl! Adrienne#trans girl adrien#trans boy! marinette#trans boy! marin#trans au#wintertundra-art's trans au#miraculous ladybug rewrite#origins rewrite#rewrite au#some character descriptions have changed#powers reworked#my writing#part one of 3#possibly 4#nonbinary nooroo#it/its nooroo
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Chapter One
All Moving Pictures End
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Chapter one is always quiet. Until the end, that is. Henry knows this better than most. That doesnât necessarily make it any easier.Â
DTRH!AU masterpost AU askblog
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This is my first fic for BATIM, and my first fic iâm posting anywhere! Iâm a lil nervous, but mostly excited! Hope yâall enjoy!!!
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Chapter one was always quick. Sure, he could drag his feet if he wanted. The breathing room did him good some days. But there was only so much to do. Only so much to explore. The only other âpersonâ up here was a wolfâs corpse. Not exactly the most welcoming environment. It wasnât as if he hadnât seen it all a hundred times, anyways. He could do the whole thing blindfolded if he wanted. Not that it mattered. Everything in this place ground to a halt eventually. Every movie has its credits. Every book has its final page. And every chapter has its ending twist. It was as inevitable as his next loop around this godforsaken studio. Might as well get it over with.
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Henry Ross strolled slowly down the halls, gaze flicking around him. He knew it was safe. Old habits die hard, though, and so would he if he didnât keep an eye out. And he was pretty sure thereâd be a cutout jumping out somewhere soon. He eyed the end of the hall suspiciously. âLast thing I need is to get startled into fight or flight early,â he mumbled to himself. One more step. Nothing yet. Another. Still nothing. Huh, he thought, brows furrowed. Maybe it was down the other hall? His mind was drawing a blank. Always an encouraging sign. Or not. The toon shrugged. Whatever. He had a valve to turn. He took one last step, and the sharp trill of a violin sent a violent chill up his spine. His hand flew to his chest as his body shivered comically. A hollow grin peeked out at him from around the corner, ducking back around before he could do anything more than gasp. âOh- oh câmon, that wasnât even fair,â Henry complained. âCutouts donât even do anything. Sheesh.â He rubbed his temples as he caught his breath. Itâs still chapter one. The scriptwriter just wanted to throw him off his rhythm. As per usual. Once he quit his toonish shivering, he resumed his stroll down the hall. The cardboard cutout earned itself a slightly stern look as he rounded the corner. âYou best behave yourself,â he told it simply. At least he still remembered the projector roomâs tricks. Henry strode right in. He didnât even blink as the projector suddenly sputtered to life. Its light spilled onto the wall, ready for an audience long gone. The animation was simple. Just a cheery demon doing a jaunty dance. Unseen speakers crackled along with it, an old recording whistling over the sound of film spinning. Henry couldnât help but smile. There he was. The little devil darling. âRight on cue, bud.â The demon kept right on dancing as Henry ducked under the projector. Sure, he couldâve walked through the light. But itâd been a long while since heâd seen bendy dance. He wasnât about to stop that, even if it was just a fleeting ghost of the past. Henry whistled softly along with the recording, straightening back up on the other side. The valve was right where it should be, next to where heâd grabbed the plushie earlier. Not for the first- or last- time, he wondered why he couldnât have turned it earlier. Why Joey has me running all over kingdom come is beyond me, he thought. Gripping the sides of the valve wheel, Henry gave it a strong yank to one side. It loudly protested the movement, the grating groan of old metal ringing out. He grimaced at the sound. âCâmon, you canât be stuck now,â he huffed. Though the racket made his ears want to bleed, Henry pulled harder. The groan resounded again, rusty joints straining as much as the toon, before they finally gave up. He let out a satisfied grunt as it spun a few slow turns. âThere she goes.â The valve ground to a stop after a moment or two, clanging as the pipes above it started to rumble and creak. They might have been old, but they held the pressure of rushing ink well enough. Henry gave it a nod of satisfaction. Good. Ducking back under the projection, he gave it a thumbs up. âStep one done, bud,â he told it. âIâll see you in a b-â What more he had to say was cut off by a very loud pop. A mini monsoon of ink burst out of a pipe directly overhead, gushing onto the toon below it. Henry gasped and sputtered like an angry cat as he scrambled out from the ink. He tripped over the step on his way out, flopping onto the floor with a wet splat. He was utterly drenched. Soaked gloves slapping against the floorboards, the poor toon tried to prop himself up. âAugh- that stuffâs spoiled- uck-â he choked, hacking up some ink. It burned on the way out. As if it was trying to stick to him. The sensation made his muscles tense as he struggled to get his feet under him. No. Not now. Not ever. His breaths wheezed as he swiped ink off of his arms, shaking out his legs and hair. Ink flew everywhere in a haphazard fashion- as if a dog was shaking itself off instead of a man. It was all gone in moments. He was clean again. Never had Henry been more grateful to have a trope at his disposal. âEugh⊠talk about a bad time to be short a showerâŠâ Henry said shakily. Looking over his shoulder, he could still make out little bits of light through the spurting ink. The cheerful whistling still reached his ears over the little waterfall roar. The sound eased some tension from him. Even under all the ink, Bendy was still there. Letâs hope that stays true, he thought grimly. Henryâs footsteps quickened as he traversed the halls again. The noise of the machine grumbled along behind the walls. Just one switch to flip, then he could really get this nightmare started. And he was gonna do his damn best to make this loop count for something.
The relic room was the same as he left it. Well, almost the same. Everything sat silently on its pillar. Dust still sprinkled over the floorboards. The screen next to the lever, however, flashed with a single word- READY- in big, bright letters. The rumbling of the pipes confirmed as much. Henry stared grimly at the screen from the doorway. Sure, the machine was ready. And him? â... ready as Iâll ever be,â he said softly. Time to start the show. He crossed the room without another thought, setting a hand on the lever. Despite the state of the studio around it, the metal was warm to the touch. As if someone- or something- had put it to recent use. He didnât care to think on it further. Henry tugged it down with a grunt. The screen darkened for a moment before the letters changed. âRUNNING,â they declared. At once, the machinery along the wall sputtered to life. Slow at first, but getting faster as ink oiled the worn gears. Henry felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up when the lights suddenly dimmed. The only light left in the room was a bright circle- illuminating the machineâs life-giving power source. And, of course, the toon standing before it. He turned to the door as the clanking, rumbling, and groaning of old mechanics and ink ticked up louder. Step two was over. Now, he had a meeting to keep. The halls- once lit brightly- were now as dark as a tomb. More fitting, he mused, than the false mirth the old lights had given off. All that was left now were candles and emergency lamps. He passed by them quickly, trying to ignore the way they flickered and dimmed. Just one foot in front of the other. Another turn to the right, and a sign greeted him. It proclaimed itself as the âink output schedule.â As he neared it, a couple other signs came into view. âEXIT,â one said. âDANGER, KEEP OUT,â cautioned another. He slowed to a stop before them. The ink machine was close. One more turn. â... this thingâs gonna need some serious updating,â Henry muttered, giving the output sign a tap. âAs for the rest of theseâŠâ He snorted, shaking his head. If I could actually follow them, Iâd be set, now wouldnât I? But no, heâd ignore them. Again. He peeked around the corner instead. The way to the machine was boarded up already. How the boards got there, he wasnât sure. But he supposed a little protection from what was in there didnât hurt. The fact that he needed it, though, did. Could the demon see him? Did he know he was here? Was he already out of the machine, lurking just out of sight? Was he just a whisper of script? Words yet to be written? Or rather, words yet to come to fruition? He didnât know how to answer any of those questions. Answers or not, the toon still knew what he had to do. He took a deep breath. Let it out slowly. Fists clenched at his sides, he stepped over the pipe before him. The floorboards creaked lightly as he closed the gap between himself and the boarded up doorway. He raised a hand, forcing his fingers to flatten out. Though the determined look on his face couldnât hide how he shook. Behind the boards, the room was quiet and calm. Deceptive as the rest of the studio. Just touch the boards, Ross, he thought to himself. Get it over with. Youâve done harder. Itâs not like you can go back now. His hand wavered. Moved forward, pausing again. Trembled. And quickly, before a moment more passed, he pushed his hand against the old wood. The studio around him instantly burst into inky chaos, a devilish grin erupting before him. Clawed gloves swiped out from the gap between the boards, a loud shriek accompanying their deadly strike. Demonic talons dug themselves into Henryâs chest before he could so much as flinch. The movement knocked him off his feet, the toon crashing backwards into the floor. He let out a strangled wheeze, stars bursting across his vision. All the wind had gotten knocked out of him. He couldnât get in any air- he couldnât breathe- oh g- fuck- c-câmon- By the time he managed to suck down a breath, the demon was long gone. The remnants of its appearance, however, were still very much in effect. Henryâs chest heaved as he lurched to his feet, clutching his torn shirt. Morphing stains laced over the walls as ink poured from the ceiling. There was so much- too much- that it was flooding the halls. Move move mOVE MOVE, his mind screamed, nothing more than wheezing coming from his mouth. The ink was already lapping at his feet while he struggled to get over the blasted pipe in the hall. Dark liquid clung to his legs, splashing up against the walls the more he struggled through it. He just did what he could to keep moving. Each new crash of ink rupturing old planks made him flinch. But he didnât need the herding of inky waterfalls to get to his destination. The toon pressed on towards the door he knew was waiting for him. Henry caught a glimpse of a scrawled message on the wall- DREAMS COME TRUE- before another cascade of obsidian sludge obscured it. The irony wasnât lost on him at all. The only dreams that come true here are fucking nightmares. He let out a strangled chuckle, grabbing onto the corner to pull himself through the rising ink. It was up to his waist now. A slow burning sensation on his legs spurred him on, the toon now throwing himself around the next corner. His hands scrabbled desperately against a chest of drawers against the wall, breaths hitching in his throat. He could see the main room to his left. The exit would be right around the corner- right there! He was close! Just a little farther, Ross! Chest leaking ink, ceiling overflowing with sludge, and spoiled liquid eating at his form, Henry splashed his way around the last corner. The sliver of light shone enticingly in the darkness. Once again, he couldnât help but wish he could reach it. So he tried. Lurching forward, Henry all but jumped towards the light- -only for his foot to pass through nothingness. His outstretched hand was illuminated for only a moment before the rest of him pitched downwards. He let out a cry- both of fear and of rage- as he tumbled, once more, into the depths of the studio.
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A loud splash and a stream of curses announced Henryâs arrival at the bottom of the pit. He sat up with a groan. Ink still leaked down from above, pattering against his dark stained clothes. He swatted at it halfheartedly. Frankly, heâd already had enough of it. His free hand reached to gingerly rub his back, the other keeping him from flopping backwards. He got up as carefully as he could. How in the world he didnât break his spine from that fall was beyond him. But, he thought ruefully, it wouldnât be much of a story if the protagonist died right away, would it? At least the pain and injury would fade quickly. The trope of animation errors at its finest. âAlright⊠alright,â he grumbled to himself. âI better get a move on. Whereâs those blasted valvesâŠ?â A glance around the room didnât reveal much. It was a simple space. What wasnât cut off by a small ink waterfall was still half flooded with the foul sludge. A metal shelving rack sat against one wall. A pipe with a valve was against another. Easy enough. Henry was about to wade to the pipe when something flashed in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head towards it, not caring that his neck protested painfully. What looked like a thin box glowed softly on one of the shelves. Henryâs brows furrowed. If it glowed, it had to be important. He paused a moment to see if he could recall⊠â⊠Oh!â he snapped his fingers eagerly. âRight! Tapes!â He splashed clumsily over to the shelf, giving the âboxâ a look over. It was an audio log. He could see that clearly now. A little beat up and stained, but unmistakable. A small smile twitched at his lips as he ran a hand over it. He couldnât quite remember who this one was⊠but he didnât think it mattered. Any trace of his old friends was good enough for him. The voices made him feel less alone. He could do with a little less loneliness. Henry gently pressed the play button, watching the little machine come to life. The tape clicked softly into place. There was a moment of quiet whirring before a grumbling voice rang from the speaker. âItâs dark and itâs cold, and itâs stuck behind every single wall now. In some places, I swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees! Whoever thought that these crummy pipes could hold up under this kind of strain either knows something about pressure that I donât, or heâs some kind of idiot,â a man barked gruffly. Henry recognized it instantly, his smile widening into a grin. âTom!â he said brightly. âGood to hear from you, old friend.â Ah, yes. Thomas Connor. The studioâs repairman. Henry shook his head as the tape continued, the memories of Thomas complaining about pipes drifting up in his mind. ⊠of course, a few choice phrases in the recording made the toonâs smile slip. âLike a dying dog on its last legs,â Thomas said about the pipesâ noise. He wasnât wrong, but the mention of a dying dog⊠âThis whole darn thing⊠just isnât natural,â Thomas grumbled uneasily. âYou could say that again,â Henry muttered darkly. Of course, it was the last phrase that really sobered him up. âYou can bet, I wonât be doing any more repair jobs for Mister Joey Drew.â The final click of the recording echoed in the silence. Henry gave the log a long, hard look. â... well, you werenât wrong, Tom,â he finally sighed. âYou certainly werenât wrong.â Reaching for the log, he flipped it onto its back. If he remembered right, he could probably get the tape out of there⊠a muffled click let a smile flit across his face. âThere you are. Câmere, you.â He slid off a panel in the back to reveal an old tape. It had a labelled transcript taped to it, thankfully. Thatâd help keep track of names. He carefully slipped the tape into his pocket, setting the empty audio log back on the shelf. With the tape listened to and taken care of, Henry turned his focus to the task at hand. Draining all this awful ink. He slogged through the black sludge that stuck to his knees, making his way to the first valve. It turned easier than the one upstairs, but still made the same godawful groaning noise. âGeez Louise, you were right about the noise, Tom,â he winced. The ink level was falling, though, so he didnât complain more. He was just glad the valves worked. âOne down, two to go.â Glancing around, he spotted the door to the stairwell through the waterfall of ink. Because⊠of course it would be back there. Where else would the door be but behind more ink? Henry put his arms over his head as he jogged through the inkfall, shuddering at the feeling of old ooze on his limbs. He continued his jog down the steps, grumbling as yet another waterfall blocked his path. Stepping through this one gained him more than a shudder, though. It was a downright uncomfortable grimace. His foot had splashed right down into another deep puddle of ink. âAw, câmon now,â he sighed, wading down once again. âCanât ever leave things simple and easy, can we?â At least this valveâs right in front of the stairsâŠ
Another two rounds of groaning pipes, descending ink, and running down steps deposited the now soaked-and-grumpy toon in a rather cramped room. Calling the space a âroomâ was almost too generous. It was more like a glorified broom closet. A very drippy, very busted up one at that. âWeâre gonna need a dozen teams of restoration architects in here,â Henry said flatly. âAnd thatâs at a minimum.â Ink dripped slowly down from his hair before he flicked it away. A quick shake off had him relatively clean, minus some staining on his shoes. Once he was satisfied, the toon turned to the one other defining feature of the room. A closed door. It didnât remain that way for long, the knob turning easily in his hand. He knew his way clearly from here. The door swung in to reveal an old workshop. Henry strolled right in, gaze sliding over the sparsely furnished area. All that was of note were a few stacked barrels, and an old workbench, and a boarded up doorway along the far wall. The bit of graffiti spattered around- a venomous declaration that âTHE CREATOR LIED TO US-â drew a soft snort from the toon. Yeah, you could say that. Overall? The room was nothing of interest. No, what he was really looking for sat on top of the workbench. An axe lay out on top of it, its blade glinting dully in the dim light. Henry picked it up, testing its weight thoughtfully. It looked pretty sharp. Pretty durable, too. An axe had always served him well⊠âHmm⊠yeah, I could go for a new one,â he said decisively. Swapping the axe into one hand, he shoved the other into one of his side pockets. He pulled out another axe a moment later. This one was slick with damp ink, its blade blunt and its handle full of hairline cracks. It had certainly been through the ringer. He gazed at it fondly as he set it on the bench. âSo long, bud,â he sighed softly. âWe had a good run.â Henry took a minute to swing the new axe around. This room was as good as any to test it out. It was a little different than he was used to- no doubt because it was newer- but it swung and balanced well. He gave it a pat of approval. Approaching the doorway, he glanced it over, sizing it up. âNow-â grunting, he hefted the axe over his shoulder- ânew friend of mine-â tightened his grip- âletâs get-â and swung hard at the boards before him- âto work-!â The splintering of wood made a wonderful soundtrack as Henry chopped his way through the final hall. The work went quicker than he liked, but it still felt good to swing a proper axe again. Breaking boards was easy. Breaking boards was kinda fun. And, most importantly, breaking boards meant progress. At the end of the short hall, he leaned on the wall to catch his breath. The new axe really was nicer. Hopefully itâd last a few loops. One last door was before him, three boards holding it shut. He eyed it somberly. At long last, there it was. His entrance into chapter two. The toon straightened up slowly, rolling his shoulders. The axe dragged against the floor as he walked purposefully over. One more door. One more room. And one more unfortunate headache. Flipping the axe up, he promptly slammed it into the old wood. All three boards gave away like butter to a hot knife. Satisfied, Henry tucked the weapon behind his back. It was better to save things in his hammerspace than to trust that a certain scriptwriter would provide him another axe later. The door opened with a slow creak after he turned the knob. Before him was a small room, lit only by candlelight. Some sort of large ritual circle was drawn in the center of the floorboards. Candles sat flickering at six points around its edge. Edging in, Henry kept an eye on his feet and the circle. That thing might be his ticket to chapter two, but he didnât want to jump on the train early. The location didnât feel fuzzy as he looked around, but⊠well. You never know what could pop up next in this studio. At the wall across from the entrance, two coffins leaned side by side. A boarded up door was to their left. On the right side of the room, three chairs were set up. On the left side, there was an empty shelf. Whom the chairs or coffins were for, Henry couldnât say. The sight of the door, at least, was reassuring. All that was left now was to step into the circle. â... you better make this quick, Joey,â he muttered.
Without further ado, he planted a foot squarely in the inky circle.
The pain he felt was immediate, surging up through his leg and into his head like a lightning strike. He couldnât help but gasp, hands flying to his head as he doubled over. An image of the ink machine flashed before his eyes. By the time he squeezed them open and shut to dispel it, the pain had lurched him sideways. An image of a wheelchair greeted his newly opened eyes, and he groaned desperately. The pain was cranking higher- higher- so much he could barely see straight. He fumbled around, vision clouding up as he tried to turn back to the door. All that greeted him, though, was one last horrifying image. The ink demon was standing there. Illuminated by the light of an open door behind him. Reaching for him. Some distant part of Henry felt his body stumble backwards. His mind finally fell into darkness. And then⊠Then⊠⊠Nothing.
Nothing but the dark of the ink.
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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 19 - The Emotions of a Child
Synopsis:Â 6 years. Thatâs all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, youâre a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.
Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)Â
Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse
Length:Â approx. 5.5k wordsÂ
Chapter 19 - The Emotions of a ChildÂ
      âMommy! Look!â Min Ja cheered as she saw you by the front entrance of her school with both Hoseok and So-Hee. The three of you had been talking together as you waited for the kindergarteners to be let out, and we alerted by the sound of their shouting. Min Ja ran up to you, a paper clutched tightly in her hands. It had been one week since Min Ja had her off day since Weong-Bin had tried to sink his controlling teeth in his little girl. Though he wasnât giving up just yet, Min Ja had pretty much returned to her normal self, despite a few setbacks. Maybe Hoseok was right, she was going through a separation phase from her Dad. As your daughter finally reached you, you knelt down to meet her as she practically jumped into your arms.
      âWhat is it?â You asked curiously. Min Ja held out the rolled-up paper in her hand to you, and you took it, standing up to roll it open. So-Hee was doing the same with San-Haâs picture. Upon opening it, you saw the family portrait she had drawn. The one with you, her, and Hyo Bin, and Weong-Bin standing by his house. As you looked it over, you noticed something that wasnât there the morning you had placed it into her backpack. Beside Min Ja, stood a man with some wavy dark hair, and a little heart-shaped smile as he and Min Ja held their little stick figure hands. On top of the paper was a big star and smiley sticker placed there by the teacher for a job well done. âOh wowâŠâ you smiled. âYou did such a good job!â
      âShow Mr. Hobi too!â She begged. Without even waiting, she took hold of Hoseokâs arm. âMr. Hobi, look!â
      âOkay, okay.â He smiled, leaning over to take a glance at the picture. âWow! A star and a sticker? Augh, Iâm jealous!â He said and saw out of the corner of his eye, Min Jaâs eyes light up. As he continued to look, he noticed the little stick figure depiction of himself and blinked. For a moment, he felt his chest tighten a bit, and he glanced up at you. You looked over at him too, giggling. âAww, you added me in there too?â
      âYeah, I did.â Min Ja said happily. âI did it right before school, so itâs a little bit smudgy. Iâm sorry.â Hoseok chuckled, kneeling down and offering Min Ja a smile. She smiled back at him as she fixed her two pigtails. âDo you like it still?â
      âI love it~.â He said happily, offering his arms out. âYouâre the sweetest.â Min Ja, of course, didnât hesitate and jumped into Hoseokâs arms just like she always did. So-Hee also looked over her shoulder at the picture, then to you.
      âOh my God, my heartâŠâ she sighed. âThatâs so precious.â
      âI know.â You said, rolling the picture up. âIâm so glad the girls like himâŠâ
      âTell me youâve mentioned moving in.â She begged softly, so Hoseok wouldnât hear. The thought of it made you let out a frustrated sigh, and you glanced at her.
      âHoseok thinks sheâs going through a bit of a separation phase since she doesnât see her dad a lot. She keeps asking me about him and when heâs going to come back into our family, itâs been going on all week. I donât know what to do. But Hoseok thinks moving in now will make it worse, so weâre going to wait.â So-Hee sighed as well, just hearing that made her sympathize.
      âThat must be so rough. But Iâm sure sheâll get through it. San-Ha went through something similar when her father started going on more business trips last year. Constantly sad, asking about him every minute of every day, wanting to call him. She even tried to pack her bags and move in with him.â You chuckled.
      âYeah, but your husband is a good man who still comes home. My ex is the exact opposite. I just donât know the best way to help her.â
      âEver think about family counseling?â she asked.
      âI tried.â You said. âRight before the divorce, I tried. Didnât work.â So-Hee smiled,
      âWell, Iâm here if you need me.â She offered, placing a supportive hand on your shoulder. It made you comfortable, and a smile formed on your face. âIâll see you tomorrow.â She said. âSan-Ha, time to go.â She called, and the girls looked up.
      âBye, Min Ja.â San-Ha waved. Min Ja waved back before watching her friend hurry up to her mom. âBye, Miss. Cho.â She said, looking up to you. You offered her a wave, before watching her take her mother's hand and the two-headed off.
      âMommy, can we hang up a picture in my room?â Min Ja asked curiously, taking your hand.
      âOf course, we can~.â You said happily, her hand clutched tightly in yours as the three of you headed off school grounds and back to the house.
      After picking up Hyo Bin and arriving back home, the four of you just took some time to relax after a long day of work. Hoseok had found himself napping on the couch before having to go in for his afternoon lessons, and you had helped Min Ja hangs her picture up in the bedroom. She was very picky though, wanting it in the perfect spot, leaving you shuffling side to side for a good ten minutes as she examined it with a fine eye, like an interior designer.
      âRight there!â She finally shouted, and you had to quickly shush her so she wouldnât wake up Hoseok. âSorryâŠâ she whispered. As she watched you tape up the picture, she picked up Hyo Bin as high as she could and walked over to it. âLook, Hyo Bin, thatâs me, and thatâs you.â She said. Hyo Bin looked up at the picture, which was at a level low enough for Min Ja to see pretty well, but Hyo Bin needed to be lifted. âSee? And thereâs Mommy and Mr. Hobi.â Hyo Bin looked at the picture, before pointing to Weong-Bin on the other side.
      âDaddy!â She said quickly. Min Ja shuffled over, struggling to hold her toddler sister. âThereâs Daddy!â You took this moment of the two of them occupying themselves to sit on the floor and watch them. You didnât do it much, but you just loved it when you could sit and watch them do whatever it was sisters did. Up until your mother remarried and you gained Taehyung as a little brother, even then it wasnât really little, you were 15 and he was 14, you were an only child. These moments of childlike bliss with a sibling were something you never got to experience, but you were glad to be finally able to give Min Ja someone like that through Hyo Bin.
      As you sat and watched the duo look at the picture, Min Ja looked over at you.
      âMommyâŠâ she hummed as she walked over to you, and fit herself perfectly into your lap. âCan I call Daddy?â You blinked, glancing down at her. âI want to tell him all about school.â
      ââŠOkay.â You dug into your pocket and pulled out your cellphone. âI think heâs at work still, but we can try.â Min Ja waited anxiously as she watched you dial his number, then handed her the phone, which she pressed to her ear. You listened in too, until you heard the muffled âHelloâ from Weong-Bin, and saw Min Ja perk up in excitement.
      âHi Daddy!â She said happily, and Hyo Bin was soon to follow with her greeting. Weong-Bin laughed a bit.
      âHi, girls. What made you want to call me?â
      âI miss you, DaddyâŠâ Min Ja said. âSo, Mommy said I could call you.â
      âAww, thatâs really nice, I miss you too.â He said. âBut Iâm at work right now, so we can only talk for a few minutes, okay?â Min Ja agreed, before quickly diving into her entire school day with him, not leaving out any detail that came to her mind. She told him about her friends and her playing outside, all the news words they learned how to write, and how she got a star and a sticker on her family picture. She just seemed so happy talking to him, she always was. But this time felt so different, for some reason. You really couldnât put your finger on why, but it didnât seem like it was only this phase that had her so eager to be around her dad. She always seemed pretty content with her life, though she never fully seemed to understand the situation revolving around your divorce. As a few minutes ticked away, Weong-Bin let out a sad sigh. âOkay, honey, I need to go.â He heard Min Ja and Hyo Bin whine on the phone. âAwww, I know.â He said. âI promise, Iâll call you both later. Plus, this weekend is our weekend so Iâll see you really, really soon!â
      âBut thatâs a few days away, I want to see you now.â Min Ja pouted.
      âI know, honey, but remember what we talked about right?â He hummed gently. Min Ja looked over her shoulder at you, and you offered her a kind smile in return. âI promise Iâll see you really, really soon.â
      âOkay, bye Daddy.â Min Ja said.
      âBye, Daddy.â Hyo Bin repeated. Weong-Bin bid his own farewell before Min Ja hung up the phone and handed it back to you. When she turned to face you, you could see her eyes were turning red and her lip was quivering. Setting the phone down, you ran a hand through Min Jaâs hair.
      âMin Ja, whatâs wrong?â you asked softly, holding her close to you.
      âI just really miss DaddyâŠâ she sniffled into your chest. âI wish I could see him every day like I see youâŠ.â You felt a tug at your heartstrings, a wave of guilt wash over you as you held her close, rubbing her back. You didnât know what you could possibly say to her in hopes of improving her mood.
      âIâŠI know you do, honey. Iâm sure he wishes the same thing. ButâŠthings happen that sometimes we canât control, you know?â Min Ja sniffled, and you knew you werenât in a proper headset to have an emotionally taxing talk with your daughter right now. All you could do was rub her back and try your best to calm her down a bit.
      That night, Hoseok had come over after his meeting and an impromptu dance lesson with his favorite group of college dancers and was drained. He had arrived after the girls had fallen asleep, so you heated him up something to eat and both of you had collapsed in bed. You had told him about Min Ja, and how she had been upset the rest of the day after her phone call with Weong-Bin. You also told him that no matter how hard you had tried; you couldnât explain the situation to her in a way that seemed to help. When you tried to explain that you and Weong-Bin were divorced, it only made her sadder. You didnât even dare bring up Hoseok, even though she did know the two of you were dating, she didnât seem to fully understand that Weong-Bin coming back and having Hoseok remain in their lives were two things that could not co-exist. Hoseok soothed you about it, assuring you that it would all blow over, and Min Ja would grow out of it as she got older, and the two of you fell asleep.
      In the next room, Min Ja stirred around 3 a.m. Her eyes flew open, and she stared into the dark room, trying to get her mind together as best as she could. She couldnât remember what woke her up if it was a dream of just her own body, but all she knew was that she was shaking. Quickly, she got out of bed and hurried into your bedroom. She tried to be quiet as she pushed the door open enough for her to slide in. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw two figures in bed. She knew one was you, but when she saw the other, she felt a sense of excitement wash over her.
      Daddy? She thought as she went to that side of the bed. She quickly turned on the bedside lamp, light shining into the room. She heard a grunt, and she when looked over, she saw Hoseok roll over to face her. That excited feeling, she had washed away for a moment, and Hoseok sat up.
      âMin JaâŠâ he said softly, rubbing his eyes.  He glanced over to you, seeing that despite the entrance of light in the room, you remained undisturbed, deep in sleep. When he saw that, he quietly exited the bed and knelt down. âWhatâs wrong?â He could see her eyes were glossy now.
      âIâŠthought you were my DaddyâŠâ she said softly. Hoseok sighed softly, reaching out to wipe her eyes.
      âIâm sorry, Min Ja.â he said. After a moment of silence, he smiled. âHow about we go to the kitchen and have some warm milk, hm? That always puts me to sleep.â Min Ja nodded a bit, and Hoseok got up, turning off the light in the room and quietly leading her out into the kitchen. Once inside, she took a seat at the table while Hoseok put some milk in the microwave for her. While it warmed up, he knelt down beside her. âNow, what woke you up in the middle of the night?â
      âI donât know. I just woke up and my heart was hurting. I think I had a nightmareâŠâ she said, her voice cracking slightly. âBut I canât rememberâŠâ Hoseok smiled.
      âAaah, I hate when that happens.â He said.
      âYou get nightmares, Mr. Hobi?â she asked curiously.
      âOf course. All the time. Your Mom even has to help me get over them sometimes, when theyâre really scary.â Min Ja giggled a bit. Right before the microwave let out a high-pitched beep, Hoseok got up and opened the microwave, taking out the milk and setting the cup by Min Ja. âCareful, just in case itâs a bit hot.â He said. Min Ja sat and looked at the milk silently for a few moments, before her little hands finally reached out and took it, lifting it up and taking it to sip. âGood?â he asked. Min Ja nodded, and Hoseok pulled up a chair beside her. âGood~.â He sat for a few moments, watching her silently drink the milk. ââŠMin Ja.â he hummed softly, and she looked over. âIs there anything else I can do to make you feel better?â
      âI donât know. My head hurts and I donât know whyâŠâ
      âMommy told me you had a rough day after school today. Is that maybe why?â
      âMaybeâŠâ she said softly. âBut I think Iâm being sad a lot now.â
      âIs it because you still miss your Dad?â He asked. Min Ja hesitated, but eventually gave a slight nod.
      âYeah, a little. I see him soon, and Iâm excited. I miss him a lot. When I donât see him, it makes me really, super sad.â
      âAwww, well, Iâm sorry to hear that.â He said.  âBut other than that, you donât know why youâre so sad?â Min Ja shrugged. In a way, she may know, but she couldnât put it together yet. All she knew was that she was sad right now, but she was also happy. It was weird. âMaybe your Mom can help you. Do you want to talk to her tomorrow?â
      âMommy got sad today too, because I was sad. I donât want her to be sad, tooâŠâ she said sadly. Hoseok smiled, ruffling her hair.
      âWell if you ever find out why youâre sad, weâre here to listen to you and make you feel better, okay?â he said. Min Ja nodded, and she took another sip of her milk. Hoseok could see her eyes were getting heavy after a few minutes, and he stood up. âLetâs get you back to bed.â He suggested, lifting her up in his arms. She nuzzled into him as her eyes began to close more. Hoseok lied her in bed, pulling the covers over her and making her that she was holding her stuffed animal as she began to fall asleep. âGoodnight.â He said gently. She mumbled an incoherent goodnight, and it wasnât long until she was back to sleep. Feeling content, Hoseok left the room and returned to yours. Upon entering, he saw that you were sitting up, rubbing your eyes.
      âIs everything okay?â you asked softly. Hoseok smiled, crawling back into bed and kissing you quickly.
      âEverything is fine. Just go back to sleep for now.â He assured. You watched him lie back down and turn off the lights. As you lied down as well, you closed your eyes again.
      The minute that light turned on, you were snapped right awake. With the house being so small and so quiet, you heard everything the two of them were talking about. It killed you that you didnât know what to do.      Â
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      âSo-Hee, I donât know what to do.â You said, leaning back in your chair. So-Hee had come over for a playdate, and Nayeon had stopped by as well, and the three of you found yourselves in the kitchen while the girls were in the playroom together. You all were talking over a cup of tea, well, it was mostly you, So-Hee and Nayeon was just listening. âI want to help her but she keeps saying she wants Weong-Bin to do that. Iâve tried to explain why he canât, butâŠI guess Iâm not getting it across to her.â You ran a hand through your hair. âMin Ja is a smart girl, I know sheâs seen me and Weong-Bin fighting before I justâŠI know itâs still her father but how do I tell her he canât come back?â Lowering the cup of tea from her lips, Nayeon took a deep breath.
      âYouâre going to have to be straight forward with Weong-Bin, has he said anything to her about this?â She asked curiously.
      âI have no idea.â You said. âTheyâre seeing him this weekend so hopefully he will try to explain it to her. Whenever I do, she just starts freaking out and asking even more questions.â The girls could see how stressed and overwhelmed this was starting to become for you as you rest your elbows on the table, digging your hands in your hair.
      âHeyâŠâ So-Hee hummed, reaching out to take your hand out of your hair and grip securely onto your hand. âItâs going to be fine. Stressing out is not going to make Min Ja anymore secure. If she sees youâre getting anxious, itâll only make the girls more anxious.â
      âI know, I knowâŠâ you groaned. âI just wish I knew what I could do to make her understand. What am I supposed to say? âYour Daddy slams me against walls and calls me horrible names, heâs lucky he doesnât see you, girls, through a plate-glass window in a prison?ââ You heard your friends chuckle a bit as your attempt of a joke, and it made you force a smile of your own. âEvery time I try to explain it, I just thinkâŠwhat will Weong-Bin say when he finds out?â
      âWeong-Bin is a lot of things, but he seems to love his kids a lot. Iâm sure if you explain to him that sheâs feeling this way and itâs making her anxious, heâll do what he has to so she stops feeling that way.â Nayeon said simply. âAll you can do is talk to him and the two of you come to an agreement on how youâll help Min Ja through this. You may be divorced, but youâre both still her parentsâŠâ
      âAlrightâŠâ you said softly. âIâll talk to him when he picks up the kids Friday nightâŠâ you said softly. âThatâs all I can do. I want her to move on from this because I donât want to make it worse for her if I ask Hoseok to move in with us again.â Nayeon smiled.
      âItâll all happen in time. Hoseok isnât going anywhere.â She assured.
      âI knowâŠâ Just as you leaned back in your seat, you lifted up your cup and put the tea to your mouth, taking a sip, you heard the door to the girlâs room open. Glancing over, you saw Min Ja, Hyo Bin, and San-Ha rush out the door, giggling constantly. When they came into view, they were dressed head to toe in whatever they could grab from the girlâs dress-up box. Min Ja had on a colorful tutu, her neck covered in about 3 different colored beaded necklaces, and a sideways crown on her head. She wore an old pair of shoes that you gave them when they got too small for you, and each ring looked like it had a ring on it. Hyo Bin was only in an oversized dress, her entire body swallowed up by the massive fabric. San-Ha was in a princess veil, massive green sunglasses, and long purple gloves. They were unable to stop their laughter as they spun around to show you their outfits.
      âLook Mommy!â Min Ja shouted. âWeâre playing dress-up!â Seeing her wide, gap-tooth smile made you unable to hold back one of your own.
      âWow, you look so pretty! I love glasses, San-Ha.â The little girl giggled.
      âI need a picture.â So-Hee laughed, grabbing her phone and kneeling down to snap a photo of the three girls. You lifted up your phone and did the same, making sure to send one to Hoseok, in hopes of giving him a pick-me-up to get through work. He and Jimin were swimming in business meetings and other discussions about monthly budgets and competition funds, so he was pretty busy recently, and you tried to share pictures when you could to get him through the day.
      âCan we have pizza for lunch, Mommy?â San-Ha asked curiously.
      âPizza?â So-Hee asked, checking the time. âThat sounds good. How about we all go out and get some?â The girls cheered in excitement as So-Hee turned to you. âMy treat?â
      âOh stop, I invited you here, let me pay.â You sighed. âGirls, go take off the dress-up clothes and then weâll go.â With the excitement of pizza filling their heads, they hurried back into the playroom, Hyo Bin shuffling behind in her long dress before Min Ja went back to take her hand and help her inside. Getting out of your seat, you collected the teacups and put them into the sink. You were hoping that talking to Weong-Bin would help you handle this situation more, and would help Min Ja settle whatever confusing emotions were inside of her.
      God, I hope Weong-Bin can be civil just this once so we can handle this in peace.
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      The sound of the doorbell ringing through the apartment almost sent you into cardiac arrest. It sounded so much louder this time than it normally did. As you got up from the couch, you saw Min Ja bolt to the door and reach to unlock it, flinging it open to see her father standing at the door.
      âDaddy!â She shouted in glee, pouncing on him. He grinned as he scooped her up into his arms, spinning her around. âI missed you so, so much!â
      âI missed you too, honey.â He said, looking up. He saw you standing by the door as well. âWhereâs Hyo Bin?â
      âMr. Hobi is helping her put everything into our bags.â Min Ja smiled happily. You immediately saw Weong-Bin frown a bit, his eyes falling to you.
      ââŠMin Ja.â you said quickly. âWhy donât we go tell them that itâs time to go, huh?â Min Ja nodded, looking at her dad.
      âI want to show you my picture from school.â She said, grinning as Weong-Bin smiled.
      âOkay, lead the way.â He set her down, and she took his hand as she led him inside her bedroom, you following right behind. Upon entering the room, you guys saw Hoseok and Hyo Bin sitting on the floor, Hyo Bin running back and forth as she kept handing him things. If it was good to pack, he put it in the bag, if it wasnât, he would fling it behind his back, making Hyo Bin burst into laughter. She had just run up to him, handing him one of her pillows.
      âHmâŠnope!â He grinned, flinging it behind his back. Hyo Bin let out a burst of guttural laughter as she hurried back to her bed. When Hoseok saw you three enter the room, he looked up. âOh, hello~.â He smiled happily. When he saw Hyo Bin's approach, he saw her holding her blanket. âOkay, here we go. Letâs put this in and youâre all set, okay?â Hyo Bin nodded, and Hoseok playfully poked her nose, making her giggle. Weong-Bin took a deep breath as he saw Hoseok walk over to him. âHello, Weong-Bin.â He said simply. Weong-Bin nodded.
      âHelloâŠâ he said.
      âDaddy, look!â Min Ja tugged at his arm as she pointed to the picture on the wall. Weong-Bin walked over to it, lifting Hyo Bin up in his arms so she could look too. âMy teacher really liked my picture! She said it was very detailed.â His eyes scanned the picture, and he saw four people standing in front of the house, a boy and three girls. Then, he caught a glimpse of the other male on the other end of the picture, standing alone in front of a big house with a brown briefcase. That must be him, which meant the male holding Min Jaâs hand was Hoseok. He glanced over, seeing Hoseok and you standing by the front door and watching as Min Ja show her father every detail about her picture.
      âThatâs lovely, Min Ja.â he said, putting a hand on her head. She glanced up at him and smiled happily. âAlright, we should get going, okay? Say goodbye.â Min Ja said her goodbyes to you and Hoseok, giving you both tight hugs. When you walked to the door, watching Weong-Bin gather the girl's belongings and helping them put on their shoes, you stopped.
      âWeong-Bin, I need to talk to you.â You said quickly, and he glanced up. A smile formed on his face as he knelt down, putting Hyo Bin on the floor before you led him into the hallway, towards your bedroom. Once you knew that the kids were out of earshot, you turned to him. âMin Ja has beenâŠacting really weird recently. At first, she was all soft-spoken and reserved, and I guess Hoseok talked to her and it started to help. But sheâs starting to get weird again.â You said. âIâm sure youâve noticed; she wants to call you more often and sheâs always asking me when she can see you.â
      âYou think thatâs weird?â He asked, and you could hear the annoyance in his voice.
      âN-not weird.â You said. âJustâŠwell, sheâs been acting strangely in general. She asks me why you canât come live with us anymore.â
      âWhat have you told her?â
      âIâve tried to explain it to her, but I donât think Iâm getting it through to her. I think sheâs going through a separation phase, thatâs what Hoseok said. Could you maybe just talk to her? Try to explain it to her in a way she can understand. I want us to be on the same page with this, itâs really starting to heighten her anxiety. Just tell me youâll talk to her.â Weong-Bin felt a grin wanting to form on his face, but he forced it away.
      âIâll talk to her.â He assured, putting a hand on your shoulder. You let out a deep sigh and nodded, smiling at him a bit. With that set, the both of you headed inside the living room again. âOkay! We ready?â He asked, and his girls nodded. âAwesome~. Alright, guys.â He took both of their hands, and they all said their goodbyes before heading out. Hoseok closed the door and turned to you. He could see you looked a bit uneasy, so he walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.
      âAaah, itâll all work out. Donât worry about it.â He assured. You nodded, tightening your grip on him.
      âI just hope he says the right things to her.â
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      That night, when Hyo Bin had fallen asleep, Weong-Bin sat Min Ja down on her bed and set himself beside her. He ran a hand through her hair, and she rested up against him. He was listening to her read a few of her books to practice her fluency, but he was also thinking. Though it seemed what he had told Min Ja was working, Hoseok was trying to undo whatever Weong-Bin was trying to set into place. Whether it was intentional or not, having Hoseok around Min Ja was going to make everything and anything he said to his daughter render worthless.
      Damn that stupid grin of his. He thinks heâs some fucking saint. He thought to himself. As he heard Min Ja finish up her story, she closed the book and set it aside.
      âGood job, sweetie.â He said, smiling down at her. âNow, I and you need to talk again, okay?â Min Ja looked up at her dad and frowned.
      âOh noâŠâ she said softly. âDid I do something bad?â
      âSomething bad? No, no.â He assured, rubbing her back soothingly. âBut we have a problem. Mommy wants me to talk to you. She said youâre telling her that you want me to move back in.â
      âYeah, Iâm sorryâŠâ she said, remembering his request not to say anything.
      âNo, thatâs good!â He said quickly, making her lookup. âI want to move back in with you and Mommy, so if you say it too, it might change her mind about it. We just canât tell her that weâre talking about it in secret.â He could see the wheels in Min Jaâs head beginning to turn, so he continued. âHobi is making it very, very hard for me, Min Ja. I think heâs doing it on purpose.â
      ââŠOn purpose?â
      âYeah. He doesnât want us to be a family anymoreâŠâ He sighed, looking down at her. âHe doesnât know how lonely I am here, and how much I miss you.â
      âWellâŠthen maybe you can tell him that. Mr. Hobi is really, really nice when I tell him things that make me sad. Like once, he screamed during a movie and it woke me up. I told him not to do it anymore, and he promised he wouldnât.â Weong-Bin groaned, and when Min Ja heard it, her heart began to race.
      âWell, this is different.â He said simply. âMr. Hobi and I both love your Mommy very much, but I loved your Mommy first. Mr. Hobi is being very selfish with what heâs doingâŠâ He held her close. âI just wish I could see you every night, and we could lie down like this until you go to bed all the time, and read stories. Wouldnât you like that?â Min Ja felt a lump in her throat.
      âY-yeahâŠâ she said softly. âBut Mr. Hobi is nice, IâŠ.â she looked down at her lap, remembering what he had told her a week ago.
      I know Iâm not your dad, but you and Hyo Bin mean a lot to me.
      âMin Ja.â Weong-Bin said simply. âDidnât I say it makes me sad when you donât trust me?â he asked gently. Min Ja nodded again and ran a hand across her eyes. âI only want whatâs best for you, and that would be us being a family again. I canât spend any more nights at home all by myself, it makes me really sadâŠâ Min Ja glanced up at him. âAnd Iâve known Mr. Hobi a long time, so I know him really well and it makes me even sadder that you donât trust meâŠwhen all I want is to make us a family againâŠâ Min Ja couldnât hold her tears back anymore.
      âIâm sorry, DaddyâŠâ she said softly. âI trust you. I really, really do. Iâm sorry.â Weong-Bin looked down at her, wiping her eyes as she sniffled and whimpered.
      âIâm so happy you do, Min Ja. You know I love you very much, right?â he asked. Min Ja nodded, hugging her dad tightly. âI promise, really soon Iâll be living in your house again and weâre going to be a happy family.â
      âOkay, DaddyâŠâ she said softly, nuzzling into his hug. As she felt Weong-Bin lie her down in bed, and kiss her goodnight, he left her alone. As she lied in her bed, staring at the ceiling, she felt her heart racing. She thought that everything was okay now, she had felt a lot better after she drew Hoseok in her picture, and everything felt as if it was going back to normal.
      Why did her Daddy make everything in her heart and head hurt so bad?
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ok youâve all been waiting for it my thoughts on the sonic movie!!!
under cut cause long
so overall! I really liked the movie! I think it sorta landed pretty in the ballpark of what I sorta expected quality-of-plot wise and how much Iâd be entertained by it. which is satisfying!!! Iâm going to like, stream of thought this, starting with some criticisms which are gonna be kinda hefty cause im critiquing something I care aboutÂ
so right away I really disliked the ârecord scratch so this is me I bet youâre wondering how I got in this situationâ opening like Iâm not sure if it was intentionally a self aware joke on that being cliche and dumb but it does like, really frustrate me cause my philosophy for most stories is Start your story where it begins!! which made the backstory infodump more frustrating on top of that, like, I think thatâs an easy mistake to make to want to spill your Backstory right away but itâs not necessary! the audience doesnât NEED to know immediately what sonic was like in his homeworld and his tragic separation from it. we already have the audiences suspension of disbelief in play because they know theyâre watching.. a movie about sonic the hedgehog in the real world. I think the backstory stuff would have been much more impactful as a flashback later on, especially when sonicâs whole arc is how lonely and isolated he is. it would be a better punch in the heart to later on be like so by the way as a child his guardian probably died and sent him to earth for his own safety. so that was like AUGH you blew itÂ
next up that i think was unnecessary like, completely, was establishing that sonic already knew the main cop guy and his wife (omg I already forgot their names..because they were not memorable but weâll get to that fjdsg) and like, secretly immersed himself into their life thatâs ?? odd to me? I think it would have been fine to just have sonic be like attached to the whole small town and he thinks the cop is cool and calls him donut lord, and thatâs the extent of it like cause the problem is later down the plot when sonic finds out cop guy is leaving green hills and flips out about it.. Iâm like, not sure if I believe sonic, immersing himself in their life, had NOT known that was a thing cop guy wanted to do like he NEVER heard about that??? but thatâs like whateverÂ
I donât really like the cop guy as the protag human like. oof he was very bland and Iâm trying to figure out how to put this into words............ I feel like a character like him isnât someone the audience can really connect to. this guy has a virtually perfect life with a house and a dog and a job and a wife, his Conflict is that he wants to move to california and see more action and save people, but the WEIRDEST thing about it is that the prospect of leaving his little town behind isnât really shaking him up at all. it shakes SONIC up later, but up until that point.... the cop just has legit a perfect life and itâs kinda sad because sonic appearing in it physically becomes something that immediately has the effect of âstarting to ruin itâ and thats why the cop is so like, mean about things at first.Â
see I donât really like that it doesnât make a lot of sense to me. if I were to rewrite this keeping the general ideas in mind, I would have opted for a ... paul blart crossed with judy hopps. a guy whoâs life isnât all in order, maybe not living in trash but he doesnât have a wife, he DREAMS of being a cop and saving people, but he doesnât quite have what it takes physically/mentally or maybe heâs too afraid to even try. he loves his rural town but thinks like, maybe if I move to the big city Iâll find myself maybe heâs offered a job there for something boring and is like resigning to a boring life idk thereâs a lot you can do but you get the idea! a lonely underdog with big dreams. so when Sonic comes into his life, its WAY more impactful to paul hopps.....judy blart...... that Sonic pleads for help saving his life and this sudden adventure isnât ruining his life either.Â
then LATER when we get to sonic being upset that paul hopps wants to leave, itâs less this awkward confrontation âhow dare you wanna live your already in motion dreams somewhere ELSE because people love you HEREâ (like .. oof bad take tbh) it would be a much nicer âwhy do you want to leave your home to become a hero when everyone here already sees you as oneâ and instead of the shabby like âwell I guess Iâll stay because i crossed off saving someone from my bucket listâ paul hopps would feel fulfilled he saved sonic and I actually you know what? Iâd change up the whole scene with the turtle to be at the end where paul hopps becomes a cop in green hills and he like, saves a turtle crossing the road and is like! thatâs what its all about being a hero! like thats cute and resonates with an audience, the message like, being a hero just means being kind and doing the right thing, which is way more suitable for a sonic movie when the sonic series has always been a campy power of friendship thing.Â
in a similar vein, the cop being a lonely underdog would give him a better connection with sonic, so that even if he was annoyed by him at first heâd later have the understanding theyâre one in the same, you know? connections people!! themes!!!!Â
anyway but enough of that auÂ
so the last thing Iâm like iffy about is how robotnik was handled. like jim carry is funny and stuff but it felt like a bit of a mess like, this character is repeatedly reminding us what a hard ass IâM SUPERIOR THAN YOU MY IQ IS HUGE but then being super mega goofy, like Iâm all for eccentric scientists but it felt kind of disconnected? and idk like not to be that guy but man.. i remember when sonic 06 came out and everyone hated how eggman was slimmed down to what he looked like in that game jfkdfsgksdj like my brain really doesnât find a fully slender bodied eggman palatable like......... let my mans be fat ... WHICH tbh Iâm a little nervous because at the end of the movie we see this implication that robotnik is turning more visually into the eggman we know with the stache and bald head but Iâm worried theyâre gonna also go with âand he also gets fatâ cause I donât like that sort of thing, you know?Â
i think thatâs all for my major criticisms!! but otherwise like! the movie was genuinely really fun and goofy and it felt very in spirit with the sonic franchise!Â
if you read bogleechâs post I agree with him whole heartedly that this is the best characterization of sonic. it feels almost like?????? the characterization he was MEANT To have but he always ended up going TOO MUCH in the direction of confident and cocky and being too cool and successful about it? I love sonic with that hyper teenager-like personality, itâs incredibly charming and cute, like I never Hated sonic as a character but he was defs like... lower on my list of characters in the franchise I found interesting. I felt like I could connect with movie sonic a lot and like! iâd want to be his friend, you know? I really really want to see more of him like that!Â
I also agree big time that the movie had the best use of bullet time Iâve ever seen! Iâm like omg?? WHY hasnt that ever been a mechanic in a game?Â
and overall just like the cuteness like............I literally almost cried when the little girl gave sonic her shoes like AAAAAAAAAAAAA WEEPS............ and the end with sonic getting his own room thats so super cute too!!!!Â
oh and the post credits scene with tails was SO FUCKING HYPE like, people in the theater audibly gasped and started being like YESSSSSSS tails looks really great!Â
so like YEAH dabs ,, being a story snob aside it was a fun and cute movie and Iâm glad to hear it trumped detective pikachu for a video game movie Iâm glad itâs brought some attention to the sonic franchise! like while itâs cool in some aspects that Nerd Culture is mainstream now, itâs absolutely exhausting the HUGE focus on that is marvel and DC and all that stuff........ like theres nothing wrong w/ liking that but its like.. hm.... idk how to explain it but................. as someone who was bullied a lot in school for liking things like sonic.. like I guess stuff like that people usually see as lame stuff for babies??? superheroes are more like, macho and palatable to adults?? itâs been a good experience for all my normie coworkers to ask what I did for valentines day and I tell them âI saw the sonic the hedgehog movieâ and I BRACE myself reflexively to be laughed at but not a single person did they were just like oh cool! how was it? like it really makes me appreciate I got to at least grow up and feel a little more accepted!Â
so THATS my thoughts feel free to comment and discuss!Â
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Park Jimin/Reader [F]
Genre: Demon AU, Drabble
Words: 1.6k
Angst - 12: âWho did this? Who hurt you?â Fluff - 13: âGod, youâre so beautiful.âÂ
Youâve been told for as long as you can remember if you hang a foot off the bed at night, or keep your closet door open, a demon would appear and take you away. Where to was an answer you were never given. Though, no one prepared you for the demon who fell through a portal in your ceiling into your bed at 3 AM. Â
You were still up, binge-watching the latest hit show until balls-ass oâclock against better judgment. With class in the morning and the clock just hitting 2:57 AM, you starred at the bright numbers in your dark room. You were one of the lucky students who managed a single dorm without having to bunk with someone else. On the 4th floor of the 7-floor building, all the way at the end of the hall by the stairwell was your small dorm.Â
It was like magic. Maybe it was magic. At the exact moment the clock flicked to 3 AM, it went haywire. Blaring its alarm that wasnât suppose to go off until 7, you shrieked. Slapping the snooze or flipping off the alarm did work to silence it. Soon, you jolted out of your bed, abandoning your tablet with your show to unplug it. Finally, it was silent, but not for long. Â
Soon, a flash of what was lightning circled your ceiling before something fell and hit your bed. Scared out of your wits by now, you ran and scrambled for your light switch. The lightning disappeared as quickly as it appeared as you flipped on the light. There was a man on your bed.Â
âWhat the fuck?!â You shrilled as the man lay unmoving on his back on your bed. You stuck your head out a bit. His face wasnât visible from where his head was on your pillows. âHello?â You spoke with a crack in your voice. The sound of your show drowned in the background as you slowly stepped around your bed to look at the man.Â
He was gorgeous. Dark hair with light highlights scattered along his fringe. Skin a golden tan, shining and smooth like the finest paint. Dressed in a torn, holey white shirt and dark pants, his feet were bare as his toes past the end of your bed. His jawline was sharp and his small body seemed toned even fully clothed. You looked him over when his eyes suddenly shot open. Â
âAugh whAT THE FUCK!â You screamed as you flew back onto your ass on the floor as he threw himself upwards looking around. He looked around, a brow quirked down in confusion before he saw you, a human on the floor. Then he screamed.Â
âWhat the hell?!â He shot up to stand on your bed, banging his head on the low ceiling. He winced as he rubbed his head then looked back to you. A human, young looking, dressed in shorts and flannel that hug off your shoulder.  âA human? Where the hell am I?â He questioned. Â
Instead of giving him an answer, you gasped as you stood up, yanked a pillow off your bed and swung it at him.  âGet your nasty feet off my bed!â You shrieked as you wailed on him, somehow hitting his head and flinging him sideways off the bed to tumble to the floor. You gasped as you dropped the pillow and panicked as you grabbed your head.  âOh god, I just knocked something into the wall! What if I just killed a man?!âÂ
As you panicked to yourself, scrambled around the room, you soon hopped over him and opened your bedroom door, running into the hall to grab a first aid kit from the bathroom, only to come back to the guy sat up and rubbing his jaw. You sighed in relief as you dropped to your knees next to him.Â
âThat was rude, even for a human,â he hissed at you. Â
âOh god, did I give you head trauma? Youâre acting like your not human.â Â
âIâm not a human,â you blinked at him and his dead serious expression. His hand dropped from his jaw as his eyes blacked out and small fangs pushed at his lips and horns pushed out his forehead. His fingernails sharpened into claws as he cocked his head.  âIâm a demon.âÂ
That demon, named Jimin, decided that night that as compensation he would be rooming with you until he decided otherwise. With a fit from you and a steel will from him, he ended up winning. Itâs been 4 months now since he dropped into your life. He was apparently kicked out of his demon homeland which he swore up and down wasnât Hell. Â
It was odd having a demon around, to say the least. When you talked about your sudden roommate your friends, of course, wanted to meet them. When they met Jimin with his white smile and happy personality, people called him an angle. You offered an eyeroll with each compliment. Though, it was all true.Â
Jimin was a sweetheart. At first, he was cold, strict even. But one day, he just changed. It was like he saw you werenât a bad person or something, but he started smiling and helping you around the dorm. Â
On the weekends when you werenât engulfed in college, he would drag you out of making sure you stayed in the living room with him instead of your room. He had been booking it on the pull out sofa, as he denied your offers of getting him a real bed. Â
It was a Friday afternoon, and he sat jittery in the living room waiting for you. Normally you would be home by 3 if you didnât have any evening lectures. As far as he knew, you didnât. So, why werenât you back when it was half past 5? It was a quarter til when you opened the dorm door with a sign. A sign that Jimin heard with his spiked hearing and had him jumping up to greet you at the door while you heeled off your shoes.Â
He gasped when he watched your pull off your jacket and saw a bruise on your arm and shoulder. It wasnât hard to see how when Jimin came around and word of how you were rooming with a hot guy word got out and girls got a wee bit jealous. Â
Unnecessarily so. Â
âY/n?â He questioned as you looked at him and smiled. Â
âHey, sorry Iâm late. I got food though. Itâs cold, but we can heat it up.â You brushed by him, ignoring the elephant in the room that is your bruises he so noticeably took a negative interest in. He trotted after you as you soon pushed the food into the microwave.Â
Jimin stepped up behind you, throwing his arms over your shoulders to hang his hands in front of your chest. He didnât deny the fact that he warmed up to you and started to care for you. He wanted to take care of you and keep you safe, so the bruise on your shoulder he pushed his lips on worried and angered him.Â
âWho did this to you? Who hurt you? Was it a group of girls again?â You sighed, obviously not wanting to talk about it.  âPlease tell me. Just once, youâve never talked to me about this before. I just want to know.â That was a bit of a lie. He wanted to know so maybe he could put a stop to it. Â
âJimin, itâs fine. Donât worry about it.â You tried brushing off the issue once again. He sighed as he rested his chin on your shoulder as the microwave beeped, timer running out.Â
It was a week later when Jimin walked into our room when you were sleeping. You still hadnât cracked to his questions, so he took the initiative. Kneeling at your bedside, he put his hand on your shoulder and started peering into your memories. Seeing a group of 3 girls push you around and throwing books at you, he got angry. Watching the scene from the past as he took his hand off you, seeing enough. He leaned over your bed and kissed your forehead. Â
âLetâs fix this.â The next morning, Jimin wasnât in the dorm. Thining he stepped out, you shrugged as you got ready and left for classes. It was lunch when your friend Lisa ran to your side. Â
âY/n! Why didnât you tell us!â She whined as you looked at her confused, chopstick hanging out of your mouth.Â
âTell you what?âÂ
âThat Jimin enrolled, duh!â You gasped, just as shocked as her. Â
âI didnât know! What?!â You jumped when someone slung their arms over your shoulder and move to slid beside you on the bench you sat on.  âJimin?!â He laughed at your shock as you nearly dropped your chopstick completely.Â
âWhy the shock? I can go to school too.â He smirked. You leaned in closer to him.Â
âBut youâre a demon!â You whispered at him. He rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek. Â
âDemonâs need education too. Donât be so simple-minded.â The rest of the day, he was basically your shadow. You were standing at your locker, swapping books when out of the corner of his eyes down the hall he saw the group of girls who turned you into a victim a week ago. He scowled as you noticed and looked down the hall following his eyes.Â
You gasped, hiding in your locker as they got closer. Jimin looked around, the hall was scarce, not many students. He grabbed your shoulder, pulling you out of your locker, slamming it shut and pinning you against them. You gasped as he leaned closer to you, nose brushing yours. The girls halted, watching the scene from afar with open mouths and whispers voices.
âJimin?âÂ
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he breathed before he kissed you.Â
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TEMERAIRE LETâS READ: BLOOD OF TYRANTS, THE WILLIAM LAURENCE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT NG+ SPEEDRUN
- oh NO LAURENCE D:D:D:
I do love that one of his first realizations is that heâs definitely not dutch tho lol this dumbass remembered that he was english before he remembered his own name
- caught between OH NO TEMERAIRE (and itâs only page 9 itâs going to be one of those books huh) and laughing my ass off at the thought of him swooping into notoriously isolationist japan and yelling âHAVE YOU GUYS SEEN MY DAD???â
- âYes,â [Laurence] said, unyielding, as he could not be otherwise. ahahahahaha way to summarize the entirety of old school!laurence with one fucking sentence
(I am very much enjoying this uh. âsetbackâ of his character actually? novik really did just roll him back to factory settings and went ânow... from the top again, letâs see if youâve been paying attention these last seven booksâ haha. no one told me thereâd be a test!!!!!!!!!!)
- Kaneko really has the patience and graciousness of a saint, @ laurence please... please try to be marginally less sketchy hm? (I guess his sheer obliviousness to how direly he comes across here must be why kaneko hasnât dismissed him out of hand)
- yâknow... at least laurence is in no position to have to worry about all this shit temeraire and the others are pulling. when people start talking about black-scaled celestials shaking the country to its very foundations heâll be blissfully, innocently unaware. thatâs something, I suppose... well who am I kidding weâll 100% get a couple of paragraphs of him convincing himself this is all his fault somehow anyway
- . . . and His Majestyâs Government does not behave in such an underhanded a manner as to attack another nation with no warning or quarrel. aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha oh what a strange beautiful fantasy land youâve been residing in for most of your life william laurence, hang on tight for the opium wars
- hahaha oh my god this is like a platonic version of that text post
temeraire: have you guys seen my dad??!?!
them: what does he look like?
temeraire, crying: beautiful and human and has gold buttons
- I take it all back old school laurence is such a tremendous idiot. just PRETEND youâre willing to cooperate at least you huge fuckign dummy, all youâd have to do was say something vague about how the ship canât get too close to shore; it wonât actually help them and theyâll know it but you wonât make yourself look so unspeakably willfully suspicious
- Â :( making me read things where temeraire is just hurting should be ILLEGAL actually
- NO LAURENCE STOP TRYING TO KICK LITERALLY EVERY POLITICAL HORNETâS NEST WITHIN REACH BAD BOY he is... a disaster but I love him and fear for him as a son so here I am anyway
- hahahahaha yeah wow laurence it sure would suck if you ever had to commit treason huh death probably would be preferable indeed
b o i
- i like that it took him like a week to even give a single thought to edith lol at least he remains aggressively himself
- I think temeraire basically just invented dragon baby photos and I canât even think for how darling it is
also every dragon physician is delightful; they fear neither god, man nor huge ass patients who could swallow them in a bite
aw man I love gong su
- ahahahahahahah kiyo is the actual best I canât breathe
KANPAI INDEED, MY LADY, MY LIEGE, I DONâT CARE WHAT ELSE HAPPENS I WOULD FOLLOW YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH
Laurence was forced to at least moisten his lips in a show of accompaniment, and hope that he had indeed buried Caesar and not praised him, or for that matter raised him from the dead one act too soon; he was not perfectly sure. He did not think he had been this appallingly drunk since he had been a boy of twelve, trying to make good on every toast at his captainâs table. I. am. dying
thank you thank you thank you for the mental image of laurence drunkenly trying to stumble through the âfriends, romans, countrymenâ speech as well as the entire rest of the play in a one-man performance
- oh no... I would die for junichiro, baby boy who loves his teacher SO MUCH ;____________; aaaaand there are laurenceâs adoption instincts, I see, right on time <3 I like how they have had one actual conversation now and laurence is like âah well nothing for it then guess youâll have to stay on my ship and Iâll have to be your dad now, brash 16 year old childâ
junichiro is being Full Teenager about laurence not knowing ~*obvious*~ things and itâs a delight
- yâknow this period of japanese history is always portrayed in the west as paranoia and it could probably only be done because the country was a strict military dictatorship at the time... but having read oh, any history book ever, deciding that nope nah donât think so no europeans ever is the greatest âfair enoughâ in human history. Â (...I guess this series is sort of AU fix it fic of the period in the first place haha)
- seeing temeraire this level of straight out angry is very interesting and also very unsettling
- ooooof whenever laurence almost-remembers temeraire... stab me in the heart why donât you
- man churki really is the mom friend of these dragons sheâs the only one who has a lick of sense
- *laurence, upon clobbering several men with an oar* âMaâam, I beg your pardon,â Laurence said to the old woman, who was still sitting ramrod-straight in the ferry over the side from him and regarding him with a flat expression of utter disapproval and not the least evidence of fear; he put out a boot over the side and shoved the ferry off with a heave
god this book is just a continual parade of glorious mental images, just this old woman glaring at him like âRUDEâ and âMaâam, I beg your pardonâ fdslfhsdlkjh
- I have a lot of sympathy for hammond. imagine having to navigate the extremely delicate diplomatic situation between europe and japan, with the real prospect of a war breaking out over it, while temeraire is looking over your shoulder... real dragon in the glassware shop vibe going on here, iâm sorry about your life hammond
- AUGH laurence just sort-of-remembered emily he just half-remembered he basically has a daughter someone hold me (...junichiro is so so sweet ;___;)
- bwahahaha yeah Iâm sure the only reason this impressionable young kid whoâs slowly becoming very impressed by you has for sneaking glances at your bare chest is manly appreciation of your battle scars laurence, well done (I mean a supremely understandable innocent teen crush to develop but stay safely out of that, kid; I trust tharkay to survive the sheer field of mayhem around this man only because heâs got like 20 years, extreme competency and a world of cynicism on you)
- aw junichiro :(:(:(
- ...laurence you need to stop making your dragon boi think youâre dead because this is hurting me. my heart lies in sad little pieces on the ground right now. you are stepping on them with tapdancing shoes.
- âI am under an obligation to Junichiro,â [Laurence] said, quietly, âwho you must know has aided me for love of you. If I surrender myself and am made prisoner in this way, will your honor be satisfied?â
fdsfhsdkfsdja  *ELMO SURROUNDED BY FLAMES GIF* this is all awful theyâre all such good people why must this happen why this Â
(what a way to remind me why I love this stupid wonderful man so much tho uuuuuugh)
- âHe is a prince of China, and my captain.â âThe devil I am,â said Laurence. This might be the funniest heartbreak I have ever experienced
- good job making me cry whenever I read the words âprincipia mathematicaâ naomi novik that was real nice of you
- maximus is such a solid bro. not the brightest, but by god a good 80% of that boyâs gigantic body mass is pure heart
- I love the sheer trollishness of just dropping all these hints about whateverâs going on in the US and then moving on like nothing has happened lol at least itâs deeply implied that hamilton squandered his chances at the presidency by pulling his dumb hoe act in this universe too... constants and variables friends constants and variables
- bOY for a moment there I really did wonder if junichiro was going to die, thank god for a quick google to stop my heart from leaping up my throat and out into thin air to shatter yet again on the flagstones beneath
- in unrelated news I recently found out a bit more about the whole historical Situation in Australia at the beginning of Tongues of Serpents (incidentally, by reading Mark Forsythâs âA Short History of Drunkennessâ, which is very funny and quite interesting although I can personally testify that the chapter about vikings at least is completely riddled with misunderstandings or straight out factual errors about the mythology, the role of women in society and uh the entirety of how poetry worked so maybe take him with a pinch of salt lol), and now, in retrospect, I have to say Novik does a poor job conveying the sheer hilarity and madness going on at that time. Like. I was quite bored in those first few chapters, whenever Tharkay didnât have page time. how could you make this incredible spectacular shitshow boring. it should have been easy comedy gold and not just like. misery. oh well great times, letâs return to the book at hand
- I remain utterly devoted to Lady Kiyo. livinâ life, drinking sake, giving no fucks, absentmindedly scoping out the western style ships and starting an entire modern navy for her country, getting some Theater up in here.... truly I would follow her into the jaws of hell itself, safely in the knowledge that sheâd find some way to have a good time down there
- kaneko tearing up at laurence promising heâll take care of junichiro đ this is so cruel to me, personally, specifically against my person, I am undone
- I like how the incan dragons are told like âdonât pick just one special person; you can love all your humans equallyâ while the poor japanese ones are told âactually donât love any of your humans very much at least not more than Honourâ lol they must have so many neurotic dragons running about b/c that when that attachment happens it seems extremely central to their psychology (and considering lady arikawa itâs not like theyâre exempt from it, theyâre just supposed to repress it to conform)
- laurence desperately trying to work out whether emilyâs his daughter without actually asking anyone... delicious
the descriptions of rolandâs letters: even more delicious
- temeraire sees the sad remnants of laurenceâs robes and âhello darkness my old frieeeeendâ starts playing in his head... too bad laurence isnât really in a position to experience the relief
- He is very much a one-note character, but OâDeaâs resolute dedicated fatalism is extremely funny
- hahaha poor temeraire... when you try to introduce bae to the family and they insist on being TOTALLY EMBARRASSING god
- The guilt of having caused pain to one deserving only consideration at his hand mingled with unanswered disquiet. Iâm bawling laurenceâs dad instincts are so pure and good even tho everythingâs a bit messed up right now. like this whole paragraph is so powerful b/c you can see laurenceâs natural loving impulse at war with his dadâs cold authoritarian parenting style and because his lived experience is removed he doesnât know what is right.............. oh b o y
- oh okay I see my earlier comment about the opium wars proves unexpectedly prophetic
- it cannot be overstated how much I love junichiro or how happy I am that laurence is being so soft and patient with him. this kid has Been Through some shit
- emily roland shoulder to shoulder with laurence killing fools and he never doubts her for a moment... *chef kiss emoji* Â
- the problem with these books is that there are just so many good characters and so many of them donât get any real page time in any given one -- Iâm sitting here plaintively like âI realize this is not the most pressing issue right now but how is demane and sipho doing. are they okay. does sipho have enough booksâ
- ouch memory loss isnât stopping laurence from flashing back to victory of eagles :(
thereâs something so disconcerting about knowing why laurence reacts to things the way he does when he doesnât; novik is using that very efficiently, this is a very satisfying use of amnesia just from a writerâs POV haha
- I like how none of these suckers really have the tools (or in some cases even inclination) to understand how messed up junichiroâs political situation is in all this
they just expect him to come home to britain with them and meanwhile heâs just found out that The greatest threat to his nation (from his POV I mean china/japan relations irl seem uh complicated) has more dragons in one field than heâs ever seen in his life. itâs a rough and lonely deal being this kid in this book
- oh ouch yes hey there laurence there might have been... a little bit of treason. true. extremely justified treason tho. I mean. oh dear
we donât have tharkay and his unique mix of deep cynicism, incisive sarcasm and surprising depth of concise moral clarity here to assist with the aftermath so this could get  u g l y
- listen what did I SAY about making me read about temeraire being miserable   :(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((
- SIPHO!! hey baby boy pls have some thought for your brotherâs cardiac health tho
- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw the fact that laurence is getting out of this crisis so much quicker this time because of his bone-deep instinctual knowledge of how much he loves temeraire, which doesnât need specific memories to be true and felt. god. jesus. stars above
- laurence: approaches little
little: gay panic
- [Laurence] groped after the truth of himself like a prisoner in Platoâs cave, watching shadows. *clenches fist with great emotion* fuck naomi novik why must you be such an excellent goddamn writer im in pain
- oh hay arkady
poor poor temeraire feeling like a failure in every way is so awful but also kind of funny. âoh shit arkadyâs egg oh fuck oh crapâ
- I LOVE that hammond is so clearly and repeatedly shown to be a very astute political thinker and working shit out before everyone else! he may be a dumbass and a bit of a weasel but by god heâs great at what he does!
- laurence wouldnât have changed anything if he could u guise. I . that. hm. oh
- thARKAY
.........arkady I am only a human and a small one at that but I will find some way to climb up there and wring your neck
(how cute is it that apparently jane roland realized she needed someone to find laurence and was like âwell I need someone who can take care of themselves and knows the area and speaks dragon and Understands the chaotic ways of william laurence and also has looked uncharacteristically like a kicked puppy at the very mention of his name ever since being forced to leave him behind in australia.... hey tharkay you want a jobâ fhkjshdfkalhsd)
- Iâm very glad I googled ahead and spoiled myself a bit on this, because if I just read this part fresh I would have expired on the spot
- MISSION GET MY BOY BACK SAFE FOR GODâS SAKE is a go
- general chu is pretty cool for an old dude you feel me
- . . . and Laurence knew him; knew him and knew himself.
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what... what pure undiluted soulmate nonsense is this. what. how. WHY would you do this
- I think I said something offhandedly in my victory of eagles reactions about how tharkay makes laurence remember who he is. I. thought I was exaggerating slightly for dramatic effect at the time. um wow
- I am having the sort of feelings about I need to write fiction about because my ability to express it any other way is failing me. Thatâs just about the highest praise I could give, really, Novik sure knows how to plant interesting seeds in her stories lol
- for the record this is not how I wanted him to end up in laurenceâs bed
(im not thinking too much about how he got hurt b/c if I do Iâll start crying and thatâll just be embarrassing for everyone)
- âI hope you will forgive my mentioning it, Will,â Tharkay said, eventually, rousing Laurence from his reverie. â -- I recognize there is a certain pot-calling quality to my doing so under the circumstances, but have you noticed that the top of your head appears likely to come off?â
a) my love for him is just. so pure. so complete. so deep b) consistent first name basis; the one sure way to make me swoon c) the implication that heâs just been quietly watching laurence while he was lost in thought... im so soft
- oh god laurence very gently helping out demane and roland because he remembers now....... i cry and my tears are blood welcome back buddy
- âI am of the opinion,â Tharkay said, âthat you ought not assign to free will something more likely the consequence of a sharp blow to the skull.â
he truly is the gift that keeps giving. an endless cornucopia of sarcasm and delight. we do not deserve him. Â
- [The man he was eight years ago] would not have valued his own feelings, on such a matter, higher than the law and the discipline of the service. *AIRHORN AIRHORN AIRHORN* there we have it folks thatâs literally his character arc spelled out, he would have done SO MUCH BAD SHIT because he thought his own feelings didnât matter and yet he chose another direction, stupendous, brilliant, revolutionary
also him trying to get his support across to both of them in as roundabout and discreet way as possible... laurence you beautiful disaster
- im just so happ. so happy. so happy temeraire has his dumb dad back
- oh so the russians think the BRITISH, of all people, are too soft on their dragons... ruh-roh
- sdfskadlfj yes good tharkay the ROBES (also the implied depth of fond schadenfreude-tinged amusement contained in that âthose particularly magnificent robesâ.... *prayer hands emoji*)
laurence is like ET TU BABE?????
I think this is very delicate gong su speak for âplease do not be a dumb bitch your majestyâ
hahaha chu knows whatâs up -- I am growing desperately fond of him, please donât have him suffer any cop-one-day-from-retirement style accident
- âIf I may cut your Gordian knot,â Tharkay said, with a glint in his eye. fdsklfhsdkflhdsakjfhdskjh remember back in black powder war when he was all closed off and phlegmatic and purposefully distant... and here he is... with a glint in his eye and a crazy ass plan that requires other people and that he actually shares before pulling it off and calling laurence by first name in public......... weâve come so far
- Also this means heâs close enough to Laurenceâs height and build that he can wear his clothes without it looking weird, which is nice to know because Laurence is sometimes more preoccupied with describing what men are wearing than, yâknow, what they look like lol. (probably not quite as broad in the shoulders, tho, since itâs pointed out every time laurence is described that he has shoulders like a linebacker)
- temeraire: eXCUSE me god didnât do this the emperor of china did???!?! rude???
- pffffffffff tharkay and chu being jaded world-weary bros for a second there... this is what I read these books for folks
- NOOOOOOOOOOO chu this is the one thing I asked you NOT to do D: temeraire being sad and scared about it is slowly murdering me, thank god laurence is back online for him
- dunno this napoleon dude sounds pretty great and all but this also sounds suspiciously... like trying to invade russia in the winter time. immovable force and unstoppable object or something. I mean I donât read history so I donât know. might be a great idea. whoâs to say.
- I see that tharkay and laurence have reached the âcommunicating complex information solely through eyebrow movementsâ stage of their relationship. *drinks this excellent excellent OTP juice with both hands*
- god I love how cool temeraire!napoleon is, in a strangely believable way. heâs just so weirdly charismatic and novik is SO GOOD at setting up a situation so you understand just how brilliant a move heâs made whenever he seems to be backed into a corner and turns it all around. I kind of want him to win at this point (though tbf all of europe fucking sucked at this time so like he doesnât have to doll it up TOO much to look better by comparison haha)
- boooyyyy Laurence is P I S S E D (also him being like ??? :D that the general basically agreed with him lol)
ALSO also the fact that laurence does not realize that heâs like the fucking horror story all the major authorities around the globe tell each other at night... fjksdfhsdkjlhf
ah russia. truly consistently one of the most shit places to be a peasant or apparently a dragon through so much of history.
- junichiro Y__________Y no wonder laurence is so protective of him, heâs finally met someone as stubbornly stupidly ~*honorable*~ as himself. godspeed bb boy I wish you only the best even though I know your story line is never properly brought up again
- I ship... roland and demane... so much. like with my heart. sheâs so young and earnest and curious and misses him so much and casually scandalizes alice about it fsjdakfjhds
- well I mean. dragons eating people is clearly not  g r e a t  but also... karma. yâknow?
- this is a lot of words to use to convey the sentiment âoh they are all so fuuuuuuuuuuuuuckedâ naomi novik
(feels a little like she wrote herself into a corner here tho -- sheâs set up such an impossible situation, in RUSSIA in the WINTERTIME, that Iâd need a hell of a lot of convincing to believe they get out of it)
- aaaah okay I really enjoyed this one too, especially the first half! I feel like this series is often at its most inspired when it sticks to a tighter character focus (for example I still vividly recall the part in the first book where Laurence stays in his fatherâs house and itâs Bad. relatedly........ F U C K lord allendale), and this brought that in spades. I love this series so much, itâs shamefully underappreciated in the speculative fiction world.
also it brought *me* to my knees with a simple âTenzing,â [Laurence] said, which... holy shit. fuck. damn. thatâs my personal recommendation of this book, tbh, even beyond my wish for this series to be more appreciated within the genre: Tharkay was there and it was very gay and non-obnoxious soulmate vibes???? I never even thought it could be done but here we are
This is probably going to be my last reaction thingy for the foreseeable future, since my local library doesnât have book 9 and honestly... having read a few summaries of what happens in it Iâm not that keen on reading it? Thatâs not the ending to this story I want, so Iâll just live over here in denialville, I-realize-the-author-made-the-choice-to-not-make-further-use-of-Lien-AKA-THE-coolest-antagonist-in-this-series-and-indeed-did-not-wrap-up-numerous-character-arcs-or-plot-lines-but-I-donât-like-this-choice-so-Iâll-ignore-it
(actually I do sort of appreciate the idea of not having one grand final duel or something, because thatâs not how it usually works in real life, but that sheâd just shrug and not mercilessly hunt for the revenge sheâs so clearly motivated by when everything she loves is falling apart around her again... thatâs too much of a letdown to bear, really)
let me just... live in willful ignorance and pretend anything could happen from this point onward haha.
- let me give a final shout out to my boy gong su, whoâs been hanging around since book 2 (!) and yet we do not know One Single personal detail about him for certain except that he sure knows how to handle knives. thatâs some good spy shit right there, he knows what heâs about
#temeraire#blood of tyrants#willzing#william laurence x tenzing tharkay#aaaaaaaaand last one for a while! I had a lot of fun with this one even though I lost focus for weeks at a time at some points haha#that's not the book's fault that's very much a me problem
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IN BETWEEN PT 4
pairing ;Â Wonho x Reader x huyngwon
 Genre : thriller , AU
status ; on going
You waked up panicking ,looking around you. Apparently, you had fallen asleep on the couch of the nursery room .Changkyun placed a cup of water on the table in front of you â youâve been tossing in your sleep , and sweating a lot too , are you okay? â âChang.. how long have you been here ?â he gulped down his water â ..enough for me to know that you are struggling with something â he sat down next to you and rest his arms on your shoulders â whatâs wrong â ânothing really ⊠its just work â â hey , we have been friends for almost two years you canât lie to me â you sighed  , knowing that he was right , talking to him made more relaxed â I- I donât know itâs Hoseok heâs umm ..Iâm thinking about him a lot â your friend nodded slowly , trying to understand your situation  â well Iâm here If you wanna talk Y\n you know that â you smiled at him â I know â â was that nightmare you had earlier about him ?âyou snapped at his question ,the dream you had âno..no that dream was about me â  Changkyun eyebrows pinched together â what ?â  you pulled your hair back while you talked â i-I was in the water , I was drowning and it was so dark  and cold and âŠI was just there ⊠I did not try to pull my self out â â why ? â âbecause .. there was someone I was believing that will pull me out â Changkyun was looking at you now with concern â those hand .. the one held me did not pull me out , they tried but I think they couldnât â â wait ⊠they ? â  â their were two persons holding me â
Hoseok was waiting for you with more relaxed expression and he gave you a mall smile when you entered âwell you look good Mr.Shin , slept well â âHoseok , call me Hoseok from now on â his smile became even brighter your heart skipped a beat âOkaay..Hoseok, how are you today ? â I think Iâm fine , Y\N ?â you raised your eyebrows â thank you for listening to me  , you are the first person to do so â you smiled â and I think in the first person to un cuff you , right ? , I think you are gonna be fine with out these â you took off the cuffs made his hand a little bit loosen and off pain , he then offered his hand , and you accepted them  he squeezed yours a little bit while looking into your eyes â I know ⊠Iâm not making much progress and after listening to me you think Iâm truly insane and â you shushed him quietly â Hoseok , you are not , you are a good man and I believe in you â you rest your palm on his face , he felt so soft and squishy â I know itâs hard ,  I just need you to try harder, you only told me about the fight , can you at least tell me who he was ? â he looked down â he was.. my best friend , my only , actually â he chuckled nervously , but his eyes suddenly started to drown with tears , he was somehow angry about what happened and he canât explain why deep down inside you knew there was something more than that , something hidden for some reason â when its time ,Iâm gonna tell you moreâ ââŠokayâ does that means he remembered something already and did not tell me about it ? â but you can tell me a name ?â he shook his hand in refuse  immediately â I canât â âwhy ?â â âŠmaybe laterâ ââŠ.okayâ Hoseok attacked you with his adorable smile out of a sudden , planting roses in your cheeks  âwell then i- Iâll be back in a minute Iâll get some papers done - â âY\Nâ you name from his lips made you breathless â can you hug me ?â you froze from the shock for a second but still you faced him and chained him  with his arms and so he did and you could feel how strong he is , how warm he is you could fall asleep in his arms  he pulled you closer and held you tight from you waist , he rest his head on your shoulder and stayed like this for a while and you did not mind  , he somehow smelled like candies and you like that . You almost dozed off when he whispered to you , making your heart beat fast âplease , stay by my side â
You went outside right to the bending machine and took three bottles of water to drank them all at once to put the fire inside you off . your face was still burning you could tell that you were feeling something as you were falling to him , slowly but easily , how could you not ? he is a visual thatâs true but somehow its wrong , he is in need for your help and you are afraid from breaking his heart and make his situation worse but you couldnât stop your heart to beat crazily when you see him , his smile , you shook him from your thoughts and gulped down the rest of your water until you choked yourself with it . you started to cough out loud like an old man with a  bad cold . A hand slammed your back to let you breath again âAUGH GAWD !!!â âwao !! sorry , you almost die I thought I might help â his voice was smooth and quite while he rubbed your back . You turned to face a tall young man with a white coat on and a white shirt with the first three buttons loosen exposing a little bit of his jaw line , your jaw ajar a little bit from this beautiful sight , you looked silly that he laughed a little one when he saw your expression â are you okay now ? â he pushed his light pink hair to the back âyea, yeah Iâm fine , thank you for slamming my back my eyes almost popped off but still ..â he chuckled â glad to help â looking at him you realized that you never saw him before â you are new here ?â âyes this is my second day !â â oh really , well Iâm Dr.Y\F\N  welcome around !â he smiled and accepted your hand that you offer âIâm Chae Huyngwon ,nice to meet you .â
#Monsta X#monsta x fanfic#monbebe#starship#destroyer#huyngwon#wonho#hoseok#AU#thriller#kpop#fanfic#kpopfanfic#angst#paitient#love#triangle
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The Four Seasons, Missing
AAAAAAHHH! Iâm finally writing more of this! And there are mortals in it this time! Well, barely. So, if youâre just catching up, this is more of the Norse Mythology/Seasons au for the sanders sides. Here is the first one I wrote, and here is the origins story. Reminder: Roman is summer, Anxiety is fall, Logic is winter, and Morality is spring, and their ages are in that same order. Forgive me for using google translate. Okay, letâs do this.
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Warnings: None I can think of. 2,086 words.
Abstract: A modern day myth. The myth of an abnormal year.
Autumn walked over yet another building. The summer was extremely hot this time around. He was in the mood to cut it short, if only he could find him.
âWhere are you, you prep?â He mumbled to the desert landscape.
Autumn removed his hoodie and held it over himself as a shade. The hot Arizona heat was making him irritable. He caught a breeze and rode it to the top of the Chase Tower, the tallest building in the city. From there he scanned the city streets, looked out into the suburbs, and looked out at the mountains. He sensed nothing.
Autumn glided down to the hot cement below, mumbling curses to himself. This summer, his highness, as he and the others often called him behind his back, had not returned home once. The cabin was usually hot and dry this time of year, but not this hot. The trees were beginning to become dehydrated, which was beginning to make Spring distressed. Autumn had to cut this off now.
Autumn knew about Phoenix. He knew how hot Summer let it get here, but somehow this year was worse. It had been over a hundred and ten degrees Fahrenheit for over a week. Even for Phoenix that was a bit much. He had to be around here. He had to be.
Reluctantly, Autumn ducked behind a building on his walk and tied the hoodie around his waist before making himself visible to the mortal eye. He was going to regret this. He just knew it.
Humans. So many humans, even with the heat. He leaned against a tree and tried to psych himself up to talk to someone.
Ugh. This was hard for him. Spring and Summer talked to mortals all the time. Summer flirted and made friends and went to parties. Spring played with children and playful adults and complimented random people. Winter didnât talk much, but if he wanted to or needed to he had no problem. Autumn, on the other hand, was terrified of approaching people.
He swallowed hard. Just talk to one. Summer loved showing himself to mortals and it is really hot here. Its really likely heâs been here.
He began walking up to humans and fighting through his social anxiety to talk to them. None of them he talked to had seen a guy that kind of looked like him but in a gold jacket and white shirt or skater t-shirt or something wearing sunglasses.
After a while he simply couldnât take the heat anymore and felt like he was going to pass out, so Autumn rode the winds home.
He opened the door noisily with his hoodie tied around his waist. It was over a hundred and ten degrees outside. In here it was only ninety.
âShut the door! Shut it!â Came an irritated voice from the other side of the large one room hall.
Winter was sitting on his bed with his shirt halfway unbuttoned looking like he wanted to kill someone as Spring set up another fan next to him and he held a bag of ice to his head.
Autumn closed the big wooden door.
âHey, big brother!â Spring said happily despite the sweat sitting on his forehead. âAny luck?â
âAfraid not. His highness, lord of deserts and drunken beach parties is nowhere to be found.â
âDid you check Phoenix?â Winter asked.
âYes. I spent a good portion of today in Phoenix. I was saving it for last though because you know how I hate that place when heâs in charge.â
âWhyyyy do mortals even live there?â Winter groaned. âAugh. Its even worse than here.â
Fall went to a freezer in the corner and pulled a bag of ice out before throwing it at Winter who caught it despite his diminished reflexes.
âWhy donât you go to Canada or something? Man, you morons hardly ever leave the house when its not your season. Canada is nice this time of year by both of your standards.â
âWhat about by your standards?â Spring asked.
âYou know the answer to that. Nothing impresses me.â
âWhat about Led Zeppelin? Winter asked, holding the new bag of ice to his forehead.
âHey, Jimmy Page was hot. You canât blame me for going to a lot of their concerts.â
âWas?â Spring said in confusion.
âI was going to lead into something but I donât remember what.â Winter said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his head.
âYou were talking about Led Zeppelin.â Spring said helpfully, getting Winter to lie down and putting a damp washcloth on his brotherâs forehead.
âAh, correct. The heat is dulling my senses.â
âWhat else is new?â Autumn murmured under his breath.
âI was going to mention that you spent a lot of time following them around during their 1975 tour. You barely remembered to find Summer that year to stop him, and I actually had to find you to get you to relinquish control.â
Autumn folded his arms, indicating that he was both annoyed and thinking.
âSo, youâre thinking that our big bro has a new boy toy heâs stalking?â
âCorrect. And if he gets distracted, wellâŠâ
âDrought!â Spring said excitedly.
âSpring, buddy, thatâs a bad thing.â Autumn said as patiently as he could.
âUh, drought. Noooo.â Spring said, trying to sound more upset.
âThere we go.â Said Autumn.
âJust find him!â Winter complained.
âWell, if heâs got a new crush thereâs only one person to talk to.â Autumn said.
Spring audibly gasped. âYou donât mean?â
âYup. Her. And youâre coming with me. She hates you the least.â
âOh sure. Perfectly reasonable to just leave the one who relies on cold to survive at the house during summer.â Winter said.
âQuit your passive aggressive moaning and go cause some mayhem in Australia or something.â Autumn said. âCome on, Spring. We need to call in a favor.â
Freja sat on her throne of wood, looking in a hand mirror, putting on eyeliner. She did not want to go into battle looking like she had just rolled out of bed.
Suddenly there was a whoosh of mixed warm and cold air and it was so distracting her hand slipped. A line of liquid eyeliner was now going down the right side of her flawless face.
âWho DARESâŠâ she began before seeing who it was.
âWe dares.â Said Autumn, waving with two fingers pointing up and pressed together. âSup?â
âHiiiiii!â Spring said. âWoah, your makeupâs looking a little out of line there, isnât it?â
âWould you⊠not make puns when weâre here on business?â Autumn asked.
âI canât help myself. I just have to spring into it.â Spring said, a huge goofy grin on his face.
âPardon me, but why are you here? Whenever you show your faces it never means anything good.â Freja said, fishing around in her purse for a makeup wipe.
âWell, youâd be right about that!â Spring said happily.
Freja looked at him in confusion. âHow can a god be that powerful and stupid at the same time?â
âYa met Thor?â Autumn said, raising his eyebrows in a condescending manner.
âFair enough. Why are you here? You hardly ever talk to the gods.â Freja said, beginning the process of fixing her eyeliner.
âSummerâs gone missing.â Spring said.
Frejaâs hand slipped again and the makeup wipe flew down to her blush, undoing a lot of the work she had done there.
âWhat? You cannot find him?â She said. âBut you are the only ones that can keep track of each other.â
âAnd it gives me stress.â Spring said, his smile unwavering.
âSame.â Autumn added.
âSo why are you telling me this? I am a very busy goddess.â She said, removing the rest of her makeup because what was the point anymore
âWe think heâs found a new boy toy.â Autumn said. âThatâs usually enough to distract him.â
âIs this anything like what happened with Jimmy Page?â She asked.
âSo she does know! Alright!â Spring said as Autumn blushed a deep pink that showed through his pale makeup.
Freja thought for a moment. âYes, I think he is infatuated with someone, but I can never pinpoint any of you. Unless youâre standing right in front of me.â She said, gesturing angrily to them.
âWell, youâll have a story to tell all your friends.â Autumn said. âThatâs all we seem to be, really. Conversation starters.â
âBut not with Ăgir.â Spring said.
âYeah, not with him.â Fall agreed.
âI think I might be able to tell you which continent though. If I concentrate hard enough. But why would I do that for you? I have to fight a bitch that was insulting my outfit the other day. He is going down.â Freja said, murder building in her steely blue eyes.
âFighting people isnât nice.â Spring said matter-of-factly.
âIâm a war goddess. Now get moving. You look like a young suburban dad and a tacky hot topic customer.â She scoffed.
âYouâre going to help us.â Autumn said, folding his arms as a threat grew in his deep brown eyes.
âAnd why is that, tall, dark, and brooding?â
âBecause we know just how many dwarfs youâve slept with for jewelry and one time I hid a cursed hat for you.â Spring said happily.
âWe see a lot of things, girlie. Remember what happened when you got that?â Fall said, getting close to her and pointing at the intricate amulet hanging around her neck. âOdin made you start war among men to get it back. Whatâs he gonna make you do if he finds out youâve been doing that same thing for over five thousand years? Something much worse than war, Iâm guessing.â
âAnd if we canât find Summer its only gonna get hotter. We have you cornered!â Spring added happily.
âHe is⊠much less stupid than Thor.â Freja remarked nervously.
âAnd a lot more dangerous than he looks.â Autumn admitted.
Summer sat on a bench staring longingly at the young man that had fallen asleep next to him. Yes, this was perhaps the best month he had experienced in many decades. He brushed back the manâs braids to get a better look at his dark face. So perfect, soâŠ
âFrance, huh?â Said a voice behind him. âI didnât know you liked French boys.â
Summer jumped. It was Fall. The boy sitting next to him was startled awake and began making some surprised declarations in French.
â ĂĂș ĂŠttir aĂ° byrja aĂ° keyraâ Autumn said, a playful threat in his voice.
Summer did start running. He flew through the streets of Paris, never stopping for an instant. He crossed the river in one bound, but the second oldest followed closely behind.
Summer ducked behind buildings and between mortals, invisible to their eyes. He thought about making his way into the French countryside, but that always just made it easier for the other. Autumn was faster than him.
Some years the chase went on for days or weeks. This was not one of those years.
Autumn sat happily on Summerâs back, pinning him down.
âWell, right under the Eiffel Tower. Donât think Iâve ever caught you here before. Iâll have to add this to the list. Statue of Zeus, Taj Mahal, Battle of Chickamauga, and the Eiffel Tower.â
âWhy do you always include the battle on there?â Summer asked, fighting his way up.
Autumn let him go. âBecause you refuse to run around interesting places. Its a short list. By the way, next time donât get so distracted.â
Summer put his sunglasses on. âYouâre one to talk, Led Zeppelin.â
âThat was one time! Uh, I have to get to work. You made it pretty hot.â
âOh really?â Summer asked, looking at his younger brother over his sunglasses.
âNot like that! Youâve doomed the west coast for several years to come! I hate it when you do that. This is the dust bowl all over again.â
âHey, I was really drunk. I donât even remember most of 1930.â
âOy. Just go home.â Autumn said.
Summer did go home. As soon as he opened the door he was greeted by a book to the face that knocked him over completely.
âWhat!?â He yelled.
âWelcome home.â Winter said, giving him a hand up.
âI hate you.â Summer said, taking the hand.
âSpring is out visiting a mortal friend. Do you want to watch a movie?â
âCan it be Pixar?â Summer asked, rubbing the bump on his head.
âYes, but I get to choose which one.â
âSo, Wall-E then.â Summer said, opening the cupboard looking for jiffy pop.
âPrecisely.â
#sanders sides#seasons au#sanders sides seasons au#norse mythology au#thomas sanders#prince sanders#roman sanders#anxiety sanders#morality sanders#patton sanders#logic sanders#logan sanders#fanfic#fan fic#fanfiction#fan fiction
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Soulmate au is when the 2 characters are meant to be in a more magical way? like, maybe they were born with a mark that helps them find their other half or destiny wants them together, you know what I mean? is like... like the red string of fate! their souls are bonded together. I am not the same anon that ask about the soulmate au, just want to let you know what it was :P
Thank you my friend!
I did some research and found out more about Soulmate Aus! :D
Iâve decided to combined âHearing your name from the Soulmateâ and âHaving trouble being away from soulmate and having to come back because of longing strugglesâ. I hope that works xD
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Prompt:
Amy heard the crowd cheer out his name.
Her eyes flicked, something about it felt right, but she wasnât sure why.
Looking around the crowd, she peeked her head out to see a bunch of rescued flickies being released from a contraption of sorts⊠a blue boy bouncing on a yellow button to free them.
He posed, hands on his hips with the back of his wrists. His head held high, cocky and confident.
He folded his arms as he smirked for the photos.
She couldnât help but stareâŠ
She wondered if this was love at first sight.
â
Later, after some tarot card reading, she took off for Palm Tree Panic. Before this, this was a quiet girl, expected to marry and just be a stay-at-home kinda wife. You know, with that dainty kinda life.
But the second she drew forth his name in her throat, the second the syllables formed, she knew.
âSonic!â
She felt her heart race and something rise from her feet, forcing her to skid with her heels to stop herself.
It was like a truck flew upward and sped out of the ground and up through her body; bringing the sensation with it as it hit hard and swiftly. Completely knocking her clueless as a bubbly sensation of fizzing wonder floated up her stomach and stopped her breath.
What on earth was this?
The boy turned around, his face frozen.
Had he felt it too?
She walked a little closer, though the name rang through her mind and her body was lit up with a warmth again, a pure and underlying longing came to her to be closer and say his name again.
ââŠSonic?â
This time, she watched him jitter from his knees up to his nose, having the vibration carry as slapped his two hands to his nose, and blinked, in shock.
His quills bristled, much like her own, and she thought for a secondâŠ
Her soulmate?
âSon-â
âStop!!!â
She plugged her mouth with both hands, about to step forward but became to afraid too.
She desperately wanted to finish speaking his wonderful name, to hear that glorious ring and feel that amazing rush!
But the boy looked afraidâŠ
âIâm sorryâŠâ she softly spoke, but didnât let this awkwardness continue.
She bounced up and happily did a small sway of her body, having her arms follow the gesture before her hands covered her face in shy fists again.
She blushed, and pulled them down again.
âIâm Amy.â she stated. âAmy Rose.â
She repeated this, just to be certainâŠ
If him saying her name caused the same sensation then.
ââŠAâŠEM.â he cut himself off, looking down.
He was clearly uncomfortable, as he slowly moved a leg back, shaking as his whole body wanted to try and say her name too.
He tried to get away, walking like an uncomfortable march, as if something was between his legs, giving him a wedgie. This uncomfortable walk was because his legs had almost gone completely limp, and his heart was pounding while some strange sensation of fire and water boiled within him uncontrollably.
It was confusing and scary.
âWait!â Amy called, holding a hand out and looping an arm around his arm, nuzzling up to it as she once again swayed herself closer, making him lean his head back.
He sweated as she batted her eyes.
âUhhhâŠâ
âDid you feel that too?â she inquired, before giggling and looking like a smarty-pants, but trying to be alluring.
She tilted her head down and continued her flirtation, or what she could pass off as flirtingâŠ
âIf you felt that by me saying your name⊠then you must feel the same when you say mine!â she cheerfully stated, squeeing a moment as she released his arm and shook back and forth, her face covered again, acting coy.
âEee! How embarrassing!â
âU-âŠUmâŠâ Sonic kept sweating profusely, feeling suddenly too hot and faint, he kept trying to inch away⊠moving backwards as he did so, trying to not startle the strange girl that sent an odd feeling through him. âE-embarrassing?â He spoke through gritted teeth in a fake smile, his eyes slightly showing how crazy he thought this all was.
âWell, yes!â Amy kicked a leg up and swung it behind her, placing her two hands clutched tightly together and up by her side as she closed her eyes.
Her head looked up to the sky, as she sighed-Â âBecause if it is so, then weâre soulmates! And youâll never want to be apart from me-!â
A sudden gust of wind, and she blinked her eyes open, looking ahead.
âAH!â she gasped, offended as her arms swished down through the air and shook by her sides, seeing him take off without herâŠ
âOhhhâŠ! The nerve! Iâll have to teach you some manners! Come back here!â she stomped her foot down, the wind kicking up, as she suddenly took a deep breath.
âSOOONNNIIICCC!!!!â
This time, the sensation changed.
She giggled, suddenly feeling like she was being tickled, and then, a massage that completely relaxed her⊠her eyes looking to enjoy the feeling, her feet digging into the ground as if someone had scratched behind her ears. She blushed before an electrical circuit of sorts traveled up her spine and exited through each individual quill, making her let out a cry of delight before shaking her quills back in place from being elated upwards.
âIt HAS to be my soulmate!â she chimed, overjoyed! âMy hero~â she swooned, instantly in love with the idea!
She suddenly dropped her arms and looked shocked again, âOh my goodness!â she exclaimed.
âNow weâll have to get married!â she threw her arms up, jumping in her glee, âYeee~ Iâm gonna be Sonicâs wife!â the same tingling, but on a lighter level now, still noticeable though.
âYou are not!â
She suddenly blinked her eyes open from her dreamy state, and looked over across the way.
The boy was trembling, his eye twitching, as he was clearly feeling the effects from her call.
She had no idea if the sensation was doubled because it was his name or not, but she enjoyed the feeling it gave her.
She smiled, happily, before putting an innocent finger to her mouth and ducking her head down.
â
Playing innocent, eh?
Sonic growled in his mindâs thoughts, ticked off he was triggered so easily.
What was this!? A soulmate!?
PAH!
Like he, Sonic The freakinâ Hedgehog, would have any need of any woman-partner!
Bleh.
He felt the sensations finally leave.
Good.
Though they died down slowlyâŠ
Ugh.
The feeling lingered a bit but he ignored it, or at least tried to as he folded his arms and rolled his eyes.
âDonât tell me you believe in those stupid mythologies!â
âMyth⊠Mythologies!? Ah!â she looked deeply offended, and her open mouth expression made him snicker.
Oh good.
He could have fun messing with this oneâŠ~
He thought that with deliberate glee, motioning his fingers in a wave on his arm, smirking down at her, a devilâs look of wicked pleasure in his eye.
A soulmate?
More like a nuisance! He couldnât have âsoulmateâ on an adventure! Please! Sheâll break a claw.
He teased and mocked her, leaning up from his first expression to lower his eyelids, sizing her up and unfolding his arms to place them judgingly on his hips.
Sheâs not even all that.
He dropped his smile.
If she WAS his soulmate, wouldnât she be more than pretty?
His face suddenly dropped, looking up and off into the distance.
Did he just think that?
Pretty?
He shook his head.
Nah, man! Itâs gotta be the sensations! Ah-! N-not like he believed that stuff was real though, anyways!!! And even if it was-
He spat at the ground, lifting a leg up exaggeratedly to do so.
He would fight it till the day he died! Just in spite of it all!
âDo yourself a favor, Pinky.â he didnât dare call her by her name. âEggmanâs afoot, and I wouldnât want ya gettinâ hurt. Just run along home and forget about me, alright? Thanks for being a fan though, see ya!â he leaned forward, using the hand motion to âshooâ her away as he flapped it back and forth a moment, looking like he didnât care as he saluted a âcool-dudesâ goodbye and was about to take off.
His leg was positioned right.
His hands were curled and ready to reel forward.
He could almost feel the awkward moment dissipating behind him before-
âBut..! Ohh.. I donât have a home.â She ducked her head down, her sudden soft eyes revealing a helplessness Sonicâs eyes couldnât ignore.
His eyes had shifted back, just by hearing the shift in tone.
He glared forward, sweating..
âDonât let her get to you, SonicâŠâ
He frowned, though his kind heart was starting to showâŠ
He tried to bury it deep, telling himself it wasnât safe for her anyway, but then againâŠ
Why did he care?
âAugh.â he threw his arms up, relaxing and leaning forward in a hunch, before turning back to her.
She wasnât trying to be annoying⊠she was just looking for her hero.
He pouted, looking up again and away from her.
âYou really donât have anyone? Not one single person who gives a care about you at all?â
The harshness wasnât meant to be so⊠well⊠apparent.
But the poor girl seemed to shrink away, her fingers starting to roll over each other in nerves, and a look of pity suddenly came over her.
âI⊠I guess not.â She felt rejected, and by her soulmate?
HarshâŠ
Wait, what!?
Sonic shook his head.
Donât start that again!
âAhh, come on! I canât stand to see you sulk all of a sudden from being sunshine and rays a moment beforehand. Dang, Iâm getting soft.â he scratched the top of his head, turning away as if to dismiss his sudden kindness, but she raced at lightspeeds up to him, shocking him at her agility, before tacking him down the tall hill he was on.
âWoah-hey-waaiiitt!â
as they tumbled, he felt a sudden pull to make sure he took any damage instead of her.
This was normal though, as he was used to defending others, butâŠ
His hand wrapped around her waist, and he seriously focused on getting upright, jumping up and holding her bridal style, looking on.
He was suddenly aware of his strange maneuvering of having her in his arms, and blinked, looking down as if that was pure instinctâŠ
She smelled⊠good⊠AH!
He shook his head and flailed his arms about, letting her go on the ground as she stared at him, wide-eyed in admiring love for him.
Or so he thought.
He clutched his hand to what felt like a about to burst out heart, as if willing it to stay in there.
âLook, just leave me alone, okay? Youâre better off on your own.â he started walking ahead, dusting his arms off of her⊠ugh, scent and the feeling of her soft fur and- Grr.. heâs got strange thoughts now!
He took off, darting forward and moving through the stage.
When he felt he was far enough away, he relaxed, sighing in relief and started stretching.
âLetâs never have to go through that againâŠâ He muttered to himself, before a strange feeling of guilt came over him.
AmyâŠ
âAmy Rose!â
She had said that.
A strange allure of longing⊠followed by deep, profound impulses and urges to hold her again, took over and created a quake in his hands, as he held them out in front of himself, watching as they tensed and shook by just the thought of her name, the memory of her in their possessionâŠ
âW-wo-wo-woah⊠whatâs happening to me?â Sonic, feeling the odd thoughts start to swarm, rapidly started having his body shake, and he slowly pulled his hands up to his withdrawn head.
His eyes widened as he twitched slightly, his feet wanting to go back, his body feeling queasyâŠ
SuddenlyâŠ
âI found you!â
âWAH!â
He flinched away but she caught onto him.
Instantly, a volcanic eruption sent a signal boost throughout him, and a wave of relief followed by a gentle pressure release gave him the sensation of a pleasant nap. At least, he wasnât sure how to describe it either than that.
To his inexperience, he thought he had a heart-attack followed by heat stroke and a sudden condition of anxiety induced cerebral palsy.
His body wasnât coordinating and he was helpless to fight her off.
He just looked up, his nose twitching so he rubbed it to try and excuse himself from this mess.
Should he⊠really let her tag along?
Howâd she catch up to him so fast anyway?
Was she able to really be his..?
âPlease donât leave again! You scared me!â Amy stated, shaking her head. She started leaning up and whining slightly, the tone of her pitch right in his ear sent a goofy smile on his face, and suddenly his foot started thomping the ground like some kinda thumping in glee.
He must have lost his mind.
âIf you leave, Iâll be drawn back to you! So thatâs mean to make me long for you like that!â she shook him up, but his face just showed complete surrender to the ecstasy.
Heâd never felt this dumb before.
âUm.. miss, could you not⊠hahaâŠâ he was meaning for her to do this to him, but she just let him go, thinking he meant the shaking.
âOpps! My bad. hehe.â she giggled, having a hand up by her mouth, âI forget my own strength sometimes..â
âYour strength is⊠strong.â he was still wobbly, still goofy face, before he shook himself out of it and looked really upset.
âBle-blr-blr-blr-GRUFF. Hey! Whatâs the big idea?!â He was starting to lose his temperâŠ
Amy âeepâd, covering her face slightly, but peering over gloved hands, leaning away.
âLook, I donât have time to play with little girls.â he leaned his face forward,.. but was that really just the pull?
His fist came up to make a point⊠or was it his hand wanting to be closer to reaching for her again?
âLike I said before. Eggmanâs hunting more flickies, and I donât have time to waste around and mess with you! Scram, kid! Iâm a loner! And always will be!â he flung his hand out and stated his point bluntly, before taking off.
âOh, wait!â Amy desperately cried out, âSon-!â
âOh, and another thing.â Sonic came speeding back, placing a finger on her mouth, and turning his head with an eye squinted and the other having itâs eyebrow up, as if he was pointing out another thingâŠ
âDonât call me back! Itâs weird! And youâre better off with some prince charming. Trust me!â he removed the finger, but the touch was suddenly something he couldnât ignoreâŠ
âYou.. you alright with that?â
She had ducked her head down, covered in shadows.
ââŠH-hey⊠you arenât crying are ya⊠Miss?â He bent his head down, refusing to speak her name.
â
Anger swarmed through her.
Her true love, her soulmate.
Rejecting her so cruelly.
Didnât he know this was a once in a lifetime opportunity?
Soulmates couldnât be apart without desperately longing for the other, and saying each otherâs name was suppose to give a forever strength to their bond, a never-ending love that only grew and grew as the name was spoken by them.
She found him⊠and he was telling her to buzz off.
Like she couldnât follow him.
She could play hero too!
She rose her head up, determined.
âI CAN PROVE IT!â She hollered in his face, making him move back and blink in utter disbelief.
âP-prove?â He gawked, âProve,⊠what? Exactly?â he leaned forward with his hands on his hips again, feet together, looking curious but confused at her words.
âI can prove soulmates are real!â
He must have admired her gusto, Amy thought.
Cause he stood up straight, turning slightly to the side with his body angled, and folded his arms, giving her a formidable lookâŠ
âOh, you can, can you.â
âYes! I can! Iâll prove it right now!â she stepped boldly up towards him, toe to toe, as he looked down at the foot positioned out to her, the other on the side, and then back up with just his eyes.
âYou for real, girl?â
âSay my name!â
His head shot up and his hands unfolded, horror and shock coming over his face, before tensing it up and having a snarl replace his frown, a look of contempt in his eyes.
âCome again?â
âIâm sick of you denying it! You know if you said my name, youâd feel it too! You couldnât run or.. or hide from it anymore!â she shouted out, letting her voice fill the zone as he twitched his fist, tskingâŠ
âPfft. As if.â He leaned back up, trying to not take this seriously.
âIâm on a very important mission. I donât have time for your silly games, lady!â
âAMY!â
He froze a second, twitching an eyelid down as if he was bracing himself, lifting an arm as if he had expected that to do something to him.
âSee! You moved!â Amy pointed out, âSay it and youâll know!â
âI⊠I donât believe you! Or in your magic jargon of silly love stories!â He defended, but he was sweating again, nervousâŠ
âDo it!â She wasnât backing down, her face right at his, making him stagger back.
âUhhâŠâ he slowly started retreating, realizing this girlâs will was equal to his own.
At least, Amy hoped thatâs what was coming off.
She advanced forward, taking one step at a time as he repeatedly stepped away one foot at a time.
âAmy. Amy⊠Rose.â
âQuit it, girly! Ah..â Sonic was cut off by a loose rock, seeing it fall from his footâs weight and retrieving his foot back. Looking down at the drop, he looked a bit panicked for a moment.
âNow!â She lunged forward, as his arms spread out and he tried to arch his back away from her.
âAlright, alright! But itâs not gonna change anything! Youâve gotta go!â Sonic demanded back, shouting so she understood him.
â
Geez, I never knew a girl with so much -tude.
He snarked to himself, before watching her back away, her eyes still daggers as if threatening him to keep his bargain.
âIf you feel the same⊠I stay with you!â she folded her aggressive little arms and pouted like most little girls do.
Sheesh.
Howâd he end up in this mess?
âFineâŠâ he scratched the back of his head, âYou winâŠâ he buffed up his chest, sucking in some air.
He was about to release it, when she was suddenly swooped away.
He blinked, before turning to look up.
âWhat⊠just happened?â
âSOOONNICC!!â
âEeee! Hey!â he gripped his quills, having the sensation return but differently this time, having the quills stick up and shake straight, but his impulses feel like they had a million-bolt batteries in each part of his movable body!
âMetal me!â Sonic looked ahead to see Metal carrying her off. âDarn, we must still be in sync!â he realized, and darted his head down, glaring.
If he thinks he can take her away, Iâll-!
He sped off, not giving the thought a second look.
âHang on!â he called from below, before seeing her let out a cry of help, her eyes spraying tears as suddenly Metal flew off into the sky.
Sonic reached up, his boyhood voice suddenly echoing out a sensation he hadnât known before.
It was as if he was meant to say this sound, born into it, destined to speak it and let it rest on his tongue forever.
âAMMMYYY!!!!â
(Awww, so cute! XD I love classic Sonamy!!!)
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Questions courtesy of the fabulous @fisforfreakyme. Original post is here.
Hey, friend... I was having an off day and needed something to de-stress with for a while, so I went through the questions you came up with. It was really fun and helped to lift my mood, so thank you for sharing these.
1. Childhood favorite movie, and favorite movie now?
When I was a kid, in my family the go-to movies were âWhat About Bob?â and âThe Princess Bride,â so I had large sections of both memorized by the time I was eleven or so. Also âHome Aloneâ and âHome Alone 2: Lost in New York,â both of which were obligatory viewing every Christmas.
My favorite movie now would probably be Pixarâs âUp,â followed by âMonsters, Inc.,â âInside Out,â and anything else Pete Docterâs hands have touched.
2. Music that never fails to make you happy.
Tony Bennett is my go-to happy music. Anything jazz, really, but especially him. I also have five different renditions of âPuttinâ on the Ritzâ saved to my Spotify because I love that song so much.
3. Do you play flash games?
Not really (most of my forays into the PC game world have been through Steam games like Portal and Terraria), but Iâd be very open to recommendations.
4. Book you wish you could rewrite.
Honestly? Sir Walter Scottâs Ivanhoe. I read it in high school and still have the beginnings of an AU fanfiction saved on my computer somewhere. I got really invested in Brian de Bois-Gilbert as an antivillain (the fact that heâs a horrible person notwithstanding, he was easily one of the most complex characters in the book) and I was peeved when the narrative axed him. I still have vague dreams of writing an homage novel from his perspective that sets him down the long and winding road to becoming a halfway-decent person.
5. What happened to the dead man on the beach?
Ocean City, New Jersey. âAmericaâs Greatest Family Resort,â the sign on the way in had bragged. There were supposedly some nice restaurants and a decent carnival on the boardwalk. âSupposedly,â because it was currently one in the morning and Adoniram was shivering in a poorly-lit parking lot up the hill from the beach.
âAdmit it.â Olivia opened the car trunk and lifted out a wicker picnic basket. âYou needed a vacation.â
Adoniram removed his glasses and wiped the frames on his shirt. âI donât know if Iâd call this a vacation.â
Olivia set the picnic basket on the ground, then hefted out a bulky beach umbrella. âNonsense. Weâve got everything one could ask for. Pristine shoreline, cool breeze, attractive beach clothing...â
âDead body.â
They both eyed the bundled-up corpse at the back of the trunk. Olivia pressed her latex-gloved fingertips together, then exhaled thinly.
âItâs a... working vacation.â
The beach was cold. Adoniram regretted letting Olivia talk him into the pair of high-end leather sandals; they were chafing his feet and acquiring more sand with every step.
Olivia had sent him down with the basket and the umbrella first, to set things up while she waited with the corpse. With the car. Waited with the car.
Adoniram unfolded the gaudy teal beach towel and shook it out over the sand. He laid it flat, adjusting the corners and smoothing the wrinkles. He could feel Oliviaâs binoculars gazing down at him from the top of the hill. He planted the umbrella as best he could in the unsteady sand, then set the picnic basket full of food on top of the towel.
âIâll wait with the car this time,â Adoniram said as he pulled himself up over the metal guardrail. He knocked his feet against the guardrail, then sat on top of it and started undoing the Velcro on his left sandal.
âYouâll do no such thing. Iâm not carrying Phillip down there all by myself.â
âWhat have I told you about naming them?â
âEvery life deserves dignity, Mr. Ross. Even the unsavory ones.â
Adoniram wasnât sure how to respond to that, so he finished shaking the sand out of his sandals and joined Olivia at the trunk.
âFeet or head?â she asked.
âWhat kind of question is that?â
He ended up taking the feet. They worked their way down the hill to the beach, Adoniram stumbling backward and cursing the geological processes that produced sand, and Olivia looking much too pleasant in her wide-brimmed hat and the white sundress she was wearing over her hazmat suit.
They set up âPhillipââthe corpse the corpse the freaking corpseâon the beach towel. Adoniram turned around while Olivia changed the body into the swim shorts and t-shirt theyâd bought from a box store on the drive down.
âFor heavenâs sake, Mr. Ross, itâs just human anatomy.â
âItâs dead human anatomy, and I donât want to look.â
âWhere did you put the sunglasses?â
âPicnic basket.â
A moment of rummaging, then: âAh. Thank you.â
Adoniram inhaled deeply, then chanced a peek over his shoulder. The body lay prone on the towel, sporting the orange âLife Is Goodâ t-shirt. Olivia had slipped the sunglasses over the bodyâs eyes. From the right angle, the fellow could almost pass for a run-of-the-mill sunbathing tourist. You know, at one in the morning in early April.
âThat should do it,â said Olivia. She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a sandwich wrapped in plastic. âTuna?â
Adoniramâs stomach turned. âUh, not hungry.â
âWell.â Olivia settled onto the sand, unwrapping the sandwich. âMore for me, then.â
6. An inspiring quote.
Inspiration in three languages. (Photograph taken at Hellbrunn Palace in Salzburg, Austria)
7. Favorite pizza toppings.
Sausage or chicken. Not big on tomato sauce, though, so my ideal pizza would probably have a white sauce.
8. Do you have plush toys in your room?
Photographic evidence:
9. Describe your perfect day.
It is late autumn, a week or so before the first snow. The air is cold and crisp. In this perfect fantasy world I own a little apartment in a small but robust town, within biking distance from the local library.
I wake up, feeling unusually refreshed. I sit next to the window and read a chapter from my Bible as I listen to the birds talking to each other outside.
I put on soft and comfortable clothes, pack my laptop and sketchbook into a backpack, and ride my bicycle to the aforementioned library. The library has a small café in the back corner, so I select some books from the shelves and bring them to the café. I order tea and too many pastries. I sketch for an hour or two while messaging a friend over the internet, then take a break to read one of the books. It is a good book and I find myself shouting at the characters regularly in outbursts of catharsis. The librarians do not shush me because they are all sweet and slightly hard of hearing. I finish the book, then get up to stretch. I smell some books. I order more pastries.
I spend the afternoon writing on my laptop while listening to peppy jazz and swing music. I finish a draft of my current story and send it to a friend for feedback. The library is open late tonight. I order another cup of tea.
10. Ever punched someone?
My oldest nephew is about two and a half years younger than me, and we got into more than a few fights when we were kids. I whaled on him quite a bit for teasing meâsomething I very much regret, and not just because heâs now an athlete tall enough to put his elbow on my shoulder. :P Thatâs probably the closest Iâve gotten to punching anybody. Iâm a shrimp, so even if I were inclined to get into fights it probably wouldnât go well for me.
11. Cliché you are tired of seeing.
âWeâre just friendsâ being used as a paper-thin cover-up for wanting to kiss someone passionately and angstily on a rooftop.
Ex.: âHey, you guys spend a lot of time together and have verbally expressed affection on at least one occasion. *waggles eyebrows* Are you a ~couple~ now?â âAugh! No, how can you SAY that? How can you even imply that we would be interested in each other? Weâre just FRIENDS, moron! I donât even LIKE [other person] that much! ...Why, did [other person] *say* something about us being a couple?â (Ten minutes later: *passionate and angsty kissing on a rooftop*)
I donât have anything against romance; Iâm just kind of tired of seeing friendship presented as the easy, shallow option, with flurries of romantic passion serving as the gold standard for love. Iâm tired of seeing the credits roll as soon as the main characters get a relationship upgrade.
Iâd like to see more friends who are just friends and who love each other like crazyâfriends who grow old together, arm in arm, being âjustâ friends as if that makes their commitment any less real.
Iâd like to see more friends who struggle through the complexities and vulnerabilities of friendship, who have to deal with years of built-up internal crud just to say, truthfully, âI trust you.â
Iâd like to see more lovers who are friends first, who are bewildered by all the new feelings but donât stop being friends after the first kissâfriends who are in it for the long haul even when the attraction isnât there.
Iâd like to see more friendsâlovers or notâwho are too busy being a darn good team to worry about convincing anyone that theyâre âjust friends.â Give me friends who come home to each other and smile because Being friends is a lot of work, but, wow, youâre worth it.
#re: question 11#this is 100% the reason i love the movie 'up' so much#you have carl and ellie with a romance that embodies true friendship and teamwork#and then carl and russell whose story is this beautiful depiction of friends becoming family#not to mention kevin's fierce love for her babies#or dug's devotion to carl#overdressed Q&A#my life as a robot gentleman blogger
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oh hey how about Alphys and Sans' chat in your "When Life Hands You Enantiomers" fic for that fic meta ask?
OH MAN so this was my first Undertale fic ever! Â I originally started noodling around with writing Sans and Alphys genfic for Yuletide, the small fandom exchange that happens every Christmas â at the time of nominations, Undertale was still a small fandom! and I got into it during the writing period, so I hadnât thought to ask for or offer it.
Iâd wanted to write a treat, but I ended up looking at all the Undertale requests and none of them quite were what I wanted to write, which was mostly chemistry puns and friendship.  So I wrote it, figured I might gift it to someone if it happened to suit their letter, and⊠it didnât, really?  I figured Iâd just post it.
Anyway, thatâs the fic background. Â Onward!
âYou look like you need a break,â he said, decisively, going past her into the lab. Â He paused at her desk, evidently looking for somewhere to put the box of donuts and finding nothing but her vast mountains of clutter. Â "I like what youâve done with the place,â he said finally.
Basically this was my dadâs reaction to my first apartment every time I tried to show him how clever Iâd been making furniture out of cardboard boxes. Â Eventually I got sick of responding with âoh fuck offâ and made him drive me to Ikea to get a desk.
âItâs, uh. Â S-sorry, itâs kind of a mess. Â Iâm just really busy with â with Royal Scientist stuff?â she finished hopefully. Â "You â you know how it is, I g-guess.â
"Yeah,â he said, tonelessly.
and this is the start of me not being able to decide whether or not Alphys remembers that Sans used to work with Gaster in some capacity in this fic! Â I think I eventually decided it comes and it goes. Â I like to keep things ambiguous on the topic of What The Fuck Is Even Up With Sans??? in my non-AU Undertale fics â I find the ambiguity interesting, I like that everyone has their own theories, and other people have covered that ground better and more thoroughly than I will.
âAnyway,â he said, a lot more brightly, âletâs relax and have some donuts.â Â He pulled a picnic blanket from literally nowhere and spread it out on the floor of the lab.
So one of the things I appreciate about writing from Alphysâ POV is that it feels completely tonally appropriate to have her say she facepalmed, or use the phrase âliterally nowhere,â and other diction I guess I associate more with informal internet communication.
âDoes, uh. Â Does Muffet know you made off with all her donuts?â Alphys asked.
âEh,â said Sans, waving a hand dismissively.
Again, I really like leaving Sansâ bullshit ambiguous, and kind of shady.
âSo. Â You still working on that horrible tile puzzle?â
âItâs.  âŠyeah!  Itâs going really well.  It'sâŠ.â  She sighed.
âYouâre stuck, arenât you?â Sans asked.
âYeah,â she admitted.
âYou know you donât have to do it, right?â he said.  "I mean⊠Papyrus knows you must be really busy, heâs not gonna be upset.  Plus, I have to say, Iâm not real excited about fishing him out of the middle of it if he gets stuck on a puzzle.â
I like how Sans assumes Alphysâ real concern is letting Papyrus down.
"Ha,â she said, joylessly. Â "F-funny you should mention the, uh, fishing.â
To her horror, he took this entirely the wrong way. Â "Aw, come on, Undyneâs not gonna hold it against you either,â he said.
âN-no, thatâs, thatâs n-n-not what I ââ Â Words failed her and she just buried her face in her hands for a moment.
âAlthough, now that I mention it, Undyne did seem kinda worried about you,â he said. Â "Youâre not answering your phone, or something? Â She said maybe you were mad at her.â
"Oh no,â said Alphys, diving for her phone. Â Those four texts. Â "Augh, I am the worst kind of trash, Iâm a terrible friend, I c-canât do anything right!â she moaned.
Oh god. Â Please tell me Iâm not the only person who leaves texts unread because what if I forget to respond to them when the notification is gone? and then donât ever look at them out of crushing guilt and anxiety, until people start to worry. Â Please.
(Another note on diction: I actually really, really donât like it when people call themselves âtrash.â Â I grew up unironically â and really shittily â using the phrase âwhite trashâ to describe certain cousins of mine, and itâs too loaded down with those classist connotations for me to read it as just harmless self-deprecation. Â This may just be because I am An Old, though. Â Anyway, Alphys uses it â and itâs definitely how she actually thinks of herself â so I kind of gritted my teeth and used it too.)
Sans was managing to make a perma-grin look dismayed.
I have to say, I was impressed with the unhappy-smiling Sans sprites in the game! Â I try not to ever describe Sans as frowning, but probably somethingâs slipped through at some point in the vrillion words of fic Iâve written.
She brought up the texts, ignoring him for the moment.
hey, was wondering if you wanna do a human history movie night with me and Pap tomorrow???
Then the next day:
super last minute, sorry. Â watched Cooking w/Killer Robot marathon. Â maybe next week? something w/giant swords??? YEAH!!!!!
And then:
Is everything ok? Â Miss you.
And finally:
Did I do something wrong?
"Oh no,â she moaned.
âThat bad, huh,â he said, sympathetically.
âOh nooo,â she repeated. Â "Oh no, oh no, now she probably thinks Iâm terrible and ââ
"Alphys. Â Wow. Â Relax,â said Sans. Â "I came over to check on you and make sure you hadnât been, I donât know, eaten by lab rats or something.â
Sometime I really need to write the companion piece to this, where Papyrus and Undyne come up with this terrible idea for a puzzle. Â And I have to work in a scene where Undyne is worried about Alphys and goes from dashing off carefully carefree-seeming texts to VERY CAREFULLY PUNCTUATED TEXTS BECAUSE WHAT IF ALPHYS THINKS SHEâS A BIG DUMB LUNK??? but it never occurs to her that Alphys might be anxious about replying to her.
"Eaten?!?â she asked.  Did he⊠did he know?  Augh, when had she last fed the amalgamates, anyway?  Two days ago, maybe?  Ugh, that was too long, they were going to be all grumpy when she went downstairs next.  She tried to keep breathing and not panic.
He held up his hands to pacify her. Â "Hey. Â Hey. Â I donât know why but everything I sayâs making you panic.â Â He nudged the box towards her. Â "Look, have a donut. Â Everythingâs better with donuts. Â Itâll make you feel hole again.â
Hole puns are the hole reason I included donuts in this fic.
Alphys winced despite herself, then sighed. Â "Okay, yeah. Â Sorry. Â Iâm. Â Itâs â itâs been a hard few days.â
"Yeah?â he asked.
She nibbled at the donut half-heartedly. Â "So uh. Â You mentioned the tile puzzle thing? Â Iâm having trouble with the piranhas.â
Sans snorted.  "Iâm sorry, just  â there are piranhas?  Why are there piranhas?â
âThey were in the specs Undyne gave me!â Alphys said, trying not to get defensive.
âSounds very fishy to me,â said Sans. Â "Anyway, why not just make robot piranhas? Â I mean, thatâs your forte, isnât it?â
man, Alphys hasnât told Sans about anything in this fic, and he apparently doesnât tell her about anything either. Â I like how theyâre friends who lie their faces off to each other on the regular.
Oh god, robot piranhas would be about ten times worse. Â "Itâs not making the actual piranhas, as such,â said Alphys. Â "Itâs getting them to distinguish between lemon scent and orange scent. Â Because, see, the request was to make sure they go after anyone who smells like oranges but be repelled by anyone who smells like lemons.â
Sans stared for a moment, and then, to her dismay, started laughing. Â "What? Â What? Â Youâre serious. Â Oh man, I bet Papyrus came up with that one. Â Heâs â heâs pretty picky about his cleaning products, I guess that little difference is important to him.â Â His grin widened a little. Â "Papyrus is so great at those little details, you know?â
Heâs laughing, but this praise of his brother is totally in earnest. Â Sans may be the one who pays the bills, but Iâm pretty sure Papyrus is the only reason their house isnât disgusting.
"Sans, this isnât f-funny!â said Alphys. Â "Have you ever tried to train killer fish to distinguish between d-limonene and l-limonene when all they care about is smelling blood?!? Â Because I have!â
"Yeah, that sounds like one l of a problem,â said Sans. Â "A terrible knot you have to d-tangle. Â Orange you glad I stopped by?â
"Sans,â said Alphys, beginning to lose patience.
There are several naming conventions for enantiomers, and originally this was S-limonine and R-limonine, with corresponding puns (I forget what they were, I just remember it was a pain in the ass coming up with new puns) but I think I googled and the d- and l- notation was more popular for limonene.
Like Iâve said elsewhere, this whole fic was largely an excuse for chemistry puns.
âIt sounds like you need this problem like a fish needs a by⊠cyclohexane!  Lemon know if you think of anything I can do to help.â
âSans,â she said. Â It was starting to become more of a whine.
âCitrus me, I got this. Â I donât rind helping you at all,â he said, because he was a merciless bag of bones.
She glowered at him. Â Then she took the box of donuts away from him.
CAN YOU BLAME HER THOUGH.
âHey! Â I was eating those!â he protested.
âTough,â she said. Â When he leaned over to try and reach them, she harrumphed and stood up. Â Getting to his feet was apparently too much for Sans, because after one last halfhearted sitting lunge, he gave up and sat serenely on the picnic blanket.
Alphys carefully balanced the box of donuts on top of a stack of papers on her desk, then slid an empty mug underneath it for added support.
If you have never done this with a stack of papers, âŠ.I envy your tidiness.  And if youâve never done that dumbass thing where you try to lunge for a thing just out of your reach and then try to spontaneously develop telekinesis to bring it over to you⊠youâre fucking lying.
With a few keystrokes, she brought her computer out of sleep mode and was drawing up her data on the piranhas.  "Iâm not really sure h-how you can help?â she said.  "I-I mean, if you can itâd be great, obviously, b-but⊠donât you do, uh, physics?â  Her memories were kind of fuzzy on this.  Why did she know Sans again?  When had she met him?  It wasnât that important, was it?  Everyone knew Sans.
AND AGAIN, I canât decide what Alphys knows about Sans in this fic.
âYeah, but, everythingâs physics in the end, right?â Sans said, a shrug in his voice.
She finished her donut before saying, wryly, âThatâs what physicists tell themselves.  I g-guess if it helps you sleep at nightâŠâ
For whatever reason I was fortunate not to hear this much from the physics majors in school.  (The math majors, on the other handâŠ.)  But Iâve seen them do it a lot on the internet and so I have to admit Iâm kind of fond of writing chemists and biologists being dismissive about it.
âI sleep all the time,â Sans said cheerfully. Â She wondered if he was ever going to get up and come over here eventually.
âUndyne has mentioned,â she said. Â "So, uh, w-what exactly do you think is so physics-y here?â
"Well. Â Itâs not so much the physics, I guess,â he said. Â "Itâs just that Iâm really good at cheating.â
She reached absently for another donut, opening the box without looking at it and reaching inside. Â Her claws closed on something rubbery, and before she could stop, it was making a ridiculous farting noise.
She pulled the whoopee cushion out of the box, and turned to look at Sans. Â He hadnât moved an inch from where sheâd left him, and was snacking on a donut he definitely hadnât had before.
She sighed. Â "Y-yeah, I can see that.â
I think at this point Iâd seen a lot of Sans-being-badass art, and kind of wanted someone to react to him with an eyeroll. Â Not that I donât think Sans isnât badass! Â Just, you gotta have that one friend who will call you on your bullshit.
She turned back to her computer screen and skimmed the data she had on her attempts at training the piranhas. Â Ugh. Â No statistically significant difference between any of the training methods sheâd attempted and the control groups.
Sometimes she wished science worked more like it was presented in fiction: less waiting around for something to happen, more moments of genius and day-saving. Â On the other hand, as it turned out, horrific abominations of science were a real thing. Â Who knew?
notice how I carefully avoid references to specific anime!  because Iâd pretty much only watched Ouran High School Host Club in full!  I think I remember double-checking with @thinkatoryprocess that horrific abominations of science was a thing in anime?
I have since learned many things about Fullmetal Alchemist, and in particular why I wasnât supposed to watch it just after my dog had died.
âSo, h-how exactly were you thinking of cheating?â Â Her mind wandered to some of those weird diagrams sheâd come across deep in the lab files, presumably belonging to the previous Royal Scientist. Â "Are you thinking, um, t-time travel? Â Because if I could find some way to breed selectively for citrus recognition they could evolve toââ
MY THIRD INSTANCE of âwhat the fuck does Alphys even know? Â why bother making it consistent?â
"No,â said Sans, and she leaped back with a squeak of shock, because suddenly he was standing right next to her and he was speaking in a freaky hollow voice, and also the light in his eyes had gone totally dark and, and, what the fuck, Sans?!?  "âŠHeh, sorry,â he said, and the little glowing dots returned, and the grin looked more natural.  "Just.  Trust me.  Time travel, not a good idea.â
She knew she shouldnât ask, but she kind of had to.  "âŠWhy?â
"Time flies,â said Sans. Â When she frowned at him, he added, âTheyâre even more annoying than fruit flies. Â And they get stuck in your teeth if you go faster than light. Â Itâs a real problem.â
Okay, yeah, she wasnât gonna get a straight answer out of a guy who wore bedroom slippers everywhere he teleported. Â Fair enough.
This last sentence is still one of my favorite summations of Sans as a character.
âOut of curiosity,â he said, âwhy didnât you make robot piranhas?â
âUgh,â she said. Â "You know, I thought about it? Â B-but then Iâd have to invent the scent organs and Iâm n-not sure Iâm up to it.â Â She wasnât up to a lot of things, honestly. Â She wasnât sure why Asgore hadnât noticed. Â Or Undyne. Â She was really surprised Sans hadnât noticed, though. Â He was weirdly observant.
So I did like no research on robots for this. Â IIRC machines that do something similar to smelling are a thing, but I have no idea how they work.
"Nah,â said Sans. Â "Just think lazy!â
A favorite motto of my boss, weirdly enough.
"But I donât want to leave the piranhas out! Â Then Undyne and your b-brother will be d-disappointed and I wonât be the âg-great Dr. Alphysâ anymore, Iâll just be a f-fraud. Â They s-specifically requested piranhas!â
âSo give âem piranhas,â said Sans. Â "But play to your strengths.â
"I d-donât know that I have any strengths,â she pointed out.
âSure you do. Â I mean, right now youâve only been using biology. Â Maybe you wanna get down to the nuts and bolts of the matter. Â You made Mettaton, right?â he said. Â She tried not to wince. Â "And if you can make that guy a star, youâve gotta be good. Â Plus, I canât help but notice youâre, uh, pretty good with optics.â
She blushed. Â "The c-cameras? Â Theyâre for â uh, for scientific observation?â she said.
âRiiight,â said Sans. Â "I know what youâre up to. Â You just wanna steal all my best knock-knock jokes, donât you?â
"Thereâs no s-sound!â she insisted, but Sans was chuckling.  "âŠis that what you do at the door all day?â she asked, frowning.  "I just thought you were, uh.  T-testing the structural integrity of the door.  And⊠talking to someone?â
âNah,â said Sans. Â "Who would I be talking to?â
"On the other side of the d-door?â she suggested.
both of these people, liars. Â Iâm not sure Sans will be wholly surprised to find out Alphys didnât make Mettaton, but the robot bodyâs still pretty damn impressive. Â And in the true pacifist ending Alphys didnât seem real surprised there was someone behind that door.
He shrugged.  "Anyway.  Just some suggestions.  But if you wanna give up⊠hey, I canât blame ya.  Papyrus will recover from his disappointment.  Undyne probably knew it was a crazy idea in the first place.â  He reached around her to grab another donut.  "Anyway, I gotta go on my lunch break before she finds out Iâm slacking off here.  Text her back, though, she seemed pretty worried.  And try to do it before she and my bro burn the house down with her stress-spaghetti-ing?â
And obviously when all else fails, Sansâ go-to solutions are 1. taking a break, and 2. giving up. Â Not always in that order.
âThanks,â said Alphys, half-heartedly.  She turned to ask another question, but found she was sitting in an empty room.  "âŠI think.  âŠwell, hey, at least I have donuts.â
Having donuts means sheâs definitely better off than where she was at the beginning of the fic! Â Also I appreciate Sans having the ability to just vanish, because for whatever reason describing people walking to the door and saying âgoodbyeâ is really boring to me and always trips me up.
#electricitytrick#so yes this one got long too#i probably should've just done the whole fic#but i don't know that i had much else to say?#idk hopefully this one wasn't disappointing#dvd commentary meme#undertale#alphys#sans#toby fox games
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Could It Be Chapter 5
Summary: When a new guy transfers to Fairy Tail High, he spends a lot of time with Lucy. This upsets Natsu but he doesnât know why. Could he have fallen for his best friend?
Rated: T for language, drama, and fluff. LOTS OF FLUFF.
Pairings: Nalu, Slight Gajevy, Gruvia, Jerza, a mention of Elfgreen, and other pairings I just made up.
High School AU
It's finally winding down.
 Info:
 The first part of the chapter, and the part right after the flashback is a call back to the Prologue.
Metallicana makes a cameo. Yes, I made him and Igneel brothers.
Yes, Gajeel and Levy are officially boyfriend and girlfriend in this. I will write a sequel with them as the main focus after this is done.
I'm a causal gamer, but I know how popular the Mario Kart series is. I think the characters that Natsu and Gajeel picked are perfect.
And I know how much everyone hates the blue shell, but admit when you have it you can't resist using it even when you know your friends will hate you for it.
The part where Gajeel explains what being in love is like is actually scientifically proven. I got my info from http://www.womenshealthmag.com/sex-and-love/effects-of-love
https://www.buzzfeed.com/kellyoakes/13-things-that-happen-when-you-fall-in-love-according-to-sci?utm_term=.yoxLB4BPAq#.uhyBeoezym
My favorite part of this chapter was definitely the conversation between Natsu and Happy. I MADE HAPPY ACT TOO CUTE! GOD I LOVE CATS!
Writer Dude is that one guy that Lucy went out with on a date only to stood him up so she can go on a mission with Natsu and Happy. I just switch it around.
And yeah Hibiki was just a random choice, I don't really support him with Lucy.Â
And this why I think Natsu and Wendy would make great siblings in another universe.Â
Yes, I like Romeo and Wendy, so cute!
Why is Lucy crying? You have to wait till the next chapter to find out, which will be the last one.
God I never thought I be the type of author to leave on a cliffhanger.Â
Anyways hope you guys enjoy reading.
~Natsuâs POV~   I couldn't believe that Lucy was still hanging out with that jerk, Eric! I mean itâs like she doesnât care about me at all, as if I donât even exist! You know what they say, âout of sight, out of mind.â Iâm so angry and I hate Eric! He took my Lucy away from me!   Wait a minute. MY Lucy? Since when was she âmy Lucyâ? Though every time I think about her now my heart races. I canât sleep and my stomach gets queasy. This is too weird. I must be going crazy.   Hold on! I think this happened to Gajeel. Yeah, right when he started going out with Levy. Flashback ~Normal POV~   About two nights ago, Natsuâs fatherâs brother came over for dinner. Metallicana was Igneelâs older brother and even though he would tease his little brother, they were still very close. Of course this meant he brought his son along with him who just happened to be Natsuâs classmate, Gajeel.   The family was just sitting down for dinner when Grandeeney came in with the roast chicken she just finished making. Everything was going fine until Gajeelâs father had this to say. âSo my son has a new girlfriend.â Gajeel almost choked on his chicken. âPOP!â he shouted. Grandeeney clasped her hands together and said, âOh how wonderful! Who is she?â âItâs Levy McGarden.â Natsu chimed in. Gajeel glared at him. âHow the hell do you know that?!â he demanded. âOh please. Everyone knows. And I heard it from Lucy. I guess Levy must have told her. I mean they are best friends.â Gajeel slumped back into his chair. An awkward silence followed until Natsuâs father broke it. âWell, letâs not let this delicious food go to waste.â Igneel said. âDig in everyone!â   After dinner the three adults went out onto the deck to have some drinks, Wendy went to go play with the three cats, Happy, Carla, and Pantherlily, while Gajeel and Natsu headed up to his room to play some video games. They were in their fifth round of Mario Kart 8. Natsu was Mario and Gajeel was Wario.   âYouâre going down, Metalhead!â Natsu shouted as he overlapped Gajeel. âYeah, right, Flamebrain!â as he threw a blue shell at Natsu. âDammit!â he yelled. âI hate that stupid blue shell! Why the hell would you do that?!â âBecause I can.â Gajeel smirked. âAugh!â Natsu groaned in frustration.   After Natsu lost for the 5th time, he and Gajeel started playing War. As Natsu started dealing out the cards, he asked Gajeel this. âSo whatâs it like having a girlfriend?â Gajeel glared at him. âWhy do you want to know?â âIâm just curious, thatâs all. I mean you seem like the person least likely to ever get a girlfriend.â âGee, thanks.â Gajeel said sarcastically. âCome on! Please?â Natsu stared pouting. âAll right! All right!â Gajeel finally gave in. âJust stop looking at me like that!â Natsu nodded.   âWell itâs like this. You get flustered all the time when youâre around them. Your heart beats faster, and your hands get all clammy. You think about them all the time. Basically your thoughts always lead back to them somehow. You think they are the greatest thing since sliced bread. You canât sleep, eat, and your stomach aches all the time. You forget things easily and if you 'see' them with someone else, you want to punch the guy in the face.â âWell that sounds awful.â âIt does, but once you find that one person who you truly care about, itâs all worth it. That girl, whether you realize it or not, changes you for the better. You want to do everything for them. You want to be the one there for her, to protect her, and most of all love her.â Natsu nodded like he understood. âAnd I swear if you tell anyone I said all this mushy stuff, Iâll beat the crap out of you!â Gajeel threatened. Natsu nervously said he wouldn't. End of Flashback ~Natsuâs POV~   Thatâs it! Itâs the only logical explanation! Aw, man! How could I've had this happen?! This is the one rule youâre never supposed to break in a friendship. Everyone knows that! I mean is it my fault that Lucy is the smartest, most fun, and⊠p-prettiest girl I've ever met? Thereâs no use denying it any longer. I've fallen in love with Lucy. ~Normal POV~   The day of the dance had finally arrived! The gym was decorated, and everyone was at home getting ready. Including Natsu, who still had some things to work out over his new found feelings for Lucy. Natsu was dressed in a white dress shirt, black vest, and black pants. Right now he was trying to put on his tie. All the while he was talking to Happy about Lucy. âI donât know, Happy. Itâs not like Lucy hasn't dated other guys before.â Happy meowed in agreement. âI mean hey. Iâm the one she called when that writer dude didnât show up for her date. I had my mom take us to go get ice cream so she'd feel better!â Happy tilted his head. âAnd that whole Hibiki Lates thing? I was never in favor of that, but I was there for Lucy.â Happy started rolling on Natsuâs bed. âYou know, buddy. Sometimes I wish you could talk. I mean, here I am opening myself up to you and youâre not interested at all.â Happy got down on the floor and rubbed up against his ownerâs legs, purring. âOh, sure - now you want to be my friend.â Happy meowed again. âSomethingâs different now. Thereâs something between us. Who am I kidding? Thatâs not different. Somethingâs been there a long time. Well, I think thereâs something there. Does she?â Happy climbed to Natsuâs neck and started nuzzling his head. Natsu couldn't help but smile at his feline companion. âThanks for listening, little buddy.â Natsu said as he scratched Happy on the head and put him back on the bed. âOkay I think Iâm ready. Not just for the dance either, but to do what no man should ever have to do... talk about his feelings.â Happy tilted his head again. âI know, itâs humiliating, but Lucyâs worth it.â Happy meowed in agreement, again. âWhat if she really, really likes this Eric guy?â Natsu started pacing back and forth. âThen I show up yapping about my feelings, and she wants Eric, not me, and weâre talking total flame-out!â he yelled. Happy backed up on to Natsuâs bed, slightly afraid. Natsu face palmed suddenly remembering, âOh, man! Not to mention what it would do to our friendship. Forget it! Iâm not going!â Natsu then ripped off his tie and buried his face into his pillow. Happy went to comfort his owner.   About an hour later Natsu heard a knock on his door. âUgh.â Natsu groaned. âWho is it?â âNatsu, itâs Wendy. May I please come in?â âSure, I guess.â   Wendy opened the door and she came into Natsuâs room. She was wearing a light blue dress and had her hair up in a ponytail with a white flower in her hair. âWell, you look nice,â Natsu said to his little sister. âThank you. I just wish there was a place where I could wear this, like maybe a school dance?â Natsu looked at her, âI know what youâre trying to do and it wonât work. Iâm not going to the Spring Formal.â âIt is because youâre in love with Lucy-san?â Natsu became flabbergasted, âB-buh, uh⊠where did you get that idea?â âBecause Iâm your sister and I know you.â Wendy said smiling. âWhatever, itâs not going to work. Iâm not going.â âWhy not?â Wendy protested. âWhat am I supposed to do?â Natsu complained. âTell my best friend, âHey! Iâm in love with youâ? I canât do it! It would ruin our friendship!â Natsu buried his head into his pillow. Wendy walked over to her brother, bent down, and put her hand on his head. âNatsu, as your sister, Iâm telling you to go to the dance.â âWhy?â Natsu asked, his voice all muffled. âBecause I hate seeing you so miserable. I want you to be happy. And besides if you really love Lucy, wouldn't you do anything to be with her?â Natsu stopped to think for a moment. Finally he said, âYouâre right.â Natsu got up walked over to his sister and patted her on the head. âThanks, Wend.â Youâre welcome. Now letâs go!â Wendy said as she pulled him out the door.   About 10 minutes later, Natsu and Wendy arrived at the dance. When they got inside the gym was beautifully decorated, everyone was dancing, and Mira was singing her heart out with the band on stage. âWow! It looks like everyoneâs having a good time,â Wendy said gleefully. âYeah, I guess youâre right.â Natsu agreed. Suddenly someone came up to them. âHi, Natsu-nii, hi Wendy-chan.â âHi, Romeo-kun.â âHey little man.â Romeo Conbolt, who happened to be one of Wendy's classmates, was 13 years old. They were very close friends and Wendy secretly had a crush on the boy. And little did she know that Romeo liked her as well. Which was why she was shocked when he asked, âWendy, will you dance with me?â Wendy was surprised. âReally?â âYeah, itâll be fun,â his hand out for her. Wendy looked over to Natsu and he gave a nod of approval. âGo on kiddo, have fun.â âAre you sure youâll be okay?â âYeah, Iâll be fine,â he replied. âOkay,â and she turned back to Romeo. âYes, I'd love to dance with you.â âAwesome!â   And with that said, the two went off. Natsu watched them for a little bit with a smile on his face. He wasn't quite ready to confess his feelings for Lucy just yet. So, he stepped out into the hallway when all of a sudden, he heard someone crying. He walked down the hallway and rounded the corner where the crying was louder. When he got there he saw Lucy, sitting on the floor, in tears. Natsu was shocked. And all he could say was, âLuce? Whatâs wrong?â
Characters belong to Hiro Mashima Eric and Story belong to @purplestarkatz93
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