#but that sounds bad what happened Fallen!?!? D:))

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Alcina Dimitrescu/Fem!Reader

Summary: One where you get bit by a spider after breaking up with your long time girlfriend and only running into her again after saving her daughter years later. Break up between you and Alcina happened when you both were 17 (You got bit by the spider at 17, you save one of Alcina's daughters at the age of 25.) she doesn't know about your powers also the suit in using in this is the armored advanced suit from the play station Spider-Man.

Warnings: angst, violence(only a little), open ending(kinda)

WC: 8.5k

Author’s note: this one has been finished for quite a while now, hope you guys enjoy:) I’m also still working on some requests don’t know when those will be done tho. I missed the tall boob lady

*

You had been spending most of your time swinging through the city. Helping where you could. Today had been great so far. You had rescued a kitten from a tree. Helped a lovey elderly woman across the busy streets of New York. Assisted the police in a car chase. Helped a little girl with her science project. And you finally got your project approved at your place of work. Which happened to be the Heisenberg Industries. You had interned there while you were in college and it had been something you had fallen in love with. Making things, building things had been something you always loved doing. It's how you build your amazing spider suit.

At the age of 25 you were set. Well mostly set. The job payed great. It was an easy job. Mostly, it didn't interfere with your other job. Even if most times it made you too busy for a social life. You only had a few contacts on your phone. One for work and the other for a great detective named Jill Valentin. She called you only when it was urgent. Or sometimes you called her when you were finished doing some ass kicking. You had made sure your phone could in no way be tracked.

You smiled as you sat at edge of a building, letting you feet dangle as you relaxed. That was until your police scanner, voiced out in your suit.

"Attention units we had reports of a possible kidnapping. Report to Greenwich ave. Victim is a 5 year old girl, red hair wearing a yellow flowered dress, suspects car is a grey sedan."

"That's close by." You jumped off the building, swinging towards the last location. There was way too many grey sedans around the area for you to know which one was the right one.

"Good thing my mask can zero in on muffled noises."

You jumped down on to the busy street. The noises in your mask leading you to an abandoned parking lot. You saw a car and the muffled noises were becoming clearer and clearer by the step.

"I want my mommy." A little girls voice cried. You moved quickly, ripping the trunk door off the car with your Spidergirl strength. At the sight of a little girl tied up your anger spiked. The tears streamed down her face. Breaking your heart in the process.

"Hey it's okay. I got you."

The little red head looked at you with wide eyes. You cut off the rope tying her wrists and ankles together.

"S-Spidey?"

"Yea it's me kiddo. You're safe now. I gotcha." She seemed to relax just a bit but she was still crying. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you picked her up from the car. "No one has called me that before. Maybe that could be your little nickname for me. How does that sound?"

"Rreally?" She hiccuped as she pulled away whipping her tears with a her hand balled up.

"Oh yea of course. It could only a nickname you could call me. What's your name that way I can give you a nickname."

"Daniela! My-My name is Daniela." She finally smiles at you. Her breathing settling just a bit, little hiccups escaping her lips.

"Mm Daniela that's a sweet name. Okay how about Lil D. SpideyDani." At the mention of SpideyDani you saw how her eyes lit up. You chuckled behind your mask as she nodded excitedly. "Okay SpideyDani how about I get you back to your-Oh no the bad men are back. Please don't let them take me." Her little cry of pure fear cut you off her breathing once again picking up.

You turned around to see a group of men coming towards you. Your hold the toddler tightening just a bit.

"Okay SpideyDani, I'm going to put you in the car with my friend spider bot. He'll protect you while I go kick some butt." The spider on your chest detached it self and climbed on top of Daniela. She giggled as you whipped her tears. The spider resting on the toddlers shoulder.

"I'll be right back. He'll keep you safe." With a nod from the toddler. You smiled behind your mask and shut the door.

"Well fellas. I gotta say I'm disappointed. A little girl? Really? Not cool."

There was a total of seven men, five of them with melee weapons and the other two with hand guns.

"Give us the kid Spider freak."

"That little brat will win us a load of money."

"Enough talk." One of the men with a gun raised it but you were faster. Shooting your webs and ripping it out of his hands. You moved quickly, webbing him up to the side of a car. Dodging a pipe that swung towards you. You ripped the the gun out of the hands of the other kidnapper and pulled him forcefully towards you and into a punch. Knocking him out cold.

Two down. Five to go.

Taking down the rest of the kidnappers was a walk in the park. Nothing you couldn't handle. Once everything was done with, you let out a huff and went back to the car. You called it in before actually getting to the car. You wanted this douche bags to pay for the trauma they caused the little girl. You opened the door and Daniela jumped into your arms, the spider going back to your chest.

"Hey it's okay SpideyDani. You're safe now." She held you tighter as you took her out of the car. Your spider bot going back on to the center of your suit.

"I want my mommy."

"I'll take you to your mommy. Hold on tight okay."

*

You had swung slow and carefully towards the police station where you heard over your police scanner that mother of the Daniela was at. Once you got there you were confused on why there were so many reporters there. There was a small barrier keeping the reporters away from the main entrance to the building. You landed gently in front of the building and made your way in. You didn't get five steps in before you heard Daniela cry out.

"MOMMY!!"

You looked up and felt your heart stop at the sight of the woman in front of you. You watched as the woman tuned around her eyes welling up with tears as she ran towards you. Her eyes that were filled with anger and concern were now filled with relief.

"Daniela!"

You put Daniela down once she started to move in your arms. You watched as the little girl ran to the woman you once called your lover. Although you had tried to burry it. Ignore the heart break this very woman that stood in front of you, had left you in. She had broken up with you, had left you with out a reason, an explanation on why. Nothing. She had just left. Seeing her now, had made all your buried feelings to resurface. She had grown into a beautiful woman, her once long hair was now just above shoulder length. Her beautiful blue eyes still shinned like they did before. Her features were just beautiful as before just mature, older.

"Thank you Spider-Girl. Thank you. Thank you. You brought my little girl back to me."

You were brought out of your thoughts as she addressed you. You cleared your throat. Feeling the lump in your throat that had started to form.

"Of course ma'am. It was the right thing to do."

At the sound of your voice, you watched as she snapped her gaze towards you. Her eyes burned into your eyes. You knew she couldn't see your eyes but it felt like she could. You saw the furrow of her eyebrows as she looked at you. She can't tell it's me right? There's no way.

"Well I'm glad little SpideyDani is safe and sound. Now I must be off." The little girl beamed at you from her mothers arms.

"Bye bye Spidey."

You chuckled as you waved goodbye. But before you could actually leave a hand shot out to you. Grabbing the inside of your elbow. You looked down at the hand and felt your heart break all over again at the sight of a wedding ring.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I really must be off." And like that you left. Hoping to never run into her again. Even if part of you wanted to see her again. It you knew, with this lifestyle it was dangerous.

*

You couldn't believe it. Alcina was just as beautiful as the last day you saw her. Maybe even more beautiful if that was possible. You hadn't seen or even heard from her in almost eight years and a half. The only thing you knew after the break up (it was more of her just leaving with out a word) was that she had moved away. And that was it. Never to be seen or heard from, up until now. You even tried to call her but your number never got through. Your messages and voicemails left unread and unheard. Going as far as trying to reach her little sister, Donna or her little brother Salvatore. But it was no use.

"Y/n there you are. I just wanted to say that your recent project has made quite a difference already." You beamed at your boss who came into  your work station. You shook away the thoughts of your ex lover and directed your attention to your boss. You had known him for almost six years now. Even though you didn't really know much of his personal life he was still like a great mentor for you.

"The stocks are shooting up, which means more money for the company, more money for you and most importantly more money for me. But seriously, great work kid. The city thanks you. Now I have a dinner date with the family. You are free to go for the day. Celebrate kid. You deserve it." Karl patted your back as he smiled down at you. He knew from the moment you stepped foot into his building you'd do great things. And the years you have worked for him, you haven't let him down.

"Thanks sir. I already have more ideas I'd like to show you." You pulled out your notebook but was stopped by his hand.

"I said take the day kid, I'd love to see your ideas but after you get some rest and put that big brain of yours to rest. Now go before you make me late for my dinner. And for the last time it's Karl."

"Okay have fun with your family dinner."

"Doubt it. My sister is coming and I haven't really seen her for quite awhile. Well, I'll see you later kid."

*

She sat at the dinner table with her daughters, mother, sister, her sister's daughter and her younger brother. They were just now waiting for her older brother. Karl. She had been close with all her siblings except him. Even when she was a child. Karl had spent most of his time with their father. Who lived in Romania. Her parents had divorced when she was young. So she hardly ever saw Karl. Up until recently when she had grown somewhat close to her brother.

But as she sat at the table with her family. Her thoughts drifted to Y/n. Her past lover. The only person she ever loved. Who she still loved. Even after all these years. She had never regretted something more than when she had to leave you. When she had to break your heart in order to keep her own family safe. It was something she regrets. It was something she'll regret to the day she'll die.

But her mind drifted to the hero of New York. She never really thought of her. She knew her daughters loved Spider-Girl. She knew Spider-Girl had been around for quite a while know. But she never really thought about it until now. That voice. She could have recognized it anywhere. But it had been so long. But that voice.

Looking back when the spider first appeared had been around the same time you had started acting strange. You had become more secretive. You always had new bruises and cuts on you. You had always blamed it on your clumsiness. And her being the idiot she was. She had believed you. She had known you for five years before you started dating. She knew how clumsy you were. There was no reason to doubt you. But looking back she should have paid attention more.

Could you be Spider-Girl?

She almost wanted to laugh at how insane it sounded. Cause there was no chance. She was delusional.

"Sorry I'm late, had some business to take care of. Hello girls."

"Hello uncle Karl." Were heard from the four toddlers at the table. The older man smiled and greeted his siblings and mother.

"Uncle Karl I met Spidey!"

Karl looked at his youngest niece and smiled. He still felt anger for what his niece went through. If it weren't for Spider-Girl, he didn't know where Daniela would be right now. The men that had taken her were going to be in jail for a long time. He made sure of it. But so did his sister. Alcina had made sure they never saw light as free men again.

"Oh really. That's awesome kiddo. I heard she's super fast."

"Oh yea uncle Karl super super fast. She was kicking butt while her spider buddy was with me and protecting me." Daniela gushed, her trauma of being kidnapped being over looked by her experience with Spider-Girl. Daniela had told her sisters on how Spider-Girl had taken her swinging and how spider buddy had kept her entertained while you kicked butt.

"I can't believe those-Mother please. Not in front of the children." Alcina cut off her mother. Knowing very well how angry Miranda was when she heard of what happened to Daniela. Her mother took a deep breath to calm herself and nodded.

The waiter showed up to the table and took everyone's order. The four children kept on talking about Spider-Girl. While the adults spoke about Donna's garden center, Salvatore about his job as a doctor, Alcina with her wine business and Karl with his business.

"Oh yeah business was great. A worker of mine has the brain of a genius I swear she's coming up with inventions after inventions. With everything that she comes up with I think I'm gonna have to change the name to hers." He said proudly. He felt like a proud father any time he got the chance to speak of you. In his forty years of living he never met a worker like you. You were more than just a employee to him at this point.

"Oh yes I'm so proud of you and your company Karl. Everyone I'm so proud of everyone." The older woman gushed about her kids. The adults around the tabled smiled at their mother.

Alcina was trying to focus on her little brother Salvatore talk, she really was but her mind kept on drifting to you. She wondered what you were doing now. You were twenty five now. Eight full years without seeing you, hearing your voice. The times you two would cuddle in her bed. After all these years she was still in love with you. Your voice was something that was engraved in her mind and heart.

"Mommy when can I meet Spider-Girl?" Alcina looked towards her middle child and smiled. Her two eldest girls have been wanting to meet Spider-Girl since Daniela had been saved by the hero.

"I don't kn-I actually have someone who works for me that knows Spider-Girl." Karl said gathering the attention of all his nieces. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of four hopeful and pleading looks.

"Please uncle Karl. Please. Please." The four children pleaded.

"Oh I don't know, your moms have told me that you've been bad girls. Not putting your toys away. Not finishing your homework-WWHAT?!"

Now the five adults laughed at the tiny outraged faces looking at their mothers. "That's not true! Uncle Karl I put all my toys away before we came, right mama." The tiny five year old said. Donna chuckled towards her daughter.

"That's right sweetheart."

"I'll have to ask my friend Y/n if it's okay with Spider-Girl. I hear she's really busy."

At the sound of your name leaving her older brothers lips her head snapped towards him and then her mother. Who was already looking at her.

Miranda had known about you since you and Alcina were kids. She saw how in love her daughter was with you. She saw it in everything her daughter did. The smile Alcina would have every morning, knowing that you would always send her daughter a good morning text. The way her daughter would talk about you. The love her daughters eyes held any time she looked at you.

She had always liked you for her daughter.

But the moment her ex husband came back into the picture was when everything came crashing down. She had tried everything to save her daughter from her own father. But everything had happened too fast.

She saw the happiness leave her daughters eyes the moment she was told the news.

Thankfully, now her daughter was divorced. Getting away from that man after everything. Being able to take her granddaughters away from the crazed man had been such a blessing. From the moment they were taken from their homes and taken back to Romania, they fought tooth and nail. But she had forgotten how powerful her ex husband truly was. So they had to bid their time.

After the birth of Salvatore, she herself had gotten away from her ex husband. Successfully getting away from that man, the moment Karl had turned eighteen she had helped him escape. And when she was fit to travel she divorced her ex husband and never looked back. When her ex husband died it had been a blessing in disguise. That had truly helped them in getting away from Alcina's husband. With her ex husband no longer alive the deal between her ex husband and ex son in law was no more.

Her family was no longer in danger between the two mafia bosses.

"Y/n? As in Y/n Y/ln?" Alcina her voice cracking just bit. Her eyes shinned with hopefulness and eagerness.

Karl looked at his younger sister confused. He had no clue Alcina knew you. He knew you were way too awkward to talk to any attractive lady. And he wasn't blind his sister may have been a brat but she was an attractive woman. There was no way you knew his sister. He's seen how you react around anyone really. If it wasn't about business you'd always keep to yourself. Which is why he'd always be the one to present your work to the public. It was never you.

"Uh yea. I didn't know you knew Y/n. She works for me. A great kid. She has a bright future ahead of her. That's for sure. I'll talk to her girls. I'm sure she can pull some strings but no promises okay."

The girls excitedly giggled with each other.

Alcina was left thinking about you. How she was coming closer to seeing you, after so long she was going to see you again.

**

"Hey aunt May, hey uncle Ben. Sorry I haven't visited you guys. It's been busy. My project got accepted and it's been doing the city good. I have a few other projects in line. Hopefully they do just as well. Um you're not gonna believe who I saw today." You sat on the grass after setting down the flowers at each grave. Ever since losing your aunt may last year, you had been throwing your self into work. Spider work and your actual paying job.

"I saw Alcina, she's just as gorgeous as the last time I saw her. Even more gorgeous now if that's possible. Is it bad that I want to talk to her? I mean she left me, she's married now. Has a little girl." You felt your eyes fill with tears. The emptiness in your heart grew. Feeling stupid and foolish for thinking that maybe one day Alcina would come back to you.

"She's happy. She's moved on. I think it's about time I do it to. Right? Well I-" At the sound of sirens blaring near by, you knew it was time to work. The city never slept, it was New York after all. You stood up from your position, looking down at the two grave stones. "I know I'll be careful aunt may. I'll be back soon." You put on your mask and went to work.

*

You were a little sore the following day. Going into work a little later than usual. You had called Karl of course, he understood and said you could come in at any time. So it was a little later than usual when you did arrive at work. Making your way to your lab, but before you could you were stopped.

"Y/n Mr.Heisenberg wants you to go to his office." Karl's assistant spoke from her desk.

"Okay thanks Ethan."

*

Walking into the office you had not been prepared to see four little girls in the office.

"Oh are you Y/n?!" A little girl with her black hair spoke. You swallowed the lump in your throat. The little girl was a spitting imagine of Alcina. So Alcina has two little girls.

"Uh yes, I am."

"Y/n do you know Spidergirl? My uncle Karl said you do." A girl with dirty blonde hair said as she now stood next to the little girl that looked like Alcina. But then another girl approached, this one you did recognize. Daniela.

"Yes. I've spoken to her a few times." You couldn't help but chuckle at the excitement on the four little girls.

"Can we meet her please, please!"

You couldn't help be startled just a bit at how the four spoke simultaneously. A laugh rang out in the room. You looked away from the four girls to see your boss standing there.

"Sorry Y/n, I may have mentioned that you knew Spidergirl last night, they begged me to bring them in with me today." The only reason he knew you knew Spidergirl was because he had walked into your lab at a late hour only to see you upgrading Spidergirl's suit. It was no wonder Spidergirl's suit and equipment were so unique. It was cause you built them for the hero. He understood why you had to keep it a secret. Spidergirl's enemies would go after you if they knew. And since he cared deeply about you and your safety he kept his mouth shut.

"Well I'm only supposed to call her when it's an emergency." You tried to escape this situation. It's not that you didn't want to, but you didn't really want to be known for being "friends" with Spidergirl.

"Pleaseplease."

But you were always a sucker for her pout. It was even worse now seeing it on three little girls faces. Well turns out Alcina has three girls.

She must be really happy. 

"Okay I'll call her, but if she's busy. You girls have to understand okay?"

The girls squealed in excitement as they nodded.

*

You walked into your bosses office again through the balcony window but this time dressed in your spider suit. You had left to make the "phone call".

"Spidergirl!" The four little girls cheered and ran to you.

"Hi guys!" This time you came prepared with a slight voice changer. Not wanting Karl to recognize your voice. The girls didn't mind as they were too happy to see spider-girl. "Well I can't stay long but my friend said that she wanted to meet some people. And Spidey-Dani, happy to see you again buddy."

The beaming smile on Daniela was the absolute cutest. "I'm super happy to see you to Spidey. This is my sisters Bela and Cassandra, this is my cousin Angie."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Spider-girl."

The girls giggled the smiles never whipping away from their faces. "We know Spider-girl."

You also let out a short laugh, "As much as I would love to stay here and chat with you guys I-" And as if god was hearing you the loud sound of police sirens was heard. "Duty calls. It was nice to meet you."

And like that you were gone.

*

Working back in your lab was all you needed. It was quiet, the only sound being from what ever you working on and the low sound of the music being heard. It was the great atmosphere that you just always got work done. The sound of the doors being slid open was heard.

"Mr.Heisenberg, I'm not even close to being finished, and this is like the fifth time you've checked up on me. It's not gonna get done any quicker." You didn't even look away from your work. You continued your work on a device that could help with the patients that suffered from a loss of a limb. The device could help them with the pain and make them feel like their missing limb was still there without the pain.

It was still a work in progress.

When you didn't hear anything in return, you knew you weren't in danger. Seeing as your Spidey senses didn't go off. You set your equipment down and turned around. Freezing in your seat at who you saw. A part of you, a small part, the hurt part, hated her. Hated that she moved on so easily. Hated that she threw you away like you were nothing. Like the love you shared was nothing. Yet it wasn't love, was it? Not for her. You had been so sure she wasn't going to try to see you. That she wouldn't want to see the person she left behind all those years ago. But yet here she was, in all her glory.

"The lab is closed. You can't be in here." You finally found your voice. Swallowing the lump and hoping your face held no emotions. You didn't want to see her (yes you did) didn't want to hear about how happy she was with her daughters and husband. You turned back around to face your table.

"Y/n, please. I just want to talk-Well I can't I'm working on the clock. Please leave the same way you came in." You said your voice never wavering. You couldn't allow her back in. Not just because of what she did to you, but also due to what you did on your free time. Being Spidergirl had its sacrifices. Huge sacrifices. You had no friends. No love life....No family left. No one to put in danger. Not after losing Aunt May. You wouldn't allow

Your self to get attached only to lose them.

Aunt May's death was your fault.

"Y/n I know you're hurt, you have every right to be. But if you would just allow me to explain my-Mrs.Dimitrescu, is that still your last name? I'm busy. There's nothing to talk about. Now please. Leave me alone."

Alcina stood there with barely concealed tears as she looked at the back of your head. She didn't know what she was going to expect but it's wasn't this. She was foolish to think that you would hear her out. The hurt in your eyes when they first laid on her. You had not been surprised to see her. Meaning you had already known she was in town.

She wasn't going to give up.

She'd be damned.

*

After a long day at the lab you finally clocked out. Leaving the building the regular way and not the window. The city was quiet petty crimes, crimes that police could handle. So you had continued your work on your project. Deciding to ignore the little encounter with Alcina. You could ignore it, till it really was the only thing you could think of. Pushing it to the back of your mind.

"Y/n."

So much for pushing it to the back of your mind. You tried to ignore the voice. The voice that still sent shivers down your spine. After all these years. The love you had for her was still there.

"Y/n please. Just give me ten minutes of your time."

"Well I wasn't even worth that much to you. Not a call, text, nothing. So why would I give you ten minutes of my time. I don't want to talk Alcina. Not now. Not ever. You moved on. I moved on. The end. There's nothing to talk about." You were bitter. But you were also doing what needed to be done. She had kids. Children that needed her. Being in your life would only bring danger and pain to her. And you didn't want that.

"Go back to pretending I don't exist. You're good at doing that." With that you walked away. Trying your best to ignore the heart broken look she casted your way. You were doing this for her. To keep her safe.

*

Alcina had cried a few times. She cried when you both were only thirteen and you had fallen off a tree and broken your arm after returning a baby bird back to its nest. She cried when you first confessed your love to her at the age of fifteen. She cried when you first said I love you. She cried and cried when she was forced out of her home by her father without much as a say. Cried she was forced to leave you with no chance of a goodbye. Cried when she was forced to marry a random man. Cried when she had to bare his children.

Now she was crying for the love she truly lost. You didn't even want to see her. The closed off look in your eyes was hard to miss. She knew she broke your trust. Broke your heart. But you had always been one to give someone at least a chance to explain.

"Mother told me how you know Y/n." Karl saw the heart ache in his sisters eyes when she got home. He always knew his father was greedy selfish bastard. He had left his father's side the moment he turned eighteen. Refusing to ever see that man. The moment he left. He never saw him again. Didn't even bother going to his funeral when the old man died a year ago. He had helped Alcina get out of the marriage she had been forced in. That man had not been a good husband and even worse dad to his nieces. He had done a few things to that man to make him sign the divorce papers and give up his rights as the father to the girls.

He would have never thought that the kid, sweet, shy Y/n had his sister like this.

"What's it to you Karl?" She drank her wine as she looked out her window in her office at home.

"Y/n's closed off Alcina. She keeps everyone at arms length and there's a reason for that." He sat back in his chair. Remembering what happened.

Alcina turned her chair back to Karl. "What do you mean?" The worry clear in her voice.

"A year ago, during those attacks by that crazed doctor. He attacked a F.E.A.S.T center. a center Y/n's aunt was in, so was Y/n. Aunt May didn't make it. Y/n was lucky to have survived. And a few others but Aunt May...She's been alone for the past year. She hardly talks to anyone. Barely talks to me. And she has no friends no living family relatives."

Alcina took everything in. Her heart breaking for you. "Wait, what about her uncle?"

"Oh he was killed in a store robbery, four years ago."

Alcina felt her heart break even more. You were alone. Spent the past almost five years alone. It was no wonder you were so closed off. Everyone left you, given aunt may and uncle Ben weren't by choice. It hadn't been her choice either. But you didn't know that.

She needed to fix this.

*

You sat on the cold floor, fresh flowers sat in front of the two grave stones. Never had you felt so alone. You missed your uncle and aunt like crazy. Wishing on every star you could have one more moment with them. You wished you could hear your uncle and aunt give you the advice you so desperately needed.

You didn't notice you were crying till you felt the familiar warm arms wrap themselves around your shoulders bringing your back close to her chest. Causing you to cry even more. Everything rushing out. The hold on you grew tighter.

"I'm sorry draga. Words could not express how sorry I am."

Her voice was right by your ear. Soft and gentle words ringing in your ears. Her voice always tended to calm you down. You moved to get out of her hold but you felt her tighten her hold.

"Please don't. Don't go. Not without letting me explain what happened. Please let me explain and then you can go, I won't stop you."

With a sigh, you gave a slight nod. You didn't realize how much you missed being in her arms. Her hugs had always been so warm.

"I was taken from my home by my father. He had forced me and my mother along with my siblings out and took us back to Romania in the same night. If I had a choice I would have stayed. I would have gone to you. He made me leave everything. I wasn't even able to pack a bag. My father forced me to marry this filthy man thing, I had no choice. It took me too long to get out of that situation. It helped that my sorry excuse of a father died of a sudden heart attack last year. Divorced my husband the same day with the help of Karl."

You took everything in. You didn't know much of her father onto that he had separated from mother Miranda when her Donna was a baby. Donna was the youngest out of the four of them.

Finally gathering yourself you pulled away from her embrace, standing up as you also helped her up. You cleared your throat as you looked down at your joined hands. The hand that once had an engagement ring along with a wedding ring was now bare. You couldn't. You can't.

So you let go of her hand. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Alcina. It's terrible. I'm..." You weren't sure what you were supposed to say. You felt horrible for what she went through. You love alcina with all your heart. She was the only woman you ever really loved. But the fear of her being put in danger just by talking to you was enough to put halt to anything. You let out a deep breath.

Hands gently cupped your face making you look into her beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes that looked at you like you were both still seventeen. Making you feel even more guilty. "I still love you Y/n. More than anyone. I've never stopped. You have always been my other half."

You pulled away from her, "I'm sorry. I—I don't love you anymore. I've moved on. This is goodbye." You didn't give her a chance to speak. You turned and walked away. You would rather be alone than to put her in danger.

She has kids to think about.

*

Being Spider girl could not be harder at times like this. It has been a week since you last spoke to Alcina. Taking the the long awaited vacation time you saved up. With the approval of Karl of course. He had always said you deserved a break. And this time you actually listened.

With no worry about your actual paying job you focused more on being Spidergirl. It was hard. You could wipe the heart break on Alcina's face.

It was the right thing to do.

"All units, prisoners form the raft are on the loose. Reports of Electro, Rhino, Scorpion, Vulture, Martin are on the loose."

With that, you were back to work. Moving quickly towards the raft. You had stopped them before. So doing it now should be a cake walk.

*

It was in fact not a cake walk. Never did you have to face five of your arch enemies at the same time. Your body hurt. You were bruising in places you couldn't see. Bloodied. Most of your suit was torn. But thankfully your mask was still in tact. You were able to stop rhino. Thankfully. Scorpion and Vulture were a bit more difficult cause they had decided to work together. But with your own powers and smartness you stopped them as well. Electro, you threw his ass in the water and placing a power dampener around his neck, you were the only one that would be able to take it off.

Martin had escaped the moment he had the chance.

"Can you hear me Spidergirl."

The chilling voice of your old friend Otto Octavius. His voice sounding throughout your mask.

"You can hear me. I have something of yours. Why don't you meet me. Meet me where it all began."

*

Your mind raced, trying to figure out what he could possibly have. The old building where you used to work for a brief time before your internship with Heisenberg. Otto was an old friend. Someone who gave you a shot. But he had been so driven by revenge.

The building was empty, there was no signs of anyone being in the building. When your Spidey senses went off you dodged the mechanical arm that shot your way. You fought fast and hard. But these tentacle arms were faster and stronger. They were clearly upgraded as well.

"Oh now spider, what's wrong? Have you been slacking since the last time I saw you.?" His arms held down your body holding it tightly preventing you from moving.

"Otto, this isn't who yo-Shut up, don't you ever get tired of repeating the same thing every single time. Now look who I have here. Our guest."

One arm moved to turn on the lights, your heart halting at who you saw tied to a chair. Mouth covered with tape. "Let her go! She has nothi-That's where you're wrong."

Alcina didn't know what was going on, why she was here. She had remembered leaving Karl's building feeling dejected. He had informed her that you had taken a temporary vacation. She couldn't just let you go. Not when you were clearly suffering. She could see it your eyes. Your eyes never lied, and you were in clear pain. She'll make it right. But before she could get to her car she had been taken.

Now she was here watching this old man fighting with Spidergirl. The frightening thought that the girl behind that mask was you was pushed back to the front of her mind. Seeing Spidergirl get punched and kicked down. The suit had been torn and ripped when she had arrived.

"She has everything to do with this. Due to the fact that you care about her. Ugh why don't we just show her so she understands."

The mask was torn off Spidergirl. The familiar y/hc hair flowed down her face as Spidergirl tried to hide her face.

"Don't be shy now." Otto grabbed a fist full of hair forcefully pulling your head back. You heard the muffled gasp. You looked into the blue eyes they held so much concern and anger. You weren't sure if that anger was directed at you or Otto.

"Y/n here has tired very hard to keep her identity a secret. Tried hard not to trust the wrong person. What did that cost you last time y/n? Aunt May? How is she?"

You tried hard to escape the arms but they only tightened. Making it hard for you to breathe. Your eyes burned with tears, "oh are you gonna cry? Your friend here hasn't been in the city for a month and her daughter has already been kidnapped. Why you may ask? Well let me answer. You! It's always your fault Y/n. That's why everyone leaves you."

Alcina succeeded in cutting the rope trying her hands together. Mentally thanking Karl for the small knife in her bracelet. She didn't know how to help you, but she needed to make sure you didn't believe the words coming from that psychopath. She saw the bright light behind the man's neck. She could take good guess that, that was what controlled the arms.

With how distracted the ex doctor was, it was a lot easier to sneak up to the doctor.

You tried to not look at Alcina. To not give her away as Otto kept on talking. You tried to keep his attention on you. Including his arms.

"It was your fault Otto. Heisenberg Industries did everything you couldn't do. Save lives. Change lives. You were too...pathetic. Too weak to take the chances you had." One of the arms wrapped around your neck. One arm was still wrapped around your body as his two other arms held him up.

With all his attention on you, it was enough for Alcina to sneak up behind him.

"You dare disrespect me Y/LN!!?" He had become red in face from how angry he was. His arm tighten around your chest. A silent chocked yell of pain. You felt two of your ribs cracking. "After everything you-No!" You fell hard to the ground along with Otto. His four arms also making him useless with the chip not working.

Alcina was quick to punch the old man and living him unconscious. Rushing to you when she heard you groan. "Y/n! You have to stay still." Your face was covered in scratches, blood and already forming bruises. Your suit was torn, parts of your body were just as cut and bruised. She had been forced to watch how Spidergirl had been brutally beaten by those villains. To now know for certain that it was her Y/n. You under that mask...seeing your eyes refusing to look at her, but she could always read you well. Those y/ec eyes that were red from being chocked but also red from holding in tears.

"You have to go." You bit your lip in pain as you moved to stand up. Refusing to look at her. You tried pushing away her hands as you painfully picked up your mask. Putting it back on as it still did its job at keeping your identity a secret.

You thanked the gods above as the cops stormed the building. "Spidergirl, thank you for the help, we got it from here." Not letting Alcina get to you as you were soon leaving alcina in the safety of the police officers. Otto being taken by the swat team.

*

You were in a great amount of pain. You were in your underwear and sports bra, trying your best to clean your wounds up. But you couldn't. You couldn't reach the wound on your back, you were on floor of your bathroom with a first aid kit open. The supplies scattered on the floor.

Alcina now knew your deepest secret. She hadn't been back for a month and she now knew. You remembered the look on her face when Otto had taken off your mask. The shock, disbelief in her eyes. You had looked away the moment your eyes connected to her blue ones. You had tried so hard to make sure no one knew, Otto was the only one to know and look how that turned out. Otto had become a different person and got lucky in finding out.

You knew (or hoped at least) Alcina wasn't like that. Granted you haven't seen Alcina in years.

A sound coming from outside the bathroom caught your attention. You didn't have the energy to fight off anyone. The sound of heels clicked frantic, like the intruder was looking for something. You groaned as you tried to stand up, arms shaking. But it had been no use. Your arms had become completely jelly.

The door to the bathroom was pushed open.

*

Alcina had found her own way to find you. It had been easy, it was just her luck that you  still lived in your aunt Mays home. The house had been just as the same as she last saw it, just with a few new additions to it. Thankfully you still hid the spare key in the flower pot.

Right after she had given her statement to the police officers she had left straight to you.

The house had its own little differences, but it still brought her the same warmth it did before. Pictures of aunt May and Uncle Ben still hung around the living room. She didn't have time to look at every single new picture that hung the walls. Not when the image of your being badly hurt was still fresh in her mind.

Your room had a bathroom connected to it. And her feet took her directly to the room she spent so many hours in. Finding the torn spider suit on the floor the blood droplets leading to the bathroom. Finding you on the floor of the bathroom, in only your undergarments. Bloody bandages scattered on the floor as first aid kit laid open.

She was quick to get to you. Ignoring your weak attempts to push her away. She had her own experience on bandaging up wounds. Being forced to marry a mafia boss, she had also been forced to help his friends when they were wounded.

Cleaning you up was slow, you had needed stitches on many of the deep cuts. "No, I'll heal. Just takes time." Your voice had sounded raspy, it was the first thing you've said to her since she's got here.

Her hands hovered over the deepest wound of them all the needle only inches away. "Are you current?"

A low groan escaped your lips, "yes, can you just cover it with a bandage." She did as you asked once she was completely finished she moved to help you up. Careful not to touch any of your wounds. She lead you back to your bed, helping you lay down.

"He was wrong, Y/n." She whispered. She knew you wouldn't believe her. But she had to try and she will continue to tell you till you believed her. "Aunt May wouldn't have left you if she was giving the choice. You know that. Same with Uncle Ben."

You felt your eyes fill with tears at the mention of aunt May. "I had the cure, the cure to fix her. But if she had taken it, there would have been more deaths. I was going to give it to her." You squeezed your eyes tight remembering clearly how weak your aunt had gotten. She had gotten weak so fast. "She didn't let me. Refused the cure. I let her die. It was my fault, she-Wouldn't want you to blame yourself. It wasn't your fault Y/n."

Her fingers gently ran through your hair. Something she had always done to help you center yourself. Feeling the moment your shoulders dropped as you silently cried. "I'll keep telling you till you accept it. I'm not leaving your side Y/n, no matter how hard you true to push me away. I'm here to stay."

Fear gripped your heart like never before. The fear of something happening to Alcina or her daughters. The guilt would be too much, it would-"Stop. I can take care of myself. I can hold my own."

She saw the conflict in your eyes. She couldn't imagine how lonely you had been, how you refused to let anyone in. In fear of being held responsible for the harm one might go through. In fear of the guilt growing.

"I'm not leaving your side, that's a promise."

*

When you woke the next morning, it the ache and soreness in your muscles had doubled before they could lower. It was a pain you were used to. The room was empty but you could faintly hear noises down stairs. The memory of alcina being in your house was pushed to the front of your mind.

Her promise to never leave your side.

Getting up from your bed had been bit of a struggle. Your bathroom had been cleaned the bandages. The blood that once stained the tiles cleaned, the bathroom no longer looking like their had been a small blood bath. You made slow work in freshening up. You felt your body releasing its tension as you showered.

The healing process was always different, after long fights especially a fight with a bad guy with enhanced suits or sometimes powers. Healing always last up to a day. Most of the scratches you had healed but deeper wounds were still there and painful. Bruises were slowly fading.

Stepping out of your bathroom into your room once clothes in loose t shirt and a pair of shorts. To see Alcina coming into the same room with a tray of food.

"Oh you're awake. You should have let me help you." Alcina had gotten up early to cook you some food, you had been deeply asleep. Your wounds had slowly healed. She had been amazed how your smaller not so deep cuts had already healed. The bruises had slowly faded. But the more severe wounds had seemed to take a bit longer.

With Alcina quick to your side, you had let her help you. Leading you down to the kitchen. "You didn't have to stay Alcina. You have bigger responsibilities n—Stop. My mother is taking care of my little girls. I'm where I'm supposed to be."

Alcina had a lot to prove. Prove to you that she wouldn't leave your side. That no matter what happened, her place was to be by your side.

*

:)

[raining-anonymously]

https://www.tumblr.com/raining-anonymously/773880708994318336/isnt-it-wild-how-anya-and-swansea-both

i want to hear the evidence for this it sounds so interesting 🙏 (when you have the time and energy for it ofc ^_^)

Anya

anya stole the gun and hid it in medical. this led to jimmy gaining access to the gun, leading to swansea’s death and jimmy’s. (take this one with a grain of salt; there are many ways keeping the gun in the cockpit could still have led to disaster).

anya told jimmy about her pregnancy despite considering him dangerous. this drove jimmy to crash the ship.

anya allowed jimmy to give curly his medication unsupervised despite considering jimmy dangerous. this enabled jimmy to physically abuse curly on at least one occasion.

anya locked herself in medical with curly and all the ship’s medication. this would have very likely led to curly dying slowly and alone, as well as cut the crew off from the last dredges of the ship’s medical supply in event of emergency.

anya locking herself in medical directly led to daisuke’s death. there would have been no cause for daisuke to go in the vent otherwise.

her storage of the gun in medical, along with her inadvertent causing of daisuke’s death, led to swansea’s death.

the sum of all three deaths led to curly being left alone with jimmy and tortured.

Swansea

swansea and anya have a private conversation where it’s implied that she told him about jimmy’s assault on her. he’s holding the axe in a vaguely threatening manner afterward. you’d think think this has the implication that he’s going to protect anya if the need arises, but the next time we see him, he’s extremely drunken and gives jimmy the axe. he’s also heavily drunk at the start of judgement day. i believe this is part of anya’s motivation for killing herself, as she was counting on having swansea in her corner if things went to shit and it was becoming apparent she could not rely on him.

if swansea had told daisuke what was really going on in utility, daisuke would have been less susceptible to jimmy’s manipulation.

if swansea had been sober, he would never have fallen for the spiked cocktail. therefore, no one would have been able to get into the vent, so the rest of judgement would not have happened.

swansea got into medical before jimmy took the gun. he would have seen the gun using out, but he did nothing to hide it or remove it despite extreme distrust for jimmy. this led to jimmy getting the gun and killing swansea— enabling him to torture curly— and killing himself.

Daisuke

daisuke helped to drug swansea. this led to his own death, which in turn led to the rest of judgment.

by crawling through the vent and unlocking medical, daisuke gave jimmy access to the gun, which led to swansea’s death and jimmy’s own.

daisuke also gave jimmy access to curly, enabling jimmy to later torture curly.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT TO SAY THAT THESE CHARACTERS ARE BAD PEOPLE OR THAT I HATE THEM. I THINK THEY’RE GREAT AND I WILL DEFEND THEM WITH MY LIFE. BUT THEY ARE OBJECTIVELY FLAWED PEOPLE WHO MADE IRREVOCABLY BAD CHOICES THAT UNDENIABLY LED TO ONE ANOTHER’S DOWNFALLS. and i think we should talk about it.

ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: obviously everything is predominantly jimmy’s fault. swansea, anya, daisuke, and yes, curly, all inadvertently led to each other’s doom, but jimmy harmed the crew intentionally on MANY occasions. he’s responsible for his own actions.

thanks for asking, anon :D

i still do think daisuke is the least at fault of anyone, since neither anya nor swansea told him not to trust jimmy despite both knowing what sort of person he was. and he was pretty heavily manipulated. but he did help drug swansea in a way that could very well have been fatal and he objectively did give jimmy access to curly and the gun.

[ancha-aus]

Sansnautica sneak peak - Cuddlefish and the... selkie?

:3 so... i went ham... and look at that...

A drabble :3 Just for you guys :3 sneak peak of Cross and Sans meeting.

POV Cross :D

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Cross looks around nervously.

This seem calm…

But then again there had been an intruder ship again.

Sure it had fallen and crashed but it was also poisoning their world with radiation.

Farm had explained to them what radiation could do. He had been a landdweller back before the floods after all, long before the Precursors even came to this planet. Before Nightmare and Dream gifted him his mer form to be safe in the water.

Cross didn’t like being away from the others. But he was the only one immune to this poison that infected their planet.

And so the only safe option to scout the area to see how bad it had gotten.

His shiver hadn’t wanted him to go but Cross offered. He wanted to do this. He wanted to do this for the very people who saved him from the isolation he had been in. The prison of hibernation he hadn’t been able to escape himself.

The Precursors… XGaster had put him in a hibernation and on ice. Something about his immune system and stuff being helpful.

Cross didn’t care. All he remembers from that time was invasive hands. Of being stuck on cold metal tables. Of knives cutting into him and pain.

When he woke up from another forced sleep he had been met with Dream. Dream looking at him full of worry before Dream brought him out of the partly flooded base.

Cross had been ready to pass out with fear when he saw the gigantic black form of Nightmare. Only for Nightmare to easily take both him and Dream and keep them both safe as he left the area with lava and that disgusting building that had held him prisoner for so so so long.

The world had completely changed since he had been last outside.

At least the shiver was nice. They helped him. The taught him about the world and helped him rediscover old forgotten instincts. Helped him relearn the language of the mers that still sounded like singing to him.

He owned them so much.

The least he can do is swim into this radiation to make sure that it wasn’t getting closer to them or getting worse.

Cross takes a deep breath as he nears the shallows. Time to go to where the ship crashed and reaper territory.

Cross nears the area and waits.

Huh… No poison?

Cross frowns as he speeds of. Easily dodging any of the sand sharks that pop out. Cross makes grins at the sight of them. They remind him of Horror and Horror is such a sweet mate. It makes Cross not worry about the sand sharks at all. He just remembers the way that Horror would lay partly buried in sand as he basks in the sun and warm sand.

Cross grins as he twirls in the sea. Nearing the sight of the disaster and ruined reaper territory.

He manages to get all the way to the ship and frowns. Where is the pressure of the poison? The way it will feel like a sludge over his being? It isn’t here at all?

Cross frowns and makes sure to remain near for a while. Maybe it is one of those slow acting ones?

But nothing happens. No pressure. No weird side effects. No slightly hazy sight.

It is gone.

But how is it gone?

Cross backs up and frowns.

They had already checked the metal shells that had shot off the ship. All of them holding creatures from the ship but none of the surviving for longer than a day or two.

Cross did feel bad about that. Same for the rest of his shiver. They hadn’t wanted to interfere or risk themselves but coming back from checking something else only to find a broken open shell and ruined items? Yeah. Cross doesn’t feel good about it.

Still he frowns as he hears the first reaper. Best to get back to the others now and report that the radiation is gone.

It is good. It means they can all start really searching and investigating the area to make sure nothing is trying to settle or nothing dangerous entered the planet again.

Nightmare said nature was already in a fragile balance after the Precursors infected them with this illness.

Cros is very happy that his shiver seemed immune to it but he had seen the green spots appearing on others and seen them die quickly. The shiver had told him stories about this little group that had crashed here ages ago. How the three had kept moving before one killed a reaper and caused another one to attack their little nest area.

Cross grieved for those in private.

He swims by the shallows when he suddenly freezes.

That…

That is one of those creatures!

Those shell creatures!

Cross knows because he can see the like second skin and the obvious brands on that skin of the symbol of the crashed ones.

The other catches a peeper and turns and stops.

Their face is just a blank sheet and Cross feels very nervous.

They continue the stare at him before slowly starting to move closer and Cross feels himself tense. The other stops and tilts their head slightly. They slowly raise the hand not holding the peeper and Cross gets ready to rush away. But then the other grabs the underside of their own face and just pulls it back and-

It reminds him of when Geno or Blue undoes part of their seal skin to show their landdweller form.

And suddenly there is a skeleton skull staring back at him. Large sockets and soft little pure white eye lights.

Cross swims a little closer as his mind races. There had been mers on that ship? Why? Why would- the brand. The branding on the skin… does… was… are they? Where they like him? Trapped? And the crash knocked something lose?

Is that why Cross only sees them now? Is this the first time this selkie managed to get ot and explore?

Maybe they had their skin hidden away. And they managed to reclaim it before escaping the ship…

Cross’s mind is spinning when the selkie looks at the fish they are holding. They seem to be having trouble with staying afloat. Having to use this tool on their back to propeller upwards before having to keep moving the little flippers to try and stay at least on the same level.

The little selkie offers him the peeper.

Cross feels his soul start to melt. The little guy is trying to share. Poor selkie was probably locked away and it desperately looking for food only to be willing to share… maybe they thing Cross was also a captive?

Cross inches closer. Trying very hard to not seem dangerous to the other.

Cross decides not to go too close and uses his tentacle to take the peeper. The selkie just stares at the limb. So very curious and Cross can see the other’s hand inch towards him before being pulled back.

Cross quickly backs away. He doesn’t want to scare them. This is fragile. They are vulnerable and have no idea what they can eat… Oh! Maybe if Cross shows it is completely fine to eat they will feel more reassured? The selkie tilts their skull at them and Cross quickly looks to the fish and eats it quickly.

Some movement and Cross glances up to see a tiny tiny grin on their face. As soon as they notice him looking they make sure their face is normal again. Cross quickly focusses on the fish. Why aren’t they emoting? Weren’t they allowed to do that? Cross knows that XGaster hated him emoting… maybe this also happened to the other?

Cross finishes the fish and sees that the selkie is still watching him curiously. Cross decides to be a bit bold and swims a few circles around the selkie, going down a bit with him as the other continues to sink slowly.

Cross can see that the other starts to look at his form more curiously and Cross takes the time to study the other. The brands seem fully intergraded into the other’s skin… That can’t be good. He isn’t even sure if Dream would be able to heal this… poor guy… Cross reaches for the brand on one side of him. Were the leg, or well leg-fins? Seem to start. He tries to be gentle as he touches it.

The selkie immediately twists around and backs up a bit. Okay! Oh no! That hurt apparently! Oh Cross feels terrible! He can’t stop the whine as he gives the other more room. He didn’t mean to hurt him… but that this imply that this is a new brand? Or that they were just rebranded?

The selkie looks annoyed and guarded as they cross their arms and frowns at them. Cross feels even worse. He didn’t mean to hurt Little Flippers! He just wanted to make sure it wasn’t hurting him!

The selkie relaxes a bit and frowns a little before relaxing. A small grin appears on their face and Cross feels a bit better.

Then they take out a tool and hold it up hopefully. Euh.. what is that?

They make a show of using it on themselves before showing him the other side of the thing. It seems to be text of some type, not that Cross can read this one. And there seems to be a picture of a skeleton on it.

Oh! Maybe it is to show the form under the skin of a selkie? Maybe he is curious about it Cross is like them! Cross holds out an arm and waits with held breath.

Cross feels his anxiety leaves when they look so excited after using the tool on him. Staring at the screen eagerly before tilting their skull slightly confused. Cross follows after him and takes a glance himself. It doesn’t make sense to him but it seems to have worked.

The selkie stares at him and Cross tilts his skull at them. Trying to get them to interact with him again.

Cross sees no real reaction aside from some confusion on their face so he backs of. Oh wait! Maybe doing little tricks helps? A bit of playing? Cross makes a backwards flip before looking at Little Flippers again.

Little Flippers just look confused. Don’t… don’t they know about playing?

They sink a bit and use their items to geta bit higher in the water again.

Why can’t Little Flippers swim okay? Did those other creatures hurt them? Is that why they can’t swim anymore? They don’t look bothered by it as they give a shrug but Cross does not agree. It is dangerous if he can’t swim fully. What if something gets him?!

Wait! Why hasn’t he even tried to!?

Cross focusses on the other “Hey… I am Cross. Who are you? Do you need help?”

Little Flipper shakes their skull before swimming up?! Why?!

Cross watches as they break the surface before coming down again and they make a few sounds as small bubble of air leave their mouth. It sounds deeper with sharper tunes than what Cross is used to but not bad per se.

Though there is no way this sound or language will travel far through the water.

Cross feels another sense of loss. Did those creatures force him to adapt? Were they trying to force a poor selkie to adapt out of the water? Is that why he is branded? And can’t swim? And seems to need air to communicate even when he looks fine without air in the water?

Little Flippers makes a few more sounds and seems happy to at least try and talk to Cross.

A roar breaks their little moment and Cross turns to see stalkers attacking. Cross doesn’t think as he rushes them as Little Flippers barely manages to dodge one attacking them!

No! Don’t touch them!

More stalkers appear and Cross makes it obvious they are not welcome. Cross growls and scares them off easily enough.

But by the time he turns back Little Flippers is gone.

Cross spends more time searching the shallows for Little Flippers. They wouldn’t have gone too deep right? With them not being a strong swimmer? But he finds nothing.

Cross can only hope they are holed up somewhere safe. Made a little nest for themselves to remain safely in.

Cross knows he needs to inform the others quickly and rushes off to get to them.

[biancadjarin]

thinking about Bully!Eddie

passing you notes in class

18+

“Hey nerd.” Eddie whispers into your ear from his seat behind you in algebra. You try to ignore him, eyes staying fixed on the teacher at the front of the class. He tugs on one of your long braids causing your neck to strain back before he leans back in his seat with a laugh.

A couple minutes later a folded up note is being pressed onto the edge of your desk. You shoot him a glare as he smirks at you and winks as he mouths “read it.”

You roll your eyes as you unwrap it quietly, not wanting to get in trouble for passing notes.

“I heard you moan when I pulled your hair. You liked that didn’t you?”

You scoff and crumble the note before tossing it back to him. He laughs and opens it up, writing a new line.

“Ok ok but I think I need a tutor ;) Your place after school sound good for our first lesson?”

“Maybe if you’d actually pay attention and take notes, you wouldn’t be failing.” You scribble in your girly handwriting before discreetly passing the note back to Eddie.

He huffs out a laugh before writing his response.

“Meet me by my van after school.”

“We can’t go to my house, Eddie. Not happening.”

You pass the note back and hope that’s the end of it. As your fingers graze his, you both linger there for a second. He lets the pads of his guitar string calloused fingers caress the tips of yours and you instantly feel tingles. Your eyes look down at your hands and he has to hold back a smile when he sees the way your cheeks blush.

He opens the note and reads it as the teacher catches the both of you.

“Munson!” His head shoots up, your eyes scan the classroom, hoping no one noticed you were passing notes to him.

“What’s so interesting that you and Miss Meyers can’t wait to discuss it after class?”

You slump in your chair, wanting to disappear, wishing you wouldn’t have fallen for his immature tricks. I should’ve just ignored him. Kept taking my notes and he would’ve left me alone. Except you know that’s a lie. He wouldn’t have.

“Oh y/n was just asking if I wanted to study together after school, she thinks she can help me with this chapter.”

Your eyes grow wide as the blush on your cheeks covers your whole face. You wish you could just crawl out of the room and disappear. Why is he doing this??

“Oh well that’s nice. You could use the extra study time. You both could. Your last quiz score wasn’t up to your usual standards Miss Meyers.” You teacher chastised. Kill me now.

You got a D on your last quiz because every time the teacher looked away, Eddie ripped your paper from your desk to copy your answers. After you got halfway through the quiz, you started to circle wrong answers on purpose just so he’d get a bad grade too.

After the class bell rang, you and Eddie walked out of class with the rest of the students. He followed you to your locker, staring at your ass the entire time.

“You wearing a thong, baby?” He asked as he crowded behind you while you spun the combination into your lock. He left little room between you and the locker so you had to back up into him a bit to swing it open. “Mmm yeah baby, just like that. My lap was feeling empty.” He purrs as his hands grab your hips harshly.

“Ugh Eddie please.” You say as you grab what you need for your next class. His big brown eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint. He leans his face close to you, sniffing at your hair. “Yeah, beg me for it baby, say my name again.” He says into your neck. “Gonna have you screaming it later in your room.” His breath is warm and minty on your skin, it feels so good and his words are making you wet but you try to act disgusted. You push back against him but he doesn’t go far. “So do you?”

You look at him confused. “Do I what? Want to study with you? No!”

“Oh you’re ‘studying’ with me.” He says using air quotes. “No doubt about that.. I meant do you wear thongs?”

You scoff, “You’re disgusting, Eddie.” You say as you slam your locker closed. His arm comes up to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Gimme a kiss and I’ll let you go.” He whispers against your lips. You want to kiss him. Everything in your body is telling you to lean forward and see if his lips feel as soft as they look. But you can’t because if you do, he wins.

“I’m not kissing you Eddie!” You say, maneuvering out of his strong grip. “If you really want me to help you study, you can come over after school but we’re only studying. Ok?”

He smiles wide as the class bell rings. “Ok, sweet angel. Whatever you say.”

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more bully!eddie here

masterlist here

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Adolphe's Weakness (Virche Evermore)

*shuffles in* Heyo! :D So...I started yet another Otome game akjrjkeajkrejk I really like Virche Evermore so far and have fallen in love with these three, so I decided to write a fic! I hope you like it! :D

Summary: When it comes to tickling, Adolphe is "Far too old for it"; insert Lucas and Yves to remind him he's never too old to laugh.

“Stop that.”

“Why?”

“Y-You know why!”

Adolphe was rather irritated, you see. He was the captain of the Corps, one of the strongest members that trained relentlessly for any and all scenarios. Surely something like this wouldn’t weaken him?

In walks the gentle teacher with superhuman strength only Adolphe seems to ever witness to prove him terribly wrong.

“I truly have no idea. You must clarify, dear Adolphe.” Lucas was laughing, his hands darting in and out at any opening he saw the brunette give. Fingers poked at the captain’s sides and waist relentlessly, making him twitch and lean back into the couch cushions. “Could it be that you're simply too ticklish for your own good?”

“H-Hush! ACK! D-Don’t me-hess with mehe!” Damn him, he just had to say the cursed word! It was like someone took the notch to his sensitivity and cranked it up, forcing his mouth to release a few giggles here and there. “I’m nohoht a chihild!”

“No, you’re far from the child I once taught. However, as your former teacher and now your friend; I simply cannot overlook such a fascinating detail.” Lucas jabbed him in the belly, making Adolphe arch with a shout. The teacher burst into laughter, delighted. “How fun! Do that again!”

Oh how he wanted to kill him. Had Ceres not adored him so, Adolphe would have had him dead and gone by now. “Luhucas, you bah-AHahastahahrd!” He grabbed at his hands, pushing back with all his strength. “Stahahap!”

“Ouch- you’re hurting me, Alphie.”

“Yeah right- we both know this doesn’t hurt at all!”

“I have no idea what you’re saying.” Lucas grinned, fangs glinting as he easily shook off Adolphe’s grip. He shot his hands out, gripping his waist and rapidly squeezing. The captain barely had a second to spare a shout before he was laughing helplessly, falling flat on his back. “My oh my, for someone who’s not a child anymore, you still laugh like one. How adorable!”

“Gah! Gehahahhahahaha! Yoohohohu jeheheherk! Ahehahahahah!” Adolphe threw his head back in mirth, a rare blush spreading up his neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Cooohhome ohohohon, hahahahve mehehhehrcy! I’m tohohohoo ohohohld for thihihihis!”

“How rude- given I’m a year older! What are you implying?"

“Yohohohoohu sohohoohn of ahahaha- GAHA!" Lucas found a particularly bad spot along his lower ribs, making him scream. "NOHOHOO!"

“Whoa, what’s happening?” A new voice entered the party. Yves stared at them, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Did I come at a bad time?”

“Yves! What perfect timing! Come, assist me in tickling Adolphe.” Lucas invited, still gently pinching along that terrible spot.

“Nohohoho, hehehehelp mehehehehe! Gehehhet him ohohoohohff!” Said victim cried through his cackles, trying to sound serious despite it all. “Cahahhaptahihihain’s ohohoohrders!”

Yves looked between them- suddenly unsure. His captain and old friend, or his lovable teacher? “Oh geez…you guys don’t make this easy, huh?”

For a moment, Adolphe was sure Yves was simply going to abandon him to the tortues of Lucas. He wouldn’t blame him- not entirely.

He started to accept his fate…

“AH!” Yves' sudden shout was accompanied by his body flailing into the fray, unceremoniously crashing into both of them. “Here I come!”

“Oof- be careful, Yves-Ehehehahahhaha! No-noohoho! Nohohohot mehehehe! Gehehehet Ahahahphie!” Lucas’ voice cracked with giggles, his hands shaking against Adolphie’s torso as Yves countered. “Yhehehehehehves, plehhahahahse!”

“Get him! Get him, Yves!” Adolphe cheered, pride swelling in his chest as he caught a glimpse of his savior. The younger boy had clung to Lucas from behind, tapping his fingers rapidly into his ribs and making him curl up. “How’s it feel to be the one getting tickled? Bet you thought you were invincible, you son of a-GAH!”

His pride faded near immediately when a hand grabbed his leg, squeezing his knee. “Who said I was on your side, Adolphe?” Yves smirked over a giggly Lucas’ head, one hand remaining on the small of his waist while his other wiggled beneath his new victim’s knee. “I’m a free agent- here to tickle whomever comes my way!”

That little gremlin! Adolphe was gonna make him pay. “Yoohoohohu ahahhahahss! Gehahahahhahahhaha!”

“L-Laahhanguage!” Lucas chided him despite his own giggle fits. His balance was lost as he fell against Adolphe’s chest, leaving him open to more tickles from both parties. “Whahahahahit, wahhahahait hohohohld ohohohohn!”

“Gehahahha! Gohoohohtcha nohohohow-AH! Yehehehehves, hhehehheheel!”

“What? Your heels?” Giving up on Lucas, he twisted around. “Okay!”

“Whahait, nooh-AHHH!” The second fingers scratched at the bottom of his foot, Adolphe full body spasmed. His leg shot up, landing a perfect kick to Yves’ chin. The masked man yelped and flew back, shifting the distribution of their weight just enough to…

“Shit!” The world turned, he swore he heard Lucas let out a breathless squeak at the couch tipped over, falling with its legs up and back low, throwing all three of them to the ground. They laid there for a minute, hearing the sounds of footsteps running seconds later.

“Are you alright? I heard a thump-” Ceres’ concerned face came into view, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape at the sight. “What…what happened?”

Yves was laughing hysterically, the whole ordeal suddenly too funny. Lucas’ shoulders were shaking as he pressed his face into Adolphe’s chest, his giggles only audible to the brunette. Adolphe let out a long sigh as he tipped his head back, meeting her increasingly amused look.

“Nothing you need to worry about. These two are just being silly.” He tugged gently at Lucas’ braid, poking him a few times in the armpit until he was shifting away with a proper laugh. “Help me up, will ya?”

“O-ohoohkay!” She was giggling now, understanding in her eyes as she assisted in pulling them apart. “I take it they found one of your only weaknesses?”

“Wait, there’s more?” Yves asked, eyes twinkling. Lucas perked up with intrigue at the implication while Adolphe felt himself blush. “Do tell!”

“Ceres…” Adolphe glared, making her giggle more. “Don’t say anything.”

“I won’t- that takes the fun out of it.” She curtsied quickly before running, just avoiding Adolphe’s swipe at her hand.

“Ceres!” He cried after her, taking softly as Lucas and Yves laughed on. “Just for the record, I have no other weaknesses. She’s just being cheeky.”

“Sure she is.” Lucas smiled in his hand, blue eyes dancing. “I do rather like the idea of finding them myself, though.”

“Me too!” Yves nodded in agreement, grinning from ear to ear. He stuck a hand out to the teacher then. “Let’s do our best together to find them!”

“Agreed!” Lucas shook it with a laugh, sealing the brunette’s fate.

How unfortunate.

Thanks for reading!

Hey hey I drew a doodle lols

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For the kiss prompts, could you do 'luring your lover back to bed with kisses', I'm a sucker for the domestic fluff potential of this prompt! No pressure, though 🩶

Thank you for the request dear, I had so much fun with it! 🧡

You're so right, this is basically screaming domestic adorableness. I hope I'm doing the prompt justice!

It's nothing special, just something I came up with to get my mind off uni work, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Inspired by regular ocurrences between my boyfriend and me :D

When Max wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and cold. Groggily he opens his eyes to steal a glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand Charles insisted on buying some time during the last summer break, when he was on an – admittedly short-lived – mission of cutting his screentime short and banning phones from the bedroom.

It’s 10:02 a.m., which Max supposes is a reasonable time to get up at, considering they’re in the first weeks of winter break, all work-related obligations still far in the future. While he’d been up gaming with Redline until the early hours of the morning, Charles had announced that he was off to bed shortly after dinner.

No surprise then that his boyfriend is up already, Max muses.

Upon slowly shaking off the last remnants of sleep he registers the faint sounds of a piano being played beautifully in the living room on the other side of the flat. Every once in a while, the melody stops, only for the last few notes to be played again slightly differently.

From the sounds of it, Charles is composing new songs again, which Max knows to mean he has his phone nearby in case he wants to record himself playing.

The thought gives him an idea. Max fishes his own phone from the floor where it must have fallen at some point during the night. He pulls up the chat he has with Charles and types out a message.

“Babe, I need your help :((“

He hears a soft ding from the other room, confirming his suspicion. A moment later the music stops.

The sound of a chair scraping, the gentle wooden thump of the piano’s lid being lowered, Charles’ hurried steps on the hardwood floors coming towards the bedroom and a door opening, and then his boyfriend appears in the doorframe.

He’s still in his pyjamas, his hair is messy like he hadn’t bothered fixing it after crawling out of bed and on his face there’s a worried expression.

“Chéri, what happened? Are you alright?”, he asks, eyes widened and scanning over his boyfriend and the room, as if he were looking for any sign of something being wrong.

Max almost feels bad for scaring Charles like that, but he supresses the urge to apologise in favour of putting on his best pouty face.

“I wanted to get up out of bed, but it seems like I don’t have enough energy”, he claims, hoping Charles will give into his puppy eyes like he always does. “I need a kiss”

The Monegasque rolls his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics but it’s clear he’s more relieved everything is alright than actually upset about the dramatic interruption to his morning.

“You’re impossible”, he snickers. “Alright then, one good morning kiss for my sleeping beauty, coming right up”

He crosses the space between the door and the bed and leans down to offer Max a kiss.

The Dutchman, however, has other plans. As soon as Charles is in his reach, he all but launches himself at his boyfriend and pulls him down on the bed with him.

“Gotcha!”, he laughingly whispers into Charles’ neck and then proceeds to pepper the skin there with kisses.

“Never call me childish again”, Charles deadpans, only managing to keep a straight expression for a few moments before he too erupts into giggles and escapes Max’ hold enough to properly press a kiss to his lips.

“’s not my fault you made me wake up to a cold and empty bed”, Max grumbles, attaching himself to the other man’s body as if he were imitating a koala clinging to a tree. “I’m keeping you here for at least another half hour to make up for that horrible injustice”

And although they both know it will most likely be at least twice that time, who is Charles to argue with his boyfriend’s line of logic?

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Ashes of Cybertron

Hi hey helloo, haven't posted on here in forever but it's wtv. This is a little project of mine that I'm working on (essentially what it is, is a rewrite/fan continuity inspired by the Aligned continuity). I haven't written anything for this in quite a while but wanted to share the first chapter anyways :D Chapter warnings include character injury, allusions to violence, potential derealization/dissociation (i think) Word count: 2781

There was a ringing in his audials. 

An uncomfortable feeling encompassed his entire body, his chassis feeling uncomfortably tight. It didn’t make sense, though. He shouldn’t be feeling like the world has collapsed on him, pressing down against his chestplates and rendering his legs useless. 

A shouting voice broke through the static in his audials, and Orion groaned soundlessly in pain. It ached, and his overwhelmed processor couldn’t handle that much more. An agonizing feeling made itself known right at the base of his spinal strut, spreading through his hydraulics and hip joints. It forced out another groan, this one louder and at a higher pitch than his previous cry. 

Someone must’ve heard it, as urgent steps made their way over to him. He still couldn’t get his optics to focus on anything, everything in his sight was blurry. A servo entered his field of vision, brushing lightly over his cheek. “-ime? Can you.. –ar me?” The voice cut in and out through the haze in his audials. Orion gave a nod, so small he worried the bot wouldn’t see it. It seemed that they did, if the relieved sigh was anything to go by. “Can you move? Wait no, that’s a dumb question to ask since you’re technically still pinned down. Unless your legs aren't in as bad of a shape as they look? But that would be dumb, and would surely land one of us a scolding by the medics. Apologies–” The bot cut themselves off as they noticed Orion’s growing panic.

“Hey, hey calm down. You’re fine, I promise. It’s just a support pillar that had crumbled over your legs, but it hasn’t done any extensive damage from what I’ve checked, I did try to remove most of the debris that had fallen over you. Ratchet’s going to fix you right up, as soon as we get out of here.” It did little to soothe the anxiety gnawing at Orion’s spark, but he appreciated the effort nonetheless. 

The ground shook suddenly, dust falling from the damaged ceiling above them. Orion bit back another sound of pain at the vibrations making their way through his injured frame. The bot who he now could see more clearly, was crouched down in front of him, the Elite Guard insignia visible on their chestplates. Oh, right, he was supposed to meet with them and the Council to discuss something regarding—

Wait, the Council! Frag, how could he have forgotten?! 

“Uh, Sir? Forgive me if I appear out of line, but is everything alright? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” The youngling muttered carefully, afraid to cross some boundary Orion hadn't set. He coughed as he reset his vocalizer. “Yes, my apologies. What exactly happened?” Orion croaked out, watching with growing apprehension as the mech’s faceplates shifted into a frown. “You don’t remember, sir? We were ambushed by the Decepticons during the meeting with the High Council.” They paused as they glanced over at Orion with something unreadable in their optics.

“We managed to move you out of the building before any major damage had been inflicted upon the Citadel, but unfortunately the Primal Basilica was also under heavy fire. We’re currently waiting for reinforcements to ensure we can get you to safety.” Orion offlined his optics for a moment, collecting his shambled thoughts before glancing at the mech again. “Alright, thank you…” He trailed off, realizing he didn’t even know the scout’s name.

The youngling seemed to realize the same thing, as they suddenly perked up with giddy embarrassment. “Oh, right! The name’s Windsweeper, sir! I was one of the guards who was assigned to escort you to Polyhex about three orbital cycles from now.” 

“Well, thank you, Windsweeper. For keeping me company and ensuring I am alright.” Orion said with all the gentle affection he could muster at the moment, noticing how the cadet puffed up in delight from his words. “Of course, sir! Just doing my job.” They laughed, wings flicking with mild embarrassment at being acknowledged. They halted as their comms beeped, signaling an incoming message. “I’m sorry, one moment.” They hastily muttered before opening up the comm link. 

Orion listened with mild interest as the scout spoke, figuring out that the reinforcements were almost there. At least that is how it appeared to be until Windsweeper cursed, the static audible even to Orion’s audials. The youngling didn’t say anything to him after the link was closed again, seeming rather interested in the floor before their pedes. The ground rumbled again, this time with the ceiling shaking dangerously, the slightest bits of debris falling around and on them. 

“Slag–” Windsweeper cursed again, a servo brushing off the bits that had fallen on their shoulder pauldrons. “The others are here in just a few moments, I’m sure of it. We’ll get you out and patched up, Prime.”

Orion could only hope so, as the world started fading into black. ______________________________________________________________

Angry steps thundered through the hallway, followed by the sound of sprinting.

“Megatronus! Please, can’t we talk about this?” The clerk shouted pleadingly, chasing after his friend. He stared at the broad back turned to him, now having come to a stop as Orion heaved. “What is there to talk about, Optimus?” the gladiator all but growled, blazing red optics glaring at the archivist over his shoulder. “Would you prefer to talk about how you set out to usurp the title of Prime from me, or rather of how you used me for your gain?” 

“I didn’t want this title, Megatron, nor did I usurp it from you! I didn’t use you just get a chance to speak with the Council, I simply don’t believe that you had the right approach–”

Orion grunted as he was slammed into the wall, a giant servo on his chest pinning him down. Megatron loomed over him, optics lit aflame with fury. “I didn’t have the right approach?! The Council wouldn’t have heeded my words otherwise! I haven’t risked my life, my existence, for this cause simply for you to tell me I should have approached the Council differently.” His words were vehement, almost dripping with the saturated rage that was all the more present in Megatron’s voice. 

“The Council would not have listened had I not threatened them. The Senators would simply look down upon me and my brothers as vermin. The Gladiators of Kaon, lowest of the low. I had to get my point across, be it through protests or a call for action,” he continued, now having eased the pressure on Orion’s chestplates. but still adamant about not letting the archivist go. “And you, brother, should’ve been the one to encourage me the most.”

The gladiator dropped down to his knees in front of the new Prime, looking up at the wide optics right above him. The shattered look in them made him want to tuck the smaller mech against his frame in protection, to ensure no hurt would befall his beloved. But the rage he felt was stamping the protective protocols down into submission.

He reached out to Orion who, after a moment’s hesitation, held the offered servo in his. “Dearspark,” Megatron began. “You betrayed me today. You betrayed us all. You know as well as I do that peace has no place in a revolution and Cybertron does need a revolution.” The wide optics widened further, emphasizing the hurt the Prime felt, before narrowing in uneasiness. 

“No. No, Megatron, you betray yourself. You talk of war, of violence as if it is justice. You would have this planet tear itself apart, and then you could reshape it as you see fit.” The archivist rose up to his full height, sudden and fierce determination blazing in his optics with a ferocity Megatron has come to admire. “You have always told me that freedom is the right of all sentient beings, but what you seek is tyranny. I believe you want the best for Cybertron, I really do, but there is no peace through tyranny. There will only be misery, resentment and heartbreak as the result of your ways. I cannot allow that. I cannot.”

With anger so unusual for the usually timid clerk, Orion pulled himself out of Megatron’s hold. He cradled the gladiator’s helm in his palms, helmcrest leaning against the gladiator. Megatron was caught in the righteous fury that had only ever been directed towards their opposition. Until now.

“I always vowed that I would follow you to the ends of the universe, my dearest spark, but I cannot do that if violence is the only language you are willing to speak. I cannot allow you to lead our planet down that path, I’m sorry.”

The Prime sighed, a shaky and watery sound. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, in-vents just a bit too unsteady. Pressed close to the Prime like this, Megatron could see the coolant pooling in those captivating optics. “I'm so sorry,” Orion whispered, so sincere and honest. His servos shook minutely from where they were holding Megatron’s helm. That same touch would soon be turned into a vicious, cold bite of an enemy if Megatron couldn't convince him.  

He wishes he could say it isn't the archivist's fault that they have come to this, but he can't bring himself to lie. Orion betrayed their cause the moment that he was granted the title of Prime, and the moment that he reluctantly accepted it. The closest a Cybertronian can come to Primus, their Creator. A symbol of hope, prosperity and peace. The Lifegiver, in some versions of ancient texts. The title which was supposed to be Megatron’s.

“I know.” The Champion settles for instead, equally as quiet as the Prime's apology. “It isn't too late for you to join me. We could still achieve our goal, and thus fight for the same cause. Although I assume it isn't likely. You'll return to your Autobots just as I will return to my Decepticons.” 

The Prime nodded. “You are right to assume that. It seems as though our cause has split into two, just like the followers of what we believe in. I cannot allow violence to guide those who follow me. That is what sets us apart, Megatron.” The coolant spilled over, silently making its way down the silver faceplates. Clawed servos wiped the tears away with surprising gentleness, and the Prime leaned into the offered touch. “I wish it did not have to turn out this way.” Orion muttered, optics dimming with sorrow. Megatron felt his expression twist into a similar state of regret and sadness as Orion's. He sighed, before standing up from his crouched position. 

The brief panic that flickered across Orion’s face didn't go unnoticed by the gladiator, but he found it best not to say anything. Instead he drew the archivist into a fierce embrace, tucking the slighter frame against his chassis as his servos settled around the mech's waist. Orion immediately tucked himself closer, grasping almost desperately at the plated armor on his back with his helm resting against a spiked shoulder pauldron. 

“Can I spend this night cycle with you? Just.. one more time, before all of this ends up bigger than us both. Will you allow me that?” 

The gladiator isn't surprised at the question. His spark cries out, pleads for him to say yes. He wants to decline, oh how he wants to say no. But he can't bring himself to crush the already shattered bond between them any further. “Yes, of course. I doubt it would do us any good to spend it apart.” He mutters against the blue helm, cradling the archivist, memorizing the feel of the slighter frame in his embrace before it too will turn to something from a previous life.

“Thank you.” Orion whispers against his chest, right above his spark chamber. He pretends he can't feel the coolant dripping onto his chassis, just like how the clerk pretends he doesn't hear the hitched breaths next to his audial. 

Pressing himself closer– as close as he can, Orion lets himself melt into the comforting hold of his lover. 

–because he knows this is the last time they'll hold each other. No matter the outcome, they will go their separate ways. No matter the outcome, they will not let themselves linger a moment longer than necessary.

“I love you, more than anything. I always will.” The Prime admits against the broad chest. He hears the gladiator suppress his sniffles and reset his vocalizer before answering.

“I love you too, my dearest. Through this life and the next.”

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“Orion, are you absolutely certain you’re up for it?”

Orion had to hold himself back from snapping at Ratchet. He knew the medic meant well, and that he was simply concerned whether or not Orion could handle the sudden meeting he had been called to attend, especially how things had turned out the last time he had anything to do with the Council. But this was his duty now, as Prime.

Prime. 

The title still felt more like a verdict rather than something he had achieved, and he knew others didn’t take his position seriously. He had seen the way the Senators had looked at him, all calculating and trying to figure out how a mech like him of all bots had been granted the title. He was but a mere archivist working under Alpha Trion, who was the only bot Orion could consider a tie to the political part of Cybertron’s society.

So was Megatronus, a treacherous part of him chided. Before the meeting with the High Council, when their worries were simply of the Gild and their approach to the rallying lower castes. 

“I’m certain, Ratchet. I have to be present. As the Prime, it’s a part of my duty to ensure we have the ties we need if we wish to meet the demands of the Decepticons. It would also assure our troops that Iacon isn’t the only major city under Autobot command.” Orion remarked kindly, watching fondly as Ratchet scurried around in the medbay. “Yes, yes of course. I’m not diminishing your duty as Prime, but still, you can’t blame an old bot for being concerned.” The medic chimed, waving the wrench in his hand as he spoke. “You make it sound as if you’re ancient.” The Prime chuckled, smiling brightly at Ratchet. 

“Well looking after you certainly does feel like looking after a sparkling, on occasion. I’m bound to feel old because of you.” Ratched snarked playfully, swatting the back of the Prime’s helm. Orion laughed before gasping in mock offense. “You dare speak of your Prime in such a manner? Aren’t you crude?” He could barely get the words out without erupting into a fit of giggles, made even worse with Ratchet swatting at him again. 

He swung his arms at the medic, trying to push him away to little avail. Ratchet gave an affectionate pat to his helm before stepping away  allowing the Prime to calm down. He coughed suddenly, embarrassment tangible in his field. Orion just smiled, and let himself lean back on his hands against one of the med berths. 

Even with the little moment that eased the tightness in Orion’s spark, his thoughts still drifted to the upcoming meeting. It would be the first one he’d attend as Prime, and the worry that something would go awry was gnawing at his processor again. The Prime didn’t realize his field had communicated his anxieties so openly until the medic stepped close again, this time with a worried glint in his gaze. 

“What’s on your mind, kid? Something’s worrying you.”

Orion frowned, finials drooping slightly. “I– I'm just worried over the meeting. There is something that feels… off about it.” He sighed, flicking his finials in annoyance. Ratchet hummed, offering wordless reassurance to Orion. Reaching into his subspace, the Prime pulled out one of the datapads containing what would be discussed with the Senators and Commander of the Elite Guard. 

Well, better get to reading, Orion supposed.

______________________________________________________________

“–frag, someone get him stable, now!”

“–losing more energon than we tho–”

A multitude of voices were yelling, but he couldn’t remember why. The lights overhead flickered in a way that left Orion’s processor spinning. They winked at him, beckoning him to succumb to the ache in his frame.

“Prime? Slag, someone give me the energon drip–”

A consistent beeping was heard from somewhere to his left, but it only amplified the cacophony in his audials. The lights winked at him again, almost like the stars whispering ‘come home, child of Primus’. 

That’s the last thought that made its way through Orion’s head before he succumbed to the darkness.

(The Ao3 link is available here in case anyone's interested :D)

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Hi! Hope you take requests: any Trafalgar Law-centric angst/dark/whump recs? I would really like to see him suffer. Thank you!

I absolutely do!! I love answering asks! :D

Trafalgar Law Angst Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Some Kind of Joke by gryphonshadow - Rated E

When Trafalgar Law’s duel with Doflamingo on Green Bit ends disastrously, he winds up the shichibukai’s prisoner. He never expected this outcome. How did it come to this? And is there any escape from this hell? AKA a dark re-telling of the events of Dressrosa and what came after.

Day 2: woven birdcage by via_the_cryptid - Rated T

Law doesn’t want to be caught. He knows what will happen if his pursuer catches up to him.

In the Hands of the Enemy by GrimoireReads - Rated T

Set after Doflamingo takes Law prisoner. Trafalgar Law was ready to die when he set foot on Dressrosa, but Doflamingo doesn’t make it any easier.

Frozen Heart by kitnjinx - Rated T

For as long as Law could remember, cold had followed him in one way or another. He had been running from Death for just as long, snapping and snarling back at a world that had only ever kicked him down. He always reasoned he would die the same way. Cold, angry, alone. Too bad there's so many people who keep having different ideas about his fate.

but were we ever really human? by Gali-La (Galileoleo), gendervapor - Rated T

There was hope. It wouldn’t end here. Fallen scrap and bolts tumbled from his arms as Law ran through the snow and permafrost, back to their hidden shelter. His frozen operating room. His second chance.

Again by Arrows4_Writes - Not Rated

At first, all he could see was white; all he could feel was the cold. It reminded him of home. It reminded him of Flevance. But he wasn't in Flevance. Flevance came with the sounds of screams and the smell of burning flesh. He wasn't sure what he was doing here. Or where "here" even was.

Or

Law has a Nightmare of Minion Island/the day Cora died

Tradition by Sleeping_Songbird - Rated G

After celebration with the Hearts, Law indulges in his own birthday tradition

lifeblood (i'd bleed for you every time) by kermit_coded - Rated T

Day Two Alternate: Gunshot Wound(s)

you are never alone by asphyxiiated - Rated T

With trembling hands, Law opened the casket to reveal the body that gave him the world.

Grief, as a Knife. by rosiinantes - Rated T

Trafalgar D Water Law, and his intimate familiarity with grief. -- That's when grief had gutted him. The knife had moved suddenly and all at once. Taken everything that he could have left. Lami: gone. Father: gone. Mother: gone. Everyone he had ever known. His teachers. The friends he had at school. The lunchtime bully. All of them were dead.

Self-Destructive Tendencies by Talvituhkat - Rated T

"Your three lives are a bargaining chip. If I refuse, Trafalgar Law will take my life along yours. A threat from a man unwilling to bet on tomorrow is something that raises concern for my own life."

Torture at the hands of Kaido's henchmen has certainly taken its toll on Trafalgar Law. Stressful situations mean that dissent ensues, pushing the Surgeon of Death to his limits and leaving the Heart Pirates in charge of their captain's recovery... both in body and mind. ____ Takes place after Episode 951/Chapters 950 & 951.

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Chapter Eighteen: Battling In New York~! (Part Four)

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Chapter Warning: Semi-violence (but mostly flashback), death of minor character(s), depicts of the occult, some dark imagery.

A/n: Oh my god, I can't believe it's finally here. When was the last update? *looks towards the date of previous chapter* Since February...okay so not too long ago. It's May now and after this chapter, WE ARE GOING TO THE MAIN STORYLINE! Meaning travelling to Japan and heading to U.A. :D How exciting! Not to mention that with this chapter out now, I can focus on making some fanart and Tiktoks for this story along with working on the newer chapters (and hopefully more frequently).

Anyways, let's get on with this finale of this arc, shall we~?

Also, who can guess where the inspiration comes from for the first part of this chapter~?

    Green eyes opened with a gasp, chest heaving as they looked around for a moment in confusion. Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed as he frowned, wondering why he was in a bright place. Wasn’t he fighting against the bad guy with Deku, Bakugo and Ladybug—

    Adrien’s eyes widened as he then looked down at himself, realising that he was no longer in costume.

   “Why aren’t I Chat Noir? Plagg?” He looked around once more, wondering where his cheese loving Kwami has gone, “Plagg! Where are you?”

    He started walking, his heart hammering against his chest as he called out the names of his companions.

   “Izuku? Marinette? Katsuki? Where are you guys?”

    “Have you forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you?”

    Adrien’s head snapped to the source of the voice and saw a prim and proper blonde woman in what seems to be a Ladybug costume, standing there with two other figures. Boys that were his age.

Walking over to them, Adrien reached out his hand to touch her shoulder.

    “Excuse me, Missus. Can you help—?”

    He blinked when his hand went through her, and stepped back in surprise. He squinted his eyes at the woman still sternly looking towards at the male teenagers before her, one dark haired boy being nervous while the other boy with blond hair was glaring down at her defiantly.

    “He’s still a threat until he’s dead…” The woman sighed, closing her eyes and then said coldly, “Finish it.”

    “No.”

    Silence was deafening to Adrien as he stared at the three, wondering what these people were talking about. Where was he? Was he…having a dream? Some sort of vision? Was this what’s happening right now?

    Or a memory? 

    But of whom?

    The adult looking Ladybug holder quirked a brow, narrowing her eyes, “..No?”

    “What good would killing do?!” The young blond man that spoke before argued, stepping forward as he ignored his dark haired friend trying to stop him, “When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. OUR FRIENDS ARE DEAD!” 

    Adrien almost jumped at the sudden bodies on the ground surrounding them, a hand covering his mouth as he felt the urge to throw up. A lot of them…looked like fallen heroes. 

     “OUR FOE IS WEAKENED, THE…The BLOOD WE’VE SHED?! IT NEVER DRIES!” It sounded like the boy was choking up as if holding back the tears, but then suddenly growled in anger, “IS this WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HERO?!”

    “Toshinori, stop.” The other boy finally spoke as Adrien turned to look at him along with the blond young man, now named Toshinori, who was swatting his friend’s hand away.

     “…All Might?” Adrien questioned, but knew they couldn’t hear him.

    “No, Hisashi! Béatrice-san has to hear this!”

     Adrien’s eyes widened as he was taking a good look at the young man named Hisashi who looked hurt and looked away. He continued to watch them a little more quietly, not knowing what to do at this moment. What could he do, anyways? Not like they could see him—

     Adrien blinked when he thought Hisashi was staring right at him. But the boy turned his back to him as he looked back to his friend beside him, as said friend continued to talk to the woman.

    “We are not killing anyone today.”

    The Ladybug holder sighed, eyes looked tired as she murmured a ‘Spots off’ before de-transforming in front of them, revealing to be a normal middle aged woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. 

     “Reckless. Sentimental at best…I know that’s not what Nana has taught you, Toshinori Yagi.”

    Anger swelled in Toshinori’s eyes as he stomped his foot on the ground. 

    “Do NOT bring my Master into this! If she was here—”

    “But she’s not here, is she?“

    “…”

    Béatrice stared at him before letting out a defeated sigh.

     “…It was a mistake to take you on as a student. Hisashi Midoriya is the only one that I should be training. What good is training you since you’re not the same as us. I shouldn’t have agreed to Nana’s dying request and the insistent begging from Gran Torino of helping you finish your—“

    “That’s just like you,” Toshinori rolled his eyes, snorting sarcastically, “Why should I be surprised? Selfish, prideful and vain—”

     “Watch your tone, Toshi! She’s still our teacher!”

      “Your teacher, ‘Sashi-kun. Not mine. Never was.”

      Hisashi looked to the blond for a moment, as if lost on what to say next. Meanwhile, Adrien had to place a hand over his mouth. Midoriya? As in, Izuku’s…?

    “Say no more. I’m gone.“

     Hisashi’s eyes widened as he watched his friend start walking away, then looked back at the blank face of the older Ladybug heroine. Shaking his head, he caught up to Toshinori and grabbed his arm.

    “Toshi, please! Don’t go! Teacher just wants—”

    “Just how long are you going to take orders from her, Hisashi?” 

     Hisashi stared at him in bewilderment before his arm fell to his side when Toshinori pulled back from him.

     “…I’m her student. I’m to be the next Cat Hero alongside her until she is found again by Master Fu to retire. I need to—”

     “I guess this is goodbye then.”

     “…I thought you were my comrade? My friend?”

     “I am, and always will be…But I cannot be around someone that would cross the lines that no human should.” Toshinori paused, before giving a wistful smile, “I hope that you won’t lose [REDACTED] for this…”

     Confusion clouded Hisashi’s eyes as Toshinori vanished in a green light, Hisashi and Béatrice disappearing as well to signal the vision was over. 

    “So…what did you learn from this?”

     Adrien turned his head to look at an older man, and the Cat Holder had a feeling who this was.

     “…I don’t understand?” Adrien said softly, as the man gave a small smile.

     “I bet it’s all confusing, but I had to show you this to tell you…do not trust those that hold One-For-All.”

     “What?” Adrien breathed out as his eyes widened, “W-what do you—?”

     “I’m not saying they aren’t good people. But there are times that their ways are…questionable. Heroes like him and his Master are not always in our corner when they get involved with the Miraculous Holders and Celestial Guardians.” The man said with a tilt of his head, and sighed, “And as a fellow Cat Holder, I had to come to warn you when uniting with someone that has the power.”

    Fellow cat holder? 

    Adrien stared at him for a moment then gasped, “You’re…?”

    A Cheshire like grin appeared on his face as he then gave a small bow, “My name is Hisashi Midoriya. I was a previous holder of the Cat Miraculous.“

    Shock wearing off, Adrien asked, “Are you…Izuku’s Dad?”

     Hisashi hummed, tilting his head to the other side, “Izuku? Is that his name?”

    “And he’s holding One-For-All.”

    Hisashi closed his eyes, as he then murmured, “…Toshinori.” 

    Adrien frowned, “That’s All Might, right?”

    “So he kept that stupid name Shield gave him…”

     “You’re not answering my questions properly.”

     “You must feel disappointed…” The older man saw the confusion on the boy’s face and chuckled softly, “I mean about how I didn’t listen to Toshinori. What did you think of what you saw?”

       The blond looked thoughtful for a moment, but then murmured, “Despite that you are partners with your teacher. Toshinori was still your friend. And if I learnt anything, is that if your friend is voicing something not right…I would listen, even if it is against an adult you trusted.”

     Hisashi looked surprised for a moment, and chuckled, “I wonder…”

     Suddenly, the ground shook for a moment, making Adrien look around in a panic. Although Hisashi didn’t look surprised at all.

     “What’s happening?” Adrien asked, trying to keep his footing.

     The older man looked at him with a small smile, “I don’t have much more time. Especially since it seems the fight is going to be over soon. I wished we had more time to talk….”

     Adrien blinked as he felt himself vanishing, seeing Hisashi’s back turning to him, and the blond was trying to reach out before Hisashi spoke once more.

    “We’ll see each other again, little kitten. Tell the new Bug I said hello~”

  “Adrien?…Adrien!….Wake up, my son…”

   A groan escaped the blond as his eyes open slowly, feeling pain all over his body. Once his vision cleared, he saw a worried looking Amelie and Aizawa staring down at him, Felix behind them.

   “M-Mom? What…what happened?”

   “I can explain that, if you don’t mind~” Rody also appeared in his field of vision, smiling with Pino and Talli resting on top of his head, “You see…”

   He saw lines of green and orange strings around not just Bakugo and Deku…but around Ladybug and Chat Noir as well. It was then light emerald and pink strings were surrounding them as well.

   “What are those…?” Thunderbird asked himself before looking around to his fellow heroes, “Is anyone else seeing this?”

    “Seeing what?” Rayures asked as she looked confused.

    “The fact that Deku, Bakugo, Ladybug and Chat Noir are glowing?“ Carapace supplied, humming a bit, “I mean we all see that~”

    “You guys can’t see the strings?”

    “Strings?” Shinso asked with a quirked brow, “What strings?”

    “They can’t see it, Young Thunderbird,” Talli appeared beside the bird hero, who jumped in surprise, “If you’re going to ask how I am here, your friend Pino allowed me to come out to support you thanks to your quirk. Interesting power, I must say so myself.”

   “Then…? What are they?”

    “Have you not ever heard of Strings of Fate before?“

    “…Those are real?”

    Talli nodded, “And watch. They are going to help your friends win~”

   Thunderbird turned his head to just see all four heroes racing towards the insane Nine, who was screaming and yelling stuff at them before using his quirks against them. The villain engages Deku, Chat Noir, Bakugo and Ladybug in an intense combat, dodging and going on the offensive as Nine was releasing all his Quirks at their maximum power. Somehow Chat Noir and Ladybug jumped up in the air while the other two heroess were powering themselves up in shared forces, beating Nine down along with the tornado dragons he conjured up. Combining their special powers, Bakugo and Deku managed to shake all of New York, shocking both young and pro-heroes around them while they were protecting the citizens. 

     Delivering the final blow, Chat Noir and Ladybug summoned some sort of magical blast, a mix of the Miraculous Ladybug and Cataclysm. Once Nine fell in defeat, the four heroes were powered down and started falling from the sky. Thunderbird was ready as he and Lady Dragon flew to the skies and caught a now transformed Adrien and Marinette, Tikki and Plagg landing in their arms, unconscious. Their friends gathered around them quickly, with Hawks and Majestia catching Bakugo and Deku in the process.

   “And so, Nine is done, and he along with his crew are captured by the American Heroes Safety Commission and United Heroez are taking them in along with Techno-Pirate.“ Rody finished off his story as he smiled tiredly, giving a thumbs up, “We won.”

   Adrien blinked but then slowly grinned, “We…we actually won?”

    “Yes, Adrien. And we are very proud of you all,” Amelie said softly before hugging him gently, “But you really worried us, you know? Never do that again, you hear me???”

    “S-sorry, Mom…” Adrien smiled weakly before he tilted his head, “What else happened? Where are Deku, Bakugo and Ladybug?”

   “Well they are fine for the most part,” Fei came to Rody’s side with a sigh, “All Might and President Hombee are seeing to them right now.”

    Adrien turned his head to see an unconscious Deku being held by All Might, the heroine Victory placing a hand onto his shoulder in support. It seemed Bakugo and Marinette were being carried into ambulances along with some other heroes.

    “…So it’s over now?”

    “For now,” Aizawa said solemnly, “We are still trying to pinpoint the location of one person. The very one that was transporting the Nomus around but somehow made them vanish when the fight was over.”

    “How…is New York in one piece though?” Adrien looked around, seeing minimal damage, “I thought that with all four combined powers, we would’ve made a huge crater of maybe the whole state…”

    “This I can explain,” Felix murmured as he pulled out his phone and showed his twin the footage of Thunderbird of all people using Miraculous Ladybug and fixing everything and healing some people, “While it’s not as powerful as the real Ladybug, apparently Thunderbird’s Miraculous is able to utilise his quirk into borrowing one’s soul. So, I suppose it’s magic bullsh—“

    “Language.” Aizawa interrupted before Amelie laughed.

     “So Rody managed to do some of Marinette’s work, and had a bit of help from the Ghost Force, Pixie Girl and Sorcerer into cleaning up the rest of New York. The other young heroes also helped out as well.”

    Adrien hummed a little, but then winced as he realized that it hurt to move. Felix noticed this and then gestured his mother to move back before helping Adrien up.

   “Come on, brother. We’re going to have to take you to the hospital as well…”

   Not far from them, Hawks was listening in on the conversation before slipping away for a moment, walking to an alleyway and pressing onto an earpiece he was wearing.

    “Looks like your plan worked a little too well, eh~?”

    “It’s all according to Boss, after all,” A familiar deep raspy voice spoke into Hawks’ ear, chuckling, “It wasn’t like we expected Nine and them to actually win against those brats being aided by Pros. But at least we learnt some interesting things.“

    “Oh yeah?” Hawks tilted his head, “Like what?”

     “As if I would tell you. You’re not initiated fully just yet.”

      Hawks pursed his lips before the voice let out a chuckle. 

    “Anyways, keep playing your role like the good birdie you are and don’t do anything stupid. Until next time, Keigo~”

     Hawks tapped his earpiece with a frown, but then blinked as Tokoyami approached him, “Hey Tsukuyomi~ You doing okay?”

    “I’m fine. Much more than Midoriya and them,” The bird headed male hummed as Liiri rested on his shoulder, “It is good you and the heroes were there on time.”

    “Of course~ As if I’d let my best sidekick be killed,” Hawks noticed Liiri and hummed, “Who’s the chickadee?”

   “Liiri. My companion Kwami of the Eagle Miraculous of Freedom.” A sigh escaped Tokoyami before touching the talon pendant around his next, “I was trying to return it to Pixie Girl-san and Sorcerer-san, but apparently they told me that I was the true holder of the Eagle Miraculous now…”

    “As if I’d let my fledgling go after finally uniting with him!” Liiri huffed as she rested on top of his head now, puffing their cheeks, “You cannot get rid of me that easily!”

     “I do not wish to ‘get rid of you’ as you put it,” Tokoyami said to them softly, “I just did not think I am worth such a powerful artefact in my hands.”

    “It looks like you’re the right person for them, Fumi,” Jess walked beside him as she grinned, “I’m pretty sure that it suits you better than anyone else~!”

    “I would’ve figured it would’ve gone to someone like you, Jessica-san,” Tokoyami tilted his head before looking worried, “Aeon-san is okay?”

    A sigh escaped Jess as she looked conflicted, “Ah, she’s…physically okay. But our moms are kinda having a talk with her.”

    Understanding crossed Tokoyami’s features as he nodded.

    “It is for the best she knew the truth now rather than in an even more dangerous situation just like hours ago.”

    “Still…I am just concerned what this is going to do with her confidence. It was just yesterday she thought she could take on the world and not get hurt.”

    “Better to be realistic than to let her live on in a fantasy of being invincible.”

     “I guess…” 

     Tokoyami reached over to touch her shoulder, almost as if comforting her. Jess looked over at her feathered friend and smiled gratefully at him. 

     “Why don’t we go and see Aeon-san, hm?”

     “…Yeah, let’s go.”

     “You okay, Young Midoriya? I’m so sorry that I’m late…”

     “…Is…Is Kacchan, M-Mari-chan and Adri-kun a-alright?”

     All Might smiled softly, hiding his worry as he tried to joke, “Heh, as usual, you’re more worried about other people than you are of yourself. And they are fine. Beat up and tired…but they’ll live.”

     Izuku tilted his head as he and All Might looked over at the hospital beds nearby them, seeing Bakugo, Marinette and Adrien close together. Izuku had woken up first and naturally All Might was the first to check up on him. 

    “Although Young Bakugo woke up first in a panic trying to look for you three, to the point that the doctor had to put him back to sleep by force. He was real worried about you, Young Marinette and Young Adrien.”

    A sigh of relief escaped the green haired male as he smiled, “Thank goodness…I-I made them do something pretty crazy…”

     “You made them do something…?”

    The former One-For-All Holder looked questionably at him, as his student continued on with a sad look, almost looking like he was about to break.

    “I’m...I'm s-sorry…” He whispered, closing his eyes, “But…I-I transferred it to him...I-I gave One-For-All t-to Kacchan…”

    All Might’s eyes widened in shock, heart stopping for a moment, “You gave him One-For-All?”

    Izuku was quiet for a second, before shakily breathing out in reply.

    “I-If we hadn’t combined the power of One-For-All itself along w-with the power of both t-the Ladybug and Cat…there was no way we could’ve saved everyone…” He explained while All Might listened with bated breath, “The villain would’ve defeated us. That’s why…I don’t regret what I did.”

    All Might knew there was more.

    “B-But I feel terrible…because you chose me to be your successor…” More tears fell down the boy’s face as he sniffled, “B-Because you said that I could become a hero like you…I-I just wanted to protect everyone…no m-matter what it took…”

    “…And that’s just what we did. Together.”

    All Might was surprised that someone cut him off, looking up along with Izuku. Marinette was awake and staring at them with shining eyes. Before the man could stop her, the girl was already getting out of bed, limping all the way to Izuku’s bed and crawled onto it before sitting in front of him. She raised her hands up to touch Izuku’s face, cupping it gently to wipe his tears away.

    “We did it. Your plan worked perfectly and everyone is safe. You may have sacrificed big time by giving up your powers to Katsuki, but we defeated Nine and New York is once again at peace. All thanks to you.”

    Izuku couldn’t stop crying, as Marinette slowly wrapped her arms around him into a gentle hug, letting him sob onto her shoulder. All Might watched with a heavy heart, deciding to give them a moment before getting up and quietly leaving the room.

    As he closed the door behind him, he was surprised seeing the President of the United States and also heroine, Victory, standing close by.

    “Camilla…” 

    “How are the children?”

    All Might walked side by side with her down the hospital hallways, sighing.

    “Resting easy now. I think this battle took a toll on them. Young Midoriya, especially. How are the rest of them?” 

    “Not a lot of casualties. Only just bruises and mild concussions but other than that, the rest of the Miraculous team are alright,” Camilla hummed as she then tilted her head to Toshinori, “Doesn’t the Midoriya kid remind you of—?”

    “Yes. Too much of him, in fact.” The blond rubbed his temple before glancing at the woman, “…And the League? Any signs of their involvement?”

    “None. And the mission from Eraserhead and Nighteye about that cult you were looking for? Also a no go.”

     “Hmmm, it’s almost as if this battle was just a taste of what’s to come.”

    Camila frowned, “…Is this war of yours going to be global?”

    “I am hoping not.” All Might said but looked out the window, “For all our sakes, I am just praying that this will not be a whole World War again.”

    “THAT HUUUUUUURTS!”

    Marinette’s eye twitched for a moment as she was curled in the four hospital beds that were squished into one giant bed, Adrien and Deku on either side of her, wide awake. After an hour nap, Bakugo woke up and was now being checked by Recovery Girl. Apparently the woman was transported here, thanks to Star Stallion, to heal everyone that was part of the battle. 

    “WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED TO MEEEEE?!” Bakugo yelled once more, but was silenced by a puckered up Recovery Girl. 

     Both Marinette and Adrien blushed, covering their eyes when they witnessed the woman smooching his cheek, embarrassed of the scene. According to Deku, that was all part of her healing quirk.

    “It’s still a surprise that you still kept One-For-All…” Adrien spoke up after Recovery Girl left, all four of them facing each other, “I wonder what happened?”

    “My theory is that Kacchan was knocked out before the power could be transferred fully,” Deku responded with a shrug while cuddled up to Marinette and Adrien resting his head onto her shoulder, “But somehow he doesn’t have the slightest memory of the battle and using it.”

     “To be honest, I’m not even sure myself how we won the fight. Sorta blanked out when you guys connected hands,” Marinette then looked to Adrien, “What about you? Do you remember anything?”

    Adrien was quiet for a moment, almost alerting Deku and Marinette on how nervous the blond was looking.

    “…Adrien?”

    “I saw something. And met someone…”

    Bakugo was scrubbing his face for a moment before looking up at him, “What’cha see, Furball?”

   Adrien glowered playfully at him of the nickname before he turned serious, “I saw a vision…o-or maybe a memory? It's of a former black cat…”

    “Who was it? Did he speak to you? Aw, I wished I met a past Ladybug, what was it like?” Marinette asked excitedly before Adrien raised his hand up, “Adrien?”

    “I don’t think I’m ready to share it yet, since I’m still processing what had happened. But I’ll tell you guys when I’m ready. It’s…it’s kinda a lot.”

    Deku looked understanding and nodded, “Take all the time you need.”

    Adrien winced at his words and smiled weakly, almost awkwardly, “Yeah…”

    Marinette and Bakugo looked at each other for a moment before Bakugo decided to change the subject.

    “So what’s the plan now? What’s our next move?”

    “Good question…” Deku hummed, almost closing his eyes when Marinette was scratching the top of his head affectionately, “We’ll need to head to Japan soon and get everyone prepped for U.A. High. Especially with Class A coming back from Nabu Island.”

     “Does that include the three new stragglers that you invited?” Bakugo grunted, closing his eyes when Adrien gestured him to come closer, the spiky blond’s head resting on the French boy's lap.

    “Yeah…why did you not only kidnap Aurore and Mireille, but you actually got one of my childhood friend as well?” Marinette asked as she looked at Deku, who gave a sheepish smile with a shrug.

    “I knew that Socqueline would fit nicely into our group~” Deku tiredly joked, almost yelped when the Ladybug holder pinched his side gently.

     “The dragon, though?” Marinette questioned.

     “It was the most logical idea I had so far.”

     Marinette hummed before she heard a knock on the door. All four of them looked over as it swung open, revealing Kirishima, Kagami, Todoroki and Chloe walking in. 

    “I hope we are not interrupting anything?” Todoroki asked as he and Chloe sat on one of the couches in the room while Kirishima and Kagami remained standing near them.

    “Don’t you all look cozy,” Chloe pointed out, raising a brow at the four in bed, “When did this all happen?”

    “It’s not what you think, Chloe,” Adrien said in a drawl as he shrugged, sort of combing his fingers through Bakugo’s hair, “After the fight, we just sorta…felt the need to be closer. Can’t really explain it, but when we first woke up and we couldn’t find each other—”

    “—It was like something was cut off, missing. Strange, but I almost thought that the boys…” Marinette closed her eyes, and Chloe shut her mouth from any teasing she had previously, “Tikki and Plagg then explained to us that because we used both combined Miraculous with another anomaly that was equal in power, our human bodies got too absorbed into it…”

    “So for now, we stick together until our physical bodies could regulate normally without us going into shock,” Deku added as he soon rolled towards Bakugo, who grunted tiredly. 

     “…So a cuddle party?” Kirishima questioned innocently before he winced when Kagami nudged at him with a shake of her head.

    “I guess so,” Marinette laughed a little as she felt Bakugo roll over to lay his head on her lap now, while  Deku nuzzled further into Bakugo’s back and Adrien mostly cuddled into Marinette more, “Tikki said that the tingling feeling of the powers will deplete tomorrow. So that’s at least good news.”

    “Makes sense that it would be a lot, considering all four of you almost destroyed New York and maybe the neighbouring cities,” Todoroki said plainly, making Deku, Bakugo, Adrien and Marinette groan.

     “If it wasn’t for the Ghost Force, Pixie Girl, Sorcerer and Thunderbird using their combined powers to clean up the cities, I think the government would punish us severely. Probably never to be allowed in American soil again,” Kagami said with a nod.

    “Gee, way to make us feel better guys.” Adrien rolled his eyes in sarcasm.

     “It’s the truth though, look,” Chloe pulled out her phone to show the news articles and videos talking about them, although Deku and Bakugo’s faces were blurred out, “All Might thought that you guys needed to stay low for now.”

    “Which is good. I don’t wanna some wannabe tabloids and gossip rags hounding me,” Bakugo said but then blinked when he suddenly felt a new weight on top of him and saw Todoroki laying on him, “…The hell are you doing, Icy Hot?”

    “Don’t friends usually have this kind of contact to feel better?” Todoroki asked innocently before Chloe made herself comfortably close to Adrien, still looking at her phone.

   “We aren’t friends, you bastard—Oi!” Bakugo looked down when Kirishima was laying his head onto the blond’s leg, Kagami snuggled up to him, “What are you idiots doing now?!”

    “Cuddle party! Like a bonding moment~” The red head chirped, while Kagami was patting Marinette’s hand in comfort, “Besides, you guys looked so comfortable, and when Todoroki made the move, we all joined in~”

    “Where is Yaomomo anyways?” Deku asked curiously, Kagami perking up at the question.

    “She is still recovering. Nathaniel, Marc and Alix are with her right now,” Kagami responded, reaching Kirishima’s hand and playing with his fingers idly, “But she should be better by tomorrow.”

    Suddenly, the door burst open and everyone looked over to see Rose looking bright eyed at them, along with a sheepish looking Juleka and deadpanned Shinso.

   “You guys having a slumber party?!” The strong girl clapped her hands, squealing in excitement, “Can we join?”

   “Someone say slumber party?” Nino’s head popped in as well, grinning as Sabrina and Felix also peeked in, “Awesome! I want in!”

    “Is Izuku awake? What’s going on?” Lila also was trying to push into the room, with Luka trying to reign her in.

    Bakugo felt his head throb at too many people in the room, comically yelling to the point of almost popping a blood vessel, “If none of you are the Nerd, Spots or Furball, WOULD YOU IDIOTS GET THE FUCK OUT?!”

      Rody stared down at the Miracle Box in hand for a moment with a confused look, before looking back up at Holly and Aster, the Ghost Force gang behind them in their civilian forms.

     “…Are you sure you’d want to leave this to me? I mean you guys seem the more worthy and experienced?” He asked slowly, while Aster chuckled in amusement.

    “Who are we to question the previous Master’s wish to make you Guardian? Besides, it is not like we can just take it from you?”

    “Not if you want your memories erased~” Holly said in a sing-song voice, making Rody sweat drop for a moment.

    “I already told you that you are the Guardian now until you have decided to retire, WHICH would be a long LONG time. Plus, you are holding the Thunderbird Miraculous, meaning you’ll have to lead your future team,“ Talli rested on Rody’s shoulder with a stern frown.

     Rody rolled his eyes upwards with a groan, “I still feel like this is all happening so fast and unreal at the moment…”

    Fei smiled as she patted his arm, “I mean, I thought that way too when I had the Prodigious the first time. But you gotta give yourself credit, Rody. You actually managed to be a hero and save the day.”

    “Ugghhh my street cred…” Rody whined playfully, making the others laugh. 

    “So, what now? I wish you could just stay in New York, ya know?” Liv joked, “It would be nice to have more allies our age here…”

    “You’re not coming with us?” Fei and Rody asked at the same time, making the American heroes look confused.

    “Why would we? We belong here?” Holly said with an unsure look, looking at her partner, “Right?”

    “Then again, with the Southern Miracle Box on the move, it is our duty to keep an eye out for it and it’s guardian,” Aster hummed, looking thoughtful while fixing his glasses.

    “But New York?” Holly was gesturing around her, “We swore to protect the city.”

    “You know there’s always us, right? And the United Heroez…as useful as they can be at times~” Andy quipped with a grin, making Mike and Liv roll their eyes. 

    Holly and Aster looked at each other before looking back to Rody and Fei.

    “As much as it would be an honour meeting other young heroes, particularly those holding the Miraculous, I’m afraid we cannot leave America alone.” Aster sighed solemnly as Holly nodded.

    “Especially with The Witch still prowling around,”

    “The Witch?” Rody questioned as Aster glowered. 

   “One of our mortal enemies. She wishes to harness the secrets of American Magic and, you know, rule the world by being the most powerful being in the universe and all that evil jazz,” He made air quotations with an eye roll, making the blonde beside him snort.

    “She’s a nasty piece of work. But it’s not only her, there’s also her boss, Dracula—“

    “A-are you seriously talking about the bleh-bleh-belgh, Dracula?!” Rody asked while making clawing gestures and front teeth out while making the sounds, Fei covering her mouth from laughing beside him.

   “Don’t laugh, he’s real dangerous. Not to mention he’s working side by side with Mama Witch,” Aster coughed and tried to be serious, but it was sort of hard considering the Ghost Force and Holly were trying not to giggle as well.

    “But we could handle Goblins, Trolls and Gargoyles too~ It’s not just ghosts we can whoop ass~” Andy countered, but then hummed, “But oh man…wouldn’t it be cool to go to a superhero school? I mean there’s I-Island, but they are mostly Support Crew and Science Nerds.”

    “Why don’t you come?” Fei asked curiously, but Liv gave a weak smile.

    “We have family here. Our parents don’t even know we’re superheroes that protect New York every single day, the very reasons why we keep skipping and failing school?”

   Mike agreed, “As much as we would love to join you…I’m afraid we can’t—”

   Andy let out a shout, making everyone jump.

   “Argh! It’s totally not fair! Why don’t we tag along with them?”

    Liv levelled a look to her twin brother, “Mom and Dad won’t allow us to go to Japan?”

    “Well not unless we had help from certain adults to get us there~?” Andy waggled his brows as Mike looked thoughtful for a moment.

    “…Dad is good friends with Rock Lock.”

    “Mike!” 

    “Liv, Andy has a point!” The Blue Ghost hero waved his hands in front of him when the girl glared at him with her hands on her hips like some stern parent, “Besides, why don’t we ask Miss Jones about it?”

   “I’ve been meaning to ask this, since you’ve mentioned that name a few times but…who’s Miss Jones?” Fei asked curiously. 

   Andy decided to answer with a chuckle, “She’s kinda like our boss. She’s also our science teacher in NYC High.”

   Liv continued, “She recruited the three of us to form a secret team, the Ghostforce, to protect New York City from the wild ghosts that terrorizes it. We also kinda have another team member who isn’t here.”

   “Who?” Rody and Fei asked before Andy snickered.

    “Glowboo.”

    “….Bless you?” Rody said slowly before Liv almost facepalmed.

   “Haha, that’s his name. Glowboo is an android created by Miss Jones to help us during our missions,” Mike explained properly, “We can go meet him and Miss Jones now if you like.”

  “Lady Holly and I should look into the missing Miraculous,” Aster spoke softly, glancing at the Pixie Holder, “With the Southern Miracle Box now in good hands, there’s hope that maybe the Miracle Box of the North and it’s Miraculous might be hidden somewhere.”

    Rody perked up at this, “…Did you want help finding them?”

    This made Holly and Aster look at him with bewilderment.

    “…You’d want to help us?” Aster breathed out, Holly’s eyes sparkling with hope.

    Rody chuckled, “I am a Guardian after all. And isn’t it a heroic duty as one to help all Miraculous holders?”

    A squeal came out of Holly as she swooped in to bring Rody into a hug, surprising both Fei and Aster.

    “You’ll really help us?! For really really!?”

    “Y-Yes, um, yes…c-choking, not breathing!” Rody wheezed out, almost turning blue but Liv separated them much to Rody’s relief.

    Aster looked unsure, “I’m afraid it’s not just going to take a day. In fact, it might take longer than the year we have tried searching, my friend. As we’ve told you before, we seem to be the only ones holding what remains of the American Miraculous other than the Southern Miracle Box you recently acquired.”

     Andy hummed, “We’ve tried helping them look since discovering them, but no go.”

    “As if science and technology can find magical artefacts as old as the Miraculi…” Hecca said with a drawl at the other red head, who shrugged at the Kwami.

    “The only clue I have was that Florra said that her previous holder knew of four Miraculous but they vanished. And then she was gone, thanks to Mama Witch.” A pained look came on Holly’s face, then braved it out when Aster patted her shoulder, “But even then, we don’t know where the four Miraculous are nor feel any sense of where they could be.”

    “That sounds awful. Again, I am sorry that you have gone through such ordeals.” Fei said honestly, hand over her heart them looked to Rody, “Aster is right. We cannot do much to help them since we are leaving as soon as the rest of the Miraculous Team checks out of the hospital.”

    “It is alright. Thank you for the sentiments on trying to help us, but I think our place is here in New York.” Aster smiled weakly at Fei, as Holly had to turn her head away with slumped shoulders.

    Fei honestly felt bad. She wished she could do more.

    Rody’s ears twitched for a moment as they continued to talk, his head turned to look off somewhere and Pino stilled. With the American teens and Fei still exchanging words, Rody let himself walk away from them for a moment, brows creased down and lips pursed.

    “…Do you hear that, Pino?”

    Pino shivered, cooing softly with a nod.

    “I see you feel it too.”

    Rody and Pino looked to Talli resting on the boy’s other shoulder, staring off in the distance to Central Park.

    “What is that?”

    “Spirits. Four of them.” Talli hummed, as Rody’s eyes glowed for a moment, “They are calling for help.”

   “Do you think it’s has to do with the Four Miraculous?” He asked his Kwami companion, as Pino’s wings fluttered with hope.

    “Why don’t we find out?“

     Rody looked at the knowing smile that was on the Kwami’s face and grinned, nodding his head and was about to step towards the park when he felt himself pulled back by his jacket. Falling to the ground, he looked up at a panicked Fei, Liv, Holly and Mike while Andy and Aster looked fearfully pissed.

    “What did you think you were doing man?! Trying to off yourself?!” Andy yelled straight at his face as Aster helped him up, “DO you know HOW MANY traffic deaths happen in New York? DO ya?!“

     “Easy An…” Liv murmured to her twin brother, trying to calm him down.

    “Rody, why did you do that?” Fei demanded as she checked her friend over, eyes wide and her face pale.

    Rody looked apologetic as he then looked behind her, “Something was calling us. I had to go check.“

    “Calling you?” Mike asked, glancing at his friend before looking back at Rody, “What was calling you?”

    “I didn’t hear anything,” Holly tilted her head in confusion.

    “It is thanks to his quirk and him using the Thunderbird Miraculous, his senses of the spirits and the beyond are heightened,” Talli looked proudly at her wielder, “To the point that I believe he has located four souls that might be owners of the Miraculous you are looking for.”

     “That’s impossible.” Florra spoke from Holly’s purse with big eyes, “We have been trying to sense the missing Miraculous and possible holders, and never had once felt or heard anything.”

    “It seems my chosen has~” Talli almost looked giddy at this, almost in pride, making Rody look sheepish.

    “Well, what are we waiting for? Why don’t we check it out then?“ Andy said, already excited.

    “Don’t you think we should tell Sister Marinette and Brother Adrien first?” Fei wondered out loud.

    “And what if it’s a trap?” Aster logically added, concern in his eyes.

     “But what if it’s a chance?” Holly countered.

    “Me and the boys will get Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Liv suggested, already powering up along with Andy and Mike, “Holly and Aster will following you two towards whatever it is that’s calling Rody.”

   Rody and Fei looked at each other before nodding.

   “Just meet us in Central Park, Fei can even text you our coordinates.”

    With the Ghost Force making their way to the hospital, Aster glanced at Holly with a nervous look.

    “Is it really this easy?”

     Holly knew that Aster had been disappointed through the year every time they were close to finding the Miraculous of the North, and took his hand gently to comfort him.

    “We won’t know until we find out? Besides, if it turns out to be another dead end…we’ll still keep on looking.”

    The red haired Brit felt a bit more at ease, squeezing his partner’s hand back to signal he was okay.

    Fei watched them for a moment before looking back at Rody, “Alright Rods, lead the way.”

    “It’s too bad Katsuki kicked us out. I really did want a cuddle pile and a slumber party,” Rose pouted softly, flopping onto Shinso’s lap and looked at everyone in the room with her while Juleka stroked the blonde’s hair while leaning against Shinso.

    “Let them rest. They did most of the saving by defeating Nine. They deserve a bit of peace and quiet before we leave,” Nathaniel spoke up from his seat, sketching something in his book.

    “Speaking of…” Nino looked towards Aurore and Mireille, “How did you two get dragged into this?”

    “The red head with the teeth and the pretty girl with him brought us here,” Aurore murmured before she looked at her former schoolmates with a frown, holding Stompp in her arms, “So I’m assuming that you are all working with Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

    “W-well yes…” Marc looked sheepish at her face towards them, and sweat-dropped, “I-It wasn’t like we could tell you…by the way, Aurore, how are you feeling?”

    “Traumatized? Exhausted? Just…I dunno,” The blonde murmured, hugging herself, “One minute, I’m in Paris’ hospital, the next I’m in this creepy place with creepy kids and a whack-job doctor—“

     “What creepy kids?” Felix questioned.

Mireille took this time to chime in, stroking Ziggy gently.

     “We were apparently kidnapped by the doctor that was handling Aurore. And there were others like us where we were held, and the kids there…they were acting like zombies. But Aurore and I managed to escape that place and was rescued by some Japanese policeman.”

    “You thinking human trafficking?” Alix wondered while eating some sliced apples by Sabrina, who seemed to be cutting up fruits she had apparently gotten.

    “More like quirk trafficking. Considering that Aurore and Mireille both have quirks now,” Shinso pointed out, figuring out Aurore had a Storm Quirk…but with Mireille, he wasn’t sure of since she didn’t even know if she had powers or not.

   “Really living up the Stormy Weather name…” Lila murmured with a huff, Chloe stomping her foot and smirked when the Italian yelped in pain. 

   Although the blonde felt eyes glaring daggers at her and turned her head with a huff, “What?”

   Socqueline almost sneered at the rich girl, arms folded as Longg rested on top of her head, “How are you a hero? Last time I met you, you got me expelled from school and I had to move to another part of Paris.”

   “Chloe is sorry about that, right Chloe?” Sabrina looked over at her best friend as Chloe huffed.

    “Says the martial arts tomboy that almost broke my face and destroyed my phone!”

    “You haven’t changed one bit, Bourgeois.”

    “Bite me, Wang.”

     “Hey now~” Nino got in between them as he raised a brow, then looked to Socqueline, “I’m sorry that you had experienced the Chloe Tyranny like everyone in the room here, but I can vouch that she has…halfway kinda sorta turned over a new leaf?”

    “Are you serious?” The Chinese girl was waving her hands around with gestures, “Did you forget that she, her lackey over there and the neanderthal of a jock that is Lê Chiến Kim basically tortured and broke Marinette’s heart?! How Chloe bullied all of us?!”

    Nino winced, trying to placate the girl, “I get it, and that was a long time ago—“

    “And you!” She poked her finger at his chest, surprising the DJ, “You’re the coward that let it all happen!” 

    “Stop it!” Nathaniel stood up now, frowning disapprovingly, “Socqueline, you were gone since we graduated from collège, and frankly not all of us are the same as you remember. While, yes, it was recent that Chloe has decided to slowly be a better person. However, she has shown a lot of progress.”

    Socqueline didn’t look convinced and huffed quietly, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

    Todoroki decided to change subject, “What about Zoe-san? What happened with her?”

    “Ah, I talked with Aizawa-sensei about that. Apparently Zoe is now in All Might’s custody with the help of Victory and David Shield. Turns out, Mister Plastic had enough that he decided to sign his parental rights fully over to the State.” Shinso stated, remembering what his mentor had told him this morning.

    “That sucks. I mean, she kinda sucked before, but I don’t wish any family to abandon their own…” Alix said with a wince, making Marc look uncomfortable.

    Kirishima perked up at the sudden whoosh sound outside the hallways and peeked out for a moment, Kagami looking towards the red head curiously. The two of them then blinked as three coloured ghosts were holding both Marinette and Adrien’s in their arms and flying out the hospital building.

    The two looked at each other for a moment.

    “…Should we follow them?” Kirishima asked as Kagami smiled, feeling Orikko resting on her shoulder.

    “I think we should.”

    With a murmur of “Orikko, Sunrise!” and transforming into Onagadori, she picked up Kirishima in her arms easily, which surprised the red head for a moment. Conjuring some wings on her back, she soon flew out of the window to follow after the Ghost Force. 

    Nathaniel was the only one that watched all this, noting that his other friends didn’t seem to have caught on to anything that happened outside the room. Silently, he got up and decided to visit Momo’s room to check up on her. 

     “Where are you taking us?”

     Fury was thankful that Marinette stopped wriggling around, hitting his shoulder and chest after swooping into her room then taking her to the skies. Maybe he should’ve picked up Adrien instead, but Myst beat him to it.

     “I’m sorry, I know you’re recovering and all, but this was an emergency!” The green Ghost Force leader explained, while Krush floated beside them.

     “Rody has seem to have found other Miraculous at Central Park. And maybe it’s holders.” 

    Both Marinette and Adrien gasped.

   “Do you think it’s really them?”  Adrien asked, feeling excitement of meeting other Miraculous wielders from America before Myst looked concerned.

    “I hope so…” 

    Marinette noticed her expression, but before she could question it, she heard a whistle from below them. Looking down, she saw Thunderbird soaring towards them, along with Lady Dragon.

    “Good, you’re both here. I might need you to transform into Ladybug and Chat Noir before I show you what I, Lady Dragon, Pixie girl and Sorcerer found.” Thunderbird said promptly before flying down back to the trees below them, Lady Dragon following him.

    Exchanging glances for a moment, both the Ladybug and Cat holder transformed immediately, the Ghost Force landing and placed them down. Ladybug noticed that indeed, Pixie Girl and the Sorcerer were there and looking to the ground with pale faces and wide eyes.

   “What’s going on?” Chat Noir asked, looking worried for the two that looked like they were going to throw up.

    Lady Dragon turned into her humanoid form before looking awkward and horrified, “W-well…I’m sure the Ghost Force told you why we’re here?”

    Ladybug nodded, “You said you might’ve found other Miraculous and their holders.”

    Chat Noir looked around, before landing to look at Thunderbird, “Well? Where are they?”

    Thunderbird pursed his lips, before pointing a gloved finger down on the ground. This confused them at first, before Fury let out a curse word and gasps from Krush and Myst. Chat Noir was about to question what had them spooked, when Ladybug let out a distraught sound.

    Shakingly placing her hands over her mouth, she looked towards Thunderbird’s serious expression.

   “A-are they…?”

    “Not quite…” Thunderbird murmured as he crouched down and touched the matted forest floor, closing his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, “I feel magic underneath here. And it’s pulsing.”

    “Meaning they are alive down there,“ Talli appeared on top of Thunderbird’s head, shocking Ladybug.

    “H-How are you here?” Chat Noir stepped over, looking at the bird Kwami, “I thought Kwamis are stuck in the suits when transformed?”

    “Thanks to my Chosen’s quirk, I am able to be out and about~” Talli said haughtily, before turning serious as they looked down at the ground, “But yes, it seems there are four beings buried under here.”

    “Alive?!” Myst yelped, shaking and Fury had to calm her down.

    “Maybe they are in a comatose state,” The Sorcerer said softly before looking to Pixie Girl, “Did you not say that a year ago, the previous Pixie Girl landed in this park and passed Florra down to you before leaving this world?”

   Snapping out of her shock, Pixie Girl squeaked with tremor, “A-ah, well, yes! That’s right.”

   “Was she alone?”

    The caught the winged fairy like heroine off guard at her partner’s question, before looking thoughtful, “…S-She was…I think…?”

     The Sorcerer frowned.

    “I have a theory…what if the previous Pixie Girl wasn’t alone. What if she had a team, friends, who were also Miraculous Holders? What if she escaped something while they were cursed by some villain…?”

    Thunderbird caught onto what he was saying, “It would explain why I can feel souls down here.”

    “So…are they really alive down there? But how?” Chat Noir asked, hopeful and yet mortified.

     “It’s possible that they are still using their Miraculous. Meaning the suits has protected them and placed them into a magical coma.” Talli theorised as well, looking concerned, “But to do it for this long?”

     “How is it that I couldn’t have sensed them before?” The Sorcerer murmured, looking frustrated.

     “I think it has something to do with this?“ Thunderbird was pointing at something, and everyone looked to the direction…and saw nothing.

    “…Whaaaaaaat are you looking at, Thunderbird?” Fury asked curiously, Thunderbird looking surprised.

    “Can’t you see it?” He asked, making Lady Dragon look concerned.

    “See what?” She asked, making Thunderbird look even more puzzled.

     “The gravestones? Can’t you seem them?”

      “Gravestones?” Ladybug looked around once more, seeing nothing and then shaking her head, “I do not see anything, Thunderbird. I’m sorry…”

    “As I’ve told you, they can’t see what you can, my Chosen. It is because they are not powerful enough, and your quirk helps a ton with the powers of the Thunderbird. Honestly, I can understand why,” Talli chuckled, as she flew around for a moment, “It’s quite a powerful curse from a high level witch.“

    The Sorcerer looked up with a frown, “…Are you saying that is why no one, not even me and my family, could sense them all this time? Because of a Witch’s Curse?”

   “Correct! I assume this is why Pala also did not  know about this. From what I can guess, this sort of curse is to make sure that those buried down here are not to be found, magic or otherwise. If it’s true that perhaps the Previous Pixie Holder has escaped the grasp of the caster, then perhaps whoever cursed these poor souls was someone dangerous…”

    “And…t-the gravestones?” Krush asked slowly, before Talli hummed.

     “I believe they are more of Hex Tombs than markings of a grave.”

     “What are Hex Tombs?” Lady Dragon asked, seeing the ominous expression on Sorcerer.

     “With this sort of spell, it requires A LOT of power,” He explained, as he was summoning his spell-book in hand then flipping the pages with a frown, “Dark magic like this has some requirements. Think like how back in the day, Witches and Wizards used Blood Magic—”

     “T-There is THAT sort of magic?!” Myst, Ladybug and Lady Dragon yelped and hugged each other with exclaimed fear, making the boys sweat drop for a moment.

     Sorcerer raised a brow, “…Y-Yes? But I think the caster used Curse Magic. Less of a mess and hassle.”

    “Curse Magic?” Thunderbird questioned him, “What’s the difference?”

    “It’ll be easier to understand if you think of curse magic as something like a lock and key,” The wizard like hero explained, as he was waving a hand when a light illusion of a lock and key appeared before them, “You can place a lock to bound people with a curse, then set a key that will unlock it and dispel the curse…”

     Ladybug folded her arms across her chest while Chat Noir tilted his head to the side in confusion. 

     “But, why even have a key? Why let the cursed person know you can break the curse?” The Cat hero asked, “Isn’t it better not to tell them from a caster’s point of view?”

     This made Sorcerer smirk in bitter amusement.

     “Curses always come with a cost.”

     Everyone was quiet at that, especially with Ladybug. This seems familiar, she would think.

      “If you try and change someone’s life, then there’s a huge price for that. But if you create a key to lift that curse, then the risk deceases.” The red head paused as he adjusted his hat, “Then what do you think will happen if you actually tell the victim the way to lift the curse?”

     Fury raised a hand, “So, it’s like a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card!”

     The Sorcerer chuckled, “That’s one way of putting it. The cost that you’ll pay for that curse decreases exponentially. So you would take the victim’s characteristics into consideration and pretty much tell them ‘I bet you can’t even do this~!’ And make that the key.”

    “But what if you don’t pay for it?” Ladybug asked, as the Sorcerer sighed.

     “That’s where Blood Magic comes in. It is not necessary to make a “key”, but if you don’t do so then something like the rest of your lifespan, health, a part of your body….or maybe someone’s life is payment enough. Equivalent Exchange.” It was then the red head said something in a dark tone and smirked, “I think you can even destroy a great country by taking the lives of ten thousand people?Scumbags that love to use the lives of others than their own…” 

    “That’s horrible!” Ladybug yelled, looking sick to her stomach as Chat Noir also paled.

     “But that was old practice. No one really does that anymore,” The Sorcerer assures, “At least, my family and many other good Witches and Wizards find that a bit taboo because it goes against Nature, the purest magic itself. I mean the Kwamis themselves are beings that are contracted entities that requires energy.”

    Ladybug thought about it before murmuring, “When…we feed them?”

     “Exactly,” The red haired magician nodded, “But they can also feed into your Mana when you bond with them in the form you are in now. I mean, did you not find it odd how you all feel tired after de-transforming?”

    Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other, and so did Thunderbird and Lady Dragon.

    “…Did you guys seriously not realise that?” The Sorcerer said in surprise, “It is why Pixie Girl and I don’t get involved so much in heroic affairs. Because it takes a lot of energy out of us…”

     “Is it also the same with our ghosts?” Fury asked, remembering his little companion, Dragoyle, the very being that gives him his powers currently.

     “Yes, actually. I am even surprised that you have tamed such creatures considering that pretty much Dark Types of Magical beings are untamable.”

    “But…we feed our kwamis?” Chat Noir said, dumbfounded, “Plagg eats a lot of cheese…”

    “That is not enough. Maybe that will sate them like a snack, but they would need more than normal food . To have them in fighting shape in power when bonded with their holders, your energies must be compatible to maintain your connection with one another. For example, I notice that Queen Bee is much more powerful than King Stinger when using the Bee Miraculous,” Sorcerer pointed out.

    “So…a human and a Kwami have to be compatible?” Ladybug did remember Master Fu saying that.

    “Correct. It’s sort of like a plug connecting to an electric socket. If the voltage is not matched, there is a high chance that one or the other might damage themselves or be corrupted.” 

    “Like Hawkmoth?” 

     The Sorcerer tilted his head, “This is the villain from your country, yes? The one that is missing?”

    “There was another. Mayura. The previous holder of the Peacock,” Ladybug sighed, “But she went missing too.”

     “That’s unfortunate…”

     “…So someone cursed these people below us?” Fury murmured after a minute, everyone else sort of reeling at Sorcerer’s words.

    “They were silenced by someone,” Myst looked sad but then gasped, “But if they are alive…!”

    “We have to dig them out!” Pixie Girl was soon bringing forth her magic and summoned vines from the trees, before Sorcerer stopped her.

    “If we try digging them out by force, we might activate the curse and hurt them more!”

     Ladybug’s head clicked, “The Hex Tombs? Are they the keys to this curse?”

    The Sorcerer gave a sharp smile, “Now you’re getting it. I think whoever the Witch that cursed these people didn’t think that someone would find them so quickly. Maybe they expected hundreds of years to go by before the curse’s time weakened and someone came across them.”

    “Luckily, we have someone that found them at last!” Lady Dragon said in hope, making the bird hero look perplexed.

    “M-Me? Free them?”

    “It is why the souls called for you. They can feel that you can feel them too. So they cried for help in hopes that you would come and rescue them.” Talli spoke to her holder dearly, and Thunderbird gulped.

    “…What if I screw up?”

    “You won’t.” Ladybug assured him as she patted his shoulder, “We’re here in support for you, you’re not alone. You can do this, Thunderbird. You are these missing Miraculous Holders’ only hope!”

    With those encouraging words, and the agreement looks from the rest of the teen heroes, Thunderbird felt a bit more confident. Nodding his head, he soon turned his head to  the Hex Tombs that he alone could see.

    “Okay…so what should I do?”

     “First, take look at the tombs. Are there any writings or some sort of markings on them?” The Sorcerer asked, as Thunderbird looked to the Hex Tombs.

    “…There are symbols on all four of them?”

     “Can you tell us what they are?”

    Thunderbird squinted his eyes for a moment, as he observed them.

    “Okay, well, the first one looks like…a squid ring?”

    Fury and Chat Noir looked at him deadpanned, as if not believing what he was saying right now.

    “Are…you sure?” Lady Dragon asked slowly, wondering if what her partner is saying is correct.

    “Wait, wait! Uh, there’s what seems to be like wings under it…oh, that might be a halo than a squid ring.”

     Ladybug sighed at this, while the boys snickered along with Pixie Girl.

     “What are the other symbols?” The Sorcerer urged the bird hero to continue.

     “Another one has a horse head that has a horn…a fish tail aaaaand a butterfly?”

     Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other in surprise. Another Butterfly Miraculous? Then again, they had Lady Dragon, so it made sense there might be other variants of Miraculous. Especially if there are some copying from the Original Chinese Miracle Box. At least, that was what Ladybug remembered from Master Fu’s lessons.

      “Good. Now that we know the symbols, we can use those as keys as a way to free them,” The wizard like hero soon was flipping through his spell book as he summoned his staff, “You’re just gonna have to repeat after me. Once you do, you’ll enter the same plane as the spirits and their indicators are the symbols you just saw. Once you find them, you contact me spiritually by reciting the words I will tell you in a minute. The rest of you? Be ready for anything in case something happens. There will be times that when breaking a curse, the caster might’ve set booby traps to stop us.”

     “B-Booby traps?” Krush yelped, as Thunderbird sat down cross-legged on the ground in from of the tombstones in front of him and felt Sorcerer kneeling next to him.

      “Remember, just go for the symbols and nothing else. Let nothing stop you, no matter what. There will be things that will try and distract you from reaching your destination and/or try and  scare you away by using your biggest fears and traumas of the past. But don’t. Especially do not interact with The Man in the Chair.”

     Thunderbird nodded, “Okay.”

      The Sorcerer then leaned in and whispered into his ear, the other hero listening attentively. Ladybug wished she could hear what was being said, but with a worried look from Chat, she decided to leave it alone. Thunderbird seemed to be silent as Sorcerer leaned back, giving him a moment to process everything. 

     “I’m ready when you are.” Thunderbird murmured, as he was holding his sickle in hand and closed his eyes.

     “Do you even know what you’re doing?” Lady Dragon asked, but then felt Ladybug’s hand on her shoulder.

    “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine.” She smiled at the other, and Lady Dragon relaxed a little. 

    The Sorcerer let his spell book float in front of him as he then began to glow a blue magical hue, the light soon embedded to his star staff, breathing out.

     “As above, so below. As I believe the world to be, so it is.”

     Thunderbird slowly repeated the words, and soon the two were chanting in sync, sort of creeping everyone out except for Lady Dragon and Ladybug. The Shanghai heroine felt nervous as she watched Thunderbird’s breathing slowed, and his whole body was glowing the same way she saw him handling Sole Crusher. 

    ‘Please let him come back in one piece…’

    Rody gasped as he saw he was in the same darkness when inside Sole Crusher…except this time, it felt like he was in a cold freezer. Shivering, he rubbed his arms up and down before looking around.

Nothing.

    “Well, so much for that…” He murmured but then realised that neither Pino or Talli are with him. 

     He was alone.

     Rody sniffed, trying to keep calm at the fact that not only was he powerless since he was not in his Thunderbird form, but the fact that with this sort of silence and feeling of loneliness…

    …this could make him go mad.   

    “Okay, focus and find the symbols. Nothing to distract me, yup yup…” He said out loud, trying to walk towards where he was feeling the calls were coming from. He just had to focus on finding those symbols and—

    “Where you going, son?”

     Rody almost froze in shock at the voice, but kept walking as his eyes hardened. Do not turn around.

    “Are you still mad at me for leaving you and your siblings, Rodster?”

    ‘Don’t turn around, no matter what. Focus.’ Rody would think to himself, and closed his eyes when he felt something block his path, breathing heavily as the voice distorted demonically.

    “YoU tOo gOoD fOr mE nOw, hUh, LitTLe bAstard~? I rAiSeD yOu bEtTeR thAn tHat~“

     Rody just walked around the entity and kept walking, ignoring the growls and mocking voice beckoning him to open his eyes and pay attention to him.

    ‘There is no way that I would even want to look at my old man…’

    “Big Brother?”

     Twin voices of children next. A boy and a girl.

     Rody almost faltered for a second, but remembered this wasn’t real and kept pushing forward.

    “Big Brother? Why are you ignoring us?”

    “Did you abandon us, too?”

    “You’re worse than Dad.“

    “We hate you, Rody.”

     “We’re better off without you in our lives.”

     “Should’ve died instead of Mom.”

    As much as it pained him to hear Roro and Lala’s voice saying those things, Rody couldn’t stop. He can’t stop moving until he finds those souls…

    Ladybug gasped as she watched Thunderbird convulsing in place for a second, Lady Dragon already at his side and holding his hands.

    “Is this supposed to happen?!” She asked frantically.

    The Sorcerer looked solemn but nodded.

    “Thankfully, he’s on the right track. Currently, there are forces that are trying to break his spirit and cut the connection to return to his physical form.”

    “W-what happens if something does, ya know, cut him off?” Chat Noir wondered in worry.

    “Hopefully with the Thunderbird Miraculous, Talli could pull him back out. Pino could do the same, considering how powerful Rody’s quirk apparently is. Gotta say, it’s a good thing his quirk and Miraculous match up to be an all-in-one superpower weapon,” The Sorcerer murmured, keeping his staff focused over Thunderbird’s head.

    “I think we lost them…”

    “We couldn’t have? We were going the same speed as them. I even used Speed with my Miraculous.” 

    Kirishima looked at Onagadori in concern for a moment before sighing, knowing it was pointless to go on. As he was about to suggest to go back, a sudden feeling washed over him. Astonished, he heard something from a distance and strained his ears to listen. It almost sounded like some sort of song…and it was coming from—

     “…Dori-chan, wait!”

    Onagadori stopped mid-flight in the air as she lookeed over at the red head, “What is it, Ei?”

    “There’s something calling me. Over there!” He pointed over to the east, the Rooster heroine looking over, “I think we should go over there.”

     “What about the Ghost Force, Adrien and Marinette?”

     “We’ll catch up to them later. Right now, I think someone needs our help.” 

     Trusting his instincts, Onagadori decided to follow Kirishima’s instructions and started flying to where he was pointing, hoping that this wasn’t some sort of trap. The red head kept his eyes trained as he told the Rooster Heroine where to go, the feeling and the sound that was calling to him growing stronger and stronger. Until eventually, they ended up in some sort of beach. Kirishima told Onagadori to land, the two then stepping onto the sandy grounds before looking around.

    “So? Do you still hear anything, Ei?” The Rooster heroine asked as Kirishima looked around some.

    “I do…I think we’re getting closer…” He murmured before he stepped off near the sea for a moment, but paused, as he then felt a warm sensation flowing through him, “What in the…?”

    “Ei?”

    The Hardening Quirk user placed a finger up, signalling for Onagadori to lower her voice, as he crouched down on the ground. Eyes narrowed and lips pursed, he placed a hand on the wet sand, feeling it for a moment with deep concentration. He suddenly stood up, whirling around to Onagadori with a panicked look.

    “I think there’s someone down here! We need to dig them up now!”

    “Sublimation!”

    Copying Kirishima’s Hardening quirk as he quickly activated his, the two started digging the spot that the red head at pointed at, creating a large hole until suddenly Onagadori felt something touch her hand.

     “Wait!”

     Kirishima paused as he reached out and touched the object that the Rooster heroine hit, blinking as the two noticed it was—

     “It’s a Mini Miracle Box…but it looks different than our ones,” Onagadori murmured as the box started glowing slightly, almost pulsing like a heart beat, “…What if this is calling to you specifically because you are it’s Chosen?”

   “Nah, there’s no way…" Kirishima laughed, shaking his head but then was quiet for a second before looking at the girl, “…There’s n-no way I’m supposed to have this, right?”

    Onagadori shrugged, then urged him, “Why not open it and find out?”

    An audible gulped sounded from the red head for a moment as he looked down at the box, frowning a little with an unsure look. How was he supposed to feel about this? While, yes, he is one of the Guardians of the Miraculous…but he didn’t think he was going to get his own Miraculous. He gave up that idea when he gave the Turtle mantle back, couldn’t be Mandrake again and thought he was going continue on without a Miraculous.

     Was this fate?

    Closing his eyes, he quickly opened the box and felt warmth at his face and opened his eyes to see a floating Kwami staring back at him. This Kwami was coloured blue with red and black linings and red eyes, almost looking shark like with the way it was grinning at him.

    “Hello, my Chosen~! I am Nepp, the Kwami of Waters~!“

    “Er, hi?” Kirishima greeted with a grin of his own, Onagadori smiling at the scene before her, “S-Sorry to disappoint you, but you got it all wrong. I’m not your Chosen? I can’t be…”

    “But you came when I called!” Nepp tilted their head to the side as they stared up at the young hero, “I have been trying to summon and wait for my Chosen for centuries now. But I felt you close by. If you really weren’t my chosen, you wouldn’t have heard me and come to my rescue~”

    “I told you so.” Onagadori said with a smile, Kirishima looking at her with a pout.

     Nepp floated around Kirishima’s head, observing him for a moment before smiling, “You look strong. And you feel like you are honest and have a heroic heart~ That’s what I look for in my Chosen~“

     This made Kirishima look sheepish, rubbing the side of his neck.

     “They’re not wrong. You are all those things and more,” Onagadori said before the red head could retort, shutting down any negative words that Kirishima was about to put on himself, “You should take Nepp.”

    “What a wise heroine you are,” Nepp cooed, then blinked, “…You seem to have a Miraculous as well. From the Chinese Sister Box, I assume?”

     “You are correct,” Onagadori nodded, making Nepp look impressed, “And there are more of us too.”

    “Then what are we waiting for? Let us go see them,” The shark like Kwami looked to Kirishima once more and chuckled, “To transform, all you have to say is: Nepp! Rising Tide!”

     Kirishima looked nervous, glancing over at Onagadori for a moment before his shoulders slump. But with a touch of her hand, Kirishima felt his heart skip a beat and looked at the Rooster heroine again, who smiled. Her eyes seemed to say she believed in him, and that was all he needed. With a confident smile, he turned to Nepp, who already had a knowing excited smile.

     “Nepp! Rising Tide!”

Rody blinked when he felt warmth all over him, and glanced over to see four sets of lights. 

    Bingo! 

    Smiling, he was about to step forward when he felt the ground give way under his feet. Eyes widened, he felt his world shift. He tried to scream, but nothing came out of his throat as it felt like he was falling, staring up at the darkness…the nothingness. He tried to flail his arms out, as if to grab something, ANYTHING, that could stop him from falling further and further into the darkness.

    ‘No no no, I can’t be lost in here! I can’t! I have to get out and get those souls…’

    He gasped when he felt something slithering over his arms and legs, dark tendrils wrapping around his limps and dragging him further down into the abyss below him. Silver grey eyes kept looking around in a panic, trying to struggle free but it seemed to make the bindings on him tighten the more he wriggled.

   “…Am I going to die here?”

   Yes.

   Rody felt a shiver down his spine, hearing that deep and calm voice in his head. A presence was made known to his left side, and curiosity got the better of him as he slowly turned his head. He saw a person sitting on some fancy looking resting chair, their back turned away from Rody. Slowly, the shadowed person was turning their head towards the teen, but Rody couldn’t see their face. But somehow…it felt like his heart was constricting, and the air turning hot. Like he was in Hell.

    “Do not interact with the Man in the Chair.”

    Rody wished he could turn his head away, but somehow his eyes were glued to the being that was taking forever to turn and look at him, but it already felt like Rody’s soul was being sucked away.

    “…H-Hello? Is someone there?”

     Rody heard a boy’s voice, almost teenage like, as he looked up and saw a blue light floating above him. It laminated so brightly, that it started to form a symbol. Wings with a halo.

    It was one of the souls.

    “Y-Yes! Yes! I’m here! I’m here! I’ve come to rescue you and your friends!” Rody called out, feeling the bonds on his arms and legs weakening, and soon fought to get free, “I’m coming! I’m coming to rescue you!”

    Soon, another glowing light appeared, this one pink and having the fish tail. And another appeared, this one being a green light that had the symbol of a horse’s head with a horn. And finally…a purple light with a butterfly.

     Rody had found them.

    He struggled harder now, even when he didn’t have to look to see that the man in the chair was now floating closer to him. 

    “Let…me…go!”

     He was reaching his arms up to the light, hands outstretched and desperate hope in his eyes.

    Sorcerer’s eyes widened as he sensed power coming from Thunderbird and soon waved his staff in the air.

    “Ready yourselves, everyone! He’s found them!”

     Ladybug jumped up before she was soon side by side with Lady Dragon, Thunderbird’s body convulsed even more sporadically, almost as if having a seizure. Chat Noir was tense along with the Ghost Force and Pixie Girl, watching as the Hex Tombs appeared and started to shake. Sorcerer was murmuring under his breath in another language, waving his staff around as everything around them was growing dark, almost as if it was night time.

    “Ladybug, use your spell! Pixie Girl, ready yourself as well!”

    Ladybug looked confused for a moment at the British wizard, “W-what? Why?”

    “Use the spell you use when defeating Akumas. Do it now!”

     Pixie Girl was already waving her hands around, summoning the tree roots to help her dig up the ground that was breaking under them, giving a chance for whatever is coming to be brought up faster. Deciding to go along with it, Ladybug was soon bringing her yo-yo up and throwing it in the air.

    “MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!”

    Sparkling ladybugs were magically conjured, flying towards the Hex Tombs as the stones cracked, the ground erupting as glowing figures were starting to uprise from the ground. Thunderbird screamed out as his body froze for a moment, twitching for a few seconds before going slack. Lady Dragon’s heart dropped as she went to feel his pulse, and paled as she felt none. 

     “Thunderbird! No, no—RODY!” Lady Dragon pressed her hands to pump rapidly against his chest in a panic, Chat Noir immediately rushing over.

     “Shit, shit, shit, he’s…he’s not…?”

     “Chat Noir! Fury, Krush and Myst need your assistance!”

     The feline hero snapped out of his own fear, and looked up seeing the Ghost Force pulling out what seemed to be glowing bodies from the ground, and one seemed to be waving an arm as if needing help to be free. Chat Noir rushed over, grabbing for what seemed to be a glowing purple and white gloved arm, and pulling them up. His eyes widened seeing that the glowing figure was an older African American girl in a white and purple costume and mask…and had beautiful butterfly wings behind her. She coughed, and Chat Noir looked her over to see if she was alright.

     “U-Um, Miss, a-are you okay?” Chat Noir spoke in English, gaging the young woman’s reaction.

     “H-Huh? Where…where am I? And who are you?” The butterfly heroine looked to the feline hero, glanced her surroundings then eyes widened, “Pixie…W-where are Pixie Girl and the others?!”

     Pixie Girl, hearing her name had flown over to them and tilted her head, “Yes? You called me?”

     The mysterious girl with the butterfly motif then looked upset, staring at her with confusion.

     “…Why do you look different?”

     The winged heroine looked confused before the girl narrowed her eyes.

     “…You’re not the Pixie Girl I know.”

     Before Pixie Girl could question it, Fury’s yelp sounded loudly as a loud smack echoed around them.

     “Ow! What the hell?!” The green ghost yelled at some girl with pink hair and suit, having noticeably aquatic features. 

     It almost reminded Ladybug in her Aquabug form.

     The new girl in question was waving her hands in gestures, her face pulled into frown as she soon was smacking Fury again.

     “Ow! Make her stop!”

      Myst looked over and almost laughed, “Maybe she thought you were a bad guy.”

     “…Who are you people?” The voice next to Myst spoke softly, and the magenta coloured ghost girl looked over to see a confused looking dark haired male in a blue hero costume…although his look was unique considering he had six wings floating behind him and his mask had three pairs of eyes.

    “Er, the name’s Myst. And who are you and your friends?” She introduced herself calmly, “Do you remember anything about what happened to you guys?”

    The angelic like male placed a hand over his heart.

   “My name is Seraph…I came with my companions Greenhorn and Miss Mermaid to go against—”

    He paused for a moment as suddenly a blue light surrounded his body, and the lights died down to reveal a teenage boy with dark almost bluish hair like Marinette’s, blue eyes behind his glasses and dressed in casual jeans, hoodie and tennis shoes. He seemed in shock for a moment as a little Kwami  with tiny wings and a halo fell onto his lap, looking exhausted.

    “Their Miraculous must’ve timed out.” Krush said logically, watching the young man that he helped out also glowing green before revealing a young dark skinned male with green highlights in his dreadlocks, his street clothes looking more like Andy’s style and a green coloured Kwami with a horn on it’s forehead also fell onto his lap.

     The girl still silently smacking Fury also powered down as she was just an ordinary pink haired girl in gothic casual clothes, her eyes narrowed as a pink Kwami with a cute tiny tail fin fell into her hands.

     Chat Noir then felt a warm glow in his arms, as the girl with the butterfly motif soon transformed into a normal older girl with a beanie covering the top of her head, but her braided locks cascaded down past her shoulders, wearing a grungy like styled clothing. A little Kwami that looked a little like Nooroo fell into her hands gently, but the creature was more white than purple with violet linings around their body.

    “You said…Miraculous?” The boy that was called Seraph murmured, tilting his head, “Does this mean you’re also like us?”

     “Yes!” Pixie Girl immediately spoke as she soon quietly de-transformed in front of them, Florra appearing over her shoulder solemnly, “My name is Holly Rosewood…the new Pixie Girl.”

     “Miss Mariposa?” Florra spoke quietly as the girl with the Butterfly Kwami looked up, along with her small companion, “Letta, my friend?”

     “Florra? W-what happened? The fight—W-w-where’s Diana?” The girl, now named Mariposa, spoke softly, looking around then back at the Kwami. 

     Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other for a moment while this was going on, as Holly looked uncomfortable.

     Florra sighed, shaking her head, “I’m afraid Miss Diana is gone, Miss Mariposa. Miss Holly is my new holder now. You…you were gone for so long, and…she tried looking for you, Miss, she did…”

     Mariposa looked shocked, shaking a little as her lower lip quivered, “…How long?”

     Florra closed her eyes, “Four years…it was only last year she was defeated and had to pass me onto another so I would not fall into the wrong hands…”

    This made Holly look surprised, and Ladybug could sense that probably Florra had not told her that part.

    Sorcerer sighed as he too de-transformed, Hecca appearing over his head as he looked over the remaining three new people, “My name is Aster Orion, I am the holder of Hecca and from a family of wizards. We have been looking for more Miraculous holders like you for a while.”

     A coughing sound was heard and everyone looked towards Thunderbird, who seemed to move and gave a shallow breath, making everyone relieved. Lady Dragon looked over Thunderbird as he seemed to have automatically de-transformed, revealing an unconscious Rody with Talli and Pino collapsed over his chest.

     “I-Is he going to be okay?” The Chinese heroine of the Dragon asked, as Chat Noir looked over and de-transformed as well, feeding Plagg then looked over Rody.

     “He’s still breathing. So at least he’s alive…” Adrien said with a small smile, and watched Ladybug de-transform as well, Tikki nuzzling onto her shoulder.

     “My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I am one of the Guardians of the Chinese Miracle Box,” She introduced as she looked at the three before her while standing beside Aster, but then noticed something off, “…It’s okay, you can trust us since we are all on the same team. Whoever you are won’t be revealed, but we should make sure that you get to your families, they must be real worried—“

    Marinette was surprised when the one that had the angelic like Kwami started laughing, but it sounded more bitter and sarcastic than anything. Confusion was coloured on her face as she looked at the boy, who’s faded looking eyes locked on her direction.

    “I don’t think my family would be worried for me in a good sense. Because it was my own father that buried me alive down here~” It sounded in a joking manner, but it caused some of them to look at him as if he was crazy.

    “Y-Your father?” Liv, who de-transformed already, said slowly while looking puzzled, “Why would—?”

     “Does the name Nolan Kasenti mean anything to anyone?” 

      Mike raised his hand up, “U-um, yeah? He’s the…He's like a famous philanthropist and the CEO of Kasskorp Tech, the world's biggest tech empire next to Tsurugi Industries? My dad has met him a couple of times?”

     The boy smirked for a bit, as he adjusted his glasses, “Yeah. I’m his son, Grady Kasenti.”

     A gasp left some of the teens, as Andy’s eyes widened in recognition.

     “Wait…I’ve heard of you!” The red head pointed out, looking at the male, “Aren’t you that genius boy that went missing? I’ve seen you all over the news four years ago…you and some other kids…”

     The male with the green high-lighted dreads was waving his hands for attention for a moment, and started making hand gestures, almost confusing some of them. The one that caught on was Fei, (who de-transformed during the talk) Aster and Adrien.

    The blond blinked when seeing the male make hand signs of pointing to himself, then his palms facing up while shrugging his shoulders, pointing both index fingers away and finally gestured his lips to cheek.

    “…You want to go home?”

    Marinette looked impressed, “You understood him?”

    “I took up sign language in French, English, Chinese and Japanese during my time with, you know who, before I met you,” Adrien explained, before he looked at the male signing once more, “He also wanted to point out that, yes, many kids have been taken. But him and his friends were trying to find them when they were ambushed.”

    The one with the Butterfly Kwami, Mariposa, raised her hand, “I was actually supposed to watch these kids with my partner, Pixie Girl…but it seems that she is gone. And now someone else took her place.”

     Somehow Holly looked guilty about this before Adrien raised a hand up.

     “Why…don’t we go somewhere else to talk about this?”

     Grady nodded, “Sounds like a good idea. With me and my team awake now, it’s only a matter of time before my father finds out I’m back and alive.”

    “How does it feel?”

    Onagadori watched the boy now in what seemed to be in a sleek suit like hers, only it almost had shark like features like in a video game Adrien showed her once. She had to admit, even though Eijiro looked good in red, blue and black suited him find as well. She watched him swim in the ocean for a moment, even using some of his new powers that apparently he just knew on the spot. Definitely, the Miraculous was made for him. 

    “Feels…awesome!” The Shark hero turned to her, smiling, “What hero name do you think I should use?”

    The Rooster heroine tapped her chin for a moment in thought, tilting her head as she hummed, “Well, I won’t call you Shark Boy that’s for sure.”

    Laughter sounded from the male, “Y-Yeah, I feel like that one’s taken?”

    “Well…if the hero name you use regularly is red themed….or something manly?” 

    A sheepish look was on the shark teen’s face, and Onagadori smiled fondly.

    “So? What’s it going to be?”

    The red head took a moment to think, before he snapped his fingers, “What about Shinkusame?”

    Onagadori tilted her head, taking moment before nodding, “…Sounds good.”

    “You think so?” Shinkusame looked down at himself, then at his weapon in hand, “For a moment I thought I was going to go for something like Hammerhead or Manly Shark—”

    “Shinkusame is enough,” The Roostter heroine raised her hand up to stop him, but suddenly felt an odd sensation run down her spine, and it seemed her companion felt it too, “What was that?”

     “I dunno?…Maybe there’s a bad guy on the loose?”

     “If there is, we should investigate.”

     The two soon were rushing to where they felt the weird sensation they were getting, which grew stronger the more they ran. Finally, they seemed to have stopped at an old abandoned factory that was close to a pier, and Onagadori narrowed her eyes. 

    Shinkusame pursed his lips, looking at the heroine, “The feeling stopped…?”

    “…Someone led us here.”

    “And you both fell for it.”

    The two looked up and immediately jumped away when giant hoofs stomped on the very spot they were previously standing in, almost flattened by the mystery monster. Both the Rooster and Shark Miraculous holders then took in the sight before them, with Onagadori paling and Shinkusame looking confused.

    “M-Mother?”

    Standing before them was Ikari Gozen,but something about her felt different.

    “Give me your Miraculous!”

    Onagadori was frozen for a moment, staring in horror at her akumatized mother but then yelped when Shinkusame pulled her out of the way before her bokken hit her.

    “Dori-chan, snap out of it!” Shinkusame scolded softly, as he was twirling his triton in hand to block some of the hits while dodging them, “We gotta defeat this foe or call the Team.”

   As he said this, however, he noticed a figure moving behind Ikari Gozen. This dark shadowed being leapt into the abandoned factory behind the Akuma, and the Shark hero couldn’t help but feel suspicious about it. Something wasn’t right here, and his gut was telling him that he had to follow them.

    “Dori-chan, you think you can handle this thing on your own?”

     The Rooster heroine looked puzzled, “I…think so? But what—?”

    “If not, call for backup. There’s someone there that’s getting away and might be someone that summoned this akuma! I’m going after them.”

     “Shinkusame, wait—“

     Wasting no time, the Shark hero jumped passed the horridly red color of an akuma and rushed into the building, aiming to capture whoever it was that ran inside. He paused, looking around for the person until he felt his senses kick in. Jumping out of the way, he looked over to see that it was…some sort of cane? He leapt away when the cane suddenly floated in the air and aimed for him again, but Shinkusame managed to swat it away with his triton.

    “Show yourself, villain!”

     “A villain? That’s a pretty rude assumption, boy…”

     Out of the shadows came a figure, a woman, to be exact. She was pale, almost looking light pastel purple with her almost silver lavender hair woven in a French braided crown twist bun held together with a violet ribbon. She was adorned in what seems to be in a purple turtleneck sweater, a black dress twin tail coat, tight black almost violet pants, and black high heel boots. Her face was covered in a beautiful looking masquerade butterfly mask, her glowing blue-violet eyes staring back at him calmly.

    “…Considering how you’re dressed, it’s safe to assume you might be. Especially when attacking me and my friend.” Shinkusame said with a sharp smile, as the woman had one herself painted on her dark lips.

    “Perhaps. But then again, I never expected someone to find the Shark Miraculous before me.”   

    “Too bad you can’t have it! And you won’t be getting away…” He spotted the familiar Butterfly Miraculous perched on her chest and his eyes widened, “You…?”

    “You won’t be getting this from me either~” The woman touched over her Miraculous and gave a a small chortle, “Unlike Hawkmoth, I don’t stoop myself lower to a mere child~”

    Shinkusame narrowed his eyes and was about to push forward to tackle her, but yelped when she suddenly vanished into butterflies, her titling laughter echoed around him.

     “Another time, young hero. We will see each other again soon~”

     Shinkusame growled as he looked at the empty space, but shook his head as he rushed to go outside to check on his partner. Although it seems Onagadori had it handled considering that she had the Akuma tied up.

    Looking up, Onagadori looked over at the Shark hero and rushed over to him, looking miffed, “Do not run off on me like that!”

    “Sorry! I had to try and capture that person…but they got away,” He paused, before looking at her, “They had the Butterfly Miraculous. The one that Hawkmoth used to have on.“

    “…It was well assumed there would be a new Butterfly Villain that was not Gabriel Agreste,” Onagadori  hummed, but then looked over at the Akuma, “For now, I guess we call Ladybug to de-akumatize this—“

    The two heroes gasped when suddenly the akuma started…melting into brown chunks of mud, giving a sadistic grin before completely just a puddle on the ground. 

    “…It was a distraction.”

    “And they were obviously after the Shark Miraculous.” 

    This caused Onagadori to look at her partner, “What makes you say that?”

    Shinkusame sighed, as he was rubbing his head, “Because the villainess I was chasing after admitted it to me.”

    “But why would she just…run away instead of fight the Miraculous off you?”

    “I dunno? But this is something we should tell Ladybug and them.” 

    And Onagadori agreed. The two decided to leave right there and then back to the hospital to tell the others, not knowing that pleased eyes were following them.

    “What was the point of that?”

     The woman sighed as she titled her head to the new voice next to her, and tutted gently.

    “Just an observation, if you will. After all, we don’t want to be making the same mistakes as Gabriel…don’t you agree, Tomoe-san~?”

     Tomoe snorted, walking beside the Butterfly Villainess as she tapped her cane to the ground once, and shook her head, “I figured that fool would be a failure to us. Especially when he was too emotional with his so called ‘family’ that he deluded himself with…“

     Something in the Butterfly Villainess’ facial expression twitched for a second, before she chuckled, “That goes the same for you and your daughter, my dear friend.”

    “I have no daughter. Not anymore since she’s as defective as my previous offspring.” Tomoe murmured with disappointment in her voice, before straightening herself up, “The Council have already prepared for the next steps. All we need now is our other partnered benefactors to uphold their end of the bargain.”

    “Does this mean 'that' is ready to be operational?” 

     Tomoe smiled a little, as she was holding what seems to be a small silver ring.

    “Thanks to some cooperation from Kasskorp Tech, Operation: Alliance can begin.”

    A satisfied smile was on the Butterfly Villainess’ lips before closing her eyes, nodding her head, “Good, good. Proceed with the next phase of our plans. Do not let me down, Tomoe-san.”

    “A Tsurugi never fails, Sovereign Pieris.”

   Sir Nighteye sighed as he looked at the old rusty train tracks for a moment longer, folding his arms as his eyes were narrowed and full of suspicion.

    “We’ve looked around these tunnels for weeks now. There’s nothing left for wherever those cult people used these tunnels for, even with the help of United Heroez intel,” Eraserhead murmured as he lifted his goggles up, looking to the other man with a tired look, “We’ll be flying back to Japan soon. Let’s cut our loses here and leave the rest to Victory and them.”

    “Something doesn’t feel right,” The future seeing hero murmured under his breath, still observing the tracks, “It feels like this is all one big goose chase to distract us.”

    “You think it’s to get us off track on something big?” Amelie asked not fair from them, lifting her goggles up and tilting her head to look at the two men, “What could be bigger than a cult of the rich and famous?”

    “All these names…does not make any sense.” Sir Nighteye pointed out to Eraserhead, “A lot of them aren’t even that rich nor famous. So it begs the question what they all have in common…”

    “Either way, this is officially a dead end. Maybe we can re-group with All Might and—“

     “Wait…”

      Both men stopped talking when Amelie spoke once more, looking down the tunnels with a frown.

     “Hime, what is it?” Eraserhead asked as he looked over at her, the blonde woman pointing down to the darkness.

    “Someone is here.”

    The three adults soon slowly stepped forward cautiously, careful to not set anything off in case it was an ambush of some kind, keeping their guard up. Sweat dripped down their foreheads as they prepared themselves for the worst, but then froze when they heard a shuddering breath. And it sounded female.

    Amelie quickly shed her flashlight to the source of the sound, and saw a figure hunched over, shaking. Going closer, despite Eraserhead’s warning, the blonde British woman approached the person and touched their shoulder, turning them around and gasped.

    Before them, was Bridgette…and she looked like hell. 

    “B-Bridgette?” Amelie breathed out as she checked the girl over, worry etched on her face, “What are you doing here in New York? Who’s watching Paris? Where is Onez?”

     “Ame, let her breath.” The erasure quirk user told the concerned woman, but then blinked when Bridgette grabbed Amelie’s arm tightly, her eyes blown in fear and looked like she was having a panic attack.    

     “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Onez, h-he got dispelled a-and I managed to escape—my amok is with her!”

     “I-I don’t understand? Who are you talking about?” Amelie asked, trying to calm the girl down but Bridgette looked up for a moment and screamed in terror, making the adults look behind them.

     Suddenly, a snap of a finger sounded as a broken looking keychain of the Eiffel Tower dropped in front of them. Amelie cried out when Bridgette turned into feathers, then to dust, vanishing right before her eyes.

     “NO!”

      Both Eraserhead and Sir Nighteye were quick to search around for any other person nearby, possibly a villain that might’ve done this…but even when shining their light around the tunnel and hearing for any sounds of running footsteps…it was like no one else was here but the three of them. 

     “…Paris is in danger.” Amelie breathed out as she looked at the dust now covering her hands, the very hands that were holding that poor girl just seconds ago. She felt like she was going to be sick.

     “This seems like a warning to us. A warning to stop snooping,” Sir Nighteye said ominously, gnawing at his lower lip as he fisted a hand to his side, “Damn it. We have to call Lenoir-san and check up on them.”

     “Already on it.”

     Eraserhead was about to text but then paused when seeing Amelie still on her knees, looking at her hands with a vacant expression. His eyes softened as he quietly knelt down next to her, and took her into his arms.

     “Hime. We couldn’t…I’m sorry…”

      “…Whoever it is that did this. To those poor kids…they will pay dearly. No child is going to be hurt under my watch ever again.”

     And Shoto Aizawa knew that she meant that seriously.

Okay and that is a wrap! AND WHAT A END TO THIS ARC, AM I RIGHT?

Okay, so I know you guys have some questions you wanna ask, and you're free to do so by commenting below or just sending me an ask~! :D I'll be happy to answer any questions as long as it doesn't hit spoiler territory. Anyways, thank you all again for the lovely support and still reading this even when I take a long time to update :D

Until the next chapter my lovelies~ PLUS ULTRA, BUG OUT~

-Riri-Chan

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Can we have a little magical locked-up-and-left-behind whump? :0 A wee bit? Of any character you choose?

*rubs hands together gleefully* I'm glad you asked! :D How about some Orian Goldeneye backstory trauma?

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Locked Up and Left Behind

Whumptober Day 20: Emotional Angst | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault."

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 800

Tag List: @badthingshappenbingo @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf @the-ellia-west

CW: captivity whump, chains, manhandling, minor whump, angst, crying

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Orian did not struggle when he was singled out from the lineup of others his age, none of whom would look him in the eye when he was led away.

Orian did not struggle when his wrists were clamped into iron chains that clinked and rattled with every movement.

Orian did not struggle when he was marched down the identical sterile hallways to an unknown destination by a quartet of armed guards.

What else could he do? He was outnumbered and bound, with no idea which direction the nearest exit was, let alone the means to get to it alive. To struggle would give the guards an excuse to handle him harshly, and he would still end up in the same place.

Wherever that was.

None of the guards would look him in the eye either, each of them focused solely on the hallways ahead. Perhaps they were trying not to get lost. Not difficult, in a place like this. Same walls, same floor, same strange glowing tiles in the ceiling. Even the doors were almost the same, with the only difference between them being the way the numbers decreased with each door they passed.

Orian suspected the hallways were intentionally designed to be confusing, in case someone like him managed to escape their guards. It wasn’t a difficult deduction to make.

Finally, after an eternity of walking, Orian’s guards reached a dead end in the current hallway. Only one door was in this hallway at the very end. Orian frowned. What is the purpose of this door? Are we entering a different wing of this place?

The moment the door was opened, however, his confusion was replaced by fear. To the average person, at first glance, the cell beyond the door would appear to be just that, a cell. A cell which, upon closer inspection, seemed to have walls constructed of a dark material reflecting the light in a way unlike stone or painted wood.

“No,” Orian said in disbelief as one of the guards yanked him forward by his chains. “No, please no.”

The guards ignored him.

“Please!” He shouted, pulled against the chains as the guard dragged him inside the cell. Tears threatened to spill down his face. “No, please! I’ll behave, I promise I’ll behave!”

The guard exhaled sharply before shoving him inside the cell, throwing Orian to the floor. Orian grunted and scrambled to his feet, but before he could act, the cell door slammed shut. He screamed and rushed to the door, slamming his shoulder into the hard material plating the inside of the door. The action painfully wrenched his shoulder, and he cried out, banging his fists against the door.

The only sounds were his shouts echoing about the cell, punctuated by the muffled thuds his hands made on the door.

Orian sank to the floor, the hot tears streaming down his cheeks. The chains rattled harshly as he drew his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as if forming a protective barrier between himself and the rest of the cell. Through some miracle, his glasses had not fallen from his face in the struggle, but he removed them now, pressing his face against his knees to block out the strange not-darkness.

He was in a dreamshaper cell.

He was in a dreamshaper cell.

How did they know? How could they have known? Was there another dreamshaper here? Someone who gave away his secret?

The black glass under his bare feet seemed to steal away his warmth, leaving only cold numbness. He’d seen dreamshaper cells before, but never one like this. Never one with this sheer amount of black glass. No chances were being taken of his wandering the halls during the night.

What else were they going to do to him, now that they knew? Question him? Torture him? Abandon him in the cell until he went mad and died of hunger? Something far, far more sinister?

Orian’s shoulders shook as he began to sob.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before the tears finally dried up. Long enough that his neck ached when he raised his head, a muffled ache behind his eyes. 

Long enough to realize that he was never getting out of there. 

Long enough to know that he was there to stay.

Long enough to wonder if he would be forgotten, reduced to simply a name and description in a file marked “deceased”.

The knowledge would have been enough to start the tears flowing again, but no tears came.

He began to plan instead.

Plans of escape.

[scripturiends]

i know one of the biggest complaints about house of anubis was its writing but if you step back and really consider the sitcoms that were airing at the same time on nickelodeon then it’s actually stellar in comparison. one thing that really set it apart was that it was serialized and not episodic so you had to be really cohesive with the main plot whilst being able to keep ur younger audiences hooked with high school hijinks,, which was comparatively less intense with the d*n schn*ider shows but was just as impactful?? and it did so without resorting to constant physical comedy.

just as a sidebar so far on twitter the biggest criticism ive seen of the show was that it was boring but that makes sense if you’re watching an episode that was meant to be the continuation of all the other ones that you may not have seen bc it was the time of cable. streaming was still sorta a foreign concept in 2011-2013. so that was one of its weaknesses back when it was airing but i think actually as time passed by it has now become one of its strongest points because house of anubis is incredibly rewatchable. you can watch it over and over again and discover something new about the plot, the characters, even the random things happening in the background.

anyway back to the writing, one of the reasons i love the dialogue in the show is because of how witty it actually is like im sorry it’s actually so hard to find the balance of sounding sharp without being pretentious and being funny without being too childish and using big words while still effectively portraying what it’s like to be in high school. that’s in the writing, that’s in the delivery – there have been questionable acting moments for sure but the cast were definitely giving it their all.

and this was something i articulated to my friends as a commentary but i seriously love how they wrote the girls on the show. because yes nina and joy were in that love triangle but nina never plotted to hurt joy because of it and when it mattered the most, joy was there to help nina out with all the chosen one stuff. and when willow and mara found out jerome was dating the both of them, willow asked mara if she hated her and she said no. which, if you were 13 at the time would have been so crazy to think about because normally the portrayal of girls is being at each other’s throats, trying to win the guy back, one-upping each other to find out who loves who more. joy did mara dirty during the journalism arc but she straight up said “i will not accept joy slander”. kt always reassured patricia that she wasn’t interested in eddie and even helped them get back together. amber was a girl’s girl the whole show – when she was unhappy with joy it was because she wanted to protect nina. when joy lashed out at willow, she felt bad and apologized. i could go on and on about all the times the women of anubis house had each others’ backs like they would fight but at the end of the day they love each other and would protect each other. just like joy said, whatever fight they would have, it’ll be ancient history by lunchtime.

i think the same goes for the guys as well? the guys don’t fit squarely into just one stereotype. like yes fabian is the ‘nerd’ but he barely went to class. he was smart in the things he was interested in – if anyone cared the most about the school it was mara. jerome was the ‘prankster’ but they did a deep dive into his family in season 2 and we even got to see him at his most lovable when he’s fallen in love with joy. eddie is supposed to be the ‘bad boy’ but in the entirety of season 2 he made me swoon with the way he kept encouraging patricia to lower her walls and talk about her feelings. he was pretty vocal about how he would like to be cared for, and genuinely gets upset when patricia wouldn’t listen. he’s an honest and sweet friend to everyone too.

anyway im sorry i couldn’t do one for everyone but you get what i mean. everyone was nuanced in a way that i think was so advanced for network standards like i really believe nickelodeon didn’t deserve a show as good as anubis but also at the same time im not sure it would be as good had nickelodeon not picked it up and gave it the number of episodes that it did. it’s kind of like how i feel about many of the decisions in the show – nina leaving without a proper explanation, the nina/joy/fabian love triangle, mick and amber’s departures, the way they approached the jerome/mara/willow/joy arc in s3 – i hate it but i also love it. it’s my favorite thing but also my most despised thing. i can’t stand watching it but i can’t get enough.

house of anubis is flawed in the way anubis house and the kids living in it are. they do the most awful things but they are so in need of nurturing. they’re immature but also the most mature people on the show. just a collection of oxymorons that created the masterpiece that it’s always been but also the masterpiece that it’s now just becoming.

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Unhinged Game Commentary As RP Starts Pt.5

Time for Dick Shots.

_____ is just a butt. He's a butt.

WE AREN'T DOING THIS HERE.

Are you two talking smack about me just cuz I can't understand ________?

What else are foreign languages good for? Just ask _______.

A lot of shit happened. A LOT of shit.

Its _______. A much happier ________. Also a much taller ________.

RIP ________. Wait. I better not say that.

As soon as that tank pops up I'm just gonna be "Nope, not gonna do this guys, not today."

NOT TODAY.

Not in the stars.

I love this area... up until Furry McFuckGoat.

Who is Furry McFuckGoat?

You'll find out who Furry McFuckGoat is.

You're in for a good time.

Wow, this ice water is so pretty, just... ROLL IN IT. It's just so pretty.

I'm the reason _______ dies guys cuz I gave him hypothermia.

How the fuck--

OH JESUS.

Y'know its a good thing none of these icicles have come off and fallen cuz otherwise you'd get skewered all to hell.

There it is, I KNEW it.

Across. Across?

ITS NOT ACROSS.

I Tarzan'd my ass right down the chasm.

Was that Furry McFuckgoat?

They're coming. Soon.

o h g o d.

*sings* More water that's cold as Hell~ HYPOTHERMIA~!!

HEEEEY. THERE THEY ARE.

Nope. Stay away from me. I don't wanna get hit.

OH GOD NO JESUS--

*sings* Get the Hell away from meee--*squeals* NO.

Oh dear lord-- I GOT STUCK.

DIE. PLEASE DIE.

MEMO TO ME. MEMO TO ME. DO NOT GO INTO THAT CORNER.

AH--

SWEET JESUS CHRIST.

*gasps* you'RE A DIIICK.

ANGERY GOAT MAN.

OOoooh my god. My chest hurts. From the panicking.

SO ANGERY GOAT PEOPLE.

We can look at how weird they are-- ...okay, I'm gonna look at how weird they are by myself then.

Guess we're gonna meet the whitewalkers, guys.

...'til you died to dead.

What if the ________ had like secret vaults or whatever that were insanely complicated to get into like this?

Nah he got them magnificent rabbit legs. He Jomp.

________, its time for you to learn an important lesson on being a ______: Hardcore Parkour.

Today is the day you learn to fly, boi. Go.

"Learn how to fly, boi." Wow, is this Lord of the Rings?

WOOOW okay, I don't know how that happened but I'm gonna take it.

RIP _________. May he forever grace the afterlife with his vibrating.

Yeah, there's the fun way out of here.

Furry McFuckGoat brought his friends.

Yank that motherfucker!

JEEESUS WHERE THE SHIT-- WHERE DID THAT EVEN COME FROM.

I-- somehow avoided that.

Theeey'rre heeerrreee. Angery goat people.

Death by Dickshot.

You missed Furry McFuckGoat, but not the ________.

Tanks for the heads up~ *wink wink*

Wanna know what I did all day today? Too bad because I'm gonna tell you anyway.

HQ to ______ -- HQ to _______ -- we have lost contact.

You're not fancy.

Fucking twirl!

Took that like a champ!

FuCK. I dropped the gun that I didn't want to drop.

Wow, you had to throw the gun that way?

Are you dead?

Peek your head out. I'm pretty sure you're still alive.

FUCKING EAT IT, SHITHEAD.

Wow, that was a fucking wake-up call.

NO, BYE, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ALIVE.

Thanks for the grenade, I need it a lot more than you.

OVERSHOT IT, but whatever, so long as you die. Byye.

Are those bullets? yeeeah. Are those grenades? YEEEAAAAH.

WHO-- WHAT--

NO, YOU SEE THIS SHIT THROUGH TO THE END.

ZIG ZAG.

Oh... I don't like that metal on metal sound.

I think that was a kidney shot, I'm not 100% sure.

Oblivion. You're going to oblivion.

Wrong game.

ROLL. ROLL A LOT.

God damn, I do not appreciate being shot at.

Come on, I would think RPG is fucking universal language! do you have an RPG?!

Watching ______ shoot people is like watching them play duck hunt. (Insert annoying dog laughter at every miss)

Was that overkill? Maybe. Do I care? No.

AAAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

ZIG ZAG TIME.

FHAAAK MY LIFE YOU ASSHLE.

Its a tank, how scary can a cow on wheels be?

Hijack it. Hijack it and conquer your fears.

He went places.

RPG? PLEASE? RPG. GUYS.

RPG! NOPE. Its mine now.

Yoink.

Dramatic ass death. Clutching his chest as if he just got dumped by his baby blue.

Nice shooting, Tex.

Okay, he died. That's great.

Gottarun gottarun gottarun gottarun gottarun.

Its only death, _______, walk it off.

Oh, wanna know what I learned about myself yesterday? Too bad again because I'mma tell you anyway -- again.

How to kill an edgyboi trying to be an asshole in less than 3 seconds -- not take his insult as an insult.

OO-- AA--

We were beginning to think the 8 year old went feral and ate you.

Hey you never know. He might just do it one day. Children are statistically more likely to eat you than an adult.

Children are scary things.

I can believe it.

The entire time they were eating your fucking organs everyone else would be saying "AWWWW SO CUTE".

C A R N A G E.

Married people are wild, man.

I DON'T KNOW IF I WANNA DO THIS TODAY, I mean... first the tank, and then the cars, although the cars... I just... fucked them up. Just fucked them up, right off a cliff.

The couch is trying to eat me.

Oops-- YOU DIDN'T SEE /SHIT/.

Just threw ______ off the side of the cliff.

Took him out Achilles style.

Dodged that by the hair of your balls.

Let me see if I can... shove you... BYYYEEE.

I'm a vindictive bitch.

Bury him in the abyss.

Sounds like an old lady farting.

Goodbye to your legs.

Peek a boo with guns.

I would really appreciate it if someone would give me a grenade.

Man, he's rolling over there trying to be fancy. You're not fancy.

WOOOO, MAN, SHIT, FUCK.

You trying to gunslinger me? Heeellno.

Fancy feet.

Don't be like fancy feet, be an elite.

WHY ARE YOU ALL SO CLOSE TO ME.

No, stay your asses on that side of the bridge.

Stop giving me heart attacks over here, I don't need them.

Man, let me tell you, I would'a ended up throwing that up and I would've ended up throwing it behind me.

Did we say rope? We meant hope, as in an intangible thing that doesn't exist.

That went dark.

Not nearly as dark as my outlook on life. Or as dark as my prospects of a future. But who needs tomorrow?

I DIDN'T MEAN TO THROW MY GRENADE, WHAT.

There it go. Nyoom.

The void appreciates your contribution.

I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT THE FUCKING GRENADE.

Look at them flappy flags -- how they so flappy? It cold as fuck.

Subtle? What's that. I don't know what that is. Not now, not ever.

The only thing subtle here is your ability to shoot everyone in the goddamn dick without even trying.

LISTEN, leave-- leave my aim out of this.

I will leave your aim out of this when you stop handing out dick shots like Halloween candy.

I believe I can flyyyyy.

Launch backwards.

Come here guy. Come hereee.

Bye. Jackass.

Maybe I should keep the SASS.

"______ you were supposed to be subtle." There was nothing subtle about this shit.

There was no reason for the yoink.

Drop down ______, Jesus, why did you have to be ExTRA.

Unfortunate. My jokes will be less appreciated due to ill timing now. Truly a tragedy in three parts. 

Everyone named ______ is Extra.

Today you taught that man an important lesson... a lesson in flight and physics. And that lesson is that people can't fly.

Well I shot him in the dick and it might've been just a little too on-point.

Long Time No Fuck My Life.

hSSSSSSSSSS.

It didn't let me-- crap that time.

SHOVE THEIR CORPSES INTO THE ABYSS. AS VENGEANCE. THEIR SOULS CANNOT ASCEND. LET THE VOID CONSUME THEM.

You jinxed it.

I hate you for having that fucking good aim.

If I heard that in my last seconds of life, I would resurrect just long enough to kick them in the balls so goddamn hard they'd invert into a Y and never return to normal.

Mmmm gratuitous ass shot.

Where is the dragon sniper because I really, really, really would like to have it right now.

I wouldn't mind getting shot by you in real life as long as I got to hear some of this quality commentary before dying.

I think ______'s just a lil bitch and died of a splinter. Can take a hole in the liver but not a splinter. Anything but a splinter.

You said no -- but mommy said yes.

Better not-- Better fucking not!! ...Okay.

WHY IS THE BRIDGE JUST NOW BREAKING.

PLOT INCONVENIENCE.

Come on _______, squirrel your fucking way up there.

The amount of splinters...

Them pants are tighter than they are thicc.

YOU'RE ALWAYS SAYING YOU NEED A GRENADE, BUT WHEN THEY OFFER IT YOU'RE LIKE "Naaaaah".

(blu q. kazoo voice) SUSPICIOUUUUUSSS.

Hey ______... what brings you here... behind this crate?

That gasp of realization was the best.

No, that "FRUCK" was the best.

Heeeey did you drop your gun? No you didn't, you're an asshooole.

The eight year old ate them.

They got V O R E D.

Get outta here with that.

Gonna replace the word bored with vored now just for the fuck of it.

DICKSHOOOT. It was on purpose.

I need a word for dick that rhymes with shot.

Because that's average. Everyone expects "cock shot" but who's gonna see "shlort shot" coming?

I'm shlort sighted.

You killed me the last time and I did not appreciate that one bit.

If you're going to be launching 'nades, you gotta expect to get shot in the nads by the one and only vibrating Nate.

I'd be vibrating too if I was being shot at all day, my fucking nerves would be fried.

I did not like that-- that-- that was not cool.

I didn't see the rope and I thought you finally launched yourself. I was proud but also upset because that seemed like the most disappointing launch.

YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND BABY, RIGHT ROUND, LIKE A RECORD BABY--

Twirl hunny twiirl.

Can't believe I wanted to hang with someone who can't even appreciate Skyrim Shuffle. What a disappointment of a stoner.

Just dies and flips into the void.

New test on anyone who wants to be my friend -- has to appreciate the Skyrim Shuffle.

I wanna die that way. Just be staring into the void debating my life, then suddenly "Bye Bitch". I'd start laughing. I'd die laughing before I hit the ground.

I'd die laughing on a roller coaster if my organs weren't shoved into my throat.

Prepare to be Swiss'd.

Are you firing stink bombs?

Shot his ass off. Literally.

NOPE. Get shredded.

BABY BELL IN THE HOUSE, BITCH.

A WHITE PERSON WHO DOESN'T APPRECIATE CHEESE? DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT BABYBEL IS.

Have you ever had double cream brie with black truffles? THEN GET OUT OF MY FACE, CHEESE HEATHEN.

That wasn't the ________ sound. That was the Furry McFuckGoat sound.

That's a god damn butt plug. A very sharp one.

Smooth things over with him via a shot in the back of his goddamn skull.

I slipped and it fell into the void. That's what you tell them.

I don't think they can use the void as an excuse.

IS THAT A PIG ON FIRE?

We've established that he likes me better than you.

God that'd be a great way to go...  direct hit with an RPG. Just... feel something whack me in the back then KABOOSH.

Your bullet count was 69 there for a moment and that was pretty rad.

I'll boost you! Off the side of a fucking cliff.

Oh look -- its a life-sized statue of your ego.

Prepare yourself. You're about to get one of your many wishes.

Vore? Are you sure its not vore? That's a lot of mouths.

No its Furry McFuckGoat and his friends.

I'd SCREAM OF JOY IF MY THROAT WASN'T FUCKED.

You just got pounded by a furry. How you feel about that?

Just getting straight up gangbanged here.

I'd kill him so he didn't get the satisfaction of seeing it all. DIE, CURIOUS HOE.

I am a far bigger dick than the Russian.

Good aim for being stiff.

They're fucking dead and still better at aiming than you.

_______ WAS beautiful, til ______ ruined it.

There's always time to sight-see, you stupid slut.

Catch me enjoying the scenery outside the vehicle of my killer's vehicle. Catch me asking if we can stop and get a slushie at this nice slushie stand before I die.

He's a Russian -- he's already immortal.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

the episode of savanaclaw chapter 2 spoilers

Before anyone asks, the English scanlation is not yet out (please refer to turtlesoupscans in the coming weeks for that). The images in this post are pulled from the original Japanese release.

***MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD*** 🤡

OH MY GOD, WHY IS GRIM SO CUTE IN THIS CHAPTER 😭 First he got a new ribbon for the Sunset Savanna event, now he’s got a whole ass DETECTIVE outfit in the manga... AND HE MATCHES WITH YUUKA........ . .. . . ...... . . .. ... . .. . . .. . . 

LOOK AT HIS LITTLE TOE BEANS... . . . ... . . .. . .... . . .. HE COULD BE A TUNA CAN PAW MODEL OR SOMETHING qebihrgqyofyadsfsabpAOBHFh

WE NEED THIS GRIM GROOVY IN THE GAME ASAP, WE NEED P.E. GRIM PLAYING MAGICAL SHIFT. MAKE IT HAPPEN, TWST DEVS 🤡 Crowley needs to stop looking so damn smug about keeping this golden Grim groovy out of my greedy clutches I WILL KNOCK DOWN HIS DOOR TO SEIZE THAT GROOVY YOU CANNOT CONTAIN ME

OH, AND DON]TR ASDBASDILVYASFIYADVIYADFLADF EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PRETTY BOSYS ASHASNUDqbuIUPBIYQERY LOOK AT THIS SHIT, LOOK AT IT

IS. IS THE REANFABHRre A READSON?????? THAT yoU GOTTA????? ?SDPARKLAE WITH FLOWERS IN THE BAVKGROUND LIKE THAT??????????? WHY IS THE HUNTSAMSN WINKING?????? ?? ??????? HJOW IS THIS OKAY, HOW IS THIS ALLWOED ?????f?fs,lmnqijfnoiqsinoadvpoadv2I9GT7027BQEBFPBFPA?????

thEN WE GOT THIS BVITHC

whY’S HE. SMILING RLEIKE THAT AGIANST THAT OMINOUS BACKGROUND, WHY’S J WORC D Got ahIS HAND POSED LIKE THAT. IS HE A CAT IS HE RELATED TRO GRIM WHY’S HE SLY MAN’S LITERALLY ABOUT TO CHASE afYER THE GROUP OTL ASD JVVHLIYLDVNR8269G1R3F19BOFASADSHBHOaiutvdsubsahbbh

SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO MY DUDE FLOYD, HE KNOWS WHERE THE GOOD SHIT IS AT, HE YOINKED THE FLUFFY CAT UP STRAIGHT AWAY 👍ASHBDBIASHBILASBIDFIOYBEWQQIOQFNA Floyd goes from cute to scary in under 5 seconds flat 🥰

ADBHGYOAFAYVFSIBsfiobSBL THIS SOUNDS BAD BUT. I love the frightened expression on Grim here, I think it’s because the angle of the second panel emphasizes how round his face and snout are. It makes him ultra cute!!

Also! Not pictured here because this post was just for me to scream about cats and eels (not give away the entire chapter) but 😔 we also get to see the injuries people received as a result of Ruggie manipulating their bodies, and the manga makes it pretty clear these injuries are substantial. For example, Trey is in crutches following his incident... 

There’s a big dramatic panel closing up on Trey after he has fallen to the floor, MAN LOOKS LIKE HE JUST KEELED OVER AND DIED.) I suspect we’ll probably see how bad Jamil’s injuries are when the Yuuka and co. approach him for questioning. Really amazing how much detail the manga is able to add to the story without the constraints of the visual novel medium!! 

I guess what’s also notable is we get Jack exercising? Being all sweaty and doing pushups! I’m sure the Jack fans will eat that up! This chapter’s not a ton of Leona, it mostly focuses on the investigation so no, you won’t find me screeching about the Fake Cat this time.

[writingamongther0ses]

Find the Word Tags

@oh-no-another-idea, @winterandwords, and @karkkidoeswriting tagged me to find some words!

Blue- Bride of Loki

The dress was periwinkle, going down to her knees. White stockings went into periwinkle Mary Janes. It was designed to hide as much magma-based skin as possible, excluding her face, her bangs pushed back by the blue ribbon Alpha One had tied into her hair. Matching it was a white ribbon that went tight around her waist and tied into a bow in the back. “Why don’t you show your eyes more?” Alpha asked, hands tight on her shoulders.

Night- No Religion Here

“No, dear one.” Hades said, patting her head. “He has requested to stay with his siblings. He’ll take the night shift during school days and day shifts for the rest of the time.” Made sense. Hades was the only one in the household that actually liked night.

Water- Villains

Sliding into a chair, Minerva made a calm request for some water and a bottle of Merlot. Smoothing down her dress, she managed to casually push the other chair out with one of her heels. The back was caught by a gloved hand.

Uncertain- Cooking for Jasper

Damien blinked, uncertain of how to react, both at Basil using dude and the kid. "Oh, uh... Sorry, kid." He couldn't help it, he just felt bad. He wasn't sure why, but the kid had an air like the entire world was pushing him to the edge.

Joke- Among the Stars

Not for the fact that he had a daughter, no. Her family's running joke was that they could only produce girls. He had fallen in love with the idea. Kate had been…his mother’s name, years before she birthed him, his father long out of the picture.

Blanket- Bride of Loki

Siv blinked dumbly at the white ceiling. What? What had happened? Where was she? Her throat was dry and achy, matching the ache deep in her chest. She raised a hand to her throat. Instead of a thick vine cutting off her air, there were what felt like bandages. They stretched all the way to her collarbone, taped tight over her scar. She pulled her hand away and moved down, feeling what felt like a thick blanket that had been draped under her.

Respect- Undead Flowers

“Doing the same. And fuck, did I respect Marigold.” The woman stopped walking, turning back to stare at the grave. Seemingly sensing her rising question, she explained.“I was an old friend of your mother’s.” Lily felt her eyes grow wide. “I haven’t gotten a chance, so…” She headed back to the grave and she found herself trailing behind. The woman knelt next to the grave, knocking a fist against the stone. “Solid,” she mumbled, seemingly to herself.

Follow- Reporting on Atlantis

PassionZeether (follow): Did not expect Doggerland to blow up VeganIceGirl (follow): What do you mean Atlantis is real?! CharmsMural (follow): Doggerland: *blows up* Archaeologists: *start poking around* Atlanteans: WTF is going on?!

Fight- Treasure Triplets

"Which means you and him fight the same way,” Connor finished, sounding more intrigued than anything else. “And if White Knight is James Glass… Interesting…”

Sight- Bride of Loki

Siv, despite the cold mood she was in, couldn’t help but feel a smile form at the sight of them. The garden was filled with better memories of simpler times. She kept moving though, not wanting to be out in the open for long.

Might- Bride of Loki

"Hang on," Kari said as she shrieked some more, pulling out his scanner. When he looked up, she was trying furiously to cover her chest again and pull herself down at the same time. It might’ve been because it was a mess, but it looked like her hair had poofed out, like what a cat did when it was agitated. "What's that on your chest?"

Tight- Bad End

“Fair enough.” He set the torn branches next to the pack and then stood up straight. He regarded the girl, holding the lantern tight. “Come here.”

I'll tag, with no pressure, @albatris, @ashen-crest, @mxxnlightwriting, @mjparkerwriting, @mjmnorwood,

@dragonfelling, @seastarblue, @illarian-rambling, @raevenlywrites, and @vsnotresponding to find: horror, hope, dream, origin, nation, nut.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 27

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way.

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed,

Author's Note:

Trigger warning: Mentions of the deadly C word (Cancer). Besides that, this chapter is so sweet it's almost teeth rotting.

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"So what happens now, Andy?" CC asks looking at how his lead singer was towards their sleeping sound tech girl.

"What do you mean?" Andy asks confused.

"You and Delia, what happens now?" CC asks again trying to get the hint across.

"I don't know honestly." Andy sighs slightly before looking down at Delia; he and Shevy had adjusted her slightly to try and make her more comfortable, sitting in Andy's lap, head draped on his shoulder, Andy's arms wrapped protectively around her whilst her feet sat on Shevy's lap so Shevy was able to steady her injured foot. "As much as I would love to dive head first into a relationship with her, I know that would not be healthy for either of us. I haven't done this in a while, I don't know much about Delia's past relationships and after what she has been through she needs to heal. Instead, I will try my hardest to be who she needs me to be. If something happens from there then we work on it."

"It will happen. It may take some time but I know it will. Delia's very fond of you Andy and I can tell how much she truly means to you, just let it happen." Shevy smiles warmly.

"Hey Jinxx! I just remembered you owe me $20 from our little bet." CC laughs.

"Oh crap!" Jinxx curses before grabbing his wallet and pulling out $20.

"What bet?" Andy asks looking at the two suspiciously.

"That night we decided to go clubbing and Delia got drunk, the both of them made a bet on whether or not you and Delia would get together or hook up." Lonny explains.

"Oh, you assholes!" Andy flips them off, but he could not help but laugh.

"Right, we're here now." Jake cuts off the banter as he parks the van in the hospital car park. "Do you think we should wake her?"

"I said I would." Andy nods before brushing away a loose strand of hair that had fallen over Delia's face "Delia, wake up, we're here now."

"Is now a bad time to confess that I actually really hate hospitals?" Delia mumbles groggily as she slowly lifts her head to look at Andy.

"Kind of." Andy laughs lightly before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead causing her to smile back at him.

"D, you'll be fine, we're all here for you honey." Shevy comforts her friends.

"Thank you." Delia looks around the van at her group of friends.

"You ready?" Andy asks.

"Yeah." Delia nods whilst taking a deep breath.

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"Delia Vincent." Andy states at the check-in desk; Delia had asked Andy to help her out as she did not trust her voice not to show fear, Andy of course was more than happy to help.

"Ah yes! The police phoned ahead of your arrival, We will have a hospital room set up in about 30 minutes and we'll run tests and go from there. They requested you stay for the night for observations which I agree is a wise decision." The nurse at the front desk explains. "I understand you're a big group and all care for your friend, but for the first little bit we can only allow one person in with Miss Vincent, we can call the rest of you back when you're allowed it."

"I'll stay." Andy quickly tells the group; the whole of the group already knew he would so they just proceeded to nod in agreement.

"Call us when we can come back and visit." Shevy explains before leaning towards Delia as if to tell her a secret "Hospital coffee sucks, I'll make sure to bring you a proper one with extra caramel."

"Thanks Shevy." Delia laughs slightly "I'll see you all later."

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"Hello, my name is Dr Lopez, I'll be taking care of you whilst you're here." Dr Lopez introduces herself to Delia before turning to Andy "I'm guessing you're the partner?"

"Yeah." Andy nods before looking at Delia trying to judge her facial expression but also trying to not freak her out; he just knew that if he said he was her partner they would allow him to stay with her, Delia knew this as why so she just nodded along.

"Okay great, you are more than welcome to stay with her sir but any other visitors will need to leave later should any stop by." Dr Lopez explains before turning her attention back to Delia. "Your X-ray results came back and unfortunately you have indeed suffered two broken ribs and a broken ankle. The ribs should heal by themselves in about 2 to 6 weeks, The ankle however we will need to put in a cast and you'll have to use crutches; this should take about 6 to 8 weeks to heal."

"Could I get some medicine to help with the pain?" Delia asks shyly; she felt like such a wimp but the aches in her body were overwhelming.

"Of course sweet. We will get a cannula fitted and put a timed morphine drip in to help ease the discomfort." Dr Lopez informs her.

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"Looking good Delia, the hospital gown really suits you!" CC jokes as the group walks in through the door of Delia's room; trust CC to always lighten the mood.

"I know right? I think the giant cast on my ankle and the drip in my hand really completes the look!" Delia laughs back.

"There's our sassy Delia we all know and love!" Lonny grins "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly I feel like I'm on the moon right now with this morphine, not a single ounce of pain." Delia continues to laugh; maybe the morphine was getting to her head a little bit.

"Well, I know something that will make this even better. One coffee with extra caramel just how I know you love it." Shevy announces holding said cup of coffee in her hand.

"You're a star!" Delia grins, letting go of Andy's hand that she was holding to instead take the cup of coffee, she was too afraid to move her other hand around too much because of the cannula "Oh caramel coffee I have missed you! The food that creep was feeding me was so bland, not to mention he only gave me water."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Andy asks rubbing her arm to show his support; as much as he did not want to know, he needed to do what was best for Delia and be the one who helped her through this.

"Sure." Delia shrugs before telling the whole story as if it was nothing. Delia was in her denial stage, Andy could see it all too well. He went through that exact stage himself. Soon it would be anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. He had to do whatever he could to guide her to that acceptance stage as soon as possible, he could not begin to imagine the thought of her broken; it almost pained him.

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"What did you guys say to my parents?" Delia asks Andy breaking the silence that was in the room.

Visiting hours had ended about 30 minutes ago meaning the group had to head back to the hotel, Andy got to stay due to 'partner privilege' which Delia was thankful for. She would have hated to stay in the hospital by herself. She felt bad for Andy as he would have to sleep on the armchair in the room meaning he likely would not be too comfortable, but she was glad to have him with her. Even in the silence that had engulfed them it felt calming, his hand holding hers, just knowing he was there to help her.

"We had to tell them the truth, you were missing." Andy replies gently as he strokes the top of her hand with his thumb.

"They've probably been so worried, has anyone spoken to them since being in the hospital?" Delia gasps slightly.

"I was going to suggest we phone them tomorrow, but how about we do it now?" Andy smiles pulling out his phone in preparation to give it to Delia

"Andy, what the hell happened to your phone?" Delia questions as she examines the cracks in his phone screen, the fact that his phone still worked was a miracle.

"I may have gotten a little angry and blamed myself for your disappearance, my phone just paid the price of that." Andy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly "Like I said earlier, I've been a mess without you."

"Oh, Andy..." Delia's voice trails off as she feels herself at a loss of words so, instead, she chooses to places her hand on his cheek in hopes that it speaks the words she was not able to.

"I'm okay now." Andy smiles before turning his face slightly to place a soft kiss on the inside of Delia's hand. "We should tell you're parents that you're okay, they're probably worried sick."

"Yeah." Delia nods, allowing Andy to unlock his phone so that she could dial her mum's number. Once it starts ringing Delia puts it on loud speaker so that Andy could hear also.

"Hello?" A voice answers after a few rings.

"Mum? It's Delia." Delia speaks instantly feeling tears well up in her eyes; when she was stuck at Sam's she thought she would never get to speak to her mother again.

"Delia, you're okay! Where are you, honey? What happened? Are you safe?" Her mum starts in a frantic.

"Mum, I'm okay, I'm in a hospital in Seattle. I um, I have a broken ankle and a few broken ribs along with some cuts and bruises, but I'm okay." Delia speaks through her tears.

"How are you doing there petal? I know you developed that fear of hospitals after everything your father went through." Delia's mum asks sympathetically.

"I'm okay mum, I promise." Delia explains before turning to look at Andy whose facial expression held a mixture of confusion and care "The group came and got me after I borrowed a stranger's phone to speak to them, they drove me here. They were here with me for a few hours before visiting hours ended. Andy has stayed with me though, he's here."

"I'll keep her safe Mrs Vincent, I won't leave her side unless she tells me to." Andy is sincere in his words and Delia can tell that he means it which makes her stomach almost flip.

"I'm sure you will Andy." Delia could almost visualise the knowing smile her mum had on her face right now. Andy came to her, just like the mother said he would; how was her mother always right about these things? "Delia, will you be home for Christmas?"

"I suspect we will be leaving Seattle in a few days, Mrs Vincent." Andy speaks up; he had overheard the nurses wanting to keep Delia in for a second night possibly just to be safe.

"Will you be coming to Ohio Andy? If so I'll make sure to buy extra stuff for dinner." Delia's mum gushes.

"I will be going to my parents' house in Ohio, although I'm sure I could come and visit if your daughter allows me to." Andy smiles looking at Delia who instantly smiles back at him.

"Mum, I know it's late, you should get some rest. I love you." Delia suddenly remembers the timezone difference.

"Well, your father and I will rest a lot easier now that we know you are safe. Goodnight Petal, I love you too." Delia's mum responds before ending the call.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Delia asks after noticing Andy staring at her in awe.

"You just amaze me, Delia Vincent." Andy whispers "All this time I thought you were this beautiful fiery girl, but underneath I can see the love you have for your parents and I realise there's still so much I don't know about you."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Delia asks with a slight smirk on her face.

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"When dad was in hospital with cancer, I remember him telling me that if he dies look out for a wolf; that's what he wants to be in his next life." Delia explains "I told him I want to be a blackbird in my next life. Lots of people think they're a bad omen but they actually symbolise defence and protection, my loved ones could just look into the sky and there I'd be, I'd be free."

Andy and Delia had spent the last however long discussing everything and anything to get to know each other better. Delia had told Andy why her nickname was Petal, Andy took pride in remembering the dahlia pin he had bought Delia unknowing of this fact and also made a note to buy her mother some dahlias, Andy had apologised again for how he had acted in the beginning and spoke about his messy divorce with Juliet, Delia had also explained how her fear of hospitals stemmed from seeing her father near death's door when he had cancer.

"I wish I could believe in something like that. I went to the funeral for my grandfather, a person that I loved very much, and everyone was speaking about how he went to heaven. I would love nothing more to believe that my grandfather is up in the clouds, but I can't" Andy admits.

"What do you believe?" Delia asks.

"I don't know." Andy sighs as he watches Delia's facial expression change before a yawn falls from the girl's mouth "You should get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."

"Goodnight Andy." Delia smiles as she shuffles to be more comfortable in the bed.

"Goodnight Delia." Andy whispers before placing a gentle kiss on her forward.

Unspoken words are often the loudest, Andy knew that. There was so much that he wanted to say, so much he wanted to tell Delia, but he did not know how to. However, deep down, he knew that Delia already understood every look, every gesture and every unspoken word. Looking at their hands that were once again intertwined, he knew that somehow things would work out. Maybe now, maybe in a month or so, he just knew that he had found his missing piece. He had found his light and the fire was burning in his chest once again. He thought he had lost it all but, instead, he had found it right here in Delia; and he was determined to keep it that way, whatever the cost.

[iam93percentstardust]

Omg omg but what happens THEN?? Don’t leave us hanginggggg pls pls

Assuming you're talking about this post :D

Steve manages to clear out his church without anyone cottoning onto the fact that there's a demon in the church and panicking. And then he sits Tony down and asks him what the fuck he's doing there.

Tony tells him that he needs his help defending the last gate to hell.

Steve, of course, snorts very loudly and says that he's not helping a demon--one of the bad guys--do anything.

Tony tells him that demons aren't bad anything. They're just another race, just like humans, only their currency is making deals. Somehow, this has gotten twisted and warped over the centuries into demons making deals specifically for people's souls and manipulating the deals into benefiting them and killing humans. Eventually demon hunters started popping up and then they organized to become Shield. But someone high up in Shield's hierarchy discovered the truth and started trying to push for reform, punishing only actually evil demons not all of them. Except a whole lot of people didn't like that, so they took over Shield from within, calling themselves Hydra, making it their mission to kill every demon who walked this plane.

Tony is a part of the resistance to get as many demons off this plane and back into hell as they can. Ten years ago, when demons were being killed at a rate too fast to maintain, the resistance had organized an attack against Shield/Hydra. Steve was supposed to be killed along with the rest of his team, but Tony being Tony, he'd fallen in love with Steve instead and slept with him to keep him away from the attack.

Their attack had worked for a while, but Hydra is back and trying to close the last gate to hell to trap the remaining demons on fantasy earth. Tony needs Shield's strongest warrior to help him defend the gate long enough for the last of the demons to go home (Steve is like hmm this doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about demons to dispute it).

Steve doesn't know that he believes any of this story, but he's heard of Hydra, the organization that took Shield's place after Shield was slaughtered. Alexander Pierce, Hydra's leader, had approached him ten years ago to offer him a place as one of his generals, but Steve hadn't been in the right state to agree. Except now, a decade later, Steve's in exactly the right state--and moreover, Tony has just said that he'll show Steve where the last gate is. He sees an opportunity to regain his honor and get revenge for what Tony and his ilk did to Shield.

So he agrees to help Tony defend the gate--and secretly, he sends a message to Hydra, promising to lead them to the gate.