#gabriel is amused by her punches

[ryn-halo26]

"What superior doesn't tell his subordinate he's dating her assignment!??!?" "Ow-Ow! sorry-ehehehe!"

@another-lost-mc , it's hard to draw a character with only a chibi drawing as reference. But, here's Gabriel being scolded by my oc, Yael, for not telling her important information.

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML Plot Points: Felix and S4 Finale

I mentioned in the S4 that Felix had his debut in S3. The episode remains mostly the same with two big differences: the akuma is not a weird lazy combo of previous akumas, and Felix’s amok is not the ring. Felix getting the ring is mostly because of his mom wanting it. Also so he could get an idea of what Gabriel’s home defenses are like.

In early season 4, after the early season akumas, Felix arrives at the manor and basically tells the Agrestes that he’ going to be staying in Paris. Either Gabriel lets him in the manor or he gets an apartment nearby where it’s harder to keep track of him. Gabriel is not amused, but gives in.

It’s worth noting that Felix knows already that he’s a sentimonster and that Gabriel is Shadowmoth, so there is no “Oh my god! My uncle is a supervillain” moment. Though he is mildly perturbed by the body in the basement.

Sentimonster or not, Gabriel cares about his nephew and will not use the peacock to thanks snap him. He will use it as a threat though, which leads Felix to gather as much evidence and dirt on Gabriel as he can and puts it on a dead man’s switch. If he doesn’t update the password every two days, it’s all sent to Adrien and the heroes. This situation leads to a back and forth between the two where Felix tries to get the peacock and collects as much blackmail material as possible, and Gabriel tries to stop him, sometimes with akumas.

Their little back and forth culminates in the season finale. Nathalie has been using optigami to try spying on the heroes, with limited success. She has discovered some identities, but none of the permanent heroes. Still, they figured out that Ladybug is in Adrien’s school. So they make a plan. Nathalie sets up the trip to get Adrien out of the city and, as Mayura, creates a Sentinathalie to accompany so she can keep track of him while being nearby in case Gabe needs an emergency akuma. Gabriel akumatises Risk and lets him go nuts for a couple of days. Once everything is set up, Gabriel dismisses Risk and creates Strikeback.

Since Strikeback is a sentimonster created form the peacock holder, Strikeback is immensely powerful and practically impossible to control, thus, why they need Adrien out of the city. The attack works almost flawlessly. They cause a lot of property damage, Ladybug is forced to rely on new Temporary heroes and both Carapace’s and Rena Rouge’s identities have been compromised. Gabriel breaks Strikeback’s amok and calls it a day.

And then everything goes wrong.

See, Adrien is not the one on the trip, it’s Felix. Adrien, knowing that he couldn’t afford to leave Paris, convinced Felix to take his place. Ladybug, having just discovered that her usual Dog holder (and everyone else, for that matter) was compromised, goes to “Adrien�� to have one temp holder not manipulated by Risk. The fight against Strikeback goes a little differently, but the summary is that most of the holders are about to run out of time and Ladybug has them go to different locations to get their miraculi separately without compromising anyone else. When she goes to find “Adrien”, she finds no one. And her yo-yo disappears.

It only takes her 6 seconds to get out of her surprise and retransform to eliminate her yo-yo, but that’s enough time for Felix to pull out a bunch of miraculi.

The thing that need to be understood about Felix is that, while he is genuinely smart, he is also an arrogant asshole. He thinks that, now that he has the raw might to win, he can finally drop the clandestine approach and just punch Gabriel to get the peacock. So he does the not very smart thing and unifies every miraculous in his possession:

-Miraculi that I want Felix to have: dog, ox, fox, turtle, tiger.

-Miraculi I wouldn’t mind giving him: pig, mouse and rooster.

That’s somewhere between five and eight miraculi simultaneously on the first day he has used a miraculous. If it wasn’t for his sentimonster regeneration, he would just die instantly, and he doesn’t even know about it beforehand.

Having swallowed his amok, with the Ox cutting him off from the peacock (making it impossible for him to get Thanos snapped) and the rest of his miraculi powering him up, the newly named Baskerville decides to just take the brooch from Gabriel.

It doesn’t go great.

Felix gets caught in a trap almost immediately and in the time it takes for him to escape, Gabriel has transformed, akumatised Nathalie into Domain and given her a sentimonster. Thus begins the most interesting fight I’ve foreshadowed in the posts about world building and powers.

Shadowmoth has all the same advantages he and Mayura had in the season 3 finale fight.

Domain has the ability to possess and alter the layout of the mansion, as long as she’s inside of the property.

The sentimonster (I haven’t thought of a name for it, suggestions are appreciated) has a space warping power that only works inside of the property. More specifically, it can change what doors lead to what room and the size of the rooms and hallways.

Baskerville has unlimited uses of the powers of all the previously mentioned miraculi.

During the fight, We finally get a look at how unhinged Felix trully is and why. He screams out about how awful it was growingg up with him. Being forced to obey every unreasonable expectation just for being alive, suffering every humiliating punishment for not reaching them, having his memories tampered with when he lashed out at him.

Using so many miraculi like that is putting him in excruciating pain, but it’ll be worth it if he finally gets to have control. It’ll be worth every lie, every scam, every underhanded bullshit trick he’s had to rely on to survive. He will not be controlled by anyone else again. He’s killed one rich jackass to get control of his life, he’ll do it again.

After some careful retrieval from team Moth (by which I mean they cut off his limbs), Felix is left with only the fox and the ox. In a last-ditch effort, he takes a punch to the face from Shadowmoth, losing the ox but getting the peacock. After that he immediately runs away.

In the meantime, the Hero Squad has caught on to the fight happening in the manor and is about to capture him. Gabriel is too injured to continue, so he hands all the miraculi to Nathalie so she can continue the job. The season ends with Nathalie using the Dog miraculous to get the crystal coffin out of the basement into an obscure warehouse one day the company and Gabriel surrounded by all the active heroes.

Things I didn’t elaborate on above:

-Marinette detransformed in front of Adrien because doing it quickly is more important than letting the miracle be stolen. Adrien promptly reveals his identity to her. This is how they find out Felix is a trick ass bitch.

-Felix is the only sentikid. There’s no SentiKagami, SentiChloe or SentiAdrien. It’s just him. He was made by Colt because him and Amelie were having trouble having children and is based on Adrien. Felix has… feelings about the person he’s a magical clone of.

-Felix’s amok is not the ring, it can be any random object, but it’s something that he carries with him almost religiously after he shows up in S4.

-Felix killed Colt. This would be implied subtly throughout the season and finally confirmed during the final fight. He poisoned his food to do it.

-Colt used the amok to mess with Felix’s memories rather often, so he’s not a reliable narrator about a lot of things. I really want to lean into the existential horror of not knowing how reliable his own memories really are.

-Felix suspects Adrien is Chat Noir but he is not completely certain.

-

GOD this is so much more fascinating than Canon.

[dragonmasterkaylz]

The Princess Of Hell

The lines are from Hazbin Hotel.

Lilith: *Eyes red* That’s Princess of Hell to you, pig!!!

Gabriel: *Shocked by injured arm* Alright then!!!

- Later -

Gabriel: *Strangling her*

Lilith: Argh!!!

Ppyong: No!!!

Gabriel: This fight was cute and all, but it’s time to die… WITH THE REST OF THEM!!!

Raphael: *Tackles Kayleigh*

Kayleigh: Lily!!!

Lilith: *Gasping*

Gabriel: *Gets punched* Argh!!!

Lilith: *Falls in Beelzebub’s arms* Dad?!

Beelzebub: *Smiles* Sorry I wasn’t here earlier, sweetie.

Gabriel: Alright! How many of you freaks do you I have to fight?!

Beelzebub: *Walks up* Oh, I’m the only one that matters! You see, you mess with my daughter… and now, I’m going to… FUCK YOU!!!

Gabriel: *Shocked*

Leviathan: *Sighs*

Mammon: *Amused*

Satan: Well, this got interesting.

Lilith: *Whispers* It’s ‘fuck you up’, Dad.

Beelzebub: Wait, what did I say…?

- Bonus -

Beelzebub: *Full Demon Form, holding Lilith* YOU COME AT ME AND MY DAUGHTER—!

Gabriel: *Gets punched*

Beelzebub: DON’T FORGET, YOU’RE IN MY HOUSE, BITCH!!! *Ready to kill him*

Kayleigh: Woah! Woah! Sweetie! *Holds his arm*

Beelzebub: *Blinks*

Kayleigh: He’s had enough….

Beelzebub: *Walks away with Kayleigh and Lilith* How’s mercy taste, you little bitch~?

Raphael: *Runs up* Gabriel, we can still—!

Gabriel: *Groans* N-No…!

Lilith: It’s over!!!

Beelzebub: Take your little friends and… GO HOME!!! Please~.

END

[imperfectnothing]

Ooo, back again. Just a few minutes apart (fitting for how I am). The bug is back at it again

Smile by Lily Allen for Mori? This or They're Not Happy About Me are probably heavily just me reaching. But I just remembered about the iconic lyric, and it was playing along with They're Not Happy About Me and I'm like "Mori .."

But you can punch my sona if these really are just far reaching songs and don't fit her

Sorry it has taken me a bit to reply to this! I'm going to get to your other ones this evening, as well- but yeagh, god, Smile is extremely Mori, actually. "At first, when I see you cry, yeah, it makes me smile" is literally exactly Mori's likes in her profile, she enjoys making people cry because it amuses her.

The second verse is like, especially her. The song in general is very fitting for Mori but this part, the mentioning of how the subject messed up the singer's mental health, and how the subject will come back and beg for forgiveness but the singer *knows* that it's a lie. It's very evocative of the way that Mento tries to act like nothing happened after the incident while Mori can't forgive or forget.

If you mean the song "They're Not Happy About Me" by Gabriel Templar . . . the lyrics are very fitting for that one, as well. It's not a reach at all hehe! "People talking everywhere, and when they run I know they're scared, they're not happy about me" is accurate to the way that people treat Mori, talking around her and about her, rather than talking *to* her, as well as the repeated line of "you treat me like an animal." One line that is extremely her is the "'Cause I am the enemy I can do anything, I could be better so don't get ahead of me" which is just how she kind of thinks about most people hating her. She just doesn't care, haha.

Anyways thank you so much for these, Luti!! and for the other songs as well- I'm sorry they've been taking me a minute to get to, school has been a bit of a bitch lately, so um, yeah. Thank you, though, it's always nice to get asks from you 🥰

[plumsaffron]

My assumptions were correct, the salters just couldn’t let go of the past after Lila’s debut and the infamous season 3 episode. No wonder I still see these bozos still plague here, YouTube and whatever social media site exists. They are the reason why I hardly touch fanfic crossovers since I fear seeing them sink to the low levels of that ship, bashing and all.

They might as well make hatedoms of fictional characters from other series/franchise look sane and reasonable.

I may not be a sports fan but Major League Baseball should have the MLB acronyms not the stupid show. The former earned and actually deserved it after all.

The Miraculous Ladybug plaguedom got it coming for a looonggg time with their poor behavior.

Yep. I be avoiding searching up or typing Lila Rossi anywhere besides here (or Discord servers I’m in or Telegram channels) these days. And the funny part is the things they jeered about are ignored when similar or surpassing crap happens in their faces, when she’s not present, happened episodes earlier or later. Ya got Animaestro and The Party Crasher. Earlier you could say Frozer. And later you can say Crocoduel, Gabriel Agreste (The Episode) or Rocketear. I could say of even later, Evolution, Intuition, or non canon Plastic Special. There also exists The NY Special or Shanghai Special. Even The Christmas Special where Ladybug completely disregards what Adrien said and proceeded to attempt merking Santa Claus (which could have been a normal Parisian). I could list many more episodes but nah.

They are disgustingly choosey and are…

Accidents.

They are the same bozos that are aware or should know that a woman died because people chased her to her death for wanting to see more of Lila. Tried to deal with it but you know, unfortunately… And now (or rather since that leak happened,) pests want to disregard what Lila said to Gabriel Agreste in Oni-Chan and desire Lila to be a predo and encourage that egregious thing or thought to become canon by writers and too many buffoons discard the ramifications of that and seem to want to be lame and ignore that what’s being said against her is disgusting.

It’s ultimate level of justifying their delusions because ignoring and let her go is too much work. Them believing their stupid actions to be righteous. They’re even more funny to me considering Miraculous Secrets Lila when Marinette (delusionally) believes she can Adrien could still save her (instead of leave her alone and not make things worse like Adrien said in the infamous episode).

These hotshots and scums.

They’ve set destruction in motion something can never undo.

Or that they set in motion what they don’t want to undo or stop.

This grotesque thirst to want to be inherently right against her while disregarding all else. They hated what was being twisted or done against Chloe & what happened to Chloe. They can sadly somewhat acknowledge that Marinette was the idiot to Kagami (but definitely mostly only at the end of Mr. Pigeon 72 because Kagami finally supported the cage coded ship). They somewhat can admit when Luka or mostly Juleka is being a punching bag. Despite all of that, they some reason are allergic to Lila and want Marinette to be predestined as right for all, ironically, which is amusing because that discards above what they can perceive and Adrien or Alya.

Their Twisted Sense Of Grave spitting justification.

Due to their tunnel vision of only seeing Lila, they should just admit they love Gabuse, Maribuse, Adult Abuse Apologia winners, Derision, Deflagration, Revolution, Recreation, Omnicidal Victor and his apologists. How about they also admit that they are in awe for Tomoe Tsurugi, Audrey Bourgeois, Nathalie failing Emilie and Emilie’s legacy, Both Andres, Theo Barbot.

And how about they plea to adoring Adrien Kagami Juleka Luka Chloe and Ironically Marinette suffering. How about they also admit that they secretly love the writers they say they say they hate, Jeremy Zag, and Ezra Weisz. They should make it easier for themselves and confess that they secretly love that incident that made Cristina Vee leave Twitter. How about they finally just announce they are happy that wife to be, never will be.

Sigh... It’s just who many are & it will never go away.

No matter what happens.

[livia-dovehallow]

happy birthday to gabriel lightwood!

I rise from the ashes of writer's block and health problems to gift you all a little something I whipped up late last night for our boy's 163rd birthday <3 You can find this piece on AO3, too.

Cecily extended her arms and held the box up to him, eyeing him expectantly over the edges. “It’s customary to accept a birthday gift on your birthday, you know.”

Gabriel gaped. “Why did you get me—“

“If you finish that question, I will drop you to the floor so fast, Gabriel Lightwood.”

It was a promise more than it was a threat, and Gabriel dropped his shoulders in defeat, reaching to accept the box she was holding out to him. His chest felt fuzzy in a way that only happened around Cecily and nobody else. “Thank you.”

“You haven’t opened it yet.”

“Oh, you wish me to open it right now?”

Cecily scrunched her face in a faux anger—though, to her credit, it did look concerningly close to her actual anger—and huffed. “You are insufferable.”

With a grin, Gabriel opened the box. He titled his head at the contents, of which a familiar item lay. “Is this my pocket watch?”

“It is.”

“You are returning my own pocket watch to me as a birthday gift?”

Cecily burst into laughter, doubling over, leaving Gabriel standing in stupefied amusement. Whatever she’d planned, she obviously thought herself highly as a comedian. At least a full minute passed before she rose again and composed herself. She reached in and pointed at an unfamiliar item attached to the chain of said pocket watch. “I am returning it to you with something new.”

Gabriel followed her finger and looked at the small, coin-like item hanging off the chain near the clasp of the watch. Upon closer inspection, it was a coin, but not one he’d ever seen before. This one looked as if it had been sanded down and re-engraved. He took the piece between his fingers and lifted it for a better look. Only when it was closer did he realize that the engraving was of letters—arranged in her name. 

“It’s a token,” Cecily explained. “Literally, yes, but it’s a sort of gift that mundanes give to loved ones. Old coins, out of circulation, sanded down and punched with new images and letters.”

Gabriel brushed his thumb over the engraving of her name, surrounding in a dotted pattern that followed the edges of the coin. Below her name was the image of a bird in flight. A heron. He looked back up at Cecily and smiled. “This is a love token?”

Cecily’s eyes grew comically large in surprise Gabriel rarely got out of her. “You know it?” she exclaimed in disbelief. 

“I know it,” said Gabriel smugly, before he could no longer hold in the laugh in his throat at her shock. “I do live in London. Some mundane things are familiar to me.”

Her eyes narrowed, as if she were inspecting him. Gabriel highly suspected she was. “Sophie told you,” she declared after a moment. 

Rats. Gabriel shook his head and lifted the watch out of the box in its entirety. “I will never tell you,” he teased, unwilling to surrender. But Gabriel admired the small attachment anyway, the fuzzy feeling in his chest growing the longer he looked at it. His understanding of the custom was scarce at best, but he did know one thing. “I thought I was meant to give you one of these.”

Cecily’s cheeks flushed a light pink, which made his heart flip. She really was unbelievably beautiful. “I despise gender roles,” she said simply.

It made him laugh again but he believed her. He’d never get quite used to how it felt to know someone so intimately, and have them know just as much about you. He didn’t even think he knew Gideon as well as he knew Cecily despite growing up with the man his entire life. 

He slipped the gift of his own adorned pocket watch into his vest and lay the now-empty box on the table beside them. “Thank you,” he told her. “I do like this addition to my own pocket watch.”

“You don’t think that is all I have for you on your birthday, is it?” Cecily gasped. Her hands rose to her hips in an indignant stance. “I take birthdays seriously. You may not have high expectations, sir, but now you have me.”

It was an innocent statement, but something about hearing her say “you have me” struck enough emotion out of Gabriel to compel him to step forward and lower himself to give her a sweet kiss. She smiled into it, her own curving lips moving in time with his. 

“What was that for?” she questioned when they’d reluctantly separated.

“I thought you might get annoyed with me if I just kept saying thank you.”

Her smile and eyes brightened into the precise glow that he always wanted her to have. A smile of genuine happiness. “I commend you on your solution,” she sang, and then took his arm. “It’s ingenious problem solving, though I do hope you do not use that solution with others.”

“It’s most certainly reserved for you,” Gabriel assured. 

Cecily tugged on his arm and began to walk, directing him to wherever it was she led him. Her energy was excited, radiating enough off of her to make him feel genuinely happy on his birthday for the first time in years, even if all he did that day was follow her around. 

[21 years later]

Gabriel woke up the same way he’d woken up for nearly 20 years—with Cecily’s pretty face beside him like a dream he was still in. Only this time, Cecily was wide awake and beaming at him rather than snoring (or acoustic sleeping, as she put it). “Happy birthday,” she said before leaning in for a smiling kiss.

“Mm,” Gabriel hummed. He sat up from his pillows, Cecily following, and attempted to blink himself more awake. “I age ten years every day in this house. What’s the use of a birthday anymore?”

Cecily remained unphased. Instead, she rolled out of bed and threw open the curtains with flair. “It’s your first birthday with Alex,” she reminded him. Gabriel attempted to act like he wasn’t aware that she hadn’t closed her robes. “And he’s six months old today, too. It is a very special day. At least it is to me.”

Gabriel softened, and smiled adoringly at his wife. She crossed her arms looking at him from across the room, but there was no true anger in her expression. She rather looked a bit sad. Cecily had never gotten used to how fast their children had grown, even Alex, who had come so recently into their family and yet here he was, six months old already. No fault to her—Gabriel grew sad if he thought about it too long, too. 

He threw the sheets off himself and dragged himself out of the bed to cross the room to her. There had to be a magnet within Cecily, for he always found himself wanting to be close to her all the time. She leaned into his touch when he held her face in his heads. Gabriel leaned down and kissed her head, humming as he did so. “I love you.”

Cecily wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed herself against him. “I love you, too,” she mumbled into his shoulder at the precise moment a cry pierced the otherwise silent air of their home. Gabriel laughed. “I’m being summoned.”

“I can get him,” Gabriel offered right away when Cecily pulled away from their perfectly comfortable embrace. 

“Not on your birthday,” she scolded him. With practiced ease, she tied her robe and flew into her slippers. Halfway out of their bedroom door, Cecily peeked back at him over her shoulder with a stern gaze. “Don’t you dare think about anyone else on your day, Gabriel.”

She disappeared, off down the hall to the nursery, tending to their baby boy, the both of them knowing perfectly well that Gabriel Lightwood was incapable of thinking about anyone other than his family. 

He reached over to his vest, laid neatly over the wardrobe, prepared in advance for him, and pulled his pocket watch. It was early—Anna and Christopher would not wake for another couple of hours. Gabriel smiled to himself and watched out the window at the rising sun, an old token brushed by the pad of this thumb along the chain. 

[amplifyme]

Cat and Mouse

I’m back! Another short entry; but I’m sure it will still be delightful~ :DDDDD

Anyway, my thoughts: a pleasure to reread, especially in putting William’s grumbles and Winslow’s abrasiveness in better contexts, having gotten to know the characters from the show. Love how Nan captures the littleness of “human” reactions without self-discipline, all ages, ranges, and stages of life. Cullen is really growing on me-- I already liked him from AWTN; but was a bit thrown by the series episode. Rereading is putting it all back together, in a way. Father is delightful even in his flustery, mother hen panicky concern. Vincent and his chessboard maneuvers-- with ‘Rat’ and the people Below alike-- are fascinating, especially knowing what else Nan is building on top of these moments. Vincent’s anger at feeling ‘separated’ from the people Below by his failure is really, really excellent of Nan to draw from, touch on, and further set up for future explorations. 

Overall, highly enjoying myself-- and so is Sis (she is enjoying the experience more than the human drama; but that’s her typical schtick.Sis: “Hey, don’t get me wrong, I can get invested in human drama….”). And I am also highly enjoying taking her most extreme reactions, hyperbolizing them, and reading them back to her (Sis: “Yeah… they’re fun…” said with woeful sarcasm? “I dunno-- irony, maybe.”) And now, I shall transcribe Sis’s reactions: 

““He resignedly scuffed on to the top of Father's stair, overlooking the study, which seemed empty. “Father? I'm sorry if I'm late, I—” “Vincent?” Father's voice brought Vincent's head up, and he located Father on the balcony, shoving off a stool and starting in great haste down the spiral iron staircase. “Vincent? Where on earth have you been?”” Sis: COOL YOUR JETS, OLD MAN. Let him live.”  (We had a bit of banter here-- her Father’s stanship will last because she is invested enough to critique and still hold him as a favorite.) 

She and I are having a brief tete a tete (Sis: “BUT WE ARE ALREADY HAVING A CONVERSATION-- it’s different than a tete a tete because--” and I lost the rest because she was talking a mile a minute) over Father’s parental worries-- she’s still salty about Devin-- but, overall, it’s entertaining for me to hear her ranting (“No, it’s not ranting, it’s not really ranting!” she rushes to assure me, after she calls it ranting.) 

““You say you were hunting,” Father prodded. “The so-called rat, I presume? Did you...settle the matter?”” Sis was so highly amused she was cackling over Vincent going Street Fighter on a metaphorical rat. 

I was describing these short stories as photos in an album to better illustrate why Father still has lessons to learn (on top of the other lessons he will ALSO learn in AWTN); and Sis threw in the idea that Diana is the third party that thinks all of this is messed up. We’re having a blast (Sis: “It’s about the friends we made along the way.”) 

““Vincent, don't ever say that. You are not an animal.”” Sis: “Just try getting him to believe you. Obviously, that didn’t work.” 

We briefly talked about Gabriel, and Sis made a crack about punching him amicably before both of us denied it because she doesn’t have amicable feelings towards Gabriel (Sis: “I’m not friends with him. He’s just a guy.”) 

““...Vincent could sense only the tension and the anger, none of the love and relief they sprang from.”” and ““As the outer bruises faded, the inner ones went deeper, toward the heart, affecting Vincent's most basic sense of who he was and of what he was to everyone around him.”” are so key to Vincent’s journey in AWTN-- glad I caught it even more the second time around. 

““Father patted at the air. “William, that's a matter of simple logistics--”” Sis’s mouth dropped open, imagining the numerous logistics: “Well then, you figure it out, Father!” I explained how Father would not be able to do so as well as William. She completely understood: “Oh, well, fine.”

““When Cullen's hand landed on his shoulder, he was so startled he nearly choked.”” THERE’S CULLEN STARTLING HIM AGAIN. Love whenever Cullen does that in the narrative. 

Sis gave Part 2 a “thumbs up”-- she’s a self-described “click off” reader, meaning she reads, she likes, she clicks off. Her modus operandi. So a thumbs up is her way of expressing “yay” to the reading experience. (Yes, she does this to my stuff, too.) 

Anyway, gotta shuffle off again! Will be back soon with the next installment~.

Hey! Sorry I didn't get to this sooner. Yesterday was cray-cray. I love reading yours and Sis's thoughts and the bantering you do while in the midst of your re-read. I really don't have anything to add to this except for one thing, below the cut...

““Vincent, don't ever say that. You are not an animal.”” Sis: “Just try getting him to believe you. Obviously, that didn’t work.” 

Okay, but here's the thing, V is right: he is an animal. And he's much more cognizant of that fact than any of the people he lives amongst and loves. That's always been and will continue to be Father's absolute blind spot when it comes to his very unique son. There's no doubt F offers that belief to V out of deep love and respect for all the things V is that don't include "animal," but to deny that part of him is to refuse to accept the whole of the person - good and bad. And I think it's part of the reason V has such issues with his own sense of worthiness.

It's the same thinking that so many fans (especially Classic) have of Vincent: that he's this perfect man who just happens to have leonine features and enormous strength. But they're wrong, he's not just a man. He's very much other, and a large part of that is animal. And there's nothing wrong with that. Vincent is a singularly unique individual, a "creature who has never been."

I think one of the reasons Nan and I hit it off so well is because we shared the same beliefs about V. It's so easy to focus on the aspects of him that are the most admirable and relatable. But if you chose to ignore or disregard the truth of his otherness, then you do him a great disservice.

One of my favorite lines in the show ever, is one of Diana's and is, sadly, one that a lot of folks didn't or don't pay enough attention to. It not only goes a long way in explaining who she is and how she thinks, but it also strikes me as the perfect example of why she and V are such a perfect pairing. Because it proves that she'll be able to acknowledge and accept all of Vincent, and not just the parts that are the best of him.

"If all you’re willing to see is what you’ve seen before, you’re gonna miss half of what’s going on."

I'll leave you with that. 😊

[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - May 21

2015: Laurie posts an article about how medical technology now allows amputees to use their minds to control bionics. Cecilia, Laurie and Doug wake Namor up after his 2 week coma, he doesn’t break down the mansion. Laurie asks Doug if they can spend the weekend not moving from their suite at all, possible with Wade and Marie-Ange if they can convince them to come over. Tandy comes to visit Namor and finds she can understand him more clearly than she thought. Adrienne arrives at home only to find her boyfriend sprawled out on the couch covered in cheese dust. Tandy emails Amanda about Namor, with sadly not much information. Emma stops by to offer Namor the ability to understand people by dumping the English language into his head. Jean arrives back at the mansion and asks Felicia for some of the coffee she had been talking about earlier. Clint and Namor meet for the first time since the dustup in Alaska, it doesn’t go well. Gabriel and Roxy meet in the sunroom and discuss the problems with being homosexual mutants. Jean apologises that she missed Matt’s birthday and tells him she got him a present. Adrienne texts Amanda about helping out with the demon thing. Clint introduces himself to the mansionites. Matt offers up a game of baseball this weekend for memorial day. Matt goes to check up on Xavin and see how they’re settling in. Wanda comes across Billy and Clint as they're settling into their new suite.

2016: Maya gets into an argument with Tandy about a court case she’d linked on the journals between the Navajo and Urban Outfitters; later, Jennie encounters a still-angry Maya and gets her to punch out her feelings. Laurie asks Doug, Wade and Marie-Ange to take her dancing. Gabriel leaves a trail of goldfish, both real and crackers, leading to a prom-posal for Namor. Namor texts Gabriel not too amused by the balloons and threatening the lives of the goldfish. Maya posts a link asking people at the mansion to educate themselves. Endangered Species: The X-Men sneak into the OsCorp Gala in case of another attack; their fears are confirmed when Vulture and the Beetle attack, but are quickly driven off; the X-Men track the bad guys to their base where they find Rhino waiting alongside three Sentinels; the X-Men split up to take on the erstwhile party-crashers; Firestar and Spider-Man deal with the sentinel while Cyclops faces off against the Rhino; Rogue and Wolverine face off against Beetle and a Sentinel, the result a toppled sentinel and a squashed Beetle; Marvel Girl and Blink face off against the Vulture and his robotic friend, thanks quick thinking they are able to short out the Robot and strip the Vulture of his tech; although the X-Men are victorious, they have to beat an ignoble retreat when the Sentinels activate their self destruct system. Arthur, Bobbi, Jessica, and Warren go out for a few beverages after work in celebration of Bobbi's birthday earlier that week, and they commandeer the jukebox and put on whatever they want.

2017: Alex finds a puppy, and talks with Angelo about marriage and life. Clint posts to the his new team and outlines all the progress he’s been making behind the scenes. Alex introduces Lorna to his new puppy, and she names it “Magnus”.

2018: Sue checks on Warren in the aftermath of his break up with Bobbi; Bobbi emails Lorna to let her know she’s back in New York and that she has a puppy now; Bobbi finally answers Warren’s texts to let him know they need to talk; Quentin returns to X-Factor and is faced with a still angry Lorna and Warren, luckily they're willing to give him a second chance.

2019: An Eye for an Eye: Various Twitter accounts post about the gargoyle at the Denver International Airport moving.

2020: Nica posts about going to the zoo for a powers experiment.

2021: Jean hosts an afternoon tea in honour of International Tea Day. Jean-Phillipe announces his and Marie-Ange’s yearly Eurovision party and journal thread. Clarice enjoys the new crop top trend since it means she doesn’t have to wear a bra.

2022:

2023: Madin emails Kyle about their educational history and turns down his offer. Alani asks for crappy show recommendations. Darcy drops off ‘Star’s tech and explains some of the mansion’s groups and goals as well as offering the boy some conditioner.

[giannathetopgunfanwrites]

Mine Forever?

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x F!Reader

Word Count: HELP MY STUPID SELF JUST REALIZED I NEVER PUT THE WC AND ITS BEEN 6.5 MONTHS

Started: November 2021

Finished: 5-13-22

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Request description: Where Adrien Agreste has a fiancée and they were engaged since they were kids, Y/n is the one who is cold and distant towards him but secretly cares for him. She just doesn’t know how to express her emotions. Everyone doesn’t know that Adrien was already engaged to someone else, by the time the reader accidentally discovered that Chat Noir was Adrien, they both started trusting one another. They always got each other’s backs, Y/n would help Adrien to sneak off just to save Paris. Whenever Adrien was badly hurt, from the fight, Y/n is ready to help him. They care for one another; she would always comfort him when he feels down when he has a tiring day. That’s why Y/n is the hardest to akumatize, even Gabriel tries to, but she trusts Adrien the most.

Edit: This just hit 400 notes today, 10/27/22. I posted this back in May. Honestly I'm shocked. (Dont stop liking it, it just baffles me because it's my hated child😭.)

Edit 2: It's 7/13/23. HOW DOES THIS HAVE 965 NOTES QUICKLY APPROACHING 1000😭 Honestly reading it makes me cringe but whatever floats your boat. Ill be back here for 1000.😂

Edit 3: IM BACCKKKKKKK. WE ARE AT 1,031 NOTES ON 8/2/23!!! FIRST POST OF MINE ALONE TO HIT 1000+

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Genre: Fluff, Fanfiction

Warnings: Arranged marriage(?), lil' bit of angst, brief mentions of blood/wounds, cursing(a bit)

A/N: I am SO SO SO SO SO sorry this took so long! Life just was one big punch in the gut after the other after this request came in, not including school. Also forgive me if this turns out to be garbage, I'm trying.😭

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2 years old

Your mother was taking you to the Agreste mansion today. For what, you didn’t know. However, it would change your life.

Born of a rich Paris family, it wasn’t uncommon for children to have an arranged marriage for when they got older. Your mother and Emilie Agreste have been friends since high school, and your father and Gabriel are business partners, thus at this meeting, they decided you would marry their son, Adrien, when you came of age.

9 years old

Growing up with Adrien was fun but also hard at times. He would spend a lot of time with that Chloe Bourgeois girl, and while you wanted to be like her, it was hard as you had a hard time expressing emotions. Mostly due to the fact that your parents were always busy with their work so you spent most of your time alone in the house or with Adrien. Adrien came home from the Bourgeois residence one day, you were with your mother while she was having a business meeting with Gabriel, so she sent you upstairs with him. He talked about how much fun he had with Chloe and you wanted to say how you wanted to spend more time with him, but, due to lack of emotional expression, you kept silent and gave him a sad smile. But it was worth it to see that look of joy on his face.

14 years old

Today was your first day of high school, and your mother had dropped you off at the Agreste home that morning so you and Adrien could go to school together while she went to work.

“Hello Nathalie,” you said as you entered the house. “Good morning, Miss Y/N, Adrien is in his room.” “Thank you, Nathalie,” you said as you walked past her. You knocked on Adrien’s door, and he opened it a few seconds later, slightly disheveled. You had an amused look on your face and asked, “Did I wake you up?” He responded with a mumble which you took to be a yes. “Adrien it’s 7:30.” (A/N: pretend they start school at 8am like in America lol) He opened his eyes wider, as coming to terms with your statement. “Crap.” He muttered, and quickly let you inside while going to get dressed in the bathroom. You sat at his computer, staring at the image of him and his mother, smiling fondly. You missed her, she was always so kind and inviting. When she disappeared, you comforted Adrien the best you could. Gabriel got stricter on him, making you want to smack him. Little did either of you know what would happen later that day, when Adrien got his miraculous.

15 years old (1/2)

It was Friday evening, you were sitting in his room waiting for him to get home from his Chinese lesson* when an akuma struck the city. You figured Adrien was safe since he had his bodyguard with him wherever his lesson was held. (*Pretend his Chinese lesson takes place outside of the house) After 10 minutes, the akuma was defeated. You had to use the restroom, and when you came back, there was Chat Noir standing in Adrien’s room. But he didn’t see you, and detransformed. Adrien had scratches on his face and a bruise on his arm. He turns around and sees you staring at him in disbelief. “Um- hey Y/N-“ he says awkwardly. "Adrien…how- whatever that doesn’t matter, what matters is you’re injured.” “How did you get this bruise?” “I tripped on the stairs running to transform, but the scratches came from the akuma.” "Okay let's get you patched up."

Needless to say, it was very awkward between you two that afternoon, but you swore you would always protect Adrien’s secret.

15 years old (2/2)

Hawkmoth attempted to akumatize you twice while you and Adrien were 15. Here's what happened:

1st time- Gabriel threatened to remove Adrien from school. You stood up to him but he basically kicked you out of the house so you couldn't see Adrien at home until you straightened up. Of course he was planning to akumatize you. It failed because Adrien called you asking where you were, he wanted to talk to you about a project.

2nd time- You saw Adrien and Marinette laughing and talking together. However illogical, due to the fact that you were secretly engaged to Adrien, you were worried he would fall for her and try to get his father to call off the marriage. You walk into class one day, seeing Mari and Adrien talking and then when they notice you, they immediately go quiet. You run out of the room crying, and slump against the wall somewhere. Adrien went after you, but while he was looking for you, Hawkmoth's akuma landed on your necklace Adrien made for you when you were 6. Upon seeing Adrien running toward you, you renounce the akuma. Adrien pulls you into a tight hug, and confesses that he loves you.

And that he was asking Mari for advice on planning a surprise party for you for your 16th birthday.

17 years old

While you were over at Adrien’s house studying one day, Hawkmoth released an akuma, so Adrien had to transform and leave. Unfortunately, Gabriel was planning this akuma and assigned Nathalie to check on you and Adrien every 10 minutes, to keep Adrien safe. “Y/N I need to go, Ladybug needs help.” “Then go, Adrien.” “But what about Nathalie- she’s going to come in here and find I’m gone.” “Listen I’ll turn the shower on and tell her you’re taking a shower.” It worked, Nathalie never found out, and Adrien got back in time.

18 years old

“It’s over, Hawkmoth!” Chat Noir yelled after landing in the basement.

Hawkmoth chuckled. “Oh? Is it really? There’s something I want you to see.”

Hawkmoth opens the coffin.

And there lies his mother.

You, the current holder of the horse miraculous, Ladybug, and Chat Noir all stare in complete silence.

“I’m doing this to protect her. Your mother…Adrien.”

Adrien looks up at his father, horrified. “H-how…”

“Join me, son. Use your miraculous to take the miraculouses of the Ladybug and the Horse.”

“NEVER. I’LL NEVER JOIN YOU AFTER ALL THE DESTRUCTION YOU’VE CAUSED TO PARIS, AND TO THIS FAMILY.”

The 3 of you then launch into a fierce battle against Hawkmoth for the final time.

22 years old

4 years later, you were getting dressed, putting on the white dress you knew you would one day wear. You and Adrien decided to get married, not because of Gabriel’s arrangement with your parents, but because you had been through so much together, and never wanted to leave the other’s side. Though you had once been worried about Marinette and Adrien falling for one another, you and her grew so close, close enough that she was your maid of honor at the wedding. Gabriel, however, while he was in prison, was allowed to view the wedding through a tablet. You were concerned that Adrien wouldn’t want his father present in any way, but he firmly stated that Gabriel was still his father, and he couldn’t imagine not having him present.

You reached the end of the aisle, walked down it by your father.

As you looked up at Adrien’s emerald eyes, you whispered silently to yourself,

“Mine forever.”

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Again I'm so sorry if this turned out to be garbage.

Please don't steal my work and remember to drink water and that you are loved!

@oyasumimosura thank you for sending this request in, I am so so sorry this took this long. My deepest apologies. And thank you for being my first fanfic requester.

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[marauderundercover]

This Side of Normal Ch. 5: The Battle

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“Absolutely not.” Jason says, crossing his arms, an offended look on his face. 

“Please!” Marinette begs, doing her best to show her anxiety without having to spell it out in front of Adrien. Although they’d only known Jason for a month, he was really good at reading their facial expressions and body language to see when they were upset. Marinette needed Jason to see that now. She needed him to take a Miraculous. He may work in security and have a bunch of battle training, but they’d still be going up against someone with magic. Someone that wouldn’t hesitate to hurt all of them to get what he wants. 

“Come on Jay, it’s just a bracelet.” Adrien says, his shoulders tense. Marinette takes in a deep breath, frantically shoving her panic deep down where hopefully it’ll stay until after the battle. 

“It’s not that it’s a bracelet, kid. It’s that I don’t need it.” Jason argues, much as he had for the past ten minutes. 

“If not for yourself, do it for them.” Wayzz says, speaking up for the first time. Jason shoots a weary glance at the kwami and quirks an eyebrow. 

“What d’ya mean?” He asks. 

“The Guardian wishes for you to use my Miraculous. I am the kwami of protection. When my wielder says ‘shelter’, they are able to cast a shield around both themselves and anyone nearby that they wish to protect. If you follow Ladybug and Chat Noir into battle with my Miraculous, you will be better equipped to help them in an emergency. That is, you wouldn’t have to choose who to save.” Wayzz explains. Marinette raises an eye at the last part of his rant, but it seems to solidify something with Jason. 

“Fine. Gimme the damn bracelet.” He grumbles, and even though he’s acting annoyed, Marinette can see the hint of relief in his eyes. So he was worried about being able to protect them. Marinette blinks for a moment. Even though he’d only know them for a month, he still seemed to care more than Master Fu did. Nothing against the man, he did the best he could but….it wasn’t enough. And that was painfully obvious the more time they spent training with Jason. 

“Jason- I just realized I don’t know your last name.” Marinette says, pouting slightly before shaking her head. “Whatever, Jason Dupain Cheng, Adrien don’t you start. You and I both know that you hate your last name so it just makes sense that we all take my name. Now shut your damn mouth so I can do this!” 

“Me-ouch.” Adrien mumbles, crossing his arms as he pouts. Jason snickers, but stops immediately when Marinette turns her glare to him. She smiles and nods, clearing her throat before starting her speech again. 

“Jason Dupain Cheng, this is the Miraculous of Protection. I am granting you this Miraculous to use in the battle with Hawkmoth. Once the battle is complete, you will return the Miraculous to me. Can I trust you?” Marinette finishes her speech with a small smile, one that instantly drops when she sees Jason snort. 

“I’m sorry Pix, but it’s weird to see you so serious.” Jason apologizes with a snicker. 

“I’m serious!” Marinette argues, tugging the box back away from Jason. “In fact, I’m so serious that now I’m taking it back. No bracelet of protection for you, ya meanie.” She adds.

“Isn’t that exactly what he wanted to begin with?” Adrien asks, making Marinette pause in her tug of war. Huffing, she shoves the box back at Jason. 

“Just put it on.” She grumbles, pouting when he snorts. 

“Whatever you say, boss.” He says, sliding the bracelet onto his wrist. Wayzz looks between the two, the Kwami’s face almost amused. 

“Hello.” Wayzz says, nodding as he bows at Jason. Jason just awkwardly waves. 

“Hey.” He says, his easy smile falling. Marinette starts to ask him if he’s okay, when she realizes. He’s worried. Of course he is. Now that he has the Miraculous, it’s time. They were going tonight to take Hawkmoth-Gabriel’s- Miraculous. This would all end tonight. One way or another. This was ending. 

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This was ending. Soon. Gabriel is sure of that. It would not be ending in Ladybug’s favor though. On the contrary. Gabriel was certain that the insignificant bug wouldn’t make it past this final battle. The idea of Chat Noir facing the same fate made him falter slightly, if only for that small amount of time where he thought his own son held the ring. Although he no longer thought that, the idea of killing him was out of the question. Hurting him, though, that was perfectly acceptable. Especially if it meant he hurt that pest in the process. Finding a spell in the small bit of Grimoire he held, a spell powerful enough to penetrate the Miraculous suits, was not easy. The Grimoire wasn’t easy to read and was mostly filled with healing magic. But that wouldn’t help him. Not at all. Not like this would. Grinning down at his cane that now held a wicked glow, Gabriel-Hawkmoth- grinned. This will end soon. 

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Taking in a deep breath, Marinette tries hard to ignore the dread settling in her stomach. Something is going to go wrong, she can feel it. And yet, it feels like it has to be tonight. That if they wait for another night, another day, they won’t have any chance to win at all. She had told both Adrien and Jason about the feeling, and both had encouraged her to do what she thought was best. They trusted her. And she was terrified that that would end up getting one, or both, of them hurt. Shaking out her hands to try and calm the energy bubbling up inside her, she watches Adrien’s window carefully. She had wanted the three to go in together, but Adrien had pointed out that he lived there. He could just open his window for the other two, allowing their entrance to be almost undetectable. Marinette hated it, hated feeling like she was using Adrien’s situation to their advantage, until Jason pointed out that- in the end- it was helping Adrien. Seeing the flashlight flicker- the sign that the coast was clear- Marinette swings over the fence and smoothly into Adrien’s room with Jason following closely behind. 

“Hey kitty.” She says softly, squeezing Adrien’s hand in an attempt to comfort him. 

“Hey bug.” He says softly, squeezing back. Jason hangs back, keeping an eye on the door while the two take a moment to gather themselves. This could be it. The end of a battle they’d been fighting since they were barely teenagers. Over three years of their lives was dedicated to protecting Paris, and that could be ending soon. Taking in a steadying breath, Marinette lets go of Adrien’s hand. 

“I brought Kaalki, like we discussed. They should be in your father’s office right now, looking for any incriminating evidence. If they find anything, they’re supposed to come get us so that we can go check it out ourselves.” She says their plan going as planned so far. A few minutes pass before Kaalki comes charging in, a disturbed look on the Kwami’s usually cheery face. 

“I found Hawkmoth’s lair.” They say, in lieu of a greeting. 

“Well shit. That’s the confirmation we need.” Jason whistles lowly, filled with a tension that wasn’t there before. 

“I kinda figured. I didn’t really have any hope left that it wasn’t him. So how do we get in there?” Adrien asks, setting his face with a determined look. 

“We use a portal. It’d be the easiest way of making sure Hawkmoth doesn’t hear us coming.” Marinette says, sliding the glasses onto her face and calling for the unified transformation. 

“Are you two sure about this? I could go in alone. I’m sure I could take him by myself.” Jason offers, his jaw obviously clenched. Marinette glances at Adrien, who nods, before turning back to Jason. 

“This is our fight, Jay. And as much as we appreciate your help, we have to be there too.” She says with a grim smile. Jason huffs, but nods. 

“Yeah, I figured you’d say something like that. Let’s get this shit over with. I’m ready to go angrily punch a punching bag without being scared that I’ll wake up holding your Miraculous.” Jason says, making Marinette flinch slightly. She felt awful that Jason, like many Parisians, felt like they weren’t allowed to feel negative emotions. She knew how draining that was, how hard it was at the end of the day. And even past that, because you couldn’t even have negative emotions while you slept. But Jason was right. It’s time to end this, time to end the emotional trauma, time to end having to suppress feelings just to get by. 

“Voyage!” Marinette calls, silently stepping through the portal with Jason and Adrien close behind her. Silently calling off Kaalki’s transformation, she moves the horse Miraculous into her yoyo as she glances around the room. Butterflies, everywhere, an odd glowing and-

“Ah, Ladybug and Chat Noir. How kind of you to make a personal visit to deliver your Miraculous.” Hawkmoth taunts, twirling his cane around. Marinette’s eyes narrow as she looks at the cane and the very obvious blade sticking out of the bottom of it. 

“We’re actually here to ask for your Miraculous, Hawkmoth. Yours and Mayura’s. We know who you are, Gabriel Agreste. Give up now.” Marinette demands, her posture tense as she refrains from standing in a fighting position, instead situating herself so that she’s standing in front of her brothers. 

“I think you’ll find me to be someone unwilling to negotiate, Ladybug.” Hawkmoth sneers before lunging towards her with his cane. Tossing her yoyo at him, she manages to knock his cane out of his hand, causing him to rush after it. He picks it up and whirls around, a wrathful look on his face as he charges towards her once again. Their fight doesn’t last long before Mayura is suddenly there, a sentimonster at her side. Resisting the urge to curse out Nathalie, Marinette pours all of her focus into the battle. Between her own hits aimed at the sentimonster and dodging the neverending attacks aimed at her by Hawkmoth, it’s getting exhausting. But with Mayura and her sentimonster still active, it’s too soon to call any of their powers. Momentarily distracted by Jason taking out the sentimonster, Marinette doesn’t see Hawkmoth’s blade coming at her throat. But Adrien does. Being shoved harshly out of the way, Marinette stumbles slightly before glancing back at her partner. And letting out a horrified scream. A scream that’s drowned out by Adrien’s own agony filled scream. Because Adrien took the hit meant for her. And now Adrien Agreste was lying on the ground, sobbing, his eyes clenched shut. Why was he Adrien? Why was he in his clothes? Why is there so. much. blood. Falling to her knees, Marinette tries desperately to stop the bleeding. Ripping Adrien’s jacket off, she attempts to tie a tourniquet, barely able to hear Tikki’s voice in the back of her head. Cast the cure. Of course, the cure. The cure. Tossing up her yoyo, she attempts to cast the cure, screaming in frustration when the ladybugs only stop the bleeding. Marinette jumps up, glaring furiously at Hawkmoth who had frozen, a stricken look on his face. 

“You!” She screams, attempting to lunge towards him to kill him. Hurt him. Torture him and make him scream like Adrien currently was. Only to be stopped. Turning her head to glare at Jason, she realizes that he’s also frozen in place, cursing up a storm as he seems to fight his own body. 

“You son of a bitch!” He roars, his entire body tense as he fights against invisible binds. 

“Let me go, Tikki! Let me go!” Marinette screams, sobbing as she desperately tries to move, to do something. Kill the man and take his Miraculous. Because that’s what he deserves for hurting her partner. Her best friend. Her brother.

“Drop the transformation, goddamnit! The bastard deserves it! Fuck you, Gabriel Agreste!” Jason screams, obviously unable to remember the words for him to drop the transformation. Marinette has no such qualms. Opening her mouth to say the words, she sobs in frustration when she realizes Tikki has now blocked her from speaking. He deserves it! She thinks furiously, trying to get Tikki to agree to it. Wanting nothing more than to hurt this man, and hurt him good. There is no satisfaction when Gabriel takes both his and Nathalie’s Miraculous and sets them in front of her before backing off and sitting on the ground. There’s only anger as he tries to sit next to Adrien, who has since passed out from the shock, only to be scared off by a hissing Plagg. Staring at Adrien’s tear stricken face, contorted in pain even in sleep, and his- his arm, she realizes with a wave of nausea, that’s his arm lying next to him. She feels every single muscle tense as she continues to fight to break free. To beat the shit out of Gabriel Agreste. Even as her thoughts start to betray her. Even as she realizes….This was all her fault. 

Next

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Surprise?

I decided to try writing a small notefic for the au prompt I posted the other day! I may end up writing the actual fic later, but here we go!

A secret relationship au where Talia kidnaps Damian and Mari to get them married to merge the order and the league, but they’re just like “we’re already married though?” And Mari just really wants to punch his mom and finally has the chance

·         Marinette is the guardian in training under her grandpa Fu

·         Her parents think that she visits him often to help him around the house and do tai chi together

·         Marinette meets Damian when he is injured on a mission

·         Marinette heals him

·         Damian is shocked by her kindness

·         The two bond over their mutual stresses as heirs to ancient organizations

·         The two meet whenever he has a mission in Paris

·         The League falls and Damian is sent to Gotham

·         Damian immediately contacts Marinette, but hides her from his family

·         Marinette helps him transition to living outside of the League

·         When they turn 13 Hawkmoth strikes

·         Marinette is a true ladybug and knows Damian is her soulmate and black cat

·         She uses Kaalki to give him the ring while Master Fu chooses other wielders to help her in battle

·         Bee!Chloe! is Golden Stinger

·         She and Marinette are friends because she saw the same scared kid as Damian in Chloe as kids and knew how to reach out

·         They have been inseparable ever since

·         Fox!Adrien is Swiper, because he’s going to swipe Hawkmoth’s miraculous!

·         This name is promptly vetoed by the rest of the team

·         Adrien then goes with Kitsune because he is our smol weeb boy

·         They all immediately know who each other is because they are true wielders, making them platonic soulmates

·         The team is brutal and efficient with Shadow monitoring the battle and running their coms from Gotham

·         Lila still happens, but is more effective in icing Marinette out because she is friends with Chloe

·         Marinette doesn’t care as much as she does in the show because she’s not as close with them

·         Adrien doesn’t bother with trying to appease Lila, he will not abandon Mari or Chloe

·         Lila doesn’t like this and turns her parents against her, so they begin neglecting her

·         Marinette is disappointed, but not surprised since they didn’t spend a lot of time with her anyways

·         Miracle Queen happens, but with Alya instead of Chloe

·         Marinette starts to crack when she is handed guardianship

·         She moves in with Chloe at Le Grand Paris

·         They start building a fashion brand together, Mari as designer and Chloe on the business side

·         Honey Blossom Designs quickly gains traction internationally due to the one and only Jagged Stone promoting “his rockin’ nieces!” every chance he can get

·         Chloe and Adrien are also main models, but wear masks to remain anonymous and to keep off of Gabriel’s radar

·         Hawkmoth is defeated when they are 16

·         Damian and Marinette officially start dating

·         He’s gotten this far without his family finding out about Marinette

·         He finally feels comfortable enough with them to trust them, but at the same time he wants to see how long he can keep the secrecy up

·         There was a close call when the trio portaled over to the manor for a movie night and got a bit too rambunctious

·         Damian proposes during one of their date nights in Paris when they are 17

·         She says yes!

·         The class wins the Wayne Enterprises trip and comes to Gotham during their senior year

·         The miraculous squad are all 18

·         The class tends to ignore them, so it was easy enough for them to slip away for an evening

·         Damian and Mari elope with Adrien and Chloe as their witnesses and the blessing of the kwamis

·         A week passes

·         Somehow with only three rogue attacks, which is truly shocking considering Lila is on the trip

·         Mari and Damian feel something is off and are both on high alert

·         Suddenly they feel a sting on their necks and then nothing

·         They wake up in a League of Assassins base in wedding robes

·         Damian looks around scowling until he notices their clothes

·         Marinette immediately notices their outfits and looks up at him confused

·         “Well it looks like mother approves of us”

·         Marinette just laughs upon realizing what is happening

·         She is unsure whether to be more incredulous or amused

·         Damian just raises his eyebrows, he has decided to be amused

·         Talia comes in with a speech prepared about how they must marry for the good of both of their organizations, she will kill their families if they don’t comply, etc.

·         She is surprised at what she sees when she actually looks at them

·         “Do you two know each other?”

·         “We got married last week.”

·         Now Talia is incredulous

·         Marinette sees her opening and takes it

·         She breaks Talia’s nose

·         “That’s for everything you did to him as a child!”

·         Talia is shocked and angry and is about to lunge until Damian steps between them

·         “So can we go now that we’ve cleared up the fact that we are already married?”

·         Talia just glares at them and leaves them there for the Bats to find later

·         A few hours later

·         The bats burst into the room and are relieved to find both Damian and the missing girl from the Paris class

·         Jason just stares at them until blurting out “Why the fuck are you dressed for a wedding?!”

·         “We will explain later, can we go now?”

·         The bats reluctantly agree to wait until they’re on the batplane to ask about what happened

·         The plane is filled with tense silence until Batman takes a deep breath

·         Lord give him the strength to deal with whatever bullshit Talia just pulled

·         “Talk.”

·         ”Father, meet my wife, Marinette Wayne. Marinette, this is my father Bruce Wayne, and these are my… brothers, Grayson, Todd, and Drake.”

·         “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you all! Dami has told me so much about you!”

·         The entire family just bluescreens

·         Jason is the first one to snap out of it

·         “TALIA MADE YOU GET MARRIED?”

·         “Tt. She tried, but we’ve already been married for a whole week.”

·         “Surprise?”

·         Jason, Dick and Tim are now yelling over each other and rapidly asking questions

·         Bruce may be broken

·         Damian and Marinette just enjoy the chaos

[writingfromkitchenator]

Gabriel ~ Karma

Alphabet Challenge Masterlist (700 Followers)

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Based on imagine found here by @spn-imagines-nation

Words: 1,617

Warnings: Female Reader, family fighting, mild angst, fluff, making out

Sam was looking at you guilty, while Dean just sat there looking unimpressed.  You were breathing hard, having just yelled at them, your face flush with anger, your hands clenched by your side, and you hated was that all you could smell was the stale air of the motel room.

“Well?”  You snapped.

“Well what?”  Dean asked.  “You really expect us to answer that after you just blew up in our faces?”

Your stomach boiled in anger, making you feel slightly nauseous.  “Do you two care about my privacy at all?”

“Of course we do,” Sam said quickly, earning an eye roll from Dean.  “We’re just trying to be careful at the moment because of-”

“Bullshit!”  You snapped.  “You’re being as overbearing and protective as you’ve always been!  I hunt with you for fucks sake!  I’ve taken down werewolves and vampires and demons! I think I can handle my own fucking personal affairs when it comes to guys!”

“We know that,” Dean shrugged.  “But you’re still forbidden from sleeping with any of them.”

Dean was so lucky in that moment that he was your brother, otherwise you had little doubt you would’ve done something far worse that call him several less than pleasant names before storming from the room and slamming the door after you.  They tried to call after you, tried to chase after you, but you were far quicker than either of them.

When you’d finally stopped running, and your heart had stopped pounding in your ears over the effort and your anger, you kept walking, kicking a stone along the ground, muttering under your breath.  The nerve of the two of them to be involved in your personal affairs when you ensured you more than stayed clear of theirs was astounding.  To go into your private things too!  It wasn’t like you didn’t know how to take care of yourself.

“I was starting to wonder whether something had happened.”

You sighed, running your hand through your hand as you stopped, having completely forgotten about what you’d been getting ready for when you had found your brothers in your things.  “I’m sorry Gabe.  I just…I just had a massive fight with Sam and Dean, made me completely forget about things.”

Gabriel smiled and shrugged, wrapping an arm around your shoulders so the two of you could walk together.  “That’s alright sugar, I know how family can get.  Are you alright?”

“No,” You huffed, staring at your feet.  “I may as well be grounded again, like some damned teenager.  I really think you were right when you said I should set out off on my own.”

He gave your shoulders a slight squeeze.  “Hey now, don’t go making rash decisions when you’re emotional, that’s for those two to do. I’m not saying not to get away from them of course, but make sure you think it over properly.  I don’t want to be responsible for throwing you to the wolves.”

You give him a sidelong look.  “I thought that’s what you were for?”

Gabriel chuckled, his eyes twinkling at you.  “I’m there to protect you from said wolves’ sugar, not hand you over to them.  I wouldn’t have asked you on a date if I was just going to do that now, would I?”

Smiling, you shook head. “Sorry about ruining it.”

“Ruining it?”  Gabriel scoffed.  “Are we not on a nice romantic stroll right now?”

“I’d hardly call it romantic when I’m upset and you’re comforting me,” You said, a little bitterly. “Believe it or not Gabe, I was actually really looking forward to tonight.  We both know that we’re been dancing around this for a long time.”

Gabriel’s step faltered for a moment before he sighed, smiling at you affectionately.  “And here I thought that you hadn’t noticed.  Well, I guess we’re just going to have to make it up to each other, huh?”

You returned his smile and kissed his cheek softly.  “Yeah, I can do that.”

As his cheeks flushed, an idea came to him, one that he knew would make you feel better, a grin coming to him as his eyes sparked mischievously.  “Oh, I have just the thing sugar.  It’s going to get a little revenge on those brothers of yours too.”

You didn’t ask many questions, you decided it was better not to, putting all your trust into whatever Gabriel told you to do the next day.  You weren’t talking to your brothers, but you still went along with them as you began tracking down a few witnesses for the latest hunt.  Dean seemed unperturbed, but Sam kept glancing between the two of you, as if wanting to say something that might return some peace to your small family.

Eventually, several witnesses later, and it led the three of you to a bar, where another had agreed to meet you, and you were tasked with getting drinks.

As you waited for the bar tender, someone slid in next to you.  “You’re looking a little lonely there.”

A retort was quickly lost on your tongue as you looked at Gabriel, having expected anyone else, but now you suddenly knew why he asked you to keep him up to date of your movements for the day.

He was waiting for the perfect opportunity.

You smirked.  “Lonely is not exactly the word I would use.”

Gabriel winked at you, his grin widening.  “Well, I’m sure I could fix that.”

A small curl of nervousness washed over you.  “They don’t know it’s you?”

He shook his head.  “As far as they are concerned, I’m just a very good looking stranger.”

“Uh huh,” You giggled a little, ignoring the bar tender as the drinks were placed in front of you, your entire attention on the angel.  “Well, I’m glad I can still see you properly then, because I much prefer you like this.”

Gabriel beamed.  “Come here then sugar.”

Sam and Dean had quite successfully been talking to the witness, completely distracted by it until Dean went to take a drink from the drink he didn’t have.  He frowned, realising you hadn’t come back yet and instantly looked around for you, Sam quickly realising the same.

“Oi!”

Gabriel’s arm had pulled you close, wrapping securely around your waist, his other hand resting on the back of your neck.  Your hands were bunched into his shirt, holding him as close as possible, and right in that very moment, the prank itself didn’t even matter.

The two of you had kissed before but nothing was comparing to this.

It was hungrier than the two of you had originally intentioned, lips moving together effortlessly, tongues teasing the others, and even as commotion broke out near you, neither of you could find it in yourselves to care.

At least until Dean’s fist made contact with Gabriel’s jaw.

“Dean!”  You screamed and quickly stood in the way, not allowing him to get any closer as Gabriel rubbed his jaw, still looking no less amused at the fury in the Winchester’s expression.

“Keep your hands of my sister,” Dean growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.  “And I suggest leaving now.”

Gabriel shrugged.  “If I go, she goes.  The two of you did interrupt our date last night after all.  We were simply trying to catch up for lunch.”

Dean’s narrowed on him. “Who the hell do you think you are? You will stay-”

“You will stop butting in!” You snapped, squaring off to Dean as his eyes locked onto you.  “I have a right to be happy Dean.”

Dean stared at you for a long moment, a lot of things suddenly going on behind his eyes, Sam gently resting a hand on his shoulder.  “Come on dude, leave her be.  Let her have this.”

There was a tense moment as Dean still doesn’t move, before he grunts, and grabbed the drinks that you’d all but forgotten about.  “You could’ve at least brought our drinks over first.”

Sam grimaces and gives you a nod, before hurrying after him, noise slowly returning to the bar, making you huff.

Gabriel chuckled as his arm returned around your waist, his lips pressed against your ear.  “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

You let him lead you and once the two of you were well out of earshot and eyeshot, Gabriel started laughing.  You knew you should be too, but you couldn’t help but stare at the red mark on his jaw.

“Are you alright?” You asked, making him stop and look at you, smiling.

“Of course I am,” Gabriel pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.  “I’m an archangel Y/N.  It takes much more than a punch, even from Dean Winchester, to even wound me.”

You finally sighed and smiled.  “I have to admit, that was not the reaction I was expecting.”

His eyes shone, even as he beamed.  “No, but it worked.  Damned good dose of karma for them.”

You chuckled and nodded. “I wouldn’t call it karma, but I suppose seeing your sister making out with someone will have some sort of lasting effect, no matter how much they try and forget it.”

Gabriel winked at you. “Shall we go somewhere private and continue that lovely session?”

Heat flushed your cheeks, even as you laughed.  “Is that the date make up is it?”

“Something like that.”

You shook your head, still smiling, taking his hand.  “Sam and Dean are going to be so angry over this.”

Gabriel shrugged.  “It doesn't matter, what does, is that they will remember.  Remember not to mess with my girl, that is.”

Smiling, you kissed his cheek again, making him beam and quickly lean in to capture your lips again, the two of you almost instantly disappearing.

[aalissy]

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Marinette pursed her lips as she tapped her foot against her floor impatiently. Chat was supposed to have been there an hour ago and she was getting restless. After checking the Ladyblog for the countless time that night, she determined that there was no akuma attack keeping him. Crossing her arms against her chest, she huffed, wishing that he would get to her house faster. They were supposed to have a video game tournament tonight and he wasn’t usually late.

Chewing on her lip, Marinette glanced at the time again, wondering if he had forgotten or if he was in trouble. Her gaze drifted sullenly over to the macarons and croissants that she had made fresh beforehand which had now cooled considerably. With a quiet sigh, she turned to her kwami. “Do you think something could have happened to him? Why is he so late?”

“I’m sure everything’s fine, Marinette,” Tikki chirped positively, “Maybe he’s just busy.”

She tilted her head in acceptance to Tikki’s words but turned to her balcony trapdoor to stare at it forlornly. In a bout of Ladybug luck, a soft knock sounded from it. Marinette immediately brightened, rushing up her ladder to open it for him. Running a hand through her hair, she spoke rather breathlessly, “Hi.”

Chat gave her a soft smile, raising a hand in a wave. “Hi, purrincess. Sorry I’m late. My work ran late tonight.”

Her eyebrow rose as her lips twitched in amusement. “You work? Are you sure?”  

He chuckled, shaking his head before he jumped down into her bedroom. He tapped her nose playfully as he said, “Yes, I do. I’m a pawsitively irresistible model that people can’t get enough of.”

Chat flexed in front of her and Marinette scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. Giving him an unimpressed look, she slid back down her ladder. “Sure you are kitty. And my designs are as famous as Gabriel Agreste’s.”

He snickered, following after her as his eyes glimmered with a mischievous, knowing look. “Purrhaps they will be in a few years, Marinette. You’re very talented.”

She flushed faintly, glancing at him softly out of the corner of her eye as she sank into her chair. “Aw, thank you, kitty! That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“You’re welcome,” Chat beamed back, sitting down next to her. His face lit up as he rubbed his hands together. “Now, are you ready for our competition? I think I’m pawpared to finally beat you this time.”

“Good luck,” Marinette shot him a smirk as she picked up her controller. “I’ve been practicing with a good friend of mine. I’d wager that he’s better than you too, so I’m pretty sure I’ve got this in the bag.”

With a pair of teasing blue eyes, she leaned in to flick his bell confidently. She had been practicing. Alya had begun dragging her to more game nights after learning how stressed she was so she and Adrien had begun playing together more often. It was a nice, relaxing break from her usual stresses of Ladybug. Plus, Adrien had actually managed to beat her once. He had pulled off a combo move that Marinette had never seen before, leaving her with too little health to finish him off in the end. Though she had pouted about it at the time, she was grateful for the new combo and even began practicing a defense against it.

Lost in her memories as she was, she barely heard Chat chuckle with a low murmur, “We’ll see about that.”

Narrowing her eyes at him playfully, Marinette then picked up a macaron, gesturing at the plate she had made for them. “By the way, I made some treats if you get hungry. Feel free to take some.”

Chat nodded at her happily, eagerly plucking up a croissant and gulping it down like he had been eyeing it since he sat down. Giggling quietly at his content expression, she booted up the game to catch him off guard.

“Hey!” Marinette heard him shout as she landed a punch that he didn’t have enough time to block. “That’s cheating!”

“Hmm,” she tilted her head from side to side. “I think it’s pretty fair considering you made me wait an hour before you got here.”

Sneaking a quick peek over at him, she saw his lower lip jutted out in an adorable pout. He whined quietly as their characters fought on the screen, “I already told you that it wasn’t my fault.”

Distracted by his pout for that brief second, Chat managed to get a good hit on her character. Pursing her lips in concentration, she focused her gaze entirely on the computer screen as her competitive streak kicked in. Marinette’s fingers moved across the buttons with ease, watching as Chat’s health gradually got lower and lower.

Just when she thought she was about to win, he shouted with pride, “Check this move out, purrincess!”

Marinette blinked in surprise as he began to play the exact combo that Adrien had used to win against her before. Fortunately for her the defense she had practiced still worked and she ended up winning. She wasn’t certain how exactly she had managed to win that game, though. She had just been struck with an eerie feeling of deja vu after Chat had shouted those words. Adrien had said something very similar before taking her down at their last game night and now images of the two boys were clashing and colliding in her head.

“Nice job, purrincess,” his voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “I thought that last combo would have taken you down fur sure.”

“It did,” Marinette murmured unthinkingly, her gaze stuck on his messy, blonde hair trying to imagine it neater.

He tilted his head at her in confusion, gesturing to the computer screen. “Huh? No I didn’t... It says you won.”

“No,” she shook her head rapidly, trying to calm her racing thoughts. “I meant that it did before. The friend I told you I was practicing with... he used that combo and beat me.”

Marinette searched his gaze, looking for any sign of recognition or acknowledgment. She got it. Chat glanced away, scratching the back of his neck in a very familiar way. Her heart practically stopped as her breath hitched. She was right.

Lost in her realization, she barely heard him murmur quietly, “You were right, then... he does sound like a better player than me.”

Sucking in a steadying breath of air, Marinette then chewed her lower lip as she hummed, “You know, I don’t think I was right about that. In fact, I’d say that you two are probably at the exact same level. The only reason that move didn’t work on me this time was because I practiced ways to defend against it.”

Chat’s gaze had snapped to hers as he stiffened considerably. He chuckled nervously, his hand leaving the back of his neck to run through his hair. “R-right.”

How had she not noticed it before? It was so obvious. Her lips quirked in amusement as she looked up at him. Nudging his arm, she teased, “Next time, try coming up with a different combo to defeat me, Adrien.”

“I know,” he sighed, seemingly not noticing that she called him by his civilian name. “But you’re so amazing, that it’s so difficult.”

Instead of answering, she continued to stare at him pointedly. Her eyebrows rose after a few more moments of silence and Chat’s mouth eventually dropped open as he realized. He scrambled out of his chair as he held his hands up. “I-I mean, uh, who’s Adrien? W-what are you talking about, purrincess?”

Giggling, Marinette leaned down to stare into his familiar, green eyes. Now that she knew, there were so many signs. She wondered if he’d feel the same when she told him she was Ladybug. Giving him a small smirk, she then said, “That’s you, silly kitty.”

Chat sagged, looking up at her desperately as he pleaded with his eyes. “Please, Marinette. You can’t tell anyone. If Ladybug finds out you know who I am, she’ll probably kill you and me.”

Marinette threw her head back in a loud laugh that she was certain confused him. When she finally caught her breath again, she leaned back down to stare into his bemused gaze, teasing him, “It might be good for you to start running then because Ladybug knows that I know.”

“Wha? How? How could that even be possible?!” He frowned up at her, looking terrified for his life.

“Because, mon Chaton,” she flicked his bell, pointing at herself. “Ladybug’s right here.”

“What?! No! I, y-you can’t be Ladybug. What about Multimouse?” Chat asked desperately.

She shook her head a few times before responding, “Just an illusion. I was using the fox miraculous at the time and--”

Marinette got cut off as Chat tugged her down onto his chest, wrapping her up in a tight embrace. Squeaking with a bright red blush on her face, she hugged him back with all of her strength. This was Adrien. The love of her life. The boy who was currently brushing a kiss against the top of her head, sending shivers up and down her spine.

“I’m so glad it’s you,” he murmured, his warm breath on her head giving her goosebumps.

“Me too, my silly kitty,” Marinette whispered, closing her eyes as she relaxed in his arms. “Me too.”

Right now, everything was perfect. In fact, she’d be content to spend the rest of her life here if he let her. Snuggling closer to Chat, she sighed happily. She needed to remember to thank Alya for those extra game nights. They really were the best.

[ragingbookdragon]

A Christmas Eve Proposal

A Haytham Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,500 Warnings: Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption

Author’s Note: DAY 5 CF! WOOWOO! ENJOY! -Thorne

Spending Christmas Eve in the tavern wasn’t his ideal way to pass the night, but there were worse things he could be doing, he figured, and the thought of being surrounded by Charles and the others made his mood sour like curdled milk. He briefly remembered a happier time with his family when he was younger, but it was fleeting.

It wasn’t necessarily busy, with most people being at home with their families for the evening, the only people there really were the usual drunkards. He was heading for a table in the corner when he caught sight of a young woman sitting alone at the bar, her head lowered on the counter. A tankard was in her hand and she kept tapping it with her pointer, telling him that she wasn’t passed out drunk. But what really intrigued him was her dress—a wedding gown, the hem of it dirty from the streets of Boston.

           He narrowed his gaze and walked over, taking the seat beside her. Evidently, she’d felt his presence because she muttered, “Pal, I’m not interested in anything you’ve got to offer.”

           Snorting, he waved the bartender over. “I was going to offer you a shoulder and an ear.” He looked at the man. “An ale and another of what she had.”

           The bartender walked off and she picked her head up, slightly glaring at him. She’d taken her veil off, having tossed the lace on the bar beside her, and he thought she looked like an angel. An incredibly angry, possibly drunk angel. He’d handled worse things in his life, but this felt like the new challenge.

           “I don’t care what familial relation you have to Gabriel. I don’t care how far this will take you with his terrible, deceptive family.” She spat. “I’m not going back to the church and I’m not marrying him.” Her eyes narrowed and she looked into her tankard, hissing, “He can go fuck himself for all I care.”

           He arched a dark brow, steel eyes taking in the sight of her seething rage. Either she’d been stood up, or she’d discovered a dark secret. He chose the latter—no man in his right mind would leave a woman as beautiful as her at the altar. “Sleep with someone you know?” he wondered.

           She scoffed, rubbing her temples like it’d soothe the headache she had. “My fucking maid of honor actually. Got her pregnant too!” Her eyes met his. “I’ve lost two friends in one day.” A scowl appeared on her face and she took a swig of her drink, face scrunching up at the taste.

           He peeked over her shoulder and looked down at its contents. “I take it you’re not accustomed to drinking ale?”

           “Overpriced wine and champagne are more my natural area.” A sigh left her. “I wanted to see if I could drown myself in cheap alcohol.”

           “Why not overpriced liquors?”

           She scowled again. “Because then I’d have to go home and listen to The Iron Lady patronize me that I should’ve done a woman’s duty and married him anyway.” She slammed the tankard down, ignoring how it spilled on the counter and her hand. “Overbearing, stubborn, pug nosed, bitch.”

           He would have been appalled by her language, but the mention of the woman overrode it. “I’m sorry,” he started, “Did you say, ‘The Iron Lady’? As in Lady (L/N)?”

           Nodding her head, she propped her chin on her hand, lazily staring at him. “Mhm. My mother.”

           His eyes went wide. “Oh my god.” He blurted out. “You’re (Y/N) (L/N)?”

           (Y/N) sighed. “Fantastic. A member of the elite is just what I needed to run into right now.” Her eyes drew up his figure and she reached over, flicking a finger under his cravat. “You’re way too overdressed for our colonial asses. Which part of England are you from?”

           He huffed a laugh. “Queen Anne’s Square.”

           “London,” she mused, clearing her throat as she straightened up slightly. “What’s your name, Londoner?”

           His jaw twitched at that, but he smiled politely, offering his hand. “Haytham Kenway.”

           (Y/N) reached for his hand, but he took it and pressed a kiss to the back of it, tasting the ale on her skin. “A pleasure to meet you,” he murmured, watching her gaze narrow.

           “We’ll see in time, Mister Kenway.”

           “Haytham.” He corrected, and when she arched a brow he added, “Since we’re both seeing each other at an informal moment.”

           Her eyes dropped to the front of her gown and she said, “Oh, I’d forgotten about that.” She chuckled. “It’s my fault you know, for trying to get married on Christmas Eve.” Waggling a finger, she quipped, “Father Christmas didn’t like me taking his night.”

           Haytham chuckled and she heaved a sigh. “Oh, I can’t even imagine going home like this,” (Y/N) gestured to herself. “I’m never going to hear the end of it from my mother and I know that Gabriel’s family is going to harass me forever.”

           She dropped her head down onto the bar. “A good man. That’s all I asked for. Hell, he didn’t even have to be a good man, just faithful at least.” Another sigh passed her lips and Haytham thought he saw a tear slide down her cheek. “I knew the Livingstons were trouble and yet I allowed Mother to make this marriage happen. Should’ve run away when I had the chance.”

           “You’d leave it all behind? The money, the fame, the better life?” he enquired, genuinely curious behind her reasoning—no elite in their right mind would wish for a common life.

           (Y/N) picked her head up and looked at him with such a clarity that it made his heart race. “What good is never wanting for a thing if you’re never happy? What good is living in a mansion, draped in pearls, and rolling on silk sheets, if you’re lonely? What good is life if you can’t find someone to love and be loved in return?”

           She looked away. “Look at us, Haytham. We have everything we could ever want. Money, power, titles…and yet,” her eyes met his steel ones. “we’re both sitting in a bar on Christmas Eve because we’ve no one to spend it with.”

           Haytham gaped at her, pure unbridled shock running through him from such a declaration. He found himself again, and against his better judgment, he murmured, “Would you like to spend Christmas Eve with me?”

           (Y/N)’s eyes went wide, jaw dropping at the forwardness of his request. “I—” she shut her mouth and dropped her gaze, trying to find the words. For a moment she didn’t respond, then she glanced at him. “We just met like thirty minutes ago, and you want to spend Christmas Eve with me?”

           He nodded, flirting, “What better to do than spend a holiday with a beautiful woman?”

           She scoffed, but a grin crossed her lips. “Toss a better line my way and I might consider it.”

           He took her hand where it rested on the bar. “This is going to be forward, (Y/N)—”

           “I’m not surprised,” she countered, rolling her eyes when he glared at her interruption.

           Haytham cleared his throat and said, “You’re looking for a husband, I’m looking for a wife.”

           She stared at him like he had three heads. “Did you just offer to spend Christmas Eve with me and then propose in the same minute?”

           “I did.”

           “We just met. Why in God’s name would you even want to marry me? You know nothing about me?”

           He smiled. “That’s the beauty of marriage.” Haytham pressed a kiss to her hand. “We get to learn about each other.”

           (Y/N) sent a withering look his way, scrutinizing him like a test subject, then she asked, “And how do I know you won’t abuse me? Or commit adultery?”

           Haytham’s face turned solemn. “I’ve never laid my hands upon a woman in a dishonorable way. I never have, never will.” He took a sip of his ale. “As for the adultery…if I were to sleep with another woman, you’d never learn of the dalliance.”

           She scoffed. “That’s not exactly a trust building offer, Haytham.”

           He shrugged. “Perhaps not, but I am a man of my word. You’d never learn of it.”

           “How many women have punched you because of that?”

           “Only one.” he quipped.

           (Y/N) huffed a laugh then went silent, staring into his eyes. He searched hers, an amused expression on his face.

           “How about this—we start the courting process, and we’ll see if we’re compatible. If we’re not, we never see each other again.” She offered.

           “And if we are?” Haytham countered.

           She grinned. “Then I’ll be sleeping on the left side of the bed, and if you try and move me from my spot, I’ll bloody your lip.”

           Haytham barked a laugh and raised his tankard, watching her raise hers. “That’s fair enough.”

           (Y/N) winked. “To Christmas Eve and new beginnings.”

           “I’ll drink to that,” he replied, tapping his drink to hers.

[dimigex]

Whumptober2021 - Day 2

The scent of dried sweat and piss filled the air, accentuated by the coppery undertones of blood. An overhead light flickered on and off, throwing the room into uncertain shadow. Gabe tried to blink the blurriness from his vision, but didn’t manage to change it. HIs left eye was swollen shut, and the right painted the room in a red haze. When he’d first been captured, he’d assumed that his captors would eventually tired of hitting him, or at least give him a reason. But, he’d lost count of how long he’d been here. His initial injuries had developed injuries of their own, though.

“Ready to talk?” The sneered voice gave Gabe a sense of where he was. He tipped his head to the side, watching the masked man without speaking. As he climbed to his knees, a casual backhand knocked him back to the floor. The movement had been obvious, but Gabe hadn’t been fast enough to move away. That wasn’t a good sign.

Fingers tangled in dark hair, lifting Gabe to his feet. He forced a smile through the blood on his busted lip. “About what? My cell’s a bit on the chilly—” The second blow took Gabe by surprise, and he spit a mouthful of pink saliva at the man’s feet.

“Funny,” the man chuckled darkly, taking a sucker punch at Gabe’s kidney. He winced, twisting away from the blow as his second guard tapped the butt of his rifle against the door. For a moment, Gabe entertained the idea of showing the man just how ineffective the long range weapon was in close quarters, but stopped himself. He didn’t plan to die here.

With one last vicious jab at Gabe’s side, the first guard shook out his hand. “Maybe next time, you’ll keep that smart mouth of yours shut.”

“Unlikely,” Gabe answered, letting his voice sound more amused then he felt. The second guard grabbed Gabe and dragged him into a poorly lit hallway. Sucking a shallow breath, he let himself be goaded into an overbright room.

Gabe blinked in confusion at the woman sitting behind a stainless steel table, one knee crossed over the other. Her high heel tapped an impatient rhythm in the air. The crisp business suit looked like it belonged to a different world, one that Gabe hadn’t seen in weeks. Crimson lips pulled into a frown. “So, you’re the Gabriel Reyes that everyone keeps talking about? Huh, I thought you’d be more impressive.”

Smirking in the woman’s direction, Gabe thrust his hips forward. “I’m impressive enough where it matt—”

Pain cut off the rest of Gabe’s words, doubling him over. He knew there would be retribution for the remark, but he’d expected it to stop. Kicks and punches rained down until he couldn’t draw a breath. The woman watched without emotion, lacquered fingernails accentuating the attacks like they’d been planned. Unconsciousness loomed on the horizon by the time she waved away the guards.

Spots danced at the edges of Gabe’s vision, but he clung stubbornly to consciousness. The steady click of heels told him that the woman had approached, but he couldn’t lift his head to meet her gaze. She knelt beside him, and someone dragged Gabriel back up to meet her gaze. The woman’s smile held no warmth. “That’s what they all say. If you cooperate, maybe I’ll let you keep it.”

Gabe arched one eyebrow, but the woman continued before he could think of a reply. “Now, you’re going to tell me everything you know about Overwatch and Jack Morrison. Then, we’re going to destroy them.”

For a moment, confusion swam in Gabe’s chest. He’d assumed he’d pissed someone off on a mission or during SEP. It always came back to Overwatch and Jack. “Do we understand one another?”

Mustering the last bit of moisture in his mouth, Gabe spat in the woman’s direction. The shock on her face was worth the ringing in his ears when a hand cracked against his temple. She wiped the bloody liquid away with a handkerchief and sighed. “I was so hoping that you would cooperate with me. You won’t be the first man I break, nor will you be the last.”

“Bitch, if you—” Gabe’s threat died when something tightened around his throat. The pressure closed off his windpipe, crushing it. Panic arched in his chest as the air swelled in his lungs; his fingers struggled to get a grip on the cord wrapped around his neck. Smirking, ruby lips followed him into the darkness.

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Nineteen: A Psychotic Break

Rated PG

Masterlist

~Oh, she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she screamin'

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Oh, she's sweet but a Psycho~

"HOW DO YOU KNOW SAM AND DEAN?!" He shouted.

It took effort, but I didn't flinch. I blinked and, slowly, raised that eyebrow again. Though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel the annoyance rising in his mind.

"Tell ya what," I said, putting on my best 'let's make a deal' face, "I'm a reasonable girl, so if you tell me just one thing, then I'll tell ya anything you want to know."

"Hmmm..." The guy studied me, walking in a circle around my chair and eating his lolli-pop.

Normally, I'd be scared out of my wits. This entity in front of me, whoever he was, was clearly immensely powerful; warping reality on that scale isn't exactly a party trick. Just by looking at the scene around me, I knew this guy wasn't Loki. Loki was never this powerful. The Norse god wasn't capable of a full-on reality shift. As long as you knew it was an illusion, Loki couldn't make his illusions solid. Whoever was talking to me now, however, had made four solid copies of himself. It would take an immense amount of raw power to do something like that. One would think that a being with this much power would scare me more than Loki just on principle.

But he didn't.

For some strange reason, he didn't. There was just something about this guy, quite opposite to the original owner of the face he was wearing, that told me he meant no real harm. I didn't want to mess with any more heads but a quick poke around his emotions told me that this guy was a friend to the Winchesters; he was fond of them actually. A part of him looked up to the Winchesters and another part felt like he owed them something. So, if I was their friend, then this entity wasn't going to harm me.

All mind reading and prior knowledge aside, I just wasn't intimidated by him. Maybe it was the cherry-flavored lolli-pop stuck in his mouth. Or maybe it was the height. I'm not one to talk about being vertically challenged but this guy was no Sam Winchester, that was for sure.

"It's up to you." I shrugged, spreading my hands. "But I want you to know, that I have literal days to sit here and not say a word."

The man chuckled and pulled the lolli-pop from his mouth.

"Well, I'd like you to know that I am very good at getting people to talk." He paused, tilting his head to the side as if thinking about something. "Not as good as Castiel o'course. Now, that guy could make em' sing. Wowie!"

The man didn't seem to be making a threat as much as an observation. I could feel my nose scrunch up with discomfort for thoughts of what Castiel might do to me if he ever found out my secret. Would he torture me?

I pushed the thought away and wiped the discomfort from my face, replacing it with a smirk. Now was not the time for grim thoughts.

"I think you'll find that I have an extraordinary talent for saying 'no'," I said, leaning forward and folding my hands together on top of the table.

"You think so?" He challenged, amused by the tiny child that thought she could beat him.

I shrugged.

"It's one of my charms. Besides, are you really gonna torture a kid?" I pointed out. I had to remember to use my physical age as the tool it was.

"Of course not!" The man scoffed, waving a hand, "That's low; even for me."

"Guess we're at a stalemate then!" I sighed.

"Hmm." The man twisted the stick of his Lolli-pop in between his fingers. "What if I were to ask really nicely?"

"I'd say 'no'."

"What if I said 'please'?"

"I'd say 'no'."

"What if I gave you candy?"

"I'd be tempted, then I'd be creeped out, then I'd say 'no'." I grinned at him. The man frowned and pointed his lolli-pop at me accusingly.

"You know, for an eight-year-old or whatever you are, you sure don't act like a kid," He said, I couldn't see past his stupid reflective glasses but I thought he was narrowing his eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Is this better?" I cleared my throat in a very mature way before giving him my best pouty frown and doe-eyed puppy look.

"Mommy tol' me nevur to take candwy fwum stwangurs," I said in an innocent baby voice.

"Hmmm. It's close, but you're still acting just a smidge too old. Maybe a 'goo-goo ga-ga' would help!" He smirked. He'd turned my own sass against me. This guy was good. I kinda wanted to punch him.

"Nah, I don't think it would work," I said, smiling thinly.

"Aw, that's a shame. So how old are you really?" He asked.

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No."

"Geez, kiddo. You are really good at saying that, aren't you?" He tried.

I didn't answer. I just smiled at him, pleasantly. The man rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," He muttered. He turned to me. "Fine! What's your question, kid?"

I folded my hands in my lap and collected my thoughts. He couldn't read my mind, I knew. I felt like a sphinx of stone. Speaking as calmly as I could, I asked my question.

"Earlier, when I called you Loki, you said 'wrong religion' and you said you'd killed him; I'm guessing for a slice of revenge. So, my question for you is this: What's the name of the one that talks to you when you're all alone?"

The man shifted his weight and tugged at the collar of his stupid police outfit. The color drained from his face and all his muscles tightened. He clenched his lolli-pop in his teeth, pressing so hard that it shattered. Moving to grab another, he stuck quivering hands into his pockets, but he didn't remove them. The man raised an eyebrow at me and forced a laugh. He was uncomfortable, deeply so, and afraid of something. Afraid not of the thing itself, but the memory of it. Something was haunting him. I could see it in his eyes. All that time alone.

Using my power, I pulled on that fear.

"That's it?" He scoffed faking nonchalance. I shrugged, simply.

"That's it."

"Call me the Trickster." The man smirked. He ripped off those stupid sunglasses and leaned into a mocking sort of bow. "Pleasure to meet ya, kiddo! No, I don't answer fan-mail."

I tilted my head and kept smiling at him, raising an eyebrow expectantly. I didn't speak. The man's smirk shrank from his face as he slowly straightened back up, regarding me with a suspicious and cautious expression. His feet shifted him a little further away from me.

"What's that smile for?" He asked.

"You didn't answer my question, Mr. Trickster." I kept my voice that same unsettling calm and pulled harder on his fear, feeling it rise and crowd his mind. The guy calling himself the trickster pretended to think about my statement.

"Yeah, no; I'm pretty sure I did." He said, nodding. I smiled wider.

“No, you didn’t.”

“Your question doesn’t make sense, kid.” His voice was harsh and biting.

“Yes, it does.”

“Well, I sure as Hell don’t understand it.”

“Yes, you do.”

The man forced a laugh, but it only came off as nervous; he shook his finger at me.

“Are you a sphinx or something?”

"Only in the metaphorical sense, and you are not so clever as you think."

The man glared at me, his lip curling into a scowl. He leaned against the table and looked down at me. I'd made a wrong move; he was angry now, but I could still fix this.

"And you are way too clever for a kid."

"You're right." I nodded.

"Ya gonna tell me why?"

I leaned forward, looking him dead in the eyes. I grasped onto his fear and yanked on it as hard as I could without making it too suspicious.

"No."

The man scowled, glaring down at me. I kept my face impassive and stared back up at him. It was a battle of wills. Who would be the first to look away? Who would be the first to break?

Not me.

The man cast his eyes to the ceiling, throwing his hands into the air.

"GABRIEL!" He shouted. "My name is Gabriel!”

“You’re the angel?”

“Archangel and yes. Ya happy?!" He asked bitingly.

I smiled again, this time in a much more childish way.

"Yes."

I released my hold on Gabriel’s emotions and folded my hands in my lap. Gabriel nodded briskly. His stupid police getup disappeared, replaced by his outfit from earlier, a white t-shirt beneath a brown leather jacket, and a pair of standard jeans. Across the table from me, a second metal chair appeared out of nowhere and Gabriel pulled it out and sat. Folding his hands in front of him on the tabletop as I had previously done, he studied my face.

“My turn now, right?” He asked.

“That was the deal,” I replied with a shrug, returning to my usual sarcastic ways.

“Alrighty. You like games, kid?” He spoke the word as if he didn’t believe it was true. “Let’s play a game.”

“Ooh goodie! What game? Is it checkers? I’m great at checkers.” I rubbed my hands together in faux excitement.

“It’s easy,” Gabriel smirked. “You think you’re clever? Let’s see how clever. I ask you up to fifteen questions per topic, and you have to answer them. But, here’s the catch: You can only answer with one word. Got it?”

I was about to open my mouth to speak but, taking a look at the expression on the archangel’s face told me that this confirmation of my understanding was his little game’s first round. I pursed my lips, reforming my reply.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why only one word?” He clarified.

“Yeah.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened a bit and he nodded as if understanding something.

“Well, because I’m a professional liar and I know that it is much harder to tell a lie if you can’t provide details. You lie, you lose. And I don’t have to read your mind to know if you’re lying. So, one word,” He explained. I nodded.

“Ready to play?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, we were sitting in the bunker’s library. Gabriel was smirking at me. The game was on.

It was time to see if I was smarter than a five-billion-year-old cosmic entity. My bets were on no.

***

“Let’s start out easy, shall we? How did you meet the Winchesters?” Gabriel asked.

He watched her face. This game was a test, it was all about the words she chose and the way she said them. The more abstract the child’s answers, the cleverer the kid was. Details of the story she was barely telling registered in the Archangel’s mind; one after the other, like lines on a page.

“Alleyway,” The child answered. Interesting already.

���What happened in the alleyway?”

“Salvaged.” Thinks herself lesser in value.

“From what?”

“Idiots.” Views some as beneath her. Strange.

“Why did the idiots attack you?”

“Inebriated.” Drunk. Why not say drunk? Why choose the word inebriated?

“Were the inebriated idiots all the Winchesters salvaged you from?”

“Abridged.” Another abstract answer. Yes!

“What else was in that alleyway?”

“Suffering.”

“Physical pain or otherwise? Elaborate.”

“All-encompassing.” Hyphenating, clever move.

“Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater! Who said you could hyphenate?” Gabriel spoke accusingly. The girl shrugged with an innocent expression on her face.

“Unstipulated.” Exploiting loopholes; perfect.

“So why was this suffering of yours all-encompassing? What was causing it?” He asked, getting back to the point.

“Shiver.” Not shivering but shiver. Why only say shiver?

“Were you in danger of dying by hypothermia?”

“Agony.”

“But not death?” This question was more directed toward himself, but the girl answered anyway.

“Enduring.” Fierce pain but not death.

“Enduring for what?”

“Victorious.”

“Why do you want to win?”

“Obligation.”

“Obligation to what?”

“Brother.”

“Why?”

“Nevermore,” She said, coolly.

Edger Allen Poe: The Raven: Verse 14; Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”

Time to switch topics.

“Why did the Winchesters help you?”

She shrugged.

“Screamed.” Simple enough. Disappointingly simple.

“Why were you in the alleyway?”

The girl paused.

“Caution.” She said, slowly. Yet she had been attacked. That was an interesting answer.

“Caution for what?”

“Harm.”

Gabriel nodded, that was a little confusing, but he was sure he would figure it out eventually.

“So, were you looking for the Winchesters, or did they find you by chance?”

The girl thought about this for a bit before answering. Just the pause she had taken was interesting, that meant the answer was more complicated than a yes or a no.

“Watching,” She decided.

“Why were you watching?”

“Waiting.” This was getting better by the second.

“Waiting for what?”

She paused again.

“Seek.” There was a secret smile in her eyes when she answered this time. She thinks she has an advantage. Maybe she does…

“Where was this?”

“Michigan.”

“What town?”

It was a trick question; her answer would have to be two words; there was no avoiding it. Only a few minutes into his little game and he was already trying to trip the girl up. That wasn’t cheating or anything; if this kid thought that beating him was going to be a cakewalk then she had another thing coming.

“Two,” She replied.

“The town’s name is two words?” He asked her only to be sure of the context.

“Yes.”

“Okay, answer the question anyway. If I don’t know the town when you give me the word, then you lose.” He challenged. The girl took a second to think.

“Ferry.”

“Was the town Copper Harbor, Michigan?”

The girl grinned.

“Yep.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and nodded, the smirk on his face growing wider. This kid was clever. He was getting excited. For the first time in he didn’t know how many millennia, Gabriel had a decent game to play, and for the first time in just as many years, he finally had someone to play with. For as long as the archangel could remember, he had loved a good game. He had always relished the challenge of solving a brilliant puzzle or capturing an opponent’s king. When chess had been invented, he had become a master. Gabriel adored beating people at things. He loved to best them, yes, but not only that. He loved to teach them something too; to show them how they could be better. But for as long as he had lived, Gabriel had never been given a real challenge. His brothers could have given him one of course, but they were so predictable and they had always been fighting. They had never cared to really play with him; not the sort of game he had wanted. A game of wits. A game of minds.

For someone who had been stuck on Earth as long as he had, things just got so boring. It wasn’t as if he could leave the planet; despite how much he had desperately wanted to. He had to stay and honor the terms of his witness protection agreement with Loki. After a while, no game on the planet could capture his interest or cure his horrid boredom. The only minor distraction he’d had was the humans.

Gabriel thought humans were wonderful things. Though, for a much different reason than his little brother, Castiel, did. Castiel loved humans for their hearts; Gabriel loved them for their minds. Not all of them were entertaining of course; he wasn’t lucky enough for that. The fact of his life was that there was only a disappointing handful of interesting individuals out there to entertain him. The archangel had had a hay-day when he’d met Einstein! (And you wonder why everyone thought he was crazy.) Though it was somewhat fun for him to watch the boring majority of humanity stumble and fall whenever he tried to teach them a lesson, it wasn’t ever enough.

Gabriel had longed for someone, anyone, even a human, he could play a game with. Now, suddenly, here she was. Someone clever, someone who knew what clever meant, someone who actually wanted to play a real game. Gabriel had seen it in her eyes the moment he’d given her the chance to ask him her question. She was bored too. This was exhilarating for her too.

As if all that wasn’t good enough, Gabriel couldn’t read her mind. This fact probably should have concerned him more than it did, but he couldn’t focus on a tiny detail like that. No, this was too good of a chance to pass up. Not even his nephew had been able to give him a decent challenge. Gabriel was too excited to focus on something so seemingly trivial. He was excited, he was high on the thrill of the chase. No one ever said you couldn’t fool an archangel, and Gabriel didn’t know it, but he had been fooled. He had been fooled by a tiny girl with the face of a child.

Another entity as powerful as he was would most likely consider it beneath them to play a game of wits with a child, to be challenged by a child. But not Gabriel. He had been waiting for a chance like this for all of his existence; age simply didn’t matter to him anymore. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t curious, however.

This was his element. This was his obsession. This was his chance. It was time to have some fun.

“Now all that’s out of the way, let’s ask some things about you. What’s your name?”

“Marty.”

“Nice name. How old are you, Marty?”

“Enough.” The girl smirked. She was good. But he was just a little better.

“How many years have you been alive?”

“Fourteen.” That was her answer. There was darkness in his eyes this time. Interesting.

“How many years have you existed?”

A look of fear crossed her face, like a deer caught in headlights. But the look vanished as soon as it came and was replaced with a confident smirk.

“Conservation.” She answered.

Gabriel cursed internally. The law of conservation of energy; energy is neither created nor destroyed. Of course, she would say something like that.

“Okay, miss-smarty-pants. How many years have you been aware of your existence?”

Marty swallowed and looked down at her hands in her lap.

“Nineteen.” Now they were getting somewhere.

“Riddle me this, Batman. How can you be fourteen and nineteen at the same time?”

She glared at her folded hands.

“Trapped.” The way she stressed the word told Gabriel that she was more than resentful of her condition.

“Trapped how? Elaborate,” He demanded.

“Skin,” She said, nearly growling.

“Elaborate,” He repeated, nodding.

“Cage,” Her voice quivered.

“Why?” He leaned forward now, waiting. This would be the crucial response. Marty looked up, there were ghost tears in her eyes.

“Neverland.”

Very interesting. Time for a new line of questions.

“Why did you come with the Winchesters?”

“Invited.”

“Which one invited you?”

She smiled a little.

“Jack.”

“Why did he ask you to come here?”

“Protection.”

“What led him to offer you protection?”

“Mendicant.”

Mendicant. Definition: One who begs. So, did she ask to come or was she invited? And if she was begging, that begs the question of why.

“What were you begging for?”

“Life.”

“Why were you begging for your life.”

Marty tilted her head.

“Guillotine.”

Her use of the word guillotine could be a metaphor, or it could mean something very literal. Gabriel had the suspicion that it meant a little of both.

“What did Jack offer to protect you from?”

She shrugged.

“Monster,” She said as if it was obvious.

“Yours or someone else’s?”

“Everyone’s,” Marty whispered.

There it was. That was it. That was the clue.

Gabriel laughed; he was winning.

“Tell me, Marty, how long ago was your family massacred?” He asked. Marty looked like she’d been stabbed in the gut and Gabriel felt a pang of guilt, but he brushed it off. It was nothing compared to his excitement.

“Five,” She replied after a moment.

“Five what?”

“Years,” Her voice cracked. Gabriel nodded.

“How have you spent those five years?”

“Alone.”

“If you’ve been on your own for so long, why accept help now?” He prodded.

“Tired.”

“What are you tired of?”

“Running.”

“That’s the practical reason, what’s the other reason?”

Marty pursed her lips.

“Name.”

“Of what?”

“Character.”

“Say it.”

“Peter Pan.” Two references to the same story in one conversation. Definitely not a coincidence. She was comparing herself to something, but what was it? What was he missing?

“Okay pumpkin, just a few more questions; then we’re done ‘cause I don’t have all day.”

“Nice.” She smiled.

"Why should I believe a word you've said to me?"

The girl grinned in a way that was meant to be friendly, but fell critically short.

"Psycho."

That response unnerved the five billion year-old archangel. What was this kid?

“What do you think of Jack?” He continued, he didn't miss a beat.

“Viridity,” She replied. Viridity; noun: Naïve innocence.

“What do you think of his parentage?”

“Irrelevant.” Gabriel had heard many words used to describe his family. Irrelevant was definitely not one of them.

“What do you want more than anything in the world?”

Marty’s answer was unexpected.

“Back.” Her voice wasn’t desperate or wistful; it was cold and hard.

“Describe yourself. Who are you, Marty?”

She had to think about this one. When she had her answer, the genius girl grinned. It wasn’t in a happy way.

“Domino.”

“Alright, one last question, then you’re free to go.” Gabriel leaned forward, his face a grim mask. “Do you have a crush on my nephew?”

Surprised by his question, Marty blinked but before long a smirk split across her cheeks and mischief gleamed in her eyes.

“Talent.” That was all she said. Gabriel knew that meant; ‘The answer may be yes, but I will say no until the day I die.’ The archangel reached a hand across the table; Marty grasped and shook it.

“Good game, kiddo. Mind telling me where Sam and Dean are now?”

“They’re on their way to New-York. They’ll be there in a few hours,” Marty said.

“Cool beans. Now go get some breakfast and I’ll see ya later.”

With a nod of his head, Gabriel was gone. The reason why he had originally come to the bunker was completely forgotten. Now he had only one thought on his mind.

He needed to find Sam and Dean.

He needed to warn them about the girl they were protecting.

When it came to individuals, there had never been something that Gabriel couldn’t figure out.

Never. Not one thing. Until now.

Gabriel had no idea what that child was.

That thought―that question mark unnerved him. That notion shook him down to his very core.

That blank space child, that missing piece little girl.

She was more terrifying to him than anything he had known in five billion years.

~You're just like me, you're out your mind

I know it's strange, we're both the crazy kind

You're tellin' me that I'm insane

Boy, don't pretend that you ain't just the same

Oh, she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she screamin'

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

Oh, she's sweet...

But a Psycho~

Lyrics from: Sweet But A Psycho by Ava Max