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[Video ID: The Pit Crew walking through Mossui Town. Several afflicted villagers shamble around in the background.

"Ugh...Man, can whatever's causing this just show itself already?! I wanna beat the crap out of you and be done with this!" Teko growls from behind the camera.

Suddenly, a noise reminiscent of a young child's laughter can be heard echoing from somewhere.

"...That ain't good." Florian mutters.

"...Kekekeke...Chahahahaah! Oh, ain't 'dis a peach! I've been stuck in 'dis form for a long time now, see. Now that I'm all better...thanks for comin' to 'da one spot where I can conveniently destroy all of youse, nice and easy-like!" a voice says telepathically. Somehow, despite it speaking directly into everyone's brains, it has a thick and distinct Castelian accent, almost like something out of an old mobster movie: simultaneously, it sounds like a young boy, almost as if it's imitating said movies.

"...who said that?" Nemona says, looking around in confusion.

The Never-Rotting Peach on Peachy's stall convulses violently, before opening its shell as it floats up, revealing it, in a big display of cursed energy and purple smoke, to be none other than Pecharunt.

"Surprise! It's me! I'm sure YOU remember me, you obnoxious piece 'a work." the mysterious Pokemon says telepathically, pointing at Florian with its chains. "Koffing-K - TS!UNDERSWAP" can be heard playing from Teko's Rotom Phone.

"...do I...know you?" Florian says, confused, cocking his head to the side.

"W-wha...You know! I set up 'dat little scam with 'da Pecha Berry! My boys tricked you an' 'dat STUPID OGRE into powerin' me up, see?!" it continues.

"...Well, I guess that explains the whole Luigi's Mansion sweepstakes thing." Florian muses. "...But sorry, man, this ain't ringing any Bronzong up there." he says, shrugging.

"I...I tried to get my boys to steal ya stuff! With 'dat scrawny one! A-and 'da rest of youse!" Pecharunt says, flustered.

"Nah, dude, that was Okidogi. You're weird and this conversation is weird. I'm outta here." Florian says, turning to leave.

"Wha...You schmucks don't remember me at ALL?! I...Rrrgh...Well, HERE's somethin' to jog ya MEMORY, see!!" Pecharunt says indignantly.

Pecharunt opens its shell, summoning a bunch of dripping purple mochi, and telekinetically flings them into Cera and Nemona's mouths.

"Urgh...What IS this?! ...Actually, it's kinda good." Cera says through a full mouth.

"It kind of tastes like...U-URK! N-not...feeling so good..." Nemona groans.

Both of them double over and start clutching their heads in pain while being cloaked by cursed energy. Everyone except Cauler, Juliana and Florian start running around, panicking.

"Wh...What did you do to my friends, you freak?!" Florian yells, getting ready to fight.

"Eh? Oh, I ain't do nuthin to 'em. I just made 'em MY friends! ...Look! Here 'dey are now, see! Pechahaha...But I'm just warnin' youse...'dey might be a little DIFFERENT 'den what you schmucks are used to!!" Pecharunt cackles cruelly.

"M…mo...MOCHI?! MOCHI MOCHI MATCHII!!!!" Nemona roars, performing a strange dance.

"MOCHOHOHOHO!!" Cera laughs with her, also doing the dance. Both of their eyes are glowing purple, and they're continuously spewing a purple froth from their mouths as if they've gone rabid. Pecharunt hides behind them, using their bodies as shields.

"...Hold on, I got this!" Cauler says after some thought.

She dashes forwards, swiftly lifts Nemona up by the front of her shirt and punches her in the stomach, then does the same to Cera as well, even though she tries to shamble away. Both of them fall to their knees upon being dropped and vomit up a disproportionately large amount of purple ooze as their eyes go back to normal.

"Uuuuurgh...My gut feels like it got run over by a steamroller...What HAPPENED??" Cera groans as she comes to, wiping off her mouth.

"I punched you! In the STOMACH!!" Cauler says.

"Wha...Eh, well, it ain't 'da first time 'dis thing's been...imperfect." Pecharunt concedes, moving its chains in a shrugging motion. "But YOU...You's gonna be a BIG help in takin' down 'DIS overblown meanie, beefcake!" it says telepathically, pointing at Florian.

"...wait, is this whole thing just some kinda revenge scheme...?" Teko says, confused.

"C'mere, you!!" Pecharunt latches onto Cauler's head like a Facehugger, causing her to thrash around wildly trying to get it off.

"...Hey, you didn't look like either of those two did...Wait, so you WEREN'T possessed?!" Arven asks Kieran.

"Wh...People really thought I was possessed when I made a bunch of questionable life choices?" Kieran says, incredulous.

"Bruh, on top of being purple like this...thing, your hair looked like a bloody onion. Forget the complete 180 in personality, nobody sane would wear ANY hair style like that." Penny says.

"...Dude, he's right here." Florian says, exasperated.

"What? It DOES look like an onion, doesn't it??" Teko says defensively.

Eventually, Pecharunt manages to fling a piece of binding mochi down Cauler's throat, causing her to double over after choking on it, trying to spit it out.

"M...mo...chi..." Cauler mutters.

"NOOO!!" Cera yells from behind the camera.

"Chahaha...What'cha gonna do NOW without Beefcakes here protectin' ya, see?" Pecharunt giggles.

"Mo...chi...mo...chaw? N-no...mo....chAWW HAW HAW HAWW!!" Cauler cackles.

"...Huh? Wait, what 'da-" Pecharunt says.

"Gaw...chi...Heh...heh...You really...think that...THIS...is enough to stop me...?" Cauler says slowly, staggering around while dribbling the same purple foam from her mouth.

"Wha...She's IMMUNE to it? How?!" Teko says from behind the camera.

"Maybe she's just overriding IT with her own will!" Arven says.

"I dunno, but you better KEEP being immune to it, or we're all DEAD!" Cera yells.

Cauler, her hands shaking, then repeatedly punches herself in the stomach, overpowering Pecharunt and puking up the binding mochi like the other two.

"...Then...you're gonna...have to try...a little harder than that." she pants, standing up triumphantly. Her face is marked purple from where Pecharunt's shell touched it.

Everyone stands in awed silence for a brief moment.

"...Hey, you got a little something on your fa-" Arven whispers.

"...Oh, COME ON!! NO! NO NO NO!! 'Dis ain't how it's supposed to work at ALL!! You...You're CHEATIN', see?!" Pecharunt whines telepathically, flailing its chains around like a petulant child. "'Dat ain't supposed to happen!"

"Ha! Ahaha! Gaw haw haw haw!! You can't do anything with ME around, punk! Did you really think your stupid little mind control would be able to dim the light of JUSTICE?! Get outta here and leave these people alone!" Cauler laughs heartily.

"Well, obviously, I just need to up 'da DOSAGE!" Pecharunt yells telepathically, firing a massive amount of mochi into Cauler's mouth. She intentionally spits them back out onto Pecharunt's face in an act of defiance.

"How many times do I have to SAY IT?! YOU! CAN'T! BEAT! ME!! I've had ENOUGH of you messing with my friends, you BULLY!! Time for you to face JUSTICE!! GuuurrrrRRAAAAGH!!" Cauler roars. She charges at Pecharunt, but phases through it and falls flat on her face.

"RRRGH...Boo! Boo, I say! 'Dis is NOT 'da end, see? I WILL rip 'dat pasty interloper into shreds for Mama...one way or another!" Pecharunt growls. It sticks its chain in its mouth, making an eerie whistling noise, and Fezandipiti swoops out of nowhere and hoists it off.

Everyone pauses to process what just happened. Florian looks at his hands.

"...I'm not really THAT pasty, am I?" he says quietly.

"That was...weird. So that's the "curse" you were talking about?" Teko asks Kieran from behind the camera..

"Yeah, but...I think it's gone now? All's well that ends well, I guess?" Kieran says, unsure.

"Man, I can't believe that thing has beef with me...So if the Lousy Three ARE its flunkies, I guess THAT explains why we got robbed by them!" Florian says to Cera as the video cuts out.]

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icarusredwings · 24 days ago

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This can work wonders if you have a confident Morph. Part of the reason morph would clash with patch is because Kevs too nervous and anxious to do anything like this around so many new people. I can see if they own a casino but jumping casinos wouldn't work for Kev. They would have to have a security in the staff and would a bit more shy then Wade is when it comes to the "call girl" role.

And yes while patch can be nice, like most hard gamblers like him who can run things and has the fear and respect of most staff if in a casino (unlike Remy who plays the "fun nice guy" at the table but is infact a big sore loser) and while these scenarios can fit Romy, I really like the idea of Patch being known as a gruff meany with no mercy. In a "What Jokes and Harley COULD have been" sort of thing.

"Wanna take a ride on your harley~?"

"Whadaya yapin bout, Wanda? I have a Yamaha. Why you want me to get a harley? Ill get a harley then."

"Noo! Im the harley!"

"Fine then ill get you a harley but you gotta wear a helmet okay?"

"....*pouts* okay.."

"Atta girl." *scruffs up her wig*"

Im not saying he hits wanda if he looses or blames her but he will be snappy and moody if they loose, growling at her sometimes. "I thought you were counting them!?"

"Now how am I supposed to be countin when your boners up my panties, Patches!?"

Which ussually ends up in wade either throwing a tantrum or patch saying something uncalled for and wanda cries.

"I did what I was supposed to do, so don't be yellin' at me! You always be yellin at me..." (I also like the idea of them having new jersey kinda accents)

"Hey hey hey wait, baby, im sorry - I didn't mean it. It's the cards. The damn cards. It doesn't mean nuthin."

"Nothin?"

"Nuthin."

"Promise?"

"Pinky swear on my mama's grave." (Hes never said this to anyone else before, its how she knows he actually means it)

"Oh patchy!!" And then ussually ends up in putting the seat back and eating burgers in the car, going home and going to sleep in each others arms.

Theyre toxic and I love them but man sometimes Wade gets just as jealous if theyre in a private venue and theres other waittresses or other girlfriends around.

"How much is he paying you to look like a whore?"

"Twice as much as ya face is gonna cost for reconstruction surgery if ya dont scram away from my man!"

"Wanda... play nice."

"Fine...You're the boss...."

She crosses her leg and her arms while on his lap and glares at the other girls, making his territory with kisses and leaning her arms over his shoulders 24/7.

"Whatda say to a lil strip pokey, patchy?"

"Wands.. here? Infront of the boys??"

She drags a finger down his chest, unbottoning as she goes. "Lette'm watch, peanut~"

In which ends with either Logan holding her on his lap and death glaring anyone who dares cringe at the sight of the scarred up skin.

It starts with the heel. And then the other heel. Then the stockings. And the other stockings. And then her dress, leaving her in her pretty black lace and just her red garter.

It takes one look, one smirk, a heavy puff of smoke, a snap, and a "Beat it, boys." Before he slams her against the table from out of his lap by the throat, pulling her garter off with his teeth and fuck her senseless. This is a good ship if you're into the whole slut shaming thing

"What did I tell you, huh? Showing yourself to everybody like a damn whore!? You tryna disrespect me or somethin?!"

"N-oH, No sir! Oh- Patches, Please. I-i am a whore."

"Who's whore are you? Huh? Tell me!"

"Y-yours~"

"And whys that?"

"Oh fuck- C-cause you're the boss, Daddy-"

ALEXA! Play you can be the boss by Lana del ray!!

I love how you write call girl Wade and having her as gender fluid, honestly I live for a gender ambiguous take on him, it scratches the brain PERFECTLY

And Logan would be obsessed

Just constantly having Wade in his lap, not letting her get more than an arms reach away unless absolutely necessary for their little scams

Girl why you always in my inbox as anonymous.

Were friends. How am I supposed to tag you in cool posts if I dont know who you are.

I do like genderfluid wade and ive been messing around with them for a bit. Wade is literally the "I think im gender fluid but theres a gunfight going on 24/7 so idc about that rn"

So if logan were to genuinely ask, gently bring it up, Hed probably joke at first like wym haha im not a girl and logan would just blink and be like "Just be who you want to be" and suddenly- He's at a dress shop, sitting outside the dressing room awkwardly making eyecontact with the employees who walk by to see him holding 18 different dresses.

"Sir you cant smoke in here"

"You want me to put it out on your forehead?"

When wade comes out theyre in this really pretty kind of pinup dress. "What do you think!?"

Logan sighs, puts it out on his boot and smiles fondly. "Well arnt you gonna spin around?"

So he does and then giggles. "It has pockets!"

So he looks up to the clerk like "What other colours you have of that?"

Wanda has all sorts of dresses now but her signature for gamble nights is a short sparkly one almost similar to sabrina carpenters and a garter with prada heels.

Even pearls. Real pearls to match what ever colour suit logan is wearing. A small "dibs" on her at all times.

By definition Call girl means a sex worker who works by appointment only rather then standing the streets or working for a "any time" brothel.

Sometimes tables get suspicious.

"Whos the girl?"

"Ahh nutin. Just a call girl."

"You pay'er to walk around witcha or smth?"

"Something like that. I play better if I have someone pretty to look at instead of ya ugly mugs."

Pretty much, anyone who makes an appointment dies. Mainly because thats her profession. To butter up her targets, take'em home and then takem out in body bags. Since call girls are "higher class" then regular prostitutes they often have protection with cartel or mafia, especially in this particular setting.

So yeah, sometimes Logan has to grit his teeth and play pimp. "Sell" Wanda off to a sorry sap but it makes him so happy to know she just comes back home and fucks him silly to soothe his jealousy. Its a rush lifestyle. Always on the go, always having the adrenaline of winning or the endorphins of flirting, leading them on, the relief that rushes down wandas back when she finally gets to kill them.

Its a great little scheme they have going on here but sometimes theres more trouble then they bargin for or sometimes one of the players will call wanda ugly and it sets Logan off and sends wade into a hysterical session of tears and refusing to let anyone see them for awhile without any make up on. It pisses patch off a lot actually because he works hard to make sure she feels pretty at all times, even telling her how pretty she is while holding her hair back and their head in the toilet. Cancer is not any kinder to them in this au but at the end of the day if Wanda can make everyone in this room want a piece of his ass while said ass is sitting on Patches lap? Theyre happy.

#deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #logan howlett #wade wilson #deadpool #deadpool 3 #wolverine #deadclaws #genderfluid wade #call girl wade #patch #patch logan #gambler au #the gambler #SoundCloud

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notmuchtoconceal · 1 year ago

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- brother jacek. why the long face? you look as hoarse as you sound!

- i'm not sad, brother brux.

- mate, you don't gotta hide nuthin from me. it's me, your buddy. it's me, brux. you know i'd only ever lie to you if you weren't in your right mind and i needed ta subdue ya! not that – y'know, you're ever fully in your right mind, so i guess i'm never fully tellin ya the truth? and that's loikely the cause of some of your strain? but – y'know. nobody's ever always in their right mind, mate. we all gotta lie to protect ourselves. it's not your fault that when people're around you they need extra protection and thus got a higher likelihood a lyin, and their lies – innocuous things that they are – only put ya further on edge. i swear to you, mate. i'm always tellin ya as much of the truth as i can, or i think ya can handle! and i know i'm super self-absorbed, but loike – i'm really tryin with ya, mate!

... not that i'm spellin this out cause i wanna manipulate ya or nothin, it's more like – i just need ya to see where i'm comin from, cause sometimes bein impersonal really is the best way to care for somebody?

... cause loike – y'know.

... on some level i really do wanna be your mum, but loike – realistically i can't? i feel like i'd be lyin to ya if i really did try to be your mum full-time, cause as much as i'd want to, i'd be openin myself up to more baggage than i could handle, and then i'd get strained and my strain would strain ya more, and it would begin to compose a vicious cycle of bitin off more than i can chew with a man who – i'm sorry to this say this mate – can really stuff his mouth cause he's not afraid to use his teeth?

… gosh, mate – i keep my distance around some men who, y'know – i dutifully serve and love and adore and now i gotta get close enough ta you to make ya feel safe and protected, but also – you could eat me. you really could. that is a probable outcome and it is one i need to protect myself against. it's not like – it's not like i don't want ya to be able to eat me either, cause – y'know. chances are if ya couldn't eat me, i'd just have contempt for you? i'd certainly find you a lot less intriguin. there's somethin inherently fascinatin about danger that makes ya compelled to rush toward it? though also – it cannot be overlooked – there's also somethin about danger that repulses ya and makes ya wanna stay away?

... i get it, mate. i get it. i wanna do everythin i can for ya, but i can only do it from a safe distance of no less than ten and no more than seven feet, and sometimes – y'know. you really do need me to get closer, but i can't? it's not your fault. it's not anybody's fault. there's simply an inherent difficulty in two men bein intimiate with one another, which is why men are best off bein intimate with girls, y'know – not that i gotta tell a fine, sharp-nosed poonhound like you, brother jacek, it's more loike –

- you're thinkin about joey and laika?

- red-handed as a reach-around in the jelly jar, brother jacek! cherry as always! i cannot tell a lie, but i sure can filibuster! roight, see – with joey and laika, it's loike – are they the same person? like all blondes? it's kinda weird how much laika wants to be loike joey, right?

- you wanna be like joey, brother brux.

- mate, i do not wanna be like joey. there's not a whole lot about joey which is admirable or beautiful or thrillin, he's a thoroughly miserable person who can't love anybody but monsters. no offense. i was not thinkin of either you or our commander whom i venerate with offerings, or laika himself for that matter, who seems to be a vain, petulant, amoral crackpot if you really squint between the hours of two and three.

... um, do i really think that? do i think my loving and devoted brothers who i spend most of my time around are thoroughly loveless shells of human beings who can only inflict suffering upon themselves and upon each other? have you ever noticed? this the sort of talk that you find uplifting and inspirational, brother jacek? would you like me to keep going, or would it be more productive if i bitched about wally instead?

- wally gets a lot done. joey does his best to see the good in people.

- on that point, you are correct, brother jacek. joey, why – sometimes he can even manage to see the good in me. your old pal, brux – least somebody tries to see him for what he is, as opposed to what they wanna see him as… am i some alluring fantasy to you, brother jacek? could you ever really love me, or do you just wanna use me for my body?

- should. i ... be using your body more?

- just sayin, mate. can't seem to recall the last time you forced my head down into a pile of your dirty budgies and made me sniff your balls as ya demolished my arse and whispered in my ear how much of a good bitch i am – your bitch – reaffirmin how little i'll ever amount to, and makin me so desperate to please your cock, i forget all about your shitty, fragmented personality and all the ways you're a violent pain tornado who'll never fly back together like the rewind of a demolished house. cause there's no savin you. there's no goin back home, mate.

- guess it's cause you always keep me at a distance.

- yes, brother jacek! it's all my fault you're not tillin my ass like the black and mulchy soil cause i keep tellin you i don't want you and pushin you away! it's absolutely my responsibility to make you feel safe and secure enough to want to tear open my arsehole and drape your massive shoulders in my prolapse like your kingly chains. i should be the one leadin the charge on that! you have no responsibility whatsoever for your lack of action. i should not be expecting you to intuit my wants from my come-hither glances alone. it's my fault. me. you did nothing wrong!

- yeah.

- well, congratulations brother jacek. once again, we've made it all about you. you don't care about brux's feelings. you don't care about how badly brux needs to be dicked by a tender, compassionate, rude and sociopathic muscled-up man-boy wrestler beast who loves him and would never care to permanently maim or wound him, though all he can talk about is how frightened, alone and desperate he is, the the poor bastard -- and that is entirety your fault! you need to dick me, brother jacek! i shouldn't have to tell you this straight to your face! you should just be able to read me from over there across the room, and eagerly serve my needy butthole like the gigantic able dick meat you are!

- …

- okay.

- there's a good lad, yacky. would you like to do it right here on the floor, or should i take ya back to my room, romance ya a lil, y'know – make ya feel like i'm your thrall?

- pretty tired. think i'm gonna head back to bed.

- brother jacek, it's eight in the morning!

- i'm an early settler.

#they were dark times #party times #[excerpt]

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years ago

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Float Like A Butterfly Ch.3 Unwanted Burdens

Summary:

Marinette and Adrien are trapped in cages of duty and resentment.

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"Don't you think Adrien's been acting weird?" Marinette asked.

Alya glanced from Kitty Section readying their instruments to her best friend. She wanted to reassure Marinette that her concerns were just her imagination running away with her again. But Alya noticed it too.

"You mean with Chloe?"

Marinette's nose wrinkled at the mention of Adrien's first friend. But her worry quickly came back. She never realized how little time they spent together until they started spending more. It wasn't what she would call a positive development. They seemed to argue a lot more now.

Alya looked at Marinette and knew they were thinking the same thing. Going over what she overheard in her head.

"I'm no good at being nice, Adrien."

"You don't have to be nice. You just have to not be cruel."

That was after Chloe had acted like her usual self with Sabrina. Alya didn't know if she agreed with Adrien or not but she never told anyone. It was a private conversation. And Chloe sounded oddly... vulnerable.

"They've been acting weird," Marinette conceded. "But there's something else that's... off about him." Her eyes widened. "What if it's something I did? Or something his fans said online? Or something worse!?"

Marinette blinked as she realized she was leaning into Alya's space. Stepping back Marinette slowed her words down to a less panicky level. "Could you check with Nino, please. Just, of course, you know, casually."

As if she summoned him with talk of his best friend Nino showed up. Frowning at his phone.

Giving Marinette a worried look Alya complied. "Nino, any word from Adrien?"

Nino bit his lip. "He can't make it."

"What!?" Marinette winced as her yelp attracted unwanted attention from the rest of the ship. "Did he say why?"

"Something about messing up on the piano?" Nino glanced back at his phone, expression shifting into a glare. "It's just like Adrien's old man to be a killjoy the five seconds he spends with my bro!"

"Hey," Forcing some optimism into her voice Alya placed a reassuring hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. "I'm sure Adrien will sort it out. It's not the first time his dad has kept him from hanging out with us.

Nino wasn't convinced but he nodded anyway and let Alya kiss his cheek. He also noticed that Adrien was acting weird. But no matter how Nino asked, Adrien always evaded the question. It was wearing on his patience.

"Captain Anarka speakin' to ya! So, how's it comin' along me young pirates!"

Marinette started as Juleka's maman appeared out of nowhere. She was loud and jovial and apparently didn't like cleaning? Maybe it worked for the Couffaines but Marinette's mind needed a bit more order to function properly.

Still, it was her home, er, ship so Marinette could appreciate Anarka's unconventional hospitality. A smile formed slowly as Captain Couffaine's exuberance pulled her and her friends out of less pleasant thoughts.

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Adrien played the piano mechanically. Feeling his skin burn under his Father's stern gaze. When he wished for more time together Adrien didn't mean being judged in person.

Despite the focus Gabriel's mere presence demanded, Adrien's mind wandered. Juleka had extended an open invitation to the entire class for the music festival. That was the first time one of his... not-exactly-close friends had actually invited him over.

And he was stuck here.

Adrien winced as a discordant note echoed from where his finger slipped on the wrong key. Eyes glancing fearfully at his father.

"I've heard enough." Gabriel raised his hand to forestall any more noise from Adrien. "Are you sure you're practicing, Adrien?"

Standing, Gabriel showed his back to his son. Not looking at Adrien when speaking to him. Voice full of accusation and annoyance.

In other words, Gabriel acted the same as always.

"... I'm just doing the same exercises over and over again..." An idea came to him. "I think I could make better progress if I could just play with other musicians." Adrien forced his tone to be hopeful, trying to reason with his father. "After all, music is meant to be shared with other people don't you think?"

"We Agrestes are soloists." Gabriel crushed Adrien's argument dismissively, deigning a glance at his son. "Not mere group members. I suggest you rehearse your piece some more. You'll play it for me again later today."

His heartbeat spiked. "But- Father! You promised that I could attend my friends' concert!"

"Not after that performance you've just given."

But you promised! Adrien's jaw clenched to keep the words down. There was no point in arguing with someone who didn't listen.

"Which is probably due to their influence.

His hands trembled. You don't know them! You don't know anything!

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

With that Gabriel and Nathalie, who Adrien had forgotten was even there, left without a backward glance.

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

Adrien sat their as a growing pressure built in his chest. Clawing, demanding, yelling. Jerking to his feet Adrien paced, trying to get his body and mind to quiet down.

"You need to refocus, Adrien."

Rubbing at his eyes Adrien sent a brief text to Nino. Forcing his breath to even out. He didn't feel like talking at the moment.

"You need to refocus, Adrien!"

That done Adrien snatched up his basketball and threw it at the net. His piano disappearing into the floor. Grabbing the ball as it bounced he threw it into the net again. His piano rising from its hiding place.

"YOU NEED TO REFOCUS, ADRIEN!"

Again he threw the ball.

Down it went.

Again into the net.

Up it came.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up.

Again.

Down.

Again.

Up-

"YOU NEED TO REFOCUS, ADRIEN!"

Adrien shoved the ball forcefully away from him. Not caring what it hit. Grabbing the remote he turned on his TV and raised the volume as high as it would go.

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Marinette stared openmouthed at the massive shockwave that came from Luka's electric guitar. By comparison she was only mildly surprised when police helicopters appeared overhead.

Sabrina's dad pulled up with a megaphone. "Mme. Anarka, are you completely out of your mind!?"

M. Raincomprix was on a first name basis with Juleka's maman? That probably wasn't good.

"It's the National Music Festival today, Officer Roger! My crew's allowed to play whatever they want!" Anarka projected over the speakers.

Definitely not good. Marinette tried to de-escalate the situation. "Uh, maybe we could turn the volume down a bit, Captain? Then there'd be no more problem, right?"

"No! Out of the question!" Anarka dismissed immediately. "I didn't name my galleon Liberty for nuthin' y'know! It's a matter of principle!"

From there things quickly spiraled. Anarka's stubborn refusal to listen to anything Roger had to say prompting him to pettily give more and more tickets. Each addition enraging her so much her voice stuck in her throat.

Anarka stalked away from the others on deck once Officer Roger and the other police left. Face red and fists clenched.

Marinette looked at her friends, all of them worried. Especially Juleka and Luka.

Luka. "Are you okay?" Marinette asked.

"Um, yeah." Luka gave a wan smile. "It isn't the first time ma's gotten mad at the cops."

That didn't reassure Marinette the way he probably meant it to. "So, this, happens often?"

"I wouldn't say often." Luka's gaze landed on Juleka, currently being comforted by Rose. Appreciation lit up his eyes. "It's harder on Juleka. I help where I can but I can't stay with her all the time. Rose has been amazing the past year. She stays with Juleka if me and ma are working."

"You have a job?" Marinette blinked in surprise.

"I have to. Maman can't pay for-" Luka stopped. Apparently realizing that he might've said too much. "Anyway I help her out... Doesn't leave much room for hanging out, though."

His gaze travelled across the deck. Taking in all of Marinette's friends. For the first time she realized no one from Luka's school was there.

"That's... You're a good brother, Luka." Marinette felt she understood the older boy a bit better. Even if the Couffaine's as a whole were even more unclear.

He shrugged in a 'anyone would do it for family' kinda way. "I-"

Dark, purple-ish fluid flowed from the helm, covering the entire Liberty.

Marinette went cold. "Oh, no!"

Sure enough, Anarka was akumatized.

Captain Hardrock wanted to destroy the music festival until only their song remained. Amid the fear and uncertainty of being in the power of an akuma without her transformation, Marinette felt pride that her friends rejected Captain Hardrock without hesitation.

Marinette's mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of the chains that bound her with Luka. No one else was coming. She was the only hero Paris had to protect it! She had to find a way out! She had to-

Tikki peered at Marinette from her purse. Smiling in relief, Marinette gave her a subtle nod. Stealthily, Tikki phased through the lock, chains falling with a clatter.

"Wow! How'd you do that?" Luka gave her a wondering look.

"Uh, I, uh- With this!" She held up the guitar pick he'd given her.

"Your amazing," he praised, helping her up. "A real magician, Marinette."

"Uh, you think so? Oh, it was nothing. Uh, amazing? Really?"

" 'Scuse me but some of us are still chained up here, y'know," Alya interrupted.

"Right!" Marinette placed herself between her friends line of sight and the locks. Obscuring Tikki from view. Soon everyone was freed.

"How're we getting off this crazy ride, dudes?" Nino asked.

Luka looked around the inside of the Liberty, which wasn't as transformed as the outside. "I have an idea."

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"Few! That was close!" Tikki looked out from Marinette's purse at the others who made it off the Liberty in makeshift rafts.

They were on the opposite side of the Seine. Luka, Juleka, Rose and Ivan. Marinette gazed after the Liberty. Alya, Nino and Mylene still onboard. Liberty's chains catching them before they could take off.

Anxious, persistent defeat loomed in the back of Marinette's mind. Threatening to drown her. She pushed it back with difficulty. "Tikki, I have to save my friends!"

"But last time you struggled without someone to help you," Tikki pointed out. Concern for Marinette's wellbeing overriding any other considerations. "You should go to Master Fu for help."

Conflicting emotions flickered across Marinette's face. "... You're right," she agreed, resigned.

Quickly, Marinette found a hiding spot and transformed. With a backward glance at the destruction wrought by Captain Hardrock, Ladybug reluctantly swung towards the Guardian.

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"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission. Choose wisely. Such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over you will retrieve the Miraculous and return it to me."

Ladybug was only half listening. Engrossed by the only Miraculous that lit up in her mind.

No. Please not his. Please.

But no matter which Miraculous she looked at her gaze was drawn back to his ring. Hand trembling, stomach turning itself inside out, (Ladybug didn't want anyone else) her fingers closed around Chat Noir's ring. Once it was in her hand she pressed it to her chest. It was the only thing she had of him.

Master Fu's eyes widened at her choice. "Are you sure, Marinette?"

Ladybug just nodded.

Staring at her for a moment, he finally spoke. "The Miraculous of the Black Cat is the most dangerous out of all in existence. Whoever you choose must put others above himself."

The words entered but did not impact her. Like a stone being thrown into waters too turbulent to make ripples. "Of course... Master Fu."

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"Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Black Cat. Which grants the power of Destruction. Once our mission is complete you will return it to me."

Eyes wide in disbelief, Luka carefully took the offered Miraculous. Wonder quickly morphed into confusion, however. "Wait. Black Cat? But what about-"

A ball of green energy shooting out of the ring interrupted him. When he lowered his hand at the fading light a small, cat-like being floated in front of him. Its ears drooping and eyes sad.

Luka took an involuntary step back as a requiem filled his head at the sight of it. Fingers twitching for his guitar.

"You're not-" Green bubbles erupted from its- his mouth, gaze turning toward Ladybug. "Why isn't it-" Again green bubbles came out before he could finish.

Ladybug gave the small, sad, cat-like being a pained look. "We need your help, Plagg. Paris needs your help... Please."

An unspoken understanding passed between Ladybug and Plagg. A conversation Luka was not privy to.

With a nod Plagg sized Luka up. "Well," he said with a mocking grin. "You're not much to look at. Name's Plagg."

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With every misstep Ladybug reminded herself that Panthera was not Chat Noir.

That she couldn't expect him to function on the same level as someone who had his Miraculous for over a year. Couldn't expect someone she only just met to know her movements as well as someone who'd fought by her side since the very first akuma. Someone who'd never held a staff to wield it as expertly as someone who'd spent hours trying to figure out every possible use.

Ladybug reminded herself of this every time Panthera was caught in Liberty's chains or lost his staff to Captain Hardrock's swordplay or held back when he should push forward.

Her earrings beeped insistently, reminding her that time was almost up. Finally, Ladybug managed to trap Captain Hardrock to the helm with her Lucky Charm. Cataclysm destroying only the compass instead of the entire ship like she planned. Luckily, it turned out that's all they needed and she purified the akuma.

As the Miraculous Cure set everything right Ladybug turned to Panthera and- Luka was grinning at her. Relief adding to his joy. He held up a fist. Hesitantly, Ladybug raised her own, rewarding him with a smile.

"Bien joue."

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I hate you!

Adrien glared at the screen, having turned down the volume once the news reported something of actual interest: the akuma attack... And Ladybug's new partner.

I hate you!

Panthera, as he called himself, had a rather uninspired suit design. The only significant difference from Chat Noir's look was his green hair.

I hate you!

Heartbeat pounding in his ears, Adrien dissected everything about this 'Panthera' as he could from the shaky broadcast. The newbie held his staff like a club, having trouble with the extending functions.

I hate you!

Captain Hardrock thrust with her sword. Pushing Panthera back. Splitting his staff in two he held them in an X, blocking an overhead blow. But immediately Captain Hardrock switched to an underhand strike, separating the two halves of the staff and sending one flying into the Seine.

I hate you!

Ladybug's yo-yo pulled Panthera out of the supervillain's sword range. But not before losing his remaining staff.

Captain Hardrock charged. Ladybug dodging both her and the flying chains. Panthera jumped away from her sword... and right into the boat's chains.

The remote creaked in Adrien's tightening grip; teeth clenched.

I hate you!

Quickly breaking Panthera's restraints, Ladybug helped him to his feet. Together they charged. Or rather, it should have been together. Panthera had to retrieve his staff which threw off their timing.

Ladybug leapt from chain to chain in midair, as graceful as a gymnast. Panthera a fraction behind her. Captain Hardrock took advantage of the minut delay by breaking past Ladybug's assault, jumping onto the mast net.

I hate you!

Sweat beaded on Adrien's forehead despite the coolness of his room.

Ladybug summoned her Lucky Charm -her own chain- and searched for how to use it while Panthera protected her from the Liberty's attacks. Finally getting into his role.

They conferred for a moment before the chains forced them to split up. Ladybug disappearing below deck while Panthera took on Captain Hardrock. He was marginally better than before, returning her strikes blow for blow. But Captain Hardrock still managed to pin him to the mast with her chains.

I hate you!

Panthera was saying something to the supervillain... Attempting to reason with her. It didn't work, of course, but it gave Ladybug the distraction she needed to rescue him. As they fought Ladybug maneuvered the supervillain towards the helm. In one swift movement she tied Captain Hardrock to her own wheel.

I hate-

Adrien jumped to his feet, eyes wide as the first vestiges of fear mixed with his already pounding heart; the ship sailed through the air for one moment before crashing to the ground. Sagging back down he saw Panthera call on Cataclysm. And Ladybug's cure put everything back to normal.

Nadja went on to heap praise on this 'new Chat Noir' and ask questions Adrien hoped no one ever found out. I hate you! Scowling he turned it off.

I hate you! Adrien's frown deepened. Ladybug... was usually better at communicating her plans. I hate you! It was a confusing thought. I hate you! As it meant Panthera wasn't the only one to blame for such abysmal teamwork. I hate you!

A sharp crack brought Adrien's attention to the remote still in his clenched fist. Uncurling his fingers Adrien stared at the break running along the bottom. I hate you! If you weren't looking for it you wouldn't even notice. I hate you!

The sound of Adrien's door opening was the only warning he got of Nathalie's entrance. (Why didn't he have a lock? Every other room in the manor had a lock, even the kitchen had a lock! So, why didn't he?) Not for the first time Adrien noted how she didn't knock before entering.

His father's assistant glanced between him and the piano but said nothing about it to Adrien. That didn't mean she'd say nothing about it to Gabriel.

"Adrien. Your father had something come up at work and won't be able to hear your recital today." Nathalie's impassive expression never changed. "...He still expects you to practice. I'll try to fit you in tomorrow."

"..."

"Adrien-"

"I get it." Adrien snapped, unclenching his jaw. "Father has more important things to deal with."

Nodding once, Nathalie left as quickly as she arrived.

Adrien's chest rose and fell as his breath came rapidly. I hate you! Mind snapping back to the akuma fight -fingernails digging into his palms- or more specifically, Ladybug's new partner.

Panthera wasn't any better than Chat Noir. I hate you! Adrien's hands were shaking. I hate you! He wasn't a better fighter. I hate you! The remote slipped from his grip as he clenched and unclenched his fingers like claws. I hate you! He couldn't follow Ladybug's signals like Chat Noir could. I hate you! Adrien's vision blurred, eyes burning. I hate you! It was hard to tell across a screen. I hate you! His throat was too tight. I hate you! But the only significant difference was how silent Panthera was compared to-

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate-

Was that the only reason?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-

Wildfire raged in Adrien's chest. Burning his throat, his stomach, his head.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Did they really choose this wannabe Chat Noir because he WOULDN'T ASK QUESTIONS!?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Building pressure pushed at Adrien's chest and jaw and throat and eyes and fists.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Choose him because he would be quiet and obedient and SYCOPHANTIC!?

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Bile rose into his mouth and stung his throat.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Adrien's whole body shook. Everything blurred, nothing was clear. Except the great, persistent, growing pain that threatened to shake him apart. He could feel himself cracking, breaking, shattering-

His phone rang.

Adrien scrambled for it. Like it was a rope tossed into the deep, dark well he found himself drowning in.

I hate you!

Without bothering to glance at the caller Adrien answered.

"Sup, bro!"

Blinking rapidly, Adrien saw Nino, Alya and Marinette crowding into the screen. Behind them were their other friends making some last minute preparations for the music festival. Suddenly his raging storm was much more endurable.

Nino leaned into the camera. "Dude, is your camera off? It's all dark."

"Uh, yeah, just a sec." Realizing that he must look like a mess Adrien hit mute and hurried into his bathroom. The red eyed, tear stained face that he washed away made him grateful his friends hadn't seen him.

I hate you!

With a deep breath Adrien turned the mic and camera back on, forcing a smile. "Hey."

"There he is!" Nino grinned.

Alya turned the phone to focus on her. "So, we know you were looking forward to being here. Which is why this girl," Alya wrapped an arm around Marinette and hugged her close. "Had the brilliant idea to do this video chat!"

Smile softening into something more genuine Adrien gazed at Marinette's pink face. "You were thinking of me?"

"W-well, I just thought that it was a shame you couldn't tea- be here! So, I just, yeah..." Marinette trailed off, eyes everywhere but the screen.

His heart slowed from breakneck speed to merely sprinting. "Thank you."

Marinette squeaked and muttered what could have been a 'you're welcome' before pushing the phone back to Nino. Wiggling out of Alya's grasp as she dashed off.

His best friend grinned at them as Alya chased after Marinette offscreen. But once his eyes came back to Adrien, Nino's brow furrowed slightly. "Seriously, bro, how you holding up?"

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

Something must've shown on Adrien's face as Nino asked: "That bad?"

Trying to downplay it Adrien shrugged. "It's not like it's the first time he's changed his mind."

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, as Nino scowled at the specter of Gabriel Agreste. "Dude. No offence, but I wanna sock your old man."

Laughter bubbled up and spilled out of Adrien. Blocking his breath and forming a stitch in his side. Vision blurring. Hand covering his mouth as he tried to control himself. Tried to stop it from devolving into hysterical sobbing.

"Adrien!?" Nino's eyes were wide with alarm.

Biting the inside of his cheek Adrien gasped for breath. "S-sorry." He fought of the giggles that threatened to choke him. "It's just... he's a head taller than you."

Nino drew himself up indignantly and Adrien was relieved to see his misdirection work.

"That bony hermit never gets off his rear-end! My little brother could kick him into next week, dude!"

A bark of laughter escaped Adrien's control. Thankfully not igniting the false manic glee. "Thanks for that."

Despite his confusion Nino still smiled at Adrien. "What are bros for?"

Gazing gratefully at Nino, Adrien felt himself balance on a melancholy plateau. "I really will be okay. This," by which he meant their call, "helps."

Nino fidgeted, adjusting his cap. "I just... wish I could do more, y'know?" The unspoken for you was clear as day.

A pleasant warmth bloomed in Adrien's chest, softening further the ache that remained. "I know, bro. That's why I love you."

"I love you, too." Nino searched for something more to say as he searched Adrien's face for what remained unsaid, but nothing came to him. "Well... Kitty Section is starting soon. Might as well greet the band before they become famous and forget they know us."

"No, we wouldn't want that would we..." Adrien could almost ignore the pressure in his chest.

After a round of waving and sympathizing with him for not being able to make it, they began. Kitty Section was amazing. Rose's voice was never like that! Juleka smiled widely, carefree. Ivan was the most intense Adrien had ever seen. They looked... alive.

Gabriel would certainly classify it as 'classless noise' but to Adrien? Kitty Section had something that he couldn't replicate inside the four walls of his cage.

I hate you.

At least, not without Plagg.

While he stayed in frame Luka never took his eyes off Marinette. A hopeful smile evident even across the screen. As night came on and the band went from rehearsing to performing, Luka seemed to play for one person only.

Adrien had never met Luka, despite hearing about him from the bandmembers in his class. And he didn't really count saying hello over video chat like his father. The older boy was nice, polite and good at guitar. Besides dyeing their hair Adrien couldn't honestly say Luka bore any resemblance to his sister.

"-out of chaos comes creation!" He heard Anarka spout in the background, talking to someone he couldn't see. Adrien didn't know why but the phrase stuck in his head. It was like a promise.

Out of Chaos comes Creation.

Wrapping it tightly about himself, Adrien brandished it like an amulet against the voice that wouldn't stop whispering at the edges of his thoughts.

I hate you.

Apparently, that wasn't why Adrien's mind had latched onto the phrase.

Trying to drown it out with Kitty Section's illegally loud music didn't work. It was always the same volume.

I hate you.

Distracting Adrien from enjoying his friends' concert. Like a thorn in his side.

He knew what it was. It was everything he was trying to ignore. Everything he felt at seeing himself replaced so easily. At the excitement in Alya's voice when she shot out theories about Panthera. At the Guardian, at Ladybug, at himself. All summed up into three little words Adrien had never said to anyone.

I hate you.

Despite Adrien's attempts to even his breathing and calm his heartbeat, the voice continued to plague his thoughts for the rest of the night.

I hate you.

A reminder that, even in his own mind, Adrien could never be free.

#ml angst #ml au #adrien angst #adrien agreste #captain hardrock #marinette dupain cheng #float like a butterfly #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction

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getsusekaii · 8 months ago

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yoshida's points make anything denji would even want to say disappear. it seems a little bit petty to hold on to any sense of dignity, or be irritatingly defiant when he sat on his bed and was spoon feeding him. while he doesn't want yoshida to be ill again anytime soon, he could tell — something in his chest knows that if yoshida ever needed him, like a dog he would come running to his side. be it to care for him while he's sick, or to accompany him to a cafe he thinks denji would like, denji wants to be a constant in yoshida's life. a constant he's unsure the other wants, but given the tension in the air between them, it was obvious there was something there. denji is now only noticing it after weeks of absence. he could only shake his head at the question posed to him, unsure if he was blushing now at being open, or in shame for.

being accustomed to the many faces he's used to seeing yoshida make, this one seems... different. there's something there in his eyes, in his voice as he apologizes; it shakes denji to his core, burns him from the inside out. something begins to chant in his head in tandem to the rhythm of his heart which has been beating wildly out of control. to this he answers yoshida, unabashed, “of course i did.” the moment aki had told him that yoshida was sick he didn't even kick up a fuss about going to see him; he came straight to him, like a dog who wandered away too far from its owner always returning to them. he waits for yoshida to gather himself, waiting for him to open up to him, listen to everything he has to say.

“...y-you saw that?” denji asks, shakes his head in vehement denial, his hand gripping tightly to yoshida's own. “no. no, i didn't kiss her. i... she tried ta, b-but i stopped her with my hand. i never kissed reze. she's nuthin' but a friend ta me.” denji can't believe that yoshida saw that. that day, reze had confessed that she had liked denji, attempted to kiss him in the classroom that late afternoon. everything was perfect, like a scene out of some cheesy romcom, up until denji's hand blocked her from kissing him. everything was perfect, yet he couldn't explain why everything about that moment wasn't perfect.

denji feels like the air was knocked out of him for a second. he had to manually breathe as well because he never, ever expected yoshida to be jealous of all emotions. he might be an idiot, and a bit dense, but yoshida pining for his attention and being jealous that someone else was getting it meant something big right? that sounded like a very big deal, and denji feels like he's about to pass out from the overwhelming amount of emotions he was currently experiencing. he can only utter sounds; doesn't dare imagine what sort of face he's making, but he's hot, he's so hot.

i want to kiss him.

denji shoves that thought away quickly, covering his mouth and subsequent profound blush with his free hand, shocked at what he'd just been thinking. he knows he's shaking, rattled up mentally and emotionally but unable to address these things currently. he shouldn't be selfish and keep pushing yoshida when he was still sick. still, he suspects yoshida must crave to hear how he's feeling or what he thinks, so holding onto his anchor he mutters in the softest of voices, “be selfish then. don't run away from me anymore, i-if you want me to have eyes for you, it's cowardly of you t' just... leave.” denji looks at yoshida worried, palm slipping out of his grasp to lay on his forehead and cheek to check his temperature. it serves as a great distraction from everything else, but also this is bad that he's this hot. he shouldn't be talking to him like this while he's sick.

“i-i'll go get your medicine for ya. you can eat some of it on your own, right?”

HIS REACTION IS SOMETHING THAT HE DOESN'T QUITE EXPECT CONSIDERING DENJI USUALLY WELCOMES HIS ADVANCES. he wonders if their time apart had really done that, but a part of him really can't forget. he likes these sides of denji even if he knows people would question him on his taste. but for him, denji is a lot like TIME, there's no value to it but it's measured in life. life is limited, often taken for granted & he doesn't want to take what denji's worth is to him. he is priceless & even if he's unsure how long they would have at this moment, yoshida would cherish every second of it. however, there's still a smile on his lips as he takes another spoonful of the porridge that he's cooked. the fact of the matter is, he would never let anyone take care of him.

❛ what's different about it? ❜ he decides to humor him because even in the haze of his fever, he knows this doesn't make much sense. ❛ if you were sick, you know i'd take care of you. so what then? is that different?❜ he counters the other before he takes another bite of his spoon-fed soup. yoshida gives denji's hand another squeeze wondering if he can feel the radiating heat off just his hand. he wonders if he's uncomfortable, but the blonde makes no motion to let go. instead they stay connected as they always were, as they should have been.

yoshida listens & he feels himself melt like chocolate tempered to be made into a truffle. if he wasn't sick he knows what kind of emboldened move he would make, but he should be patient on that front. he can feel his heart rattling in it's cage once more, the roar of it telling him to act on emotions rather than his brain. he disliked seeing that look on denji's face, chewed & spit out by him like he was nothing more than discarded trash. he shakes his head now, ❛ i shouldn't have shut you out. i'm sorry, denji. were you thinking about me on the way here?❜ he should know the answer to this question, but he wants that validation. ❛ i'm not perfect, but those things don't stress me out. what stressed me out was...❜ he trails off feeling like he can admit it now.

❛ you kissed reze in the classroom awhile back, right? i saw and i just assumed you two were a thing. i mean...you are, right? ❜ he doesn't know if denji is piecing everything together, but yoshida was jealous. he knew he'd never get his attention since he didn't have the female anatomy. he also wasn't the type of person who sought these relationships most teenagers loved to talk about whether it was bragging about being in one or hallway gossip. yoshida would reject it in any way that he could. ❛ denji, i was jealous because i only wanted your eyes to be on me and that's selfish. ❜ he looks up at him now, a worry-worn smile on his mouth wondering if yoshida could get away with implying it, but he might have to admit it:

I LIKE YOU.

it's just that he didn't want to admit it while he was in this state. this awful shape where denji has to take care of him. yoshida feels like bullet holes on a target sheet, he was bare & ripped by pieces of metal. denji would be able to see the parts of him that weren't the image he purported at school, but he also understands that he had let denji see him fully as he was. he can feel the sudden perspiration forming in his back & he knows is fever is in full force. he wonders how much of this conversation he can keep before sleep abruptly grasps him.

#smilemuse #✦ ・ denji #✦ ・ in character #i will reply to the other threads too BUT THIS IM YELLING AAAAAAA #sittin in the club on my 3rd mimosa crying abt them to the bartender atm (he does not care like i do)#IM AAAAAAAAA THE INTERNAL CONFESSION #WANTING TO KISS #HUIROOIUHGSDIOFD HELP #this is TOO MUCH for my heart ahgshjka #waiting for u to come yell at me haha <3 #also mb i was COOKIN with this reply simply bc you had too and it got LONG sisjahajsjgjas #anyways <3333

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princelover-blr · 5 years ago

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Conversation: 11

Who's Really Bad?

We are here on Ari's Conversation and We have Morris Day who will not be performing today but will performing next Saturday on Ari's Conversation but ladies and gentlemen he is here at Paisley Park . As a matter of fact our three favorite are all at Paisey Park, for Prince being the owner is hosting a party. He and the celebrity Michael Jackson will be performing tonight.

(Michael gets on stage).

I just wanted to let you all know I thank for coming tonight and am truly honored to be here, it's a real treat. Thank you Ari.😂😆😆😂😂😅

ARI: Your welcome sweetheart!!!!!!!!!! (She yells loud enough for him to hear here).

Michael: 😅😅😅😇

The Crew: 😍 😇😇😇🤩 👉👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👈🏽👉👉👏👏🏾👏🏻👏🏻👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏👏🏻👏🏻👏👏👏🏻👏🏼👏👏👏🏻👏🏻👏👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Michael: I'll be performing Thriller tonight, show Prince who's really bad!

The Crew: 😅😅😅😅🙃🙃🙃🙃😭😭😭😳😳😳😨😨😨🤭🥴🥴🥴👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Michael walks off stage and the lights get low, and red light and smoke filled the room.

The Crew: 😍😍😍😍😭😭😨😨😨😱😱🥰👏🏽👏🏽👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 (whistles)

(An image came on the screen)

(Then Michael had came out, and stood in the shadows)

Michael:

Ahahahahahahahaha

It's close to midnight

Something evil's lurking from the dark

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound before you make it

You start to freeze

As horror looks you right between your eyes

You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer thriller tonight, yeah

Ahahahahahahahaha

I'm gonna bring it tonight

Ahahahahahahahaha

You hear the door slam

And realize there's nowhere left to run

You feel the cold hand

And wonder if you'll ever see the sun

You close your eyes

And hope that this is just imagination

Girl but all the while

You hear a creature creeping up behind

You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no one's gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it's thriller

Thriller night

You're fighting for your life

Inside a killer thriller tonight

Ahahahahahahahaha

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

Get up, get up

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize y'all's neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

Ooh, babe

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

'Cause this is thriller

Get up, get up (I'm gonna thrill you tonight)

I'm gonna thrill you tonight

'Cause this is thriller

The Crew: 😍😍😍😍🤩🤩😍😍😍😍🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🤟🏻🙌🏼🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏻🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🤟🏽🤟🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽🤙👏👏👏👏👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽😱😱😱😍😍😍🥰💯💯💯

(Prince comes downstairs but no one sees him not yet).

He walks toward the door that lead to the party, and straightens his collar once he is nearly about to make a grand entrance.

He has someone on his earpiece say "There ready for you man".

Ari: Alright. Let's give it up to our host, Partyman!

The Crew: 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼😭😭 Prince! Prince! 😆😆😱🙃😍😍💯😇😇🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼😱😱🤩🤩🤩🙌🏼🥰🤩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😇😇🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏽👏🏻🙌🏼Come on Prince!!!! (Someone said).

Prince: Now Mike why you had to do me like that man?

Michael: Well you know what they say? Finish with a boom.

Prince: Alright, fine!

Prince: Get me the beat now y'all huh!

Oh, yeah yeah!

All hail the new king in town

Young and old, gather 'round (Yeah)

Black and white, red and green (Yeah, funky)

The funkiest man U've ever seen

Tell U what his name is

Partyman, Partyman

Rock a party like nobody can

Rules and regulations, no place in this nation

Partyman, Partyman

Party people say it now (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Somebody holla if U wanna party {crowd noise}

"Ladies and gentlemen, no pictures please"

Get it up, oh yeah!

Partyman, P-Partyman

Get it up, g-get it up, yeah

"Ohh, I love purple!"

I rock the party, I rock the house

I rock the whole world north, east and south

In the west, 17 horns blowin'

Partyman, Partyman (Lose me old boy)

Get it up, sing!

"All hail the new king in town!"

Ain't nuthin but a muffin

We got a lotta butter 2 go (Say I oughta knock U in, but don't come no)=

If it break when it bend

U better not put it in

Get it up (Ride 'em, boy)

Partyman, P-Partyman (P-P-Partyman, Partyman)

Partyman, Partyman

(Anonymous Voice)-“Prince?”

Prince: huh?

Sporita: Princeewkannaz lef moof leuz me kiba coon tey la zifa bele rikita boon Ari tendi wakaba zoool manana o forxweeva

Prince: (Tries to scream but can’t)

Prince: (Comes from out of the shadows back into the crowd)

Morris Day: (Talking to a woman he doesn’t know is a vampire )

Prince:( comes in looking for Ari)

Ari: (Dancing)

Prince: Come here baby!

Ari:😂😂😂😨🤨uhhh Prince, since when do you? Ok umm.... Woah ok

Prince and Ari:

Ari: Prince? I don't know what to say ? I.....

Prince: Don't say anything.

Ari: 😶 I didn't know you felt this way about me? And I never that I'd be into you like this. I mean you cute and all but I was never....

Prince: Shhh that doesn't matter anymore. Just dance with me.

Ari:😌(her head resting on his chest).

Ari: What made you change your cold ways?

Prince: IDK. It's like something came over me and looked me in the eye and ripped my soul out of me and replaced it with a tender loving yet adventurous, lustful monster. Idk. Then I saw you dancing and I couldn't contain it anymore.

Ari: What about that chick you slept with?

Prince: What about her? She's not you.

Ari: 🤔 Oh really? (Sarcastically)

Prince: I'm serious, I'm sorry for what I did in the past baby. Please forgive me, I wanna start a relationship with you Ari. Don't you want that?

Prince: (Spun Ari around)

Ari:😨 l...🥰

Prince: When we stop dancing you can tell me. Ok?

Ari: 😦oh my uh... Ok.

What will Ari say? Is this true? Will Prince change his mind, when the spell wears off?

I'm gonna end it there for now, sorry for the delay I had a little problem I had to take care of.

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azurexalacrity · 5 years ago

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"You would never understand," the bunny snaps at Sonic, raising a pointed finger at him. "Unlike you, /I know where to draw the line/. I've seen what happens if you don't consider the consequences of every animal you lay eyes on. For all you know, you have ruined so many family's lives for /nothing/!" Judy was angry, yes... but tears were in her eyes. She's obviously shaken up by what the hedgehog just done. // UM HOPE THIS WORKS!

( @allnostalgic )

No one knew that this would happen.

No one knew what could have happened when that gargantuan monster flew into the Earth’s atmosphere today. No one could have known that it devastated a decently sized portion of the city; tearing through it like the whole bulk of it has been plunged inside of a twister and all that’s left are smithereens.

Fragments of glass were scattered all over the pavement, the sidewalk, and wherever else, speckled with blood. Either blood from the monster itself or the frightened citizens who attempted to scramble out of harm’s way.

The one who was coated with the majority of the monster’s blood was the one who stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of all of this mess: A blue hedgehog, suited up with armor and gauntlets to boot. Intended for protection, but now made for destruction. For decimation. For slaying the vicious alien monsters that threatened people’s lives and for fueling the ever so fire of the hedgehog’s need to destroy those monsters.

Who knew that such an objective, such an… order; an obsession, could only prove to create mass destruction? Who knew that the people the extraterrestrial officer intended to protect others, but gave them harm instead?

Sonic (or, rather “Nic” by his boss) hardly keep eye contact with Judy. Not because he didn’t necessarily care, but the whole area surrounding him couldn’t help but eat at him alive. Everything that he’s seeing… it was all his doing. The monster probably had some part to play in it but… it was mostly his fault.

Each word of Judy’s hit like thousands of arrows piercing into his suit, his fur, his skin, and bones. The gleaming cyan collar wrapped around his neck couldn’t even hurt him with such a pain. Nothing could. From what he’s learned throughout his life as being trained to be this… machine was that no matter how he can endure pain physically, the mental pain will always stay there.

And it always will.

Slender arms of his were folded over his beating chest, which was constricted by the lack of breathing he demonstrated. His fingertips already dug into the fabric of his sleeves and then his skin. It was an act of either sheer anxiety or rather to help himself to focus on Judy, focus on her words, instead of slipping. To focus on reality.

And, when he did find that reality and took a hold of it, his gloved fingers curled around his helmet, yanked it right off his head, and slammed it down on the pavement; right by his feet. His visor had broken into pieces, but he hardly acknowledged it.

All he can see is Judy now… and her tears. Tears that might have caused Sonic to shed some of his own if it weren’t for all the shock that’s pummeling him at the moment.

“I didn’t try ta make it all f’er nuthin!” His voice echoed among the silent city, possibly making his own ears ring by doing so. It hurt to speak like that. It hurt to shout at someone like that. He was told he was supposed to suppress that. To be like an emotionless, order-taking robot. But not anymore.

“I… I didn’t mean f’er things ta turn out this way…” He averted his gaze from her for a second, clamping his eyes shut so that nothing could escape; not even tears. “I thought takin’ care of da monster would solve everythin’… just like it always has been! I…”

He paused again. One of his hands was clasped over his mouth, muffling those shaky, stuttering breaths from him. “…I know it doesn’t excuse this but… I’ve been fightin’ monsters like these my whole entire life. That’s what I know what ta do since I was a kid. I never…” Another sigh. “I never lived in a city and met other people. Y’anno where I lived!?”

Several cracks were in his voice, and it sprung tears into the soldier’s eyes. He had never shed tears in years and now here he is, having them stain all over his face.

He wanted to be angry at Judy but he couldn’t. He knew she’s right. He knew it at the bottom of his heart. He can’t tell if that was the goodness of his heart or not, because he didn’t believe it.

He didn’t believe he is good.

“I lived in a facility. A base where I’m supposed ta train ta protect everythin’ in this galaxy. Where I’m trained ta fight, ta kill, ta do whatever my boss tells me ta do and guess what? If I don’t do what he says, I… I’m gone!”

Now he’s covering his face. He couldn’t even try to toughen up now. This was all too much. Far too much.

He’s already told Judy everything. Why bother straying away from that when he knows he can’t hide from it anymore? Why bother at all?

“But why bother thinkin’ dat at all? I… I jus’ told ya everythin’. Everythin’ dat I only know…”

They always say that the truth can set someone free… but for Sonic? It only proved to trap him.

#Allnostalgic #( We haven't even started yet and my heart already hurts for these two ;; )#( I can imagine this comes WAY later tho for them asdf )#( 'Cuz yeah it takes something like this for Sonic to tell her everything )#✪ ᵀʰᵉ ᴬᶰᶳʷᵉʳᵉᵈ : Answered✪#✪ ᵛᵉʳᶳᵉ ¹⁵ : Space Cop AU ✪#/// Blood ///#[[child soldier tw]]

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