#anyways it is a little irresponsible getting a new costume again so soon.. but. the vest i got a few years ago

[poptartmochi]

i am only ordering one corset today BUT...... Y'ALL...

look at this awooga yowza badump badump woowoowoo mfing corset.. this is the prettiest thing i've ever seen

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

You can’t possibly come in a T-rex costume to your own wedding

crackfic taken very seriously, pairing: saiouma, words: 1813

from orginal tags: Wedding Planing, how did it spiral down to that, Slice of Life, I should not have taken the wedding prompt, The Author Regrets Everything, except for the “do you ever wonder about...” but this is the part that you will hate

I don’t even know for what event I’ve made the T-rex trilogy anymore, but enjoy

No. No way. This is not an option. No. Stupid. He can't possibly be actually considering that. Momota must have been trying to prank him and he will not fall for that. His relationship with Shuichi is the one thing he can't afford to fuck up. This includes their wedding day, it has to be perfect, no foolishery that could destroy that, definitely not a T-rex costume. Not in a thousand years, even if he already had one and maybe deep down would want to wear it on big occasions instead of a boring suit, not on the wedding.

He had to admit it at least to himself. All of his life he's been a clown, never a serious person, there was a lot of dumb and irresponsible things he did just for the hell of it. That's the part of him that Momota knew, but there was more. Something he definitely wouldn't show in front of others. That is - he cared about Shuichi. A lot. It wasn't just some sort of fascination, they wouldn't be getting married if it was about curiosity or the looks, that could have been what initially brought them together. Now he couldn't imagine life without the other.

The years they spend together, it was already eight that they knew each other and five of dating. So much time is bound to change a person. Their beginings were... shaky, both of them had issues and they were still in high school at the time, so nobody believed they would last. But they learned from all the misunderstandings, fights and especially that one time when they techinically broke up, but made up soon after, if nothing else, then that incident surely taught them to communicate with each other. Therefore, what Momota was trying to tell him really didn't make sense. He was not only telling him that Shuichi was into dressing up as a dinosaur, he was telling him that he accidentaly discovered something Shuichi was hiding even from him and that it would be a good idea to use this knowledge to make a "nice" surprise for Shuichi and wear said costume to their wedding.

He took in a deep breath, whether Momota was serious or trying to prank him or whatever, he didn't have the strenght to think deeper into it, but at the same time he had to hold in the urge to punch that idiot. He thought that by know they were over their conflicts from school years or at least that Momota valued his friendship with Saihara enough to respect his relationship with Ouma, but apparently not. Doing something like this would obviously make him look like he wasn't serious about the marriage and most likely tear them apart and yet the astronaut had the gall to suggest him doing that. It was disrespectful to Shuichi's privacy (if it was true), too.

Masking his anger with a fake smile he promised to himself that he's going to hold on to that grudge, perhaps trash the guy's wedding when the time comes, assuming that he ends up having the balls to propose... it's more likely that Harukawa will, it was clear who's wearing pants in that relationship. For now, he told him that he'll "think about it" and that "it could be fun". Which, little did the spaceman know, was a code for "I'm gonna talk about it with Shuichi as soon as I can and avoid any and all unnecessary drama you could cause with this ploy."

Feeling mentally exhausted after Momota left he sat dawn on the couch and sighed. How was he going to approach the subject?

It could be said that Momota was always there, technically they all knew each other since the beginning of high school, but Kokichi was distant for the first two years while the other two became friends right away. It was obvious that Shuichi considered him a dear friend, it would be wrong to start with accusing the guy of having ill intent. It would be just cruel and unnecessery, they already had arguments about Ouma not mixing well with his boyfriend's friend group in the past, it resolved with an agreement that they don't have to like each other's friends, it's enough if they don't fight over them.

They both have their own judgement and free will, it's a part of trusting your partner to let them be and don't be forceful about who they should hang out with. Controlling behavior is such a big red flag and they were above that. Yeah, jealousy on his part and wanting people he cared about to get along on Shuichi's side started the argument, but what they did was talk it out. So yeah, implying that perhaps Momota wanted to sabotage their wedding was not an option. It would make him the asshole who made Shuichi choose between who's side to take.

He didn't want to accept that, but he knew what he had to do. Looks like his plans for the evening just got interesting.

Busy as a bee,it was usual for Saihara to come back late, but recently he was trying to come back home earlier, but the part that worried his soon to be husband that it was not to rest, did he ever? He was coming home to do more work related to wedding preparations or he was sneaking his real job in, Kokoichi was doing his best trying to stop the latter, knowing that this workaholic habit has to stop and made sure he had equal share of the first one. Actually, they tried to do most things together, when it came to the wedding it was of great importance to them for everything to be mutually agreed upon. They mastered the art of compromising a long time ago and knew their preferences well enough, which could cause people to wrongly assume it would be a piece of cake.

Bad wording. The thought of cake made him slightly nauseus. How many cakes you have to try before you pick one? How many places you have to see before you know which is the right one? How many designs of an invitation do you have to look throug before they make you choose between two nearly identical? What about decorations? Music? Having to learn the first dance? Panicking in the dressing room while trying on a suit, because you've seen the price and you don't deserve to wear it just as much as you don't deserve the love of your partner, but you can't stain this shit with tears and you start to doubt if the last five years was just a dream and you're gonna wake up being a teenager with nobody who'd care and acne again?

Do you ever wonder about those things?

Anyway. Shuichi coming home meant he had to get moving, today they had plans, they were going to visit his uncle to personally hand him the invitation. Good thing, that he lived close, but even better that not next door. Coming over for dinner was not a problem, but they had their privacy, it was perfect.

First though, he had to prepare a relaxing bath for Shuichi, he needs a break before continuing the day and won't give it to himself, so somebody else has. If the whole purpose wasn't for his fiance to rest, he'd gladly join him in it too, but maybe some other time.

Meeting partner's family seems to be the thing that always make people nervous, but reality is that after a while it becomes normal, it depends on how confident a person is, some people relax after making the first impression or maybe that just happens in books he read and it's normal to need more time like he did, but nonetheless it fades and eventually there's nothing to be nervous about, because at this point they'd either openly disapprove or started to treat you as a part of the family. For reasons unknown to him he got accepted and got called "son"which felt weird.

Today wasn't a typical visit, though, so a shred of familiar nervousness appeared. With how much of a big deal they did out of engagment everyone knew about them getting married, so technically it wasn't like they were breaking the news. Hell, he consulted with and asked for approval of Shuichi's uncle as the closest family he got before proposing. And yet it felt as if he was doing it for the second time. This time, thankfully there was Shuichi with him, it was always easier to face situations that challenged their insecurities together. Especially situations that stressed them both out, it boosted their protectiveness of each other and with the mutual support built they could face anything, even Shuichi's parents when they visited once. Speaking about them, they weren't invited.

He quickly realized that his worries were baseless, the man happily accepted the invitation and congratulated them, deep down he knew that he shouldn't expect any diffrent, but he still was relieved.

The rest of the evening passed in more relaxed atmosphere. They talked a bit more about details of the wedding and plans for the honeymoon - they were going to spend two weeks by the sea before coming back to the mundane life. During that conversation he managed to bring up the subject of costumes in a subtle way.

Casually, after taking a sip of his tea, he looked at Shuichi to see his reaction and dropped the bomb. "We could indulge in some untraditional aspects, for example apply a theme, some people pull that off pretty well, I've seen a couple get married on a boat with a Love Live theme or some others had everyone wear costumes and it was just stellar. Our is going to be rather small, roughly thirty people, so that would be doable."

He din't have to say that it's because there would be no one to come from his side as he's an orphan, it hung heavy in the air anyway, so he kept speaking to chase it away. It was impossible to tell if Shuichi's eyes widened because of the mention of costumes or at what his last sentence implied.

"It's just a random thought, since everything's decided by now and we kept it pretty simple, but it's such a special occasion that I understand wanting to have an extravagant wedding and even take said extravagance to another level, why not, it is once in a lifetime."

Shuichi didn't have any strong reaction to that and only asked if he's pointing at something in a tone that suggested nothing, it wasn't nervous at all and Shuichi sucked at hiding his emotions. The only possible conclusion was that he had no idea about the whole thing.

"Silly Shumai, I said it was a random thought, didn't I?"

[bisexualsforprompto]

Of Roommates and Red Heroes Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21526903/chapters/51315280#workskin

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Three- Of Thanksgiving Day and First Impressions

Jason had never been a big fan of family. Seemed all they did was let you down, his mom, his dad, even Bruce, who wasn’t really family. Maybe they shouldn’t be called family, from what Jason knew family was supposed to make you feel loved and comfortable. 

He never got that. 

Maybe he never would.

•~•Thursday, Nov. 28, 8am EST•~•

Marinette hummed quietly to herself as she finished the pie and put it in the refrigerator. She heard a groan coming from Jason’s room and the creaking of a door. Picking up the plate of pancakes she’d made for him earlier, Marinette walked over to a very dazed and tired Jason. 

“Hmm, what’s this?” He asked teasingly, poking at the pancakes. He took a seat at the table and Marinette sat opposite of him. Jason took a bite of pancake before devouring the whole piece. “You made this?!” He asked with his mouth full. 

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Marinette beamed picking up her fork. “You’re food is delicious Buttercup!” Jason said starting on his second hot cake.

“Thanks Jason, I haven’t baked in forever.” Silence fell on the table. 

“You know I’m always here...if you want to talk,” Jason said looking at Marinette who sat in solemn silence. 

“Thanks Jay, but I’m still not ready…” Jason nodded and started to eat his pancakes again. He knew nothing about her past, he could only assume her parents were dead, if he had to guess probably at the hands of that terrorist in Paris. That made his blood boil, when the Outlaws and Dick came for dinner he would be talking to them once Marinette was out of the room. 

“Anyway Buttercup, are you excited for tonight?” Marinette brought a smile back to her face, “Yeah! I’m excited to meet your friends!” Jason chuckled before taking his plate to the sink, “They’re excited to meet you too.” 

Marinette heard a small squeak coming from her room, Tikki. 

“What was that Buttercup?” Jason asked turning around. Marinette waved her hand, “Nothing, I was just...sneezing yep, sneezing.” Jason gave her an odd smile, “Okay then.”

“I’ll be right back,” Marinette said running to her room. Tikki flew off her bed, “Marinette, look!” She said motioning to her phone screen. It showed a crocodile man terrorizing the city, apparently Gotham’s vigilantes hadn’t shown up yet.

“Looks like it’s time for Ladybug to make her debut in Gotham, Tikki spots on!”

Jason was bored, Marinette was in her room for a while. He didn’t want to bother her, she might need alone time, so he turned on the TV in the living room.

“Killer Croc!” He exclaimed as he saw the news channel that turned on. Jason ran over to his room and took his Red Hood gear out of a duffel. Hopefully Marinette could manage while he was gone.

•~•Thursday, Nov. 28, 8:30am EST•~•

“It’s way too early for this,” Jason grumbled as he filled his guns with rubber bullets. He hopped on his motorbike behind the alleyway of the Outlaws headquarters. Starfire and Arsenal were busy, they were probably occupied, it being a holiday and everything, but Jason was confident he could handle it. 

Until he got there that was, it seemed Killer Croc had gotten some enhancements, he looked a lot more menacing than on the screen.

Red Hood pulled out his gun, but before he could shoot Killer Croc picked him up like he weighed nothing and slapped him into a nearby car. 

In a dazed stupor, Jason thought he was hallucinating when he saw a girl in a red mask and red spandex with brown highlights on the edges fly over him, swinging a yo-yo? If Jason wasn’t sure he was delusional, he was now. Still Red Hood picked himself up and prepared himself for round two.

But it hadn’t come, Jason looked up only to find the very same girl he thought he imagined kicking Killer Croc’s ass. Red Hood couldn’t believe his eyes, he ran over to the girl who was shielding herself with the yo-yo from earlier.

“Hey there Little Lady, ya new in town?” Red Hood winked (even though she couldn’t see it) and spoke with charm. The girl grimaced as she dodged another attack from Killer Croc.

“You could say that,” she said in an accent that sounded familiar and added a flirtatious giggle, but Jason couldn’t think straight to place the accent as her giggle got him very worked up, “What do you know about him?” She asked gesturing to Killer Croc.

“Killer Croc, metahuman. Most easy way to defeat him is using your wits,” Jason drilled. Bruce had done little pop quizzes like that before and Jason couldn’t shake the habit of reciting.

“Hmmm, this should come in handy then,” the mysterious girl said. “What are you talking about little lady?” Jason teased as the girl threw her yo-yo in the air.

“Lucky charm!” A red and black spotted can of shaving cream appeared. Jason was confused on how it appeared, of course, but mostly because she seemed like it would help her win.

“Ummmm Little Lady, what exactly are you planning because I doubt Killer Croc wants to sh-“

The red spandex clad heroine thrust the can at Killer Croc, he reacted and caught it, making it explode.

Shaving cream went all over him and the hero beside Jason took the distraction to sweep Croc’s legs out from under him and tie him up with her yo-yo.

“Well played Little Lady, but I’ve got some questions. First, how do you expect that yo-yo to hold him?” Red Hood asked bracing for Killer Croc to break free at any moment.

“I have my talents,” the girl said before giving him a flirty wink. Jason turned as red as his mask and he was so glad she couldn’t see him, ‘is it weird if that’s kinda hot?’ Jason thought to himself as he examined the badass heroine who’d taken Killer Croc down with nothing but a shaving cream can, a yo-yo and her wits. Jason wasn’t going to lie, she was extremely attractive.

Her costume was scarlet red all over except for the tips of her arms and boots which were shaded brown, in the middle of her costume, just above her chest was an emblem that resembled wings. Her hair was cut in a short bob of blue hair with red tips at its ends. Her bluebell eyes were more than intoxicating. Jason almost drooled, he’d always had a thing for badass women in red.

Sirens broke him out of his fantasies, as soon as the police arrived and snapped meta power-dampening cuffs around him she swung her yo-yo up into the air until it landed on a nearby gargoyle.

Jason realized she was about to leave, “Wait!” Jason cried, but he heard a small beep and she gave him another flirty look before departing. ‘Who was that girl?’

•~•Thursday, Nov. 28, 8:35am EST•~•

Marinette didn’t arrive on the scene as fast as she wanted. It took her far too long to figure out where the attack was happening so she could have Kaaliki make a portal there. When she finally did she unified Tikki and Kaaliki to become Lady Voyage. 

Lady Voyage landed on top of a car, she swung her yo-yo as she assessed the threat. She flung herself over the car catching a glance at one of the heroes protecting Gotham, Red Hood. His good looks did throw her off, especially since she couldn’t even see his face but she didn’t let that phase her.

‘So you think he’s cute huh?’ Marinette heard Kaaliki giggle in her mind as Marinette threw a punch a the Croc themed villain.

‘Kaaliki!’ Tikki scolded while Marinette kicked the crocodile/man. She heard a groan come from behind her, just as she was getting frustrated that her hits had practically no effect. 

The man who’d shed seen earlier, Red Hood, came to her side. “Hey there Little Lady, ya new in town?” Marinette kept her eyes straight ahead on the target, solely because she had a job to do not because if she saw the antihero in his leather jacket and abs popping out of his shirt that she’d get too unfocused. “You could say that,” Marinette said while giggling seductively. She knew that she would never have the confidence to do that.

‘You’re welcome,’ Kaaliki said, they had taken over Marinette to flirt with the Red Hood. Because of course they did.

“What do you know about him?” Marinette asked pointing to the reptile man, hoping Red Hood would forget about her previous flirtation.

“Killer Croc, metahuman. Most easy way to defeat him is using your wits,” The man seemed to recite. Marinette didn’t mind though, the information would help her use her lucky charm.

“Hmmm, this should come in handy then,” Lady Voyage muttered to herself. “What are you talking about little lady?” Red Hood said teasingly.

‘Oh just you wait Lover Boy. He’s gonna be so surprised!’ Kaaliki laughed.

‘Kaaliki!’ Tikki scolded once more.

“Lucky charm!” Marinette called, producing a can of shaving cream. “Ummmm Little Lady, what exactly are you planning because I doubt Killer Croc wants to sh-“

Marinette smirked slyly as she saw the pieces click into place. She thrust the shaving cream at Killer Croc, hoping he’d react and catch it.

Sure enough, he did and shaving cream exploded all over the villain. Marinette tied him up after attacking while he was distracted. She smirked, ‘fast and easy.’

“Well played Little Lady, but I’ve got some questions. First, how do you expect that yo-yo to hold him?” Red Hood asked her sceptically.

“I have my talents,” Marinette winked, another flirt courtesy of Kaaliki. Lady Voyage heard the police sirens nearing the scene, so she decided to take her exit when the cops started to put cuffs on Killer Croc.

‘He’s totally checking you out!’ Kaaliki squealed excitedly in Marinette’s mind. Marinette forced back an eyeroll. 

‘Completely irresponsible! We could’ve been seriously hurt because you were focused on that boy Kaaliki!’ Tikki yelled. 

‘Aww come on, lighten up. I know Marinette thought he was a hunk, I was just helping her,’ Kaaliki’s answer received a sigh from Tikki. They laughed at Tikki and Marinette suddenly heard the beeping of her miraculous.

‘We better go,’ Tikki said exasperated.

Marinette threw her yo-yo into a nearby building. And ignored Red Hood’s “Wait!” As she brought herself back home, she only hoped Jason hadn’t gone looking for her and realized she was missing.

•~•Thursday, Nov. 28, 9am EST•~•

Marinette sighed as she got back into her room just as her transformation wore off. She quickly handed Tikki and Kaaliki some food she always kept in her purse for emergencies. Marinette hurried out to the living room to see Jason lounging on the couch, ‘hopefully he didn’t notice’ she thought. She sat next to him as he turned on the TV.

“Look, this is the Macy’s Day Parade, everyone looks forward to it.”

‘Phew he didn’t notice,’ Marinette breathed a sigh of relief.

“I can’t wait!” Marinette exclaimed, moving closer to Jason.

‘Phew she didn’t notice,’ Jason thought smiling at Marinette. He was still incredibly flustered by the mysterious, gorgeous new girl who joined him. Trying to push his thoughts of the girl away, he started to push a button on the remote.

Marinette picked something off the coffee table, “Hamlet? Didn’t take you for a lover of Shakespeare Jay.” She teased. Jason smirked, “What can I say, I’m a man of many talents.”

“You’re a man of something Alright,” she giggled playfully punched him in the arm. “Hey!” He said writhing in fake agony. “

Loud music from some broadway show by the looks of it, started to play while dancers did complicated choreography. Not really Jason’s thing, he was about to ask Marinette if she wanted to keep watching but when he turned to her she was enthralled with the screen, her eyes widened as she heard the English singers. Jason gave a soft smile, she was kind of adorable, but in a sisterly way of course. Marinette inadvertently leaned closer to him and Jason found himself doing the same.

He gravitated toward her, he always had, same with the girl he had met earlier. Same with Kor’i and Roy, who he couldn’t wait to see later, even Dick as much as he hated to admit it.

In that simple moment of watching TV. Just a simple action, that was minuscule in the grand scheme of things Jason had one thought,

‘This is family.’

[nerdypanda3126]

It’s Complicated - Ch. 3

Read on Ao3 Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 4

Pattern Making

She doesn’t know how long she’s been standing on her balcony, staring off into the night, but Tikki has floated up to perch next to her on the railing. She nuzzles at Marinette’s hand, which brings her back to the present.

Marinette shakes her head and turns to climb back into her bedroom. The night has gotten cold and he’s obviously not coming back any time soon. Tikki follows her through the skylight and Marinette latches it. She needs to get some sleep. But as she settles into her bed, pulling the blankets up over her and curling to her side, her mind is still reeling over the night’s events.

Chat has become a friend, and he visits when he’s lonely or if he needs a distraction from... something. She can't be sure what it is; he keeps a lot to himself. Which is a good thing, it really is. Out of the two of them, she would think he would be the irresponsible one and reveal his identity to someone he feels close to. But at least with Marinette he seems to be as stubborn about the identities as she is.

Clutching her pillow to her head, she thinks again about the chest in the corner of her room. She holds the Miracle Box now. Tikki’s told her that theoretically, she can revoke the identity rule if she wants to. She’s been stalling, weighing the pros and cons back and forth. So far her cons list is much longer, amplified by a haunting memory of Chat Blanc, his cataclysm activated, advancing towards her and calling her by her name. She shakes her head before the memory can take root. She doesn’t need to have any more nightmares. For now, until she figures things out, it’s best their identities stay hidden.

On the other hand, if she knows more about Chat, maybe she can help him by being his friend. He’s been coming to her house more often. She hadn’t had the chance to talk to him about whatever was on his mind tonight, but it usually ends up that way anyways. He’s good at distracting her, making her forget that he’s the one looking for distraction.

She replays their interaction in her head, looking for clues about why he might’ve run off. The first time he got upset was when he figured out her design was for Luka. And he hadn’t wanted to own up to knowing Luka. She recalls the way his brow furrowed when he first saw her sketch, the damning hearts fluttering around the edges.

“Hey, Tikki?” She sits up, letting the blankets pool in her lap. “Chat was acting weird tonight, right?”

The kwami floats up to be next to Marinette’s face. “I do think it was a little out of character for him.”

“Like everything was fine until I mentioned Luka, and then he went all quiet. He’s been that way with Ladybug before but only when…”

“Only when he’s jealous?” Tikki says. Marinette nods, glad that Tikki has caught on to her train of thought.

“But it wouldn’t make sense for him to be jealous of me, I mean, we’re friends. He’s in love with Ladybug.”

“Maybe he’s changed his mind?”

Marinette shakes her head. “He doesn’t have feelings for me. He’s told me that himself. But what about... Luka?”

She had always assumed, based on the targets of his flirting, that Chat was straight. She hadn’t even considered that he might be questioning. But from what she understands of his home life, his father is not an understanding person. Could that be what he’s been struggling with and trying to talk with her about?

She feels a small twinge of something in the pit of her stomach. Chat just told her he was in love with Ladybug not that long ago. Has he switched gears so easily, then? Is Luka just a new target for him? She shakes her head to get rid of that train of thought. It’s not like she has any claim on Chat, or on Luka for that matter. And she’s jumping to conclusions. Next time Chat comes to see her, she’ll have to pin him down and just ask him. No more distractions.

Tikki hasn’t answered her rhetorical question, probably to let her reason it out for herself. Now that Marinette has thought about it, though, the two boys start to circle around each other in her mind. She wonders what Chat’s song would sound like to Luka.

Luka’s music brings her thoughts back to the design she had been working on. Black. That’s what it needed. It needed to have black leather, with silver accents. Bright blue and pink and white worked in for Luka’s mask. The piping, like Chat’s costume. Where is her sketchbook?

She scrambles out of bed and down her ladder to her desk, barely making it to her desk chair before the ideas are flowing out of her and onto the paper. Tikki sleeps on her desk next to her as she gets absorbed in the new design. She might not sleep tonight, but it’ll be so worth it.

***

She’s been working feverishly on Luka’s jacket for the past few days. It’s finished. And just in time, too. She has just enough time to get ready and get over there before the concert starts. She runs her hand over her work. The piping had been the most challenging. She had twined the pink, blue, and white together before stitching it into the leather. There had been so many pieces. This has definitely been her biggest challenge so far. She hopes Luka likes it. She glances at the clock again. Is that really the time?

Tikki watches from the desk, munching happily on a cookie, as Marinette fumbles out of her desk chair to start getting ready. She catches a glimpse of the sketch that Chat had seen, still on her desk where he had left it. He hasn’t come back to visit. And Hawkmoth has been oddly quiet. She hasn’t seen him on either side of the mask since he ran away from her. She’s worried about him, and it’s weighing heavily on her mind. She hopes she can clear the air with him soon, but his visits are so unpredictable.

As she races around her room, pulling on her street clothes as quickly as she can, she thinks again that she should’ve invited Adrien to the concert tonight. She hasn’t really been fair to him lately. It’s not his fault, after all. He likes Kagami, and they’re perfect for each other. They’ll all be friends, and that’ll be fine. She’s fine. She ignores the way her heart beats just a little faster when she thinks about him. She should text Nino and ask if he’s already invited Adrien. She doesn’t trust herself to invite him to anything without being, well, the way she always is around him.

She tugs her hair into pigtails, tying her ribbons hastily, then dives for her phone. Gah! No time. She has to be there like five minutes ago. She just barely remembers to grab Luka’s jacket off her sewing machine and pauses to let Tikki zip into her purse before she bolts out the door.

***

When she steps onto the deck of the houseboat, everyone is already gathered around the stage. Rose and Juleka are off to one side, sharing their headphones and nodding along to something on Rose’s phone. New lyrics, maybe? Alya is spotting Nino on a ladder as he hangs the banners for Kitty Section. Mylène and Ivan are setting up the drums on the stage next to a keyboard.

Luka is kneeling off to the side, tweaking the sound system, his fingers flitting back and forth from his guitar to the amp, fiddling with the knobs one at a time. She almost hates to break his concentration. But she doesn’t have to. He hears her step up behind him and turns, resting his arms on the guitar in his lap, his intense focus melting into a reserved smile.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Alya slap Nino's calf to get his attention. She really wishes she didn’t have an audience for this. Luka is waiting patiently for her to say something.

“Hey, Luka. I, uh… I brought you something.” She thrusts the jacket at him before she can chicken out. Her heart is fluttering in her chest. She really hopes he likes it. He sets his guitar down on the stage and stands, taking the jacket from her in one smooth movement.

He runs his fingers lightly over the embroidery she had done on the back panel. She had hand stitched Kitty Section’s logo into the black leather to look like an iron-on patch. He weighs the jacket in his hands, stretching out the jersey sleeves to look at them. There are silver studs on the shoulders, subtly mimicking his current shoulder pads. She’s especially proud of the front. She had pieced together the black leather with the colored piping in between triangular panels. The effect she had created was sort of a mosaic, the color just breaking up the black here and there. She had made the sides out of jersey like the sleeves for comfort and stretch.

As Luka examines her work, she watches him carefully. He’s keeping his face even, like he always does. But his breath hitches when he gets around to the front. He traces the piping with his fingers, a smile finally breaking through his composure. He looks up at her through his hair, and she wills herself not to blush, holding her breath to hear his verdict.

“Marinette, this is… amazing. Can I try it on?”

She nods, not trusting herself to speak. He hands the jacket back to her briefly so he can strip off the hoodie he usually wears. Then he takes her jacket back and shrugs into it. She prays that she estimated his measurements correctly. There is some wiggle room with a jacket, and it doesn’t have to fit perfectly, but she really wants it to.

It falls onto his shoulders just as she pictured it would. He stretches the sleeves down and they’re the perfect length for him. And black looks really good on him, she thinks as she feels the blush creep up her cheeks. He twists, trying to see it on himself, and stretches his arms out before he looks at her again, lifting his eyebrows for her approval. She knows she’s grinning from ear to ear. He likes it. He really likes it.

“Oh, there’s a surprise in the hood,” she finally squeaks out, going around him to pull out the hidden mask. “When you have the hood up, the mask is attached here, so you can wear it on stage if you want, or just wear the hood by itself.” She pulls the sequined mask, attached by a sturdy strip of black elastic, out of the hood to show him, and he turns to look over his shoulder.

Her breath catches. She hadn’t noticed how close she had gotten to him, but she can see the small flecks of dark blue in his eyes. She can feel the happiness radiating out of him, even though he’s keeping his expression so carefully closed. He lays a hand over hers on his shoulder.

“Hey, guys, mind if we come aboard?”

She knows that voice. Her eyes travel over Luka’s shoulder. Adrien is standing on the stairs up to the deck.

And he’s leading Kagami by the hand.

And that’s fine. She’s fine. Everything’s fine.

***

@celestethegoddess

[foxydivaxx]

Bad Blood Chapter 1

Originally, this was meant to be connected to Young Justice: Demigods Arising but I have decided to tweak it a bit and make it the true Demigods Arising story of sorts. This is connected to the Osiris fic and whilst it is kinda Cassie-centric, it also focuses on other characters too. 

"Any news about Cassie?"

"Nah. No one has found her yet."

Tim sighs. It has been a month since Cassie disappeared after her humiliating defeat to Vanessa for the Wonder Girl title. Part of her regrets that decision to have said duel take place. She made that decision not considering what Cassie was going through then. The poor girl lost her then boyfriend Conner Kent and later got dumped by him. Sure, Conner returned but their relationship soon turned toxic to the point where the two engaged in a physical altercation in the School Hall that caused Cassie to get suspended for two weeks. As a result of this, Diana decided to punish her not taking into consideration Cassie’s physical and mental exhaustion at that point. According to Tatiana, Cassie overtrained herself and that led to Cassie’s humiliating defeat.

And now it is too late, Cassie has gone and would never return and if she ever returns, the girl would have joined the Dark Side which should not surprise anyone given her heritage and the negative influence of people like Ares. As if that wasn't bad enough, Cassie's younger twin sister Tatiana also followed suit. 

Adding more to the Cassie mystery is that she immediately deleted all her social media accounts on the same day as her defeat. That alone alarmed everyone as it is a well-known fact that Cassie loved taking selfies and playing around on social media and often talks to fans on there. But now that her presence is no longer felt, many began to panic, feeling that the poor girl might have committed suicide. This naturally led to the #JusticeForCassie campaign and #WonderWomanCancelled movement.

Please let Cassie not be dead.

Meanwhile in her room, Barbara was going through some files that she managed to dig up about HIVE case. So far she had managed to find some leads. Heck she can even say that she is far more competent and smarter than the entire Team as they are all a bunch of little kids. What was Batman thinking of putting little kids on a superhero team? Ok they are young kids, but they still could qualify for a wannabe superhero team since they all wear stupid outlandish costumes and use silly codenames, themselves and the so-called adults that call themselves Justice League. Seriously, what the fuck is that fucked up shit? Worst of the bunch as far as she is concerned is none other than Wonder Woman's little sidekick Cassie Sandsmark better known as Wonder Girl.

That girl is such a tragic trainwreck and a bitch. What did Tim and Conner ever see in her? What really pisses her off about the brat is that the girl reminds her of the stupid alien that Dick dated years ago. What was her name again? Oh yes Starfire. More like Hofire. Both of them are disgustingly beautiful. Starfire is a bit better because at least she can kick some ass. Cassie is completely useless that one forgets that she is supposed to be a fucking demigoddess yet someone like Damian can whoop her ass. She should even be able to go toe to toe with Supergirl and give her a nasty beatdown but nope, she gets her ass handed to her. Plus she dared to steal her Dickie from her.

Where did Diana find this child again? Oh yes, Diana did not find her instead the child fucking inserted herself into the Wonder Woman narrative just like Damian forced his way into the Robin title and never once earned nor deserved a single shit till recently. When will those brats learn? No wonder some people wished for Vanessa to take over as Wonder Girl. Ironically said girl is now Wonder Girl now how hilarious.

And alas, poor Cassie has disappeared and is nowhere to be seen. Well GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE! Barbara cackles evilly as she still plays around on her system.

Meanwhile at Gateway city, Tatiana was in her room with tears in her eyes whilst Donna comforts her. Cassie disappeared immediately after that defeat. One could understand why because that sort of defeat is very humiliating especially when the very girl that caused most of the unneeded drama in your life is responsible for it.

Making matters worse is the fact that many thought that Cassie was an irresponsible person and therefore unworthy to be Wonder Girl. This has been an ongoing debate for the past couple years. Sure Cassie has a temper but she can actually control said temper for the most part. The only reason that said rage has become more pronounced is as a result of Ares’ evil manipulation of his sister; something Diana and Zeus himself warned Cassie about. 

Cassie naturally took the bait since she had lost her powers during that time, not like anyone could blame her. Still the fact that many people bashed her for this, Diana included was horrible. Now after years of hypocrisy on the side of the heroes, no one should be surprised if Cassie suddenly and openly denounces them and exposes all their secrets or even goes all Superboy Prime on them or worse commit suicide.

Donna sighed. Sure Cassie has some shortcomings but Diana herself is a hypocrite, in fact everyone has been hypocritical when it comes to Cassie. A lot of the criticism being leveled upon the girl might as well be applied to other heroes as well like Conner or Tim for instance.

Ironically said hypocrisy has been thrown at Amon aka Osiris several times which is why said boy has distanced himself from the superhero community recently. Black Adam openly lambasted the League and everyone else for that and rightfully so. 

I hope you find happiness and peace Cassie. 

Just then Donna’s phone rings. She checks the phone and discovers that it is Kori calling her. She then answers the call. “Hi Kori.”

“Donna....you have to come down here quick!!”

A couple miles in New York, Cassie is standing on top of a rooftop, preparing to throw herself down and commit suicide. Now one would find it laughable since she is meant to be a demigoddess, until they realize one disturbing detailing: Cassie lost her powers yet again during the duel and has remained powerless ever since.

The rest of the Team bursts through the door. “CASSIE DON’T!!” Conner shouts. Cassie turns around with tears in her eyes. The others begin to feel guilty for making her feel that way.

“There is nothing left for me here. You have all made it clear that I do not belong here. So why waste my time when I can just elsewhere and find peace. Heck even Hell is more peaceful than here. I cannot stay with the gods because of they are going through their own drama and are killing each other anyway.” 

She takes a couple steps back. “Cassie I understand why you are mad at us and you have every right to hate us. But I want you to know that there are people that still love you regardless.” Kori says in the most gentle way possible.

It was at that moment that Cassie literally explodes. “LIES!! PURE UTTER LIES!! IF YOU ALL REALLY CARED, YOU WOULD HAVE ALLOWED ME TO PROPERLY EXPLAINED MYSELF!! YOU WOULD NOT HAVE ENCOURAGED TIM OR ANYONE TO BE ABUSIVE TO ME!!! YOU WOULD HAVE STOPPED BABS WHEN YOU SPREAD HER FILTHY GOSSIP ABOUT ME AND ALL OF YOU JOINED IN TO SLUTSHAME ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE!! YOU ARE AS BAD AS THE MEDIA!! PURE UTTER HYPOCRITES WHO ONLY CARE ABOUT HOOTING THEIR HORNS!! NOW I CAN SEE WHY PEOPLE LIKE JASON TURNED THEIR BACKS ON HUMANITY AND CHOSE TO DO HARDCORE JUSTICE!! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM THE VERY FOOLS WE HAVE BEEN FIGHTING FROM YEARS!!”

Everyone keeps quiet. Cassie clearly had been waiting for this moment and she has now gotten an audience. “Oh and speaking of failures, how many times have we been supposedly, not I used supposedly in quotation marks here because that shows how stupid you all are, were ahead of the bad guys only for them to outsmart us and somehow win?”

Dick and Kaldur exchange looks. “You know, had it not been for my father, I would have rotted in jail. Oh and special shoutout to the Black Adam family, the only family that ever truly cared about me. Plus of course Donna and Tatiana. The rest of you can go fuck yourselves and leave me be!!” She turns her back to them and ignores them as she walks over to the edge.

“Cassie wait...”

She stops and turns around as Vanessa walks in. “Cassie, listen I know you are mad. If you want to lash out. Take it out on me.” she says calmly, hands raised. Before anyone could say anything, Cassie stomps towards her so-called rival and aims a punch at Vanessa who does nothing to stop her.

Fortunately for her, Cassie stops mid-punch and drops to her knees and begins to break down in tears. Vanessa bends down and hugs her predecessor. “Listen Cass. No matter what anyone else says, you will always be Wonder Girl. In fact you are way better than I am. I do not like the great divide that Diana has created. There are other ways this could have been done.” she says. Cassie simply sobs, feeling very bad for lashing out.

“I...I’m so sorry...”

Vanessa smiles softly. “You do not have to apologise. We are both victims in this. Besides, I told Diana that I quit.” Cassie stares at her in disbelief. ”You did not have to.”

“Yet I did.”

Cassie shakes her head. “No. You remain Wonder Girl.” Cassie then smiles. “Besides, you earned it anyways.” Vanessa giggles and hugs her back. Everyone heaves a sigh of relief.

Osiris who had just arrived makes a slow descent next to them. “Cass, I understand you hate everyone and whatnot but if you throw yourself down there, chances are you might end up worse than Todd the moment they choose to bring you back from the dead. Or if you choose down a dark path now, you might end up the way Adam did years ago.”

The girl simply nods. “ I might as well go clear my mind of things for a while.”

He comes closer to her. “You know, you could have simply asked and I would gladly take you home with me so that you can get some breathing space since quite frankly, you need some of that.’ She rolls her eyes. “Fine. Let’s go.’ She wraps her arms around his neck with him wrapping his arms aorund her securely and together they fly away.

“Wait....that was it?“ says Garfield, earning a smack across the head from Raven. “Oww!!” he grumbles. Tim meanwhile stares up at the sky with jealousy in his eyes which is funny considering his relationship with Stephanie. 

So she has choosen him hm? This whole shit was a setup to make that announcement.

[omgkatsudonplease]

I love when you do things like this! Song: Feelings by Hayley Kiyoko :-)

thanks! it’s always a good way for me to challenge myself and get my writing brain going again 🙏

the character anzwei kuhn is stolen wholesale from @exile-wrath! thanks pal

The Armistice Ball is a roaring success, which naturally means Viktor, Crown Prince of Neva and scion of the House of Nikiforov, wants to leave.

He supposes that it’s a bit cliche, sorta like all those Terran holofilms that Gosha likes to watch so much. A privileged little prince, hating the fact that he has it better than most of the people in the world. He should at least smile, and wave, and make nice with the people he needs to be nice to. But even that feels like it’s too much. 

Compliments slide off him like water as he wends his way through the crowd. People know him even through the mask on his face; they bow to him and say all sorts of pleasant nothings. The weather, how good he looks tonight, would he be interested in spending time with them later? 

“I have a pleasure ship docked at the spaceport, if Your Highness would like to see it,” an Allegrian purrs at him, looking up through her long, inky lashes. He can smell the musk of her scent: aggression, passion. Nevans have so many opinions and stereotypes about Alpha Allegrians, and he’s sure she’s quite lovely when she isn’t publicly broadcasting her availability to the entire planet. 

He makes his excuses, but he’s barely taken two steps away when he finds his path blocked by the Kerri delegation. The leader of the bunch sizes him up and down, their iridescent eyes shining enigmatically. Despite that, Viktor can sense much of the same feelings rolling off of them as from the Allegrian.

Sure enough, the Kerri in question then tilts their head, their antennae bobbing and pulsing in excitement. “Truly, it is an honour to meet you tonight, Prince Viktor,” they drawl, in a voice that reminds Viktor of a paper bag crumbling. “I’ve heard so much about you. Is it true that you could –” 

Viktor’s tempted to turn off his translator. He didn’t really need to know what people are saying about him on Kerr. But instead he smiles, shaking his head. “I have never heard of anything like that,” he replies, before sending a long-suffering look towards Yakov, his mentor and the Royal Advisor to the King. Yakov nods towards another cluster of foreign guests, so Viktor takes a breath and makes his excuses to the Kerri delegation.

“We are the Mandalans from the Neva-Mandala Exchange Programme,” says the first person when Viktor draws closer. “And we are gratified that Your Highness has chosen to greet us personally.”

Viktor smiles. The Mandalans bow, one hand folded across their chests. He copies them as well as he can. 

“And I am gratified to receive your delegation this evening,” he replies. “May the Emperor rule for many more centuries.”

“May the Emperor rule,” agrees the first Mandalan. The others mutter stuff much to the same extent. 

“What are your names?” Viktor asks, curiously testing the emotional waters around them. As expected, all he runs up against is a blank, contrasting with the high-strung hysterical adoration or slippery political posturing from so many other guests. 

“Anzwei Kuhn,” says the first Mandalan. “And these are my colleagues, Cale Serfe and Seung-gil Lee.”

Viktor hums. “How are you enjoying Neva, then?”

“It has been satisfactory,” replies Anzwei. “The hospitality accorded to us at the University of Moyka is acceptable.”

Viktor isn’t sure if that’s a translation error, or if the Mandalans really intended to be such harsh graders of Nevan hospitality. The fact that he can’t discern their true emotions on the situation makes everything much harder. 

Nevertheless, he smiles, gesturing towards the rest of the ball. “Well, enjoy yourselves. If you have questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

At his next respite, he goes to seek out Yura. The younger prince is in avid conversation with a Beta Allegrian with dark hair and a surly expression; he glowers at Viktor as he draws closer. “You stink of neediness,” Yura bites out.

“You should greet more people than just old friends,” Viktor says, looking sidelong at the Beta Allegrian. “Otabek, right?”

“Yes,” says Yura. “He’s just told me about his new mediatorship.”

“Really? Congratulations.” Viktor nods at Otabek. “To whom?”

Yura’s expression grows pinched. “Leroy has mated,” he growls, with about as much disdain as if he’d just stepped in a glob of Eterian slime. 

“Oh, congratulations to them, too.” Viktor has no idea who Leroy is, but they’re probably an Allegrian, and Yuri probably hates their guts. He decides not to press the issue further, clapping the younger prince on the shoulder. “Anyway, I think I’m going to step out for a bit, so if you want to take over all of my duties, I’ll owe you –”

“Ugh, who’s caught your eye tonight?” mutters Yura. 

“I – that’s a gross exaggeration. I don’t always end up with –” Viktor sighs. If he can’t even defend his reputation from family, how can he hope to do it with strangers? “You know I don’t. You know. Bond-bond.”

“But you do temporary ones,” Yura points out. “Everyone’s seen those, splashed all over the tabloids the next morning.”

“Those aren’t real.” Viktor waves a hand. Could anyone really blame him for wanting to experience someone else’s emotions for a little while? To have the same intense point of unity without the sticky legalese of a permanent bond? No one could become the strongest empath in the galaxy – and the most talented one in Nevan history – without the accompanying hole inside them where their own feelings should be. 

“Not real, sure, but still. Just say someone’s caught your eye and go, already,” hisses Yura. Viktor squeezes his shoulder, then, with a little bracing twinge, before skipping off into the crowd. 

He’s just making his way past the fountain when he collides with someone, splashing blue wine down the front of his uniform. The person splutters, embarrassment flashing bright across his cheeks. Viktor’s heart does a double take.

They’re the most beautiful Terran he’s ever seen. A shock of dark hair over skin that glows warm like firelight, eyes that sparkle like topaz. For a moment, the world around them seems to go deathly silent, all other emotions fading into static. The clarity sends a shiver down his spine. 

He’d only ever read about these sorts of encounters before. Very few Nevans get to experience such perfect moments of clarity, but in the presence of another it takes on an intensely intimate meaning. Viktor can only distantly hear his own voice as he apologises to the Terran, who takes a step back, eyes widening. They say something about their drink, gesturing to their glass. Viktor tries to will his mind back to Neva to catch what they’re saying. 

“I’m so sorry,” the Terran says. Viktor is suddenly rocked by a bolt of their intense curiosity and attraction.

“I don’t mind,” he says. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to ruin this.” He bows to the Terran, smiling at the pink flush in their cheeks. He knew their blood was red, but to see it manifested so is honestly fascinating. “Your outfit is excellent, by the way. But did no one tell you it was a costume ball, not a strip club?”

The Terran bypasses pink and lands right on red, their hands coming up to cover the daring mesh panels on their flamboyantly-cut Nevan suit. “I’m going to murder Phichit,” they mumble. Viktor has no idea who Phichit is, but he suspects they’re going to need to explain why they’d decided to dress their friend in Nevan bondage gear pretty soon. 

“It’s really no matter,” he says. The Terran’s outfit may be a shade too scandalous for a royal ball, but he’s already seen worse ensembles out there. “As strip club outfits go, it’s positively classy.”

“I knew I should have covered up,” says the Terran, shaking their head. “I’m so sorry if I’ve offended your gaze or something. I’ll just –”

“No.” The word blurts out of Viktor before he realises it. “I mean – here.” He unclips his cape, a soft satin-and-fur affair that he only ever wears to formal events, and drapes it over the Terran’s shoulder. “Now you’re modest.”

“Thank you,” mumbles the Terran. “Remind me to murder my friend, too.”

“I’ll be sure to,” replies Viktor. “In the meantime, could I tempt you with a dance?”

He suspects that all the available cameras in the room are now trained on this moment, as the Terran nods and takes his hand. They head out into the other whirling couples, moving in time to the music. The cape flows rather fetchingly behind the Terran as they step together. 

“You know Nevan dances?” asks Viktor, quirking an eyebrow.

“I pick things up,” says the Terran. “My childhood dance instructor was well-travelled.”

Viktor beams. He’s wearing gloves to avoid scandalous touches, but even through the fabric he can sense some of the Terran’s emotions. Besides, they’re broadcasting most of it in their expressions – trepidation, nerves, with an undercurrent of excitement.

And some confusion. They don’t have any idea who Viktor is. 

Viktor wants to know more. “I don’t recall seeing you on the guest list,” he says. “Someone as attractive as yourself would be memorable.”

The Terran looks down, almost demure. “I’m not – I’m a companion,” they say. “My friend Phichit and I are companions for the crew of the Firebird?”

“Mila Babicheva!” Viktor had known Yuri was trying to lure her back home; he had no idea that it’d actually succeeded. “How is she?”

“She came here for a royal pardon. Would you happen to know Prince Yuri? Apparently he’s supposed to give it to her.”

“That’s irresponsible of him,” remarks Viktor. “He can’t just give out royal pardons to anyone.” 

The Terran freezes. “Wait, does that mean –”

“I know Prince Viktor could,” continues Viktor. “I think he could be persuaded, if you know what I mean.”

There’s a pause, and then the Terran’s brows knit adorably. “I’m… I’m not sure,” they manage. “I hear things about Prince Viktor.”

Viktor almost preens. Almost. “What have you heard?”

“He rejected all of the options the Royal Matchmaker provided for him,” parrots the Terran, almost like they’re quoting a Starboard post about how problematic the Crown Prince of Neva is. “Supposedly he’s some irrepressible playboy or something.” 

Viktor laughs. “If he’s a playboy, why would he need a matchmaker?”

“You’re the Nevan, you’d probably know better.” A pause, and then the Terran pauses, flushes hard. “I’m sorry, that was out of line. I mean. I guess it’s a bit strange?”

“You don’t seem to know much about Neva,” Viktor remarks. 

“I’m sorry!” pleads the Terran. “It’s my first time here; I’ve only ever seen pictures and heard stories from Mila. Please don’t arrest me!”

Viktor shakes his head, putting on his best fake-serious expression “We don’t do arrests on Neva. We just kill the offenders.” It’s a terrible joke, but seeing the Terran squirm is a little too entertaining. Still, after a moment he can’t handle it anymore and bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry, that was – we haven’t executed someone in over a standard century.”

“First time for everything,” replies the Terran grimly. Viktor chortles. 

“Well, to answer your question,” he begins, but then the song draws to an end. Viktor spies the door leading out onto the balcony and pulls the Terran there, his heart immeasurably light at how willing the Terran goes, curiosity oozing from their every pore. “The Royal Matchmaker designates candidates suitable for marriage into the Royal Family. However, Prince Viktor has frequently been spotted enjoying the company of other beings, flouting official fraternisation protocol.”

The Terran is silent about that for a moment, their hands skimming across the crystal railing of the balcony. The entire structure glimmers in the moons’ light; the planet’s rings hover just a couple degrees short of perpendicular to the horizon. 

“Why would he want to do that?” the Terran asks after a moment, looking up at Viktor through their lashes. Viktor finds it suddenly hard to breathe.

“Well, when they look so beautiful…” he trails off, swallowing. “I mean. I don’t know. Maybe he’s just really lonely.”

“Lonely?”

Viktor nods, slowly drawing off one glove. The Terran’s gaze rivet to his fingers, their eyes wide. “Well, he doesn’t like any of the prospective candidates, and he’s wondered for so long if maybe…”

His fingers are just bare centimeters from the sides of the Terran’s face. Everything grows hushed, as if the universe is holding its breath.

Viktor is barely aware of his own words. “Maybe the one who makes his world stop, the one who he’s destined to be with is not from Neva at all.” He’s feeling something – so many things – and for once he’s certain it’s not just the curiosity and attraction that rolls off the Terran in waves. It’s his own emotions, slowly bubbling to the tips of his fingers now breaths from the Terran’s skin.

The Terran tilts their head, unconsciously presenting their lips. Viktor knows that’s how they kiss, and in this bright, burning moment he wants to indulge the Terran in that custom, and perhaps plea for them to stay longer – 

And then there’s the sound of an explosion, and seconds later the bright crystal shrapnel of the glass ballroom comes flying at them. 

[elizaxspears]

Florist William/ Tattoo Artist Ronald or Game Store Clerk Ronald / Fine Tailored Suit Clerk William.

Hi anon! Sorry this took a bit to get too. Just now getting back into the swing of things. Hopefully this is what you were looking for! I had an idea for both, but decided to go for Game Store Clerk Ronald / Fine Tailored Suit Clerk William. Hopefully you enjoy it!

This day started out like any other day. Get up, eat, get to work and deal with a barrage of annoying customers. If he was lucky, his co-worker would take pity on him and deal with the customer complaints but those were only special days; days Ronald had yet to actually figure out what they were. Most days he wanted to hide in the back, but he sucked it up and did his job. He listened when he needed too and offered advice that mostly fell on deaf ears. The costumer was always right despite being complete wrong most of the time. Either way, Ronald powered through until his break.

When he took the job at the gaming shop, he was eager to share his love for all things gaming. The consoles, the games themselves, the merchandise, everything about them. In fact, he’d be the first to admit he didn’t exactly spend his paycheck wisely but he did have a rainy day account, so he wasn’t completely irresponsible.

He rang up the last customer before his anticipated break, his co-worker just exiting the back room. “Hey.” the tall blonde greeted, rubbing the back of his neck. “You got some restocking to do after your break.”

Ronald sighed, nodding. “Can do.” he closed the register and leaned against the counter. “So, I’m gonna go snag a coffee or somethin’. Want anythin’?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Nah. Any more coffee and I’m gonna crash.”

Ronald snorted, walking backward out of the store. “Right, be back soon.”

He had planned to make the short trip down to the small cafe just outside the mall, but as he passed the shop directly across from where he worked, a Fine Suit shop he really could care less about, he did a double take at the man fixing one of the suits in the display window. He’d never seen him there before, either in the store itself, coming or going.

In the midst of his staring, he had two older woman muttered loud enough for him to hear about him blocking the way. He shook his head, his feet unconsciously taking him closer to the store. When all he wanted was coffee, he was very tempted to enter such a high class place. Still, he was reluctant. He looked in the window again and the man was gone. Couldn’t see him anywhere in store either. If he was in the back, there wouldn’t be a point milling around until he came out to suddenly waltz right up and talk to him. That would probably give off a bad first impression. Thus, Ronald forced himself away from the shop, wanting his coffee more than ever.

As the day progressed, Ronald kept an active eye on the store across from theirs. None of the customers interested him, nor did the other employee he saw. He began to think the man he saw with raven black hair and gorgeous emerald eyes was just his imagination. “Hey, Ron. You okay? Haven’t seen ya this interested in somethin’ since the new console generations were announced.” his friend said, lightly tapping on his head.

Ronald smacked his hand away. “No, I’m fine. Just…I dunno. I guess I was just expectin’ to see someone is all.”

His friend followed his line of sight, seeing if he could find anyone that would have snagged his coworkers interest. “’s just a bunch of stuffy old men. You really interested in one of them?”

Ronald rolled his eyes. “Never mind.” he would have explained who he saw earlier, but he was now convinced he was only seeing things.

The next day, he’d all but forgotten about the emerald eyed man. He accepted the fact that he was just imagining such a handsome man and went about his day like normal. Only, just when he looked up to greet a customer paying for their game, he saw him. The man. He could just barely make him out through the display window, but he was there, more at the back this time, hanging up various suit jackets. From where he stood, he could see the man dressed in a fine black suit himself. “Excuse me? I’d like to buy this today.”

Ronald blinked, attention snapping back to the customer. “Ah, right! Sorry.”

Over his shoulder he could feel his co-worker, but did his best to ring up the customer, stuck at the till with the sudden line up. “So, see your dream guy again?” his friend asked when he was finally free.

Ronald huffed, unintentionally slamming the register shut. “Look, can you take over for me a bit early today?” when his friend made a face, he added, “and you owe me. I’ve done it a few times for you, so the least you can do is do it once for me, right?”

His friend sighed, more out of disdain then anything. “Yeah. Fine.”

Ronald pat him on the back as he passed, daring to cross the people heavy walkway from his work to the tailors. Unlike the rather welcoming atmosphere of the game shop, the suit shop felt stiff. The suits on display were well above his price range but when he felt the sleeve of one between his fingers, the fabric felt wonderfully soft. “Afternoon sir. May I help you find anything?”

It took everything he had not to jump at the sudden voice behind him. Spinning around, he blinked once when he found that silky, low, smooth voice belonged to the very man he’d been drawn too. He looked even more handsome in person, this suit he was in fitting well to his tall, firm form. With his bangs brushed out of his eyes, gelled back and nothing on him looking wrinkled our out of place, Ronald felt under dressed. He might have just been wearing the given work uniform, but he still felt out of place compared to the man in front of him. “Sir?”

Ronald cleared his throat then offered his charming smile that everyone told him he had. “Hey.” he greeted. “I’m Ronald and I work just across from here,” he said, gesturing with his thumb to the Game Shop, “and I stopped by ‘cuz I’ve never seen you in here before.”

The glasses the man adjusted were sleek as well; black and grey, scratch free unlike his thick black frames. “I swapped positions with someone. I’ve only started yesterday here.”

“Oh, okay.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, swaying lightly on his heels. “So, you buy your suit from here or is it uniform?”

“Uniform. Working in such a place in casual wear would be unacceptable.”

“Ah. Well, looks good on ya.” he winked, grinning again.

The man just arched a perfect eyebrow. “Quite.” once more he adjusted his glasses. “Now, have you come to simply browse or do you need my assistance with anything?”

Ronald shrugged. “Neither. I just came by because I wanted t’ meet you.” he admitted.

The man stiffened immediately. “Why?”

“I just wanted to get to know you, is all.”

He began looking a little uncomfortable for some reason. “I’m seeing someone.”

Ronald felt his face fall. “Yeah? Well, not really surprised.” he forced out a laugh. “And, I wasn’t suggesting anything. Just thought, maybe we could be friends or somethin’.” of course he wanted quite the opposite of that, but he knew boundaries. Even if he was desperate, he would never suggest anyone go behind their partners back. “That’s okay, right?”

The man’s eyes narrowed, looking him up and down as if searching for an ulterior motive, but eventually he relented. “I suppose.”

“Great!” he looked at his watch. “Hey, my break is kinda in limbo right now, but maybe we could get coffee after work?”

“I have plans.” he walked past Ronald, “I apologize.”

And that was it. Ronald cocked his head to the side, watching him disappear into the back room.

It turned out, the man had many walls that he was unwilling to let fall so easily. It took a bit, but eventually, he got a name, William. He honestly didn’t expect anything less then such a dignified name when it came to the well dressed man. The only wall he had yet to get behind, was who William was seeing. Any, even a brief mention of dating, he would clam up and instantly change the subject. Ronald wasn’t one to push anything, but this felt odd. Nothing about it felt normal. He eventually found out why when he visited William on his break.

Behind the till he stood, staring down at his phone. The cold, cool, calculating look he found normal in those eyes took a backseat to the equivalent of hurt. Ronald held back, waiting to see if Willian needed him at the moment.

As he sighed and slipped his phone away, Ronald decided to make himself known. ”Hey,” he greeted, gently easing into it, “you okay?”

William nodded. “I’m fine. I’ve just been…well, to say the least, I’m no longer sharing my apartment.”

Ronald winced out of sympathy. “Over text too, huh?”

“Unfortunately but I cannot say I didn’t see this coming. I’ve felt something had been wrong for awhile now, I just was too afraid to address it. Seems all I did was delay the inevitable.” his fingers brushed back that stray strand of hair. “I asked if he needed any help moving his things, but his brother is helping him.”

Having gotten to know William personally over the months they’d been talking, he felt he was allowed to reach over and hug the older man. William went stiff, much like the first time they met, but eventually, those arms lifted up to returned the embrace. William squeezed him, resting his cheek against his ginger hair and Ronald couldn’t help inhaling deeply, the scent of whatever cologne William wore too tempting not to. “You’re way too good for them anyway.” Ronald said.

William held him tighter.

It had been a little over a year and a half now, since they developed this friendship. William was still obviously a little uncomfortable how friendly Ronald could be at times, but he never told Ronald he outright hated it. It was a good thing too as the more he spent with William, now more outside of their work, he began to realize the tiny crush he’d first had on the man had grown which lead to him afraid. He knew what he wanted but was William ready for something else? He never mentioned whoever broke up with him since the time in the shop, but that didn’t mean he was ready for another commitment.

As time continued to pass, Ronald made up his mind. He wasn’t one to shy away when it came to asking someone out, it just so happened this man made him actually feel something. Now, there was only one way he could think of doing this. After work, a little earlier than normal with another favour from his co-worker, he entered the suit shop. William was again, fixing the suits on the display from touchy customers who didn’t know how to put things back how they found them. “Hey!” he greeted cheerfully.

William glanced over his shoulder, a small smile gracing his thin lips. “Evening Ronald. Off early I see.”

“Yep! Pulled a few strings and here I am!” he leant against the wall next to William. “So, I kinda need a suit.”

William fully looked at him, brows drawn together. “Do you? For what occasion?”

“Well, I have this date comin’ up and I wanna look spiffy.”

William turned his head back to the suit he was still fiddling with. “I see. Well, follow me. I think I know one that would, ahem, suit, you.” Ronald snorted, following along after William to the back of the store. After browsing a few of them, William eventually set him up with a suit in his price range but also rather charming if he said so himself. “Where are you taking this date of yours?” William asked once they were at the till.

“It’s this nice Italian place that just opened up downtown. I’ve heard really good things about it so far, so I thought it’d be a good place for a first date.”

“A first date? I see you want to make a good first impression.”

“Eh, ’s not really a ‘first impression’. We’ve talked for a while, just finally decided to ask them out.”

“Mm.”

Once he paid for the suit and William said goodnight to the one other co-worker who hid away in the back most of the time, they exited the shop together, stopping just as they exited the front entrance of the mall. “Well, I hope you have fun tonight.” William said.

“Oh, I hope we will.” Ronald laughed. “So, when do you want me to pick you up? Or do you just wanna follow me home and we can go from there?”

The reaction William gave him made it very hard not to laugh. The look of pure shock on his face was priceless. “E-Excuse me? I must have heard you wrong. You…you aren’t…you aren’t seriously asking me on this date, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

William looked at a loss for words. He looked around as if there would be someone around that Ronald could have possibly been talking to, but it was just them. Him and Ronald, Ronald and him. He focused on Ronald again, staring him dead in the eyes. Part of him expected there to be some malicious intent in those charming pools, but all he found was quite the opposite. Care, warmth and, dare he say, love. Not even when he was seeing someone, had they ever looked at him like the way Ronald was looking at him now.

Without really thinking, he embraced Ronald like Ronald had to him, except this time, their lips connected. It wasn’t a heated kiss, nor was it even a proper kiss; it was sloppily and the position was a little awkward, but the intent behind it wasn’t lost. “I…” William began when he broke the kiss, embarrassed at his own actions. “I apologize.” he coughed into his hand once he pulled back. “I hadn’t meant—”

“Y’know, I usually save kisses until after the date, but I think I’ll make an exception for you.” Ronald breathed, a large smile on his lips, his eyes bright. “And that’s a yes then?”

William swallowed. “Indeed it is.”

Ronald held out his hand. “Great. I hope you like the place.”

William looked at the offered hand and took it, squeezing it affectionately. “Honestly, I’ll enjoy anything so long as I’m with you.”

[stelladea]

ZR Secret Santa!

Happy Holidays @crazyspookies! Have some Christmas-themed fluff. Set in Season 1 with no spoilers!

“Five, what the hell are you doing!?”

Sam’s voice reverberated in Runner Five’s ear as they pelted back toward the gates of Abel, a massive bag slung over their shoulder.

“Runner Five, this is a major security breach,” Janine added, her anger emanating through Five’s earpiece. “Going for a run without notifying any of us -- you are facing disciplinary action when you arrive.”

“Assuming Five outruns those zoms...” Sam growled. “Come on, Five, you’ve got a pack behind you clipping at a decent pace. Pick up that pace!”

Five sped up, breath coming in heavy gasps. The bag felt heavier and heavier by the moment, but they were determined not to let these specific supplies go. They had gone to too much trouble finding it all.

Another 200 meters in, and Five spotted the shining red beacon that was Abel’s comms shack. With a grunt, they ran faster, turning behind them to count the zoms still following behind.

“Raise the gates!” Sam cried, spotting Five.

The familiar sirens blared as Five skidded through the gates, the grasp of one zombie just brushing the back of their neck. The gate clanked shut behind them, and, unable to maintain balance, Five toppled over to the ground. The bag they had collected dropped beside them.

“Five!”

The comms shack door burst open, and Sam nearly tripped in his eagerness to reach Five.

“What the bloody hell did you-- why would you--” he spluttered indignantly.

Five smiled, stood, and brushed the dirt off themselves, slinging the massive bag over their shoulder again.

“What is that?” Sam asked, frowning. “Five, that was really dangerous. You really need to tell us when you’re going out for a run. You just disappeared, and none of us found you for hours-- and then, when we did manage to track you, you were in the middle of the forest with a dozen zoms breathing down your neck. How do you expect us to keep our runners safe if they just leave?”

“Not to mention, by themselves,” Janine said, still over the radio. Five glanced up at the comms shack and saw her formidable figure standing at the window, arms crossed and looking none too pleased. “I am going to have to report you for irresponsible behavior, Five. That was unacceptable.”

Five put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, gave Janine and apologetic little wave, and strode back toward the sleeping quarters. Janine might yell at them for a few days for this stunt, but Five was certain Janine would forgive them… eventually.

***

Five hadn’t been able to find presents for everyone. With Abel’s population growing at an alarming rate, it had only been logical to pick and choose who would be receiving Christmas presents. Five felt a little guilty about it, what would they have given to Molly and Ed anyway? A new motorcycle?

Five crept around Abel to different sleeping quarters, where the Abel residents were getting ready for bed. Some, thankfully, seemed to already be exchanging presents, so Five felt a little less guilty about not finding something for everyone.

Janine, Simon, Jody, Sam, Eugene, Jack, Sara, Maxine, and Sam all seemed a little perplexed when Five found them and beckoned them to follow. Most of them were already in pajamas, but went along to a little tent Five had constructed just for this occasion. Soon, everyone was crammed inside and looked around at one another.

“Five, if this is for mission planning, I must say that this is quite unorthodox--” Janine began, but Five held up a hand.

Silently, Five took out nine parcels, all wrapped a bit clumsily with newspaper, but looking fresh and clean all the same.

Simon’s eyes lit up. “Christmas presents? Aw, Five, you shouldn’t have.”

Five passed them out, one by one, and then waved to them with a signal to open them.

Jody gasped in delight as she ripped the newspaper off her long and slim gift. “New knitting needles! Oh, Five, that’s brilliant. Thank you so much!”

Jody and Five smiled at one another as everyone else unwrapped their gifts. Jack and Eugene both recieved replacement headsets for their radio show and wrapped Five in a massive bear hug.

“Protein powder?” Simon laughed, unwrapping his. “That’s just excellent. I was running out. How did you know?”

Five had managed to find a new stethoscope for Maxine and a hunting knife for Sara, and they both smiled broadly and showered Five with thanks.

When Sam opened up his own gift, he stared down at it for a moment and then looked up at Five. It was a plain orange hoodie -- nothing special about it, really, except that the inside was exceptionally fuzzy.

“You remembered I’m always cold,” Sam said quietly. “Five, this-- this is really sweet. Thank you.” 

He reached over and squeezed Five’s hand, and they smiled broadly in return.

“So this is where you ran off to today?” Simon piped up. “Off to do a bit of last-minute Christmas shopping?”

Five gave a roguish little smile and shrug. Why reveal all of the secrets to the magic?

In truth, Five had been planning this for weeks. The protein powder and knitting needles had been easy enough to come by, but Five had needed to do some sneaky bartering with neighboring settlements to find the other items. Five had originally wanted to find an Aquaman costume for Sam, but that was just a little too specific, so an orange hoodie would have to suffice in its place.

When Sam and Janine had discovered Five on their mystery run, they had just been on their way back from Scoobs settlement, having traded a pack of beer for Sara’s hunting knife. Five glanced over to her, and was pleased to note that Sara was now flipping the knife over and over in her hands, inspecting every bit of it. That was a good sign.

Finally, everyone turned to Janine. Her gift had been the most difficult to find. It had taken weeks for Five to track down the toolkit that now lay in her lap. Janine was always complaining that she didn’t have enough tools to properly fix the electronics in her house. Janine stared down at the brand-new set that Five had stolen from a home improvements store five miles away. That had not been a pleasant run.

“Five…” Janine said slowly, looking up. “Where did you find this?”

“Does it matter?” Simon laughed. “It’s amazing. Janine’s been wanting some of these for months.”

“Five that’s--” Janine struggled to find words, and Five smiled softly. “Runner Five, this is-- something I have greatly needed, as Simon said. But I do not usually accept bribery--”

“It’s not bribery!” Sam retorted, exasperatedly. “It’s Christmas! Five went out on that solo run just to find those presents for us!”

“In any case,” Janine continued pointedly. “I do not usually accept gifts as peace offerings. But. As it is a special occasion… I am willing to make an exception.” Her face softened. “Thank you, Runner Five.”

Five chuckled and sat back, watching everyone enjoy their Christmas gifts in the tent. For living in the zombie apocalypse, Five was feeling quite joyful on this Christmas Eve. Infuriating Janine had definitely been worth it.

[mishikabanerjee]

Here's how Ladybug and Chat Noir should come to know their true identities (Idea 1)

Please read this! It's a brilliant idea!

So, it starts like this

" There is a new akumatized villain in town who calls himself ' Revelifier '. He says he will make everyone show their true insider selves! And won't go until he has finished with his task... Will we get to see Ladybug and Chat Noir's true identities? -" Nadia Chamak said in an excited manner when the same akumatized villain blasted the door of the shooting site and went straight towards Nadia." Enough of your insulting Kitty Section, Nadia, Now everybody will know who you truly are. He scanned Nadia with his eyes which gave off a blue beam of light. Nadia's clothes changed to her normal clothes that she usually wears at home. And she starts crying and banters about all the problems in her life, as she is a very emotional person who has a lot of stress deep inside. The camera man's screams were thrilling. " What is this happening Tom?" Sabine, Marinette's mother said, hugging her husband worriedly. " It will be perfectly alright, darling. Don't worry, Ladybug and Chat Noir will save Paris this time also. We just have to keep Marinette safe." Sabine nodded and remembered that Marinette was in her room a minute ago when she went to check, she was calm now that she knew her daughter was safe.

But... Actually, she was wrong, just after Sabine checked Marinette's room, she transformed and left the room to defeat the akumatized villain, it was her duty, anyways.

Whilst our Adrien Agresste did the same, sneaked out of the prison (his house) and went to save Paris.

They both reached the Mayor's Mansion, as that was the last place Revelifier was spotted at. Chloe Bourgéois was busy hiding under her bed in the terror of the villain, as she knew Ladybug was not going to trust her with the Bee Miraculous again as she chose to help Hawkmoth instead of the superheros. Master Fu began living in Paris in a different getup and different name ' Master Yong' on the requests of Ladybug and Chat Noir. He finally had to agree as when he thought about making a 15 year old girl The Guardian Of The Miraculous, was quite an irresponsible decision. When he digged deep inside himself, he realised that he did not make Mariette the guardian just as she was strong, bold, intelligent, and responsible, but maybe only because he wanted to get rid of his responsibilities and burden by giving the excuse of 'old age'. He finally decided to become the Guardian again, till the day he dies. The Miraculous box was safe with him, he started living in the same place in Paris where he lived before with Marianne, they also got married!

Ladybug and Chat Noir reached the Mayor's Mansion. They carefully went inside. " Be very careful Kitty, no puns right now, ok?" Ladybug said. " As you wish, Milady." Chat bow down to show respect to his lady. They tiptoed into Chloe's room.

They heard Chloe scream. They pushed open the door and... Saw Revelifier... Scanning Chloe with his eyes, the pink beam of light... "No! Chloe!" Chloe freezed and her clothes changed to her fake ladybug costume, she then started muttering nonsense about Marinette. "That Dupen - Cheng ! She is the Ladybug of the class! She has so many friends and I? I just have Sabrina! And Adrikins absolutely! I am so lonely but I try to show that I'm not. Why doesn't anybody want to be friends with me? I am only rude because nobody wants me!................ " Ladybug and Chat Noir, both were shocked at hearing a words and almost deliberately tried to control their tears. There was no time for crying.

Both the heroes give a look at the villain. He wasn't very adult like. He had blue hair and was tall and sturdy. He was... A teen... And Ladybug thought she knew him... He was Luka... But this time he was not the Silencer, he was Revelifier. Ladybug stood there, still. Chat Noir shook her to a conscious state. "Milady? Are you okay?" Chat asked Ladybug. "Oh ! Yeah! I'm fine... CHAT NOIR WATCH OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! "

"NO!" Chat Noir shouted when Revelifier scanned him. He started crying and said, " Milady, you never understood how much I love you. I knew from the first day I met you that you were the one! But you... YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" Chat Noir kept on murmuring all nonsense and went straight towards his Lady. He had become totally zombie-like. Ladybug had to rush from him as he was insanely proceeding towards her. She used her yo-yo to grab things to swing from and went to a safe place she couldn't be in the Reveledier's sight. She finally got time to use her lucky charm. "Lucky Charm!" She said. "A... Teapot? Seriously? Wait... I think I got this lucky charm sometime before also....but what did I do with it?..... I went to Master Fu! Yes!" She went straight to Master Fu's or Master Cheng's new residence. He had disguised as a man with a thick beard and a thick mustache. He always had a fedora hat on." Master Cheng! " She had transformed back before going there, so don't worry." Marinette! Have a seat." "Master Cheng, Chat Noir has become a zombie and so I needed your h-" "I know, I know Marinette. I know everything. I have figured out that even if you give every Miraculous to everyone you want to, still, the whole team will not be able to defeat such negative emotions as of Luka's. You have no ther option but to show your true identities. "

"WHAT!!!!!! NO DAMN WAY MASTER! NO DAMN WAY!"

"Marinette."

"Sorry for raising my voice... But won't it put us and the miraculouses in danger? And if Hawkmoth comes to know?"

"Listen closely Marinette. This akuma, was made using all the akumas the butterfly Miraculous could ever provide. Now, the butterfly Miraculous has lost all it's power, so Hawkmoth can't haunt the city anymore after this villain. This is his last try. If you drink this potion and make Chat Noir drink this too, you won't lose your minds, but you will only detransform. I wasn't able to make a potion that could cancel the Revelifier's effects totally. We have to take this risk Marinette. When you detransform, take out your Miraculous and combine them, ask for a wish, which would be destroying the mega akuma inside Luka. Cataclysm won't do the trick as the akuma is inside Luka's body itself and not in any ornament. When you make the wish, Hawkmoth's game is over, your superhero duties are over, and all this terror will be over for God's Sake! This is the only thing we can do. "

"Are you sure... Master?"

"You trust me Marinette, don't you?"

"I do Master Fu."

Master Fu handed her a bottle of pink liquid and wished her best of luck. She took a sip of it. She went to a secret place, told Tikki about the plan and then transformed. "Tikki, Spots On!" She went to Chat Noir in Chloe's House. He wa s roaming round and round the same place muttering "I love you but you don't understand Bugaboo!!!" Ladybug tiptoed behind him, grabbed his face, turned it towards him and pressed the bottle to his mouth. He screamed while drinking it and then got back to normal. "B-B-Bugaboo? Where are we. It's a long story but for now, we have no other option but to reveal our identities to each other. Trust me, we really don't have any other option!"

"But Hawkmoth?-"

"NO time for questions Chat. We need to find Revelifier before he brings the true selves out of everyone!"

"Okay... Milady...." He was nervous, but somewhere in his heart, he was happy too, finally! He would get to know his Lady's identity! He went whistling with his Lady to the Eiffel tower as The Revelifier was last spotted there.

On the way, Ladybug explained everything to him. "Okay, Bugaboo. But... No more night patrols with you? No more defeating villains? We won't meet ever again?...😥" Chat's eyes filled up with tears and he started shaking uncontrollably and threw himself on the floor crying uncontrollably. "Chat! Don't cry! We can still be friends in normal life!" Chat's tears stopped a little but he was still crying unable to stand up. Ladybug grabbed both his hands and got him back on his feet. She was still holding his hands. "Chat... Please. I would never want my joyful little Kitty to be sad like this. We will be friends, I promise." Chat forced a smile on his face while a tear rolled onto his cheeks. Ladybug wiped it and they both laughed heartily. "Let's go." said Ladybug and they both leaped from building to building for reaching the Eiffel Tower.

When they reached the Eiffel tower, Revelifier was standing there, back faced towards the heroes. They knew that he didn't know that they were there. "Chat, at 3 we will jump in front of the Revelifier and you know know what's next." Okay. " Chat took a deep breath. Never had Chat Noir seen such a nervous Ladybug and never had Ladybug seen such a determined and sincere Chat Noir. It was kinda weird and new to both of them which reminded both of them of someone they know....

"1,2,3!" Ladybug counted nervously. She even seemed a little clumsy holding her yo-yo. It strongly reminded Chat of someone...

They jumped in front of the Revelifier, held hands and took a deep breath. As they expected, Revelifier scanned them. And here they were.... They detransformed.

"A-A-A-A-Adrien? Nononononononononono!"

"M-M-Marinette? Impossible ! You were Multi mouse!"

"I'll explain everything later, we first need to combine our Miraculouses!" She had boldness in her voice, just like the Ladybug Adrien knew.

"Okay..." Said Adrien.

Adrien took off her ring and Marinette took off her earrings and combined them.

(I don't know what happens when they combine it so... I relied on my imagination)

Both the miraculouses let out rainbow light, enough to light up the whole Paris with the colours of the rainbow. A voice told them make a wish. They nodded to each other and made the same wish: Destruction of the mega akuma inside Luka. As soon as they wished, Luka detransformed and they saw a REALLY BIG akuma come out. Ladybug's yo-yo was too small! The miraculouses were destructed but Plagg and Tikki were still there! Adrien got his mind into thinking. "Plagg! Use your cataclysm! Quick!" "Okay Adrien! CATACLYSM!" A small but absolutely powerful black ball of cataclysm power appeared in Plagg's small hands. He touched the enormous akuma and it got destroyed. They saw Luka, lying helplessly on the ground. They helped him to his feet. He was really tired by the way Hawkmoth used him. "Thanks Ladybug!" Luka said in a tired voice. "You-you saw me transform?" "I already knew you were Ladybug. Not because I saw you, I just know..." Marinette smiled and blushed. Tikki and Plagg! They dissappeared! "NO! Tikki!" Marinette said sobbing. Adrien comforted her while crying himself for Plagg. After they both had calmed down, Marinette sighed. "Phew! Finally!". "Phew!" Adrien also sighed. They both burst into tits of laughter. "But... You were Multi mouse. And I saw you both at the same time and same place."

"Remember? The Mouse miraculous has a power of cloning. I cloned myself to fool you." Marinette replied. "Oh! You are a really smart girl, Purrinces!" Adrien replied. "And I fooled you by making you believe I was not a student of Françoise Dupont College." Marinette added. "I did the same!" They both started laughing. "Means I was in love with you?" Adrien asked confused. "Yeah ! And even I might have a little crush on you... Or maybe, I might be in love with you." Marinette said blushing, her cheeks rose red. "Then... Do you still love Luka?" "No! I just liked Luka but not anymore. He is just a good friend... And what about Kagami? Do you still love her?" "Not anymore, since I now know that the beautiful, creative and thoughtful Marinette loves me." He blushed. They both held each other's hands delicately. It was a really cute scene. "I think we don't just have to be friends, we can be... Soul mates..." Marinette said literally blushing too much. "Soul mates." Adrien replied nodding yes himself blushing way too much. "And I think Chloe deserves better... We should befriend her." Marinette said, in her kind and peaceful voice. "You're right. But I would never find someone as kind, and wonderful as you, Marinette, or Bugaboo!" "I would never find someone as awesome as you, kitty!"

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