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dani-luminae · 6 months ago

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I'm thinking about Wish again. So as the only Wish liker I know of, tell me what you liked about the story and also maybe some things you thought could be improved!

I would be honored! And it got long, so... below the cut.

What I liked:

I would die for Asha. She is so precious!

All her friends were so cute! I love that they were a tribute to the Seven Dwarfs. People complaining that the friends had no personality... neither did the Seven Dwarfs, really. I am so happy that they clearly accept Simon immediately when he returns after the spell is broken.

Dahlia specifically tho. She is always right there for Asha no matter what, trying to calm her and support her right before the interview, stalling with silly questions so that Asha can get into the castle for Sabino's wish, being the first to join in "Knowing What We Know Now" after Asha, and especially!!!! In "This Wish (Reprise)" when Asha is nearly defeated and pleading to the audience it is Dahlia who answers first! She doesn't even know if it's going to work, if anyone else will join, but she's right there pledging her wish with Asha because she cares about Asha so much!!!!! (Yes I might ship them. Why do you ask?)

I actually really like Magnifico as he is. He's a great example of a villain driven by trauma, with a great amount of charisma and genuinely entertaining to watch while also being so "love to hate"able. (The same cannot be said for a lot of stans.)

I love Amaya. Perfect arc. God I feel so bad for her but now she can rule as she sees fit, not playing second fiddle as an accessory to Magnifico. (I don't doubt that they love each other but there really was no repairing their relationship after he hit her with magic.)

I love Asha's mother and grandfather so much.

I LOVE STAR!!!!!!! FUCK OFF STARBOY

They structured the plot similar to old, cherished Princess movies like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and most specifically, Sleeping Beauty.

The end credits!!! Having little nods to all the Disney animated movies (except Meet the Robinsons apparently????) it was so sweet.

Could be improved:

The music. I liked about... half of it. The other half felt flat. I think that's because they hired pop radio writers instead of like, lyrical writers, if that makes sense. Both of "This Wish," "Knowing What we Know Now" and "This is the Thanks I Get?!" were so great, but "At All Costs" just had me sitting in the theater like pretty lights, but did we really need the song? and I don't even remember "I'm a Star!" because it felt really flat.

I love Star but we were promised "an origin of the Wishing Star!" and we did not get that. He just happens to be a character. I wish we'd gotten that actual origin story. I wrote a little rewrite about it, in fact, in which Star gives his life and magic to Asha and she is the Wishing Star we see in all the movies.

Also I didn't... much like Valentino. He was funny for the first five minutes he could talk ("Who knew my voice would be this low?") but then he just kind of became obnoxious. He didn't really bring anything to the plot that I can think of (even Hei Hei in Moana justified his role by actually, for once, being useful in catching the heart of Te Fiti).

I think that situating Rosas in a geographically real location was a shortcoming, because suddenly there is a myriad of real-life local cultures native to the Iberian peninsula to chose from aesthetic (clothes, architecture, etc.) wise and they didn't. For example, Asha has long braided hair specifically inspired by the Amazigh people, who the designers imagined her having heritage from specifically from Sakina's side, but there wasn't a lot else there. I like the design of the clothes and stuff in the movie but it feels short compared to culture of the area.

Lore. Apparently this movie is set before all other Disney movies and Asha is the very first person to ever wish on a star? Except clearly her father did the same, and her friends are at least familiar enough with the idea of wishing on stars that they see it as childish (Gabo's comment: "What are you, five?" or something like that.)

Asha deserved a whole magical transformation. Her pose when Star dusts her with sparkles is an exact pose reference to Cinderella, but while Cindy got the most gorgeous change (and Walt Disney's personal most favorite piece of animation), poor Asha just gets glitter. A massive downgrade made even more down because of the reference, in my opinion.

Both liked and could have been so much better:

References. So many of them. Some were nice (Sandra's wish to make the most beautiful dresses being shown as Sleeping Beauty's dress, a man named Peter wishes to build a flying machine and his companion is a brunette dressed in blue like Wendy). Some were weird. Some felt like they had no real business being there (see: Valentino's comment about an animal utopia suspiciously similar to Zootopia.)

(No I swear I'm not bitter that Atlantis and Treasure Planet didn't get in-movie references)

Miscellaneous comments:

I understand the whole "people are reluctant to let Black girls have a love interest" thing and I completely understand. But Starboy was just not it. This fandom already ignores Asha for him and he doesn't actually exist. If he had made it into the movie I already know how people would be treating Asha.

I know I said I love Magnifico as the villain but I would very much love to explore an AU where Asha *did* become his apprentice, and maybe he was like a stand-in father figure to her, actually careful and guiding, before something threatens all the wishes. I don't know what, but I feel like there's a lot of different ways that his trauma could have been explored without necessarily making him lash out and require so much control.

The movie feels rushed. I'm not saying that in an "it was bad, eew" way but in a "it could have been so much better" way. The literal tagline was "A story a century in the making!" and that drummed up a lot of expectations, but the end result is that honestly, it kind of feels like it needed more time to bake.

That being said, it was clearly crafted with a lot of care and thought put into it for what it was meant to be, and time constraints aren't the creators' faults.

#disney wish #wish movie #wish positivity #wish 2023 #anti starboy #<- look you were warned.#asha wish #disney asha #princess asha

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vemuabhi · 4 years ago

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Disney Romance - Mermaid Mullan! - 200 followers special

Thankyou for requesting Bas!!! ( @basilisa-scorpii ) I was a bit nervous writing this! As you are one of my favorites and are so talented. Actually i too didn’t watch many movies. Only those 10 that I mentioned. My friend was in disbelief when I told her that I didn’t watch frozen. Apparently it was a big deal for her as he almost watched every Disney princess movie.

So, its my first fic writing for the 200 followers! Please read it without having any high expectations. I may not reach them.

Pairing : Zoro X Mermaid! Reader

Word count : 3.6K (Sorry, the concept was so interesting and I couldn’t stop)

Warnings : A long ass fic written by me, read at your own risk. CRINGE ALERT!, has magic, bad action scenes, happy ending or else I’ll cry, a lost marimo.

“Tsk… Lucky mermaids. They just get to go and play while I have to learn these stupid spells”, you opened the new book of spells, which had a brown cover and was very heavy. The cover had a design of a mermaid.

You started to read the spells. Being born in the clan of spells mermaid, you always thought that you were one of those unlucky mermaids who can’t just play with the fishes. You were a very young mermaid and didn’t understand the importance of them.

Growing up, these spells always helped to escape from so many troubles. You could even go to the land using these spells. Hiding your scales and turing your tail into legs.

One fine day in the ocean, while you were making preparations to go to the land, a white-haired half – octopus approached you. ‘Not again’, you sighed.

“What now Ursula? I need to leave”, Without hiding your irritation, you asked her.

“Y/N going to the land again? Why won’t you use my help? I’ll turn you into a human then you don’t have to rely on your powers and get weak every time”, she said as she twirled around you.

There are many powers that can be mastered in the spell book and your main power being in Teleporting but you did learn many other spells, including turning your tail into legs. But every thing has a counter action. The more demanding the spell, the more of a toll it pays on your body by making you weak, leading to even death. Taking your real mermaid form and taking rest in the ocean can help you regain your power.

“The princess asked me for legs and I gave her what she needed”

“The princess? Why did she ask you for legs?”

“Love, she was in love with a man, are you also in love?”

“No and I’d never do that for a silly thing as Love”

“But, you are going to Land using your powers. Aren’t you tired of it dear”

You sighed at how she never gave up on you. “Why? So that you can take my spell book or my family sapphire stone?”, your eyebrow raised with annoyance. She gulped and tried to open her mouth to say something but too late. You weren’t interested in listening to her so you snapped your fingers and Teleported to land.

You didn’t like to teleport when people were talking but you didn’t want to listen to her toxic convincing again. Like hell you needed her powers. You’d rather lose your powers then to give her your spell book or the sapphire stone, which was now, in the necklace you were wearing. It was also called as the second chance.

You went to the small house mostly made of stones. It was just had 2 rooms. You opened the box which you found in the ruined ship and wore the male clothes which were in it. After coming to the land you observed that, most of the men would be creepy when you were wearing women clothing, which lead you to throw those men away. When you wore men clothing, no one glanced at you. And you didn’t get the chance to waste your powers. So you preferred to be dressed as a man.

You took the gold coin which was actually the last one you had in the box. ‘I need to find a way to stock these’, you thought as you started to make your way into the town. Apparently, these people got super mad at you when you ate and tried to leave. They called this… money? If you remember correctly.

At first it was pure curiosity what the Land was of. But after being addicted to the food here, you couldn’t help but to come back regularly. While in the sea all it was available was sea weed and raw food. It was good but it wasn’t even comparable with the food on land. The humans had some tasty food called fruits. And they were of different varieties like mango, orange, apple, berries etc. Oh, how delicious the meat was, when it was cooked. So, you kept coming here using your powers. The food was worth it!

You headed towards the place where the old humans make food, you were their favorite customer as you always gave them a gold coin every time you visited. They were poor and the gold you gave them, helped them to even get out of the debts. You reached the place and started to eat while some people quarreled. But you didn’t care. All you looked at was the food before you. You were always given a small size powerless trident and a small sword with it. You didn’t know why they were used.

“HEY IDIOT! ARE YOU THE ONE WHO ALWAYS GIVES GOLD COINS? GIVE THEM TO ME”, someone shouted but you were too busy in eating.

“Sir please, leave our customer. That man is being very kind to us old people”, pleaded the old man but he didn’t care.

“You jerk! Why the hell are you ignoring me?”, some one slammed their hand on your table making your apple almost fall down. ‘Unforgiveable’

You glared at the man beside you as he grabbed you by the collar and pulled you up, just before he punched you, you snapped your fingers and he froze in his place. He couldn’t move. You clenched your fist and punched him in the face making him fly across the room.

Everyone stopped doing what they were doing and looked at you in disbelief. The person you punched was a strong guy who always took peoples valuables. A green haired soldier was totally stunned. ‘A person this strong was in a small town like this’, he thought. He went towards the person who was trashed by you and noticed that he was knocked out. ‘It seemed a bit different but, that guy can help a lot’, he thought. The soldier turned around to look at you but you were already leaving.

Placing the money which was required to pay on the desk, the green haired man ran in your direction. “Hey dude!! Wait a minute!”, he called to you. But you were busily eating the apple which had the pretty red colour.

‘I need to get more of these golden coins. Maybe the ship which crashed in the western side has some of these’, making plans on how to get more of these, you walked towards the shore.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder which made you to stop. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes met with black orb. The man had green hair and a scar on one of his eyes. He was muscular and well built. He had three golden coloured earrings on one of his ears.

“Hey dude! I wanna talk to you”, he said removing his hand from your shoulder. You took a bite of your apple and turned towards him. You raised one of your eye brow at him as you folded your arms.

“I am so amazed that a powerful man like you is in this small town. Actually, seeing you fight that rogue, I wanted to ask you if you’d come to the war and be a soldier, like me”, he said with a proud smile.

After listening to the weird man, You turned around and started to walk towards the shore. His smile curved into an awkward one as you walked away. “HEY!! I’m NOT DONE! LISTEN TO ME ONCE”, trying to stop you he shouted again. But as his attempts failed, he ran again and stood before you blocking your way. You glared at him because of it.

“Listen to me. I mean no harm. I’m Zoro, a solider of the Straw Hat army”, he introduced himself as he took your hand and shook it. ‘What… What a weird man’, you thought looking at him.

“You see, we want to use all the help needed to destroy the beard Kingdom. So, come with us and be a soldier of the Straw hat army”, he said.

“Why do I need to fight for your army. I don’t wanna involve in these fights”, you said sternly, speaking for the first time to the man.

“Why not? Just join us. We are fighting on the good side. We wanna give freedom to the people of beard Kingdom”, he inhaled and continued, “If you join I’ll make sure you get good food and 500 pure gold coins”. He was really determined to win the war and also claimed that he wanted to free some people.

You could get the gold coins from many ruined ships, but the way he looked at you with determination to win in eyes you couldn’t help but to sigh. “Let’s meet here tomorrow at exactly at dawn”, with that you continued to walk towards the shore.

“I never caught your name”

“Its Y/N”, you say without turning around but smirked. He was the first human you ever told your name to.

His eye clearly lit up and he grinned as he said, “I’ll waiting, Y/N”. He didn’t notice that his heart definitely did skip a beat then.

Swimming deep into the ocean, you reached your house with in 10 minutes. Before sleeping, you took the spell book and started to refer it again even though you’ve read it multiple times. You still had 12 hours till dawn and it’s be sufficient amount of time till you regain your energy.

As the first rays of sun hit the country, Zoro looked at how beautiful the sea looked. He was mesmerized by its beauty.

“Hey”, you almost startled him.

“What the… when did you come here? How did I not notice?”, he said with confusion in his eyes.

“Lets go now”

“Ye…Yeah. Let’s go”, he said leading you forward. ‘This person is hiding something’, he thought

“Hey”, you call him as he turned to look at you.

“Why are you going towards the sea?”, as soon as you said that, his cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

“Don’t tell me you don’t even know the rout-”

“I know!”, he said interrupting you and opening the map. You peaked at the map and then looked at him. He was sweating.

“Give, just give it to me”, you took the map and continued, “So where is the location”

“Here”, he pointed towards a white surface on the map. “If we go quickly-”, you tooe his hand in yours and closed your eyes, “We can reach in maybe 5 days”, he ended as you snapped your fingers. He just looks at the place before him. Your eyes open wide upon seeing the white substance in front of you. Your hands hug you as the place was very cool but you were truly in awe by the view.

But Zoro was actually speechless. “What? How? Why? When? Its not even been 5 seconds”, he screamed and continued, “What are you actually? Are you using some sort of Magic?”, he then sneezed.

“I used a spell. Now don’t make a fuss about it. Anyone can do it”, you replied

“NO ONE CAN DO IT!”, he screamed again only for you to ignore.

“What is this white substance”, you asked him as you slowly crouch down and touch it. It was soft and very cold, Making your hand numb. But you were amazed by it.

“Its snow. Don’t do that, your hands will become numb”, he said and took your hands in his and started to rub them. You heart skipped a beat and you didn’t know why.

“Lets go. I think, I know the way from here”, he said and pulled you up with him. With your hands still in his he walked forward. Even though your knees felt weak, you kept walking. He talked about the prince and how great he was.

After 10 minutes, you both saw some men with weapons in the area. With one swift motion, Zoro attacked them and knocked them out. You were actually surprised. You didn’t even notice when he left your side and attacked them. He held three swords at a time. You never saw a person so perfectly using three swords. Oh god, he looked like a demon. He pulled the clothes from those men and handed you one. “Wear this sweater. I don’t want you to get sick”

You wore it and it felt really warm all of a sudden.

“Woah!! Its so warm, fells like Magic”, you smile pulling the sweater even closer to you.

“Tsk… you call this magic and call your spell normal. I cant understand you”, he again took your hand in his. “Don’t… Don’t get it wrong. Its only because I brought you here so its my responsibility to keep you safe”. You place your thumb on his wrist and observe that his heart beat was increasing.

“Your heart beat is increasing”, you said making him glare at you.

After walking for a while, you notice a building ahead of you. It was black in colour and had black smoke coming out from it. Suddenly Zoro stops in his tracks.

“Is it the secret base of straw-hat kingdom, you were talking about”, you asked him.

“It’s the secret base of Beard Kingdom that we are searching for past 1 month. Oh my! We found it Y/N”, he said with a smirk on his face. You snapped your fingers and made the black smoke red hoping someone from the straw hat base see it.

“No, you found it. I just waked with you. What type of shit directions you have”

“Hey! That’s not true. I… I actually was planning to search this with you. But whatever we found it!”, he grinned looking at the building.

“Don’t tell me you wanna take them on all by yourse-”

“What are you saying? I have you now! Let’s kill them Y/N”, he said taking his swords and positioning them. He was a demon. But your heart started to race. It was because of this jerk.

“Ok! Lets go”, you said and silently you both infiltrated the base. Knocking out who ever came across your way.

‘Damn it. There are a lot of people here’, you thought as your breathing became heavy and your legs gave out.

“Y/N, you okay?”, Zoro whispered getting close to you.

“I’m fine”, you said. This wasn’t the time to wine and you knew it.

“Thankyou. Its dawn and everyone are mostly sleeping. So lets just finish this off and leave”, he said as he placed his hand behind your waist and in one swift motion he pulled you up. Your heart skipped a beat. AGAIN. ‘This is just like the useless romance novels I read’, you thought. ‘Do I like him by any chance?’

“Lets go”, he said facing the opposite direction that you actually should go.

“We need to go this way”, you said to him as he blushed and walked in the correct direction. ‘Definitely not’, you concluded and continued to trash the soldiers in the way. You were late once and a bullet hit your shoulder. Still you didn’t give up.

“Y/N! I’m sorry, I’ll make sure to get you treated by our doctor”, Zoro shouted as he slashed another person, who was twice as big as him.

After a while, you knew, you really needed the ocean. Your body was getting weaker. Teleporting to a really far place with another person, being hit by a bullet and continuously knocking out these strong ass soldiers is really getting hectic.

“You did great Y/N, its okay. Leave now, ill take care of the rest!”, Zoro said but you got determined even more to fight.

“What? I don’t take orders, especially from humans. Lets see who gets more knockouts”, you said. Zoro didn’t know if he should be happy that you didn’t give up or be concerned that you called him a human? So were you not one?

Snapping fingers, you teleported Zoro from one enemy to another and sometimes yourself to win over the enemies. Your shoulder was turning into a shade of purple, but you were too busy to notice. He soon got used to your help. “You make one hell of a partner!”, Zoro said looking at you as he stood on a pipe which was approximately 10 feet above you. You smirked as a big sound made you to look at the strong wooden door.

“WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE!”, A man with a big beard shouted. You snapped your fingers and Zoro was beside you in a second.

“That’s Beard. We need to destroy him”, Zoro mumbled as he proceeded to run further. You were ready to go with him but your vision completely became black and you fell to the ground.

“Y/N!”, Zoro called out to you but you didn’t wake up. You could hear him. You wanted tell him to escape. Then you heard an explosion.

“BEARD!!! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!!”, an unfamiliar voice was heard.

“Jeez Luffy! Could you hold your horses?”

“NAMI!!!! I’m Scared!”

“Shut up Ussop! We need to protect the peopl- Ladies! *ahem*”

That was too late. Luffy was already fighting with Beard at this point. With the prince fighting, all Straw hat soldiers started to fight with Beard Army.

“Y/N! Y/N Wake up!! Please wake up!”, Zoro took your body in his arms and shook you trying to wake you up.

‘I want to see you one last time’, you thought before your hearing also faded away.

“Please wake up. Don’t die”, he shook you like crazy.

“Don’t do that Zoro! Let me take a look at the wound”

Handing you over, Zoro clenched his jaw. “Please don’t let him die”, he said and positioned himself.

“ASHURA”, he said and went full demon mode on the Beard Soldiers.

After winning over the Beard army everyone was really relieved. But they didn’t celebrate. Knowing one of their soldier was in a critical position.

The doctor checked your pulse and you weren’t alive. He sighed and got up. Covering you with a blanket, he walked out.

“How is he?”, Zoro asked as soon as the doctor stepped out.

“That was a girl and sadly her pulse stopped”, the doctor replied only for Zoro to grab his collar and ask again. “What did you say? It cant be happening. He i mean She cant die, do something”

“I’ve tried everything, I’m sorry”, the doctor said and Zoro let go of him.

He went inside the room to find you covered with a blanket. He pulled the blanket down to see your face again. He sat beside you and took your hand in his.

“I’m sorry. I made you come here even when you clearly didn’t want to. I am sorry”, he apologized holding your hand tightly. “Is there any spell to bring you back. If there is, I wish you to come back, please get a second chance”

Then he saw the sapphire necklace glow. He was shocked at this. If anyone would’ve told him that magic existed a few days earlier, he’d have brushed it off. But after seeing you, he believes in it.

Just when you felt that you were surrounded with nothing but light, your ocean coloured necklace glowed, as if it was calling you back. You opened your eyes and could see light and also a person with green hair. His face lit with happiness and he hugged you.

“Zo...ro”, you called as he pulled back to look at you.

“Y/N! You are alive!”, he said as he took your hand and kissed it.

“You!! You Human! How could you!”, your cheeks turned pink at his actions.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were a girl?”

“I never said that I were a boy”

“You are alive again so I’ll let it slide for now, also that stone and those scales on your cheek”, he said and you snapped your fingers to hide the scales.

“Whatever… I saw that you cried when I died”, you blabbered but it turned out to be true as his cheeks turned red.

“I did not”, he tried to hide his embarrassment but failed. You chuckled at his reaction and he smiled at you.

“EHHH!!!! YOU ARE ALIVE!!!!”, the doctor screamed looking at you then suddenly a weird guy with a straw hat came in beaming with energy.

“SUGOI!!! You are alive! then we all can celebrate on the occasion of you being alive and also winning the war!”, he said coming towards you.

“I guess… Thanks”

“Show me your powers when you get well okay!”, he said as he gave you a wide smile and left.

“Was he the prince Luffy that you are so fond of”, Zoro nodded

“He is the man worthy to become a King. But tell me this, are you a fish?”

“Actually, that’s not totally wrong. I’ll tell you what you need to know. Let’s teleport again after some time.”

The next day.

“Its… Its actually pretty cool. I never thought I’d see a half fish and half human”, Zoro said as he tugged on your tail.

“Ouch! Be careful. The tail can be strong but it is also very sensitive, and can you please start using the word mermaid”, you said splashing water on him.

“So, tell me. How strong are the mermaids? Are they all as strong as you?”, he curiously asked not hiding the intent to fight. You chuckled and started to tell him about the creatures of the ocean. But its just been 3 days since you met him, but you two already had a.... weird connection.

Zoro tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes. The timing was so perfect. Maybe it was because he was there. You moved closer to kiss him and he also returned it. Maybe the mermaid princess wasn’t totally wrong to choose love…

XOXOXOXO

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xbreezymeadowsx · 4 years ago

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A Telford Tea Party

A/N: Pure, unadulterated FLUFF. Inspired by my favorite thirsty Flanagan obsessed girls and what’s said in our chat.

Chibs x Reader

This has not been proofread and therefore may contain spelling or grammatical errors. Oops.

TW: Nothing should be triggering unless you hate daddies having tea parties with their little girls.

PREPARE YOUR OVARIES!

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(this gif just seemed appropriate somehow. Not mine, credit to the maker.)

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Dada... Chibs grumbled burying his face in his pillow. "Dada." He cracked one eye open and squint, scanning the bits of room he could see when a little face was suddenly taking up his whole view. "Daddy." The four year old girl said firmly, letting him know he wouldn't be going back to sleep. He smiled sleepily and moved an arm from under his pillow to tuck some of her silky brunette hair from her face. "Mornin', Tilly." He graveled. Her hazel eyes lit up and she giggled. "Goo monin'!" She smiled brightly. Chibs groaned as he rolled to his back again and stretched as his daughter knelt on the bed, the empty half of the bed. "Where's yer Ma?" He asked with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Da movie place." She told him. "Aun'ie Lyla as'ed her fo' sum'tin. Baby Mal wen', too." "Oh, okay." He thanked her for explaining it further. "Daddy, can we have a tea party?" She begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. "Do we hafta?" Chibs grumped. "Pweeeeeeease?" The little girl plead and clasped her hands in front of herself. He sighed, it didn't take much for the little one to get her way with him. "Fine." He huffed, scoffing at his lack of will power. "Lemme take a shower quick, okay?" "O'tay!" "Go ge' yer sissy an' set up in the playroom." He told her, tickling her side and making her squeal and jump off the bed. "BRINNNNAAAAAAA!!!" She hollered as she raced out the bedroom door. After showering and quickly dressing in black jeans and black SAMCRO t-shirt, Chibs went into the kitchen to grab a jug of sweet tea and tin of shortbread. However, as he turned the corner, he was greeted with the sight of his six year old standing on the counter next to the fridge, the four year old standing on the chair they'd pushed over there, and their six year old brindled shepherd mix Jameson prancing excitedly in place watching his little humans going after something near the treats he couldn't reach and hoping they'd knock the container down. The pajama clad girls- the pair looked nearly identical save for the elder being a head taller- froze in place and stared wide-eyed at him. "Sabrina Rose. Matilda Mae." Chibs said sternly, setting his fists on his hips. "Uh-oh." They gasped in unison. Chibs scooped them up and set them on the hardwood floor. "Couldn' wait ten minutes, eh?" He asked in amusement. He shook his head, chuckling and ruffled their long hair. He reached on top of the refrigerator and took the blue tin the girls had been after, handing it to his oldest. "I'll get the tea." Y/N opened the truck door and reached in to get the three month old out of his carseat as he babbled and waved his orange rattleball around. The neck of his green dinosaur onesie was covered in slobber and drool. "Yes, yes, yes. We're so happy, aren't we? Yes, we are." Y/N cooed as she picked the baby up and held under his butt as he leaned into her shoulder. "Auntie Lyla and the girls spoiled you, didn't they? I saw them sneaking you whipped cream. All that damn sugar's got you wound up." She slung the Harley Davidson diaper bag over her shoulder and grabbed the bag of groceries she'd picked up on the way home before heading to the front door. Once inside, she set the bags on the kitchen table and shift her son to her other arm. "Now, where's Daddy and the girls, huh?" She asked the baby. He looked at his mother curiously before letting out a shrill scream of joy. Y/N cringed. "Malcolm Robert Telford, you're gonna make my ears bleed." In the playroom, Chibs shift uncomfortably in his tiny, tiny pink chair. He would've liked to have sit on the floor, but his girls insisted he had to sit at the table like a proper gentleman. He watched Tilly- a sky blue fairy costume on over her pajamas including wings with an Anna from Frozen glittery tiara- pick up the little plastic pink teapot in the middle of the round white table and pour nothing into a mismatched tiny purple teacup in front of one of their guests. "Mo' tea, Mr. Bear?" She asked the large teal teddy bear. She turned to her other side and poured some into a large blue teacup for her sister's yellow lab, Jax. "May I have more tea, Daddy?" Brina asked in a horrible attempt at some kind of European accent. While her younger sibling was clearly a typical girly-girl, Sabrina wasn't. She, too, wore a costume dress but her's was black velvet with gold trim. She looked like a regal witch or vampire... if it weren't for the mini felt top hat and the headband that made it look like she had an arrow through her head. "Of course, sweethear'." He replied warmly and picked up the larger stainless steel teapot. Clinking came from inside from ice cubes sloshing around as he poured iced tea into her cup which was actually a black enamel camping mug. "Can I have a'nudder cookie?" Tilly asked sweetly, not bothering to fake an accent. "Haven' ya already 'ad three?" Chibs asked, raising an eyebrow and already knowing the answer. "Nooooo." His younger daughter trailed off not looking her father in the eye. Sabrina cackled at her sister's bad acting. Chibs pretend to wipe his face to hide his smirk. "How abou' we split one?" He compromised and picked up a shortbread from the Santa platter the girls had piled them on. Tilly nodded eagerly and held out her little plastic Disney Inside Out Joy dessert plate. Chibs broke the cookie in two pieces as even as he could and set one half on her plate and the other on his red Elmo face plate. "Daddy! Your hat!" Sabrina exclaimed realizing Chibs had taken it off at some point without them noticing. He reached up and felt his head. "Oh no! It's gone!" He cried, faking shock. "Someone stole it!" He shout, so clearly upset at this revelation. Tilly started frantically looking behind the plushies and lifting plates up as if the rainbow striped pinwheel hat would be hiding under them. Brina searched in the nearest toy chest, suspicious. The last two times the hat went missing, that's where it was. She slammed the lid shut hopelessly when her search came up empty. "Sissy, look'it!" Matilda ordered pointing a little index finger across the room. Chibs internally cringed and prayed the hat was destroyed by now. "Jamie, no!" Sabrina rushed the dog and began tugging the hat from him. He growled lightly and tugged back, wagging his tail and thinking she wanted to play. Unfortunately for the mutt, he'd done enough damage already that one more solid yank and the fabric seperated with an audible rrrrrrrip. The little girl flopped on her behind with a thump. "Bad dog!" She reprimanded him. Jameson spit out his half of the rainbow and whimpered, approaching the little girl and snuffling around her head. He licked her cheeks and she scrunched her shoulders, shrieking with laughter at his tickly whiskers and unable to stay mad at the innocent beast. "Wha's Daddy supposed to wear now? He needs a hat!" The young toddler declared before scurrying to the dress-up closet. Chibs whistled and called the dog off his daughter, her face having been slurped on enough. "Go lay down, ya mongrel." He chide goodnaturedly. He helped his daughter wipe her face off with a napkin. "I found a hat, Daddy!" Matilda proclaimed, emerging from the closet and holding something up triumphantly. Chibs face feel momentarily at the sight before changing his expression to something neutral. "Maybe no' tha' one, princess." He denied gently. The green plastic bowler hat was missing a chunk of hat and the white ribbon with four leaf clovers that usually wrapped around it was dangling over the edge of the rim like a graduation cap tassel. The little girl frowned and studied the hat. "I guess not." She agreed sadly and chucked it in the small trash bin between the girls' drawing tables. Seeing her sister on the verge of crying, Sabrina hurried over and ushered her back into the closet to help her find a more suitable hat. Y/N stood in the doorway watching her husband interact with their girls. Malcolm was quietly sucking on his thumb, head laying on her shoulder. It melt her heart every time she saw them all. Filip was always so good with his children and the girls had him wrapped around their little pinkies most of the time. He was stern when he needed to be, but honestly the girls were rarely brats. She swooned when she saw Matilda run to her father and hold up a plastic gold crown with colored jewel beads adorning it. Chibs gushed at how perfect the item was and scooped the girl up, standing her on his knees so she could place it on his head. Thrilled, Tilly set the crown atop his head and declared him king of the tea party. She hopped back to the carpeted floor as Sabrina joined her and the pair curtsied before their king. "Greetings, my liege." Chibs snapped his eyes up and found his wife and baby boy watching them from the doorway. A loving smile gracing Y/N's face. "Miladies," He addressed his daughters. "Look! Tis my Queen returned from her travels!" The girls curtsied to her. Y/N curtsied back with a soft giggle. "I do apologize for missing tea time. I needed to acquire more covers and a rash tincture for Prince Malcolm's royal fanny." Her daughters roared with laughter, falling to the floor in a pile of wiggly court jesters. The baby picked his head up and watched his big sisters before giggling sleepily. Chibs groaned as he stood. He pressed his hands to his lower back, leaning backwards to stretch his aching bones. He carefully skirt around the flopping sillies on the floor and held his hands out with wide eyes and big smile. "There's ma'boy!" He cheered. His smile threatened to split his face in two when he saw the baby boy excited to see him. Malcolm screeched and giggled, trying to fling himself from his mother's arms towards his father. "Hiya! Were ya good fer yer Mama?" He questioned in a voice he reserved for babies. "Didya go see Auntie Lyla? Was she filmin'?" He heard Y/N scoff as she fixed the little one's cotton shorts. "Ha! No. Say we didn't see any of that naughty stuff, Daddy." Y/N told her son to say knowing he'd just babble or blow a spit bubble instead. She looked to her husband as he kissed the light haired, blue-grey eyed bundle of joy all over his head and cheeks. "They were on lunch... brunch, I guess? when we got there. Everyone in robes, dirty bits hidden from innocent eyes." "Tha's a shame." Chibs joked earning a backhand on his free shoulder. He snickered and winked at Y/N before leaning in for a kiss. "Missed ya." He muttered against her lips. "Mm, you missed sleeping till noon." Y/N teased. "Tha', too." He agreed with a cheeky grin. "Daddy, can we go to the park?" Matilda asked, the girls' laughing fit having subsided finally. Chibs turned to his wife. Before Y/N could answer Malcolm started grunting, his face going red before the unpleasant sounds of a much needed diaper change filled their ears. "EEWWW!" The girls exclaimed, faces scrunched up in disgust. "We can go later, okay?" Y/N told them. "It's lunchtime now, then naptime." The girls started whining. "Hey, no whining." "No nap, no park." Chibs said, backing up his wife. The girls scowled, knowing it was too late to try to persuade him otherwise now that he showed he was with Mom. "Keep makin' tha' face an' it'll stick like tha'." He threatened, a sideways glance to Y/N who gave him a mischevious half-grin. "I'll ge' the lad changed an' down fer his nap." He told her, kissing her cheek. Y/N sighed softly, leaning into his lips. "Okay. We'll clean up in here and get lunch going." She decided, stepping aside to let the boys out of the room. "Come along, ya wee bug. We'll get a fresh nappie, read tha' book abou' a wee mouse an' a biscuit, play some o' tha' Celtic lullaby music ya love, an' have a bit o' dreamin'. Sound good?" Chibs spoke softly to his son as he moved down the hallway to the baby's room. Y/N turned to her daughters, taking out her phone and snapping a picture of the dressed up pair before smiling at them. "Shall we have chicken fingers for lunch?" She quiered. The girls nod enthusiastically. "Anything else?" "Neeps an' tatties!" Chibs called down the hallway. Y/N rolled her eyes, but the girls were already getting more excited. The girls loved her homemade mashed potatoes and turnips. "Alright, then. I think we have some mash leftover from dinner." She sighed. "Start cleaning and I'll get the chicken in the oven." She told the girls. "Okay, Mama!" They agreed as she turned and made her way to the kitchen. Once the food was warming up, she was jotting something down on the grocery list on the counter when the sounds in her house distracted her. Sabrina and Matilda were giggling with each other, toys and make believe sets were clattering here and there as the siblings no doubt were throwing everything haphazardly into random toy chests, the rumbles of Chibs' Scottish brogue float down the hallway as he read a bedtime story to their baby, and the sounds of yipping and collar tags jingling were heard from the living room as Jameson dreamed of chasing squirrels. Y/N breathed deeply and sighed, content. This was her favorite thing in the world. The sounds of home.

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yamithediaperdork · 4 years ago

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Shoulda done your chores (Malcore story, Written by Yaoifan)

Josh sighed as he looked at Gary. He had been a pain all day. Josh had gotten home from work to find his son laying on the sofa playing video games chatting with his friends with a gaming headset. Cans of pop and a chip and candy wrappers littered the floor. And worse of all Gary hadn’t done his chores at all. “What do you think your doing young man? I left a list of chores for you to do this morning.” Josh asked as he set his brief case on the dinning room table, the list glaring at him from where he lift it along with the $40 dollars that Gary was supposed to use to order take out for dinner. Gary looked at his Dad. “I was gonna do it later.” Gary said still playing his game as his Dad gave a annoyed huff and walked over to the wall by the TV and unplugged the power cable to his sons gaming system. The TV went dark, the words “no imput” appearing on the screen as Gary sat on the sofa his jaw falling open. Gary’s face went red with rage as he tossed his remote onto the sofa along with his headset as he stood up and looked at his Dad. He then yelled at his father. “I said I’d do it later you FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Gary then stood silent as he looked at his Dad realizing what he had said. It was now Josh’s turn to turn red in the face as he looked at his 14 year old son. “What did you just say?” Josh asked as he stood there, staring at his son. “I...Dad I’m sorry! I’ll do all my chores now!” Gary said in a panicked voice as he went to start his chores but Josh’s hand grabbed his arm in a iron grip. Josh looked at Gary as he dragged him down the hall. “You do NOT use that kind of langue. And defiantly NOT at your Father.” Josh said as he lead Gary too a room that he was all to familiar with. The had a sign on it that in baby blocks writing said “Baby’s Room”. “Dad, no please. I’ll do all my chores and you can take away my allowance for a month.” Gary said. Pleading with his father as he opened the door to the room. Inside was a nursery for a baby girl. But the furniture, the crib, changing table, it all was made for a adult in size. “It’s too late Gary.” Josh said as he drug his son inside. “You have to the count of ten to strip.” Josh said as he looked at his son. “One...” “Okay, you can keep my allowance for two months.” Gary said looking at his Dad. “Two...” Josh said in a tone full of authority. Gary looked at his Dad as the counting continued. Panic written across his face. “For a year. You can take my allowance for a year!” Gary yelled at Josh who just kept counting. “7...” Gary looked horrified as he looked at his Dad. “8.. If I have to undress you, you won’t like the punishment afterwards.” Josh said as he continued. “9...” Gary finally seeing no way out looked at his Dad. “Okay!” He said as he took of his shirt along with his pants and underwear. Standing in front of his father as naked as the day he was born Gary blushed as he used his hands to cover his member. “Good. Now get on the changing table.” Josh said as he watched his son climb onto the changing table. Then lay down on it. Josh smiled as he opened one of the many drawers under the changing pad that was a light pink covered in princesses, and castles, and unicorns with rainbows. Josh grabbed baby powder, lotion, along with a very thick pink disney princess themed diaper. “Gary, I cannot begin to express how disappointed I am.” Josh said as he went to work unfolding the diaper then lifting his son’s bottom into the air by grabbing his leg. The reply that came from his son was “I’m sorry!” and “Please don’t Daddy!” Once the diaper was under Gary’s bottom Josh reached for a shelf that was above the changing table and grabbed a pink chastity device. Upon seeing what his Father grabbed Gary pleaded more with his dad. “No! Please don’t Daddy! I’ll be good, I swear!” Gary said as he felt his dad fitting the device over his member. “I know you will be. This is just to make sure your very good.” Josh said as once the device was fitted over Gary’s member and balls, the click of a small lock, locking closed made Gary’s pleas cease as tears flowed down his son’s cheeks. Josh then grabbed the lotion and applied it to Gary’s skin. Once he was good and coated Josh reached to the shelf again grabbing a little white jar with a green lid. Opening the jar Josh grabbed two bullet shapped objects and placed the jar back on the shelf. Taking them Josh quickly insulted them both one after the other into his son’s rectum. Gary let out a small whimper. Josh shh’ed his son telling him it would be all right as he tapped the diaper shut and then had Gary sit up. Josh smiled as he wiped Gary’s tears away and then grabbed a pair of pink sneakers as he then helped them along with a pair of pink socks with white lace onto Gary’s feet. Standing Gary up the boy’s eyes filled with confusion as instead of getting Gary dressed Josh took his hand and lead him out of the room. “Dad...aren’t you gonna dress me?” Gary asked in a meek voice, his cheeks hot from embarrassment. Josh shook his head. “No silly. You’ll just get your pretty dress all dirty.” Josh said making his son more confused until Josh opened the front door. “Now go play in your sandbox while Daddy orders dinner.” Josh said as he shoved Gary outside, The teen protesting and begging. “No! Please Dad! I swear I’ll be a good gurl!” Gary said shock filling him at promising to be a good gurl for Daddy. Garys ears filled with the tall tale sound of a lock clicking. “You can come in when the food gets here.” Josh said.

Gary turned and looked around in horror. It was late evening as he eyed the neighbors houses not seeing any movement as he then looked at the old sandbox. Josh had made it for Gary when he was a kid. Along with a box next to it with a lid full of toys. Gary swallowed as he slowly went to the sandbox. Looking around his face and body hot with embarrassment as he opened the box and groaned. He had forgotten his Dad had replaced all the trucks, and action figures with toy horses and barbies. Grabbing a horse and barbie Gary slowly got into the sandbox and whimpered as he began to play. Seeing his Dad watching from the window while on the phone. Sitting in the sandbox on his diapered butt with his legs spread open Gary played. Having his barbie princess discover a magical talking horse to take her on a adventure. After several minutes Gary saw his neighbors daughter who he used to babysit for some extra cash look at him as she was coming home. She giggled and ran inside her house coming out with her older brother who was home from collage. Issac looked at Gary and busted out laughing as he walked over. “Gary what the hell are you doing?!” Issac asked as he grinned holding his little sister, Susies hand. Gary’s face grew hotter then he thought possible as he answered. “I’m playing.” Gary said as he felt his stomach gurgle rather loudly. Issac who Josh used to have babysit Gary when he was younger just grinned. “I can see that but why the hell are you in a diaper...and a girls one at that.” Issac asked as Susie had let go of her brothers hand was digging through the toy box. “Because I...I was bad and Dad’s punishing me.” Gary said as he let out a small groan. Hoping Issac would leave before he ended up using his diaper. Issac couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he pulled out his cellphone and began to take photos of Gary. Susie had already decided to join Gary in the sandbox as Josh let her play in it whenever she wanted as long as she put the toys away. “I can see and from the sound of things it seems like your gonna end up using them.” Issac said with a laugh as Gary began to get sweat on his brow as he began too hold his belly. “No I’m not.” Gary said as he groaned and a muffled yet wet sounding fart escaped his bottom. Susie made a face as she dropped the toys in the sandbox and went to hid behind her brother. “Brother, Gary’s being gross.” She said as Issac ruffled her hair. “He can’t help it Susie.” He said as he sent his sister inside. Gary groaned as he then got up and ran to the front door and began banging on it. “Dad! I’m done playing. Please let me in!” Gary yelled as the cramps in his belly grew worse. “Gary I said you need to wait for the food to get here. And put away the toys.” Josh said as he grinned forgetting Issac was home. Gary groaned as he went back to the sandbox and picked up the toys. Putting them away as fast as he could. Worried with each bend to pick them up that he would let lose the load he was holding back. Finished with putting the toys away Gary shot Issac a glare as he was filming the whole thing. Just then a car pulled up and out came a young man in a delivery uniform. As he looked up his jaw dropped. “The fuck??” He asked as Issac turned to him telling him get out his phone and record the show. Gary ran to the door banging on it even harder then before. “DADDY! The foods here!!” Gary yelled with tears in his eyes. He groaned as a cramp overtook him so much that he fell to his knees and cried out for Issac and the driver to look away as a loud fart filled the air followed by the princess diaper sagging heavily as Gary moaned as his guts poured out the hot mess into his diaper. After what seemed a eternity Gary sobbed as the door opened and Josh made a face. “Gary, you couldn’t wait til AFTER dinner to do that?!” Josh said as he smiled and the driver gave Josh the food holding his nose running back to his car leaving. 'There’s a place we can never order from again.' Josh thought as he saw Issac standing in the yard with a big grin. “Hey Issac!” Josh said as he looked at Gary who was hugging his legs begging him to let him inside. “Do you want to make some extra cash babysitting? I even got a gaming system with some fun games I’ll throw in as a bonus.” Josh said with a grimace. “If you can handle the smell that is.” Josh added. “Sure Mister Malcore. I’d love to babysit. Just like old times.” Issac said as he waved goodbye and telling Josh to call him anytime he needed him. Gary continued to sob at his Dads feet. Letting out more hot mess into his diaper as one thought crossed his mind. He’d wish he’d done his chores.

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epiclilkitty-blog · 7 years ago

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Oh, Shit. You’re A Guy

“Move over, Chat,” Marinette Dupain-Cheng said, shoving at the leather-clad boy who was currently hogging her bed. It was Saturday night and, as had become their ritual in the last few months, Chat Noir had dropped in to visit the pigtailed girl. It started after the tomcat had ‘rescued’ her from an Akuma attack. The Akuma in question hadn’t been mad at Marinette perse… it was more of a wrong place, wrong time sort of thing. Anyway, right before she’d been turned into a mindless zombie, Chat had dropped from the sky (literally) twirling his baton in one hand to deflect any attacks thrown their way while the other arm had swept around her waist. Pulling her close, he had whisked her away with that baton of hers and deposited her safely upon the rooftop of the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. She had assumed that was the end of it. He had gone off to continue fighting, she had transformed into Ladybug and joined the fray, and when all was said and done and the Akuma had been purified, they had gone their separate ways. Chat had gone off to wherever he lived when he wasn’t Chat Noir and Ladybug had returned to her rooftop terrace and de-transformed.

That should have been the end of it, realistically speaking. After all, Chat Noir saved numerous civilians on a daily basis. As far as she was aware, he didn’t visit them afterward so why should she expect him to visit her. And yet, he had. The night he had rescued her from the Akuma, as she had lingered on her balcony enjoying the warmth of a summer’s breeze and the scent of baked goods rising from the bakery below, Chat had come to her. He had been all confidence and suave one-liners but beneath the playful facade, Marinette had seen genuine worry in his eyes. She wasn’t sure why, and she wasn’t sure how, but Chat did care for her. Not just as Ladybug, but as ordinary Marinette. In all honesty, when Chat had first begun to visit her, she had believed he had somehow discovered her secret identity but no… there were no ulterior motives here. In the beginning, he mostly dropped by after his patrols. During those times, he had always been upbeat and charming. A few weeks into their almost nightly visits, Chat dropped in and by this time she was eager to invite him into her room. He had been a constant in her life and she enjoyed his company.

Chat wasn’t his normal, happy self however and spent most of their time together brooding on her chaise as she tried to coax him to talk. Eventually, she gathered that he had had a fight with his father and had simply wanted to be around someone who didn’t place a million expectations on his shoulders. It was sweet, in a way, that he had thought of her but mostly, her heart had ached for him. Chat had looked so sad and lost. After that, Marinette had insisted he come by whenever he was feeling even the slightest bit down, and for the most part, he took her up on her offer. Most nights, Chat just lounged around the room watching her work on some project or another, or occasionally helping with her homework. Other times they would build pillow forts and have Disney of Ghibli Movie Marathons. Then there were times like these when the pair wanted nothing more than to laze around the room and take a nap.

Chat Noir had arrived almost two hours ago and almost immediately took over her bed while Marinette had struggled to finish a school project that was due in the morning. In all honesty, she had wanted nothing more than to join him. They had battled a particularly difficult Akuma earlier in the day and she was bone tired. If she didn’t finish her portion of the project, however, her best friend Alya would have her head on a platter and personally, Mari thought Alya was far scarier than any Akuma she had ever faced up against. Now, the project finished, the girl climbed up into the loft fully intending to faceplant into her pillow… only to find Paris’ beloved Superhero stretched diagonally from one corner of the bed to the next.

“Move over, Chat,” she said, giving his shoulder a shove. The boy grumbled, brow furrowing in protest, but didn’t open his eyes. He also didn’t move and with an annoyed huff, she gave him another, harder shove. “Come on, Chat. I want to lay down too,” she whined plaintively, and after a moment one green eye cracked open to blink groggily up at her. With a soft grumble, he straightened out but instead of moving to the far end of the bed, he wound up laying somewhat in the middle of the bed. He was slightly off center, so there was much more room near the wall, and with a sigh, Marinette moved to climb over the superhero. What she didn’t account for, however, was the fact that a sleepy Chat was also, apparently, a very cuddly Chat and she was halfway over him when his arms snaked around her waist. Marinette gave a muffled squeak as she was suddenly pulled down on top of a hard leather chest and in one deft movement, Chat rolled them over until he was laying half on top of her.

Although heavier than her, without his full weight resting on top of her the position was actually rather comfortable. Chat was almost like a weighted blanket, and with a contented sigh, she turned into him, burying her face into the smooth leather that covered his chest. The pair lay like that, bodies pressed flush up against one another, legs tangled, for quite some time. Chat had almost succeeded in falling back asleep when beneath him, the raven-haired girl stirred. Marinette tipped her head up to look at Chat, her nose grazing his chin as she did so.

“Chat?” She asked quietly. There was no answer, so she tried again, this time raising her voice a little. “Hey, Chat?”

“No.” The boy grumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck in protest. Marinette attempted to shift back so that she could once again see his face but gave up when his arms tightened around her, holding her in place.

“Chat, I want to ask you something,” she insisted stubbornly. More grumbling came from the boy, the sounds vibrating against the skin of her neck.

“No, Princess. Go to sleep,” Chat mumbled, resolutely refusing to open his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, if he kept them closed Marinette would give up and allow him to sleep. Unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly known for his luckiness. That was kind of Ladybug’s things.

“Please, Kitty? I promise I’ll let you sleep afterward,” the girl pleaded and with a growl, Chat’s eyes popped open to give her his most disgruntled look.

“Fine, but you owe me Chocolate for keeping me from sleep,” he warned, his expression softening softly at her quiet giggles.

“All the chocolate you could want, Chaton,” she promised with a grin.

“Alright, Princess, what do you want to know?” He asked, satisfied.

“Well um… you’re a boy right?” She began awkwardly. Chat Noir released her and sat up abruptly, giving her an incredulous look.

“Was there ever any doubt!?” He squeaked, thoroughly shocked. Marinette blinked and slowly sat up as well, a warm blush crossing her cheeks.

“No, no… I didn’t mean it like that. I know you a guy but… I don’t know. I’ve never thought of you as a “guy” guy before,” she said with a shrug. When Chat gave her a blank look, she hurried to explain herself. “It’s just that we’re such good friends. Like I know you’re a guy but I’ve never really thought of you as one. Like my friend Nino. But that wasn’t my question.”

“Dare I ask what your question is, Princess?” Chat asked ruefully.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” She suddenly blurted out, the heat in her cheeks creeping up towards her hairline. Chat stared, startled, before shifting awkwardly.

“Um… is there a particular reason you asked, Princess?” He asked, glad the mask on his face helped to hide his own rising blush. Marinette dropped her gaze to the comforter, fidgeting with her fingers awkwardly before chancing a peek up at the leather-clad hero.

“Well, it’s just… there’s this guy I really like. I’ve liked him for a long time but I don’t think he even notices I exist and I was just wondering if it was because I’m not pretty,” she explained shyly. Chat Noir stiffened, startled by the sudden flash of rage that encompassed him at the thought of another holding his Princess’ affections. It was silly. He was in love with Ladybug, not Marinette. Marinette was a friend. A really good friend but a friend nonetheless. There was no reason he should be feeling so homicidal towards a boy he probably didn’t even know. “Ch-Chat? Are you okay?” Marinette’s voice drew him out of his semi-murderous thoughts and he flashed her a grin.

“You’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever met, Princess. If this boy doesn’t notice you, he must be an idiot,” he promised confidentiality. For a long moment, Marinette was silent. Chat was content to sit there in silence, waiting for her to gather her thoughts. Sleep was no longer at the forefront of his mind.

“You know, I take it back. Your opinion just doesn’t really do it for me,” the girl suddenly said, flopping back so that she lay on the bed one more. She stared up at the ceiling forlornly until Chat leaned over her, irritable green eyes filling her vision.

“What’s wrong with my opinion?” He whined, clearly offended. She shot him an apologetic look. It hadn’t been her intention to hurt his feelings, after all.

“I don’t know, Chat. You’re like my best friend and I guess talking to you is just like talking to my best friend, Alya. I just don’t see you as a guy,” she explained with an apologetic shrug. Chat was glaring at her now.

“Marinette, I am a boy. You do realize that, right?” He asked, voice tight with some unidentifiable emotion.

“Well yes, of course, I do Kitty,” she confirmed, nodding sagely. “But it’s still different.”

“ How is it different, Marinette!?”

“I don’t know… you’re my Kitty. I adore you but I guess I’ve never thought of you in a romantic sense. I honestly see you as more of a girlfriend, Chat. I mean you literally, not two days ago, were gushing about a sparkly pink Princess dress I made for Manon,” she pointed out on a giggle, sitting up so that she faced him once more. Chat scowled at the memory.

“It. was. Adorable. How does that make me less of a boy?”

“Chat it was pink and sparkly and you were carrying on like I’d made it especially for you . I mean, if I didn’t know any better I’d almost think you were- mmfgh!! ” Marinette’s eyes widened in shock as her words were silenced by the press of Chat Noir’s mouth on hers. She wasn’t sure how to react or respond and her hands fluttered helplessly as his lips moved gently over hers. When he pulled away, he smirked looking rather pleased with himself.

“Wh-what was that?” Marinette whispered, staring at the cat-themed superhero in shock. Chat’s smirk widened into a grin.

“I kissed you,” he responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Marinette’s mouth hung open in disbelief.

“I know that. My question is why !?!” She demanded, hating how her voice seemed to leap up an octave or two on the last word. Chat shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, partially it was to shut you up. I mean seriously Princess, you only seem to have one setting and that’s ‘babble’. And also it was because you were about to say you thought I was gay and I figured I would kill two birds with one stone. Prove I wasn’t gay and stop your babbling,” he explained with a shrug. Marinette’s mouth opened and closed as she floundered for something to say.

“You… Y-you… You IDIOT . I said ‘if I didn’t know better’. The point being that I know you’re not gay. And who the hell gives you the right to just go around kissing people like that!?” She accused, cheeks flaming red. Chat leaned closer with a mischievous smile.

“Aw come on, Princess. Admit it. You liked my kiss,” he said with a lascivious wink. Marinette swallowed hard and turned her face away, because the truth of the matter is, she did like his kiss. More than she was willing to admit.

“That’s beside the point, I- SHIT no, that’s not what I meant!” Marinette cursed, raking her hand roughly through her hair. “Wipe that smug grin off your face, Chat. I didn’t mean it like that,” she scoffed, scooting backward to put some distance between them. Chat was having none of that though and without warning, he lunged. Marinette shrieked as the superhero grabbed her by the hips and yanked her closer to him. The momentum caused her to fall backward so that she once again found herself on her back, staring up as Chat as he rolled on top of her, effectively pinning her beneath his weight. Marinette wiggled in protest, cheeks flaming, and glared up at her friend.

“Chat this isn’t funny! When I get out of this, I swear I am going to skin you alive. I’m going to- mmmfgh!! ” Once again her words were muffled by Chat’s mouth on hers. This kiss was briefer and when he lifted his head, he had the audacity to wink at her. Marinette launched into her tirade as if she had never stopped. “You are a very, very bad kitty. I mean really, everyone knows you love Ladybug so there’s no reason you should be sitting her ki-” Her words were drowned out by another kiss. Where the others had been soft and gentle, this kiss was firmer. His lips moved over hers determinedly, coaxing her mouth to move with his and with a soft moan, Marinette found herself giving into the kiss.

As the fight left her, Chat ran his tongue along her bottom lip prompting her to allow him entrance to her mouth, which she was only too eager to go. Immediately the kiss deepened, tongues tangling and hands exploring. Chat kept on hand firmly on Marinette’s hip while the other inched its way up with a single-minded determination towards the hem of her shirt. When he reached his goal, he paused and an unspoken question flashed between them. Marinette whimpered her acquiescence, allowing Chat to continue his upward journey. The pads of his leather gloves inched their way up her abdomen, stroking and caressing the skin and eliciting a needy sigh from the girl. Meanwhile, Marinette’s hands remained firmly in the boy’s hair. She had to admit, she had always kind of wondered what his hair would feel like. It always looked so spiky but she was pleased to find the strands soft as silk.

Chat’s mouth left hers, allowing the girl to breathe as he trailed kisses along her jaw and down the smooth column of her neck and throat. At the apex of her neck and shoulder, Chat nipped her sharply and with an involuntary cry, Marinette arched against him. Chat moved back up until he hovered above her once more. A wide, arrogant smile curved his lips as he stared down at the girl and carefully extracted his hand from her shirt. “Well now, I think that ought to be enough to prove that I am very much a boy, purrincess,” Chat teased, before rising to his feet in one fluid movement. Before Marinette could even process what was happening, the leather-clad boy leaped up the ladder to the hatch in her ceiling, pausing to give her an exaggerated wink before slipping out into the night and disappearing. Marinette stared at the spot he had disappeared, mouth hanging open in shock. Her whole body tingled from his kiss, his touch… now she knew what it meant to be left high and dry. Although she did have to admit… Chat was right about one thing. She was very much aware now that he was, in fact, a boy. And a delicious one at that.

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Things you discover when loving Even Bech Næsheim

~ He hums. A lot. You find it endearing most of the time, it grates on your nerves more often than you like to admit but it makes you smile when you need a reminder that he’s still here with you, living, breathing, yours. He does it with whatever he’s doing, subconsciously, most of the time. You point it out sometimes, with a laugh and a ‘you’re doing it again’, and he smiles back at you, eyebrows raised as if he thinks you’re lying to him. He apologises, but less than a minute later he’s doing it again. Soon you notice that it’s not just humming. He makes these strange noises with whatever he’s doing, a loud shout of surprise, or deep long sighs when he’s bored, lots of dums and dododododoos as he’s drawing. You ask him about it sometimes, and he just shrugs it off with an 'I’m a loud annoying person, deal with it’, until one time you ask again in the early hours of the morning as you watch him draw while you lie down in bed. He puts his pencil down and turns towards you, eyes not quite able to reach yours, 'I can’t handle the quiet, it just makes my head so much louder. And it- it scares me, because I start to think of things I can hear but I know that aren’t there, and it’s like a pressure in my head, saying that I need to make sure there’s never quiet so other people don’t feel awkward, or drift into their head as much as I do. It’s just, it’s like a tether you know? Keeping me outside of my mind.’ Only when he finishes does he ever look into your eyes, and there’s so much vulnerability and pleading of please understand me please understand me please understand me. You grab his hand and pull him towards you. Since loving Even Bech Næsheim you’ve started humming a whole lot more.

~ The Internet can only tell you so much. You don’t want to reduce him to his illness but you don’t want to hurt him by being oblivious either. But there are seven billion people in this world, with seven billion different brains, and the Internet is a wonderful thing, but none of these articles are Even, and you just have to wait and learn. Sometimes his swings and episodes are catastrophic, there’s shouting and screaming and begging and seeing things that aren’t there, and then there’s deafening silence, numbness and tears that are being shed unknowingly to him because he’s stuck in a haze of not feeling quite here, but still feeling too much. But sometimes they’re small, only lasting a couple of days. And they don’t seem too bad- I mean yes he talks a mile a minute, and he’s passionate and confident and ready to try anything, but it’s exciting and fun, and almost unnoticeable- until he crashes and you realise that you missed it, and that sometimes his ups aren’t cliches and you might miss them, but the effect of the fall is always the same. You can’t find anywhere on the Internet where they tell you about that yet.

~ He’s scared. The world is uncertain, life is uncertain, but for him, everyday is uncertain too. He’s stuck in a cycle of waiting for his brain to let him down, and it’s tiring, and it’s not a way to live, so he tries to stop. But there’ll always be that voice in his head when you make plans weeks in advance of maybe I won’t be well enough, maybe I’ll ruin everything, maybe I won’t be able to stop it. Maybe it will make you leave me. And he’s scared when he’s manic, or hypomanic, in the lead up where he still knows who he is. Because they don’t tell you this online either, or in the pamphlets, because most of the time people are too ashamed to admit it- but sometimes there’s nothing he’d rather be than manic. He’s creative, he’s happy, he can do whatever he wants, everything he’s been meaning to do gets done, life is brighter, it all makes sense- the world is brimming with possibility. But again there’s that voice, saying what if it goes further? What if you lose control? And another, louder voice going who cares who cares who cares? The longer this lasts the further away the crash is. And it’s terrifying knowing that as soon as it ends, the world is going to get so dark so quickly, and his life will halt for days, weeks even, and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s scared. He needs you. You just being with him, not judging him and trying to understand is enough for him. Don’t be scared for him, he has enough fear of his own, be his brightness and his clarity and his knowledge that he is so much more than this and his life is a wonderful, beautiful thing that he should never feel ashamed of.

~ He has a fear of birds. It makes you laugh for days when you find out, Even Bech Næsheim, walking Disney princess and lover of everything, is scared of birds. You find out one summer’s day when you leave the window open in Kollektivet and you walk out into the living room to find a pigeon staring you down. You notice that Even’s tensed up behind you but you don’t think much of it until the bird moves and he lets out a sound you’d never even dream would be possible of coming out of his mouth and it stops you in your tracks as you turn towards Even, a look on your face of judgement and disbelief. He doesn’t see it though because his hands are covering his eyes and he, Even Bech Næsheim, king of cool and suave, is cowering over a bird. It’s your favourite discovery about him so far, and one you use to your advantage more times than a loving boyfriend probably should.

~ He is more intelligent than he’ll ever realise, and he needs you to remind him of how truly brilliant his brain is. He is the most creative person you’ve ever met, winding stories and art out of ordinary things people like you wouldn’t even notice. He’s so talented that you almost find it unfair, he writes, he draws, he acts, he films and directs- he’s a creator and you’re in awe of him. It’s important you tell him that, because he’s more insecure than you realise at first. Each drawing he shows you, is a glimpse into his sight, each poem is a segment of his mind, each performance is a wonder of who else he could be- each creation is a vulnerability that he’s showing to you, asking is it okay, is how he is is okay, is his mind okay? And it is. It’s brilliant and unbelievable, his creations bring light to your life, but not as much as his smile does when you tell him what you think of them.

~ He has strange habits that sometimes become rituals. You don’t completely understand them yet, but they’re just things he does. Like tapping a certain rhythm on a certain door frame every time he goes underneath it, or rinsing his water bottle out three times every time he cleans it, or if someone touches his arm, he has to tap the other one so it’s symmetrical. He doesn’t even realise he’s doing it most of the time, he just does it. But sometimes when he isn’t quite sure what his brain is doing, they become rituals that have to be done and he becomes obsessed. He has to have his food on different plates, and he has to rearrange his bookshelf so the books are alphabetical, or colour coded or sorted into genre, depending how he’s feeling. The dishes have to be done a certain way and every surface has to be tapped. You worry that it means he’s becoming manic, sometimes it does, but more often than not it’s just one of those days and its one of those things that makes him Even. There’s not much to be said or done about it, you just indulge it for a day (he doesn’t want to be a burden and he doesn’t want you to do anything for him, just don’t comment or make him feel like he’s silly) and that tends to be all that he needs.

~ Family is everything to him. He grew up surrounded by love, and at first you find it difficult, but he knows this and he would never want to make you feel bad, so he won’t nag you about joining his family for dinner, or to attend family events or to spend more time at his house. But you discover having you under his roof is his favourite thing, having everyone he loves in the same place creating a hub of safety and laughter is all he wants in the world, and soon you realise, you love it too. You love the bustle of activity, the delighted squeals of his sisters as he comes through the door, the smell of food being cooked. It’s like some American film that you always thought was bullshit, but here he was belonging to this family, and it’s real and he wants you to be a part of it.

~ He is the most affectionate drunk you’ve ever met. You’d never tell him because he shouldn’t drink too much, but Drunk Even is your favourite thing. He’s even more vibrant and energetic even though you never thought it was possible, but your favourite part is the compliments. And not because you’re egotistical, but because of the insight into his head that they give you, he calls you words like brilliant and incredible and words with so much weight. He compliments your smile, but also your compassion and laughter and all the things you’re insecure about, and you love it because it’s so Even, he sees the things that no one else does and he is so kind, and you have no idea what you did to deserve him. He whispers his love into your ears but also his secrets and promises that are laced in adoration, he confesses the life he wants with you, he wants to live in a house that feels lived in, that feels safe and like a home, he wants five children- three girls and two boys- he wants to bake with them, play cops and robbers with them, take them on adventures with your dog, that the family collectively decided to call Romeo because of course, your children will have taste and Romeo + Juliet will be a family favourite. He wants a family and love and a life with you. You have that confession on repeat and it’s your favourite sound in the world.

~ No matter how much his rage scares you, it scares him more. This is the part of his illness that the Internet shies away from, but so does Even because it’s the part of himself that he hates the most. See when you read stories and articles they paint images of mania where people run through the streets naked, believe the government’s filming them, buy extravagant things and do things without thinking of the consequence. Which is true. But what they don’t tell you about is the fear, the paranoia, the anger. Because sometimes that’s all mania is, there’s no passionate desires to create art or sing, sometimes the confidence turns into arrogance and entitlement, and it’s ugly and fierce. It’s thinking that he deserves things, that he’s so much better than the people he’s surrounded by that just simply don’t understand him, it’s a yes I am handsome, a yes I am clever and talented, you don’t need to tell me, I already know. It’s his speech becoming more passionate, but not in the way you’re prepared for, it’s not thinking of the world’s brilliance and brimming with creativity, it’s swearing and angry rambling and who the fuck do they think they are?’s and I don’t care what they think, I know I’m amazing.’s It’s becoming fixated and obsessed with an idea and the blind rage that follows when things don’t work out in the straightforward way his brain tells him it should. When he’s like this he wants everything to be loud, he wants his music to be loud, his movement to be loud, he wants to be loud, he wants you to be loud. And you haven’t worked out yet what’s better for him, whether you should walk away and let him stew in his own anger in the hopes that he’ll calm down, or whether you should shout back, let him scream with everything he has and tire himself out. It’s hard, because if you leave it doesn’t get rid of his anger, you’ll return to broken furniture, maybe a hole that’s been punched in the wall, or in the worst cases, to his skin being opened because he needs to focus on something and the repetitive action of scratching calms his mind, and the pain feels good. And it kills you to see him hurt. But then if you stay, he shouts and he screams and he takes pleasure in focusing on your weaknesses and causing you pain, he knows where to hit you where it hurts and how to get a reaction. He wants a fight, that’s all he wants. He feels like his brain is exploding and he just needs noise, he’s in so much pain and he wants it to stop but he can’t shout at his own brain, but he can shout at you. And you would take this option every time, rather you get hurt than him, but after this, remember, comes the crash. And he’ll remember what he said to you and it will kill him, more than any scratches on his arm ever will. He already feels like he doesn’t deserve you, but after what he says he’ll be inconsolable, refusing to take your reassurances, he’ll feel like he isn’t worthy of anything. After this is the closest you’ve ever got to losing him. Because he feels lost, his rage is the worst part, it’s when he completely loses himself, he doesn’t recognise who he is and he hates it, it disgusts him how can say things he never means- except in that moment he does mean them and it terrifies him. He’s the most genuine person you’ve ever met, he’s kind, he loves being the cause of people’s happiness, he loves compliments and smiles and loyalty- none of that is fake, this anger isn’t his real feelings boiling over, it’s- well that’s the thing, he doesn’t know and you don’t know, it’s just something that happens and you need to work it out together.

~ It hurts. That’s something you can’t find online either and can’t work out yourself. Sometimes Even can’t work out what’s going on, whether he’s going up or down, he just knows he doesn’t feel right. Sometimes he feels the mixture of the two and it hurts. He describes it like a pressure, as if there’s someone inside his brain kicking and screaming, it feels like his head is pulsing and expanding and it’s going to explode. And he doesn’t know what to do with himself, he wants to scream and cry and punch something and close his eyes and never open them again. You’ve discovered that he loves it when you play with his hair, and stroke his scalp and show him love. When he feels like his head is on fire, you know now that it calms him when you caress his head and kiss his temple, not too much that you overwhelm him, just enough to get him out of his head and distract him until the pain passes. And it will, it always does.

~ He loves you with everything he has. This is something that takes you the longest to discover and start to believe, not because he held back but because you couldn’t understand how someone like him could love someone like you. But you understand now. He’s not perfect, you know his insecurities and fears and faults, and you don’t love him despite them, you love him including every last part that makes him him. You wish he didn’t have to be in pain, that his life wasn’t so hard, that he didn’t get overtaken with a rage where he doesn’t know who he is, you don’t romanticise his faults, but you don’t ignore them either, he does deal with these things, but it’s okay because you always make it through and it’s always temporary and he’s soso worth it. It can be difficult, but then every relationship is, maybe your issues aren’t as common as other couples, but then again you’ve discovered that you and Even have never been a conventional couple. You’re epic, you’re incomparable, you’re eternal. And that is the most important discovery of all- that you’re in love. You’re in love you’re in love you’re in love.

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