#amelie said she always had a choice and

[asukiess]

god when Nathalie said in Passion, “I spent my youth fighting snakes”, she wasn’t kidding. she spent most of her 20s and beyond dedicated to the Agrestes.

[kathlare]

taste

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie navigates a moment of frustration after stumbling upon online gossip about her ex, Lando, and his rumored new romance.

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Warnings: none

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August 19th, 2023 - New York City, NY

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landoupdates: Lando spotted living it up in Ibiza with Portuguese model Magui Corceiro during summer break! 🌴🍹👀.

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amelie4ever: Y’all, bring back the Amelie and Lando era. This ain’t it. → lando_obsessed: @amelie4ever Fr, we traded peak wholesome vibes for this Ibiza nonsense 💔 → lanmelie_sunshine: @amelie4ever Can’t believe he fumbled the literal QUEEN for... this.

f1tea_spill: Okay but are we sure this isn’t just a PR stunt? 👀 → gridgossip88: @f1tea_spill PR or not, I’m TIRED of this man acting like a walking red flag 🚩

magui_not_it: I’m sorry but MAGUI?! Out of all the people?? Lando, sweetie, no.

wicked4amelie: Y’all, remember when he used to simp HARD for Amelie on streams? I miss THAT Lando. → landoluvr88: @wicked4amelie The "Lanelie compilations" era hits harder now. 😭

mclarenmeltdown: I SWEAR if he’s actually dating Magui, I’m uninstalling this app. → lando_fanatic: @mclarenmeltdown Nah, sis, we’re ALL about to block him at this point.

amelie_supremacy: Can’t believe I used to root for this man. Amelie deserves SO much better.

f1teaqueen: NOT MAGUI AGAIN 😭😭 Lando really said "let me ruin my reputation this summer" 💀

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The New York heat pressed against the windows of the rented studio, the kind that made the air feel heavy, like a humid blanket. Amelie sat cross-legged on the couch, her phone clutched in one hand, her jaw clenched as she scrolled through Instagram. The post had popped up out of nowhere, another notification from a gossip page she’d never followed but whose posts always managed to find her.

“Lando spotted living it up in Ibiza with Portuguese model Magui Corceiro during summer break!”

The caption was enough to send her stomach into knots, but the photo was what did her in. Lando sat in a club booth, his signature grin faintly visible as he leaned over to chat with someone she couldn’t make out. Magui, meanwhile, sat close beside him, her legs crossed and her phone in her hand. She looked effortlessly beautiful, like she knew the cameras were there.

Amelie tossed her phone onto the cushion beside her, leaning back with a frustrated groan. It wasn’t jealousy, not exactly. She was long past hoping for some grand romantic reunion with Lando, not after how they’d ended things and the fights that followed. But Magui? That was a name that still burned.

Rozzi walked in, carrying two iced coffees and a bag of pastries, her eyes immediately landing on Amelie’s face. —Oh no,— she said, setting everything down on the small studio table. —What happened? Who pissed you off?—

Amelie gestured toward her phone without a word. Rozzi picked it up, her eyebrows knitting together as she read the caption. —Ibiza, huh? Well, that’s a choice.—

—Right?— Amelie said, exasperated. —It’s not even about him being with someone... it’s her. She’s... God, she’s so fake, Roz. And the fact that she’s still hanging around after all the shit she pulled, ugh.—

Rozzi handed her an iced coffee, sitting down beside her. —Okay, so what are you gonna do about it? Besides glaring at your phone like it personally insulted you.—

Amelie took a sip, the coldness of the drink cutting through the heat in her chest. —I’m not doing anything about it. It’s not worth it.—

Rozzi gave her a pointed look. —You’re lying. I know that look. That’s your ‘I’m gonna channel this into something destructive but artistic’ face.—

Amelie smirked despite herself. Rozzi knew her too well. —Fine. Maybe I’ll write something. I mean, I’m here, right? Might as well use it.—

Rozzi grinned, reaching over to grab her acoustic guitar, which had been resting in the corner. —That’s what I like to hear. Let’s make this a masterpiece of pettiness. You wanna start with the hook or just rant your way through it first?—

Before Amelie could answer, Amy walked into the studio, her energy filling the room like a breath of fresh air. —What’s the vibe today? Drama? Sad girl anthem? Revenge banger?—

Amelie and Rozzi exchanged a look, then burst into laughter. —Revenge banger, definitely,— Rozzi said, tossing the phone to Amy. —Here, this is today’s inspiration.—

Amy glanced at the post, her eyebrows raising slightly before she handed the phone back. —Oh, this one’s gonna be fun. Alright, Amelie, where’s your head at?—

Amelie stood up, pacing the length of the small studio as she spoke, her voice steady but laced with underlying irritation. —I just... it’s not even about him. It’s about the audacity. She had the nerve to DM me when they were together, saying all this bullshit about how I was trying to steal him or that I couldn’t let go of him. And now, here she is, acting like she’s some perfect accessory to his life. It’s laughable.—

Amy nodded thoughtfully, her fingers already fiddling with the keyboard in the corner. —Okay, so we want something sharp. Taunting, maybe? Like, a ‘you’re in my shadow, and you’ll never be me’ kind of vibe?—

—Exactly,— Amelie said, her eyes lighting up. —I don’t want it to sound bitter, though. It needs to feel confident. Like, yeah, I know you hate me because I’ll always be in the picture, whether you like it or not.—

Rozzi strummed a few chords, the melody playful yet cutting. —How about something like this? It’s got that cocky energy but leaves room for the lyrics to really hit.—

Amelie nodded, humming along until a phrase popped into her head. —"Oh, I leave quite an impression, five feet to be exact..."— She paused, turning to Rozzi. —What do you think? It’s like, yeah, I’m small, but I’m unforgettable.—

—Love it,— Amy said, jotting it down. —What’s next? Something about how he can’t shake you, no matter what?—

Amelie smiled wickedly, her mind already racing. —"You’re wonderin’ why half his clothes went missin’, my body’s where they’re at."— She laughed as the words spilled out. —Petty enough?—

Rozzi’s jaw dropped. —That’s gold. Keep going.—

The next hour flew by, the three of them bouncing ideas off each other like they were in perfect sync. Amelie’s emotions poured out into every line, her frustration giving way to amusement as the song began to take shape. They leaned into the taunts, crafting a narrative that was unapologetically bold and dripping with confidence.

Amy played around with the track’s beat, layering in a sultry bassline that matched the teasing tone of the lyrics. —This is gonna be dangerous,— she said, grinning. —The kind of song you scream in the car with your friends.—

Amelie took the mic, testing out the melody with a smirk on her face. —"I heard you’re back together, and if that’s true, you’ll just have to taste me when he’s kissin’ you..."—

Rozzi whooped, throwing her head back in laughter. —Oh, she’s gonna hate this. And it’s perfect.—

As the song came together, Amelie found herself letting go of the tension she’d been carrying. By the time they reached the bridge, she was fully leaning into the catharsis of it all. —"Every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you’re feelin’ mine. And every time you breathe his air, just know I was already there."—

Amy looked up from the console, shaking her head in admiration. —You’re savage, Am. This might be one of my favorites.—

They wrapped up the recording late that evening, the final version of Taste feeling like a triumph. Amelie leaned back in her chair, her body buzzing with the rush of creation.

Rozzi nudged her shoulder. —Feel better?—

Amelie shrugged, but her smile gave her away. —A little. It’s not like it changes anything, but... yeah. It feels good to take something shitty and turn it into something that’s mine.—

Amy grinned. —Well, whatever it is, this song is gonna light a fire under someone’s ass. And that’s the best kind of art.—

As they packed up for the night, Amelie glanced at her phone one last time. The gossip page was still there, but the knot in her stomach was gone. She smiled to herself, knowing that while the world might be watching him, soon they’d be hearing her.

[moogles93]

Waited for You

Sirius Black x OFC

Amelie Rosier is a kind 31 year old woman (AFAB!) with long, platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes and porcelain skin.

She was raised by a family of pureblood elitists and was disowned/left home when she was 15, after she refused to join the deatheaters or be a part of their society.

She lived with Evans during her last years at Hogwarts, quickly becoming friends with the Gryffindor and her band of crazy lions.

Amelie became Harry Potter’s Godmother after helping Lilly and James through his birth.

She is a talented Legimens and can read minds, though not always by choice. Her father intended to gift her to Voldemort so that he could use this power, and Dumbledore asks that she use it instead, to fight him and his supporters.

She fell in love with Sirius Black after her parents threw her out. He empathised with her and shared his own, very similar, lived experiences. That empathy grew into a mutual understanding, late night misadventures and laughter after sneaking her into the Gryffindor Common Room.

This short story is set during Order of the Phoenix, though there is nothing too specific.

This is my first posted fan fiction, so please be kind!

Contains: angst, role play, piv, oral

This work is NSFW and is recommended for 18+ readers.

There was a tense silence in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. Dumbledore had already finished official business and departed from Grimmauld Place. Molly Weasley was speaking now, louder and louder as she discussed the new arrivals of a new ally with the others still present whilst her children, along with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger entered the kitchen once more for dinner.

Sirius was hardly listening, his thoughts wandering somewhere far away. Anticipation and anxiety hung in the air, reminding him that war lay ahead. His heart was heavy these days, too many memories, too many losses. Another war loomed on the horizon, and all he could think about was the people he’d lost during the first.

His contemplation was broken by the long creak of the kitchen door, plunging the dimly lit kitchen into a sudden silence. Sirius looked up and froze.

She was standing in the doorway, the woman he had long ago lost in the succession of years and events that had passed. His first love, once young and bright, now stood before him - mature, strong and as time-worn as he was in the eyes, but still as beautiful as he remembered. After Azkaban, he had been sure that everything that had bound them together was broken, that she had turned her back on him like the rest of the world.

Yet she was here, in the Order, ready to fight alongside him and the rest of their old companions. Perhaps there was still hope.

Her eyes met his, and he realized that despite the years and all the hardships, she had truly returned. Not just for the fight against Voldemort, but for him.

She smiled somewhat shyly at Sirius and tucked some of her long hair behind her ear, much like she had when they were teenagers so many years ago, before greeting Molly Weasley and her husband, Arthur.

“Miss Rosier, we’re all so glad that you could come,” Although Molly’s tone was welcoming, Amelie flinched when she spoke the name Rosier, but smiled and took the older woman’s hand good naturedly.

“Please Molly, it’s just Amelie. That surname doesn’t belong to me any more than I belong to it.” She had struggled for a long time to make a new reputation for herself - one of kindness and strength, by breaking away from her pureblood death eater family.

His gaze never left hers as she spoke, the same spark igniting in her eyes that he remembered from their youth. A familiar warmth spreading through him, he stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, drawing everyone's attention.

“Amelie...” He said her name softly, almost reverently. For him, it was like the rest of the room had faded away momentarily. “It’s good to see you.”

He walked towards her slowly, each step deliberate and slow, filled with unspoken words and emotions. When he finally reached her, he stopped, looking down at her with a mix of admiration and affection, his sudden vulnerability surprising for the people around the long wooden table. Most of those present had assumed that Sirius had no relationships, especially one with a woman.

Despite the years apart, he felt an immediate connection to her, a bond that had never been fully severed even during his time in Azkaban.

At first her gaze seemed sceptical as she searched his features. Features she hadn’t seen for 14 long years. His hair was longer and held more greys… his skin seemed paler and he was thinner than she remembered… but his eyes were just the same - beautiful spheres of silver that she lost herself to the moment she became his friend all those years ago. When he had held her hand in Dumbledore’s office and supported her as she chose to break away from her family and live freely, away from their cruel version of the world – just as he had done with his own.

She was vaguely aware of the others in the room: the Weasleys, the Order, the godson she had yet to meet… but as she reached out and gently traced her fingertips along his jaw, it was as if Sirius and her were the only two people in the world. As if she had finally seen what she needed to, she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck, her face pressed against the skin there as she whispered in a voice filled with raw joy and relief, “It’s really you…”

The sensation of her touch sent a rush of warmth through him, a feeling he had thought lost forever. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close into an embrace that was both protective and comforting. It was as if no time had passed between them, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other.

He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her hair, a fragrance that brought back memories of stolen moments and secret meetings in the corridors of Hogwarts Castle as students. His hands roamed over her back, feeling the curves and contours of her body. This was real. She was real.

“Amelie...” he murmured; his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much...”

For a moment, they stood there, entwined in each other’s arms, surrounded by the bustle of sounds of the kitchen, but completely oblivious to anything except the reunion of their souls.

“I knew you were innocent,” she whispered into his skin, her arms tightening around him, still so afraid that he could be gone again. That somehow this was just another dream. “I knew you would never have hurt James or Lilly… I tried to tell them… I even visited Azkaban to try and see you in those first few years, so many times - but they always turned me away...”

His heart clenched at her words, a bittersweet ache filling his chest. He pulled back slightly to look at her, his hands cupping her face tenderly.

"I knew you would, love," he said softly, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to fall down her cheeks. "I never doubted your faith in me. Even in my darkest moments, I clung to the hope that you believed in my innocence."

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling in the small space between them.

"But you're here now, and that's all that matters. We've been given a second chance, Amelie. Let's not waste another moment apart."

She smiled and closed her now teary eyes as their foreheads rested against each other, breathing in his familiar scent and placing her hands on his chest so she could feel his heart beating underneath. It all seemed so surreal.

“I’ll never take a moment with you for granted again Padfoot,” she spoke quietly, with conviction, using his schoolboy nickname and the one she came to use when they were young and he’d introduced her to the people that she would one day call friends – most taken from them during the first war.

Just as she began to lean up to press her soft, rose petal lips against his, someone cleared their throat and the world around them swam back into focus. All eyes in the room were on them, looking at Sirius in confusion and her as if she had a second head. She cleared her throat awkwardly, tucking her hair behind her ear in nervousness once more.

Sirius's eyes snapped open, meeting the curious gazes of the others. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, realizing how intimate the moment had become. He glanced down at Amelie, seeing the same embarrassment mirrored on her face.

"Ah, right..." he muttered, trying to play off the awkwardness. "Old friends, reuniting after all these years and all that..."

Molly stepped forward, a knowing smile on her face. "Well, it's lovely to see you two reconnecting! Why don't you join us for dinner, Amelie? There's plenty to go around."

Sirius nodded, grateful for the distraction. "That sounds like a fantastic idea, thanks Molly. Amelie?"

He offered his arm to her, and she took it, allowing him to guide her toward the dining table.

She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear as she allowed Sirius to steer her towards the large table in the centre of the room. At first she stared at the floor as she walked, but as she saw Remus Lupin also seated at the table she lifted her head and grinned in surprised delight.

“Moony!” she raced over to kiss both of his cheeks in a graceful gesture of friendship before returning to her place beside Sirius. “Merlin it’s good to see you! Three of us together again, I’m not sure I ever thought it possible,” she finished with a genuine, albeit sad smile.

Remus chuckled warmly as Amelie greeted him, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Likewise, Amelie. It's been far too long."

He glanced at Sirius, a hint of amusement in his expression. There was a time when Remus and their other friends had thought that Sirius would be a perpetual bachelor, not knowing that even then he had started to fall for Amelie Rosier, meeting her in secret throughout their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts and later taking her on adventures on his flying motorcycle. "Looks like you two picked up right where you left off, eh?"

Sirius rolled his eyes playfully at his old friend, but couldn't suppress the grin spreading across his face. "Shut it, Moony. Not all of us are married to the life of a perpetual bachelor." He teased.

Amelie laughed, the sound bright and melodic. "Oh, leave him alone, Padfoot. Can't you see he's genuinely happy for us?"

She settled into the seat beside Sirius, leaning into him slightly. "Now, who's going to fill me in on everything I've missed?"

She looked around the table to see faces still full of confusion, and realised that an explanation was in order. The children, along with two of the oldest Weasley boys and a young woman with bright pink hair, were looking at each other as if uncertain that they could trust the pretty woman before them whose appearance screamed ‘pureblood’.

That, and Molly had revealed her surname - she was sure that many of the people around the table, even the children, instantly would have related her to the rest of the Rosiers; all death eaters, blood purists and sadists.

She glanced at Sirius quickly. “Or… perhaps we should explain how we know each other? How I got involved with the Order of the Phoenix…?” She gave Sirius and Lupin a curious and concerned glance, hesitant to go through their sad history, dredging up old memories she was sure they would rather not relive.

Sirius looked at Amelie, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and affection. "Amelie was a friend of mine from school, a friend to all of us by the end of our final year. She was instrumental in helping the Order during our early days. Without her, things might have turned out quite differently."

He paused, glancing around the table at the curious faces. "Amelie's family... well, let's say they didn't approve of our activities. They disowned her when she chose to stand with us and reject everything they, and Voldemort, stood for." His hand found hers under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "But enough about the past. Tell us about yourself, Amelie. What have you been up to since we last met?"

From across the table a teenaged boy with scruffy dark hair, glasses and green eyes gave her a suspicious look.

“So you knew my parents then.” It was a statement more than a question, and she knew who had spoken before she even looked up. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Her godson.

How could she explain to him that she was his godmother but that she had left and stayed away from him because of her family’s rotten influence in their world… how could she convey how sorry she was that he never got to meet his parents… two of the people she had been closest to in her most important young years.

Harry's words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken questions and emotions. Sirius watched Amelie closely, sensing her distress. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Amelie," he said gently. He turned to face Harry, his grey eyes soft with empathy. "The Rosiers... they weren't an easy family to defy, especially wouldn’t have been for a young woman on her own."

He glanced at Harry, his expression softening. "Harry, Amelie was a dear friend to James and Lily. In fact, she was there for them during some of their darkest hours. If anyone could have told us about the danger we faced, it was her." He clenched his fists remembering why she hadn’t been there the days leading up to their deaths. “Her father found her before she could warn us…”

Sirius's gaze returned to Amelie, filled with sadness and anger at what she had endured at the hands of someone who was supposed to protect her. "But she chose to protect us, to keep our secrets safe no matter what he did. That took so much courage, Amelie."

She gazed at Sirius fondly, squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for standing up for her.

“You’ve heard the name Rosier before I imagine, Harry?” She asked, facing him with a kind, but completely calm face - she had nothing to fear, the people who knew her best were beside her again. If she had inherited anything besides her looks from her family, it would be pride. So, she held her head high, meeting his eyes and trying to show a confidence she didn’t really feel.

Harry nodded slowly, his eyes searching Amelie's face for answers. Sirius could tell that Amelie was trying to tread carefully, not wanting to upset Harry without explaining why.

"Yeah, I've heard the name," the boy admitted quietly. "I guess it's just... hard to wrap my head around the fact that you're connected to them and not on their side.” A shadow crossed his features, a reminder of the pain and loss that had shaped his life. But Sirius could also see a flicker of curiosity, a desire to understand.

“I haven’t been for many years. Partly thanks to Padfoot,” she said, sending a quick smile to Sirius. “But mostly, thanks to your mother, Lilly. She always saw the best in all of us… she never judged Remus for his lycanthropy… never stopped giving James a chance, even when he acted like a lovesick fool… never gave up on me, even when my family made it clear that they expected me to marry a pure blood of their choosing and join Voldemort as soon as I was of age. She helped set me free and even gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere else to go.”

A wistful smile played on Sirius's lips as he listened to Amelie speak of Lilly. Memories of their dear friend flooded back - her radiant laughter, her unwavering optimism, the way she brought light to even the darkest of times.

"Lilly Potter," he murmured, raising his glass as if in toast, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "The heart of the Order, the glue that held us together. We wouldn't have survived without her strength and compassion." From across the table Remus nodded his head sadly, and from beside him, Amelie closed her eyes briefly in remembrance.

He glanced at Harry, seeing the sorrow etched on the boy's face. "Your mum, Harry... she was one of a kind. She loved you so much. More than anything in this world."

Sirius's gaze softened, focusing once more on Amelie. "And you, Amelie... she saw the goodness in you, too. Even when others couldn't."

Amelie nodded sadly, a bittersweet smile on her face.

“She and Padfoot here, helped me to run away. Once I decided that I no longer wished to be part of the Rosier family, she helped me to become emancipated from them and brought me to live with her when I was 15.”

“When the first war started,” Amelie continued after a brief pause. “She trusted me to join the Order and convinced the others to give me a chance. Sirius, James and Remus had long since been my friends, so they vouched for me too… I offered to let Dumbledore use me however he thought would help the most, so he used me as a spy.” At the memories of her time spent as a spy she shuddered. Being treated either like a maid or a whore by pure blood elitists while she gathered information had been awful, but she had done it again and again to protect the people she loved. She would complete each mission only to come home and cry in Sirius’ arms, feeling violated and used, often disturbed by the information she had uncovered.

“I’m a natural legilimens. That is, I can read the thoughts and feelings of others... I can’t always control it and that has gotten me into trouble before, but I have trained for a long time and come a long way, in huge part thanks to Dumbledore – he knew that we could use that power if I could harness it properly, and it helped a lot at first.”

She waited with bated breath for Harry to absorb what she had said so far. She was sure there would be questions, and even more so that he would want to know where she had been all his life.

Sirius listened intently as Amelie recounted her story, his heart aching for the trials she had endured. He remembered those difficult years vividly - the constant danger, the weight of responsibility, the toll it took on them all.

"And now here you are," he said softly, "Back with us, ready to fight again. It means a lot, Amelie. To all of us."

He glanced at Harry, gauging the boy's reaction. Sirius knew that Harry had grown up without knowing much about his parents' lives, their friends, their struggles. It was a lot for him to take in, especially coming from someone with such a complicated connection to his family history.

"But I'm sure you have questions, Harry," Sirius prompted gently. "About Amelie, about your parents, about everything. Don't hold back."

“Where were you up until now then if you were so close to them?” Harry said in a suspicious and hurt tone. Amelie could feel a certain sadness and feeling of rejection radiating from him.

“During the last war, my father managed to use his blood - my blood to find me – A dark spell that trapped me almost like the imperius curse, but more physical… Even after I was freed, I was so scared that he would somehow be able to do it again… I couldn’t risk him being able to find you…” she searched his face before letting out a long sigh, unsure whether the next information would make him happy, sad, or even angry.

“I… I was there the day you were born, Harry. I helped Lilly and James through the birth and then I would regularly come to check up on you or take you on little adventures… Lilly named me your godmother, Harry and I loved you - love you, so very much… when your parents were killed and Sirius blamed. I thought perhaps they had used me to find you and framed Sirius to punish me - when I told Dumbledore he bade me hide away and not to make contact - to keep you safe.” There were tears in her eyes now, even as she kept her head held high and refused to break eye contact or break down in front of everyone.

“I kept an eye on you as best I could, but always kept at a distance.”

As Amelie spoke, Sirius felt a surge of empathy for the young man sitting across from them. The pain of abandonment, the confusion, the sense of betrayal – it must have been overwhelming for Harry. Yet, Sirius also sensed a glimmer of understanding, a budding acceptance of the circumstances surrounding his godmother’s absence.

"We both wish we could've been there for you, mate," he murmured, reaching over to place a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "We all missed you terribly. Even Moony there." Remus smiled wistfully but nodded in agreement.

Turning back to Amelie, Sirius's expression hardened slightly. The mention of her father still stung, even after all these years. What that man had nearly taken from him was unforgivable and still caused a burning rage to seep into his heart

"But we can't change the past," he said firmly. "What matters now is that you're here. With us. Safe."

“I’ve always been with you, Pads,” she said softly, only for Sirius to hear as she took his hand in hers and squeezed gently. She had been one of the only people to know from day one that Sirius had been innocent - she had campaigned for years to prove as much before he escaped from Azkaban. Even then she immediately dropped everything to try and find him… to be back with him now… it was like coming home…

The rest of the dinner passed in mostly amicable discussions about their pasts, the trouble they’d gotten up to during their time at Hogwarts and even how the joined the order. Molly and Arthur Weasley would occasionally interrupt: Molly to remind them that they were speaking to children, and Arthur to ask enthusiastic questions.

By the end of the meal, Amelie truly did feel as though she had come home. To have Sirius and Remus with her again gave her confidence in their shared plight against Voldemort. To meet Harry once more seemed like a gift she would treasure, even if he never fully accepted her.

When they had cleared the table and the children had all gone to bed, Amelie admitted that Dumbledore had asked her to live at headquarters. This meant that she would be living with Sirius, Remus and the Weasleys in Sirius’ old family home in order to keep her safe and her abilities out of Voldemort’s reach.

As the evening drew to a close, Sirius found himself reflecting on the events of the day. There was a strange mix of emotions swirling within him – joy at having Amelie back, concern for Harry, anticipation for the future. But underlying it all was a deep-seated gratitude.

"It's good to have you back, Amelie," he said quietly, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest. "More than you know."

His gaze drifted towards the staircase leading upstairs, where the children were probably already tucked into bed. He hoped they'd adjust quickly; the house would certainly be lively with six kids underfoot. Better than the lonely silence he’d been getting used to over the past few months.

"And don't worry about living here," he added, noticing the look of uncertainty flicker across Amelie's features. "This place is yours just as much as ours while we’re here."

“You… you really don’t mind?” She whispered to him, a nervous energy making her fidget with the hem of her blouse. When she looked at him there was a strange sort of forlorn longing and fragile hope in her eyes.

Sirius noticed the nervousness in Amelie's voice, the way her fingers worried at the fabric of her blouse. It tugged at something deep inside him - a memory of a younger version of herself, so full of hope and determination despite the odds stacked against her. He reached out, covering her hand with his own.

"Of course I don't mind," he said softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "I... I'm glad you're here, Amelie. Truly."

There was a moment of charged silence between them, the air seeming to crackle with unspoken emotion. Sirius felt his heart begin to race, his mind flashing back to stolen moments in the past - a brush of hands, a lingering glance, the promise of something more. But the present intruded, and he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.

She seemed to deflate when he pulled away. The warmth of his hands had flooded her with similar memories. Holding hands on the journey to Hogsmeade as teenagers, dancing together at a New Years Eve Party at James Potter’s house when they were 19… kissing under mistletoe… making love for the very first time… Of course things wouldn’t go back to being exactly like they were – she was no fool… but was it wrong to hope that they could pick up the pieces together?

“I don’t want to impose on you… that’s all.” Her voice sounded tired and resigned. Heartbroken, perhaps. “I understand that it’s been a long time since you saw me… hells, you might not even feel the same way about me anymore…I – I shouldn’t have expected anything…”

Sensing her discomfort, Sirius gently squeezed her hand once more before releasing it. He understood what she was saying, the fear lurking beneath her words. He knew that time had changed things, altered perspectives and feelings, but there was still a spark between them, a connection that hadn't faded entirely.

"You're not imposing yourself," he assured her, meeting her gaze directly. "And trust me when I say this... I do feel the same way about you."

He paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully. They needed to be honest and sincere, without causing further distress.

"The truth is," he continued softly, "I never stopped thinking about you. Never stopped loving you. The memories of you and the belief that you knew I was innocent… they helped keep me sane."

Her eyes glittered with tears when she made eye contact with him again and her rose petal lips parted in a soft gasp. The idea that he had thought of her whilst being trapped in that horrid place for so long tearing at her heartstrings.

“Really?” She asked, once again sounding like she had as a shy teenager, new to love and new to Sirius. She seemed to have held onto at least most of the traits he had once loved about her so much.

“You have to know Sirius… I fought for so many years to get you out of that prison… I campaigned at the Ministry, begged Dumbledore… In the end I resorted to foolish things too… Dangerous things… Nothing worked. They wouldn’t even let me visit you - wouldn’t let me send you letters… It was like they thought it was going to break you, break me…and they enjoyed it.” She still often had nightmares about him being alone and tormented by Dementors in that god forsaken place. She felt as if she had all but sold her soul to free him back then, but nothing had worked, and she had developed a seething anger and mistrust for both the Dementors and the Ministry for the way they had handled his case.

She gingerly laid a hand on his knee, hoping that through her eyes and her touch he might sense the truth.

Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat as Amelie's hand came to rest on his knee. The simple gesture sent a jolt of electricity through his body, reigniting the embers of desire he had tried so hard to keep banked down over the years. He covered her hand with his own, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin.

"I know," he said hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "I heard whispers of your efforts, even in that hellhole. It kept me going, knowing that someone out there still believed in me, still cared."

He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. The scent of her filled his nostrils, familiar yet somehow new, stirring memories and desires he had long suppressed.

"You have no idea what those years did to me," he whispered, his eyes searching hers.

As she made eye contact with him, her mind was drawn into his without her initiating her legilimancy… she saw him as a prisoner in a cold, dark cell - chains around both ankles… she heard the screams from other inmates, the threats hurled at him by people he used to call family… She saw the dark, cloaked figures of the dementors floating past his cell, trying to rob every last piece of happiness and sanity from him. She heard his sobs of anger and frustration at being imprisoned for a crime he didn’t – wouldn’t commit.

“I do… I really do…” she whispered, tears now silently falling from her eyes and understanding written all over her face. Sirius realised that she must have read his memories and gave her an apologetic smile.

A shudder ran through Sirius as Amelie's tears fell, mirroring the anguish he had endured. Her ability to see into his mind, to truly comprehend the depths of his suffering, was both a comfort and a reminder of the pain they had both carried for so long.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. "I shouldn't have let you see that. It's not something I care to relive, even for you." But as he gazed into her eyes, he realized that sharing his torment, his darkest moments, was a form of vulnerability he had rarely allowed himself. And with Amelie, it felt right, necessary even.

"There's more," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Things I've kept hidden, even from my closest friends. Things that haunt me still."

“I’m not going anywhere… you can tell me anything Pads, you always could, that hasn’t changed – it doesn’t have to be now if you’re not ready.” She stroked her delicate fingers through his long hair, gently tucking it behind his ear and out of his face.

She briefly turned to check that everyone has left the kitchen, and finding the coast clear she looked back at him.

“Let’s go somewhere more private and if you like… you can let me in, let me see the ghosts you carry with you. Or we can just…be.”

At her touch, Sirius felt a rush of relief and warmth. It was comforting, intimate, and reminded him of simpler times. He nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Alright," he agreed, standing up and offering her his hand. "Let's find somewhere quiet."

Leading her towards the door, he glanced back at the kitchen one last time. There was an odd mix of emotions swirling within him – excitement, apprehension, and an undeniable need to finally share his burdens with someone who truly understood him. Above even that though, was the desire to be closer to Amelie once more.

"Thank you," he murmured, squeezing her hand gently.

“Always,” she responded. Something she used to say whenever he questioned if she was sure that she loved him or questioned whether she could put up with his ‘shit’ as he had called it.

As he lead her through the house and up the stairs, she couldn’t help but feel joy. She was sure that she should be feeling apprehensive - he had changed after all… been through so much… but wasn’t he still her Padfoot? The man she had fallen utterly and hopelessly in love with as a girl?

Sirius had lead them to his bedroom, on the top floor of the house and once they both stepped inside, he shut the door behind them. Once he did, she felt so many things all at once: desire, caution, fear, sadness, happiness, but above all, love for the man who stood before her. Older and scarred by trauma, but still the same Sirius Black.

Once the door clicked shut, Sirius turned to face Amelie, his expression a complex blend of emotions. There was a deep longing in his eyes, a yearning that had only grown stronger with each passing year. He took a step closer, until they were mere inches apart.

"I've missed you so much," he breathed, his voice rough with pent-up feelings. "Every day, I've thought of you, wondered what could have been if fate had dealt us a different hand."

His hands found her waist, drawing her against him. The heat of her body seeped into his, igniting a fire that had smouldered for far too long. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, savouring the scent that was uniquely hers.

"I want to make up for lost time. Will you let me?" Sirius pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. His hands slid up to cup her face, thumbs brushing tenderly across her cheeks.

"You're such an important part of my life, Amelie," he said softly, his voice laced with emotion. "I don't know how I survived without you all these years. You're the missing piece I never knew I needed."

He leaned in then, his lips hovering just above hers. The air between them crackled with anticipation, the promise of something more. But then he hesitated, his eyes searching hers with a mix of vulnerability and hesitation.

"But I also don't want to burden you with my demons," he continued with regret, his voice barely audible. "I've spent so long carrying them alone, I'm not sure how to let go... or if I deserve to."

“I’ll make sure we have the rest of our lives if you’ll accept me,” she whispered, stroking his hair and following it from his scalp to his shoulders, “and I’ll never stop trying to convince you that you deserve happiness.” She wanted to let me speak, to hear his pain and try to share his burdens - lighten them if she could, but she couldn’t deny the hot sensation of desire flooding her senses having him this close to her again. Having him in her arms again after so long.

Hearing Amelie's words, Sirius felt a weight lift off his chest. The thought of spending eternity with her was both terrifying and exhilarating. He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes for a moment to savour the feeling.

"I’ll take you if you’ll take me," he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her once more. "Take me as I am, with all my scars, physical and emotional. Make me whole again."

His hands moved from her face to wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The hardness of his arousal pressed against her belly, tangible evidence of his desire. His breath hitched as he felt her breasts press against his chest, nipples hardening under the fabric of her robes.

"Don't hold back," he urged, his voice a husky whisper, urgency tinting his words. "Show me how much you've missed me."

She looked into his eyes for a moment, searching for any sign of distress or hesitation, but found none. His eyes were like molten silver, burning with as much desire as was in her own deep blue ones.

“Sirius, I never once gave you up… I always loved you, wanted you… waited for you… I need you to know that there was never anyone else,” she breathed, pressing chaste kisses under his jaw. The thought that she might have had other lovers while he rotted in Azkaban had haunted him over the years, and hearing that she waited instantly filled him with primal longing and need.

“I can’t see you as broken, you’re my other half… so brave… so loyal… handsome still…” every few words were punctuated by another kiss. His jaw, his throat, his cheek, the corner of his mouth, tantalising and teasing touches. “There was never anyone else… on lonely nights all I could do was remember how you felt and imagine how it would feel to have you make love to me again, lay beside me wrapped in each other… I would touch myself, wishing desperately that it was your hands on me…”

Sirius groaned at Amelie's words, his head falling back as she trailed kisses along his jawline. Her confession ignited a fire within him, a possessive need to claim her, to mark her as his. His hands roamed her body greedily, mapping every curve he remembered and discovering new changes.

"Fuck, Amelie..." he growled, his hips rocking involuntarily against hers. "The thought of you touching yourself, thinking of me... it drives me wild."

In one swift motion, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry and desperate, years of pent-up passion pouring out. His tongue delved into her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance.

She returned his kiss with just as much fervour, a flame of devastating desire flooding her senses and blurring the world around them until all she knew was him.

“Merlin I’ve missed you Sirius,” She whimpered into their kiss, desperately trying to remove their clothing so she could feel his warm skin on her once more.

Sensing Amelie's desperation, Sirius broke away from the kiss, panting heavily. His hands moved swiftly to the hem of her blouse, sliding it up her body until it he peeled it off and dropped it, the skirt she wore followed, the fabric pooled at her feet. His eyes raked over her form, taking in every detail – the swell of her breasts, the flatness of her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips.

"So beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to trace a finger down her chest, stopping to circle one hardened nipple through the thin material of her bra. "And all mine..."

With a final tug and a shimmy from her, he removed her undergarments, leaving her naked before him. His gaze lingered on her sex, his mind filling with images of their youthful encounters. He could almost taste her sweetness on his tongue, feel the warmth of her body wrapped around his cock.

"Gods, Amelie..."

She blushed beautifully as he admired her, her own eyes devouring his body in much the same way. She had been afraid that perhaps he wouldn’t find her as beautiful now that 14 years had passed, but looking at him, taking in the older, hardened version of him she realised that it was foolish. She could see desire for her in his eyes, and the sight of him practically made her mouth water and her cunt clench around nothing, desperate to be his once more.

She trembled as she allowed him to take in her naked body, she felt like an inexperienced virgin all over again and wanted to let him make the first move - to claim her in any way he wanted to.

Unable to resist any longer, Sirius closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her flush against him. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, the dampness of her arousal coating his thighs.

"I need to be inside you," he rasped, his voice thick with desperation and desire. "I need to feel you, all of you."

With a fluid motion, he lifted her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist. He carried her over to his large bed, laying her down gently on the plush mattress. His body covered hers, the hard planes of his muscles pressing against her soft curves.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his hand slipping between her thighs to stroke her slick folds. "Tell me how much you want it, Amelie. Beg for me."

“Please Sirius, I need you!” She whined, biting her kiss swollen lips and pulling him closer with her legs wrapped around his waist. “I need to feel you inside me, I need to feel you move in me, I want to be complete again - Yours again.” She begged so sweetly as she writhed and wriggled under him, trying desperately to create friction between his throbbing erection and her desperate core.

Sirius groaned at Amelie's pleas, his cock twitching in anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his member brushing against her slick folds. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, stretching her walls to accommodate his size. There would be time later for sweet love making and prolonged foreplay, but right now both of their needs were urgent and impatient.

"Fuck, Amelie!" he cried out, his head falling forward to rest against her shoulder. "You're so tight, so perfect..."

He began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he thrust in and out of her. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure racing through his veins, stoking the fire within him higher and higher.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Amelie chanted, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him, feeling ever hard inch of him as he dragged along her walls. "Harder, Sirius! Faster!"

Her vision blurred from the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that came from him filling her so suddenly and thoroughly after so many years alone. Her breath came in short bursts and her hands clung to him desperately as he thrust into her.

“Sirius! Please! Fill me, make me yours,” her moans and whimpers tumbling from her lust addled mind and into the cool air of the bedroom. She tightened her legs around his waist as she felt an orgasm building and cresting within her, causing her cunt to clench and flutter around his still thrusting cock.

“Gods you feel so good,” she wasn’t sure when, but tears had started streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of their love making, the emotion driving it. For the first time in 14 years, she felt complete. Pleasure so powerful she was helpless against it caused her to tremble, clinging to Sirius like a lifeline and taking him as though he was a feast and she a woman starved.

Feeling Amelie's inner walls clamping down on him, Sirius lost himself completely in the moment. The sensation of her tightening around him was too much, pushing him towards his own climax. His movements became erratic, more urgent, as he chased his release.

"Oh fuck, Amelie!" he gasped, his thrusts becoming even deeper, more forceful. "I'm close!"

With a final, powerful surge, he reached his peak. His seed spilled inside her, hot and thick, marking her as his in the most primal way possible. He collapsed onto her, both of them drenched in sweat and satisfaction.

"That's it," he whispered huskily, grinning boyishly as he closed his eyes and rested against her. "That's what I needed."

She held him as they trembled through the aftershocks of their orgasms, his cock going limp inside of her. She stroked his hair as his head rested on one of her breasts and stared up at the canopy of his bed. Tears still fell down her cheeks at the overwhelming emotions she felt and she thanked whatever greater power could hear her for giving her lover back to her.

Satisfied and spent, Sirius slowly rolled off of Amelie, lying beside her on the bed. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as if he never wanted to let go. His breathing slowed, each exhale heavy with contentment.

"Amelie," he murmured, his voice low and tender. "You have no idea how much I've missed this... us."

He kissed her forehead softly, tracing a finger down her cheek where her tears had left trails of saltwater. In that moment, everything else seemed unimportant; there was only her, only them.

"Stay with me tonight," he pleaded quietly. "Don't leave my side."

She leant up on one elbow so she could study his face, and he finally saw her tears - tears that she had never shed when he was taken from her, tears of sadness, joy and overwhelming pleasure that she just couldn’t seem to stop. She smiled brightly and let out a joyful, but exhausted little laugh at his question.

“You don’t even need to ask me, love,” the way she looked at him was so filled with reverence, awe, adoration and love that for a moment it stole his breath away. “I will never leave you, never be parted from you, again.”

Sirius felt a lump form in his throat at the sincerity and emotion behind Amelie's words. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the last of her tears before leaning in to capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was a promise, a vow, a declaration of his unwavering devotion to her.

"You're mine," he whispered against her lips, "And I’m yours. Forever."

He settled back down, pulling the covers over them and holding her close as exhaustion began to take hold. As sleep claimed him, he knew that this was where he belonged - in her arms, with her heart beating in sync with his own. No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, just as they had always been meant to do.

*****

Amelie’s dreams that night began sweetly, with thoughts about the man in her arms… eventually though, his face seemed younger, distressed… he told her in the dream that James and Lilly had been killed and he knew who had done it, was going to kill them for betraying their friends… the dream shifted again to his photo in the daily prophet, chained and in prison clothes… it changed again to a vision of a dementor, dark and foreboding, leaning over him and attempting to steal his soul.

“Sirius!” Her startled cry was enough to have her waking up, sitting bolt upright in bed and searching for her lover with shaking hands.

Suddenly awake, Sirius instinctively reached out for Amelie, finding her warm body pressed tightly against his own. He pulled her closer, feeling her trembling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, concern etched across his features. "Did you have a nightmare?" He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, studying her expression closely. There was fear in her eyes, a stark contrast to the blissful look she'd worn earlier. He knew that nightmares were common for those who had suffered trauma, especially when it involved losing someone dear to them – he had suffered his fair share.

"I'm here now," he reassured her, his voice soft yet firm, rubbing his hands firmly up and down her back. "Nothing can hurt you while I'm around."

“A dream or a memory…” she said softly as she let him hold her, sure that she felt awful, covered in a cold, fearful sweat. “I see you in my dreams sometimes… I have ever since they took you… for months after you were taken, I would stay in bed and try to stay asleep just to see your face, even if they were nightmares. I just wanted to see you…”She sighed as her hands absentmindedly strokes across his chest and arms.

“I think sometimes that I see the night Harry and Dumbledore helped you escape - you’re unconscious at a lake and there are so many dementors…” She trails off, not even wanting to say the words aloud. If the dementors had successfully stolen his soul, he would have been lost to her forever. Just a shell of his former self.

Sirius listened intently to Amelie's words, his heart aching for all the pain and loneliness she must have endured during those long, dark years without him. He could understand the agony of being separated from the person you loved most in the world, only able to catch glimpses of them in fleeting dreams.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "I'm so sorry I put you through that. But I'm here now, and I swear to you, I'll never leave your side again."

He thought back to that fateful night, the cold embrace of the dementors, the crushing despair that threatened to consume him. But then he remembered the warmth of the Patronus charm, the strength of Harry's love, and the hope it gave him.

"They didn't win."

“He’s pretty amazing, isn’t he…” she spoke fondly after a time. “Our godson…?”

At the mention of Harry, Sirius felt a pang of pride swell within him. Despite all the hardships and tragedies that had befallen them, they still had each other and Harry – a beacon of light in an otherwise bleak world.

"He really is something special," he agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "He reminds me so much of you and James... full of courage and determination. He’s kind and compassionate like Lilly was…"

His gaze drifted upwards, staring at the ceiling as memories flooded back. He thought about the first time he met Harry, how small and vulnerable he was compared to the brave young wizard he'd grown into.

"And he's got a knack for getting into trouble," he added with a chuckle. "Just like his godfather."

She laughed at that, leaning in to nip playfully at his skin in a spot she remembered he found ticklish.

“He must be a handful then! I remember how much trouble you got the rest of us into!” she grinned at the memories.

Sirius chuckled at the reminder of his mischievous past, the tickling sensation sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. He turned his head to capture Amelie's lips in a quick, affectionate kiss.

“Do you think Harry will like me? He hardly knows me… and we were both missing for most of his life…” she said after a moment.

"Oh, he'll adore you," he assured her confidently. "Harry's got a good heart, and he loves his family fiercely. Once he gets to know you better, he'll realize how lucky he is to have such a wonderful godmother."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her snugly against his chest.

"We'll introduce you properly soon, I promise, and then you two can get to know each other better. For now, let's focus on enjoying our reunion and making new memories together."

“You know, I forgot how it felt to smile and laugh so freely like this,” she admitted, stroking his face in the dark room as if memorising his features anew. “I forgot I could be this happy. I forgot how good it was to have hope.”

Sirius leaned into Amelie's touch, savouring the feel of her fingers tracing the contours of his face. Her words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the weight of his own burdens and the joy of finally shedding some of that load.

"I know exactly what you mean," he murmured, his voice low and intimate in the darkness. "Being apart from you, from everyone I cared about... it was like living in a constant state of numbness. But now, being here with you, feeling your touch, hearing your laughter... it's like coming alive again after being frozen for so long."

He tilted his head to press a tender kiss to her palm, his eyes shining with emotion in the dim light.

"I don't want to waste another moment apart from you."

“Well, hopefully you won’t have to,” she said gently, leaning her forehead against his sweetly for a moment.

“Dumbledore has placed me here for protection - now that father has escaped Azkaban with the other death eaters, he’s worried that he’ll come after me again. He’s sure Voldemort would want my mind reading gifts on his side.” She frowned at the thought. “I’d rather die than help that vile monster.”

When they were younger, people had often lumped her in with the other Slytherins, assuming she would end up being a stuck up pure blood like the rest of them. It had been Sirius who had first noticed how different she was as he watched her rebel against her family and the rest of Slytherin house - risking bullying and danger because she was unwilling to give up her morals and too brave to back down to their threats. ‘A sneaky Gryffindor in snake’s clothing’ he had called her once.

Hearing Amelie speak of her fears made Sirius's stomach twist with worry. The thought of anything happening to her was unbearable, and he hated the idea of her being used as a pawn in Voldemort's twisted game.

"Then we'll make sure nothing happens to you," he declared firmly, his grip tightening around her waist. "I'll protect you with my life. And I know you're strong enough to resist whatever they throw at you."

He thought back to their days at Hogwarts, how he'd admired her courage and compassion despite everything stacked against her. She was truly a Gryffindor at heart, and he'd always known she was worth far more than anyone gave her credit for.

"But until then, let's focus on being here together," he continued, trying to infuse his voice with optimism.

“Don’t worry, I am. I’m only telling you this because it means that we’re both essentially under house arrest together - we’ll be seeing so much of each other you’ll probably be sick of me before the kids even go back to school!” she smirked playfully, trying to make sure he knew that she was alright. She wouldn’t let any of them scare her and she’d be damned if she wouldn’t do everything in her power to keep Sirius smiling while she was here.

Sirius chuckled at Amelie's playful remark, relieved by her spirits. The prospect of spending so much time with her did sound daunting, but he knew he'd never tire of her company.

"You're right, we might just need to establish some boundaries to maintain our sanity," he teased, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But I'm confident we can figure something out. After all, we've survived worse odds before, haven't we?"

He smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gazed at her. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet intimacy of their hidden sanctuary, Sirius felt a sense of contentment wash over him. Being with Amelie again, knowing they had each other, filled a void he hadn't realized was there until now.

“So, tell me more about these ‘boundaries’ you propose,” she said teasingly, mischief in her eyes. “You’ll remember I hope, that I only like hearing about rules so I can break them.”

The corner of Sirius's mouth twitched upward at Amelie's comment, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Breaking rules was something they both had in common, and he couldn't help but find her challenge enticing.

"Well, I suppose that makes things interesting," he mused aloud, his hands finding their way to her hips as he pulled her closer. "How about we start with a curfew? We should get plenty of sleep considering we'll be awake for most of the day."

He winked at her, his tone light and playful. But deep down, he knew it wasn't just about setting boundaries—it was about creating a routine, establishing a rhythm amidst the chaos of their lives.

"And maybe we could come up with a code word?" he suggested, his voice dropping lower. "Something we use whenever we need a little privacy."

“Hmm I’ll go to bed at any time you like so long as you tire me out the same way you did earlier tonight,” she said, her playful voice taking on a flirtatious edge. “As for a code word…hmmm,” she made a show of scratching her chin in mock thought. “What kind of a code word would the great mischief maker, Padfoot, like to use?”

Sirius's breath hitched slightly at Amelie's suggestive words, a heat pooling in his lower belly. The thought of tiring her out again was an appealing one indeed.

"A code word..." he echoed, his gaze locked onto hers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "How about... 'whisky'? It's smooth, it's strong, and it gets the job done."

His hand slid down to cup her rear, giving it a firm squeeze through the fabric of her robe. The physical contact sent a thrill racing up his spine, reigniting the embers of desire that had barely begun to cool since their last encounter.

"Now, why don't we test out that code word?" he whispered huskily, leaning in close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her ear.

She smirked as heat began to pool in her belly and arousal began to leak from her still tender core.

“Hmmm,” she playfully pretended to consider his offer before leaning in close to his ear and whispering. “whiskey” before taking his ear lobe into her mouth and dragging her teeth along the sensitive skin.

A shudder ran through Sirius's body as Amelie's teeth grazed his earlobe, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his groin. The simple act of saying the code word and following it up with such a sensual gesture had him instantly hard and aching for her touch.

In one swift motion, he spun them around so that Amelie's back was pressed against the bed, caging her in with his arms. His eyes blazed with lust as he stared down at her, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

"You impudent little minx," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "You know exactly what you do to me."

One hand came up to fist in her silky hair, tugging her head back to expose the elegant column of her throat.

She let out something between a moan and a breathy laugh as he man handled her. She had always adored his more dominant side in the bedroom, but she enjoyed teasing it out of him and driving him to it even more.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean Black,” she said his name just as she had when they’d first met as teenagers and even mimicked the impudent, headstrong tone she had used back then, playfully teasing him.

Her face remained a vision of pure innocence as one of her hands took advantage of his eyes on hers to sneak between his legs and trail up his inner thigh to palm the throbbing erection trapped in the slacks he had put on to sleep in.

Sirius's eyes widened as Amelie's small hand wrapped around his rigid length, a strangled groan escaping his lips. The sensation of her delicate fingers stroking him through the fabric was almost too much to bear.

"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing," he hissed, his hips instinctively bucking into her touch. "And I swear, if you keep that up, I won't be responsible for my actions."

With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted her off the bed, pinning her against the nearby wall with his body. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he ground his hardness against her centre, seeking friction.

"Don't play coy with me, Rosier," he panted, nipping at her jawline. "We both know you're just as desperate for this as I am."

She moaned now in earnest, as this situation reminded her of the first time they’d had sex - they had been 16 and snuck into one of the secret passages of Hogwarts, full of young love and desperate with lust for one another. Now against his bedroom wall, there was so much more potential - they didn’t need to be quiet or sneaky.

“I’m not desperate for anything,” she hissed in a husky voice filled with lust. “You can’t prove anything of the sort, Black,” but even as she kept up her act her back arched off the wall he had pressed her to, creating friction between her clothed cunt and his throbbing erection.

Sensing her playful mood, Sirius grinned wolfishly, his grip on her tightening. The sound reverberated through his chest, warming her heart.

"Alright, Miss Rosier," he challenged, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, "let's hear your best excuse for breaking our new curfew rule."

Waiting for her reply, he traced circles on her hip with his thumb, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips.

“I was just looking for something,” she panted, wriggling out of his grasp and crawling onto the bed so that she was on her hands and knees - her clothed bottom on full display to him. Her eyes were filled with lustful mischief as she kept up her role, pouting and pulling an innocent face over her shoulder at him.

Sirius's breath caught in his throat as Amelie presented herself to him, her plump bottom clad only in thin silk panties. The sight was almost enough to make him lose control right then and there.

"Looking for something, hmm?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scepticism as he stalked towards the bed, his eyes never leaving her tempting form as she swayed her hips in the air teasingly. "And what might that be?"

He crawled onto the mattress behind her, running a single finger down her spine, relishing the way she shivered at his touch.

“Oh, something long and hot, and hard,” She spoke innocently, lowering her chest so that her nipples brushed against the duvet and her bottom seemed even more ripe for the taking.

“I don’t suppose you know where I could find something like that, do you Black?” Even as she kept up her cheeky act, he could see the fabric of her panties becoming damp with her arousal.

“Besides, what if I am out after curfew, you were never a prefect, what will you do? Spank me?” Her voice was filled with playful lust and mischievous challenge, the thought of driving him mad with lust for her sending shivers along her spine, only aided by his single fingertip dragging down the length of it.

The provocative image of Amelie presenting herself, nipples brushing against the sheets, her pert bottom quivering in anticipation, nearly undid Sirius. His cock throbbed painfully, begging for release. But he held back, savouring every moment of their delicious game.

"You want to be spanked, do you?" he growled, his hand coming down in a resounding smack on her right cheek, followed immediately by soothing strokes along the reddening flesh. "Maybe a little discipline is just what you need, naughty girl."

Leaning in, he nipped at her earlobe, his hot breath fanning over her skin. "But first, I think you owe me a proper apology for breaking the rules."

His other hand slid beneath her panty-clad bottom, fingers tracing the wetness seeping through the fabric.

“And what sort of apology would you expect from me, hmm Black?” She drawled in a sultry tone, her core throbbing painfully with the need for him to fill her and her mouth watering with the desire to taste him - Amelie Rosier, was nothing if not stubborn though, so she continued their little game.

Sirius chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and sent tingles across Amelie's sensitive skin.

"Well, Miss Rosier," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, "for starters, how about you apologize properly for breaking the curfew?"

His hand smacked down again on her other cheek, the loud noise echoing in the room. He waited for her gasp before beginning to stroke and soothe the heated skin.

"And perhaps," his voice dropped lower, filled with dark promise, "you'd also like to show your gratitude for it being me that caught you...literally."

“What would you like me to do then Black?” She asked, her voice finally starting to give away a hint of her desperation for him. “I suppose you expect me to use my mouth to apologise properly, yes?” she said in a defiant purr, turning around to rub her cheek and chin teasingly against his clothed erection - her challenging eyes never leaving his.

A low groan rumbled in Sirius's chest as Amelie rubbed her flushed cheeks against his aching erection. His resolve wavered, the urge to take her right then overwhelming.

"Yes, Rosier," he breathed, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Use that clever mouth of yours to apologize...and maybe show some appreciation while you're at it."

With a swift motion, he unfastened his trousers and freed his straining cock, the thick shaft bobbing eagerly before her. "Put it in your mouth, Amelie. Suck me until I'm satisfied with your apology."

His voice was rough with need, his eyes blazing with intensity as he awaited her response.

“I’ll expect a reward for a job well done though Black,” she teased, allowing her breath to ghost across his impressive cock as she spoke. Her pupils dilated and dark with lust as she looked up to meet his eyes again.

Sirius's eyes flashed with hunger as Amelie's warm breath caressed his sensitive skin. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain control despite her teasing words.

"A reward, huh?" he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "Well, I suppose I can arrange something...if you perform exceptionally well."

With a gentle push, he guided her head closer to his throbbing member, the tip nudging against her parted lips. "Go on then, Rosier. Show me that clever tongue of yours."

His voice was a low rasp, heavy with desire as he waited for her to take him into her mouth.

With a smirk Amelie wrapped one hand around the base of his cock as the other supported her weight on the bed.

“Very well, but try not to lose your mind too badly when I prove just how clever my tongue is,” she said in a sultry tease. She hoped she hid the fact that she wasn’t quite sure if she was rusty at this, considering the 14 years between now and the last time she had tasted him, she wanted to at least appear confident as she swiped her tongue teasingly up his length before swirling it around the swollen head, lapping up the precum already beaded there.

A shudder ran through Sirius's body as Amelie's tongue swirled around his sensitive tip, lapping up the salty-sweet essence of his arousal. His grip tightened in her hair; fingers tangled into the soft locks.

"Fuck, Amelie..." he groaned, his head falling back as pleasure coursed through him. "That's it, baby. Take it deeper."

He rocked his hips slightly, urging her to engulf more of his thick length. His free hand tangled in her silky hair, guiding her movements as she began to bob her head, her plush lips stretched around his girth.

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice strained with pleasure. "Keep going just like that. You're doing so well."

She moaned at his praise and the tugging sensation in her hair as she sucked him into her mouth as deeply as she could manage, using her tongue to wrap around him as she bobbed her head, creating an ever changing pressure in her hot mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed in appreciation as she took in his body and ran her nails along his thigh before cupping and gently squeezing his balls. She watched as his muscles tensed and shuddered under her ministrations and took in how sexy he looked with his long hair falling into his handsome face and the tattoos he had gotten over their years apart. She couldn’t help but to sneak her hand between her legs to ease some of her own tension as she lavished her attention on him, hoping that at any moment he would turn her back around and dominate her like she so desperately needed him to.

Sweat broke out on Sirius's forehead as Amelie's mouth worked magic on his aching member. The sight of her, her hand slipping between her thighs, only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"Oh fuck, Rosier..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she took him even deeper. His cock twitched in her mouth, precum leaking onto her tongue.

"That's it, sweetheart," he panted, his voice ragged with need. "Show me just how much you want that reward..."

He gripped her hair tighter, guiding her rhythm as she pleasured him. His eyes were half-lidded with lust, fixated on the way her lips stretched around him, the sounds of her sucking filling the room.

Closing her eyes to focus on the taste and sound of him, Amelie was determined to earn her reward. Calming her breathing she suddenly began to take him so deeply that he could feel himself hitting the back of her throat.

Even as her eyes watered and she fought her gag reflex, her fingers stroked madly at her clit, so desperate to be fucked by him, so desperate to feel his strength, his cock burying itself in her cunt until she forgot her own name.

Sensations ripped through Sirius as Amelie's throat constricted around his pulsating cock. His eyes rolled back, a guttural groan escaping from deep within his chest.

"Fuck, Rosier!" he gasped, his hips thrusting instinctively towards her. "Take it all...swallow every inch."

His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head down further onto his throbbing member. Each movement of her mouth sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his entire being focused solely on the exquisite feeling.

"That's it," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Just like that."

She wanted him to feel worshipped, even now as she became desperate to feel his cock buried deep in her desperately aching core.

“Nnngh,” a whimper escaped her throat as her eyes watered with her efforts. He was so handsome, still so hot after all the years apart. If their coupling earlier had been his desperate attempt to reconnect, this was hers. Her breathing became erratic as she struggled to keep her rhythm, positively aching for him to turn her around and fuck her like an animal in heat.

The desperation in Amelie's whimper sent a surge of primal desire through Sirius. His control snapped, and with a low growl, he pulled her off his cock and flipped her onto her stomach.

"You want it, Rosier? You want me to fuck you like an animal?" he snarled, yanking her hips up to present her dripping cunt to him. "Then beg for it."

Without waiting for an answer, he lined his rock-hard length up with her entrance and slammed inside her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He set a punishing pace, pounding into her with savage abandon, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

Amelie let out a string of sounds that were somewhere between cries of pure ecstasy and wails of desperation. In a brief moment of clarity she cast a wordless silencing charm around the room.

“Nnnngh, fuck! Black! Fuck you feel so good,” an animalistic sound ripped from her throat as she clenched her fists into the bedsheets, she could barely think through the pained pleasure he was causing her with his strong thrusts. She was sure she would be sore tomorrow, but right now she wanted to feel that dull ache. Wanted to feel every solid inch of him inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she sobbed as she began to move her hips back to meet his every thrust, his cock slamming maddeningly into her deepest places each time. “Gods Sirius! Yes! Ruin me for anyone else.”

Sirius's vision blurred as Amelie's tight, wet heat enveloped him. Her words, her pleas, the way she begged him to ruin her - it all pushed him closer to the edge.

"Fucking hell, Rosier..." he grunted, his hips snapping forward with renewed ferocity. "You're mine. Always have been. And I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows it."

He reached around to roughly palm her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers as he continued to pound into her. The force of his thrusts shook the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with each savage plunge.

"Come on, baby," he growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe. One hand reaching around her to rub swift circles on her clit with his calloused fingers. "Let go. Let me feel you come undone around my cock."

“Then mark me, Black - that’s the reward I want, leave a mark so that everyone can see that I’m yours again, that I’ve only ever been yours,” she ground out through her delirium as her orgasm raced to overtake her. She could already feel the coil of pleasure in her gut tightening into a ball of white hot heat as his cock hit inside of her on just the right angle.

“Fuuuuuck, Sirius! I’m so close!” she cried, holding on until he made his move, desperate to have that physical evidence of him on her skin. “Please!” she cried, and her voice was like a siren song, so full of lust and fucked out pleasure.

With a roar of triumph, Sirius leaned down to bite hard into the curve of Amelie's neck, marking her as his once more. His teeth sank deep, drawing blood, as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her clenching depths.

"Yes, scream for me, Rosier," he hissed, his breath hot against her skin. "Let them hear you. Let them know who owns your body now."

As he spoke, he felt his own release building, coiling tighter and tighter. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a hoarse shout, spilling his seed deep within her spasming cunt.

"Mine," he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as he collapsed atop her, still buried inside her warmth. "You're fucking mine, Amelie. Now and forever."

She could barely move as the aftershocks of her own climax continued to make her cunt pulse around Sirius’ slowly softening dick.

“Gods…” she panted, loving the weight of his exhausted body atop hers. “That - that was amazing…”

Her body felt as heavy as lead and little electric aftershocks pulsed through her, making her tremble under him. She couldn’t remember ever having felt so satisfied and complete as she did now as the morning sun started to peek through the bedroom window and his long hair tickled her face.

Feeling Amelie's trembling beneath him, Sirius gently withdrew from her, collapsing beside her on the bed. He turned to look at her, his grey eyes softening as he traced a finger down her cheek.

"Damn, Amelie," he murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I've missed this."

He drew her close, wrapping his arms around her in a tender embrace. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, the morning sunlight casting warm shadows across their entwined forms.

The End. If you made it this far please like or comment to let me know what you thought!

[misfortunelady69]

A battle-circus!

Platonic Deadpool X OC

Amelie bounced on her heels. “So, what’s the plan, Wade? Do we help, or do we just… you know, screw everything up?”.

“Option B. Always option B. And then, maybe we can get autographs. If we save the day, we might even get a discount at Stark Tower’s minibar.”

In the world of chaos and hilarity, there’s a saying: "When you’ve screwed up one universe, you’ve screwed them all." At least, that's what Deadpool told his best friend, Amelie, as they stepped through yet another portal into a brand new reality.

"Here we go again," Deadpool said, adjusting his katanas. "I hope this universe has tacos."

Amelie grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or chimichangas. They say the multiverse is like an all-you-can-eat buffet."

As they landed on the other side of the portal, they found themselves in the bustling streets of New York City—circa 2012. Chaos reigned, cars were overturned, and the sky was alive with flying alien creatures. Deadpool tilted his head and observed the scene with mild curiosity.

“Aliens? Check. Destruction? Check. Oh, wait… Avengers? Double check!” Deadpool exclaimed, spotting Earth's Mightiest Heroes gearing up to battle Loki, who was wearing his usual smug expression.

Amelie bounced on her heels. “So, what’s the plan, Wade? Do we help, or do we just… you know, screw everything up?”

“Option B. Always option B. And then, maybe we can get autographs. If we save the day, we might even get a discount at Stark Tower’s minibar.”

With matching grins, they sauntered toward the Avengers, who were in the midst of a heated discussion about battle strategies.

As Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor debated their next move, they suddenly paused, turning to see Deadpool and Amelie approaching.

Tony Stark raised an eyebrow. “Who let the clown convention in?”

“Hey, metal man! We’re here to help… or hinder. It’s a coin toss, really,” Deadpool quipped, flipping a imaginary coin.

Steve Rogers, ever the serious one, stepped forward. “This is a battle, not a circus.”

“A battle-circus!” Amelie corrected, pulling a balloon animal out of nowhere and handing it to Hulk, who surprisingly took it with a grunt of satisfaction.

Loki watched from atop Stark Tower, his smirk faltering as he tried to comprehend the bizarre duo who seemed to be both confusing and annoying his enemies.

“I say we let them join,” Natasha suggested dryly. “Worst case, they distract Loki long enough for us to get a hit in.”

Thor nodded, chuckling. “I like their spirit! It is reminiscent of a good tavern brawl.”

As the battle commenced, Deadpool and Amelie immediately began to sow chaos—not so much as a strategy, but more as a lifestyle choice.

Deadpool grabbed a stray Chitauri rifle, firing wildly. “This is like my third favorite Thursday ever!”

Amelie, not to be outdone, climbed a wrecked car and began shouting orders at the Chitauri. “Alright, lizard-brains! Dance-off! Winner gets the Tesseract!”

To everyone’s surprise, some of the aliens actually paused, glancing at each other in confusion.

Loki, however, was not amused. With a wave of his hand, he sent a burst of energy towards the duo, which they barely dodged.

“Can we focus?” Loki yelled, clearly exasperated by the turn of events.

Deadpool shrugged. “See, Amelie? We got under his skin. My therapist says that’s progress.”

Back with the Avengers, Deadpool and Amelie had somehow managed to both aid and annoy the team in equal measure. Iron Man begrudgingly admitted that they were at least a good distraction.

As the Avengers closed in on Loki, Deadpool took a moment to pose dramatically in front of the camera. “Remember, folks, when life gives you aliens, make alien-nade! Or whatever.”

Amelie joined in, holding up a sign she had quickly scribbled: “Vote Deadpool & Amelie for Multiversal Mayors!”

Together, they charged at Loki, who was trying to recalibrate his staff for another attack. With a swift, unexpected move, Amelie snatched the staff from Loki's grip while Wade placed the tip of his katana on the ground causing causing him to trip.

“Look, Loki,” Deadpool said, crouching beside the fallen villain. “If it makes you feel better, you were definitely top ten villains we’ve fought today.”

Loki scowled, struggling to rise with whatever dignity he could muster. “This isn’t over, mercenary.”

“It never is!” Amelie said brightly, handing Loki a ‘Best Villain’ trophy. “Thanks for playing. Try again next universe.”

With Loki apprehended and the Chitauri retreating, the Avengers gathered to assess the damage—and the two wildcards in their midst.

“Who even are you two?” Tony asked, clearly baffled but slightly impressed.

“Just a couple of multiverse wanderers,” Deadpool replied. “Always on the lookout for a good fight and the perfect taco.”

Amelie nodded. “And in case you’re wondering, yes, we accept tips and gift cards.”

With the day saved and Loki defeated, Deadpool and Amelie stood in the middle of a ruined street, admiring their handiwork.

“We really outdid ourselves this time,” Deadpool said, dusting off his suit.

Amelie looked around at the chaos with satisfaction. “I think this is our masterpiece. But hey, let’s not stick around for cleanup.”

As they prepared to leap into another portal, Amelie turned to Deadpool. “Think the next reality has pizza?”

Deadpool shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

[wildwinterlunas]

I want to talk more about why I want Cassidy to be important in Widow's redemption arc because I don't think I've full expressed why I think he needs to play a part in it. Not only that but I haven't really gone into why Widow would be important in Cassidy's arc.

The three main reasons why I think they would be important to each others arcs are;

Their lore have very similar story points to each other and both have a similar theme of choice or lack there of

Cassidy is big on redemption, he is literally the first character in lore to have a redemption arc, so I think if any character was having a redemption arc he'd play a part in it

Cassidy would probably be the first person to genuinely talk to and bond with Widow. In the same vain, Widow would probably be one of the few people to understand why Cassidy does the things he does

Now I have talked about how similar Cassidy and Widows backstories are to each other in a previous post but I don't think I really went into what that would mean for both characters. As stated in Cassidy's journal, he doesn't feel like he truly fits in with the OW crew, he isn't a solider and never has been. The same thing could be said for Amelie, yes she seemingly has a connection with Reaper but something to take note is that their voice lines are very impersonal, they feel more like small-talk with a coworker then meaningful conversation (to me at least).

However, I think that something that is often ignored about both of their characters is that they still enjoy what they are doing now.

Cassidy enjoys helping people, being a vigilante, dispensing justice, in his PvE bio it's stated that he didn't just go underground after Zurich, he disappeared for a short amount of time, meaning he could have done what Ana did and dip, not be a vigilante, but he didn't. He quickly went back to fighting for justice. We also see in the Deadlock Novel and in in-game voice lines, he enjoyed his time with Deadlock. Hell, most of the time when he's talking about his regrets he's mainly talking about Blackwatch.

With Widow whenever I see people write her redemption it's almost always accompanied by her settling down, no longer being an assassin. Which is something she wouldn't do. Amelie enjoys the thrill of shooting, of the hunt, of being an assassin, it's something that terrified her so much that she got her emotions removed because of it. Even after her redemption she might not enjoy killing as much anymore but she'd still enjoy doing her job.

Yes if you asked them what they wanted years ago they probably would have said to settle down, but they have both changed beyond that. Yes neither of them exactly chose this life, for both of them it was a last resort, but they both still enjoy what they do.

And it's why I think they should be important in each others arcs. They would have a mutual understanding of each other. Not only that but I think Cassidy would get Amelie to open up, both to him and other people, while Amelie could help Cassidy see why he's so important to Overwatch.

And though I love Angela and do think she'll be important to Amelie's arc, I don't think she should be the first person Widow should connect with or open up to. Mostly because Amelie would have medical trauma she's had to deal with Moira's experiments for years. So her first connection being towards the new person treating her medically isn't something believable to me, at the very least Angela would be the second person she bonds with. Also pretty much everyone else is out the window because, well, Widow isn't the nicest person, and a lot of the current members don't really like her at the moment (again, Cassidy is the only OW aligned character to compliment her aim).

With Cassidy I think that because of how blunt Widow is she'd probably quickly point out that he's the reason why a lot of the OW members are here. He may not be a soldier but he's still a leader, a friend, someone that a lot of people consider family. I think she'd point out to him that though he isn't exactly like the other OW agents, that doesn't erase the fact that he has an impact on the people around him, that they'd care if he left.

Any way thanks for sitting through my rant-

[princess-of-the-corner]

The Emilie saving Amelie and Felix saving Adrien thing is kind of a bad comparison because 1. AMelie isn’t a senti so she wasn’t under immediate threat like Adrien is. She could have left if she really wanted to and given up her fortune like Emilie did. 2. Personal choice. People are infantilizing Amelie a lot. Maybe she stayed because she WANTED TO? She was loyal to her parents and maybe felt like her sister was abandoning them and being flighty. She’s called the “good princess” for a reason. Amelie believed in duty. And was probably overlooked for most of her life due to Emilie being the first born twin. She was likely desperate to prove herself to her parents and wouldn’t have left even if Emilie offered for her to come. 3. Felix kind of did a shit job of saving Adrien if that was his main priority. He started off weird and antagonistic toward him, did a little better in the middle (tho still confusing because he left Gabriel with Adrien’s ring and most of the miraculous ????? and finally was kind of like “ok forget Adrien I have a girlfriend now I’ll let ladybug handle it and tell him NOTHING”

I'll give you points on Felix doing a shit job on helping Adrien but not for the other two.

Like.

If the family was as abusive as it's implied? It is not easy to get away from abuse! You can't 'just leave', usually because the abusers are in some way keeping you there. They might not have 'magically' been able to control Amelie like Colt could with Felix, but it doesn't mean that they don't have some kind of power over her to make her do what they want. Emotional manipulation, physical force, etc.

As I said, a partner who can help you get out of there would be entirely beneficial! Emilie had Gabriel, who was at least financially stable enough to provide for her as she ran away and tried to get her life together without the financial and influential support of her parents(but without strings attached). Amelie didn't have that. She got Colt, who was just like her parents and part of their plans.

And even if she 'wanted to stay', it is under a lot of fucked up situations she shouldn't have to be in. Which was something I addressed! If one sibling escapes the abusive family, the other(s) aren't always ready to do so. Whether it be fear of what might happen if they're unsuccessful in leaving, fear of not having some security(even if it comes with strings attached), or even that they're so gaslit that they think there's no need to escape things are fine this is normal and okay and what they want, it happens.

Again, I don't blame Emilie for not helping. Sometimes, in that situation, you have to think of yourself first. Because you have to survive to be able to do anything else in the first place.

[moneeko]

This killed sentimonster theory?

When the theory about Sentimonster appeared (from the Ladybug episode if I remember correctly) I liked this theory. However, every character is a senti (Adrien, Felix even Kagami) no no. It's enough that you're a rich kid and you're Senti. AS*truc's posts implied that our Blonde boy was perfect. Honestly, I personally thought Adrien was the only Senti; Emilie was unable to have a child and created one based on her nephew. However, after seeing the fragment about Colt. baby he and Gabriel deserve the worst Father of the Year award

but how did i write it? What will I show you

Family Agreste/ Graham De Vanily ( Rewrite)

Emilie and Gabriel's past

Emilie and Amelie are members of the Graham De Vanily family. Who for centuries has been in the service of knights to the kings of England. There are legends that they are descendants of the knights of the round table (Sir Galahad or even Merlin (rumors of legend). Regardless of the lungs, the firstborn always took the title. Since the twins were born, Emilie was chosen as the eldest heir. (of the bloodline rings as their owner). and considering the parents (I named them Arthur and Mary would be easier) that Emilie would have an arranged marriage.

The arranged marriage was with the Fathon family, an American millionaire family (who they also came from British aristocracy) Emilie and Colt felt nothing for each other, but they were together with the body of the infected fiancée. Amelie, as a younger girl, had more freedom, but she loved her sister, which helped her. Emilie went to Paris to study where she met Gabriel Agrest (a young fashion designer).

Emilie fell in love with Gabriel and broke off the engagement by telling people she wanted to be an actress. To which Arthur and Mary protested. Emilie married Gabriel and took his surname. Amelie was forced to marry Colt. Both Amelie and Colt were unhappy with the turn of events. However, they had no choice. Colt treated Amelie as a friend and so did she: Agreste's marriage was freshly blooming. Emilie became an actress which gained more popularity thanks to Gabriel helping to recognize his fashion designs. She presented his compositions and clothes designs. Whether in interviews or in movies. Years passed and Gabriel founded the Agreste brand. Emilie wanted a child more and more, but the years passed and she couldn't have one. Gabriel still loved his wife and felt unhappy when he saw his distraught wife Emilie came to London where she went to visit her sister after many years. Amelie showed her son, Felix. Emilie loved him.

So Emilie remembered a certain book in the main estate and went there to get drunk. It was the Book of the Miraculous in Arurian times, and the Evil and Jewel of the Peacock and the Butterfly were found, she read that they had been left upstairs in the care of a great creature (yeti). Emilie decided to go on an expedition where she met an adventure seeker (archaeologist) and Nathalie agreed to help her with this expedition. Gabriel stayed in Paris. After a month of searching, the women found the miraculous. When they returned to the Agreste estate. Emilie created a child whom she named Adrien. Gabriel and Nathalie were shocked at what Emilie revealed to them the truth about the Graham and Miraculous lineage. Emilie asked Nathalie to stay and keep the secret. And Gabriel had a problem with his son, he couldn't love him. However, he was happy to see his wife happy with their "baby"

During the Agrestte family's visit to the Fathom family in London, Emilie revealed a secret about Adrien Amelie. Amelie was shocked that her sister, desperate for a child, used magic. That's what Colt heard. Not understanding the Miraculm thing, he knew magic was bad. He had it in his head that his children Felix and Diane were also products of magic. He confronted the Twins. accusing them of witchcraft. Amelie said their children were human, but did not deny the fact that her family was associated with magic (miraculous). And so the Fathom family broke. Colt was cold towards his children, even calling them monsters, and his wife witches. And the Agreste family began to flourish. they were happy. however, Emilie began to fall ill. Because the power to create a new life took away the Vital Forces.

A year before the events of the Series, Emily falls into a coma and Colt and Diane (who flew to America, for business disputes) died in a plane crash. I would more or less do that. Only one person is Senti, but prejudices and understatements have had a domino effect

[hangovercurse]

God Father

Colson comes to meet yours and Pete’s baby

Request: “Can I get a Pete Davidson one where you introduce you’re daughter to Colson please”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Word Count: 792

Pete always said he wanted kids, and you did too. But you never really talked about having kids together. Until one day, after being with Pete for two and a half years, you saw the two lines on that stick.

You had checked two more sticks and went to see an OBGYN before you told Pete. It wasn’t that you thought he’d freak out, you just wanted to be sure.

Nine and a half months later and you were the proud mother of a very healthy baby girl. Catherine Amelia Davidson was the light of your lives, even if she was only one day old.

You had kept the pregnancy relatively quiet, wanting to keep the press out of your baby’s life as much as possible. Luckily, your friends all knew and were very supportive of this endeavor.

Most supportive, shockingly (or maybe not), was Colson Baker, Pete’s best friend. Maybe because he already had a kid of his own or maybe because he was just genuinely a good person. Colson was the guy Pete went to with parenting advice, the guy that gave you tips on what to do in certain situations, and the one who spoiled the baby the most. Which was weird because she wasn’t even born when he unloaded a truck load of baby supplies into the nursery.

So, it was only natural that he’d be the first one to meet her, other than you and Pete of course. Pete had texted him the moment you went into labor, telling him to get on the soonest flight out.

Pete was a champ throughout your labor, standing next to you holding your hand the entire time, even when you were screaming and telling him you were gonna chop his dick off. He made jokes to help calm you down between pushes but was fully supportive when you were in pain. He would whisper the sweetest things in your ear, making you a little less angry but still very much in pain.

It was all worth it when you held your baby girl in your arms for the first time. “She’s perfect.” He whispered.

You spent the next while curled up on the hospital bed with Pete and Catherine, cooing over your baby. The nurses had to take her to weigh and bathe her, leaving you and Pete to rest for a few hours. When you woke up, you heard the quiet whispering of your boyfriend and someone else. Opening your eyes, you saw your child’s god father in the hospital room, Casie sitting on his lap.

“There’s the woman of the hour.” He said once your eyes met his.

‘Hey Colson,” you smiled lazily, feeling Pete’s arms tighten around you. “Hi Casie.”

“Hi aunt Y/N.” She smiled, sending you a small wave.

Pete sat up, climbing off the bed. “Now that she’s awake, I’m gonna go get Catie and you guys can meet her.” You nod at him, sitting up and resting against the headboard.

“Thanks for coming.” You said softly, still pretty tired.

Colson nodded, a smile on his face, “You really think I wouldn’t come to see my god daughter on the first day of her life?” You chuckled.

“And my cousin!” Casie boasted.

You smiled, “and your god sister, technically.” Her eyes went wide with the new information, realization coming over her. Casie had always secretly wanted a sister, and even though she wasn’t blood, Casie had finally gotten one.

Pete came back in, the newborn in his arms. He held her head up, carrying her carefully. Colson stood up, Casie stealing the chair he was in. Pete handed your daughter to Colson, who was smiling so softly you swear his tattoos would disappear.

“Hi Catherine Amelie.” He whispered, looking down at her. “I’m Colson.”

Pete came back to the hospital cot, laying back down beside you and pulling you into his arms. He pressed soft, sweet kisses to your neck and face as you both watched Colson with your baby.

You’d definitely made the right choice for godfather.

“Casie, you wanna hold her?” Pete asked the young girl, who nodded enthusiastically.

Colson came to her and kneeled down, laying Catherine down in Casie’s arms and positioning her so the baby’s head would be supportive. “You gotta keep your arm up to support her and be gentle.”

Casie nodded, a smile on her face. “Hi Catie. I’m Casie. We’re gonna be best friends.”

Colson grabbed the baby’s arm and made a waving motion to Casie, “Nice to meet you Casie.” He said in a mock-baby voice. Casie laughed, watching Catherine infatuatedly.

You couldn’t help the flutter of your heart at the realization that you were surrounded by your family, and that was all you ever needed.

[iwasbored777]

What I find impressive about What If episodes is that both of them confirmed that Adrien would never have second thoughts on his father's proposition to join him if Gabriel didn't use Emilie to guiltrip him. In Chat Blanc Gabriel didn't say "we are a father and a son and we should fight on the same side" he specifically said "if she loved you she would let you save your mother". Not only did he made Adrien's girlfriend look bad because she didn't agree on that but he mentioned Emilie as a good reason why Adrien needs to join him. Gabriel knew Adrien wouldn't give in or at least wouldn't give in that easily if Gabriel didn't use Emilie to excuse his actions and blame Ladybug for not joining with a terrorist like him. Adrien loved Emilie so much and he wanted her back but in Chat Blanc Adrien tells Marinette "I will wish for everything to go back to normal so that we can be in love again" I get that he couldn't mention his mom because the plot but he didn't say "to change the reality and to bring back what was taken away from me" he wanted to be with Marinette again and he thought that she would understand if she listens to him. He was always on her side, he just didn't want to hurt his father also so he aimed at himself and hurt himself. He loves Gabriel and doesn't want to hurt him but he wouldn't choose his side. Remember how in Chat Blanc his first reaction was almost cataclysming his father but then he stopped. He is angry but he can't hurt him.

In Ephemeral, If Gabriel didn't take him to the basement Adrien wouldn't have gotten akumatized when he found out, Emilie is always the one thing that made him question his choice. He didn't want to help Hawk Moth, even though it was his own father, he didn't want to betray his girlfriend, but he wanted his mom back.

That's what always gets me when I watch these episodes. Him and Emilie really had something special, it was probably what Félix and Amelie have. There is no doubt that the situation got even more extreme now, after all this Adrien would NEVER side with his father.

This is why I never thought Adrien was ooc when he forgot about Ladynoir conflict in Ephemeral and immediately wanted to date Marinette after the reveal. While Marinette was behaving ooc in this part he wasn't. Ladybug was always his finale choice, which is common sense at it's finest because if I had a chance to choose between a person who loves me and a person who hates me I would make the choice but the problem is that he had another person who loves him to think about.

[kathlare]

sunsets & sparks

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the vibrant setting of Ibiza, Amelie and Lando escape the routine for a week of sunshine, laughter, and nightlife.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: fluff, smau, kinda suggestive content

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August 4th, 2024 - Ibiza, Spain

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f1gossipdaily: Lando Norris and Amelie Dayman were spotted living it up in Ibiza with friends, looking extra close and VERY touchy-feely! 😏👀 Some partygoers even said Amelie looked a little tipsy, but honestly, who can blame her with Lando looking like that? 😜👑

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f1stan69: Lando playing chauffeur tonight, huh? 😂 → drsdiva: @f1stan69 Bro, he’s got no choice when queenie’s tipsy 💅

paddockprincess: Amelie drunk in Ibiza? ICONIC behavior. 🍹✨

amelie4pres: drunk AND touchy? Oh, the ‘shipper agenda is THRIVING today. 👏🔥

drunkgpqueen: Someone get Lando a medal for being the ultimate drunk girlfriend wrangler. 🏅 → brakebias69: @drunkgpqueen Nah, he loves it. Boy’s whipped. 😏

f1lover44: Not Amelie out there living my dream with my man 😩💔

sunshine_lando: Can’t lie, I’d be touchy too if I had that. 🤷‍♀️ → mclovinit: @sunshine_lando SAME, girl. No shame in the game.

gridgirlzz: Lando out here looking like he won more than just trophies this year. 😏🏆 → f1fangirl87: @gridgirlzz Honestly, Amelie IS the trophy. Period. 👏

ameliebae: Touchy? Drunk? ICON. She’s just living her best WAG life. 🍹💃 → landofan12: @ameliebae Honestly, let her slay.

paddocktalks: Lando’s PR team sweating while Amelie’s out here unbothered. 🤣💅

f1spicytea: Lando def on babysitting duty but also LOVING it 🥴💕 → ibizagossip24: @f1spicytea Babysitting or just marking his territory? 👀

turnonequeen: Ibiza Lando hits different…

f1gossipqueen: Lando’s got his hands FULL. 😏 → f1fanatic69: @f1gossipqueen Literally. Boy is gripping for his life! 😂

landogirlies: Is it bad that I’m jealous of BOTH of them? 😭 → wagwannabe69: @landogirlies Nope. Same boat, babe. 🛶

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The moment their plane touched down in Ibiza, the excitement was palpable. After a cozy weekend back in Monaco, where they’d curled up in bed, binge-watching old movies and sipping wine, Amelie and Lando were ready for a different kind of atmosphere. The Ibiza sun was already scorching as they stepped off the plane, but there was a sense of exhilaration in the air.

The group piled into a series of cars and headed straight to their Airbnb—a massive villa with panoramic views of the sparkling Mediterranean. It had everything they needed: an infinity pool, an outdoor terrace, and more space than they could ever in this two days. The villa was made for moments like these.

Lando and Amelie, as always, gravitated toward each other. Their flirtations had become second nature, and this trip wasn’t going to be any different. As everyone got settled in and the sun started to set, the group got ready to head out for the night. The clubbing scene in Ibiza was legendary, and tonight, they planned to hit one of the most exclusive spots.

Amelie stood in front of the mirror in their room, running her fingers through her hair. Lando leaned against the doorframe, eyes wandering over her in that familiar way that made her heart skip a beat.

—You look stunning, babe,— he said, his voice low, sending a thrill through her.

—Of course I do,— she replied with a wink. —Now, if you could just stop staring at me, I might actually be able to finish getting ready.—

Lando smirked, pushing off from the door. —Never gonna happen, love. You’re too damn hot for me to look away.—

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. —Alright, alright, let’s go before you turn me into a blushing mess.—

Their friends were already in the main living area, ready to head out. The group made their way to one of Ibiza’s iconic nightclubs, where the bass pounded in the air and the lights flashed in sync with the rhythm. As they entered, the energy was infectious, and Amelie and Lando wasted no time hitting the dance floor.

Their chemistry was undeniable, as always. With every song that played, they got closer, the flirtation growing heavier, their touches more intimate. Lando’s hands found their way to her waist, his fingers lightly grazing the skin of her lower back. Amelie responded in kind, her hands trailing over his shoulders, drawing him closer as they swayed to the beat.

Max, Pietra, and the rest of their friends exchanged knowing glances, the teasing familiar and comfortable now. —Is it possible to get through one night without these two getting all touchy-feely?— Max joked, grinning.

—Not a chance,— Keegan added, laughing as he took a swig of his drink.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed freely, and the group’s energy only intensified. Amelie, always a little more carefree when she had a few drinks in her, was no exception. She and Lando danced and laughed, their bodies moving together in sync, completely lost in the music and each other. Her giggles filled the air as Lando leaned in close, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh even harder.

Amelie’s laughter was infectious, her tipsy energy making her even more playful. Lando couldn’t help but grin at her antics, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He loved when she was like this—free-spirited, carefree, and radiating happiness. It made her even more irresistible.

—God, you’re so cute when you’re drunk,— he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

—Shut up,— she teased back, her words slightly slurred. —I’m just… having fun. I deserve this, right?—

He chuckled, pulling her even closer. —Of course you do. You deserve the world, Ames.—

They continued to dance, the crowd moving around them, but it felt like it was just the two of them. The bass thumped in the background, but Lando’s focus was entirely on her—her laughter, her touch, the way she fit perfectly against him. But as the night wore on, Amelie’s steps started to get wobbly. She wasn’t as steady on her feet anymore, and Lando noticed it immediately.

—Whoa, hey, hey— he said, his hands finding her arms to steady her. —You okay?—

Amelie blinked up at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and giggles. —I’m fine… just a little dizzy. Maybe a lot dizzy, actually. But I’m still standing!—

Lando smirked, helping her stand upright as he wrapped an arm around her waist. —I think it’s time we get you back to the villa before you end up face-first on the dance floor.—

—Fine, fine, I’m ready to go anyway. I want to see my boyfriend in private, not surrounded by all these people,— she slurred, giving him a playful shove.

Lando laughed, knowing she wasn’t exactly making sense but loving her more for it. —Alright, love, let’s get you out of here.—

The group had already noticed that things were getting a little too wild for Amelie. Max and Pietra exchanged amused glances, while Alex and Rozzi seemed to share an unspoken agreement to stay back and let the couple do their thing.

As they walked out of the club, Lando guided Amelie through the crowd, his arm securely around her. The cool night air hit her face, and she sighed, the sound almost content.

Lando helped Amelie into the car, her tipsy giggles making the drive back to the villa feel like an adventure of its own. Her hand found his, and she gave it a lazy squeeze, her head lolling to the side as she rested it on the window.

—God, I’m so drunk,— she admitted with a small laugh, her voice soft. —This is what happens when you get me to dance. I forget how to walk.—

Lando chuckled, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. —You’re adorable when you’re like this. You really have no filter, huh?—

Amelie gave a goofy grin. —Nope, no filter. Who needs one when I’ve got the world’s best boyfriend to make everything better?— She leaned in closer, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. —I love you so much, Lando.—

His heart skipped, a warmth spreading through him at the sincerity in her voice. —I love you too, Ames. You know that. No one makes me smile like you do.—

When they finally made it back to the villa, Lando helped Amelie out of the car, his arm around her waist as she leaned on him a little more than usual. Her steps were unsteady, and though she was laughing, there was a certain softness to the way she moved.

As they entered the villa, the cool air from the infinity pool brushed against their skin, the faint sound of waves lapping at the shore in the distance. The house was quiet, everyone else were still at the club, leaving Lando and Amelie with a rare moment of calm.

Inside the villa, Amelie stumbled a little as Lando guided her through the door, her tipsy giggles echoing through the hallway. The space was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lights adding to the calm atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the wild energy of the night.

—You good?— he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern, though he couldn’t hide the affection in his tone.

—Yeah, I’m good,— she mumbled, her eyes glassy but full of love. She leaned in a little too close, pressing her lips to his neck in a soft, lingering kiss. —You’re so handsome, you know that?—

Lando chuckled, shifting a little under the warmth of her touch. —I think you’ve had enough of that drink, love. Maybe time to call it a night?—

Amelie swayed slightly, her hand finding his chest, as if steadying herself. She looked at him with a playful smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes despite the alcohol.

—What if I don’t want to call it a night?— she teased, her fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt, sending a shiver down his spine.

Lando gently took her hands, guiding them away from his chest. —Ames, you’re drunk. I’m not doing anything until you’re sober. Come on, let’s get you settled in. You need water, not more flirting. You’re making it hard for me to resist you right now.—

Her smile faltered slightly, her lips pouting as she let out a small, playful whine. —But I want you, Lando. I really do. Don’t you want me?—

His heart thudded in his chest at the sincerity behind her words, but he knew she wasn’t in her right mind. Gently, he cupped her face, tilting her head up to look at him.

—Baby, I want you all the time, but I want you to be sober and clear-headed when that happens. Not like this.—

Amelie let out a soft, frustrated sigh, her fingers trailing down his arm, almost like she couldn’t help herself. —You’re so good to me. So damn good to me, Lando.— She paused, her face softening, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again. —I just love you so much.—

Lando’s heart melted at her words. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. —I love you more than you’ll ever know, Ames. And I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe with me, always.—

Amelie leaned into him, her head resting against his chest as she let out a contented sigh. Despite the drunken haze, there was a calmness about her that made him feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

They stood there for a moment, the quiet of the villa wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Lando brushed a strand of hair from her face, smiling down at her as she slowly started to calm down, her breath evening out.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. —You're alright, Ames. I’ve got you, love. Just breathe, okay?—

She nodded slightly, the tipsy haze still lingering in her eyes, but there was something deeper there, something more grounded. She shifted in his arms, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

Amelie’s heart fluttered at his words. She pressed a kiss to his chest before resting her head back on him. —God, I’m so lucky to have you.—

Lando gently lifted her chin so she was looking at him again. He smiled warmly, his eyes full of affection. —And I’m the lucky one, Ames. Don’t ever forget that.—

She smiled back, her eyes starting to close as the alcohol finally started to take its toll. As much as she wanted to stay awake, the warmth of his embrace was just too comforting.

—Promise me we’ll never stop doing this... just being us...— she whispered, already drifting off.

Lando’s heart swelled at her words. He pressed another soft kiss to her forehead. —I promise, love. We’re in this forever.—

As Amelie fell asleep in his arms, her breathing soft and steady, Lando sat on the edge of the couch, her head resting against him. He watched her for a moment, his mind full of love and appreciation. No matter how chaotic the world around them could get, moments like this—quiet, intimate, and full of love—were everything he ever wanted. And with her, he had it all.

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ameliedayman: comment if u own a mega yacht

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landonorris: FIRST

landonorris: MEEE, I own a mega yacht... → ameliedayman: @landonorris Oh baby, I know you have one 😘

landonorris: Only thing bigger than my yacht is how much I’m obsessed with you 😏🔥

fan_88: Are you two ever not together? 😅

pietrapilao: Damn, those vacation vibes are NEXT LEVEL 😩 → ameliedayman: @pietrapilao Only the best for us, babe!

thisisrozzi: Stop making the rest of us look bad. How’s this even possible? 😩 → ameliedayman: @thisisrozzi GIRL LOOK AT YOU!!!

f1_wag69: Hotter than the sun. Literally. 😎🔥

fan_707: Okay, this is cute... but can we talk about how hot she looks? 🔥💯

alexandrasaintmleux: That beach glow is everything 😍 → ameliedayman: @alexandrasaintmleux love and miss you my girl!!

f1_wags_4ever: I see a lot of tension in these photos... 👀

f1fansupporter: I guess Lando is just a beach boy now. 😏

minniemills: @landonorris bro, can you fight? → landonorris: @minniemills YES I CAN

[emelinecormier]

When she sat down across from the other, Emmy hadn't been expecting any conversation, let alone the turn that the unexpected conversation had taken, delving into something that felt deeper than just toeing the line of fire, something more dangerous than possibly getting burned. Yet, there wasn't really any hesitancy in her answers, no nerves in her reactions. With the subscription no longer a secret between them, even though still directly unspoken, she felt like most of her cards were on the table and for once, she didn't feel like she wanted to bolt. "Nah." A breath of laughter left her nose, one short sound of amusement as she shook her head. "Amelie was never wrong."

And before Emmy had the chance to add that she was just too stubborn to ever admit that the late woman was always right, Verda called her out for just that, bringing a slight curve to the corner of her lips, tinted by the sad feeling as she realized that the other believed she'd run from whatever they'd been dancing around for the last few years in an effort to prove Amelie wrong. She ran her hand through her hair, stressing over the answer for a moment before she sighed and admitted, "Pretty sure it wasn't about proving her wrong as much as it was about deep seated abandonment issues. And maybe some guilt about my shitty choices." There was no getting over her childhood trauma of her mom leaving, but her therapist had done a pretty good job of working through it with her in the last few months. With the other's words, the curve of her lips fell and she knew exactly who Verda was talking about. Elise. More so, the said shitty decisions Emmy had managed to make with the other during her five seconds of fame. "All I'm doing is sitting in the same area as you in a very public coffee shop having a simple conversation while I'm avoiding the actual work I have to do. Doesn't have to be anything more than that."

Was it supposed to be so reassuring that Amelie had never given up on her? That in the end, she hadn't blamed Verda for running after things got impossibly tough? It hurt to know that the woman was gone; that the one person who had genuinely believed in the happiness they'd built together was no longer around as a reminder. "Do you think she was wrong?" It was a lack of judgement that left the question floating off her tongue and into the air between them. If she could have rewinded that very moment and kept it to herself, she would have. Unfortunately, she couldn't. "So, these past few years... was that your way of proving her wrong?" The back and forth; the push and pull. It was no longer a will they, won't they sort of thing, but more so of a when? Or was that simply wishful thinking from a woman who just didn't know how to let go? "I don't know what I'm supposed to think, but what I know is that I've been on the surprised side of things and I don't want to be the topic of someone else's concern. I hated tht person, I think I still might. I don't want to be her."

[savage-rhi]

“can’t believe i’m stuck here with you.” higgsxfragile... and thank you! I'm so glad you're back, omg <3 <3 <3

Thank you for having me. I appreciate you sending this in! :D

"I can't believe I'm stuck here with you." Fragile murmured. Bitterness in her tone as Higgs sighed. He scrunched his body up more. His hands are around his legs as he rests his chin on top of his knees. He could feel the sand bite into his clothing.

"Feeling's are mutual, and I hate you too." Higgs teased as a matter of fact. His dull eyes watching the grey waves caress over the sand. Nothing ever changed here. It was the same old dreary hell Amelie, Sam, and Fragile had banished him to after the final match. Resentment was a strong contender for how Higgs felt, having one of his former adversaries trapped with him. Nonetheless, the pang of guilt he somehow numbed away was beginning to resurface. 

"Were you always like this?" Fragile asked, turning her head to look at Higgs as she sat crisscross on the sand. The water from the ocean barely touching the soles of her shoes.

Higgs glared, keeping his gaze on the storm coming in. "You should have asked that the day you left me here." 

"You didn't give me a choice," Fragile said in her defense. "I had every intention of getting rid of you until--" Fragile closed her eyes, quickly turning her head away. 

There were many things Fragile never knew about her mother, Coffin. Knowing that she inadvertently helped turn Higgs into the monster he had become, was knowledge Fragile wished were lies from a terrorist. Everything Higgs confessed, the day Sam defeated him, changed how Fragile saw her mother. When Higgs had nothing to lose, that's when the truth came out and it stung. 

"At least your mama saw something in me--"

"You have no right to talk about her," Fragile interjected. Higgs's eyes briefly widened before he rolled them, glaring away from Fragile. 

"She was a good woman albeit stupid. Much like you." Higgs said. "And she wouldn't have wanted us to fight."

Fragile rose quickly. A silent rage blooming in her features as Higgs looked up. For a brief moment, he looked terrified. Nonetheless, he kept a hardened composure in his features though his body conveyed vulnerability. 

"Do you think she would have been fine with what you had done to me, to the world?" Fragile asked. "That you squandered all that she had taught you because you fell prey to your darkness? No, she'd see you as the scared little boy from way back when. Too frightened to look anyone in the eye because of what their father did." 

Higgs rose, his right arm up ready to strike Fragile down. His eyes were like dying embers. Filled with wrath but having no more wood to consume. He growled, then started walking away. The beach was endless and like a loop. Eventually, he'd go back to Fragile but for now, Higgs needed to get away. 

Fragile let out a breath she had no idea she had been holding in. Her eyes drifted towards the ocean. A gentle cold wind combing through her hair.

"I got to get out of here," Fragile whispered to herself.

On the other side, she was in a coma. The UCA doing everything they could to keep her alive.

[afraidofchange]

Ana previously suffered from Clinical Depression, diagnosed after losing her eye and her subsequent recovery. 

To say that the loss of her eye and related brain trauma was difficult was an understatement - Ana endured amnesia about who she was, where she came from, and the event surrounding her injury. Language barriers aside, it took months in the hospital in Poland before she was able to recount what exactly had happened that fateful day, seeing Amelie Lacroix in the sights of her rifle, hesitating, and nearly dying for it. Through being knocked off her proverbial pedestal of life, once confident and unstoppable, Ana felt this was a life-altering event.

After all, her team left her for dead, and she was fortunate to have been found before she bled out, and taken to hospital. For the year she spent in recovery, she needed to relearn finer motor functions and adjust to the loss of vision on her right side, including finding her balance and a loss of peripheral vision. Notably, she had cybernetic enhancements, courtesy of the Egyptian army (to give their snipers an advantage in taking out omnics during the war to protect their people). Since she was able to see hundreds of yards with ease without even scoping into her rifle, the loss of such an enhancement made regular vision in her left eye even harder to adjust to. 

For a long time, Ana was depressed in trying to understand the situation, her recovery, and figuring out her next steps, wandering the world as a ‘dead’ woman, not ready to resurface. Since then, her depression would no longer classify as ‘clinical’, but, like other mental illnesses, depression never really leaves you. 

Her lows affect her progress, continuing to haunt her choices of the past, especially regarding her upbringing of her daughter, Fareeha. It took her years to relearn how to shoot using her left eye, and finding the coordination and strength to do so. 

It has been seven years and counting since the initial shooting, and she still finds herself having highs and lows of depression that affects her, usually briefly, but at her lowest, she can often be triggered by seeing the scar, as a reminder. Even when she feels she’s perfectly content with it, the weight of her choices in life still linger, wondering what she could’ve done better, or rather, should’ve and can’t do it now. Ana’s failures are always in the back of her mind. 

That said, she is on anti-depressants, prescribed by a private physician in Cairo, who she knew from her days in the military. She doesn’t like to bring it up, even if it is a part of her, and does her best to remain positive, especially going forward and trying to help out Jack, as well as Cassidy form the new ‘overwatch’ with her daughter. It still affects her, but she takes it day by day.

[logically-asexual]

emotion.

what’s wrong with kagami’s ring? why did it bother adrien to see it? she has always worn it, why was he surprised to see it now?

…

im intrigued by amelie. first i thought that felix had only told her something like “oh the superheroes are going to come looking for me saying i did something bad to them! don’t believe them mom!” and then she totally believed him and hid him away. but a friend said that she took this moment as probably amelie knowing that felix did do something, maybe even know that he did steal a miraculous, but she thinks it’s not that big of a deal and that felix must be protected anyway. anyway i thought that she just lied to cover felix in that moment, but i didn’t expect her to arrive and insist once again that felix is missing. im intrigued what her and felix’s intentions are.

also amelie telling nathalie that there’s always a choice akfjslfjs and nathalie considering it akdjdkfjf pls nathalie… i believe in you… i believe you’re the key im sorry you’re in this position but you’re the only one who can take it and do the right thing. i don’t know what that is. but you’ll know. she’ll know she’s awesome i love her i believe in her.

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holy shit hold on is that felix??? he’s being very weird with kagami. that would explain that he knows something about kagami’s ring, since adrien doesn’t seem to have minded all this time. also he looks like felix. goodness what are you planning you little … akfjslfjs

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shit this is totally felix im scareeeed. marinette kagami…. please….. don’t fall for it 😭😭😭😭

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OH MY GOOOD

HE SPREAD HIS FEATHERS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM GOING TO DIE

also the costume is so cool i thought it was going to look like master fu’s when he was telling the story of feast but it’s not it’s so cool and scary god i can’t.

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WHATS GOING OON. what is this powereeerrrrr aaaaa

*i hadn’t understood it was a sentimonster. sorry i’m dumb.

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why is he protecting marinette? why didn’t he hurt kagami? what does he want with them??

and he SINGS??

HELLO?? no lucky charm?????? how??

i said in another reblog that k thoguht they would let me breathe for four episodes and then they didn’t. they only gave me two. damn.

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no way all felix wants is to free adrien. i mean. that’s so cute but also. he’s super evil? shouldn’t he be selfish included in that evilness? he doesn’t want something for himself?? feels a little anticlimactic but i guess i can believe it? i think? im not sure he never seems to put adrien first in his plans but i don’t know. he always seemed more motivated by hate for gabriel than love for adrien as far as i could tell. but hate for gabriel’s control of adrien is also hate for gabriel so i guess i could see the reasoning. im not sure.

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okay okay i get it, it’s not that selfless. he wants to be free too and he doesn’t want to be alone. also it’s cute that the reason he left kagami and marinette is to keep adrien’s friend group. now i wonder though if a post redemption felix could pair up with kagami. doesn’t sound so crazy after this episode? she wants a version of adrien but bolder and braver. sounds like what felix could be if he wasn’t a villain. and im getting the vibes that felix likes kagami?

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oh no félix crying on the roof 🥺

i genuinely thought that felix was going to be more heartless than gabriel. he certainly seemed more cunning. i didn’t expect to actually see him as .. as yet another broken hearted fourteen year old :( but yeah.. of course that’s what he is. now i feel bad about my judgement of him.

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OOOOH so his mom DOES KNOW. i was wrong and my friend was right. this will make her happy.

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now lila… should i learn from my mistakes and keep an open heart about her? see. this girl. she’s a bitch. i don’t know.

also. im like 99% she’s “the hawkmoth of the future” that they mentioned in time tagger. because they literally wonder who that might be and then the show cuts to alya and nino leaving lila babysitting chris. why would they add that scene if it has literally no other reason to be there other than bring attention to the fact that lila exists and is dangerous right after they’re talking about future hawkmoth no longer being gabriel.

so. i won’t trust her yet. and i will not trust that i will be ever able to trust her. or at least not in the near future.

live reactions to episodes 15 - 20 from miraculous season 5:

first. intuition.

WHAT the fuck. like. what the fuck. i saw that the summary said monarch was using second chance in this episode and thought “oh right that’s a very cool power. why hasn’t he been using it before?” and then the answer is that he WAS but it’s damaging him because the cataclysm keeps getting worse and ??? WHAT THE FUCK?? it’s all the way up to his neck?????

and nathalie said he must stop because his heart is damaged im losing my mind. and then he says what if nathalie uses it and uuh??? fuck you??????? god. good fucking lord. this fucking show what the fuck.

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okay im crying. nathalie… saying they both only got a few weeks……. i can’t. i can’t believe it. and then saying to use that time to make sure adrien has someone once they’re gone… this is so fucked yo guys this is so unfair i can’t handle it.

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gabriel you keep fucking NOT LISTENING to nathalie and you keep going absolutely INSANE please STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

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what does tsurugi want im so scared of her. why does she want the miraculous too? how will that work? do they think that they can just take turns making wishes?? do they know that the world literally ends and starts over???

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this show. is going to give me a heart attack. gabriel we get it you’re super evil now please stop 😭

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i can’t take it. adrien is calling for his dad. im. im gonna die. i can’t. he’s going to die and nathalie is going to die and im going to die and i. cant.

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in passion when gabriel threatened nathalie that neither of them had much time left i got scared but i didnt take it that seriously but now. now im freaked out. what the fuck. i already was freaking out about how the hell is all this going to get solved but things just keep. getting worse. im scared. im so so scared guys. i don’t want gabriel to die i don’t want anyone to die. please…..

[sassyduckqueen]

Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 67

Firstly, I am sorry this took so long to do but it's finished now and hopefully it is a good read. Anyway, this was really fun and hard to write but I enjoyed it. I tried to make it quite light hearted compared to the others I've wrote recently and this officially marks the Lukanette part of the story. Like i know these two blueberries have been dancing around each other for a while but now they are finally on the same page on each other's feelings. However, Anatis won't be telling Lady Noir about it and vice versa. The reason is because they could work out each other's identities. Anatis thinks if he tells her, she realize he's is Luka from it as he wouldn't want to be with anyone else then Marinette and Lady Noir is still Marinette so she figures that if she tells him, he realize that both her and Marinette had the same thing happen to them at the same time and from that, he realize they are the same person. So I will be working on the Halloween Special for the Specials section and Crescendo next so I'm pretty excited about them XD

Also I changed Heureux Fin's powers a bit. He has a dust that turns people into fairytale characters that makes them not worry as a side effect. It can also change objects and places into fairytale scenery. Fairytale can shape-shift into fairytale creatures aka a fairy, a shadow and a wolf. It can also produce a dust in it's fairy form that turns Adrien's friends into the lost kids, making them think they were always lost kids while forgetting who they really are. Their canon hero names are inspiration for their lost kid names. For example, Kim is just monkey as a lost boy. Another reason why I decided to give it that power is because Neverland has that effected on the characters in the book.

Oh and for the fairytale characters that the characters became check the end notes :)

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Chapter Sixty-Seven:  Heureux Fin

~Agreste Manor~

 "Thank you all for coming," Gabriel stated as he looked to his guests. Audrey and her husband were sat close to him on the right side of the tablet while Tomoe was sat next to him on the left. She was still gripping her cane. XY had come in place of his father and Amelie Graham de Vanily was sat opposite him. The only person who hadn't turned up was Alim Kubdel but this did not surprise him as Alim had walked away after the birth of his son. "As we all saw the temple of the miraculous has returned,"

 "Is that why you called us here, Gabriel?" Audrey asked, making him look at her as she glanced at her nails. "I already did my part for the order,"

 "Yes and your daughter was a wonderful contribution but now we must focus our efforts on the true goal of our organization," He stated, making almost all of them look at him. "Finding the mage's latest form,"

 "We have been looking for years," Tomoe replied. "We even hoped our own children would be him reborn and when it wasn't the case, we gave up or did you forget that?"

 "Of course, I remember that but I have reason to believe he must be here in Paris,"

 "Why on earth would the mage come here?" Amelie asked with disgust. "This rat hole is not worthy of his presence,"

 "Because of Hawkmoth," Gabriel stated, causing everyone to look at him. "Hawkmoth is currently misusing a miraculous and trying to steal more. It would make sense that this would draw the mage to Paris. In fact, I believe he might even be the one responsible for giving Anatis and Lady Noir their powers,"

 "So you're saying the mage has already been reborn?!" Amelie gasped, standing up. Gabriel nodded in reply. "Well, that simply won't do! How are we suppose to control him now?! He could be older then all of us,"

 "Relax, my dear. I have reason to be believe that he isn't that old," Gabriel replied, making her frown. "As for controlling him, there is plenty of ways to indoctrinate him into our way of thinking... as I'm sure Audrey will testify with her daughter,"

 "Yes, Zoe is doing wonderfully at her current school. By the time she is 18, she'll be a perfect fit to take over my position as both the Style Queen and Queen of the underworld," She smirked, looking at her nails. "Shame that Chloe is such a broken child though... however, I'm surprised none of you decided to put your child into the program,"

 "The Tsurugi family never let anyone dictate how they see the world," Tomoe declared, making Audrey frown deeply. "We are as elusive as the wind, as powerful as the flood, and as swift as lightning. We never let anyone rule our hearts or control us,"

 "Yet you're one of the most controlling parents here," Audrey pointed out, making Tomoe frown. "So much for not letting anyone control you,"

 "At least, my family understands honor," Tomoe retorted back. "Yours only understands money,"

 "You say that like it's a bad thing," Audrey laughed. "Money is power. We all know that,"

 Gabriel clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention.

 "As much as I would love to see this continue, let's focus on the subject at hand," Gabriel stated, making everyone look at him. It took a lot of mental strength for him not go to his secret garden and akumatize the room but having said that, they would make great akumas. He would even akumatize Amelie despite the fact that she was technically family. He cleared his mind of those thoughts as they began to talk about how to track down the mage's latest form and how they would take control of him. Of course, Gabriel had no intention of letting the others have him. No, he would take the mage for himself and akumatize him. He would be the perfect akuma to finally take down Anatis and Lady Noir. They wouldn't know what hit them.

~Feng's Hut~

 "Su Han used the wish?!" Luka gasped, pushing his fingers through his hair. "Why? Why did he do that? Why did he kill Toutai?"

 "Because he wanted the title," Feng replied, making Luka frown. "Su Han believed it was his destiny to become the Celestial guardian as soon as he found out about my existence but when Toutai was revealed to be my most recent incarnation, Su Han became jealous. That jealousy was left to fester and grew, turning into resentment as the years passed. It did not help that both were in love with the same woman,"

 "Mulan," Luka muttered, causing Feng to nod. 

 "When she chose Toutai, it added salt to an already infected wound and the resentment that Su Han had for Toutai turned into a cold, deep hatred," He stated, making Luka frown. "From that, things just got worst. Thanks to his hatred, Su Han fell victim to the dark spirit I mentioned. This dark spirit influenced him with promises of power and his 'rightful' destiny. He tried to get Su Han to murder Toutai but when he wouldn't, he suggested using the wish to claim what he called Su Han's destiny but as you know, the wish requires a price in return for what you wish. Su Han wished to be the celestial guardian and so Toutai lost the title but even with the title, it didn't change that Toutai was the rightful guardian. Su Han only wished to be have the title. He should have wished to have been born as my reincarnation but he did not. He thought just having the title was enough. He thought that he would become the best celestial guardian there was and that Mulan would rush to his side as his bride. Of course, she didn't rush to his side and stuck with Toutai. The two of them intended to leave and rebuild else where but the dark spirit whispered in Su Han's ear, making him believe they intended to usurp him. He made a special dagger and confronted them but he did not expect Toutai to challenge him for his betrayal. They got into a fight and as a result, Toutai was murdered and the dark spirit was freed,"

 "That's when he possessed Su Han," Luka stated, making Feng nod. "Tell me more about the dark spirit,"

 "His name is Simme. He was born of humanity's cruelty and feeds off negative emotions. Feelings such as anger, jealousy and resentment are what he is drawn t. He is also drawn to those who's hearts are darker then others. Just been around him will bring these negative emotions to the surface but it goes much far then that," Feng replied, making Luka frown. "Simme is what the kwamis call Móguǐ or Devil in your tongue. He inspired the stories of Lucifer, Satan and most devil figures in mythology and religion. He is a trickster and a deal maker but those deals never go the way people want them to. They only work in his favor,"

 "How did he get trapped?"

 "Another spirit fought him and trapped him in Jīngshén, an area in the spirit realm," He replied, making Luka nod before he frowned. "Luka?"

 "Wait... if he escaped from there and possessed Su Han at the temple..." Luka muttered as the color drained out of his face. "I restored the temple! That means he's back!!"

 "Yes and no," Feng replied, making Luka frown. "Simme is a spirit, meaning it is rather difficult for him to interact with the physical world so while he is technically back, he can only do so much right now, especially with the fact that his host is weak... but should there be an event that creates enough negative emotion or if he was able to find a dark soul and use it as a host, it could be enough to allow him to break through the spiritual barriers and manifest a form in the physical world,"

 "Great... wait what's a dark soul?" Luka asked, frowning.

 "It's a form of a pure soul but one that is born pure evil," Feng replied. "It is rare but what's even rarer is a light soul, which is one born pure good. You see most souls are a mix of good and bad. It's very rare for someone to be born pure evil or pure good,"

 "And I brought this thing back?!" Luka gasped, running his fingers through his hair. "I've made a huge mistake! I should have given up been Anatis and then-"

 "Simme would have returned regardless of your choice. Whoever defeated Feast and cast the miraculous cure would have brought him back," Feng replied, making Luka at him. "But regardless, this is what was meant to happen and your choice has been made. You are Anatis and Simme is free but that doesn't mean you are helpless against him. As my reincarnation, you can use a spell to trap him back in Jīngshén,"

 "Wait... I can?" Luka asked, making Feng nod. "How? I don't know magic... or at least not that type. Obviously, I know how to project my emotions... but casting spells... isn't that evil?"

 "No, a spell is neither good nor bad. It is the intention of the caster that makes it either," Feng replied, making Luka nod. "As for learning, I can teach you. Of course, you won't be able to cast that spell yet. It is a very powerful spell and you must first learn to channel magic, which is why we have the tests,"

 "Tests?" Luka asked, confused.

 "Yes, tests," Feng replied, making Luka raise an eyebrow. "These tests are required to prove you are worthy of magic as well as the title of Celestial guardian,"

 "Whoa, whoa... Celestial guardian?!" Luka gasped, making Feng chuckle. "I'm not celestial guardian material! I'm barely guardian material, Feng!"

 "Becoming a celestial guardian is your destiny, Luka," He explained, making Luka frown. "Think of it as you are my heir and I beg to differ. You have already ticked a number of the boxes to becoming a celestial guardian and passed one of the tests,"

 "I... have?" Luka asked, surprised.

 "Yes," Feng nodded. "You lead a team of heroes, you have the trust of a civilization, you restored hope, the kwamis you have met love and respect you and you are willing to fight for the right. As for the test, you passed the test of determination... my test... when you continued to fight, despite having a chance to walk away. Whether you see it or not, you're on the path of becoming the next celestial guardian,"

 "What do you mean your test?"

 "Each test comes from our different lives," Feng replied, making Luka frown a little. "Me and Khnurn came up with them after he showed determination in saving Egypt despite having a strong dislike towards most humans,"

 "...Why does he hate people?" Luka asked, making Feng sigh.

 "It is not really my place to save but let's just say for now that Khnurn has seen how cruel humans can be," Feng replied, causing Luka to frown. "He'll tell you in his own time but for now, let me explain more about the tests,"

 "Ok," Luka nodded. "Why is your test determination?"

 "It is what I represent," Feng replied, making Luka give him a confused look. "Hmm... how to explain this? Well, I guess you could say we're the closest thing to a spirit a human can be,"

 "Wait... that does mean we're not human?!" Luka gasped, concerned. Feng chuckled a little and shook his head.

 "No, we're still human... we're just part spirit too," He replied, making Luka frown. "Well, you know Kwamis are born from concepts and Renlings are born from values. Well, spirits are born from traits,"

 "Traits?" Luka echoed, making Feng nod. "I'm not sure I fully understand,"

 "Ok," Feng replied, making a thinking face. "Well, a good example is Simme and his opposite,"

 "His opposite?"

 "All things have an opposite, Luka. Where there is light, there is always shadow and where there is evil, there is also good. The world is of balance and Simme is no different," Feng replied, making Luka blink as he stopped talking and took a drag from a pipe. He rose an eyebrow as he was certain that Feng didn't have it a moment ago. However, he blew smoke out of his mouth and to Luka's surprise, it formed shapes that resembled men. He frowned as he watched them hurt and kill each other as a new form shaped. It resembled a snake with a grin. "Simme was born from the cruelty in the hearts of man and as a result, he can influence it,"

 Luka frowned as he watched the smoke snake whisper to the men, causing them to be cruel and evil but the smoke changed and showed a smoke person offering another food.

 "But where there is cruelty, there is also kindness," Feng replied as Luka watched. "Not all humans are evil or cruel. There are kind and it was from this kindness, Simme's opposite was born,"

 From the smoke people, a new shape formed but this one resembled a bird.

 "Finni, the spirit of kindness.... you met him during the mob boss situation. It was him who guided you to safety," He replied, making Luka blink. He did remember seeing a bird but he had no idea it was a spirit. "And it is him that we owe our long lives and immortality to. He is why we are part spirit,"

 The scene changed, showing a boy in a temple surrounded by others but what made them stand out was they didn't look solid. Instead, they appeared to transparent but the boy in the scene looked solid. Luka realized the boy was Feng.

 "I was born with the gift of foresight and I have always been able to see spirits..." He replied as the smoke changed. It now showed the boy but he was alone in the temple while others whispered to each other. Luka knew they were whispering about him. "Other humans believed I was mad. Even my parents. I never fitted in and the other children thought I was weird,"

 The scene changed to the boy, walking through a forest before he stumbled on the kwamis.

 "Then one day, I met Tikki and the other kwamis. I invited them to live with me, finding that I had more in common with them then other humans," Feng replied as the scene showed him laughing and playing with them. However, the scene changed to him trying to tell his mother something during a thunderstorm. "But then I had a vision of death and war,"

 The smoke changed to Feng talking to a girl in a village before it showed him running from her.

 "I tried to warn my family but they did not believe me so I ran away," He replied as the smoke showed him going deep into a forest and crying to himself. As he did, the grinning snake approached him. "That's where I met Simme. He tried to tempt me into using my gifts for evil but I refused him and found Finni,"

 The smoke showed an injured bird and Feng trying to heal him.

 "I tried to help and my kindness saved his life but he was still weak. I took him home with me and for a small amount of time, I was happy again but my vision haunted me and one day, it came to be," The smoke changed into a scene of carnage as a village been attacked by men on horses. Luka covered his mouth in shock as he watched Feng been cut down then attacked by Simme. Before he could kill him, Finni flew in and attacked Simme to protect his friend. He used his magic to banish him, sending the snake away and tried to heal the boy's wounds with his tears. When that wasn't enough, he possessed a nearby body and lifted Feng into his arms. The smoke changed and showed Finni's host taking a dying Feng back to their temple and to the other spirits who surrounded the dying boy. The other kwamis and Finni discussed something and then the scene showed them surrounding him and singing as Finni turned into a ball of light before it covered the area. When it disappeared, the smoke showed Feng sit up, alive. Finni had sacrificed himself to heal him.

 "That war drained Finni's power a lot and he used the last of it to merge his soul with mine and save my life," Feng explained, making Luka blink as the smoke showed Feng placing his hand where his heart was. "That was the moment I became the spirit of Determination. Up until the very end, I tried to warn my family of the attack and when Finni merged his soul with mine, it made me into a spirit... well, the closest thing to a spirit a human could be. That is why my test is the test of determination and each time I have been reborn, I became a new spirit with a new trait but the same soul. Each of my tests is based on those traits,"

 "What is my trait?" Luka asked, looking at Feng. "Did you know straight away?"

 "No... and I don't know what yours is either," Feng replied, making Luka frown. "But you will find out,"

 "Can I know what the other tests will be?" Luka asked, making Feng nod.

 "You will be tested on honesty, loyalty, courage and compassion," Feng replied, making Luka nod. "But I can not tell you when you'll be tested or how. Only that you will be and what their traits are,"

 "Four tests? That's it?" Luka asked, a little surprised. "What happens if I pass them? I mean I don't feel any different from passing yours..."

 "Oh, you are different since you passed mine. You're stronger and I know you felt it," Feng smiled, making Luka remember how he felt when he transformed after reclaiming his miraculous back. He had felt stronger. "As for rewards for passing, I can teach you how to farther your magic and how to channel mine. You also unlocked one of the locks,"

 "Locks?" Luka asked as Feng gestured towards the door of the hut, the one that never opens. "There's locks on it?"

 "Yes, five all together," Feng replied, making Luka blink. "One for each trait and once you have passed all of them, it will open the door, allowing you to join me and the others in Shangi-La both spiritual and physically,"

 "Ok... cool..." Luka muttered, not entirely sure how to feel. "I am here physically?"

 "No but this is still real," Feng replied, making Luka nod. "Anyway, do you understand spirits, our lives and the tests a bit better?"

 "A little... yeah..." Luka admitted. It kind of did make sense. He had to admit he was interested in learning how to channel magic. "So you can teach me to channel your magic? Does that mean I can have visions? And will that help with learning to cast spells? Also what spells can we do? Is it like Harry Potter? Do I need a wand?"

 "Luka, calm yourself," Feng stated, making him blink and grin in a sheepish manner. He did get a bit excited. "No, you don't need a wand. It isn't like Harry Potter. We can cast any spells but certain ones need certain things and power level so you'll be learning basic spells and yes, it will help with casting and you will be able to have visions but learning your own magic will help too and most things can be a spell. We just need to work out how you cast,"

 "Ok!" Luka grinned, making Feng smile. While part of him was kind of weary of it, a bigger part of him was excited. After all, he just got told he could do actual magic and it wasn't like Issac was in his life anymore. He didn't need to be afraid of been a witch plus Feng had explained that it was his intention that determined what the magic actually was so as long as his intention was good, his magic would be too and this was a chance to learn more about his empathy. "When can we begin?"

 "Now if you want," 

 "Yes!!"

 ~A Few Days Later~

 "Urg, I can't believe we're back at school," Alix groaned as a number of students walked back to the school grounds. Summer holidays were over now, meaning it was back to the humdrum routine of studying and akuma attacks but the children were back, heading to the school. Felix had returned from London and was talking to Aurora and Mireille while they waited for Jean to turn up. Nino and Alya were similar in the sense they were waiting for Adrien and Marinette. Nathaniel was already at the school and in the art room, discussing the new ideas for the comic that he and Marc came up with during the holidays. Marc was also there. Alix would have joined them but she wanted to wait for Kim and Max. Mylene and Ivan were stood with the others, waiting for Juleka, Rose and Luka. "Why couldn't the summer holidays last longer?!"

 "We had two months off, Alix," Max stated as he walked up to her, making her groan before she grinned. "How was your holiday... other then... you know?" 

 "History Keepers," Alix replied, rolling her eyes. "It's been fairly good. Dad's still embarrassing and Jalil is still a history geek. When's Kim gonna be here?"

 "Oh, he is currently stuck in traffic," Max replied, pushing up his glasses. "Mr Pigeon has been trying to get rid of cars. I'm surprised Alya isn't on the scene,"

 "Eh," Alya shrugged, making Nino snigger. "It's Mr Pigeon's 60th time as an akuma and it will be over soon anyway. No one wants to watch that,"

 As if on que, the miracle cure rushed throughout the city, fixing any issues the akuma had caused. The students grinned as they saw it before beginning to chat about the recent akumas and how Anatis and Lady Noir saved them. A few of them had been akumatized before going back to school. Nino had been one of them. He had been re-akumatized into the Bubbler as he wanted Summer to never end so he tried to get rid of the adults again to allow the summer holiday to continued. Fortunately, Anatis and Lady Noir had dealt with him pretty quickly. A few minutes after the cure had been cast, Juleka and Rose walked over, followed by Luka. At the same time, Marinette had rushed out of the bakery, holding a croissant in her mouth. She had ran over and hadn't seen Luka, who had been jogging to catch up with Rose and Juleka. The two of them knocked into each other and fell on the ground with Marinette landing on Luka. She jumped up and helped him up as he laughed it off.

 "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have looked where I was going!" She gushed, making him chuckle.

 "It's ok, Marinette," He replied, smiling before he pulled a face as a limo pulled up. "I was rushing too so I should have been more careful as well,"

 "Did I miss something?" Adrien asked as he climbed out, followed by Kagami. He smiled at her as he held her hand, making her smile back as she linked their fingers together. Instantly, Marinette cooed at their action, making both Adrien and Kagami blush a little. Alix laughed and moved her arm around Marinette.

 "Just Marinette and Luka falling for each other," She grinned, making both of them blush a little bit too. However, the mood soured as they heard the screech of none other then Lila Rossi. They all looked over as she waved at them before she walked up to them, instantly making a number of them feel uncomfortable.

 "Hi everyone!" She grinned before turning to Luka. "Hi, Luka! I'm so glad you decided to take the restraining order off me! I hope we can be friends,"

 "I didn't take it off. It was granted on a temporary basis and I'll be in court tomorrow afternoon to get it reinstated," He replied in a calm but cold voice. "So no, we won't be friends. Just because it is currently inactive doesn't mean you can come near me so I suggest you back off, Rossi,"

 Lila gave him a look before huffing and walking over to Alya.

 "Can you believe his attitude?" She asked, rather loudly. It was obviously to make Luka hear. He took a small breathe and ignored her, turning back to Marinette. "I just want to fix where we went wrong and he won't even give me a chance,"

 "Lila, you didn't exactly treat him nicely," Alya muttered, making Luka roll his eyes. It was more then that. "I mean you kissed him without his permission,"

 "I misread the situation!" Lila gasped.

 "Still..." Alya stated as Nino started to berate her, saying it wasn't cool to kiss people even if she thought it was but Marinette took Luka's hand and led him inside the school, making him smile a little as they walked over to the benches. They took a seat as he let out a sigh.

 "You ok?" She asked, making him nod. "How come the restraining order ran out?"

 "The court granted it on a temporary basis," He sighed, making her frown. "If the problem still occurs, we can get a fresh one which we'll be doing tomorrow. I asked if we could get it renewed before but apparently it needs to run out first and they review the case before granting a fresh one which can take up to two weeks to grant depending how bad the case is. There is a chance they won't grant a second one against her,"

 "They should," Marinette stated, taking his hand in hers as he looked at her. She gently moved his hair, causing him to close his eyes. "Are you sleeping ok? You look tired,"

 "Hmm... my nightmares aren't as bad," He muttered before a yawn escaped him. "But I'm not getting a lot of restful sleep. Music's been on my mind,"

 "Oh, you writing some new songs?" She asked, making him smile before he shook his head. "Oh?"

 "I've been practicing for that violin contest," He admitted, making her grin.

 "You're entering it?!" She gasped, clearly excited. "Wait but weren't auditions for it a couple of days ago?"

 "Yeah... I'm just waiting to find out if I got through to the next stage," He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn't even told his ma or Juleka that he had entered yet. He didn't want to disappoint them if he didn't get through. There had been a lot of entries for it and a lot of talent. Luka wasn't sure if he could get through to the next stage so he decided to keep quiet about it until he knew for certain. "I don't know if I'll get through and I don't want to disappoint anyone if I didn't so I figured I'd tell Ma, Juleka and you if I got through but I guess you know now... sorry for not mentioning it,"

 "Hey, it's ok," She smiled, making him smile back. "I get why but you're gonna get through to the next stage and blow those judges away!"

 "Thanks, Melody," He smiled as the first bell rang. "We better go to classes,"

 The two of them got up and walked over to the locker room as the other kids headed inside. Luka completely ignored Lila, who shoot a glare at him when she thought no one was watching before he put his stuff in his locker and grabbed what he needed for his class. Once that was done, he locked his locker and headed over to Marinette's locker as she put her things in and grabbed what she needed. The two of them left the locker room with their friends and headed upstairs to their classes.

 "See you at Lunch?" She asked, causing him to nod before she gently kissed his cheek, making him blush. He smiled dreamily at her as she waved to him before heading into her classroom. He turned and walked over to Mrs Mendeleiev's class as Aurora hooked her arm with his and grinned.

 "So you and Mari are an item?!" She grinned, clearly excited. He blushed a little. "Oh you are, aren't you?!"

 "W-We're taking it slow," He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Like we're not exclusively dating... just enjoying each other's company,"

 "Oh my gosh! You're courting her!" Aurora grinned, making him blush as she giggled before she leaded against him as they joined the rest of their class. "I'm so proud! Our Lu is a true gentleman!!"

 "Have you told her that you love her yet?" Mireille asked as Aurora let go of his arm and took her seat next to him. Luka rubbed his neck again. "You haven't, have you?"

 "I mean we're taking it slow..." He mused, looking to the side. "And I know she likes me but I'm still unsure if it's just because I'm her friend or more... I'm probably just a friend to her..."

 "More... it's definitely more," Marc stated, making everyone look at him. He was scribbling in his notebook but he looked up to address everyone. "She flutters to you like a bee to a flower... I would use a butterfly as an example but... akumas..."

 "It's not their fault," Luka pointed out, making everyone look at him. "Hawkmoth uses the butterflies, just like he uses people,"

 "Hmm... that is a good point," Marc smiled, writing something down. "Anyway, Marinette definitely likes you. She moves her hair, blushes and she also shows you her wrists and 'vulnerabilities'... which means she trusts you,"

 "Trust and liking someone isn't the same thing," Luka pointed out but he couldn't help the smile on his face. He liked that she trusts him. "Still... it's nice that she trusts me,"

 "She's also open with you, has a genuine look in her eye when she looks at you, she mirrors you a little bit and when you two talk, she leans towards you and acts like it is only the two of you in the world," Marc pointed out, making Luka blush. "All signs that at the very least, she has a crush on you,"

 "How do you know this?" Luka asked, making Marc blush a little as he begin to fidget. "Not that it's a bad thing... I'm just curious,"

 "I wanted to show that Lady Noir has feelings for Anatis in the comic so I researched body language for it plus it helps Nathaniel with expressions when he's drawing," Marc replied, playing with his hands. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line. I just think you should know that Marinette likes you a lot and definitely as more as a friend,"

 "No, it's cool," Luka smiled before looking down. "I just guess... I like that she might like me but I'm just Luka so I guess I don't really see why..."

 "Stop second guessing yourself, Couffaine," Felix stated, making everyone look at him. He was so quiet they had actually forgotten he was there. "Dupain-Cheng likes you. You like her so just date already,"

 "Felix! Be nice!" Aurora gasped, causing him to give her a cheeky grin before she turned to Luka. "But he's right. Oh, you should ask her out on an actual date and make sure she knows it's a date date!"

 "I don't know, Aurora..."

 ~Meanwhile in Miss Bustier's Class~

 "You look happy," Alya grinned, making Marinette jump a little as she had been day-dreaming about watching Luka playing violin. Alya grinned, making Marinette look at her. "So you finally asked Luka out on a real date?"

 "W-What?! No!" She blushed, covering her face with her hand. She wanted to but they were taking it slow. However, when she thought about it, she did want to been more then just what they were at the moment. She liked the idea of been his girlfriend. She liked the idea a lot. She really enjoyed going on their little dates and she had thought about kissing him a few times but hadn't done so because she wasn't sure if he wanted to. It seemed like he did but she didn't want to assume. She loved and respected him too much to do that. She looked up from her hands as Alya grinned at her. "I... I want to... but I'm not sure if he likes me like that. Like I know he likes me but I'm not sure if he likes me enough to want me to be his girlfriend,"

 "But you want to be his girlfriend?" Alya asked as Rose gushed, leaning against Juleka who gave Marinette a small but happy smile. Everyone knew she shipped what they had dubbed 'Lukanette'. Marinette slowly nodded. "Girl, you need to ask him out,"

 "I bet he would say yes!" Rose gushed, making Marinette blush even more.

 "Luka definitely likes you," Mylene agreed as Alix rolled her eyes.

 "I don't get the whole dating thing but you like him and he likes you then you should go for it," She added in, making Marinette smile. Even Chloe encouraged her in her own way. However, Lila kept to herself, digging her nails into her hands as she listened. She wanted to destroy Marinette and take everything from her but taking Luka from her will be really hard since he knows what she is like. Somehow, that freak had seen through her facade extremely quickly. Even Marinette hadn't seen through it straight away. It was only after Lila slipped up that Marinette had realized that she was lying and tried to expose her. As annoying as it was, Lila was partially glad because she couldn't stand the baker girl but she had to pretend to. Sure, she still had to pretend but before she couldn't do anything about it. Now, she could mess with her and that's exactly what she did. In fact, that's what she'll do. She might not be able to turn Luka onto her side but she could at the very least make Marinette asking him out impossible. Hell, Marinette or Luka might even get akumatized out of it. She could then claim that they hated her and it would be especially funny if Luka got akumatized. If it succeed, he would have to fight his friend for Hawkmoth and if it didn't... well, he'd be sick for a few days and out of her hair. She held back a smirk to herself as she pretended to listen to Miss Bustier. The day moved on and soon enough, it was lunch time. Marinette was getting her food and Lila was watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Seeing Marinette walking towards the lunch table, she tried to trip her up but much to her annoyance that failed so she moved onto the next plan. She tried to get Marinette to call her out by saying something clearly false. Instead, Alya told her she didn't need to lie again and Marinette ignored her. She didn't even notice Nino rolling his eyes. After a few more attempts, she saw Luka walking in with his friends and annoyingly enough, his expression lit up when he saw Marinette. It was so obvious he had feelings for her that it sickened her. However, she also noticed a number of students looking at him. A few girls were looking at him with a dreamy expression but a couple of guys were glaring at him. Lila smirked as she saw one of the boys who she knew had a crush on Marinette, not that she understood why. She didn't know his name either and it didn't matter but luckily enough, he looked like Adrien and most of the school knew Marinette had a crush on a boy with blonde hair and green eyes. She could use that to ruin Marinette's chances with Luka by getting this boy involved. She excused herself from the table, not that Nino or Alya noticed and walked over to the boy. He looked up at her with mild surprise.

 "Hi, I have a message from Marinette for you," She smiled, making him frown.

 "Um... what is it?" He asked, a little confused.

 "She asked me to tell you that she has a crush on you but is just too shy to ask you out," She stated, making him blink.

 "Uh... isn't she with Couffaine?" He asked, making Lila mentally smirk. She knew they weren't together.

 "Oh, no they're not actually dating," She stated, making him raise an eyebrow. "She sees him as a brother and really likes you,"

 "Right... but aren't you that liar?" He asked, making her frown. "Doesn't Marinette hate you?"

 "Look, I have an illness that makes me lie sometimes but I'm currently in therapy for it and it's helping so much," She replied, making him nod. "Besides, I don't lie about crushes and I want to make up for my behavior towards Marinette so I figured getting her with the guy she likes. Anyway, you should totally ask her out. I'm sure she'll say yes,"

 "Well... I do like her..." He admitted, making Lila smirk. Though she morphed it into a friendly grin. He got up and walked over to Marinette, who was chatting to Luka. Lila returned back to her seat, just as Alya looked up and the guy talked to Marinette. He frowned as she gently let him down and asked her why she got her friend to tell him otherwise. Marinette looked at him confused as he pointed out Lila. She frowned and apologized to him before she walked over.

 "Why did you tell that boy I like him?" She asked, crossing her arms. Lila gave her an innocent look.

 "Oh, I thought you did," She gasped, making Marinette grit her teeth. "I'm so sorry. I thought that's who you were talking about in class today when you were saying about having a crush on a boy called Luke was it? Or was it Luka?"

 Marinette's face went red as Lila gasped.

 "Oh, no! I must have got the names mixed up," She gasped in fake regret. "I hope I didn't embarrass you! I was just trying to help you out... I mean you suffered so badly with your crush on Adrien that I didn't want you to suffer in the same way with your new crush but I should have known it was Luka you were crushing on. I just hope you're not stalking him like you-"

 To everyone's surprise, Marinette slapped Lila across the face before storming out of the room. Lila held back a smirk but instantly started to cry. However, no one jumped to her defense. Instead, Luka rushed outside to check on Marinette and Alya leaned over to her as the rest of the room glared at her.

 "Lila, girl, I know you were trying to help but you shouldn't have done that," She gasped, making Lila frown. "Everyone knows that Marinette has a thing for Luka and moved on from her crush on Adrien. You didn't need to lie to get her to ask Luka out. We don't do those sort of plans anymore,"

 "O-oh, I thought it would be ok since you and the other girls have come up with plans like that before," Lila gasped, tears rolling down her face. "I didn't mean to embarrass her. I guess I deserved that slap..."

 "Damn right!" Alix growled as the class glared daggers at her.

 "I get it, Lila but Marinette was getting there," Alya replied, causing her to grip her fist. "It's not nice to reveal a crush like that and that poor guy... I get you were trying to encourage her but you shouldn't have told that other guy she liked him? What if he hadn't take no for answer?"

 "Oh, no! I didn't think of that,"

 "Yeah right," Nino muttered, making both Alya and Lila look at him in surprise. "It's clear you did all of that on purpose,"

 "W-what? No!" Lila gasped as Alya looked shocked. "Why would I?"

 "Because you hate Marinette and probably want Luka yourself," He pointed out, making her blink. She would have to be careful with Nino. "I mean all you do is lie. You lied to me about having a crush on Adrien, you framed Marinette and you lied about been friends with heroes,"

 "Babe, that's enough," Alya gasped, making him look at her. "I get she lied but she's trying to be better and she did it to help Marinette, right Lila?"

 "Of course," She lied, making Nino glare at her before he suddenly got up and walked off. Alya sighed and went to follow but Adrien stopped her.

 "I'll go talk to him," He stated before walking away. Alya nodded and sat down as Lila mentally frowned. Her plan didn't go the way she wanted but at least, she embarrassed Marinette enough to make it awkward with Luka.

 ~The Art Room~

 "Hey!" Adrien called out as Nino stormed in, slamming the door. He ran up to him and gently grabbed his arm. "Nino, calm down,"

 "How can I?" He asked before sitting down and taking off his cap as he ran his hand over his head. "I had to say something, dude. I wasn't there for Marinette when Lila caused her to become Princess Justice. I actually believed her until Anatis exposed her and then this whole thing Alya still believing in her. It nearly drove us apart and I keep telling her that Lila isn't a nice person and is lying to hurt people but Alya still wants to see the best in her and I love that because it's sweet but it's wasted on someone like Lila. She doesn't want to be nice! She didn't do that to make amends with Marinette. She did that to hurt her and Alya can't or doesn't want to see that. I love her but she is acting dumb around Lila!"

 "Whoa, it's ok, Nino," Adrien gasped, kneeling down as Nino tried to calm down. "I get it. You just want to look out for your friend and your girl. And someone like Lila is nasty but Alya has to realize that herself. You just need to be there for her when she does,"

 "... you're right, dude," Nino replied, nodding. "I'm sorry... I just... I just don't want Lila to destroy her faith in people but I also know she needs to realize Lila isn't the person she thinks she is,"

 "I know," Adrien stated, sitting next to him. "I wish I had realized sooner myself but if you want, I can try and talk to Alya bout Lila,"

 "That be cool," Nino sighed. "I wish I had known before Anatis exposed her. I can't believe it took that for me to see the truth,"

 "I know the feeling," Adrien sighed, looking down. "I never realized how damaging her lies could be before Anatis called her out... I really thought she was like a tabloid and that she was just doing it for attention but after he pointed out that she was hurting myself as well as others, I realized how damaging lies can be,"

 "Yeah," Nino replied before he suddenly looked up. "Wait... Anatis called her out in front of you?"

 "Y-Yeah, like a few hours before he exposed her online," Adrien replied. He was sure he had told Nino about that. "She had tried to claim she was a descendant of a superheroine and that Marinette had threatened her into blaming Chloe,"

 "Y-You knew before the rest of us?" Nino asked, making Adrien frown. "Did you know before Anatis called her out? She use to claim that she knew Aspik and Ryuko and you always seemed to ignore that..."

 "Well, I thought at first she was telling the truth but then she said something that I knew was a lie..." Adrien admitted, making Nino start at him. "I asked Nathalie about it and she just said to ignore her like a tabloid and that she would expose herself..."

 "You knew and you didn't think to warn us? Me?!" Nino gasped, surprising Adrien. "Did you not think that we wouldn't realize?!"

 "I honestly thought she would expose herself and I didn't think she would go so far," Adrien gasped as Nino looked at him with hurt, making him realize how wrong he had been. He should have exposed her straight away and he would if he could go back in time. "I'm sorry, Nino. I wish I had told you and the rest of the class. I could have saved everyone so much pain but I really thought she would expose herself and disappear like a tabloid paper,"

 "Well, she didn't!" Nino gasped, pinching his nose. "God, Adrien! This isn't a fairytale! Things don't just randomly fix themselves! You should have told us! I... I don't know how I can trust you anymore..."

 "Nino!" Adrien gasped, surprised but Nino walked out of the art room, causing Adrien to follow. "Nino, wait!"

 Nino ignored him and kept walking, failing to notice the akuma and amok heading towards him but Adrien did. He gasped and suddenly pushed him out of the way, causing Nino to turn around in anger.

 "What the- Adrien?" Nino gasped, feeling his anger melting away as he noticed Adrien gripping his head and stepping backwards towards the wall. A purple butterfly mask appeared around his eyes as he tried to fight off Hawkmoth's control. Nino gasped and reached out his hand as he realized that Adrien had taken an akuma meant for him. He gripped his shoulders as Adrien tried to fight off Hawkmoth's influence. "Adrien, dude! Fight him!"

 "I'm not going to listen to you!" He gasped before groaning. "I won't be one of your puppets, Hawkmoth!"

 "That's right, dude!" Nino gasped, trying to encourage him. "Think only positive thoughts! You've got this, Bro!"

 "I won't do evil for you!" Adrien gasped but his eyes widen as Hawkmoth spoke to him. Nino slowly let go as he remembered what it was like giving into him. Hawkmoth had a way with words that made it seem like the greatest idea of all time. No one could resist for long, even Adrien and both of them knew it as Adrien's arms fell limp to his side. A single tear slid down his cheek as he gave one last look of desperation towards his friend. "N-Nino... run..."

 "Adrien!" Nino gasped as the purple smog engulfed him and a small blue smog appeared next to him before it disappeared, revealing his akuma form. He actually didn't look much different or scary at all. His outfit had changed into a green tunic with leaves on his sleeves and he had matching green pants. Material shoes were on his feet and he had a dagger attached to his hip, along with a pan-flute. His hair was still blonde but it was messier in style and he had a green mask across his eyes. The only thing that he could see right now that was unusual was his ears that were now pointed. In fact, Adrien actually reminded Nino of Peter Pan. Nino stepped forward, unsure what to do but maybe he could find the akumatized item before Adrien did anything. He went to reach for him but Adrien snapped open his eyes, revealing that his scleras were now green and his irises  "A-Adrien?"

 "Not anymore," He replied, smiling as Nino stepped back in fear. Adrien took out a small bag and reached in it before taking his hand out and blowing the dust in Nino's face. His eyes rolled up into his head as he fell down onto the ground. A golden glow surrounded him as Adrien grinned. "Don't worry, Nino! You'll be seeing me soon... but first, I have a game to play! Come on, Fee!"

 He flew up into the air and laughed happily before he flew off with his sentimonster following him. 

 ~In the Courtyard~

 "Marinette!" Luka gasped as he rushed out of the canteen after her. He frowned as he looked around but he couldn't see so he took a small breathe and closed his eyes, listening for the familiar song. He picked up on it and luckily it was close by so he followed it, coming to one of the staircases. He stopped and looked underneath. Hugging her knees while sitting underneath it was Marinette. He crawled next to her and sat down, making her look up from her knees. Her eyes were bloodshot and her tears were tear-stained. Luka gave her a soft look before he opened his arms. Instantly, she crawled into them and wrapped her arms around his torso as he hugged her. "Are you ok?"

 "E-Embarrassed," She mumbled, looking up at him. "N-Not of my feelings for you but just how it came out... I don't make you uncomfortable, do I?"

 "No, you don't," He replied, moving part of her hair out of her face. "If you did, I would have told you already but I like been with you. Lila was just been a bitch because she is a black hearted coward,"

 "But... now you know I like you.." She mumbled, looking down as she pulled away. 

 "Well, I hope so... we have been going on dates with each other..."

 "Yeah but only like small dates. They're practically friend dates," She mumbled, pressing her fingers together as she still felt embarrassed. She really liked Luka but she hoped he liked her but they were probably just really close friends... even though she wanted to be more. She would love to be his girlfriend but there's no way he would like her that much, especially after Lila's stun. "Lila meant that I like you... like really like you... and I'm sure you don't like me. I mean I'm sure you like me enough to go on a few small time dates but I don't think you like me as more then that. We're just friends... right?" 

 "Marinette... I-"

 "Marinette! Luka!" Adrien's voice stated, causing Marinette to gasp and bring her hands to her face. Luka looked behind him as Adrien walked over. Before he could reach, Adrien suddenly blew a golden dust in his face, causing Luka to fall to the ground as he heard Marinette shout before he heard a thumb as well. He tried to look over and saw Marinette laying on the ground as Adrien grinned to him before he looked over at Luka. "Don't resist it, Luka! This is your happy ending!"

 Luka felt himself getting heavily before he fell into darkness...

 ~Hawkmoth's Lair~

 "Dusuu, fall my feathers," Mayura declared, turning back into Nathalie. As soon as she did, she felt dizzy and began to cough. Hawkmoth went to see if she was ok but to his surprise, she pushed him away. He gave her a puzzling look as he turned back into Gabriel. "I'm fine, sir... but why didn't you recall the akuma? Adrien-"

 "It would have been too suspicious," He replied, making her frown. "That friend of his is the boyfriend of the lady blogger. If he tells her then she'll publish it and it will end up in Anatis' hand which could lead him to find out that I am Hawkmoth. I have managed to keep his investigations at bay but that would only fuel his belief that he is correct,"

 "I see, Sir," Nathalie replied as they made their way back to the lift. It took them a few minutes but once they were back in his office, she took a glass of water and sat down. Gabriel frowned to himself as he began to work on designs while keeping an eye on the news. As soon as Anatis and Lady Noir were on the scene, he would transform back into Hawkmoth but right now, Heureux Fin was wreaking havoc across Paris so he might as well do some designs while observing the situation. It also gave Nathalie time to rest. He glanced over to the news as Heureux Fin burst into the news reporter. He transformed Alec into one of the ugly step-sisters and turned Nadja into a version of the boy who cried Wolf before he addressed the camera.

 "People of Paris! I am Heureux Fin, bringer of happiness! I invite all of your to the grandest ball in the whole of Paris, brought you to by me and to be hosted at Agreste Manor!!" He declared, making both Nathalie and Gabriel to stare at the screen before he grinned and flew out. 

 "Wait what?!" Nathalie gasped before the doors suddenly burst opened and Heureux Fin flew in landing on the table.

 "Father!" He declared, grinning as Gabriel stared at him. "We're having a grand ball and I've invited everyone in Paris!"

 "Absolutely not," Gabriel declared but he regretted it. As soon as the words left his mouth, Heureux Fin's expression turned dark and his sentimonster, Fairytale, transformed into his shadow before it wrapped around Gabriel, trapping him in place. Nathalie jumped up in shock as Heureux Fin walked across the table towards his father. "Adrien, stop- hmm!"

 The shadow covered his mouth.

 "I'm not Adrien anymore! I'm Heureux Fin!" He declared, taking out his bag of dust. "We're having a grand ball and all of Paris is going to come whenever you like it or not!"

 "Hmm!" He declared as Heureux Fin took a handful of dust and blew it in his face, causing his shadow to let go him as he fell to the floor and began to glow gold as well. Nathalie rushed over to the door but the shadow got there beforehand, causing her to back up from it. She felt a tap on her shoulder before she turned around. Heureux Fin was hovering right next to her.

 "Adr-" She started but he grinned and blew the dust in her face, causing her to collapse to the floor as well. Heureux Fin turned to his shadow and grinned. "Go and bring our Princess Charming. She can help us set up the ball with her skill!! Oh and why you're at it, spread this all over Paris,"

 The shadow grinned and nodded, turning back into it's fairy form before it took the pouch that Heureux Fin handed to it. He had already transformed those who he needed to. Now he just had to set up the ball. He was even willing to let the cat and the beetle come to the ball. Though he will take their miraculous from them before the clock strikes Midnight.

 ~Back to the School Yard~

 "Luka!" A voice echoed as he slowly came around. He slowly blinked and opened his eyes, causing him to notice that he was laid on the ground. He slowly sat up and looked around as he recognized his surroundings as the school yard. Tikki flew in front of him and let out a sigh of relief. "You're ok,"

 "What happened?" He asked as he looked around. He remembered been in the courtyard with Marinette. He was making sure she was ok after Lila pulled one of her tricks and was about to fully confess to her but then they got interrupted by Adrien, only he didn't look like himself. In fact, he looked like he had been akumatized. Luka's eyes widen as he looked around and saw Marinette was gone. "Where's Marinette?!"

 "She was taken by something that looked like a shadow," Tikki stated, making Luka look at her. "I think your friend was akumatized.."

 "We have to transform," He declared, standing up. "Tikki, sp-"

 "Luka!" Juleka's voice echoed, making him stop and turn to Tikki. He went to open his hoodie, only to find that his clothes had changed. His new outfit resembled the waiter outfit Marinette had made him but it was more ragged and wore out. He blinked before pointing to his hair which was messier then usual. Tikki got the idea and hid in his hair as Juleka rushed over to him. Like himself, she was wearing a different outfit too. She was wearing a white dress with a blood red overcoat, matching red shoes and a ruby and gold circlet. Her hair was her natural color, which like himself was raven brown, almost black and her lips were blood red. As soon as he saw her, he realized she was suppose to be Snow White. Following her was Rose, who was wearing a pink dress in a style similar to Juleka's. "Are you ok?!"

 "I'm alright," Luka admitted. "Just confused about the new outfit,"

 "Oh, Luka must be Cinderella!" Rose gasped before yawning. Of course, she would be sleeping beauty. "Sorry!"

 "What's that?" Juleka asked, making him frown and look down. She was pointing to a golden envelope on the floor, causing Luka to pick it up and opened it. "Well?"

 "It's an invite to a ball at Agreste Castle," He stated, making him frown before he read it out. "Citizens of Paris, I, Heureux Fin, am throwing the finest ball in all of Paris! Everyone from all walks off lives are invited so they find their happy ending and forever after! Even the beetle and his cat are invited as long as they promise not to cause a fuss and hand over their miraculous! The ball starts at 7pm tonight at Agreste Manor..."

 "That's in half an hour!" Rose gasped, making him blink as she yawned. "Sorry! I'm just really tired,"

 "No worries, Rose," He replied before continuing to read. "The Dresscode is Fairytale theme. Though that shouldn't be a problem for anyone in Paris..."

 Luka's eyes widen, along with Juleka's and before anyone could say anything else, the two of them had ran out of the school. They came to a stop as they looked around. There were a number of giant beanstalks, thorn bushes and trees, making them realize that Heureux Fin had transformed the city into something out of a fairytale. The Grand Paris hotel was now a huge castle, there was a number of smaller castles and huts around. To Luka's surprise, the bakery had been transformed into a tower. Luka rushed over and made his way inside, finding Tom and Sabine had been transformed into a king and queen. He wasn't sure what fairytale they were from but he was more concerned about Marinette. They looked up at him and rose an eyebrow at his outfit.

 "I see you got hit as well," Sabine sighed, making him nod. "Are you ok? You look pale, dear,"

 "Is Marinette here?" He asked, making the two shake their heads as they looked at him with worry. "She was with me at school but the akuma ambushed us and when I woke up, I was dressed like this and Marinette was gone,"

 "We can help you look for her," Sabine stated, lifting her dress a little and following him outside with Tom. Luka nodded and led them to where Juleka was. He frowned as he noticed she was staring. He followed her look, causing him to stare at the floating ship. For a second, he thought it was Guard-O-War again until he realized it resembled the Liberty. A rope was thrown down and Anarka swung down, making them look at her. She was wearing a red captain's coat, black pants and boots but the most interesting thing was her right hand was replaced with a hook. She grinned at them. 

 "Ahoy, Me Hearties!" She grinned as a crocodile jumped down and landed next to her. Weirdly enough, they could hear ticking coming from it. "I see that scallywag hit ye all with his cursed magic,"

 "I'm afraid so," Sabine answered as a puff of glitter appeared next to Anarka before it reformed into Penny. She was wearing a silvery suit, had fairy wings and was holding a wand. "Oh, Miss Penny, you look lovely,"

 "Thank you," Penny smiled before turning to the kids. "Everyone ok?"

 "Well, no one's hurt but we've all been turned into something out of a fairytale," Juleka muttered, gesturing towards the school where a giant version of Ivan stood. Luka rose an eyebrow as he smiled and waved at him. He waved back before turning to the others. "At least, Anatis will be able to fix this,"

 "Have you seen Marinette, Penny?" He asked, making her frown as she made a thoughtful face.

 "No but I have an idea where she might end up," She stated, making Luka raise an eyebrow. "At the ball. Everyone in Paris is invited and Marinette is friends with Adrien,"

 "She's also the class representative," Rose gasped before yawning again.

 "And she's the best at making parties and organizing things," Juleka pointed out, making Luka frown before his eyes widen.

 "You don't think Adrien has taken her to help set up the ball, do you?" He asked, making everyone look at him.

 "It makes sense," Penny stated, making him frown. "We should attend the party then,"

 "Aye!" Anarka grinned as Penny cast a critical eye towards Luka, making him blink. 

 "Something wrong?" He asked, making her look in his eyes.

 "Marinette would never forgive me if I let you go to a ball dressed in rags," She pointed, making him blink. "And since I've been turned into what is clearly the fairy godmother... it makes sense that I have the ability to do this,"

 She waved her wand at Luka, causing a silver mist to move around him, causing him to shield his face as it changed his outfit. Once it disappeared, he lowered them and looked at his new outfit. He was now wearing a light blue vest with dark blue detail and silver buttons with matching light blue pants. There was a blue ruffle tie around his neck and he had a light blue gloves on his hands that only covered part of his hands and middle fingers. His boots were a dark crystal blue and sparkled like they were made from glass. Over his shirt, he had a silver tailcoat with a small amount of frills on it. It felt like it was made from the finest silk there was and his hair had been tidied up but remained in his normal style.

"Ok, now you can definitely go to the ball," Penny grinned, clearly enjoying herself. Luka would have to find a way to sneak away from them at some point during the ball so he could transform into Anatis but at least this way he could get in there without been spotted. Now just to get there. Maybe he could get close enough to Adrien to find out where the akumatized item is.

 ~Agreste Castle~

 "Are you coming to the ball as well?" Luka asked as the ship came to a stop outside the castle. Penny looked over and shook her head as Anarka walked over and handed her a bottle of rum. "I'll take that as a no,"

 "Well, I am a pirate, Lad," Anarka grinned. "We'll just wait here until Anatis fixes everything. Now go have fun at the ball!"

 "Right," He smiled before Penny lowered a plank for them to walk. Juleka and Rose went first before Luka followed. He felt nervous as he walked through the gates with a number of other people that looked like something out of a fairytale. Once he had located Marinette and made sure she was fine, he would find a way to transform. While his mother was flying them to the castle, he took a moment to check on Tikki. Luckily, she hadn't been affected by the change of clothes but gushed over his outfit. She was now resting inside his jacket, waiting for him to find the perfect moment to transform. He hadn't seen anything on Lady Noir yet so he guessed she was in a similar situation to himself. He took a deep breathe and followed Juleka and Rose in. The ball room was the grandest room he had ever seen. It was clearly based on an enchanted forest and hundreds of people there including a number of his classmates. Luka rested his hands on the edge of the banister and kept himself hidden a little as he looked around and observed the room in his luck vision, noticing the amount of exits in the place before he turned his attention to the guests. Rose and Juleka had joined the others and started to dance but Luka was observing everyone. In the back of the room was two golden thrones. A woman dressed as a queen but with a pig's nose was sat one. Judging by the color of her hair, it was Gabriel's assistant Nathalie. He noticed a frog king sat next to her that looked a little bit moody and he suspected it had seen better days. Judging by the smirk on Nathalie's face when she looked at the frog, it was Gabriel. There were other fairytale themed characters to. A lot of the guests were transformed into one might reference to as stock characters such as royalty and witches but it seemed that Adrien's friends were themed around main characters from fairytales. There was a wooden puppet next to his maker, making Luka realize it was Max and Marvok as. Alya and Nino had been transformed into Beauty and the Beast only Alya was the beast. Kim resembled a mermaid and seemed to be holding something in his hand while he sat in a bathtub. That made Luka assume he was the Little Mermaid. Near him was Alix who was talking to Aurora. Both appeared to be characters from Alice in Wonderland. Alix was clearly the white rabbit and Aurora herself was Alice. They were also talking to Nathaniel, who was Red Riding Hood, Marc who looked like a warrior, Mireille... she was the blue fairy and Jean who was dressed as Aladdin. It took Luka a second but he realized Marc was Atreyu from the Neverending Story. He took a deep breathe as he looked over the remainder of the guests, hoping to find Marinette. The Bourgeois family were there. Audrey was the Queen of Hearts and Andre was the cowardly lion but Chloe was dressed in a beautiful dress that resembled a Swan. Clara Nightingale was nearby. She was dressed as Clara from the nutcracker by the looks of her dress and she was talking with Felix who resembled a pixie. In the far corner of the room was an old witch, which he realized was Lila. Luka wasn't surprised that she had been turned into that. He moved his eyes from her and scanned the rest of the room until his eyes landed on Marinette. She was dressed in a pink tail coat with a golden waist coat and matching pants. Her boots were dark brown and her hair was tied into a loose ponytail. She had a ruffle tie around her neck and a pink rose pinned into her hair. It was simple outfit but she looked very beautiful. However, she seemed to be look around. Her eyes moved over to where he was and a look of relief came onto her face as she saw him. A blush crept over his cheek as that look turned from relief to awe. She must have spotted his outfit. Alya was next to her and said something to her but she shook her head as Luka took a deep breathe and walked over to the staircase. He descended down them as Marinette pushed through the crowd, causing people to look at her as she moved over. 

 "Hi..." She smiled shyly as she met him at the bottom of the stairs. "You look amazing,"

 "T-thanks..." He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck as well. "You look beautiful,"

 "Really?" She asked, making him nod before she moved closer as if to inspect him. "I'm glad you're ok. I was really worried when I woke up and you weren't around. I thought Adrien had hurt you. He assured me that he didn't and that he needed my help to set up this. I was gonna post on the akuma alert app but Adrien seems harmless and the heroes haven't turned up yet,"

 "I know," Luka replied, nodding. "I think they might be stuck in their civilian forms and haven't had the chance to escape yet,"

 "That makes sense," Marinette replied, nodding before shrugging. "Oh, well,"

 Luka nodded in reply and looked around as the music changed. It was the same song they danced to at Chloe's party and in the moonlight. He had a feeling Adrien was behind the song choice. Marinette smiled as she looked around too before Luka cleared his throat nervously.He knew he should make some excuse to get away so he can transform but it would just seem odd to just sneak off. Besides, Adrien seemed harmless as an akuma and he could fix everything later. He should be able to enjoy himself, especially since he was with Marinette. 

 "W-Would you like to dance? It's our song... You know... never mind it's stu-"

 "Yes," She stated, making him look at her. "I would love to dance with you,"

 Luka broke into a smile as she grabbed his hand and lead him to the dance floor. The two of them moved together, ignoring everyone else as they just danced and zoned out into their own little world. Luka couldn't help but smile when Marinette leaned against him as they swayed. The more they danced, the more a fog seem to cloud their mind, making them forget as they continued to enjoy each other's company. Around them, the same thing seemed to be happening to everyone else. Nino, who wanted to talk to Adrien and apologize to him, decided he could just do it later. After all, he was having a good time and it was thanks to Adrien. The other guests were the same. Aurdey didn't care what people thought about her, Chloe was complimenting Sabrina and others and Marc wasn't hiding behind his hair. He was laughing and happy. Lila was talking happily to people as if she wasn't a malicious witch. Her lies and fake personality forgotten by both herself and everyone else. Even Gabriel had forgotten that he was Hawkmoth and that he was after the miraculous to bring back his wife. Instead, he was sat in Nathalie's hand as they danced, all of their worries forgotten. Luka smiled as he swayed with Marinette. His own worries lifting away and been forgotten as they danced. 

 "I love you..." He whispered, making her suddenly look up at him with surprise in her eyes. A blush crept over his face as she searched his features. A smile broke through as she looked at him as well.

 "I love you too," She stated, making him stare at her before he grinned like a love struck fool. She smiled back and gently leaned on her head against his shoulder again as they swayed. Luka smiled and pulled her a little closer to him as he rested his chin on top of her head before closing his eyes as they swayed on the spot with their friends grinning and whispering as they finally confessed their feelings for each other. However, their peace was short-lived as Heureux Fin flew in and landed on the stairs case, crowing as he did. 

 "Hello, Paris!!" He shouted, grinning before a fairy like creature flew over, trailing dust over everyone. "Let's get this party started!!"

 He laughed and flew up into the air as everyone cheered before the party kicked into a swing. Everyone laughed and danced without a single care as the castle shifted into a real forest. A huge roaring fire was created in the middle, causing everyone to dance wildly around it including Heureux Fin. It was like something out of a fairytale with wild fae and characters dancing around. Sure, it would be a mess in the morning but Luka couldn't bring himself to care. Just like everyone else, he knew Lady Noir and Anatis would fix it, even if the heroes hadn't turned up yet but that didn't matter. Now was the time to have fun. The music changed into a fast paced song, causing everyone to clap and dance faster as the evening went on. Song after song, played and Viper laughed as he spun around arm in arm with Ladybug but he suddenly stopped when he saw someone standing in the crowd, watching. He let go out of Marinette's arm as he stared towards the figure but Carapace knocked into him, making him look over.

 "Everyone ok, dude?" He asked as Viper blinked.

 "Oh, I thought I saw someone over there," He replied, looking over again but the person was gone. "Huh... guess they went away,"

 "Ah don't worry too much!" Carapace laughed, joining the party again as he howled and danced around the fire with Rena and the others. Frowning to himself, Viper glanced over to where the person had been. He felt like he knew that person and something had changed but he couldn't place his mind on it. He shrugged and turned around to dance again but something inside his mind niggled at him. Something felt wrong. Very wrong but he didn't know what it was. It just felt like he had forgotten something. He groaned a little as he felt his head ache and very slowly, the fog began to lift. It still wasn't clear what he had forgotten but it was definitely something. He moved to the side and sat down as he held his head. Ladybug moved over and leaned down in front of him. He looked up at her and frowned. Was she always dressed similar to Rena? For some reason, he was sure she was dressed as a princess before.

 "Hey, you ok?" She asked, making him look over. "You look pale,"

 "My head hurts," He replied, frowning. She frowned back and sat next to him, gently rubbing his back. "I feel like I've forgotten something important,"

 "Really?" She asked. "What do you think it is?"

 "I don't know," He replied, looking down. He frowned as he noticed his outfit had changed as well. Like Rena, Carapace and Ladybug, he was dressed in what he could only described as ragged clothing. He was in a teal green tunic with dark teal breeches and material shoes but he was certain he hadn't been wearing it before hand. He was sure he had been wearing something similar to Cinderella. That's what his fairy godmother put him in. Wait... not his fairy godmother but Penny! His eyes widen as he remembered her and his family. She had been transformed into the fairy godmother and his mother had been transformed into Captain Hook by an akuma. His eyes widen even more as he remembered Juleka and Rose. They were Snow White and Sleeping Beauty respectively and Marinette... Marinette had been Princess Charming. He glanced over and saw Rose and Juleka dancing by the fire. They were dancing as if there was no care in the world. He turned to look to Marinette, who was looked at him with worry and fear. He stood up as she watched him. "There's an akuma.. we have to get out of here,"

 "What's an akuma?" She asked, confused before gasping. "It is to do with that nasty pirate-"

 "Marinette, listen to me," He gasped, cupping her face. "Do you remember who your parents are?"

 "I don't have any, silly and my name is Ladybug," She giggled, making him frown. "We're the lost kids, remember? Part of Fin's crew. We never grow up and we get to play all the time. You know that, Viper,"

 "Viper?" He asked, frowning.

 "It's your name," She giggled, tapping the side of his head. "You came here with Tigress and Pigella,"

 "Tigress and Pigella?" He asked, causing her to point to Juleka and Rose. He frowned and shook his head before gently grabbing her shoulders. "Listen to me. None of this is real. It's the effect of the akuma,"

 "Viper, you're scar-"

 "My name isn't Viper, it's Luka," He gasped, making her frown. "And your name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Your parents are Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. You're 15 years old and a fashion designer..."

 "This game isn't funny, Viper,"

 "It's not a game," He gasped before he took a deep breathe. Something told him he needed to wake her up as well. "Remember what I said to you just before Kitty Section played live. You are an extraordinary girl, Marinette. Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody. You have been the song I hear in my head since we first met..."

 Recognition flowed into Marinette's eyes as the fog began to lift for her. She gasped and looked around, panicked.

 "Luka?" She gasped, making him let out a sigh of relief. "What happened? My mind feels foggy and confused,"

 "There's an akuma but I can't remember everything. I just know we need to get out now," He gasped, grabbing her hand and leading her away from the fire. Everyone else was having too much fun to notice. The farther they got away from the fire and the others, the clearer their minds got until they fully remembered everything including that they are heroes and that they needed a chance to escape and transform. Luka turned to Marinette, making her look at him. "I'm going to see if I can find Anatis. He might have been affected by the spell as well,"

 "Right," She nodded. "I should find Lady Noir as well,"

 He nodded before they were their separate ways. He slipped into the garden and hid behind a rose bush before letting Tikki out. He found her in his pocket asleep. He poked her and woke her up, making her yawn.

 "Luka?" She asked, making him slight in relief. "What happened?"

 "You feel asleep and I fell under the akuma's spell but now it's time to rewrite this story," He stated, making her nod before he swiped his earrings and transformed into Anatis. The rest of the fog completely cleared. He took out his yoyo and made his way back into the forest to fight Heureux Fin. He spun his yoyo when he came to the fire as all of the 'lost kids' looked at him with annoyed expressions. Heureux Fin got up from his throne and flew over, landing in front of him.

 "So you finally turned up, Bugboy," He declared, glaring at him as the lost kids sneered and shouted. "You know I'm just trying to let people have fun and helped everyone get their happy endings,"

 "By forcing them to forget who they are?" Anatis replied back, shaking his head. "That isn't how to help people... Adrien,"

 "My name is Heureux Fin!" He shouted back, taking to the air. "Besides, you can't catch me! Unlike me, you can't fly,"

 "He might not be able to fly but he isn't alone!" A voice shouted, causing Heureux Fin to look behind him as Lady Noir jumped on him. He managed to throw her off, causing her to land next to Anatis. "Got a plan?"

 "Not yet," He replied as Heureux Fin laughed and taunted them. "We need to ground him so we can find the akuma,"

 "Ok,"

 "You can't catch me!" Heureux Fin shouted before whistling. The fairy like creature flew over to him. "Fairytale, deal with this losers!"

 Fairytale turned into a giant wolf and landed on the ground, making Anatis and Lady Noir stare at it.

 "Great, he has a sentimonster," Lady Noir gasped as the wolf changed at her. She hit it with her baton as Anatis threw up his yoyo and summoned his lucky charm, which was a shoe and a sock. Anatis rose an eyebrow at it with confusion but before he could work it out, Heureux Fin tried to grab it off him. He jumped out of the way and stepped back, dropping the sock in the process. However, he was grabbed by the lost kids as Lady Noir was knocked back by the sentimonster. Anatis struggled against the lost kids as Heureux Fin flew over.

 "Now we can finally finding out who's behind that mask," He stated, reaching for his earrings. Anatis' luck vision kicked in, highlighting Heureux Fin himself, the shoe and the trees as a plan formed in his head.

 "None of this is real!" Anatis suddenly shouted, making Heureux Fin stop reaching for his earrings. "It's all a lie created by your powers. You're not Heureux Fin, you're Adrien Agreste! And this isn't a forest!"

 "You're lying!" Heureux Fin shouted but he lowered closer to the ground again, causing the lost kids to look at him with a little confusion. Seeing his chance, Anatis yanked him self free and threw the shoe, causing everyone to gasp it flew towards tree tops. Heureux Fin gasped and went to fly after it but Anatis stopped him, using his yoyo. The shoe hit the top, shattering one of the skylights before it fell down with shattered glass. The lost kids gasped and realization appeared in their eyes, causing Heureux Fin to realize. He fell down to the ground, allowing Anatis to recall his yoyo. Heureux Fin yelled out and charged at him but before he could hit, Lady Noir got the upper hand on the Sentimonster and threw it into him, causing it to fall on top of him before Anatis threw his yoyo, tying Heureux Fin and the Sentimonster to one of the trees with his yoyo. "Let me go!! Fairytale, atta- hmm!"

 To everyone's surprise, Nino shoved the lucky charm sock into Heureux Fin's mouth, cutting him off and causing Heureux Fin to look at him in surprise and slight betrayal.

 "I'm sorry, Adrien," He stated, taking the ring off and turning to Anatis, holding it out to him. "The akuma and the amok are in there. He took them to stop me from been the victim,"

 "Thank you, Nino," Anatis replied, taking the ring. "Kitten, would you mind?"

 "Cataclysm!" She called as he flipped the ring, tossing it towards her. She caught it and it rushed in her grip, causing the akuma and the amok to escape. Anatis recalled his yoyo, causing Heureux Fin to fall to his knees as Fairytale disappeared in blue smog before he threw out his yoyo and captured the akuma and the amok in it before releasing them. Lady Noir picked the shoe and handed it to him, causing him to smile as he took it. "Should I get the sock as well?"

 "The shoe will work fine," He replied before tossing it up in the air again. "Miraculous Ladybugs!!"

 The shoe burst into the cure and spreaded throughout the forest, getting rid of the trees and fire as it turned back into Agreste Manor. It washed over the party guests, turning them back to normal and restoring them to where they had been originally before bursting through the windows and spreading across Paris, turning it back into the city they loved. Heureux Fin turned back into Adrien and looked up confused as the heroes fist-bumped each other. Gabriel and Nathalie also looked around confused.

 "How did I get here?" He asked, confused before he noticed them. His eyes widen in realization and dread. "Oh, no! I was akumatized, wasn't I?"

 "Yes but I know you took it to stop Nino from been the akuma," Anatis stated, helping him to his feet as Adrien stammered an apology, "No need for an apology, Adrien,"

 "But I hurt people!" He gasped, making the heroes look at each other. "I did hurt people, didn't I?"

 "Adrien, you threw a massive party and turned people into fairytale characters," Lady Noir explained. "The most trouble you caused was causing them to forget their troubles. You didn't hurt anyone,"

 "But Nino... he must hate me," Adrien groaned, covering his face. Anatis frowned. "I... I should have never trusted Lila! All she does is hurt people and she upset my friend Marinette and Nino got upset with Alya because even though she told Lila off, she thought Lila was trying to help and fit in, just like I did. I offered to talk to her, to help her see the error of her ways like I did but in the process, Nino discovered I knew about Lila before anyone else and got upset that I didn't tell him like I should have!! I upset him and I saw an akuma coming for him! I couldn't let him down or fail to protect him again so I pushed him out of the way but the akuma and amok got in my ring and I tried to resist I swear. I-"

 "Adrien, calm down," Anatis stated, making him look at him. "Yes, you made a mistake with the whole Lila thing but that doesn't make you a bad friend. Talk to Nino and get him to help you with understanding social situations. None of this would have happened if you were taught how to interact with people your age and allowed to interact with them,"

 He shoot a look toward Gabriel, who looked at him with shock.

 "How dare you suggest that I'm the cause for this?!" Gabriel gasped. Anatis was ready to chew him out but to everyone's surprise, Nathalie stepped forward.

 "Anatis is actually correct, sir," She stated, making Gabriel look at her. "While his grades are excellent, he does lack in understanding normal social situations due to his isolated upbringing,"

 She turned to look at Anatis.

 "Which is we will work on," She stated, making him nod before she lead Adrien out, promising to get him some ice cream and to clear his schedule for a couple of days. Both Gabriel and Anatis stared in surprise as she lead him out before Gabriel turned to Anatis and held out his hand.

 "A thank you is in order," He stated as Anatis looked at it with distrust. "Is something wrong?"

 "I'm sure you saw how I call out a number of people for their behavior," He stated, making Gabriel retract his hand. "Well, you're heading to the top of the list, Mr Agreste. Adrien isn't some puppet or property. He is your son and if you keep going down this path you have chosen, you're gonna end up losing him forever,"

 "Is that a threat, Anatis?" Gabriel asked. He was certain the young hero didn't know he was Hawkmoth but he suspected the boy still suspected him. "Or a promise?"

 "Neither, Mr Agreste," He replied, making him raise an eyebrow. "It's a warning and if I were you, sir, I would heed it. Let's go, Kitten,"

 The two heroes walked out of the door, making Mr Agreste frown in a dark manner.

 "Soon enough, Anatis, I will crush you like the insect you are,"

 ~A Couple of Days Later~

 "So Adrien's schedule is been relaxed a little bit and he's asked me to help him to understand social ques," Nino explained as he and Marinette walked up to the school. "Though he won't be back in school for a couple of more days. Apparently, Nathalie is letting him have sweets and watch whatever he wants,"

 "That's good," Marinette replied before seeing Luka sat on one of the benches, listening to music. "Hey, would you mind going ahead? I need to do something,"

 "Sure thing, dudette," Nino smiled as he saw her looking at Luka. He grinned. "Go get him, tiger,"

 "Nino!" She gasped, blushing as he laughed and walked off. Licking her lips, she began to walk over. Since been restored, she hadn't had a chance to talk to Luka. She had tried to text him but he barely answered and she had a feeling is because of the party. She wasn't sure if it was the affect of Heureux Fin but Luka had said he loved her and she told him she loved him back. She did but she wasn't sure if he knew if she was been sincere. She had a feeling that he thought it was because of the effects of the akuma and in a way, she thought that might be the case as well. She stopped in front of him, making him jump a little and take out his headphones. "Hi..."

 "Hey," He stated, looking down at his hands. "Um... how is everything..."

 "G-Good," She mumbled, feeling her face heat up as he looked up at her. "How are you?"

 "I'm... good..." He muttered, though he didn't seem ok. In fact, he seemed surprised. Marinette rose an eyebrow. "I... I got through to the next stage for the music contest..."

 "Oh my gosh! That's great!" She gasped, going to hug him but she stopped and rubbed her neck, making him frown. "Sorry,"

 "It's fine," He replied, making her smile. "But are you ok?"

 "Um... actually, I wanted to talk to you about... the party and what you said..."

 "Oh god," He muttered, making her frown as he looked down in embarrassment. "Marinette, I am so sorry... I don't know what came over me with that. I know you don't like me in that way at all. I mean if you did, you probably would said already and you're out of my league anyway. I mean why on earth would a beautiful symphony like you want to be with a sour note like myself? You deserve better then me..."

 Marinette frowned as he looked down before a wave of clarity came over her. Luka didn't think she meant it but not because he didn't love her. He did but because he thought he wasn't good enough for her. 

 "Luka," She stated, making him look at him. "You're an idiot,"

 "That's mean, Melody," He stated, making her giggle "Why am I an idiot?"

 "Because I like you," She stated, making him blink at her in surprise. "I meant what I said during the party. You're amazing, funny, brave and creative. You mean everything to me and I'm so sorry it took me a while to realize it. I was so blinded by my crush on Adrien that I didn't even consider that someone else could be the one I want to be with but with you... there isn't any of that. Everything is so easy and simple with you. I don't feel like I have to be something I'm not. When I'm with you, I'm happy. Luka, I know I'm not perfect. I'm clumsy, stupid and I'm sure there's tons of girls that are way better then me but... I like you, Luka as more then a friend. I really like you and I..."

 She took a deep breathe.

 "I want to be your girlfriend," Luka's mind went completely blank as her words sank in. Marinette... liked him. Like actually liked him in the same way he liked her and she wanted to be his girlfriend. Marinette, the most beautiful girl in the world, wanted to be his girlfriend. He must be dreaming. There's no way this could be real but when he looked up at her, she was still there and he hadn't answered yet. He needed to say something before she thought he didn't like her. He opened his mouth as she looked down. taking his silence for rejection but before she could get up and leave, Luka gently took her hand, making her look at him. The way he was looking at her made her cheeks heat up.

 "I don't think you're clumsy or stupid. I actually think you're brilliant, beautiful and gifted," He stated, making her cheek heat up even more. "And there might be tons of other girls but they don't hold a candle to you. Marinette, I meant what I said when I said you were the song in my head. I still mean it and I always will. I... I love you..."

 "Luka..." She gasped, blushing. "I-Is that a yes to been my boyfriend then?"

 "Yes, it is," He smiled before blushing as well. "I-If you'll have me that is. I mean I'm not perfect and I'm certain gonna mess up but I love you and if you'll have me, I want to be your boyfriend..."

 "Yes, absolutely!" She gasped, making him blush. "Sorry, too much?"

 "N-No... I like your enthusiasm," He replied, causing her to squeak and throw her arms around him in a hug, making him chuckle and hug back as the bell rang. "We should go to class,"

 "Ok but meet me at lunch! I want to spend it with my boyfriend and hear about the contest! Ah, I can't believe I can say that!!" She grinned, making Luka smile back. Her song was louder then it had ever been. The second bell rang and she jumped. "Right! Gotta go!! See you at lunch!!"

 She blew a kiss at him before running off to her class, making him smile dreamily before he headed to his own lesson. He couldn't wait for lunch.

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Miss Bustier’s Class:

Marinette- Princess Charming/Ladybug Nino- Belle/Carapace Alya- The Beast/Rena Nathaniel- Little Red Riding Hood/Red Rose- Sleeping Beauty/Pigella Juleka- Snow White/Tigress Ivan- The BFG Mylene- Little Princess Max- Geppetto/Pegasus Marvok- Pinocchio Kim- The Little Mermaid/Monkey Alix- The White Rabbit/Bunny Sabrina- Rapunzel Chloe- The Ugly Ducking/Swan Princess/Bee Lila- The Evil Queen/Hag Miss Bustier- Mrs Darling

Mrs Mendeleiev's Class

Felix- Rumpstileskin/Chat Luka- Cinderella/Viper Kagami- Puss in Boots/Dragon Marc- Atreu (Neverending story)/Horns Aurora- Alice Liddle Mireille- Blue Fairy Jean- Aladdin Ondine- Thumbelina Mrs Mendeleiev- Unaffected

Other Characters:

Audrey Bourgeois- Queen of Hearts Andre Bourgeois- The Cowardly Lion Nathalie- The Pig-faced Princess Gabriel Agreste- The Frog King Anarka- Captain Hook (didn’t attend the party) Jagged- Tick-Tock  (didn’t attend the party) Clara Nightingale- Clara from Nutcracker Penny Rolling- Fairy Godmother (didn’t attend the party) Jean (Butler)- Knave of Hearts Mr Damocles- the Piped Piper Nadja Chamack-  The Woman who cried Wolf Gorilla-  The Hunchback of Notre-Dame Officer Roger- The Huntsman (didn’t attend the party) Master Fu- Wizard Of Oz (didn’t attend the party) Master Mila- Snow Queen  (didn’t attend the party) Tomoe- Mother Gothel (didn’t attend the party) Emile- The White Queen (didn’t attend the party)

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Next Chapter: Coming Soon

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17.02.22

Part 2

Ute: Did somebody call the hotel?

Easy: Yes, of course. But unfortunately, they’ve never arrived there

Conor: Tobias is trying to figure out if there have been any accidents on their route

Ute: But then surely one of them would have reached out to you already

Nika: If it happened somewhere in the mountains?

Conor: Guys, don’t assume the worst right away. Surely there is an explanation for everything

Nika: For example?

Conor: All of them are in a dead zone. Well?

Tobias: There has been no reporting of a coach accident anywhere on that route

Ute: At least that’s good news

Easy: It still doesn’t explain how an entire coach can suddenly disappear without a trace

Conor: Like I said, they probably had a breakdown and then needed to walk to a youth hostel in the middle of nowhere

Easy: And there is no landline one can phone from? Come on, they can imagine that we are worried for them. I’m certain they would have contacted us

Conor: Hey Robert, what’s up?

Robert: I’ve just picked up Amelie from school and then found Zoe and Noah in front of my door. Till didn’t pick up Noah and Zoe somehow can’t reach Mareike. Do you happen to know where those two are?

Conor: No, no idea. What is going on? First there is no sign from the travel group and now neither from my father and Mareike?

Robert: Conor, are you still there?

Conor: Yeah, I’ll call you back later. Now my father and Mareike have disappeared as well

Easy: What?

Ute: I’m beginning to understand nothing at all. Where do you wanna go?

Conor: I might have something. I’ll be back in a second

Eva: Bambi, hey

Bambi: What do you want, Eva?!

Eva: Please, don’t go crazy. She won’t do you any harm!

Bambi: Yes, she will! Because she is fucking insane!

Till: We are all on here target list, she doesn’t make any difference

Bambi: She wants to have her revenge and that’s exactly why she doesn’t make any difference! Please Fiona, Amelie needs her mother! Please Fiona, pick me! Choose me!

Fiona: Come on, get up! Interesting choice, aunt Sina. There is so many candidates who’d deserve it and who do you choose? The innocent bus driver

Sina: What do you gain by killing a human being?

Fiona: I want you to feel guilty for the rest of your life. You’ve allowed for my father to die

Sina: If I had known, I would have tried to prevent it from happening. Rolf was my brother. Why hasn’t he simply told us that he wanted to help you?

Fiona: You wouldn’t have believed him anyway! And you know that very well, so just shut up!

You have him on your conscience just as much as Till and the others

Mareike: All of this is insane

Fiona: Yes, maybe. Why don’t you say thank you to the family of your precious boyfriend?

They’ve always treated my father like crap!

Chris: Think about what you’re doing. Up to this point nothing severe has happened

Fiona: I did. For a very long, to be honest

Chris: Fiona, you don’t really want to-

Fiona: Don’t come any closer!

David: It’s ok

Fiona: Come on

Sina: Fiona, please. Fiona!

Translation @happyladybug93