#gotta let the chaos girlie have her moment

[theviridianbunny]

✭ summer sun beachwear by alliekat and aeryn out now on nexus mods ✭

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

DAMN CAP YOU COOKED THIS IS MASSIVE!! SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 72 OF PN BELOW BEWEAR!!

OHH SHE TOOK THE EARINGS WITH HER STEALING THEM ok i’m a fool right this makes sense. 

Girl. girl please. “You gotta trust me marinette I’m the only one you can trust” YOU WERE TRYING TO SCAM HER 

Love Fei, the dichotomy of man is so real with her

Damn brother what an intro, and then we snap back to Juleka pretending she is Batman. I hope she is at least enjoying running around on the rooftops she wanted to chapters ago

I genuinely can’t tell if girly has a concussion or not. I am one to be tricked by the narrator so since she’s saying she doesn’t i’m like “Oh ok, i trust you”

Aww cute Alya and Juleka friending it up real style, I like how Alya was begging panthera to find marinette, so real of her. 

Juleka: dont worry i actually do this super often

Alya: be concussed on a rooftop?

HA-

Yooo super soulmate tracking activated??

I still find the fact that Marinette said that they “speedran dating” to be hilarious

Fei panicking like this is her first sleepover is so silly style

AUGH NO MARINETTE IS NOT THE PERSON TO ADMIT YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE TO

Like i love girly but damn Fei you did not choose the right person to admit murderous intent to

Like maybe this is good for Fei to be told “hey girl that’s a bit far” but like let the girl get her emotions off her chest before invalidating them LB damn

Cash, my brother, fuck off. Fei, kick him in the balls, I command thee. 

She was being emotionally vulnerable! Let her have her moment! 

Damn brother, Cash really just hit Marinette with the fact that good people can do bad things for reasons they see as good, this will literally break her good people meter.

Panthera where be you

Ricky, ricky when I catch you ricky (me about Cash)

YES GIRL (marinette said screw you, i’m hype)

Oop- Marinette is fighting back, and now she pointed out the obvious (to us, not to Fei) 

Damn brother plot twist (which I forgor) 

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, poor Fei. Girly it’s ok he took advantage of you in a vulnerable state that’s not your fault augh I feel awful for her

NOOO HAWKCOCK RETURNS BAD TIMING FUCK OFF

Help “what’d her glove do?” his hysterical

She pointed at the little akuma resting on her finger, “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Obviously not! Are you- oh you are. Okay.” ok so. Can marinette eat akumas to purify them?

Hey did Fei just get a real concussion?? Exciting

Who are these random lesbians in my father’s ancient duty cave? I ACTUALLY LOST IT

Oh damn the prodigious have shown up this chapter! Nice. 

NAH NOT HAWKMOTH HAVING PTSD FROM PANTHERA HAAA

Sorry not many comments on this bit i’m too into it to write

Realest reaction to gaining super powers

Wha da hell the renlings are mad. I do not remember them from the shanghai special i just remembered big lion guy

Damn motherfucker this shit bangs

Fei having the time of her life is very fun, it’s also been rather novel to have so much not-Juleka POV lately! Though that tracks with how much you like Fei!

I do wonder if you’re going to have her show up outside of this arc or naw, I guess i shall wait and see >:3

Could these lesbians please focus? HELP FEI STOP BEING SILLY

Damn nobody wants her to kill Cash. except me, Kill him Fei. I demand thee. 

I mean i think it would permanently scar her, but yknow, character building gotta come from somewhere buddy

Goddamn!! That rocked. Fei kicked his ass, hell yeah. Glad she didn’t kill him though (shush i have layers)

Help the awkward after battle chat with Hawkmoth what is this

FEI HAS A POINT THIS IS WEIRD AS SHIT

Backstory?? For Cash?? Ohhhh its that fucker. Cash is the guy who- oh ok it’s all coming together

HELP THE CHAOS

YOOO LION AKUMA HELLLL YEAH

I’ve always thought his akuma was sick as fuck

HAWKMOTH DIED/??

HELP SO MUCH IS HAPPENING ROSE CALLED AND- GTVNBUREFI

Ok so my suspicion that Adrien will find out has dimmed, but the embers are still there. Maybe he’ll be vaporized. 

Yeah maybe now isn’t the time for impromptu therapy ladies

Hell yeah, Panthera for the emotional intelligence win you go girl

Oh no it went wrong, Fei running away from your problems doesn’t work this is an awful time to do that!

No because Fei literally challenges Marinnettes ideals of a good person, her black and white way of thinking about things has been a (interesting!) source of conflict throughout this but i don’t believe she has ever disagreed with someone in this way that she actually likes. Idk if this makes sense, basically what I’m saying is this could be an interesting way to develop her black and white view on good and evil

I have feelings about it all ok??

“I can’t think about this” YES YOU CAN LB

I’m curious when Juleka will use that power again, also what is it called?

HELP NO i am actually out of breath from how much i laughed at Juleka picking up the phone for Rose WHILE CLIMBING WHATS HIM NAME SHADOW OF THE COLLOSUS STYLE 

GIRL. HAVE SOME PRIORITIES. 

WAIT IWIAIT WIH3W

WHAY

WITA

JULEKA CALLED HER SUNBEAM? ISN’T THAT WHAT SHE CALLED ROSE AS PANTHERA OR AM I GOING INSANE

WAIT. ROSE HAS A CLUE NOW? I’M GOING INSANE CAP

CAP PLEASE

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE ROSE-JULEKA REVEAL FOR YEARS

WHEN. 

Sorry i went mad

In my head when LB was flung off the big guy she pinwheeled through the air silly style

Is. is fei just flying about crying? “A mournful cry” and “red and gold streaked above them” like. As a bird i think that counts as flying about for the fuck of it and sobbing it up real style

It has been. A week maybe more. Sorry got distracted read 1.4 mill for another work got way too invested, we are so back though

And back to Fei’s POV epic crying girl montage qued

“And it was all her fault” girl please, there is a dickhead called HM and I think it’s more his fualt than yours, get over yourself

The renlings are so cool, the dialogue you had them do was mega cool cap

Dragon renling is bad ass, personally i would name them. He is now dubbed; Daniel.

Damn move over Juleka, there’s a new therapist in down, his name is Daniel the Dragon

Oh thank fuck, when Daniel said forgive i was like bitch Cash doesn’t deserve that, but forgiving herself makes so much sense. 

Not Panthera offering to fix her makeup- Juleka is so sweet girl

“We’ve got your back, Fei.” Ladybug exclaimed, “L-Like; If you need a plan, I’ve got one. I’ve got a great plan. I just need a GIANT jug- this made me lose it. What the fuck LB what would a giant jug do pray tell

YEAH DRAGON TIME

Sorry, that piece about her dad was lovely and it was awesome to read, it swept me up so i just ended up saying dragon time

Hm how does the dragon speak if it doesn’t have lips (in my head) 

No because ack what is this plan that involves a giant vase. Panthera you go girl don’t let her get eaten by another akuma, the dinosaur was enough. What will they do for Feast if not be eaten though that is the real question

Ya girly Fei just kicked kaiju ass in under 5 minutes because their timers were going off so, current MVP of the series; Fei, followed by Juleka for her metallica moment

Aww Mei Shi is adorable

He's so nice help

WHERE DID HE GO

Also wonderful break POV, that was a good line

Get his ass gang, cash is a dick

MEI SHI IS ADORABLE YAYAY AND SMALL

Fei has like 13 friends now. Is there 12 renlings or no i can’t remember

“Ooh sounds yummy.”

“You sounded a lot more professional as a robot guardian guy.”

“I was. Now I’m small and terrible.”

“Joy.” I LOVES HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO BABY!!! If only they returned to Paris with LB and Panthera, he could be friends with plagg.

Juleka now has a favor… 

Oh yeah plagg realised he could leave the ring while Juleka is transformed. That feels like an important detail. 

“OH MY GOD I HAVE PARENTS.” i love marinette. I loved this whole interaction actually, “water under the bridge, forced under the bridge” and all that was really funny

Also the fact that Adrien didn’t know your not allowed to sleep with a concussion has me concerned. 

Oh yay!! Juleka and Fei ‘therapy’ session

“That’s our everyday Ladybug!”

“AHA. YEAH. THAT SAYING. LANKS ADRIEN. I MEAN THANKS LADRIEN. THANKS. ADRIEN. AHAH.” realest reaction to that

The ending was very cosy, lots of fun :3

Finito!!!!!!! Amazing chapter Cap, ten out of ten, no a hundred out of ten is more fitting. I look forward to what comes next >:3

DANIEL I’m wheezing

I’m so glad you enjoyed bud! I’m gonna try and keep Fei in her lane for the rest of the fic or else my favoritism will show.

as for Panthera’s “special mode”, that’s called Mass Obliteration!

Plagg leaving the ring while Panthera is transformed is a marker on how much experience she’s had being Panthera.

When characters are transformed, they absorb that Kwami’s power to wear the suit. Then they expend a lots of that magic to use their powers and if they’re young and haven’t used that miraculous much- or don’t have lots of magic in general- then that magic is pretty much depleted to nothing once that power is used and their battery runs out after five minutes.

The Kwami is like the power source to the holder’s battery/charge, with the miraculous being the chord between them. Usually you need them “plugged in” aka in the miraculous at all time when the holder is transformed. However! Panthera’s gotten so used to Plagg’s essence that even if he leaves the ring for a bit, she can stay transformed as she has a bit of his magic to naturally spare. I hope that makes sense I’m babbling. Thank you to my buddy @ghostatjoes for that lore.

The base was in the original Shanghai episode. Ladybug’s plan was to get vored and break the akuma from the inside. It had organs. Mei Shi had organs. I was so disturbed, I didn’t wanna write that— and also I felt like Ladybug overhauling Fei’s fight was wrong. That was HER villain yknow. Wanted Fei to finish it all by herself.

I’m glad you enjoyed! This was def one of my favorite chapters ever to write. I think the size is an obvious indicator. I hope you guys enjoy Season 3! It’s coming I swear. I’m just writing a fun chapter before I drag you all into my hole of hell that I’ve been stewing over for years.

[freys-dumpster-fire]

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOUR OCS AND AUS ARE

OMG YAYYY OK OK SO I HAVE A COUPLE OCS BUT ONLY ONE OF THEM HAS. A BACKSTORY SO SOL THE JACKAL TIME!!!

im not putting an image bc it would take up a lot of space and this post is going to be LONG but if you look up sonic oc on my blog you’ll probably find him

so sol was created as basically a “backup plan” to shadow? Idk gun tried to make their own version of shadow basically and just kinda. Got this random orphan and were like “you are going to be an experiment now” his backstory does not have all of the bells and whistles worked out as you can tell

he has cool powers now though!!! Since gun didn’t have an actual chaos emerald his powers come from negative energy from fake chaos emeralds (he is an edgy little guy ok let me indulge)

but yk project shadow kinda. Ended very badly so he also got put into stasis. He’s mostly angsty about never getting a childhood

ANYWAY AU TIME!! I DO NOT HAVE A NAME FOR THIS AU!! BUT IT’S THE ONE WITH SONIC BEING KINDA A CYBORG

so THE MAIN DIFFERENCES are 1. Sonic being adopted by eggman 2. Gun didn’t immediately jump to killing everyone on the ARK and 3. Cosmo is here. Bc i wanted cosmo to be here

im gonna talk about cosmo and tails first because they are like probably my favorite part of the AU!!! Tails met Sonic in a very similar way as they met in sonic X (i really like sonic X can you tell) the main difference being Tails didn’t end up meeting sonic again after that

they met 4 years before when most of the stuff takes place (so tails was 6 and sonic was. 11? 12? I haven’t decided if he’s 15 or 16) and that was pretty much the formative moment for tails ever and he’s kinda always been like “where did he go… i wanna meet that guy again” and then he sees sonic on the news (in disguise but his big ol quills are pretty recognizable) so he’s like “IS THAT” and that leads to him ending up with amy and eventually shadow who are both looking for sonic (shadow because gun was like “let him out of the vault we gotta get rid of this blue guy”) (also tails lives in a plane like in the sonic OVA)

Cosmo is pretty much just Cosmo but with a dash of amnesia in there (girly does NOT know why she’s on earth)— Tails was watching a meteor shower and cosmo’s escape pod crashes down to where he is and they get to be silly together and dark oak does not exist and the metarex do not exist because season 3 ruined me emotionally and i want them to be happy (i’m considering her having some frutiger aero influence in her redesign but idk if i can make it work)

ONTO AMY THOUGH!! She’s pretty similar to normal amy but with some inspiration from Misa Amane in there for her design and personality (i started watching death note a month or two ago and i’m enjoying it alot!)

ALSO MARIA IS ALIVE! (Since the ark was never stormed in this au she gets to live) She’s currently on earth and since Shadow had been un frozen she’s basically the one taking care of him and stuff they are friends yay :) She has to use a cane due to her illness and there is medicine now (not a cure, but it makes things manageable). She’s in her early 60’s :D

and uhhh wowie i talked a whole lot there XD but yeah that is the silliness that goes on in my head

[maguro13-2]

Legacy of Shinra ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Pt. 18 ~

[Tokyo Police Department]

Ashley : Let me get this straight, so what was your deal?

Eruka Frog : Okay...We admit it. We've been working for a fake that Ansem manipulated us to destroy the most important item from the Ohkuboverse. It's the Legacy that this Medusa Faker was trying to destroy it to plunge into chaos!

Kimial Diehl : And how did you know that the Blood Blood syringe contain that deadly stuff ain't it, that stuff wasn't a bodily fluid, it was Ink ain't it.

Mizune : Please, you got the wrong idea. I give myself a simple retcon from the world. Hey, I happened to exist you know, the name Eruka might be japanese, but I'm not from somewhere. I usually come from the state of Maryland, Mizune.

Eruka Frog : And I'm from the swampy wetlands of Louisiana, I am Eruka Frog, descendant of the frog Mamu.

"Eruka Frog : The Frog witch from Louisiana"

"Mizune : Mice with from Maryland".

Kimial Diehl : I get no hesitations that you guys were involved of destroying the legacy would you. Well it ain't gonna happen. So the Medusa you've been working with a was a fake right? All this time and all of this moment, you idiots have been working for the heartless weren't ya? Why would you two do it!?

Eruka : I...I have no idea what you're talking about. Relax, I'm not just simple as you look, being a villain ain't hard work.

Mizune : It's simple, all you have to do is to unleash the chaos itself.

Kimial Diehl : Chaos? is that what you two think? You let Ansem the Seeker of Darkness dupe you guys again, for realsies?

Eruka : I won't give that much of a threat to you.

Ashley : If you won't give me answers, then I'll have to give you a torture, a thousand whoop-asses to knock some sense into you two guys!

Eruka : Okay! Okay! Look, we were using Inky substance called the Ink Demon's blood, it's a royal blood that belongs to the royal bloodline of the Ink demons for the past generations. Nure-Onna, the banished half of the witch Medusa, tricked us into taking the blood and would use to revive one of the relatives of the Kusakabe family. Asura, a so-called Kishin that presumed to be dead after a heartless killed him. He was using this kind of thing called "Madness" it's a an evil force from Greek Mythology. But it's only a concept from that was originally from the hero of Greece himself, Hercules.

Mizune : Yeah, we didn't know and we we're wrong about it.

Eruka : We definitely got ourselves on the wrong foot.

Kimial Diehl : Just because you two are witches, doesn't mean you really want the planet in genocide badly do ya. It could be easily the end for us all, but Demon Vibe was giving specific orders to the heartless were you.

Eruka : Yes! But I don't know if we were able to listen to the truth, we would never follow any specific orders.

[Trickle Maze (Soundtrack Ver.) - Hideaki Kobayashi]

Kimial Diehl : Isn't that so? I was wondering. Where did anyone get a crazy idea on one thing. How in the world do we beings of Soul Eater...Exist in the real world? Do you believe that? Huh? Do you believe that? I can believe that too you know.

*images flashing*

Eruka : Okay. It appears that I might as well get off the deep end, but have no fear, that I would be responsible that there might be some evidence from Shinra Kusakabe.

Mizune : Don't think too serious, girlie. You have some proof that you have that existence in the real world. Let's just say, if I live in the real world, or we live in the world that does not exist. We just gotta prove to you all that the world of Soul Eater is just one crazy dream from a 13-year old minor.

Kimial Diehl : Minor, that minor would be Maka Albarn. I haven't got to know about her, she was that girl who unleashed a bodacious power into the atmosphere. Those people who got to go near her, have been dead, killed, destroyed, annihilated. So what you mean all of this, is that she never got her first kiss from Soul, the boys, or even crona Kid. Maybe it's your will of luck and eventually you even have your kiss to be lost before. I don't make grudges, this would never be happier than before. I got news update, once I bring out the evidence to unveil truth from it's eyes, we can finally win this together, you and I. Either way, you might lose when it comes to a liability capable of those who will always lie and these lies can hurt someone real bad.

Eruka Frog : Lies can hurt people? But...If you say so, then I got evidence to prove to you. Could you really give me an exchange for that?

Kimial Diehl : Sure. Now let me tell you something real good. If you exchange something nice, then let me exchange you real good. So tell me, I found a giant syringe needle that contains the Black Blood and the blood is really Ink. Who or what in the world was making that substance to make people go wild, why were you helping Medusa to destroy this planet? Who gave you that stuff in order to make people to go berserk or driven with mad dog style?

Eruka Frog : Alright! Alright! I admit it! It was Sammy Lawrence! He gave that Black Blood stuff to us! Everything! He ruined my life for it and it's thanks to him!

Ashley : What? Sammy Lawrence? That mask creep from Brooklyn New York is behind all of this!? He got you two involved for bringing all of this nonsense from Soul Eater that is literally a dream? I can't believe that you two would be puppets on a string to the heartless the entire time and Sammy Lawrence was his responsibility for bringing all of this chaos that he did. Why would he do such a thing?

Mizune : For attmept on destroying the Kusakabe legacy, belonging to Shinra, the boy who created Soul Eater.

Kimial Diehl : All of this was to destroy the legacy, the one that I was protecting it? Then why didn't you guys tell me this before. What made us to protect or destroy Shinra's legacy.

Mizune : Demon Vibe says so. Can't trust the creator of the Ohkuboverse responsible for everything. Now that's a lie that could really hurt someone or somebody. You have a heart to believe, and you know we would always be with the truth, stand united with the truth.

Eruka : It's the ultimate price to pay when it not comes to telling truth. That's what made us special.

Mizune : So...What's your endgame?

Kimial Diehl : You won't be much of that. So let's get a move on shall we. You two are free to go.

Eruka Frog : Thanks for that, Tanuki.

Kimial Diehl : Nah, that's Jacqueline's line.

*Eruka and Mizune leaves*

Ashley : So...These pieces are finally coming together.

Kimial Diehl : Have mercy on our souls, Ashley. You were in all of this just recover the truth. Just don't believe anything stupid from us, okay? It's our job to seek our truth and we got attention for it's elaborate kind. There's no way that collecting souls would be the dream of us all, why would Nevada be Maka's home if her home was really earth? I mean we all live on earth too, you know. Any planet who live here can decide whether it's bad or not we always make the right decisions or even those that we were wrong about it.

Ashley : I guarantee that. But what happens if this planet's gone, it'll be all over for us. But I'm not gonna let that happen. Someone is going to pay for that matters. We got ways ahead of ourselves to get in the game if we're going to survive.

Kimial Diehl : Correction. That's the way of survival. But where on earth did you think that Nevada is our home?

Ashley : Well...There's something inside of it. Can't be too sure about that. More importantly it's a little efficient that one person that can truly know about. I got one more thing, time to make us hit the can or we'll die trying. Even though, I have the slightest look.

Kimial Diehl : But nothing's too sure, but...but what about the devil's legacy.

*Images flashing+glitching*

Kimial Diehl : [holds head in pain] Aaah!

[The Road for Underground - Michiru Yamane]

Ashley : Hey, you okay?

Kimial Diehl : Oh my Head!

*images flashing+glitching*

Kimial Diehl : Oh no! Not again! It can't be! Not like this! Those pyrokinetic bastards! These memories from the Ohkuboverse are a lie, all of this is a lie!

Ashley : Kimial Diehl! Respond!

Kimial Diehl : *responds* I understand what's going on now. The entire Ohkuboverse had some connections with the world of dreams. I just discovered that I had someone in my mind that cannot I get out of it. That pink-haired witch, who was she?

Inca's Voice : Shinra! SHINRA, SAVE ME!!!

Kimial Diehl : That voice could it be...

*flashes of a vision showing Shinra's Past*

Time Eater : [roars furiously]

Inca : SHINRA! TATSUKETE, SHINRA!

Shinra : I'm trying, Inca!

Inca : SHINRA! SHINRA!

Shinra : Don't worry! I'm here to save--*gasp*

Kimial : Shinra-Kun...Tatsukete.

Shinra : Inca? *GUNSHOT*

Inca : SHINRAAAAAA!!!

*flashes back*

Kimial Diehl : Who is Shinra, and why can't remember anything when the Ohkuboverse and...who was this Inca?

Ashley : The Ohkuboverse has been long gone, it was destroyed 1000 years before we were even born. Your memories, you becoming a hero, the influence from Shinra, the world of Soul Eater is not real, this is the real world we need to wake up. All of Soul Eater was just a fantasy, none of that was real. You just gotta listen to the truth.

Kimial Diehl : Listen to the truth, wake up to the real world. That's...That's not a half bad idea, Ashley. We'll work this way out once we get the glory, our life should be easier then to proclaim one's truth. Sorry, but I'm not in the mood for ice cream sundae, but I might give one.

*Phone beeping*

Kimial Diehl : Huh? A message? Hey, It's from someone that I knew about.

Ashley : Oh really? Isn't your mother home?

Kimial Diehl : My ma? She passed away. Sarissa had taken care of me since the 20th century. I believe this was from my lover.

Ashley : That nerdy guy Ox?

Kimial Diehl : I have something to tell you this, Ashley. It's not the nerdy guy named Ox Ford, that baldy who used to have hair, but I believe that my heart belongs to another.

Ashley : Your heart belongs to another? Who is this "another".

Kimial Diehl : *blushing* Oi, don't get a grudge on me, I first met someone in Vermont before I came back to Salem!

Ashley : And who is this "another" person you might ask?

(scene changes)

(NEWSPAPER : FORMER FENCING CHAMPION JACQUELINE LEAVES PARIS FOR AMERICA)

Ashley : (looking at newspaper) Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre? The former fencing champion from Paris? Hey, I heard about her, she was that girl who was a famous swords master, that knows about swords. A skillful girl in swordsmanship and she does not own a cafe or something.

Kimial Diehl : You may know not about her, Ashley. Jacqueline is that girl who protected me after making first contact with her in Vermont.

Ashley : And she's not just a Nevadan, she also speaks french and canadian french, I mean...Quebec french. She might be the one that is human but she is the masked girl, you fell in love with. And that masked girl is a Phantom.

Kimial Diehl : How did you know about that stuff?

[Legend of Babylon - Fumie Kumatani]

Ashley : Please, have a seat.

Kimial Diehl : Okay.

Ashley : Over a year on earth, the Phantoms were a race of masked beings that are basically alike humans that are part of the secret organization called the Phantoms of Society, and they were the ones that inspired one of the greatest stories of all, Phantom of the Opera. The Phantoms appear in the day as humans and they only appear at night. Locals proclaiming that the Phantoms have been inspiring the story of the Phantom of the Opera.

Kimial Diehl : They are the ones who had been secretly ones that are like superheroes, they helped the Majo Detective force for being the world's peace keeping forces. The Phantoms live underneath the human society where they battle between the day as humans and phantoms in the night. But the home of the Phantoms of Society was the house Garnier.

Ashley : like any headquaters, The Garnier itself is also the Phantoms of Society's secret organization lair, a place where they used the opera as a base of operations.

Kimial Diehl : And now, you eventually do know.

Ashley : According to the database from Lain's data, the Phantoms of Society were known to have elite members and these elitist were basically the top three. These known elitist are three Phantoms who who usually works with us detectives.

[computer shows profile of the Phantom of Society members]

Ashley : Kazuki Kuroshima, a skillful samurai born in Japan and comes from the Kuroshima Family. Codename : Phantom of Retribution Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre, a skillful swords lady and former champion of a fencing tournament born in Paris and is the from the O'Lantern Family that wields a blade for generation.

Kimial Diehl : But isn't Jacqueline's family were the ones that are responsible for burning incidents. I mean she was one responsible for the accident that the people france costs her more than two years on minimal wages. So, she decided to help out her old friend...to maker discharged. She had travel all the way to Qubec city the Green Hills of Vermont, at the beautiful scenes of where we found love at first sight.

Ashley : Yeah, it is love at first sight in the Green Hills of Vermont...Yeah, that's a true beauty. Anyway, and last but not least. We got the most coolest of elite of all...Makoto Asagiri.

Kimial Diehl : Hey that's...!

*image shows a Young Makoto saving a young Maka*

Kimial Diehl : So that's how Medusa will revive someone that a heartless, right? If I'm ready to speak up and even step up, then I'm willingly letting go everything. That's the reason for our existence from the Ohkuboverse. I can't believe that the Ohkuboverse and how can I don't know anything about my past? I did know about my past, but I never thought about having ancestor that needs one, I know I may be a witch that exist, but I'm still a righteous girl who love adventure and kicking evil butt!

Blair : Excuse me, but mind if I ca help you with anything?

Kimial Diehl : Who are you?

Blair : Why don't you ask me for it, I am a witch but I'm also looking for the ones they call Maka Albarn. Hope you don't mind too anything.

Kimial Diehl : A talking cat? I didn't order a talking cat, this is not what I expected and did you say you were looking for Maka Albarn?

Blair : Half true?

*BOOM*

Blair in Witch Form : Sup?

Kimial Diehl : Woah! What the...? You're...a human girl?

Blair in witch form : Close, I was combined with three DNAs; a human, a witch, and Bakenko. I'm Blair the Cat Witch of the Albarn Household!

"Blair : The Cat Witch of the Albarn Household".

Ashley : I don't understand! What's a witch with the combined DNA doing here at Salem in the first place?

[Professor E Gadd's Theme plays]

Blair : Just your average household pet who is also a human witch born from somewhere around the globe. I usually come from somewhere I'd like it call england, but I'm not from England, I'm from a land called the land of Frederick County.

Ashley : Frederick...County? You are from Frederick County?

Blair : Yes, Frederick County, Maryland! Everybody knows it's Maryland!

Ashley : That's sounds...like an interesting place. That's only a mid-atlantics, ain't it?

Blair : Yeah.

Ashley : Well, I do or I may not do...But it feels like that it needs well deserve attention to make it on to the big screen. Oh, I have just the right amount of information that needs a classy establishment.

Blair : Well, what do you have.

Ashley : It's about this 13 year old minor that knows nothing about committing crimes, she was mistaken for it and someone framed her. I believe it was the Ink Demons that were responsible for that reason. I don't think that it was ever that easily being fooled by. I wonder who did it, we don't know?

*imagines Maka being in danger*

Blair : There is no way that Maka could be in serious trouble, I see. I have no regrets that you would easily finding out that something happened to Maka one year ago. I believe it is rumored whether Maka is alive or not, she's just begging for it since I've came all the way from Japan to Europe to Maryland and then into San Francisco. It was a pretty long journey just to meet Maka somewhere in a pinch.

Ashley : Ah, I see. However, she's cleverly nowehre to be found in Tokyo.

Date : Excuse me, Majo Detective Ashley I got some business to attend to, but have you seen this 13-year old girl. Your partner, Kimial told me that she was taken by another girl that looks alike her twin, but in fact, she was taken by her own sister and there was this weird humanoid being that clearly knows about Maka and her father spirit. That is the real reason Maka's mother left her for the same being.

Ashley : What's this all about, Detective Date?

Date : It appears that Maka Albarn does not have one father, but two of them. Maka's Mother has been with this other father of her's that is also the father her of sister. These two beings were both related as twins due to the arrival of this man. It's the first family between a human and a humanoid Phanto.

Ashley : Now you finally recognized these puzzles that needed to be solve. Those girls have the same image as Maka's looks. But they are two different people, one's the older sister and the other is the younger sister. Now do you know what this means. Looks like Maka's family isn't a single family, but a family of intergalactic beings.

Blair : Then what are we waiting for!? Let's get to it!

[Guardians by Hideaki Kobayashi plays]

*starts magically turning her broom on*

Ashley : Alright, Kimial. We gotta find Maka Albarn and locate her somewhere on this planet.

Kimial Diehl : Penny, can give you give us the location of where Maka Albarn is located.

Penny Crygor via Radio : Sure! I'm picking up their location! We found them through our monitors from Orbulon's ship. He's picking up some signals for Maka Albarn's location. I know where she is! She's somewhere located on the...*buzzing feedback*

Ashley : Penny? What's going on?

Lord Phanto III via Radio : I believe that your dear friend is having some technical difficulties. I will not let anyone to interfere with my daughter's training. But I would let you all do a favor of visiting to the sanctuary I am currently.

Ashley : What? Who is this? Tell me where you are?

Lord Phanto III via Radio : Then why don't you come to sanctuary on the planet's moon and I will let you greet my daughter.

Ashley : What?

Blair the Cat Witch : Hey, what the-!?

Penny Crygor via Radio : Ashley! Someone just jammed my radio signal and I believe that Maka's other father is with her. He and his brethren has been living on the moons for a long period of time before the birth humankind and witchkind.

Ashley : The Phantonians, rulers of the Galaxy! They're the ones behind Maka Albarn's character development as a hero and made her a warrior or a weapon of mass destruction. Rumor has it that they're the ones who created that iconic scythe made by his brethren.

Kimial Diehl : So that's why Maka Albarn was being chosen as the hero of Soul World? Who knew a bunch of aliens had being doing that stuff to her? I nevert thought that the mask enemy from Super Mario Bros. 2 was not from subcon, but from another planet and arrived to the solar system to conquer not just the planets, but also the moons!

Ashley : That's the reason why Phanto came to Earth. Wonder where he's at?

Kimial Diehl : But I think that I do know is that Phanto is at...

*DBZ SFX : Teleport*

Blair the Cat Witch : Hey'd, Where'd you guys go?

*DBZ SFX : Teleport*

Penny Crygor : Hey, what the--?

*DBZ SFX : Teleport*

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Huh? I sense that Kimial Diehl isn't around somewhere. But where did she gone off to?

Kimial Diehl : AAAAAAAHHH!!! JACQUELINE! HELP US!!!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : KIMIAL! Darn! They've been transported to the Moon, but what's that on it? Why I don't believe it appears that Kimial and co are being transported to that sanctuary on the earth's moon. That's where Maka and the others are at. I gotta get there by rocket! I bet I know a place that I could find a space transporter.

Lord Phatno III's voice : (chuckles) You don't need someone to transport by yourself, Only those that I have the power to summon those to the moon.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Alright! Stop playing with my head! Show yourself on this planet or I will--

*DBZ SFX : Teleport*

Eruka Frog : No! They've been summoned to the Moon! Maka's other father

Mizune : Now what do we do?

~ Scene 17 : Witches' Innocence ~

[soulmate-game]

Can you do a prompt of Marinette being the daughter of the Joker and Harley but Harley left him before Marinette was born and when Joker found out about his daughter He decided to kidnap Marinette so she can become like him (Ace chemicals) (Daminette)

Woot, my first ask in a while! Let’s see how I can do this oddly specific ask that reminds me of a fic that might actually exist but tbh I’ve read so many fanfics idk if my brain is remembering right

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Marinette knew Sabine and Tom weren’t her biological parents. She had known ever since she was eight, when her mother by blood visited her for the first time, sat her down, and explained everything. Including, but not limited to, her disastrously toxic past relationship, her new girlfriend, and her recent success with long term rehab (unofficial rehab that mostly consisted of illegal anti-hero actions, but hey if it worked it worked).

Marinette understood. Well no, she really didn’t since she was only eight, but she understood that her mom— that Harley— was genuine. She had always had a knack for emotions and telling when people were sincere or not. And Harley really was regretful about not being in her life beforehand, and was serious about wanting to be part of her life now that her own was mostly sorted out.

So Marinette was not surprised when Harley really did stick it out. When Harley cooed over Marinette copying her hairstyle to show her support of her biological mom, when Harley never failed to call at least once a week even if she was in jail for punching some asshole or another. Harley never stayed arrested long anymore, she was usually found to be on the right side of the moral scale more and more often so the police didn’t bother keeping her locked up anymore. Through the years, Marinette always looked forward to her mom’s calls. Looked forward to being lulled to sleep by one crazy story or another from her mother’s past. Everything was nice. Perfect, even, for a while.

A thump sounded from her balcony, one late night when Marinette was thirteen. Blinking, the dark haired girl furrowed her brows. Who would be on her balcony? Cautiously walking towards the trap door leading to it, grasping her metal pencil holder as a weapon (she remembered all of her Mom’s stories about break-ins and random attacks back in Gotham), the teen strained her ears. Akuma attacks were only a few months old now, but she had already become in high alert for any sign of Hawkmoth or his victims. As per usual, Marinette’s paranoia began to kick in. Did Hawkmoth already figure her out? Was he here for her earrings? Would she be able to fight him?

She gently pushed up the trap door, catching a glimpse of black leather. Huh? Marinette narrowed her eyes, confused. Was it Chat? He should have been on patrol, on the other side of the city. What was he doing visiting her?

Suddenly the trap door yanked the rest of the way open, making Marinette yelp as the handle for it rugged away from her fingers. And there, backlit by the pure blue-white moonlight, was Not Chat Noir. It was Catwoman, in all her skintight black leather glory, grinning at her before pushing her cat-eye goggles up to the top of her head and crouching down by the trap door’s entrance, balancing only on the pads of her feet.

“Well hello there~” the woman purred. “So you’re the cute little kitten Harley is so secretive about. Nice to finally meet you,” the woman held out a hand, sending Marinette a sweet, if mysterious, smile. For a while, the pigtailed girl only stared before a squeal of excitement left her throat, leaving very little room for any doubt as to her bloodline. A large smile curled over Marinette’s lips, leaving her beaming widely at the catlike woman on her balcony.

“Auntie Selina! Mom’s told me so much about you! Come in, come in, come in! I’ll sneak some macaroons up for you. Or do you prefer croissants? What’s your favorite flavor? Are you really dating Batman? Oh my goodness, that necklace is so lovely! Did you steal it?”

Selina could only chuckle fondly at the word vomit, letting the smaller girl drag her down the trap door and into her very… pink room. Looking around, Selina was once again slapped with just how similar this kid was to her outgoing friend. Marinette clearly had no shame in indulging in the things she liked, such as the color pink and anything regarding fashion. But there were other things amongst the girliness of the room, like the posters of Jagged Stone and the training dummy half-sticking out of her closet door. There were a few ornamental knives hung up behind her computer, seemingly just for decoration although Selina could see that they were definitely battle ready and sharpened. A small mallet, clearly a miniature replica of her mother’s own signature weapon, leaned up against the side of the girl’s laundry basket. But then there was Marinette’s mannequin, which was surrounded by meticulously cut pieces of cloth and had other pieces pinned to it strategically. Marinette clearly had the same professionalism and love for her chosen career that had so completely defined Harley in the Time Before Joker. The same genius intellect hiding in those deceptively cheerful bluebell eyes. And for the first time, though not for the last to be sure, Selina found herself thoroughly relieved that it seemed Marinette had inherited very little from her father.

Except, as she would learn from stories Harley told her later, an apparent affinity for chaos.

“I’m not that picky, kitten. But I’m not that hungry, so don’t go too out of your way,” Selina decided to just react the same way she did with Harley’s rambles, and answer one question at a time. “Also, I am actually dating Bruce Wayne. But, if you promise not to tell anyone—“ she waited for Marinette’s eager nod before continuing casually, “— the two are maybe not as mutually exclusive as many think,” Selina finished with a conspiratorial wink. “No, I actually did not steal this necklace. Bruce has been adamant in trying to curb me of my thieving habit by buying me almost everything I so much as glance at sideways. It’s sweet. Naive, because I like stealing for the fun of it, but sweet.”

Marinette giggled, bouncing in place happily. She loved a bit of innocent gossip like this. “Is Momma Ivy ever gonna visit? I don’t think Mom told her much about me yet, and I still gotta give her the shovel talk!” the fierce look that overcame Marinette’s face made Selina laugh again. Oh yes, definitely her mother’s daughter.

“Pam has been trying to sneak over, but the laws regarding Metahumans in Paris suddenly got much stricter a few months back and have caused some problems. You wouldn’t happen to know what happened, would you?” Selina did not miss when her seemingly innocent question caused her niece to close off almost instantly. Bluebell eyes took on a familiar guardedness, and scanned her with the same soul-searching intensity that Harley had when she was channeling her Psychiatrist side. Selina found herself in a slightly concerning spot though—

Because she couldn’t predict Marinette at all. She was left to simply stand there as Marinette searched for some unidentifiable thing in her eyes, completely unable to read the younger girl’s face and with no idea of what to expect. The side effect of having chaos so thoroughly entwined in both of her biological parents, she supposed.

“Nope, no idea.”

Selina knew that was a lie, but knew equally as well that she would not be getting a better answer anytime soon. So, she let it go and the two of them once again dipped into innocent chatter.

Later that night, when Selina left and the sun threatened to rise at any minute, Tikki flew up from her hiding spot under Marinette’s pillow to land on her holder’s shoulder. Marinette giggled and looked over at her little friend.

“Tikki?”

“Yes, Mari?”

“Why was I chosen to be your holder?” She asked suddenly, flopping back into her bed and staring at her ceiling. The little goddess hummed, smiling knowingly before flying down to cuddle in the crook of Marinette’s neck.

“Because you are born from luck itself. Even when bad things happen, you have the luck and determination to get out just fine, and stronger than before. And despite the destruction and anarchy in your blood, you have the willpower to reign it in and keep control of yourself. That’s all order really is, Marinette. The decision to take all the chaos and madness around us, and make it make sense. Make it do something good. And that’s a large part of who you are, I could feel it in your soul the moment we first met.”

Marinette closed her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek. “What if I lose control?”

“... You’ll just have to get it back. It’ll be hard, but as long as you have people to support you, you will be able to do it. You aren’t evil, Marinette,” the small God seemed to sense the true question her holder was asking, and did her best to soothe the doubt the girl felt. “Just remember the reasons you fight against chaos. Remember everyone you love, and you’ll be okay. And you have me, I’ll always help you.”

“... thank you, Tikki.”

—*—*—*—*—*

“He’s going to find out, Mom.”

“No he won’t, don’t be silly! I’ve been very careful about hiding you from him, Nettie-pie.”

“Mom… I just have a bad feeling. I don’t think we can hide who I am from him. If he sees me, I think he’ll know.”

The phone went silent.

“If he hurts you, I’ll kill him. If I was crazy about him, Sugar, then I’m head over heels for you. Not even he can stop me from caving his skull in if he tries his usual tricks with you.”

“... My plane leaves soon, I’ll talk to you when I land. And mom?”

“Yeah, honeycake?”

“I love you.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was uncanny just how often Marinette’s hunches were right. Her intuition was something to behold, truly, because it only took three days in Gotham before Joker snatched her right out of her room at Harley and Ivy’s apartment. At least Marinette had sixteen by then, so she had had enough experience as a hero in Paris and with generally unpredictable situations and people who were absolutely nuts for her to not immediately panic. Too much, anyway.

Because there was definitely a little panic there.

See, Marinette knew herself inside out by then. After her own battle with her toxic feelings towards Adrien and doing her best to heal from those before she turned out like her mom, she knew she was by no means mentally indestructible. Mental illness ran the high risk of being inherited, and Marinette was well aware that her own personality was scarily similar to her mother’s at times. She got attached quickly, felt affection and love for others very strongly and, as she found with Adrien, could easily become obsessive if she didn’t watch herself. At least Harley was the perfect person to help with that, and Marinette was serious about helping herself too. She did everything she could to keep an eye on her mental health and keep her behavior in check so she didn’t do anything too unhealthy with her relationships again.

But she knew, she knew she had a soft spot for family. She got attached too easily. And being in the same room as her biological father, despite being tied up by her hands and feet and knowing just how many unforgivable things he had done in his life, Marinette felt vulnerable. She didn’t want to hurt him, despite everything. She still loved him, despite every reason not to, despite her first meeting with him being with him shoving chloroform over her face and hogtying her to a metal chain dangling over a vat of acid.

Geez, she’d need more than just her mom as a therapist after this for sure. Even if her mom had a PH.D, Marinette felt like she’d need several psychiatrists to sort through her emotional turmoil right then and make sense of any of it.

Marinette licked her lips, aware that the only kindness that Joker gave his daughter was sparing her from the discomfort of being gagged.

“Don’t,” Marinette said, surprising herself with the amount of steel she was able to put into her voice. Somehow, she managed to make the single word sound more like an order than a plead. “Joker, put me—“

“Ah-Ah-Ah!” The clown walked over, tutting and waving his finger in the air in almost playful admonishment. He gave her a dramatically fake pout. “Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to refer to your father by his first name?” Neither of them mentioned that Joker was definitely not his real name. They both knew the point was moot. “Say it with me now— ‘Daddy dearest, I am more than willing to be dunked in acid for you,’ go ahead, say it.”

Marinette’s jaw clenched. Familial love or not, she would not tolerate being ridiculed like that. She dealt with enough ridicule when she was fourteen and fifteen during school, before she put Liar Rossi in her place. She had spent the past three years as a hero in charge of the war against Hawkmoth, in charge of protecting all of Paris from an emotional terrorist.

And gee, wasn’t that what Joker was, too? Sure, he was a terrorist in the classic meaning of the word as well, but he was nothing if not a skilled manipulator. He knew the human mind just as well as Harley or any other psychiatrist did, he just used his knowledge for different means. He had emotionally abused Harley for years, he emotionally abused and manipulated people all across gotham on a daily basis. He was just another Hawkmoth, but with more physical violence in place of magic.

With these thoughts strengthening her resolve, Marinette narrowed her eyes at the man who donated half of her DNA. She let her anger boil into her irises, hitting him with one of the few traits she knew she inherited from him.

Her ability to intimidate others on the tip of a hat.

“No,” she growled back at him. She took a deep breath. It had taken her a while, but she refused to be ashamed of who she was regardless of her blood relation. She would have no problem using the very things she inherited from Joker against him. She might have gotten most of Harley’s personality, she might have inherited her mother’s habit of falling in love hard, fast, and obsessively, but she also had Joker’s defiance. His bone-deep inability to be stopped from doing exactly whatever the fuck he wanted.

And then, there were Marinette’s own traits. The ones that were completely her own, developed over her life organically. Like her refusal to bow down to bullies, her creativity, her ability to take even the most chaotic situation and see some sort of balance and sanity in it that she could use to her advantage.

That she WOULD use to her advantage. The shadows she saw move out of the corner of her eye gave her the chance to do exactly that, she just needed to buy a few more seconds. Just a few more seconds.

“Excuse me?” Joker growled right back, his own intimidation, honed over more years than Marinette had been alive and thus much more potent than her own, reading its ugly head as he stalked towards her. His face was pulled down into an ugly snarl, his shoulders tensed and back straight as he glared right at her. From his spot on the metal walkway, he was easily able to reach over the railing and grab her chin in one pale, viciously strong hand. “I think you’re misunderstanding something here, little Marionette. I’m your father. Half of your life came directly from ME. That makes you my puppet. You exist to follow my orders,” his right grip suddenly let go, leaving behind the beginnings of a bruise as his entire demeanor changed from angry to cheerful. He spread his arms as if gesturing to the whole chemical plant victoriously, and an unnaturally large smile curved over his lips and bared yellowing teeth at her. “But that’s okay. I’ll forgive you this time, you haven’t learned any better yet. That’s why we’re here. We need to cleanse you of all those icky bad habits you’ve learned up until now, all you need is a little,” he bounced in place with a wicked smirk to illustrate his next words— “jumpstart. A little acid goes a long way to enlightenment you know, you’ll see my side of things in no time. And with my blood in you, you’ll make a better sidekick than that idiot Harley ever did. I can sense it, you’ve got a real talent for Chaos in you, it’s exciting, Heheeeheheee! Now then, we should probably speed things along before our family reunion is cut short. Hang in there, my little Marionette,” the man actually had the gall to spin in place while humming a tune cheerfully before all but dancing over to the lever that held Marinette’s length of chain in the air over the vat of chemicals below her. “Everything will clear up in that little head of yours in just a second!”

There! Right as Joker pulled the switch to lower her into the bubbling vat underneath her, Marinette was able to finish untying her hands. She couldn’t contain a small yelp as gravity flung her body forward, leaving her upside down on the chain for a brief moment. That was when the chain started lowering rapidly, and Marinette was barely able to rip the rope off of her ankles in time to swing off of it and onto the metal walkway that came up right next to the giant metal container of liquid death and insanity. Joker had barely enough time to shout in rage before the windows near the ceiling shattered, admitting the city’s vigilantes themselves. Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Red Hood, Robin, and evening Black Bat all landed on the same metal platform above Marinette’s head that Joker was still on, buying the teen time to start running. But she didn’t go towards the exit right away, instead heading right up the stairs into the thick of the fight. Robin briefly separated from where Joker was managing to hold his own, goons flooding from side doors to inhibit the heroes in their attempt to bring their boss down.

The katana-using vigilante kept one eye on Marinette the whole time, suspicious of why the girl would come back up if not to help her father. But that wasn’t what she did, instead she flipped and kicked and punched her way through the quickly growing sea of Joker thugs until she reached a small pink purse that had been abandoned near the lever that had nearly sent her into liquid insanity. Three thugs surrounded her right as she snatched the purse up and slung it over her shoulder, but Robin barely had the chance to head over before she was heaving the men, who were all easily three times her size, over her shoulder and was slamming elbows into soft spots and the side of her hand into pressure points. By the time Robin got to her side, all three men were unconscious and bound to wake up in utter agony.

Marinette glanced up, getting ready to haul Robin over her shoulder as well before she realized who he was. She let her shoulders relax just a tick, sighing in relief before returning her eyes to scanning their surroundings. She shot him a brief grin.

“Good thing my adoptive mother, Mom, Momma Ivy, and Auntie Selina all made sure I knew how to take down a small army on my own, huh?” She asked rhetorically before they were both unceremoniously dragged back into the giant brawl.

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“Nettie-pie!”

“Marigold!”

Harley and Pamela Quinzel-Isley shoved down anyone and everyone who dared block their direct path to their daughter. The girl of the hour stood next to the bat clan, a shock blanket held tightly around her shoulders as she did her best to finish her statement to both the vigilantes and Commissioner Gordon.

“You untied yourself… from a ship-grade knot in high quality rope… with a phone charm?” They heard Gordon ask incredulously, to which Marinette could only give a lopsided smile. That was when her mom and stepmom crashed into her, enveloping her in a nearly suffocating hug.

“Gah— mom— momma Ivy—“ Marinette flailed in their arms for a bit before finally getting her head free and continuing her statement as if she didn’t have two of the most dangerous women in the city still giving her a bone crushing hug. “That’s better. Yes, Commissioner. You see, I realized when I was in the car with Joker, while I was pretending to still be unconscious, that one of the charms on my phone had pretty sharp corners that I could use like a serrated edge if I had enough time. So I carefully detached it from my phone, and held it in my palm. It took almost an hour, but once Joker noticed I was awake I kept him talking so that he didn’t notice what I was doing even as he tied me up to that chain. Really, it’s just lucky that I was able to get it worn down in time,” Marinette rubbed the back of her neck with a nervous chuckle. “But regardless, I think Batman and his partners,” she nodded to the listening vigilantes just to the side of her. “Were close enough that I would have been caught anyway, I just wanted to make sure they had less work to do. The sooner I freed myself, the sooner ‘Daddy Dearest,’” she grimaced as she mockingly used the same term Joker had tried to get her to say earlier that night. “Could go back behind bars where he belongs.”

“Oh my little Nettie-cake,” Harley cried, finally pulling back from the hug long enough to wipe her cheeks. It was clear that she had been crying for a while, and her colorful pigtails were mussed and tangled from where she must have been tugging on them in worry. “You were right. I’m so sorry, I never should have let you come to Gotham when I knew he was out of Arkham.”

Marinette was quick to shake her head frantically, pulling her arms out of Ivy’s hold so she could grasp Harley’s shoulders firmly. “No. No, Mom, I’m fine! And besides, we knew I couldn’t stay secret forever. I really like staying with you and Momma Ivy! Everything turned out fine though, and he’s headed back to Arkham. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Nettle,” Pam argued, distracting herself by running her hands through Marinette’s bangs. She had only known the girl for two years, but that was more than long enough for her to consider the teenager as her own. “He took you right out from under our noses. You were supposed to be safe in our home, and he still got to you. That’s not okay. We weren’t able to protect you like we should have been. Maybe you should go back to Paris early.”

“What?! No way!” Marinette argued, eyes wide. “This is the first time I’ve been able to ever visit you guys in Gotham, I’m not letting some psycho sperm donor keep me from enjoying time with my family! I came here knowing full well that it was dangerous. I’m not gonna just run away after one bad experience.”

Harley snorted, and then devolved into uncontrollable giggles. “Heh— psycho sperm donor. Good one, sugar!”

Marinette smiled and rolled her eyes good naturedly at her mom’s usual immature antics. Seeing as Gordon had walked away muttering to himself a short while ago, Marinette pulled herself the rest of the way away from her moms and turned to the vigilantes. Without a second’s pause, she bowed to them just like her Maman Sabine taught her.

“Thank you for helping save me. I know it’s probably a shock that I’ve been kept secret from you guys all this time, but I hope you don’t lump me in with the likes of the green-haired half of my DNA. I’m staying with my Moms in their apartment, if you guys decide to patrol by our place like I suspect, I’ll leave some baked goods and coffee out for you on our patio. It’s the least I can do for you all after tonight. And don’t be too hard on Auntie Selina. Me and Mom swore her to secrecy, even from you guys.”

Batman jerked a little at the mention of Catwoman’s real name, jaw twitching for a second. Behind his cowl, his eyes narrowed. Marinette laughed, easily reading his body language and expression.

“She never told me who you are, but she didn’t exactly hide it either. It was easy to put the last pieces together on my own. But don’t worry, SHE swore me to secrecy too. I won’t tell anyone.

“How the hell are you related to the Laughing Asswipe from Hell?” Red Hood blurted out, his confusion clear even from behind his hideous helmet. Marinette burst into giggles, and both Pamela and Harley smiled knowingly.

“Mom gave me up for adoption when I was born, so I spent my whole life in Paris up until now,” she admitted. “Mom didn’t visit me for the first time until I was eight, and she and my adoptive parents are so awesome that it must’ve suffocated the worst traits from his DNA before they had a chance to develop,” she guessed out loud with a good natured smile.

Batman grunted. Marinette knew that one run-in wasn’t enough for them to trust her. After all, she was still the biological daughter of their arch enemy. But she didn’t mind, she understood the caution even if she didn’t fully agree with it. They weren’t outright hostile, despite the fact that Robin had never stopped glaring at her since they fought back-to-back against the mob of thugs earlier. She could live with their suspicion, as long as they continued to not be outright rude or mean to her.

At least she could empathize with Adrien now, whenever she figured out how to break it to him that Hawkmoth was definitely Gabriel and couldn’t be anyone else. Hopefully she could help soften the blow for him a little.

Harley and Ivy were starting to herd Marinette towards their car and take her back home, where they could continue to smother her in care and make sure she didn’t have even a scratch on her, when Robin’s voice stopped them all in their tracks.

“You are a surprisingly capable combatant.”

Marinette froze, blinking in surprise for a second before turning to stare at Robin in shock. The rest of the Bat Clam was doing the same, nobody expecting Robin of all people to be the first to directly complement Marinette. He tutted, crossing his arms, but never moved his gaze away from Marinette’s eyes.

“But your form could use some work. Most of your style is incredibly improvised, which I can appreciate since you do it well, but you would benefit from more structure in your fighting. I will set up a time and place for us to spar. We start in two days, if you think you can handle it.”

It took a while for what Robin said to sink in, and another few seconds for Marinette to decipher what his semi-aggressive, order-phrased proposal really meant. And she smiled.

“It’s a date.”

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Woo! This started off a little rough, but I really like how it ended up! Thank you, Anon!

[strawberrylemonz]

Birthday Surprise

Part 17

Part 18 [CURRENT]

Part 19

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“Happy birthday! Are you ready for the best birthday ever?! You’re three! Get up and let’s get you ready for the day.”

A squeal of delight left Clementine’s mouth as she pointed to the door, commanding her dad to get out. Laughing out loud, Tommy dodged a toy as he shut the door behind him. Huffing in mock annoyance, the young girl carefully climbed out of her bed and walked to her dresser. Humming a cheerful tune, she grabbed one of her favorite dresses to wear for the day. Sitting on her bed once more, she slipped her sock and shoes onto her feet. As soon as she was dressed, she took a moment to collect herself. Smiling, she peered across her room, staring at the empty bed placed there. She couldn’t help but frown at the sight. She was glad that Theo and Fundy got their own house, she really was, but she missed them. She missed having someone to share a room with, someone who she could talk to when she was unsure or scared. 

“Clem! If you don’t hurry up, I’ll eat your breakfast pancakes!”

The small girl gasped as she scrambled to her door, jumping up and down as it opened. Raising her hands up, she giggled as her dad scooped her up in his arms, gently squeezing her in the process.

“Well? Let’s go, girlie. Gotta fix your hair, unless you wanna hear your nan scream her fucking lungs out at us.”

Snuggling into Tommy’s neck, Clem smiled as he walked out of her room and into the kitchen. Sitting down in her seat, the young girl happily began to eat as her dad began to fix her hair, humming a tune as he did so. Today was going to be a great day.

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“Look at you!!! Oh, you look so precious!!!”

Kristin couldn’t help but dote on her granddaughter, squeezing the squealing girl as Tommy rolled his eyes. Grian laughed, Grumbot and Jrumbot smiling at their younger cousin. Theo wheezed out a laughter as he pointed at his cousin, ignoring the amused, pointed look directed at him by his dad. After a few attempts, Tommy was finally able to pry his daughter from his mother’s grasp.

“Aye, Gri, did you let Xisuma know?”

“Yup. While we’re gone, he, along with everyone else, will be decorating and preparing for Clem’s dinner party.”

“Perfect. Let’s get going, right? Gotta meet everyone else for lunch. Ready to go, birthday girl?”

Clem smiled as she nodded, delighted for the day’s activities. Grabbing her dad’s hand in her own, she skipped alongside him as they walked towards the Hub portal, something that no longer scared her. Smiling alongside her family, she happily scurried into the portal.

“Stay close, let’s not get lost in the Hub traffic.”

Tommy lifted Clementine into his arms and onto his shoulders, something that the girl loved. Once all the children were secured, the group navigated their way through the crowded area. Finally making it out, everyone made their way towards city central. As Clementine played simple games with her cousins, pointing and naming the scenery around them, a cheerful voice caught her attention.

“There’s our birthday girl!”

Lani and Drista happily greeted the girl, who was climbing from Tommy to Tubbo. Behind them stood Phil, Techno and Wilbur. The three gave their greetings to the group, wishing the young girl a happy birthday. Smiling, Kristin approached Phil with open arms. The two hugged, sharing a quick kiss, before Kristin greeted the other two boys. Techno and Wilbur both greeted her in return, only to be interrupted when Grian approached, using his wings to pull both his brothers into a hug. Tommy snickered as he spewed teases to his brothers, only to curse loudly when he was pulled in with them. 

“Oi! Fuck off!”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Shit, Clementine! No copying daddy’s cursing!”

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“Slow down, Clem, don’t choke. Your food isn't going anywhere.”

Clem just quickly swallowed her food, sticking her tongue out at her uncle before shoving another spoonful of mac & cheese in her mouth, making Wilbur grimace once more. Sighing, he turned to face his baby brother, who paid no mind to the way his daughter was eating. Frowning, he spoke up.

“Tommy.”

“Hm? What?”

“Look at your daughter.”

“What about her?”

“Look at how she’s eating.”

Tommy peered over to Clementine, who shoved another mouthful in, smudges of cheese around her mouth. Tilting her head she smiled at her uncle, making Wilbur gag once more. Phil scrunched his nose as Kristin hid a laugh, shaking her head at the scene. Humming, Tommy just nodded.

“Ah, I see. Clem, you need to eat more protein, here.”

“Tommy, I didn’t mean that!”

“Mememememe, that’s what you sound like right now.”

Clem giggled as she watched the two bicker with each other. Turning to face her cousins, amusement filled her as she saw Theo’s disgusted expression.

“Clem, that’s gross!”

Biting crazily into her burger, she chewed a few times before opening her mouth, showing off her food. Grumbot and Jrumbot both grimaced, looking away. Theo, on the other hand, screeched.

“Ewwww!!!!! DAAAAAAD!!!!!”

Swallowing her food, Clem couldn’t help but laugh as chaos ensued at their table. As she prepared to feed the chaos, movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Tilting her head, she watched as the figure stiffened, before running down an alley. Quietly sliding out of her seat, she grabbed two of her burgers as she followed the figure, not bothering to notify her family of her actions. Peering into the alley, she gathered her confidence as she spoke up.

“H-Hello?”

A whimper replied.

“Come out?”

Silence.

“Hungry?”

“Y-yes…”

“Here! Food!”

Clementine smiled as she held out one of her burgers. She watched as a child her size emerged from the shadows, timidly staring at her hand. Ears twitching, he licked his lips as he saw the burger, uneaten, waiting for him. The swishing of his black-striped tail caught her attention, amusement filling her. A raccoon. 

“Take.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, he lunged forward, snatching the burger and scarfing it down, hungry growls escaping his mouth. Once he had finished it (wrapper and everything) he seemed to have settled down. Flushed with embarrassment over how he acted when eating, he mumbled apologies. Clementine just smiled as she held out the other burger.

“Take.”

He watched her once more, staring at the second burger presented to him by the same girl. She was weird. 

“Come on, I won’t hurt you, promise! Let’s sit down over here.”

Clementine nodded, making the hybrid smile. Following him into a pile of abandoned boxes, she happily sat down in front of the boy, who was obviously trying to hide how hungry he was for the second burger. Smiling, she held the burger out to him once more. His face brightened up as he grabbed it, nodding in thanks as he began to eat again. Doing his best to restrain himself from scarfing it down and risking scaring the girl away, he slowly ate the burger, thinking of what to say. Halfway through the burger, he spoke up.

“Thank you for the food! You’re really nice! You know, it’s my birthday today, so this is a nice gift!”

“Birthday?”

“Yeah!”

“Birthday!”

The boy brightened up as Clementine pointed to herself, happily chanting that it was her birthday. Quickly finishing his burger, he quickly continued the conversation.

“It’s your birthday too? Cool! How old are you?”

“Three!”

“Really? Me too! We’re like twins!”

“Twins! Twins!”

The two smiled and laughed as Clem hopped up and down in her seat flailing her arms in excitement. The boy shared her excitement and joy, happily kicking his feet around. Pointing to herself once more, Clem happily exclaimed at the boy.

“Clementine!”

“That’s a nice name, Clementine. I’m William!”

“Wil! Wil! Wil!”

Jumping to the ground, Clem twirled a bit before holding her hand out. 

“Go!”

“Where?”

“Papa!”

William stopped, his smile dropping. Avoiding her eyes, he spoke up.

“O-Oh, you have a family? I don’t think your mom and dad will like you being around me.”

“Uh-uh. Me ‘n Papa. Papa love you. Papa wants you home.”

He still looked unsure, something that made the girl annoyed. He was being very difficult at the moment, and she didn’t appreciate that.

“Papa adopt me. Papa adopt you. Family.”

“Do you think so?”

“I know.”

“Well, I don’t think he’d want a raccoon hybrid in his home.”

Smiling at the boy, Clem shook like a wet animal, forming raccoon ears and a tail for herself. William starred in shock, his eyes widening even more the moment she shifted between different types of animals and bugs, ending with her human form.

“He take me. He take you. Stay here, I come back with Papa.”

With Wil’s nod of agreement, Clementine scurried from the alley and back to her family’s table. Upon sitting down, she was immediately hounded.

“There you are!”

“Where were you?!”

“We searched everywhere! We were fixing to pay so that we could look for you in other areas!”

“Bathroom.”

The family settled down as Clementine gave her excuse, the bathroom. All buying it, they warned her to not scare them like that ever again. After all that was done, everyone began to disperse, promising to meet up at the Hermit server for the dinner. All who remained was Clementine and Tommy.

“Papa.”

“Hm?”

“Follow.”

Before Tommy could say or do anything, Clementine took off. Not wanting to lose his daughter again, he quickly followed, calling out to her. Concern formed in him as they entered an alley, only to melt away the moment he saw his daughter pull on a small hand from a pile of boxes. 

“Wil, out.”

After many attempts with no success, she dramatically groaned as she began to pull on her father’s hand. Pointing back at the pile, she whined to her father.

“Wil.”

Raising an eyebrow, he nodded as he kneeled before the boxes. Peering in, he called out in uncertainty.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi.”

“I’m assuming that you’re Wil?”

“Y-Yes sir. William.”

The tugging sensation at Tommy’s arm caught his attention. Turning to face his daughter, he watched as happily pointed at the hidden boy.

“Twins!!!”

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

yo!!! what are the rfas nighttime routines with mc?

Welcome back to another episode of ‘Sunny is drinking alone and decided to get her shit together and do some requests’ (I am a horrible influence, if you are under the drinking age please be responsible). Anywayyyy here ya go anon! I very well may read this back in the morning and edit it again but will let you know! <3

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RFA nighttime routines with MC

Zen:

❤︎ Zen’s all about a pamper y’all

❤︎ he wants to stay looking fresh and healthy but bbygirl he also wants to make sure you’re well looked after

❤︎ is it even a nighttime routine if you don’t have an elaborate hour-long skincare regime?

❤︎ well yes Zen not everyone is as extra as you like you might as well be chewing gum

❤︎ if anyone actually gets that dumb joke then i am so sorry but also you get 10 points

❤︎ whilst i don’t imagine Zen to usually be that tired in the evenings, his muscles are always tired after a show/day of rehearsals

❤︎ so he would have a bath but he also gets home pretty late and doesn’t wanna faff around ya know?

❤︎ so shower it is

❤︎ oh you think that because he’s a grown ass man that he could be away from you for like 10 mins to shower on his own? well you thought wrong

❤︎ actual puppy

❤︎ sometimes it turns into ~sexy times~ but most of the time he just enjoys the intimacy/closeness and enjoys it when you take care of each other

❤︎ and boy when you shampoo his hair he literally turns to putty

❤︎ when you get out of the shower he L O V E S to do your hair

❤︎ king of braiding

❤︎ but he L O V E S it even more when you do his hair

❤︎ pretty sure you heard him purr once

❤︎ then he sneezed lmao

❤︎ you’re both pretty much out as soon as you get into bed but you always fall asleep in each others’ arms

❤︎ to conclude: nighttimes are about taking care of each other

Yoosung:

★ so this man FINALLY got his life together once you started dating

★ you helped him find his motivation and drive again so it’s actually a pretty production evening most of the time

★ your goal is to get everything done early on so you can relax properly later

★ soon as you both get home? homework/work straight away

★ you also try to make a habit of cooking dinner together every night

★ but you know how it is sometimes you just wanna order a takeaway and that’s chill too

★ do what you gotta do boo

★ once you’ve finished dinner aND DONE ALL THE WASHING UP (don’t you dare leave it until the morning Yoosung i see you), you play LOLOL together !!!!

★ he found that it was SO much more rewarding to play once everything he needed to do was done, and he didn’t have that horrible nagging guilt whilst he had down time

★ then all that’s left to do is get ready for bed !!

★ …

★ …Yoosung?

★ GO TO BED FOOL

★ “mC oNe MoRe gAme” “you said that an hour ago.” “i MeAn iT tHiS TiMe”

★ EVENTUALLY you drag him to bed but he’s always grateful when you do because he only realises how tired he is when his head hits the pillow

★ and he also gets  s n u g g l e s  so it’s always worth it

★ to conclude: nighttimes are productive but also relaxing

Jaehee:

�� this poor woman works so hard

☞ even when she quits working for Jumin and you guys open the coffee shop, she still always pushes herself to the max

☞ ya girl gets tired

☞ so you know what that means

☞ BUBBLE BATH TIME

☞ some things only bubbles can heal

☞ wow what that’s so deep Sunny ah yes wasn’t it thank you Sunny aren’t i inspirational yes you are Sunny

☞ you two always go a but overboard with the bubbles lmao but this woman only deserves the best o K

☞ similarly to Yoosung’s, you guys like to get everything done that needs to be done before you relax, so once you get out of the bath you can do whatever ya want!!! how swell is that!!!!

☞ usually end up watching a movie/one of Zen’s musicals because why not hmm?

☞ Jaehee likes to get an early night, so y’all are all snuggled down and ready to sleep at a reasonable hour, ready for your shift in the morning

☞ on a serious note, this woman is pretty affection starved so you make it your MISSION to shower her with love before she falls asleep

☞ i’m talking kisses, cuddles, the whole shebang

☞ when you’re cuddling you like to have a good gossip about the RFA and all that and you always end up all giggly and it’s just the best

☞ to conclude: every night is like a teenage girly night in that she never got to experience

Jumin:

♚ although he doesn’t like to show it, he’s always exhausted after work

♚ he has a lot of pressure on him and he constantly has to be focussed and alert, so by the time he’s walking through the front door he’s running on very little energy

♚ therefore he appreciates a quiet night with the love of his life <3

♚ of course, every night you have a nice meal and a glass of wine W I N E and chat about your day

♚ Jumin has learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life after meeting you, so he adores listening to your voice as you talk about what you got up to that day during dinner

♚ you could be reading the phone book out loud for all he cared, he just loved listening to your voice

♚ he’s usually too mentally tired to do anything like reading in the evening, so most of the time you end up either watching a film or cuddling on the couch

♚ you have enlightened him to the concept of slouchy clothes

♚ yes, Jumin Han has learnt to appreciate joggers and a hoodies what about it?

♚ honestly just the sound of Elizabeth purring and your breathing is enough to bring his stress levels to 0

♚ he’s tried meditation, he’s tried mindfulness, but nothing was as healing as having you in his arms whilst you stroked his hair

♚ after you’ve done the essentials like showering and brushing your teeth and all that jazz, you get into bed and just talk

♚ normally you end up talking about your future, and he goes to sleep every night dreaming about the life you will have together, and then wakes up every morning excited to make that life a reality

♚ to conclude: nighttimes are for recovery and comfort

Saeyoung:

☀︎ honestly? every night is different lmao

☀︎ Saeyoung is a spontaneous guy, so no evening is the same when you’re with him

☀︎ which is amazing, because it keeps things exciting and fresh !!

☀︎ however, there are a few things that don’t change

☀︎ like fAMILY DINNER Y’ALL

☀︎ every. night. without. fail.

☀︎ it’s SO important to you guys that you have time to catch up with each other and make sure that Saeran feels a part of the family because sometimes he likes to hideaway and doesn’t know how to include himself

☀︎ so dinner time is the family bonding time, and then you go back to doing your own thing

☀︎ do you find brushing your teeth boring? do you wish you could make it more fun? do you have a energetic red-head in your life?

☀︎ well then LISTEN UP

☀︎ TEETH BRUSHING DANCE PARTY

☀︎ EVERY. DAMN. NIGHT.

☀︎ like is said, this man keeps you on your toes lmao

☀︎ is this a bathroom or a nightclub the world may never know

☀︎ did someone say cuddle monster??

☀︎ because that’s Saeyoung lol

☀︎ idek why but i always imagine Saeyoung to be very physically affectionate, and not necessarily in a ~sexy~ way

☀︎ he just really appreciates physical contact

☀︎ it grounds him and reassures him that you’re really there and really love him

☀︎ I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN IT’S A HUGE PROBLEM

☀︎ to conclude: every night is exciting and spontaneous, there’s never a boring night with Saeyoung

V  / Jihyun:

❁ V is also a man that appreciates a quiet night in

❁ he’s had so much chaos and drama in his life, that quiet domesticity is utter bliss to him

❁ evenings are typically spent in a companionable silence whilst you do your own thing

❁ reading, drawing, whatever! there’s just something so comforting to him about being with you, without even needing to talk

❁ music has become an VERY important part of your lives

❁ we all know that Jihyun is a man who appreciates the arts, and music is no exception

❁ he’s had a stressful day? he’s feeling overwhelmed? put on some soothing music and you can actually see the tension melt away

❁ always trying out new recipes for dinner

❁ most of the time they turn out delicious, but some are just complete abominations i am so sorry

❁ but really? it doesn’t matter because you made them together and you had a good laugh about them

❁ one thing that you recently started doing was reading together in bed

❁ and i don’t mean reading two separate books oh no no no

❁ i’m talking the same book

❁ what a plot twist

❁ every night you take in turns to read out loud to each other

❁ it takes a while to get through book this way, but it also mean that you both appreciate every damn word because how could you not when they’re coming from the literal love of your life??

❁ to conclude: nighttimes are spent in quiet bliss

Saeran:

☽ every evening begins with a walk

☽ it’s a must

☽ Saeran just l o v e s nature, and it’s the perfect start to a relaxing evening

☽ Saeyoung picked up on the fact that you both like evenings to be a calm time, so when you two get home he tries not to be too crazy

☽ but we all know this bitch is out of control so it doesn’t last long lol

☽ Saeran secretly finds it so entertaining but bless he would never admit it

☽ Saeran finds a pleasure in the ordinary

☽ he has never experienced ‘normal’, so he finds so much comfort in everyday activities such as washing up, cooking, setting the table…things like that

☽ he hasn’t had much time to form his own hobbies/interests, and is still experimenting to find things that he enjoys

☽ so he loves watching you do your hobbies

☽ it really doesn’t matter what it is, he just finds watching you concentrate on something you care about so fascinating

☽ often you will offer to teach him and share your interests, and his face always lights up when you do so

☽ this precious boi i cry

☽ he just loves to learn i C R Y

☽ when it comes to showering and all that, he prefers to do that alone

☽ don’t get me wrong, he adores you and cherishes every moment he spends with you

☽ but he’s easily overwhelmed and needs time to himself

☽ it’s also important to him that he’s able to care for himself, so something as simple as washing his face on his own helps him feel like he has some control

☽ to conclude: nighttime is the time for self-care and exploration

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Thank you so much for the request, anon! I hope these were what you were looking for. Have a wonderful day💛

[straightouttaneptune]

You’ll come with me, won’t you?

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Warning: It’s different. Joker is a bitch. Reader becomes kind of morally weird as the fic progresses. People die. 

Summary: Y/N is a baby psychiatrist, who just started out. Suddenly, she is trusted with the most feared case of all. Harleen Quinzel. Y/N thinks it’ll be good for her career, or will it?

A/N: I couldn’t find a good ending to this for the longest time, I’m so glad I did. Also, this is for my 500 followers fic queue :) Thank you for the love, darlings✨

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“Harleen Quinzel?”

That was a name you’d heard before. That was a name everyone’s heard before, at least once in their lives. But it was not the name that had surprised you, but it was the fact that her name was right there on top of your long patient list.

“Yeah, congrats Y/N. She’s pretty famous around here. Straighten her out and you’ll probably be in the big city in less than a year.” Your colleague, Megan peered into your books over your shoulders and patted your back affectionately.

You were one of the new psychiatrists in the business, and you had been dealing with criminal minors, the less mental mental patients and all the clients that newbies would usually handle. Being fresh out of university after holing up in the labs and libraries, you needed to gain some experience first before taking on the really hard cases.

Or... that’s what you were told.

“C’mon, Meg, you gotta know more than that. Why would they pass her case to me? She’s a rank SS psycho.” You pushed, looking up at her through your lashes in a slightly accusatory manner.

She gave you a look that asked; “Do you really want to know?” And you nodded.

“Well, I heard the other docs, the guys who were like 10, 20, hell, 30 years into the business, they all got their brains scrambled by... this girlie.” Her index finger landed on the profile photo of Harley Quinn, an apologetic look in her eyes.

You rolled your eyes, not necessarily at Megan, but at whoever it was that tried to deal this card to you. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“It’s cruel, but you can always turn it down, y’know?” Megan set her books aside, her left arm cradling your slumped shoulders.

“Yeah... But I might not.”

Megan’s dropped gaze snapped back up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s a good way to kick-start my career, I guess.”

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“Hello, new doc.” The moment you entered the room, you regretted making this decision immediately. Harley Quinn sat in a big contraption-looking chair, her hands and feet shackled onto the armrests and legs of the seat. Her platinum blonde hair was untied and unkempt, its bottoms still dyed red and blue, although it seemed to have faded over time.

The only thing dividing the space between you and Harley was a metallic table bolted on the floor, wide enough so even if Harley broke off her arm shackles and reached for you, she wouldn’t be able to touch you. You swallowed your nerves and entered the room with a confident stride, smiling sweetly at the guards as they closed the door with eyes of concern.

“Hello, Miss Quinzel.” You thanked heavens that your words came out right, especially in front of a woman who could sniff out people’s fears from thousands of miles away.

“You’re the first girl I’ve had.” She mused, her eyes twinkling with mischief. But the light in her eyes has lost its original color, you thought. She looked much more lively in photos taken way back then. When she was just a psychiatrist.

“Hm. I guessed that it would be nice to have some heart to heart, female to female.” You reassured your anxious self calmly in your head, repeating the words ‘you got this, Y/N.’

“Do you know why I’m here, and not... Damien? Who usually comes in for your check-ups?” Stowing your clipboard away on your lap, you continued.

“Yeah. Before him was another guy, then a grandpa and just... a buncha stupid-lookin’ guys. But I didn’t like them.” She replied as if it was the most simple thing in the world. The files back in the company would argue differently. Every single guy, either was tormented by her psychotic attacks or totally gone insane from her mental tricks.

“Are you going to do the same thing to me?” You asked, not really knowing what answer to expect. Your eyes remained soft, a small smile gracing your lips as you waited for her answer.

“No. I like ya.” She answered quickly, shrugging and adverting her gaze away to look down at her shackles. “Can I sit down like you?” She shook her wrist lightly, the chains rattling against the armrest.

“Maybe next time, Miss Quinzel.”

“There’s a next time? Yeah!”

You internally smiled to yourself, what a successful human being she would’ve been if not for a man like Joker to ruin her life. Right then, you vowed to whatever higher power was out there, that you’d get Harley Quinn to break free from his spell.

The people in your office were surprised, to say the least, that you were able to keep up your visits to the prison, and that an amateur therapist like you could get the queen of Gotham in a tight little leash. You didn’t like to think about it like that, but rather that she trusts you better than any of the others.

The weekly visits became 2 days a week, and from weeks of good behavior, Harley was allowed to be without handcuffs during her sessions now. You weren’t afraid she’d leap up and strangle you, because of some sort of connection the two of you formed after all those times spent together.

“Hey doc, why can’t you visit me more ‘round here?” Harley pouted, interrupting the current therapy session with an abrupt comment.

You looked up from your clipboard, dumbfounded. Why would she want to have you around more?

“Harley, I’m just your therapist.” You tapped the end of your pencil against the material of the clipboard, locking eyes with the woman. Anyone could see that she was starting to look better, particularly her eyes. They looked more human, compared to the hollow shell they used to be.

“I know, Y/N. But I’ve been doin’ some thinkin. It’s pretty fuckin clear that Mister J isn’t coming for me, and the suicide squad was probably just a one-time thing. And... You’re all I have.” She admitted, slowly sliding down from her pipe chair and laying down on the concrete floor.

The wooden chair you sat on scraped against the hard floor as you pushed it back. Standing up from your seat, you walked over to her in 3 steps. You kneeled down beside her, her skin just inches away from you. “Do you want a hug?” You questioned quietly, your voice softer and more inviting than usual. Harley felt this too, sitting up in a millisecond just as the offer left your lips.

“Yeah.” She almost crawled over to you, her arms wrapping around your neck desperately. That would’ve been terrifying if it was out of context, but she actually wasn’t trying to kill you. She genuinely just wanted a warm embrace.

You felt her slender torso tighten and loosen as if she was trying to repress a sob. Hand carefully sliding over her back, you whispered; “Let it out.”

And she did.

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Time flew by as you continued to work on her case, and you fell into the worst situation a psychiatrist could possibly be in while working. You grew emotionally invested in your client. As a friend, who cared for her well being and happiness. 

Maybe... even more.

You still didn’t know if you could trust her though, you managed to keep a cool head and your mind was rational, but that only confirmed the fact that Harley wasn’t playing any tricks on you. That you were genuinely becoming attached to the beautiful prisoner.

Harley, on the other hand, did intend on ruining you at first. Make them run back to where they came from crying, so no one would disturb her again while she waited for her puddin.

But it was all starting to feel different with you.

“Hey, doc?” Harley called out from inside her electric cage. She was being a little bit mischievous that day, and she pulled an armed guard against the buzzing bars when he wasn’t looking. He probably died, she guessed.

But she didn’t like that she couldn’t be near you during your sessions. So a man died, big deal!

“Can you let me out?” She pleaded in the sweetest voice she could muster, calling out to you who was currently propped up on the usual desk, writing down some notes on your clipboard.

“No, Harley. I don’t have the keys to your cell.” You replied without looking up, but you could imagine the cute pout that Harley had when you denied her of something.

“But would you open it if you did?” You looked up at that question, seeing her smiling from ear to ear now, anticipation glowing in her eyes.

“Maybe. I know you won’t hurt me.” You smiled back at her, watching her facial expression carefully. How would she react if you showed some warm friendliness towards her? Could she possibly return to the life she used to have?

“Maybe I will, doc. You don’t know what goes on in here.” Harley leaped up to her cloth swing she’d made for herself, her now almost completely platinum hair draping down her back.

“I hope you won’t hurt me, then.”

You couldn’t forget that split second where Harley’s eyes looked more humane than it ever has been for many, many years.

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“Warning. Warning. Escape Attempt in Sector 9H11.”

The sound of the speaker and the blasting alarm merged together in a chorus of chaos, guards and officers running around to stop whoever the escapee was.

It was 9:30AM and you were just about to enter the asylum for your shift, when this sudden noise almost blasted your ears off. Before you could process what was happening, a bomb went off right next to you, making you scream and clutch your head as you ducked.

The debris fell everywhere along with broken pieces of concrete, and you just stayed there trying to collect your thoughts. Right when a random hand grabbed you by your wrist. 

“Hi, doc. I was lookin’ for ya. You’ll come with me, won’t you?” Harley pulled you to the side, hiding the two of you behind a few bushes. Her eyes were electric making you realize that the true “Harleen Quinzel” you’ve been trying to look for is right in front of you now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” You didn’t hesitate to take her outreached hand. Your mind had already been made up since the first time you laid your eyes on her. 

[pepperful-qt]

what type of drunks are the karasuno kids like? (happy drunk/ crying drunk yk that stuff)

oh, drunk people

warnings: alcohol obv, general drunk shenanigans, some unpleasantness

Hinata: bouncing off the freakin walls at first you'd swear it was a sugar high😭 ten minutes since getting there he's already gone and bounced between 6 different conversationa and has 10 new friends and their social media. he's the one that breaks a table bc he started jumping on it when a "bop" came on it was one direction I can't seriously keep him on a leash. starts getting SUPER clingy though it's actually amusing. there's a threshold where he'll start going from crazy to sleepy drunk and you need to make sure you're there or he'll pass out latched onto some stranger

Kageyama: constantly talking at a volume just a notch too high. suddenly thinks he's the best at every skill, and will fight you about it. misses the beer pong cups every time but acts like they went in pLEASE just drink before he starts yelling and getting pouty. his temper is unbelievably short but on the plus side he's the first to pass out lemme tell ya it's a real rollercoaster while he's conscious though

Tsukishima: this fucker. he has "phases" he goes through as he drinks more and more. starts as the typical smartass with no filter, says whatever comes to his mind. I swear he leaves tears in his wake so disrespectful😤 constantly questioning you and your decisions, making you question your life choices,, ugh pls don't hang around him until he's had more. when he does keep drinking he gets quiet and MOODY YIKES he will kill anyone who sees him this way he's like a child simultaneously sulking and having a temper tantrum. once someone recorded him sobbing over his pet turtle that died in middle school and he decided he would never get smashed in public again

Yamaguchi: for the most part he's a happy drunk who will laugh at your jokes and mirror your emotions tenfold "he did wHAT??!?? >:((" bless him honestly. watch it though bc he has some sass to him and he will roast you without warning before laughing it off n you're there like 👀💦 wtf but if you hang around him too long he'll start unloading his problems onto you and there's no escape,,, but tbh he needs it just let him

Nishinoya: the definition of reckless. stop him please. he will do ANY dare EVEN IF YOU DON'T DARE HIM,, jumping off the roof into the pool seems fun, but that stair banister is just asking to be surfed down like freaking tony hawk or smth, OR there's 5 more shots of vodka just calling his name, decisions decisions🤦🏼‍♀️ also so SO loud no more inside voice. he'll pull the "vodka or perfume" stunt smh. flirts with anything that breathes, and things that don't

Tanaka: the most competitive person on the planet. first one to puke, but that doesn't stop him oh no his record is 5 before he went blackout what are you even. constantly screaming pls shut up. if you catch him at this specific time he will start philosophizing with you about the meaning of life and the pros/cons of different types of bras as if he knows ANYTGING omfG shut UP!! never makes it home unless he's got a responsible person with him. will pass out face down on the floor, curled up in the grass of a neighbor's backyard, or in the hot tub please supervise him

Ennoshita: a debater, jfc shut UP. suddenly becomes the most opinionated and smartest person in the world. literally converse about ANY topic and he will find a way to fightdebate you about it. can't take the heat though, and will just get louder and more aggressive in retaliation. for your own sanity just nod and smile. will kiss you if you ask though😙 (pls don't) chugs water like a monster, no hangovers here👌just gotta make sure he remembers to pee

Asahi: emotional drunk 100%. you'll find him in the corner sobbing about that person he accidentally didn't get the door for last week one moment and the next he'll be laughing and all giddy it's wHIPLASH omfg. people do tend to avoid him bc he's intimidating af sober but he's basically a gigantic emotional bomb teetering on 2 feet. also, puked once and swore off heavy drinking forever✌️😔rip brother

Daichi: "I'm fine, I swear I'm fine" literally acts like he's sober when he can't even make steady eye contact or keep his weight centered,, boy how many have you had. prefers beer to liquor and mixed drinks bc he likes the "flavor" freakin weirdo. constantly parenting everyone else and will chuck a waterbottle at your head

Suga: LOUD oh my god,, and thinks he's the funniest person in the world. also stirs every pot possible,, such a gossip compulsive liar wow, and will trip someone just to blame someone else and watch the chaos unfold sipping his horribly mixed cocktail. once Tanaka just walked up to him and he keeled over laughing and to this day no one knows why. changed Ryu's life tbh. great flirting game though tbh I hate him. will be very real w you in terms of advice though, doesn't hold back so be careful

Kiyoko: she doesn't actually like being drunk. when she's quiet and vibing, an absolute queen🙏 the kind of person you can chat with at a party easily bc the alcohol does loosen her tongue and relaxes her! you'll never catch her slipping though (she's such a wine & old fashioned drinker though wow just realizing this) will let you cry on her shoulder and will hold your hair back 💞

Yachi: SUCH a happy drunk omg. never stops smiling and gets super giggly about literally EVERYTHING. you gotta watch her though bc girlie will start freaking out on a dime but just tell her about a rabbit you saw on your way to a cafe the other day and she'll be good. BEST hype girl omg she's a cheer squad by herself,, even if you just said you made it to class on time "im just *sobbing* so proud *more sobs* you're just so TALENTED" needs some reassuring sometimes

🧡🖤

[you-know-like-the-bird]

The Day of Projectile Chairs

Alright so this is something I wrote quite a while ago. But thing is I never post it on tumblr (it’s on Ao3 tho), but since I wrote a companion piece for this I decided to send them out together. I’ll figure how to link the two, but until then they have the common tag ‘Days of Chaos’, since that’s the name of the series that these shots belong to. So if you’re looking for these shots, just search that tag in this blog’s search.

The Days Of Chaos are mainly centred around Quirkless!Izuku and his friendship with Mei and Shinsou. There aren’t any romantic elements in this yet, but as I keep on writing I might add them. After all, I did start these with Shindeku in mind.

Anyways! This is the first part, so I hope you enjoy!

Edit: Yooooooo I figured it out! Second part is here!

-

It's by pure chance that when the alarm rings out, Izuku is looking out the window.

"Alert! Alert! There has been a Level 5-"

But Izuku's not really listening, because at that exact moment, he sees a group of people startle into view. What that means is, one moment there was nothing, and then suddenly four people appeared out of thin air. The one walking in the middle, a pale looking man with straight black hair who has a hand touching two others and a fourth person gripping his elbow, looks up in panic as the school wide alarm starts blaring. His friend behind him shoves him roughly, and the man shakes his head, before they all disappear into thin air once again.

'A warping quirk? No... there's a shimmer in the air where the group had been standing, almost like a mirage. So maybe... maybe they're still there, just that I can't see them...'

And it's at that point that the blaring announcement finally registers in Izuku's brain, "-repeat, there has been a Level 5 security breach! All students are requested to reach their classrooms immediately!'

Which means that the group was probably villains.

Izuku's classmates mill about the classroom, talking to each other excitedly as they try to figure out what's going on. Multiple voices, all loud and outgoing, catch at the edge of Izuku's brain, but the words being said enter from one ear and slip right out the other as Izuku scrambles out of his seat. His classroom makes up one corner of the school building’s third floor, which means they have windows all along the side and back of the classroom. With the direction they had been walking in, there’s a chance that Izuku can catch sight of them from the back windows if they accidentally drop whatever quirk that is keeping them hidden again.

Izuku quickly opens the windows and leans out, looking to see if he can see the air shimmer around the corner. He can't, but then something else catches his attention, and he looks in the other direction to see someone walking with a humongous wooden box that seems to be filled with odd bit of machinery. On a closer look, he realizes that it's a girl, with cross-haired eyes and manic pink dreadlocks. She walks with a bounce in her step, and the box in her arms jingles happily with each step.

She's headed straight in the villain's direction.

For a moment, he considers calling out to her, but then reconsiders quickly, because he may be able to warn her, but the villains will hear him too.

Fuck.

During this time, a teacher had already entered the classroom and is trying to get the kids to settle down, so that she can properly explain the situation. Izuku barely registers this as he runs past her, citing some excuse about going to the bathroom, and books it.

-

Hitoshi had conveniently just finished his business in the washroom, when the alarms rang out. He stood stalk still in front of the sinks, hands still under a spray of water as the P.A system informs him that there's been a Level 5 breach in the school, and that he needs to get back to his classroom, immediately. He quickly dries his hands and exits the washroom to do just that, when a green blur shoots past him. He watches a boy skid around the corner, and in that split-second catches sight of his face and realizes that it's a classmate of his. He hasn't really talked to the boy, but from what he remembers, he's pretty sure the boy is just as antisocial as him, albeit probably for different reasons, if his constant nervous fidgeting was anything to go by.

For a moment he wonders what could be so urgent that the boy risked crashing face first into a wall.

As he's about to continue his journey back, he hears an urgent voice coming from his classroom's hallway. Hitoshi inches closer and comes to carefully stands just around the corner, until the voice is clear enough to listen to, "-need someone to look over class 1-C because a kid just took off with a shady as fuck excuse and I am not getting in trouble with the principal for this Sora. You'd think kids at a hero school would be better at following safety protocols but no, and now I gotta hunt this kid down before the principal has my head-"

It takes all of five seconds for Hitoshi to make his decision, before he's running after the kid.

-

Izuku jumps down the stairs five at a time, sure he's going to trip and fall any second now but somehow managing to stay upright. He reaches the first floor and runs towards a separate staircase he knows is closer to where he saw the girl. He runs across an empty classroom but skids to a stop a few meters away and backtracks, because this classroom is the one one floor below his own, but more importantly, it'll give him the perfect vantage point to look and see if the villains have spotted the girl yet.

And to his dismay, they have.

"-must be one of the support brats. Listen girly, just pretend you never saw us, alright? We're hopefully not here to cause trouble."

"Oh but according to the school alarms I think you are!" The girl speaks cheerfully as the metal bits in her box jingle again, "What are you guys even here for at the main building? I thought the attack was at the U.S.J?"

A villain with spiky purple hair snorts, "As if we'd tell you. Sorry kiddo, but villains don't monologue in real life."

The girl just shrugs in faux disappointment, "Ah well, that's a shame. But hey, who cares what you're here for when you're gonna get caught anyways?"

'She's stalling' Izuku realizes with a little bit of awe, 'The security cameras have probably already seen these guys, and she knows that the heroes are going to get here soon.'

"What are you doing?"

Izuku shrieks and jumps a foot in the air from being startled. He quickly backs away from the window, which means that when the villains' heads snap up they don't see anything out of the ordinary.

The boy who snuck up on him, one that he recognizes from his class, stands back and let's Izuku catch his breath.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Izuku whisper shouts at the boy.

The boy shrugs, "Thought you'd heard me come in."

"What was that?!" The furious shout catches both their attentions, and they exchange a weary glance before creeping back up to the window. It's the guy with purple spikes who shouted this, and looking at the thin metal spikes covering his fist, Izuku realizes he must have activated his quirk. The pale looking guy, who Izuku suspects has the invisibility quirk that got the group this far, stays close to his teammates, hand hovering in the air and ready to touch them and activate his quirk. One woman with neon green flames for hair fiddles with the lighter in her hand, eyes frantically flickering around. Their last party member is hunched over the back-cafeteria door, and it looks like she's trying to get them in with the way she has her hand pressed against the computer pad. (Unbeknownst to everybody, this poor woman is literally trying to hack past the principal of U.A and she is, of course, failing miserably).

'Probably an electricity quirk of some sort, something that'll help her get past the computer pad but it clearly takes away her situational surroundings...'

"I said what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know!" The girl snaps back, much to the purple-spikes' guy's surprise. "I told you that the pros were coming, so are you really that surprised?"

The guy growls, "You..."

Izuku frantically pulls his classmate back from the window, "We need a plan."

"A- what? A plan?"

"Yes." Izuku hisses, "I don't think that girl actually knows how much time it'll take for the pros to get here, and anything can happen between then. We need to help her stall."

"We can't just step in! Those are villains, we could get hurt!" The guy argues back.

"And if we don't do something, she'll get hurt anyways. Come on, if you hadn't scared me, they wouldn't have been agitated in the first place."

His classmate clenches his jaw. Finally, he says, "Fine. What are we going to do?" 

 "-You don't know what you're fucking talking about-"

"Your gear is horrible! Haven't you ever met a decent illegal broker before, dumbass?!" 

 Izuku stares up at his classmate. "What's your quirk?"

The boy in front of him hisses, "What does my quirk have to do with-" 

 "Oi oi, fuck you! You haven't even spent a week in the support course, what the fuck do you know girly?!"

"A lot more that you apparently-" 

 "Your quirk, what is it?"

The boy seems to finally be giving into the pressure as the arguing from down below starts getting louder and more heated, "Brainwashing. I can put someone under my control if they verbally respond to a question."

Izuku nods slowly, "I can work with that."

-

Mei is getting ready to just about throw down the metaphorical gauntlet with how stupid this villain in front of her is, when all of a sudden, they hear a new voice join the fray.

"Ah, yes, Present-Mic sensei? Yeah, I'm- no- I'm actually near the cafeteria back door right now."

Mei and the three idiots in front of her quiet down as a boy with purple hair and eyebags so deep they make Mei want to take a nap comes around the corner with a phone pressed against his ear. He doesn't notice them yet, not immediately, and just continues talking on the phone. "Yes, I know I should be in my classroom, but it's not like I'm out here on purpose. Ah- yes- sorry sensei, it won't happen again."

And then he looks up. He stops abruptly, staring at the odd view Mei and the villains make, with the chick who was trying to get into the school still stuck at the computer pad (it's like she can't hear their commotion at all honestly, and Mei is starting to think it has something to do with her quirk). Its kinda pathetic, how long this woman has been trying and failing to unlock a simple back door, and Mei's half tempted to march up there and unlock it for a her.

The boy stares at them for a moment, before he says, "I-" he cuts himself off to lower the phone from his ear, "Are you guys villains?"

And the Pale Guy with the invisible quirk must be feeling extra dumb today because he says, "Yeah. Yeah we are." He immediately gets a swat on the arm from Fire Lady for that, but it's already too late, because the boy is back to talking to his phone. "Yupp. Villains. Back cafeteria door." There's a pause, before the boy says, "Alright, see you soon Present Mic."

And then he cuts the call.

"So... you guys come here often?"

And Fire Lady loses it, "That's it!" With the stress of getting caught already by two people and the irrefutable knowledge that backup was soon on its way to arrest them, Mei doesn't blame her.

The Pale Guy has other plans though, with how he reaches out towards Fire Lady, "No, wait-"

Surprisingly, Fire Lady stops, but they soon find out it's not because of Pale Guy. The kid with eyebags sighs tiredly, "Just one? Why? Alright then, knock out your teammate with the spikes for me, will you?"

Fire lady turns, a blank look in her eyes, and Spikes Guy takes a step back, "Wha- Haruhi?"

It's like Fire lady can't hear him, when she reaches for her hair and managed to pull a ball of fire away from it, which she subsequently chucks at Spikes. He scrambles back to avoid getting hit, and the game is on. Pale Guy reaches for the chick still trying to work the door and yanks her away from it, and it looks like she's just coming back online when she blinks and looks around confused, "What the fuck is going on?"

Pale Guy has already grabbed her forearm, and is trying to pull her away from the fight between Fire Lady and Spikes. "Come on! We gotta run!"

"On no you don't!"

And then a chair comes sailing through the air, and nails the poor man straight on the nose. Three sets of eyes turn to where the chair came from, Fire Lady and Spikes too busy playing a flammable version of tag and Pale Guy crumpled on the floor with two hands over his poor nose, to see a kid leaning out from one of the classroom windows, breathing heavily from where he just threw a piece of furniture at them. He scrambles away immediately, probably going to get another projectile, when Miss I'm-going-to-break-into-U.A-and-I'm-going-to-succeed-because-I-have-an-electricity-quirk hisses, "You fucking kids. I'll show you-"

She bends down and goes to press her hands flat on the ground, but Mei thinks quickly and fishes out the biggest piece of cobbled together metal and wires she can find in her box, and throws. Instead of hitting Electricity Girl though, it just painfully clips her shoulder and makes her stumble back, before conking Pale Guy straight on the head. It's about all the trauma his head can take and he passes out.

The Electricity Chick scowls at them, "You're dead." She slams her hands down, and another chair comes flying, but this time closer to Eyebags and Mei, and Chair kid shouts, "Jump on!"

And Mei has worked with electronics and people with electrical quirks enough times to somewhat know what's going happen already, because a surge of electricity comes cackling towards them along the ground. Mei jumps, hoping to land on the seat, but at the same time, Eyebags jumps over the back support, and they end up toppling into each other. It works out though, even if they do land in a heap on the ground, because Electricity Girl gets knocked out soon by, guess what?

A chair.

Mei and Eyebags look over to where Spikes is laying flat on the ground, a large bruise forming on his temple, as Fire Lady stands silently besides him.

Mei makes no move to get up from where she's sprawled across Eyebags' legs. "Well. That could have gone worse."

Chair kid gives her a thumbs up, before sinking out of view.

-

They're scolded, of course, almost gloriously so. (Mei finds out that Shinsou's whole call with 'Present Mic' was actually fake, since one; Shinsou doesn't even have his number and two: Present Mic was actually all the way at the U.S.J. All in all, it was a pretty ballsey move, but it did it's job of further scaring the villains). Even if they did manage to get those villains in the end, they shouldn't have been outside their classroom in the first place, and to avoid dangerous scenarios exactly like this, too. Chair kid, who Mei learns is named Izuku Midoriya, tries to defend himself by saying that he panicked when he caught sight of the villains heading in Mei's direction, but the teacher reprimanding them simply shakes their head and says he should've just called a teacher instead.

Which... fair.

Eyebags, or Shinsou Hitoshi, doesn't have an excuse at all, just that he got curious and had decided to follow Midoriya.

And Mei? Well, Mei was just the poor victim of a villain attack.

(She's also very disappointed, because she had a half-finished baby in that box that she was sure she could have used. Oh well, maybe next time, when there's no risk of it blowing up.)

"So… you guys are gen-ed?" Asks Mei as they walk to the infirmary room. They don't really have any injuries, except for Shinsou's scraped elbow from when Mei has toppled into him, but they're going to get checked up anyways for everyone's peace of mind.

"Yupp."

"Huh." Mei counts the tiles of the ceiling as she walks, "You two wanna get onto the hero course or something or...?"

Shinsou rubs the back of his neck and sighs harshly while Midoriya just looks blankly down at the floor.

"That would be ideal," Starts Shinsou, "but people aren't all that receptive towards a brainwashing quirk, not to mention, the Sports Festival is tailor made to cater to physical quirks most of the time."

Midoriya nods absently. "Yeah. Besides," he laughs harshly, "It's a fever dream for me, quirkless and all."

Both Shinsou and Mei look at him surprised, "You're quirkless?"

"Yupp."

The three of them are silent for a while, before Mei says, "Still managed to take those villains down though, so does it matter?"

And Midoriya looks up at her, surprised, with something like relief in the small smile he gives her. Shinsou laughs, "She's not wrong. That plan wasn't half bad back there, short-stack."

"I am not short-"

-

After a trip to Recovery Girl's room, the moment they step out, Mei says, "So, I was thinking..."

Shinsou raises an eyebrow at her, "Yeah?"

Mei smiles, all wide and wicked, "If you're really going to try for the hero course, you might want some support gear to boost that quirk of yours! It's not bad in itself, just that you're at a disadvantage if you can't use it before you get punched in the face."

Shinsou sullenly stuffs his hands into his pockets and scowls, "I know that-"

Midoriya cuts in before he can get very far with that though, "What are you saying Hatsume-chan?"

Mei gives them both a thumbs up, "Since you two helped me out today, I don't mind working on a bit of gear for you! I gotta make stuff for the Sports Festival anyways, but my babies will really shine if they're tailored perfectly for someone else and used by them! And you guys get a advantage over the hero kids! So, what do you say?!"

Midoriya looks surprised, "Even for me?"

"Yeah! You're even easier, since I can give you anything I want."

The way she says it sounds slightly ominous, but Shinsou and Midoriya exchange a glance, before Midoriya smiles warmly at her, "I think that sounds wonderful."

(And that was the day their friendship started, on the day of the Projectile Chairs.)

(Honestly though, with how long Shinsou and Midoriya pine after one another, Mei herself had started to consider throwing a chair at the two oblivious idiots.)

[gayforheadphonesgirl]

Divide and Conquer - Alex Morgan imagine

A/N: Where R and Alex are getting married in a week and the gang plans a bachelorette party for R. Chaos ensues. Might not be my best work. I have splitting headache but I hope you guys enjoy this fluff. Also I’ve tried writing in first POV.

(Y/N)'s POV

I woke up with Alex's weight on top of me. It was exactly a week before our wedding and today is our bachelorette parties.

As much as we want to spend all our time together, our friends had other plans.

The team decided to split themselves up among us and plan parties for the both of us separately and I'm pretty excited to be honest.

Alex starts to stir and eyes I would willingly drown myself in all day look up at me.

"Good morning beautiful" I said, kissing the top of her head. She hums her reply and snuggles closer.

"Morning" She said, her voice still filled with sleep.

"Are you excited for what our 21 idiot best friends have planned?" I asked, chucking slightly. Alex groans and rolls over so she can face me.

"I honestly just want to spend my day with you" She says with a pout. My heart skips a beat and I reach out to cup her cheek.

"Don't worry baby. After next week, you'll have me for the rest of your life whether you like it or not" I said, pecking her lips. She smiles and fakes annoyance.

"Sounds like a chore" She said.

"I promise to make it worth while" I said, pulling her closer and started kissing up her neck. Alex sighs contentedly and starts to sink into me.

My hands find purchase on her waist to pull her closer when a knock on our hotel room door. Alex and I both groan.

"(Y/N), Alex! Stop having sex we're coming in!" Kelley said, a little too loudly for my taste.

"Jesus fucking christ Kelley" Alex said as Kelley, Tobin and Allie crashed into our room.

Alex and I sat up in our bed, I wrap my arms playfully around my fiance.

"It is still way too early for you to be dragging me away from her" I said, pulling Alex closer.

The three girls visibly cringed.

"Come on, (Y/N)! It's gonna be your bachelorette party. You'll have all the time for sex once you're already married" Tobin said, her and Kelley started making their way towards the bed to pull me away from Alex.

"You make it sound like all we do is sex" Alex said.

"Isn't it though? I mean we can always hear you three doors down" Allie said. The both of us flushed red.

I was the first to recover and finally gave in to Tobin and Kelley who were trying to get me off the bed.

I stood up and shrugged my shoulders.

"Well, what can I say? My lady likes to let me hear how much she enjoys it" I said. Kelley and Tobin whooped while Allie had shock written on her face.

"(Y/N)!" Alex said, throwing a pillow at me. I laughed and shoot her a flying kiss. She rolls her eyes but still manages to give me a mega watt smile.

"I love you" I said with a cheeky grin.

Before she could reply, Tobin and Kelley are already dragging me out of the room with my suitcase in tow.

"Hey, wait. Where are we going it's like 8 in the morning!" I said, trying to plant myself on the floor of our room but failing miserably.

"We've got a whole day planned with activities, (Y/N)! So those Allie and the others with Alex!" Kelley said, still pushing me to the door.

"We'll take care of her, Alex!" Tobin called. My fiance's laugh filled the room and I couldn't help but smile through all my friends' antics.

"Enjoy, baby!" Alex said, seeing my off with Allie next to her. I groaned but flashed her a smile nonetheless.

Tobin and Kelley shove me into their room where half of the team is gathered for my party.

Ashlyn, Tierna, Emily, Alyssa, Megan, AD and Jessie were all hanging about already dressed for whatever they've got planned for me.

"There's the lucky woman!" Ashlyn called, swinging her arm around me and leading me into the middle of the room.

"Damn right, I'm lucky" I said. Megan groans.

"Yeah, yeah. We know you're so in love with Alex. You're gonna make me puke" She said playfully.

"Shut up. We know how much of a romantic you are when you're with Sue" I said. Megan huffs but nodded in approval.

"We've got a lot of surprises in plan for you" Jessie said with a wicked grin on her face.

"Should I be scared?" I asked with a laugh.

"I would" Baby T chimed in. I looked at her worriedly but she shrugged me off with a laugh.

"Don't worry. We got you" Uncle said, patting me on the back.

They let me get ready before practically dragging me out of the hotel. I managed to get a peek of Alex with the rest of our friends having brunch in the hotel restaurant.

I groaned, why did I get stuck with the chaotic frat boys?

We plowed through a list of activities all day, starting with a pick up game with local players. After all, what better way to celebrate my marriage with Alex than playing the game that brought us together.

Then, AD and Pinoe dragged me to do suit shopping for the wedding. They decided I needed their fashion advice.

"Oh please, I know for a fact that Sue keeps you slaying. You'd be hopeless on your own" I told Megan after they criticized the third suit I've tried on.

"Shut up, (Y/N)" Megan responds. AD laughs and hands me another suit.

"Try this, (Y/N). I'm sure Alex is gonna swoon the moment she sees you in this" AD said. I flashed her a grin.

"She always swoons over me" I said.

The rest of the day blows by with the frat boys dragging me around before we ended up in a pub crawl that evening.

Kelley and I engaged in a who knows Alex better game, with of course me crushing it. Kelley groans in frustration as I hold a 5-1 lead over her.

We got a private room in one of the pubs in town and Ash was on stage as the host.

"Alright. Alex's favorite sex position!" She said. The whole room whooped.

"Wouldn't you like to know" I said, chuckling. I stood up and grabbed the microphone from Ash.

"What happens in our bedroom, stays in our bedroom" I said. Collective groans could be heard around the room and I chuckled.

"Then keep the noise down too!" Emily shouted. I blushed a deep red but managed to flip her off.

The rest of the night was a blur with more soccer puns than I care to remember. Emily and Kelley also gave me a fucking lap dance I would like to erase from my memory.

I stumble out of the room determined to get to the bathroom when I see Alex and our other friends huddled up on the bar counter. She spots me and gives me the sexiest smile I've ever seen.

She excuses herself and walks towards me. I leaned on the bar and smiled at her.

"You come here often?" I said, trying to fight back a laugh. Alex plays along and slides into the bar stool next to me.

"Maybe" She said. We stare at each other for a while before bursting into laughter.

"God, I missed you baby" I said, leaning in to peck her on the lips.

"I missed you too. How has the frat boys been treating you?" Alex said, intertwining your fingers.

"It was pretty fun. But don't tell them that" I said with a chuckle.

"How about you?" I asked her, moving her hand up so I can kiss her knuckles.

"The girlies have been treating me nicely. Christen took me to yoga and it really calmed me down" Alex said. I smiled at my fiance.

"We have some pretty awesome friends, don't we?" I asked, smiling back at the room where Kelley and the others were.

They were currently hosting a dance battle between Kelley and Sonnett.

"Yeah. We do" Alex replied.

"Alex!"

"(Y/N)!"

Kelley and Allie were calling for us and we both looked at each other.

"Wanna get out of here?" I said. Alex clings to me and grins.

"Yes" She said.

We dashed out of the bar hand in hand with our friends calling out in the distance.

I love them but I've gotta be with my future wife now.

The End

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                *   //    𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴   …   /𝚃𝙷𝙴_𝙲𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁   :    chloe   kim   also   known   as   zero   is   wanted   for   grand   larceny   .   she   is   a   twenty-three   year   old   cis   female   who   has   ties   to   the   mastermind   because   she   hacked   into   his   private   server  ;   once   at   the   request   of   a   benefactor   and   another   time   for   fun   .   𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷   :   strawberry   flavored   bubblegum   ,   the   glow   of   a   computer   screen   in   a   dark   room  ,   tattoos   hidden   by   oversized   sweater   sleeves   ,   &   cyber   stalking   your   exes   .   𝙳𝙾   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴   𝙵𝙾𝚁   :   yoo shiah   .  

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     QUICK  STATS  !

full  name  :   chloe   kim   .

nickname(s)  :   chlo   .

age   :   twenty-three   . 

codename   :   zero   .

role:   the   coordinator   .   

zodiac  :   gemini   sun   ,   gemini   moon   (  click   !  )

sexuality  :   bisexual   .

alignment   :   chaotic   neutral   .

pinterest   :   (   click !   )  

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     BACKSTORY  !    (  tw  :  death  &  car  crash  )

chloe   kim   was   born   in   and   raised   in   ann   arbor   ,   michigan   .   there   was   nothing   truly   remarkable   about   her   childhood   —   she   was   an   only   child   born   into   a   middle   class   family    .    her   mother   was   a   professor   and   her   father   was   a   physical   therapist   ,   and   they   were   very   happily   married   ,   so   she   had   a   stable   life   .   ann   arbor   was   a   fittingly   normal    place   to   grow   up   .   nothing   too   out   of   the   ordinary   ever   seemed   to   happen   .

the   only   anomaly   in   chloe’s   unremarkable   existence   ,    it   seemed   ,   was   herself   .   from   a   young   age   it   was   obvious   she   wasn’t   like   most   kids   .    she   was   decidedly   smarter   ,   an   intelligence   that   impressed   the   adults   around   her   .   her   parents   often   described   her   as   a   highly   curious   ,   if   not   a   little   naughty   ,    child   .   it   seemed   like   she   was   born   with   the   desire   to   know   how   the   world   around   her   worked   ,   and   it   wasn’t   uncommon   to   find   her   tinkering   around   with   her   toys   or   household   objects    ,    taking   them   apart   just   so   she   could   learn   how   to   put   them   back   together   .   

she   graduated   from   high   school   at   sixteen   ,   a   year   early   ,   and   was   offered   a   full   ride   to   MIT   ,   which   she   gladly   accepted   .   moving   to   cambridge,   massachusetts   marked   the   most   interesting   thing   to   happen   to   her   yet   .   she’d   long   dreamed   of   excitement   ,   the   only   thing   she   had   to   entertain   her   back   home   being   her   love   for   computers   .   chloe   was   ready   for   a   change   ,   which   was   exactly   what   she   received   .  

free   from   the   confines   of   being   that   one   smart   girl   in   ann   arbor   ,   she   didn’t   feel   pressured   to   conform   to   the   idea   of   her   that   had   been   carefully   crafted   by   the   people   back   home   any   longer   .   she   didn’t   just   have   to   care   about   school   ,   or   be   shy   about   how   she   unironically   loved   reality   tv   ,   or   pretend   like   pink   wasn’t   the   absolute   best   color   in   the   whole   world   .   facing   comments   from   nerdy   boys   about   how   she   was   too   pretty   to   be   smart   or   about   how   she   was   clearly   in   the   wrong   class   seemed   like   a   small   price   to    pay   if   she   could   finally   be   herself   .

MIT   ,   however   ,   did   feel   like   the   wrong   place   for   chloe   most   of   the   time   .   she   realized   very   quickly   that   while   she   was   gifted   and   bright   ,   she   had   no   passion   or   drive   to   pursue   typical   careers   the   way   most   people   in   her   major   did   .   she   also   had   a   knack   for   using   her   skills   in   unconventional   (   if   not   illegal   )   ways   ,   like   when   she   started   charging   a   pretty   penny   to   hack   boyfriends   suspected   by   their   girlfriends   of   cheating   ,   or   hacking   into   the   local   police   database   to   browse   through   people’s   criminal   records   like   it   was   the   equivalent   of   reading   gossip   magazines   .

at   the   end   of   her   junior   year   ,   after   voicing   her   concerns   about   whether   or   not   university   life   was   for   her   to   her   parents   in   one   of   her   weekly   calls   back   home   ,   they’d   made   the   decision   to   go   surprise   chloe   .   after   flying   into   massachusetts   from   michigan   they’d   rented   a   car   and   were   on   their   way   to   drive   up   to   her   dorm   when   they   got   into   a   fatal   accident   .   there   had   been   a   nasty   storm   that   night   ,   and   chloe   can   still   remember   how   she’d   gotten   a   severe   thunderstorm   warning   alert   on   her   cellphone   moments   before   she   got   the   police   call   informing   her   of   what   happened   .

in   the   blink   of   an   eye   her   life   had   gone   from   average   to   tragic   .   she   couldn’t   process   the   death   of   her   parents   —   there   was   no   other   driver   to   blame   ,   nothing   faulty   about   the   rental   car    they’d   been   driving   ,   only   the   weather   and   the   slippery   roads   .   chloe   would   have   surely   flunked   out   from   MIT   had   her   professors   ,   who   mostly   harbored   soft   spots   for   the   girl   and   were   especially   sympathetic   towards   her   situation   ,   not   given   her   the   few   credits   she   needed   to   graduate   that   spring   .

armed   with   an   IT   degree   but   not   much   else   ,   chloe   went   back   to   ann   arbor   for   her   parent’s   funeral   and   the   selling   of   her   childhood   home   .   realizing   she   had   no   place   to   go   afterwards   ,   she   became   a   bit   of   a   vagabond   ,   spending   the   entirety   of   her   19th   year   living   out   of   motel   rooms   in   various   cities   .   not   in   the   head   space   for   a   full   time   career   ,   and   with   her   mind   still   foggy   from   mourning   ,   she   started   picking   up   where   she’d   left   off   in   college   in   terms   of   odd   and   illegal   ways   to   make   money.   

when   she   was  20   she   caught   the   attention   of   someone   she  quickly   realized   was   important   ,   a   client   with   a   request   and   a   payday   like   nothing   she’d   ever   seen   before   .   all   he   wanted   chloe   to   do   was   hack   into   someone’s   private   server   ,   and   so   she   did   .   she   didn’t   ask   questions   but   she   did   snoop   around   ,   a   small   act   or   curiosity   that   would   forever   change   her   world   .   what   she   found   was   almost   incomprehensible   ,   a   network   of   some  sort   with   the   most   detailed   plans   and   profiles   .   never   having   been   motivated   by   any   sort   of   moral   compass   before   ,   chloe   couldn’t   explain   why   she   lied   to   the   man   who   had   hired   her   ,   claiming   she   hadn’t   been   skilled   enough   to   get   through   .   

he’d   bought   her   excuse   ,   another   man   who   couldn’t   see   past   a   pretty   face   to   the   brain   behind   it    .   for   months   afterwards   chloe   tried   to   forget   about   the   things   she’d   seen   and   read   ,   that   exciting   world   she’d   only   discovered   by   chance   ,    but   she   just   couldn’t   let   it   go   .   she   was   inexplicably   drawn   to   whoever   was   behind   it   all   ,   proving   it   when   she   hacked   them   a   second   time   around   ,    this   time   for   her   own   entertainment   and   satisfaction   .   she   couldn’t   explain   it   —   especially   not   when   she   left   behind   a   trail   this   time   around   ,   wanting   to   be   caught   ,   wanting   so   desperately   to   be   contacted   .   

when   chloe   is   recruited   by   J    ,   it   feels   like   the   first   blessing   since   her   parent’s   deaths   .   it   wasn’t   the   money   she   was   interested   in   ,   but   him   ,   the   way   he   makes   people   feel   special   and   needed   filling   a   void   she’d   never   let   herself   admit   she   had   in   the   first   place   .   she’s   loyal   to   him   ,   and   so   she’s   loyal   to   the   crew   ,   and   for   the   first   time   in   her   whole   life   it   feels   like   she   might   have   found   the   place   she   truly   belongs   .         

━  ˙ ˖  ☆     PERSONALITY  +  TIDBITS  !

thats   right   ...   i   made   her   a   double   gemini   baby   !   😈   its   just   chaos   all   over   as   u   can   imagine   ...   gotta   love   a   sexy   sign   aha   no   im   not   biased   <3   she’s   got   a   pretty   good   balance   of   intelligence   &   curiosity   in   her   ,   so   instead   of   coming   off   as   a   know-it-all   she’s   more   likely   to   come   across   as   nosy   .   she   just   loves   to   figure   stuff   out    .   whether   it’s   code   or   people   she   wants   to   know   how   things   work   .

generally   speaking   ,   she’s   pretty   easy   going   !    when   it   comes   to   her   relationships   with   people   she’s   not   that   high   maintenance   ,   in   fact   sometimes   it’s   easy   to   mistake   her   easy   going   attitude   with   aloofness   or   disinterest   ,   which   isn’t   the   case   at   all   .   when   she   does   get   annoyed   though   she’s   not   shy   about   letting   you   know   how   she   feels   ,   and   she’s   got   a   BIG   potty   mouth   ...   it’s   like   when   people   have   road   rage   SJDBWJDBJW   she’ll   curse   you   out   in   a   short   burst   of   anger   then   decide   she’s   over   it   before   you   even   have   time   to   process   what   happened   . 

since   she’s   been   on   her   own   pretty   much   her   whole   life   (   no   siblings   ,   no   set   group   of   friends   )   it   was   a   bumpy   adjustment   to   go   from   having   no   one   to   being   part   of   a   team   .   she   definitely   wasn’t   upset   by   it   ,   but   chloe   can   get   into   trouble   sometimes   because   she’s   got   a   knack   for   always   saying   what   she’s   thinking   without   filtering   herself   first   ,   so   she’s   definitely   started   some   arguments   or   hurt   some   feelings   on   accident   </3   

loves   to   joke   around   and   treat   things   like   they’re   no   big   deal   ,   even   when   they   are   .   this   is   especially   true   when   it   comes   to   her   own   abilities   .   she’ll   casually   mention   hacking   into   a   number   of   high   security   facilities   and   servers   and   how   she   bought   a   new   sailor   moon   hoodie   in   the   same   sentence   like   it’s   nothing   .

almost   always   either   dressed   in   pink   or   black   ,   or   a   combination   of   the   two   .   she   swears   she   owns   clothes   in   other   colors   but   those   two   are   definitely   her   defaults   .   switches   between   more   casual   street-styles   and   girly   attire   on   a   day   to   day   basis   .   owns   many   sanrio   themed   articles   of   clothing   ,   accessories   ,   and   plushies   and   will   accept   zero   criticism   about   it   !    

chews   gum   a   lot    ,   but   especially   when   she’s   working   on   her   computer   .   she   claims   it   helps   her   focus   but   who   knows   for   sure   maybe   she   just   likes   chomping   and   blowing   bubbles   ...

she’s   a   serial   dater   .   chloe   finally   had   to   force   herself   to   swear   off   tinder   because   she   kept   doing   extensive   background  searches   (   hacking   )   on   the   people   she   was   going   on   dates   with   .  still   cyber   stalks   her   exes   but   she   swears   it’s   purely   an   act   of   public   service   since   they   were   all   insane   (   in   her   opinion   ,    which   is   never   wrong   )   and   she’s   just   trying   to   make   sure   they   haven’t   committed   any   major   crimes   aha   x   

not   very   good   at   being   romantic   or   emotionally   vulnerable   SDBWJDBJW   truly   the   thought   alone   is   terrifying   enough   but   when   she   watches   pride   and   prejudice   alone   at   2am   she   cries   so   your   girl   has   it   in   her   she’s   just   not   there   yet   <3   physical   intimacy   she   has   no   issue   with   it’s   just   the   serious   stuff   that   makes   her   want   to   eat   glass   ...   or   so   she   says   .

has   questionable   drinking   habits   .   can   she   out   drink   a   man   twice   her   size   ?    sure   .   should   she   be   putting   that   to   the   test   at   10   am   at   a   chili’s   after   a   night   out   ?   absolutely   not   but   it   100%   happened   and   she   would   probably   do   it   again   because   she   simply   pretends   her   mistakes   never   happened   in   the   first   place   and   that’s   why   she   never   learns   !

absolutely   refuses   to   talk   to   anyone   about   her   life   and   what   happened   to   her   parents   .   she   still   hasn’t   fully   grieved   or   processed   it   ,   and   honestly   speaking   she’s   been   using   the   crew   and   J   as   a   coping   mechanism   almost   .   chloe’s   adamant   belief   in   the   heists   they   do   and   their   capabilities   as   a   unit   has   less   to   do   with   the   real   chances   on   whether   or   not   they   can   pull   something   off   and   everything   to   do   with   the   fact   that   she   needs   things   to   work   and   she   needs   them   to   be   together   .   that’s   why   she’s   usually   one   of   the   first   ones   to   pep   talk   people   when   there   are   doubts   .   she   can’t   risk   losing   a   second   family   /: 

low   key   addicted   to   getting   tattoos   .   it   started   with   tiny   ones   on   her   fingers   and   wrists   and   now   she’s   thinking   about   getting   a   sleeve   ...   if   only   she   could   decide   on   what   to   get   tattooed   #AirSignThings   x   don’t   ask   her   to   make   decisions   if   you   want   an   answer   before   this   decade   ends   .

strawberry   is   her   favorite   fruit   and   flavor   !   if   she’s   not   chewing   strawberry   gum   ,   she’s   drinking   strawberry   milk   .

once   started   an   instagram   to   review   different   mozzarella   sticks   after   lorde   was   outed   for   running   an   onion   ring   reviewing   instagram   .

won   a   goldfish   at   a   fair   when   she   was   in   college   ,   named   him   stinky   ,   then   cried   for   a   week   straight   after   she   found   him   floating   dead   in   his   fish   bowl   the   next   day   ...   she   hasn’t   had   a   pet   since   </3   

if   you   ever   tell   chloe   good   job   she   will   act   cool   in   the   moment   but   at   night   when   she’s   trying   to   go   to   bed   she   will   look   like   this   🥺   never   forgets   a   compliment   she   loves   them   even   if   she   pretends   she   doesn’t   need   them   ...

told   myself   i’d   make   this   short   by   not   adding   a   plots   section   and   it’s   still   a   novel   truly   i   hate   this   life   .   once   again   i   am   asking   u   to   add   me   on   discord   glo lovecore ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172   and   plot   with   me   💖   also   my   intros   are   always   winged   so  if   i   start   writing   as   chloe   and   her   personality   does   a   180   like   dua   lipa   said   PLEASE   mind   ur   business   that’s   why   i   made   her   a   gemini   ok   😭😭😭   pls   enjoy   this   meme   chloe   has   probably   sent   to   ur   muse   at   least   once   ...

[lonelypond]

Can’t Get Started, Ch. 4

Love Live, NicoMaki, 3.5K, 4/5

Summary: Bachelorette Party: Maki gets to try to keep Hanayo and Kotori's behavior PG-13.

Chapter Four

Yes, Maki was starting to panic. Dinner had been great; the food was wonderful, Nico’s knee had knocked discreetly against hers under the table fairly often. But now, now, everything was chaos. Rin had laughed at all Maki’s suggestions, carefully researched and designed to get the brides in bed at a respectable hour. But now, now, Maki’s heart rate was racing for non Nico reasons, her fist was starting to clench, and in another ten seconds she was going to be grabbing Rin by the collar of her very pretty dress, and throwing her through the restaurant’s front window. Although, there had been no formal plan, Maki had expected that what would happen after dinner would be a calm, non stressful, group activity, maybe some dancing, if the club were fancy enough and Rin and Hanayo insisted. Then everybody was going to go home, and Maki was finally going to get time A L O N E with Nico. But no, what was happening was Rin and Honoka had each grabbed one of Nico’s arms, and Hanayo was giggling about something Kotori was whispering in her ear and Umi was glaring at Maki like Maki had just torched her beloved dojo.

“No.” Maki stated. To all questions. The “No” echoed. Because she had stated it loudly. And then it bounced off the conversations that were zooming on, completely ignoring her decision. “I said NO.” Maki repeated.

At least Rin had heard her. “No, you have to, Maki. We need to get to know Nico and the brides can’t see each other before the wedding and Kayo-chin wants to go to this place Kotori’s been telling her about…”

Umi paled, which would have worried Maki more if Nico hadn’t been trying to say “hey, let me go” in a not yelling tone of voice. Maki knew from experience that when either Rin or Honoka clamped on, they stayed clamped.

“Rin.” Maki, hands on hip, leaning in a little.

“Maki.” Rin, hands on hips, butting foreheads.

With Honoka still holding Nico in place, Rin dragged Maki off to the side, muttering with frantic urgency, “Look, Kayo-chin R E A L L Y wants to go to this place and I know how she gets and you just can’t go off and have fun with Nico, you gotta help me, Maki. You’re my best woman, you HAVE TO.”

“Rin, that means I plan your bachelorette party, this very tasty dinner, which I did.” Maki crossed her arms, “You’re welcome.”

Rin kept hissing. “No, it means you have to stop Kayo-chin from talking to cute girls.”

“What?” Maki almost skipped back.

Rin’s voice dropped to a whisper, “She’s already drinking, she gets really grabby when she’s drunk, and I know there are going to be strippers…”

If Maki was looking at Rin like Rin had lost her mind, Rin deserved it. “Rin, just tell her it upsets you and she shouldn’t go.”

Rin sighed and shook her head, “Then she’ll think I don’t trust her.”

“Which you don’t.”

“You’ll understand some time,” Rin’s eyes flashed to Nico, “But you have to do this for me.”

“Why can’t Nico come?” It was a whine, Maki wanted to kick her best friend for making all this weird with Nico right there.

“Because I want to make sure you’re not having more fun than I am.” Rin stuck out her tongue, back to full mischief mode and Maki wasn’t certain the surreal discussion about the mild mannered Hanayo and strippers had actually happened. But would she have hallucinated that?

“Maki.” Rin wheedled, tilting her head.

Maki inhaled, “All right, but Nico only goes if she wants to.”

“If Nico wants to what?” Maki jumped as Nico, now free of Honoka, rested a hand briefly on a very very low curve of her hip. Maki looked down into a wink.

“Whatever crime Rin and Honoka are trying to lure you into.” She replied grumpily.

“Why aren’t you coming?” Nico raised an eyebrow.

“Kayo-chin wants to go to The Blue Zoo.” Rin stared at her bride to be who was still giggling with Kotori. Honoka had joined them.

Nico whistled and Maki was surprised by a flash of a frown, “Kotori suggested it.”

“Oh, that’s why your writing partner’s looking pale.”

“Huh?” Maki did a quick Umi check. Yep. Multiple couple PDA levels of pallor.

Nico shrugged, “It’s just a very adventurous show.”

“Have you been?” Maki’s voice screeched a little.

Nico closed her eyes, shaking her head, “No, but I have a…” she sighed, “well, you’ll be meeting her eventually, that’s probably not avoidable.” Bright ruby eyes had an expression in them Maki couldn’t read, “my self proclaimed best friend, Nozomi Tojo, is a” Nico paused, and then her voice got breathier and there was hint of silly giggle that made Maki flinch, “‘connoisseur of the purrrfect tassel twirl.’”

Maki might have blacked out as a mental picture of Nico collided with a dim memory of Christina Aguilera on a piano in “Burlesque”

“Hey Nico, you ready to go?” Honoka’s voice pulled Maki out of her fugue.

“Hey.” Nico slid her hand through Maki’s hair, “Try not to get too…”

“You neither.” Maki nodded, amazed that Nico was this close, that her lips could glisten like that…

“Let’s go.” Rin pulled Nico away, her face contorting into a laughing tease. Maki decided Rin was going to get the ice treatment for at least six months after the wedding.

Umi was buttoning up her long coat. Maki decided to latch onto what would surely be a voice of reason.

“So we’re going to find a different, calmer club, right?”

Umi’s amber eyes were 49 million year old fossil cold, “I am going home. Your choices are your own concern.”

Maki barely stopped herself from grabbing Umi’s shoulders to shake some restraint back into the evening. “Surely you can convince Kotori we all need a solid night’s sleep to look our best.”

“Good night, Maki. I will see you tomorrow.” Umi’s betrayal was crisp and clinical.

Maki should have expected that. Any time Honoka had an idea too outrageous for Umi to deal with, Umi would simply find some other place to be rather than admit her discomfort or escalate to a confrontation. Everyone else had a coat now and Maki realized if she wanted to kiss Nico before her date disappeared for the night, Maki had to act now, before Rin dragged her through the door.

###

Most of the action was happening on a standard, though small proscenium stage, with tables scattered around the room, and waiters moving back and forth with appetizers and drink trays. Unfortunately, sometimes, the performers made their acts more targeted. Maki was currently very very stiff in her seat while a very very underdressed woman made a bench out of Kotori and Hanayo, having crawled from the stage, then across the table, neatly avoiding empty drink glasses. The singer’s current position probably fell under Rin’s request to keep Hanayo away from cute girls but what Rin didn’t know wouldn’t make her call off the wedding. Apparently, Kotori had costumed half of the performers so they were going to get friendly in closer quarters both now and after the show.

A performer onstage was stalking across the stage in a very feline fashion, with ears and a tail and full body makeup and Maki had a brief flash of wondering what Nico’s face would look like if Maki decided...and then her blush started to feel like a fever and she glanced to where Hanayo’s hand was out of sight, reached over, pulled it out from under the too friendly and buxom bewigged performer, being sure to grind the engagement ring into Hanayo’s third finger. The giggle probably proved that being high on alcohol and skin contact had left no feeling in Hanayo’s ring finger. Maki was definitely getting them out of there as soon as possible. She hoped too much of Kotori hadn’t rubbed off on Honoka and the three of them were safely at some relatively quiet club only getting mobbed by people who wanted Nico’s autograph…

Maki almost bolted at that point. Why hadn’t she given Rin specific instructions like Rin had given her? Keep drooling fans away from Nico. Giving up on trying to keep Hanayo away from curves, Maki went back to watching whatever was onstage. A diminutive, dark haired singer with feathers. Maki considered Nico plus feathers. Seemed less dangerous than the Nico on the piano thought.

###

More alcohol, now they were backstage...Kotori had ordered...champagne? Hanayo was drinking from a glass held by someone she wasn’t engaged to. Maki felt like delivering a lecture on why being hungover at your wedding was a bad bad idea, but no one was paying any attention to her. She wondered again what Rin, Nico, and Honoka were up to. How could Rin have sent her here to be buried in giggles, lingerie, and Hanayo with her eyes wide, taking in too many details.

“Maki!” Kotori’s long fingers offered a champagne flute. Maki shook her head. Kotori giggled and shrugged, “You’re not having fun.”

Hanayo, in an unusual echo of Rin’s go to move, grabbed Maki in a hug, “She’s not here to have fun, she’s here to make sure I don’t kiss cute girls.”

Kotori’s giggle tone was disturbing, as she blew a kiss in Hanayo’s direction, “Too bad.”

Maki decided this was her moment and focused on Hanayo, “You know Rin would be crushed if she saw what was going on.”

“This is just silly.” Kotori dropped the champagne flute on the table and picked up a makeup brush, leaning into her friend the fan dancer, who Maki agreed was objectively attractive but refused to make eye contact with or step within 5 feet of.

Instead, Maki shuffled further away from the scrum of people filling the too hot room, “You know Rin always worries she’s not girly enough for you…”

Hanayo’s violet eyes filled up with tears, “That’s so sad, she’s so pretty, you should tell her that, Maki.”

Drunk people were stupid, “No, you should tell her, instead of making new friends.” Someone was sliding their arm around Hanayo’s shoulders, to pour her another glass and as Maki was about to step in and physically break them up, someone tickled her ear with a feather, causing her to whirl, fist clenched, but then Maki forced herself to relax, because otherwise she was either going to hit a random dancer or her second best friend and then she’d probably have to explain it to Rin and...how much did you have to drink to forget the sight of Kotori tracing the cleft between someone’s breasts with a velvet riding crop?

Maki had never felt the urge to drink enough to blank out what was happening, but as she stared at the oddly colored fruit drink in front of Hanayo that the bride to be was ignoring, Maki wondered if she should make an exception.

###

Hanayo had gone missing. And nearly everyone else was blurry. Music was throbbing, Maki thought the walls might be too. The party had been moved to someone’s apartment, two El stops away. Maki had lost count of the women who had asked for her phone number, brushed too close, or offered her a questionable substance. Kotori’s alcohol tolerance was seemingly legendary. And Hanayo had apparently been stolen and Maki was so not going to like having to explain to Rin why Hanayo had run off to Costa Rica with a dancer the night before their wedding.

Maki stood up from the hard backed chair where she had barricaded herself, wavering. No, a quick shake, two slaps of her cheeks, and opening her eyes wide. She was going to find Hanayo and drag her home. There was a door down a hall to the right, Maki heard Kotori’s giggle dominating the stratosphere of drunken mirth and one foot in front of the other, Maki made cautious progress against a surging tide of now mostly uncostumed performers.

She never should have opened the door. Or stepped over the buttocks of a voluptuous mezzosoprano wearing only a Marie Antoinette wig and maybe three cake crumbs in not strategic enough locations. Hanayo was asleep on a couch, wearing at least three silly hats and a mask, but at least she still had all of her clothes. Kotori was swanning around in what appeared to be a just long enough smoking jacket, tapping random partiers on the shoulder with a cigarette in a villainously long silver holder. Maki squared her shoulders and grabbed the cigarette out of it, “I’m taking Hanayo home.” Maki cleared her throat as Kotori fluttered aggressive eyelashes over impossibly wide eyes, “She’s getting married tomorrow.”

Kotori giggled, and breathed some kind of incense fug in Maki’s direction, which Maki waved away, “It’s early yet.”

“No, it’s not.”

Kotori shrugged, leaned back, grabbed a purse, and shoved it in Maki’s hand, knocking the cigarette to the floor. “Wait outside, Maki. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

“Really?” Maki knew she was in hell, but was this at least a glimmer of purgatory?

Kotori winked, but when Maki glanced back, Hanayo had moved or been moved somewhere, although the mezzosoprano was still in place, a sprawling grotesque of a door guardian. Forcing herself not to scream, Maki took the purse, shouldered her way through everyone like a Bear’s fullback, and stepped out in the cool air, cloying perfume and heating incense falling away. With a frustrated scream, Maki wound up like a pitcher and let rip with whoever’s purse Kotori had handed her. As she straightened up, Maki found herself staring right into the frown of a uniformed police officer who had been making their way up the walk.

“Hello.” Maki squeaked. “Can I get out of your way?”

Officer shook her head.

“Can I get in the car?”

“Eventually.” The officer pulled out her book and pen, “Let’s get some details first.”

Maki wondered by exactly how many decibels the party was breaking the local noise ordanances now that she was outside of its boundaries

###.

“Okay, Maki, you’re free to go.” Aya Dubois, the youngest partner at the Nishikino’s favorite law firm, gave her client a thumbs up. “Be gay, but don’t do crime for awhile, okay?”

“Ha ha.” Maki grumbled, “Where’s Hanayo and Kotori?”

“Put them both in a taxi awhile ago; they didn’t throw anything at anybody in uniform.”

“Separate taxis, right.” Maki didn’t want to go home and spend the hour before sunrise, thinking suspicious thoughts.

“Don’t you have a home to go to?” Aya looked like she’d had at least 6 hours of sleep. Maki was envious.

“Yeah.” Maki gave up. Hanayo was an adult, Maki had done the best she could for Rin, but anything after this...nope. Rin had no more favors left. And Hanayo would be incredibly lucky if Maki talked to her before 2021. Because...even a quick flash of any memory from the post restaurant activities triggered shudders.

Suddenly, Maki wanted to tell Nico the whole story and get some sympathy, What hotel was Nico at again?

Aya reached into her jacket pocket. “Oh, here’s your phone, I signed for it.”

“Thanks.” Maki turned her phone back on. Double digit notifications...Rin and Nico...what had happened?

N: Well, I talked your friends out of C R I M E so we’re going to go to a show at Second City, you know, the non shake your butt at the audience while singing, everyone stays fully clothed kind of show >:P

N: Oh, and Rin wants the full on celebrity Nico Ni experience so we’ll be going backstage and then to the *spoiler* Peninsula Suite at the Peninsula, so come there instead of The Orrington when you’ve got your half of the brides tucked in.

R: MAKI MAKI MAKI WE BOUGHT SO MUCH STUFF: NICO”S LUGGAGE WAS ALREADY IN EVANSTON AND WE DECIDED TO CHANGE FOR THE SHOW. NICO IS SO MUCH FUN

R: LOOK

And there was a pic of a grinning Nico, Rin, and Honoka, Nico and Rin in cute, short, sexy snazzy little black dresses and Honoka in form fitting black jeans, a burnt orange sweater, and a gray jacket that popped with fashion flair. Kotori had missed out.

N: Rin is exhausting, but cute. Show was great. Honoka’s still laughing. Rin got autographs from EVERYONE and invited half of them to the wedding. And half the Red Stars are meeting us at the Peninsula.

R: MAKI MAKI MAKI There’s a piano and a hot tub and a chef who made me three kinds of ramen and why aren’t you marrying Nico tomorrow ∑(ΦдΦlll

Because, Maki thought to herself, Nico’s barely kissed her. Negotiating schedules for dates was a nightmare, what would wedding planning be like. Then Maki chuckled as she wondered if making Cocoro the point person for wedding planning would be considered revenge.

Maki scrolled through pictures and random Rin texts wanting pictures of Hanayo and then there was Nico’s last text.

N; Guess you’re having too much fun (T＿T)

Maki snorted, thinking of the disapproving sneers from the police.

N: Maybe you shouldn’t send Nico a pajama selfie tonight, in case there’s someone else in the pic. See you at the wedding. If you change your mind, just tell them at the desk you’re the woman the Yazawa party was waiting for.

N: Because you are ❥( ◜3‾)(‾⊱◝ )

N: Good night, Gorgeous. Dream of Nico ( ु⁎ᴗ_ᴗ⁎)ु.｡oO

Peninsula Hotel it was. As fast as she could get there.

“Hey, Aya, can you drop me off?”

“I cost more than a cab.”

Maki shrugged, frowning as she remembered why she was in a police station and not with Nico “You’ll be billing Hanayo and Rin.”

Aya laughed, “Yeah, I just skip bachelorette parties myself. Too much crazy.”

“Wish you’d told me that last night.” Maki said as she buttoned her coat.

###

An incredibly polite front desk staffer slid Maki the elevator passcode. 5:15 ish a.m., no one around, Maki felt like she was clumping across the smooth floors until she hit carpet and then she realized how tired she was, her feet dragging. She knocked lightly on the door, tensed for a Rin explosion, but although the person who opened it was short, wearing a hotel bathrobe, with some kind of weird green goop all over her face, the black hair peeking out from under a pink towel wrap told Maki Nico had gotten out of bed to greet her. Maki couldn’t help the grin or the way stomach twisted at so many rushing thoughts about the woman in front of her.

“Lose your phone?” Nico grumbled and Maki realized suddenly she should have warned Nico she was coming over.

Jump to the truth, hope for sympathy. Maki really really wanted a warm ear, shoulder, or bosom to complain into. “Had it turned off during the show and then the cops took it.”

Maki slid out of her shoes. The marble floor was cold. Nico’s glance was speculative, her mouth a little twisted at the corners of her too tempting lips, and then she reached out and tugged Maki into a hug. For a minute they just stood there, Maki feeling like an icicle too frigid to melt. And then Nico let go. “C’mon, let’s get you more comfortable. Rin and the Red Stars are all over two suites worth of beds, but the couch is comfy, if you want to tell Nico what happened.”

Maki sighed, what she really wanted to do is soak until she fell asleep. What time was she supposed to have breakfast with Rin? Maybe they could just order room service here.

“Actually, how’s the bath? I just smell like…” Maki couldn’t even finish the sentence, remembering feathers and incense and perfume and leather and brightly colored drinks splashing across her sleeves.

Nico leaned in and took a sniff, “Yeah, that’s not an odor that screams sleep. Bath has a beautiful view of the skyline. There’s some candles. Nico can set you up a playlist.”

“Jazz?” Maki asked, hoping a splash of classy would banish sultry parodies from her ears.

“Nico is on it. Ella or Billie?”

“Nancy Wilson, Anita O’Day…” Maki could feel herself relaxing.

Nico was typing things into her phone. “There’s an extra bathrobe in Nico’s suite. You can change there. Nico needs her beauty sleep so no Red Stars. I’ll get the bath ready for you.”

“Thank you!”

Nico nodded and started across the room before Maki realized something. She hopped after Nico. One of the Red Stars hadn’t made it to a bed, but Maki safely stepped over her, “Nico?”

Nico whirled and Maki hesitated just a second, wondering if the green goop was cold. Didn’t matter, Maki leaned down and found Nico’s lips just as warm as she’d been dreaming, “Hi. I’m glad I finally got here.”

Nico’s bright, beautiful grin lit up with more kilowatts than the night view of the city, “Me too.”

A/N: Moving kind of interfered with being in a calm enough mental place to make progress on this, but I'm back. And I wanted to get a chunk posted. So next chapter, we have a RinPana wedding and see where that takes us.

And drop me your favorite Christmas song or cozy cute Christmas movie in the comments, as I consider my Christmas options.Cheers!

[lizartgurl]

“Back To You” (Aqualad x OC)

PART TWELVE

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six)(part seven) (part eight) (part nine) (part ten) (part eleven)

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“The traffickers can control the Whitago?” Aqualad asked, his swords drawn and pointed at the nearest creature , backing towards Nightingale and Equinox.

“They aren’t supposed to be controlled!” Miiyahbin cried. “They’re creatures of chaos!”

“Chaos?” Nightingale looked to Aqualad.

“Vengeance, death, destruction,” Equinox said, “They drowned or were starved, often by another person, and came back to seek revenge.”

Nightingale grabbed Kaldur’s arm, her free hand crackling with static electricity, “Do you think the Light may be involved in this?”

“Klarion is supposed to be off-world,” Kaldur said slowly, “And I have not sensed any mystical forces since arriving in Moose Factory.”

Emma held out her staff, warning the Whitago to keep their distance as they continued on, slowly walking backwards in the direction of the hidden base.

“Nightingale?” Equinox squeaked, grabbing her shoulder.

Emma looked over her shoulder, just long enough to see more Whitago appearing from behind the trees in the direction they were heading.

They were surrounded.

Of course, it could just be mere coincidence that the Whitago were just now attacking them, on the day that they planned to mount their rescue of a hundred or so missing women and children, on the eve of the Winter Solstice.

“Equinox, Aqualad, give me options. How do we take these guys down?” Nightingale demanded. The Whitago inched forward, slowly but surely.

“Um, run?” Equinox hazarded.

Aqualad grunted, his swords proving the only light available in the night of the new moon. A perfect night for an ambush. ”I would have to agree.”

Fine. “Equinox, fly. We’ll meet you at the secret entrance.”

“But you said-”

“-And don’t do anything stupid until we get there!” Nightingale finished.

Miiyahbin had to grin, before she leaped into the air, disappearing into the treetops. The Whitago glanced after her, giving Aqualad the opportunity they needed. The snow hit the Whitago like the ocean’s rage, pushing them back and down.

“Hold on!” Emma didn’t pause to think if she could get them out of there, she just knew that they had to get to the girls, whether or not her wings were in top shape. She wrapped her arms around Kaldur’s chest while the Whitago were disoriented, and with a shout that tore through the forest tundra, her wings ripped out from beneath her uniform, as pale and deformed as the creatures bearing down at them.

With all her strength, and with tears in her eyes, Emma gave a huge push with her wings, creating another wave of snow against the Whitago and launching them into the sky.

“Emma!” Kaldur’s shout was lost to the wind, or maybe she just chose to ignore it. “Your wings!”

They crashed into a pile of snow right outside the secret entrance, where Miiyahbin was waiting for them.

“Come on! We gotta hurry!”

“Emma,” Kaldur tried again.

“Hush,” Emma was flushed from the bitter cold, “We can’t let them find us. You and Miiyahbin get the girls free, I’ll hack their system.”

Kaldur grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the vents for a moment. “Stay safe.”

Emma hesitated for a moment, and kissed his cheek.

“You too, Kal.”

She disappeared into the darkness of the vents.

She found the central operations easily enough, it was being monitored by the same guys who’d been there earlier, indicative of a small staff. She didn’t hesitate to kick off the grate, knock the guns out of their surprised hands, and slam their heads into the back of their chair and the keyboard. She cuffed them together, and then to their chairs.

“By the time this is over, you’ll be begging for justice,” She growled, deactivating the alarm system.

“Crud,” due to the steady stream of messages one of the thugs had been receiving, they had their sub inbound, and it had someone pretty important on it- a buyer perhaps?- and he was due in less than ten minutes. No way Kal and Miiyahbin could get all the cages unlocked in time.

She began downloading all their files, all their prisoners, all their records of sold humans, and one pretty consistent buyer, in big red letters, was someone called “BEDLAM”.

She uploaded all the data to her glove, remotely connected to the Bat-computer with an urgent message for Bruce and Barbara.

Her stomach twisted as the list of missing women kept going. And going. And going. When the upload, which took far too long, was complete, she kicked the thugs one more time to make sure they were out, grabbed her staff, and ran for the containment chamber.

Aqualad was keeping the guards- with no backup on the way- busy, while Equinox freed the girls one at a time, pointing them to the vent exit. Nightingale tossed a few women some lockpicks, and started helping.

“Aqualad, we got company incoming!” She shouted.

Aqualad brought one guard’s face to meet his knee and slammed another into the ground with a mace.

“How long do we have?” Equinox asked.

She checked her timer. “Two minutes!”

Kal threw the last guard into a wall of empty cages, some with dried blood, and started ripping cages apart.

“We don’t have enough time!” Miiyahbin cried, getting the cages on the top rows.

“Keep going!” Emma shouted. The freed prisoners screamed and clung to each other, encouraging those in the vents to crawl faster.

“Equinox, take the others out the main exit, Aqualad and I will free the rest of the girls.”

“Are you sure?” Miiyahbin asked, just now pausing.

Sirens began to blare, announcing the submarine’s arrival.

“I said go!” Emma screamed.

Carrying a few smaller girls, Equinox nodded obediently, although reluctant, and shouted in English, French, and Cree, for the prisoners to follow her.

There were still at least twenty girls still in cages when the airlock began to open. Emma refused to let that deter her, though she and Kaldur were both scared, more so for the prisoners than for themselves.

With a final hiss, the bay door opened, and standing in front of the submarine was another group of armed guards. No boss was evident among them

“Are you Bedlam?” Emma demanded, even as she was unlocking another prisoner from their cage. This time, they made no movement to follow their sisters and friends, too scared of being shot.

One of the traffickers, a tall, thin man who actually wasn’t carrying a rifle like his companions, chuckled in a deep voice. He removed his helmet, handing it to one of his subordinates.

“I am afraid that I, personally, am not Bedlam. Though I must congratulate you on your efforts. Not many have gotten this far.”

“Then who are you?” Aqualad asked. The woman he’d freed was a shaking, sobbing mess, who refused to let go of the safety that a superhero promised. Nightingale, hid the other freed prisoners behind her fragile wings, attempting to shield some of the girls still in cages as well.

The man chuckled again, running his hand through his pale, receding, strawberry-blond hair. “Now just because you’ve proven yourself clever this far, doesn't mean I’m going to reward you by just giving you the information you want, that’s just not fair, is it?”

“It’s not fair that you’re kidnapping all these people!”

He shrugged, making a flatulence noise with his lips. “You ever heard of survival of the fittest? No one was gonna miss these girlies.”

Emma was getting very tired of hearing that particular philosophy from elitist arse-holes who liked to imagine that their brains and their ability to convince other over-privileged individuals that they deserved to extract more suffering from those they already stood over.

As she sneered at him, he approached the cages, running his fingers over the metal bars of a cage that still held a whimpering, round-eyed, raven-haired girl who couldn’t be much older than Mara.

The teenager she’d just freed grabbed her arm. “I’ve seen him before. They call him Rhodes,” She whispered.

It was Rhodes turn to sneer this time. “Smarter than you look, aren’t you, you little red-”

Kaldur didn’t let him finish his sentence. He charged at Rhodes, grabbing him around the waist and slamming him into the cages. The women and girls screamed, Rhodes’ guards drew their weapons, but were scared to hit their boss with a stray bullet. Emma wasn’t scared. Kaldur was bullet-proof anyway.

“Go!” She pointed the girls in the direction Equinox and the others had gone, and hurried to free the last three girls.

By the time she’d freed the first two Rhodes had his hands on the third, a gun at her head, and his men had Kaldur pinned, a knife at his gills, the most vulnerable part of his nigh-invulnerable Atlantean skin.

“You two have cost me a lot of money, tonight, Nightingale. I just might have to write a strongly-worded letter to Batman. I’m certain that Secretary-General Lex Luthor  will also be interested in hearing about this gross breach of international boundaries, as well.”

“Well what do you want me to do about it?” Emma snapped. “Our associate is anonymously forwarding all evidence of your operations here in Angelsport to the authorities. Your prisoners are freed. They’re probably safely in Moose Factory right now, where a whole army of Cree will fight through the teeth before they let you take them back.”

Rhodes grinned, and nodded to one of his men. “Are you sure about that, Miz Nightingale?”

A guard held up a tablet, with security footage of the surrounding forest. Equinox, and all the girls she’d led out of the base, were surrounded and outnumbered by Whitago. Emma paled, and Kaldur too. Miiyahbin was glowing, but that did only so much to hold off the Whitago from so many warm spirits, ripe for exacting vengeance.

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Over the River and Through the Woods

A/N: A biker! Bucky AU Christmas time story was what the world needed lol. I’m just contributing to world peace. I made this one a little personal, with the readers mom having died years before. It’s hard out here for us kids with dead parents during the holidays and I wanted to address that.

Word Count: 7k+

Warnings: Pretty SFW but definite hot moments, lots of kissing and cuddling, cursing like a sailor(because it’s who I am as a human) and TOOTH ROTTINGLY SWEET CHRISTMAS FLUFF

Summary: In which Bucky and Y/N attempt to survive not one, but three family Christmas parties on Christmas Eve. Hilarity ensues. A biker!Bucky x Plus size reader AU.

There seems to be this romanticized version of what Christmas is supposed to be like. You know, the Hallmark movie kind? Blanketed with white snow and soundtracked by caroler’s? Yeah? Well you lived in New York. The snow here was only white for a second at most before it turned to grimy slush on the streets and the soundtrack were the usual noises of the inner city; car horn and sirens.

Of course, the city did have it’s magic. Christmas in New York was something that was famed, dreamed about. People came from far and wide to see the lights, to skate the rink at Rockefeller. Bucky had taken you to the tree lighting this year, and although you’d been packed like a sardine along with crowds of other people; it’d been one of the most romantic things you’d ever done with him. Your cheeks had ached for hours afterwards because of all the smiling.

Spending your first Christmas together had been a success so far. Decorating your respective trees with one and other(because you still hadn’t taken that big step and moved in together yet), to decorating the club house with him; you’d had such a good time with Natasha and ,her and Sam’s seven year old daughter Mila. Winding twinkling lights around the bar. Hanging garlands and candy canes and mistletoe. Mila had squealed in protest when Sam had dipped Natasha dramatically under one of them, kissing her showily.

There’d been multiple Christmas movie marathon’s, mostly because the two of you couldn’t manage to get through more then a couple at a time. One of you always ended up falling asleep…or got too handsy under the blankets. Elf(Bucky’s favorite), The Santa Clause, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Love, Actually(your favorite), The Polar Express, Jack Frost(which makes you cry every time, and you swear, Bucky got teary eyed too!) And Nightmare Before Christmas(because you both agree on the big, important, things. Like that face that it’s both a Halloween and a Christmas movie).

You’d baked together. You knew the man was a good chef, but goddamn; his sugar cookies could bring you to your knees. The image of him, in nothing but a tight singlet, a pair of boxers and an apron; his hair twisted into a bun and flour on his bearded cheek was one you’d always hold near and dear to your heart.

You’d even managed to survive Holliday shopping, braving the chaos with a couple of your girlfriends and tackling your insanely long gift list, happy for all that overtime you’d managed to pull because it made you wince even thinking back on how much money you had spent. It’d taken the better part of two hours to wrap them all- mostly because you were a totally OCD about making sure they were all perfectly wrapped, adorned with bows and ribbons.

But the two of you hadn’t even endured the most challenging task of all…

“It’s going to be fucking insane” You cry, your both in your bed. You leaning against the headboard rigidly and Bucky lounging on his side.

“I know, babe”

“There’s no way…”

“We’ll find a way to make it work”

You’d shot him a dubious look. Why did he have to be so…Bucky-like all the time?! Level headed and reassuring. You’d groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“Yeah? Please explain to me how?” You’d muttered into your hands, over dramatically. You were acting like the world was ending. Like you were going to be forced into a war zone.

“We’ve just gotta’ plan it out right” Bucky’d reached over to run his thumb reassuringly over your bare thigh. He knew how you got, knew you were very easily overwhelmed “We’ll go to your families’ first, then mine, then we’ll head to the clubhouse. It wont be that bad, I promise”

Three.

Three different celebrations to go to on Christmas Eve. Why no one celebrated Christmas day, you don’t know. You cursed about it harshly.

“The traffic’s going to be aweful”

“I know” Bucky’s hand is inching dangerously close to your inner thigh. Steadily creeping up.

“How are we even going to eat three different dinners?”

“Will power and perseverance” He shrugs, grinning up at you and you cant help but giggle and card your fingers adoringly through his shaggy hair.

“You’re really feeling the Christmas spirit, huh, babe?” You say sarcastically at his positive outlook “Arent you even freaking out a little bit? Were going to have to drive from Brooklyn to Staten Island and back. On Christmas Eve” You eye him seriously, looking for any falter. For any kink in his shining armor.

“You know I fuckin’ love Christmas, so yeah I’m feelin’ it” Bucky starts “The traffic’s gonna be hell, no doubt. I swear everyone forgets how to drive when there’s a little snow on the ground, but I’m wiling to brave it to spend time with our families” That look he gives you, that beautiful one that made you turn to jelly, calms your nerves. Even if it is just for the moment. Your families. Both of yours. You were going to spend the day surrounded by people you loved and that’s all that really mattered. “Plus, I’ve been dyin’ for your aunt’s mashed potatoes since Thanksgiving”

You giggle and slip down, into his arms. Cuddling into his chest.

“Fine, but you’re being the DD” You tease and the protesting scoff he makes in his throat is hilarious.

“That’s not fair!”

-Christmas Eve-

You’re just finishing up getting ready for the night. It’s almost five, the dusk rolling in. Bucky’s been done getting ready for over an hour and sits on your sofa. He knows better then to rush you; bless that man. You were already stressed out about the night and he didn’t want to get chewed out for asking you if you were done with your makeup.

Which you were. Your face was done up, as usual. Your girly ways in full force. Your lashes long(and false, if that’s up your ally), your brows done. Your highlight gleaming and your contour blended. Your hair fell into loose curls that you had a burn on your forefinger to show for. Picking what to wear had been a little tricky, mostly because you were so indecisive and had changed twice much to Bucky’s dismay because “I really liked that red one, doll! Your tit’s looked amazing”

You’d finally landed on an bardot style gray dress that came down to mid-thigh and a pair of black semi-opaque tights underneath it. You wore your most comfortable pair of spanx, not caring about the outline of your belly because you’d rather be comfortable then smooth for the night. You adorn yourself in gold jewelry; dainty midi rings and a pair of hoops.

“Well damn” You hear Bucky approach as your putting on the earrings and you smile wolfishly at his reflection through the mirror.

“You like?”

“Mhmm, very much” His blue eyes drink in your curves “You should see the way your hips looks from here”

You snort and roll your eyes before going to your shoe rack and snatching up a pair of ebony heeled over the knee boots.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, mister” You grin at him from your place on your bed as you tug on the boots. Bucky looks insanely handsome. Not that that wasn’t usual. Fuck, he was always the prettiest person in the room, but the navy sweater that he wears is snug on his broad chest, paired with dark wash jeans and a pair of dapper looking, hide colored Chelsea style boots was really something. He’s trimmed up his beard and slicked his hair back.

“Well I’ve gotta’ keep up with you, don’t I? I cant have you looking all gorgeous and me looking like a scrub. It’s unsightly”

You scoff out a laugh as you stand, wiggling to adjust everything “Like you’ve ever looked like a scrub a day in your life, Bucky”

You then go up to him, smiling, reaching to press your lips peckingly to his, your hands roaming teasingly light over his chest.

“Merry Christmas Eve, baby” You whisper into his mouth.

“Mmm, Merry Christmas Eve, doll” He replies between little kisses, his arm winding around your thick middle “You smell so good tonight”

“Thank you, I think that might be the cookies, but thank you” He chuckles into your mouth and you swallow it greedily, loving the tickle of his beard. The peek of his tongue, poking out to swipe at your bottom lip enticingly-

“We have to head out soon” You press one last kiss to his lips before pulling away, knowing if you let it, it would go to far and you’d just put on lipstick!

“Why'do you gotta’ be the worst tease all the time?” Bucky sighs through his nose, good naturedly and you shrug innocently, telling him that he loved it and not to pout, because frown lines.

You shrieked when he’d grabbed you and pressed your body into the wall, pinning you with his own.

So you guys could be a little late…

After packing up Bucky’s car with the fuck load of presents and food that you guys were bringing to the parties, you start your journey.

Over the river and through the snow…

More like over the Verrazano Bridge and through the hundreds of other cars on the road.

The drive isn’t so bad, all the radio stations seem to be playing Christmas music and you crank it up and belt your lungs out.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need” You attempt(and fail) to resemble Mariah’s sultry voice and Bucky think’s your sexy even when you’re terribly off key as you crook your finger over his cheek, his jaw, and under his chin.

“I just want you for my own, more then you could ever know. Make my wish come true(you both cant help but laugh out loud at the way your voice breaks) All I want for Christmas is you”

The rest of the ride goes a lot like that. You annoying your boyfriend, as usual, and him being totally amused by your antics. Also as usual.

Your childhood home, in Staten Island, is first on the roster.

When he parks down the street because of all of the other parked vehicles you take a deep breath and look to him for reassurance.

“Let’s rock this shit?” You announce and he grins at you like maybe your the sun.

“Definitely, doll”

It’s chaos. Twinkling, red and green colored chaos in your grandmothers house. Your Aunt’s and Uncles, and great Aunts and Uncles and littering cousins and siblings are all in the small space. Your family was big, like crazy big, and they all seemed to be condensed into the house. There’s at least twenty(thirty) people already there and at least half of them are children. Screaming, wild kids. You squeeze Bucky’s hand, because yeah he’d met them before, had survived Thanksgiving, but still…

“They’re here. Y/N and Bucky are here!” Your Aunt Gina, one of many, announces loudly. Her Staten Island native accent thick “Come in, come in! You’re letting all the heat out”

Your family is handsy. That’s just the blunt truth. Touchy and over the top.

She pulls you both in and you balance the platter of cookies inbetween you as she hugs you both tight. Bone cracking tight

“Look at you! Don’t you look pretty, Sal! Sal, doesn’t she look so pretty?!” Her voice is loud in your ear, her hand never heaving your shoulder. That’s how most all of the introductions go as you make your way through the room, snug hugs. Cheek kisses. Bucky even survives your Aunt Ang and her full on mouth kisses. Your only the hot commodity for a moment, another one of your family members showing up soon after. Thank god. You put the presents under the tree with the mountains of others and take off your coats, hanging them in the over flowing coat closet.

The atmosphere is bustling and lively and you can tell the drinks have been flowing.

Everyone was talking over each other. Energy sparking the way it always does at Holliday gatherings. Just barley subdued, the possibilities of arguments high.

You and Bucky make your rounds, making sure to mingle and speak with most everyone just a little before settling down in the kitchen with your sister and a few of your favorite cousins…

All of their eye’s red rimmed.

“You guys are so stoned” Bucky chuckles after a moment of talking to them. It’s met with giggles and jumbled answers and ‘were going to head out back soon if you wanna’ come, man"

“Nah, I’m drivin, or else most definitely I would”

“You down, Y/N?” Your cousin asks next and you shake your head vehemently.

“Hell no, the last time I smoked with you I couldn’t stand for an hour! I was stuck on that couch! Aunt Vicki almost called an ambulance, do you remember that?” The memory brings on rounds of laughter, spurs on even more embarrassing stories. Childhood ones- the teenaged ones were the worse and you blush and as Bucky digs for more, in stiches at stories of your life.

He’s good at this, talking. Being charming and helpful and warm.

Everyone loves him, as they always had and he helps your grandmother serve food. Holds his own with your uncles, doesn’t flinch as your younger cousins hang on him like monkeys, or ask about his prosthetic arm.

“He is so handsome its almost hard to look at him for too long” You’re standing with a group of women, all of them your blood.

You beam proudly “Isn’t he though?”

“How the hell’d you catch a man like that, Y/N?” one of your cattier cousins asks and it stings, yeah, but you shrug it off. Having a big family meant you’d grown up with thick skin. Learned to not take anything to personally early.

“Some men like a woman with a little meat on her bones!” Another of your cousins snaps at her. Another slight wince. It had nothing to do with body types.

“I aint tryin’ to start anything!” Catty cousin defends, lying “I’m just sayin’ he looks like a Calvin Klein model! I mean even Beyoncé married a Jay-Z. Y/N, got lucky! That’s all”

“Hun, you better hold on to that one tight. Suck his dick when he wakes up. Suck his dick when you make him breakfast, suck his dick before he goes to work-” one of your various Aunts gives you her 'relationship motto’

Oh, how you love family gatherings.

“It had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with self respect” You smile, because that’s all you can do. You know that this could easily turn into a fight, and you refused to do that in your grandmothers home. “And auntie, I don’t know if my jaw could handle all that”

“If anything he’s the lucky one” Your sister interjects, her eyes hard at your cousin “Did you tell them about that promotion you got a work? Fucking crazy. She beat out a shit ton'a people for it!”

You swing an arm around her neck and kiss her cheek. You’d always been close, always been each others support.

And that’s how you end up doing shots.

A shot for your promotion.

A shot for your Uncle’s company getting the deal he’d been working on.

A shot for your Aunt remodeling her house?

And finally, one for your mother. May god rest her soul.

Luckily the spread is large enough for you to balance the liquor in your stomach with food. Your left pleasantly tipsy, but not drunk. It takes the edge off of things for the couple of hours that you and Buck spend with your family. He nurses the same beer the whole time, turning down any hard alcohol which you commend him on because you came from a long line of peer pressures. You both make sure not to eat too much, knowing that you had two more meals to go through.

Your family, luckily, decides to open presents early this year. A lot of them working early in the morning, needing to leave before it got too late. It’s a mess of multi colored wrapping paper as the presents are dibbied out and then torn into. You have a small pile infront of you and it makes you happy that your Aunt Gina, your sister and your grandmother had taken the time to get Bucky gifts too(they were your inner family, and had spent more time with him then anyone)

You end up with a pile of makeup, gift cards, home goods a pair of pajamas and socks. Lot’s of socks. That was your families thing. Everyone in the room had been fixed some.

Bucky holds up his own pair of fuzzy socks with a grin.

“You’re a real part of the family now, Bucky!” Your sister teases drunkly, but seriously and you agree with a nod and a kiss you his cheek.

“We’ve accepted you as our own”

You don’t stay long after that, and saying goodbyes is as long and taking as the introductions had been. You hug your grandmother tight, telling her how much you loved her and she pets your hair thanking you for your gift(a large, iron vined framed picture of all of the grandkids) and whispering in your ear that it was her favorite. Your Aunt Gia gives you a “Do ya’ really have to go? Oh, alright. Drive safe, baby. It’s nuts out there!” As you exit out into the bitter December air. The walk to the car sobers you back up real quick.

“We survived” you cheer melodramatically, digging your hands into the pockets of your trench coat for warmth.

“I told you we would be fine!” Bucky chuckles as you slide into his car, he instantly cranks up the heat.

“I don’t know, I almost lost my life back there a few times” you jest playfully as he pulls out into the street “They all love you like crazy, you know that? My cousins want to steal you from me”

“Well it doesn’t surprise me, I’m a lovable guy-” you roll your eyes at him “But I’ve already found the only L/N I want” he takes your hand, holding the wheel one handed and presses a kiss to your knuckles. It makes your chest ache.

“I love you” You tell him, honestly. Wholey.

“'Love you too, dollface- did you really used to sneak guys in through your window?” He chuckles and you shake your head.

“I was sixteen, Buck, shut up”

“I just don’t get how you could even fit 'em through there! That basement Windows like a foot across”

“I was a crafty teenager, okay?”

“Crafty? Or bad?”

“Bad” You confess “Definatley so bad. I gave my mom a run for her money” the end is noted with sadness. Melancholy. Even though your mother had passed years ago, holidays never failed to bring the memory of her to the surface.

Bucky’s been noticing it all night, keeping his tongue in cheek. Not knowing exactly how to comfort you.

“You okay, baby?” He asks and you shake your head and nod, giving him a soft smile. “Of course!”

“Okay…you let me know if you’re not. Okay?” He kisses your hand again, eyes not leaving the road. And you kiss his back. “Okay”

The ride back into the city is a BITCH, and it’s filled with both you and Bucky’s curses. The traffic is ridiculous and it takes over an hour to get to Bucky’s parents house.

“Stupid fuckin’ cocksucker. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you! Learn how to drive!”

Bucky is an it imitating specimen of a man, you don’t blame the guy in the other car for not yelling back.

The duplex that Bucky grew up in is prettily lit up in Christmas lights and he parks in the drive way and you two rush in with arm fills of gifts and food.

Bucky’s family gathering is much smaller then yours had been. More intimate, less chaotic for sure. His mother, Winni greets you at the door. Hugging you both tightly and leading you into the living room where everyone’s gathered. There’s Rebecca, the eldest of Bucky’s sisters and her two sons, his sister Bonnie is helping his dad, George tinker with the TV and Lizzie, the baby of the family, was on the couch with her girlfriend, laughing with Steve and Peggy about something you couldn’t hear.

Of course Steve was there. Why wouldn’t he be? The Barnes had adopted him into the family decades ago. There might not have been the paper work that came with adopting all of their other children, but still.

You chit chat with Winnie about how bad the drive had been and she teases that she was surprised her son hadn’t gotten out of the car and started a brawl, him and his awful case of road rage.

“No, Ma’, I do have a little self restraint. I’m not like Steve here who couldn’t keep his fists to himself to save his life” Bucky pokes fun at his best friend as they do their man-shake half hug thing.

“Merry Christmas, Punk”

You just walk around them to full hug a very pregnant Peggy. Allowing them to Brokeback Mountian with eachother as they always did.

“Help haul me off this thing, would you?” She begs, reaching up and you laugh and help her to her feet. She really was going to pop any day now.

She blows a whisp of dark hair from her eyes “I can’t wait til’ this child is out of me”

“I bet” you sympathize as you embrace Lizzie, who introduces you to her girlfriend “at least you’re a cute pregnant lady”

“Hah!” Peggy deadpans in response.

Steve hugs you tight, and you giggle at the scrape of his beard. Bucky tells Peggy she’s glowing, like the charmer he is. Squeezes from Rebecca and Bonnie come next and George claps both of you on the shoulder, before dragging Bucky off to the garage show him some new car parts he’d gotten in. Georgie, Becca’s oldest trails them and Steve perks up and looks at Peggy longingly.

“Go on” she sighs and he pecks her cheek in thanks before hopping up to follow.

“You can only stay in there until dinners ready!” Winnie hollers behind them “I’m dead serious, if you’re not back in here when this ham comes outta’ the oven I’m dragging you all back in this house by your ears. You hear me!”

Each of them men give her a “yes mam” and you spire to be Winifred Barnes when you grow up.

Being at Bucky’s parents is relaxing, it’s nice and calm and you talk with the women idly. Helping out with dinner here and there, catching up with Bucky’s sisters and Peggy. You end up with Rebecca’s youngest son, Conner, in your lap. As usual. You loved the 5 year old and luckily, that love was reciprocated.

“You happy to see your girlfriend, Con?” Becca teases her son who just glares at her a little. With those signature stormy blue he shared with his mother and Uncle.

“She ain’t my girlfriend, Mommy, she’s Uncle Buck’s!” He corrects her sternly. “Duh”

It earns him laughs and coo’s.

“Uh huh, your right, But don’t duh me, ya hear” Rebecca warns, lightly, before she joins her mom in the kitchen.

“You excited to have one of your own?” Bonnie questions Peggy who rubs her purtruding stomach for a moment.

“Yeah” She nods “I think I’m more excited to be able to drink wine again, though. It’s killing me to watch you all. You have no idea how lucky you are”

“I’ve heard it’s okay for pregnant women to drink a glass of wine a day” Lizzie chimes.

“Uh huh, you try telling Steve that” Peggy rolls her dark eyes.

“He still in crazy over protective papa bear mode?” You wonder, knowingly. He’d been extremely dutiful during the duration of her pregnancy. Highlight extreme.

“Yep” Is all Peggy says, the two of you sharing a look. You spent a good chunk of your time with her, obviously, and she’s become a good friend. She’d vented to you many a time about lumberjack, dad to be Steve who forgot that she was a trained cop.

“Oh my gosh, you just fucking wait Y/N. When you and Bucky start to have kids he’s going to be a thousand times worse” Lizzie giggles “He literally walked me to and from school til’ junior year when I begged him to stop. I can only imagine him as a dad”

Your ears burn at that and you bite your lips together as you try to stay casual. Had you thought about baring Bucky Barnes’ children before? Yes. Many times. But to hear it out loud was something else.

“You and Uncle Buck are gonna’ have babies?” Connor asks you and you almost choke on your spit.

“Maybe one day, buddy, I don’t know” you answer him, honestly, and he mules it over, deep in thought.

“If he sperms you, right?”

Oh hell no.

He says it so confidently and bluntly that you don’t know how to react. His aunts laugh and Peggy bites her fist, her cherry red lips pulled into a grin.

“What? That’s what Toby said! Stop laughing at me!” And you just hug the child’s head to your chest because bless his soul, you knew he was going to get teased about this forever.

You venture out into the cold of the backyard to retrieve the men for dinner, braving the winter air that is specked with little flakes of white. They dizzily swirl from the sky and you take a moment to revel in it. Wrapped in your coat, your tilt your face upwards and breath the frigid air into your lungs. Your still just the tiniest bit tipsy and it feels good to be in the quiet, your cheeks that had been flushed since you’d left your grandmothers welcome the cool night.

That only lasts for a minute or so. You do, after all, have a dress and tights on so you hurry into the garage in order not to turn into an icicle.

Bucky’s under his father’s jacked up, classic Thunderbird, and little Georgie’s handing him tools. Steve and George senior are under the hood and none of them seem to realize you’d walked in. They’re all so animated, chattering excitedly about the car.

“Mhmhm” You cough to make your presence known and three pairs or eyes turn to you, Bucky’s head peeks out at you from under the car “I come as the messenger; Winnie said you all better get your butt’s inside before she has to come out here herself”

George sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose and grumbling that “They’d better get in, that woman doesn’t mess around” before shuffling out of the garage, stopping to squeeze your shoulder fondly before shouting “You better shut that hood real delicately, Steve! And Don’t leave anything loose down there, Buck!” then he’s gone. Little George right after him, tugging on his hand.

“You heard the man” You sass as you lean against the door frame, amused. Watching the two beefy men make sure to leave their father’s car as he’d asked.

Bucky, being Bucky, couldn’t go one day without tinkering with some kind of vehicle and his fingers are mucky, stained black from the underbelly of the Firebird and he had a smear of it on his forehead. You just grin and lick your thumb, ushering him closer so that you can wipe it away fondly. Your grease monkey of a boyfriend.

Dinner is delicious. Too delicious. You stuff your self to the brim with Ham and all the trimmings and sides. Bucky’s family really can cook, you suspect he’d gotten his chef like skills from his mother and father. Peggy eats her body weight in the decadent lasagna and Steve eats so many deviled eggs that he ends up having to pop the button on his jeans. Bucky’s head lulls onto your shoulder after he feasts his way through three heaping plates, barley able to move.

“I don’t know if I can eat anything else for a week” He grumbles into your ear and you pat his cheek.

“Positive thoughts and perseverance, baby” you chime back at him.

The second round of present opening of the night is a happy little affair. Bucky’s mom likes the candle set you’d gotten her(along with the spa appointments to go with them) and his dad is happy for the robe and new foot massager that he could plug into his favorite chair. His sisters are grateful for their gift cards and Bath&Body Works products. Georgie and Connor go to rip open the LEGO sets you and Bucky had gotten for themalmost instantly and Becca hollers for them to clean up their messes.

“Y/N, Bucky, oh my god” Peggy gasps as she unwraps her gift. It’s an set of Ornaments, customized and ornate with her ultrasound pictures encapsulated in each. Steve laughs as he pulls out the Harley Davidson crib mobile from his own box. You and Bucky had worked hard on their gifts and seeing them so happy made both of you beam excitedly.

Each of Bucky’s sister gets you a gift a gift card to Sephora, a LUSH bag full of goodies and from Lizzie your eyes widen as you look into the bag that was labeled “To: Buck & Y/N. Love you lots, Lizzie. Have Fun!”

It’s two boxes, one labeled 'Naughty Dice’ and the other a 'Love is Art: Body Painting Kit’

You try to keep the giddy, nervous giggles at bay and Bucky glares at her “Lizzie!”

“What? I’m just trying to help you keep the romance alive!” She protests innocently “They’re really fun, I promise. I’ve played them myself” She winks an Bucky grimaces and shakes his head, telling his Ma’ that she didn’t want to see what was in the bag when Winnie insisted he show her. Secretly, you were more then a little excited to play with them later.

You spend only an hour or so more with them, digesting and laughing a drinking. Both you and Buck have your fair share of scotch with his father. The Clubhouse wasn’t far from here, and since both Steve and Peggy were staying sober(“If she cant drink, neither can I”) they’d agreed that one of them would drive Bucky’s car for him.

You leave the Barnes household warm and happy. Full and carrying bags of presents and wrapped up left overs that Bucky’s mom insisted you take with you. You decide that you and Peggy would go in her car since she had driven and Steve would drive behind you with Bucky in his. Luckily, you’d happened to park the two cars beside each other so the pack up and arranging wasn’t hard.

You’re drunk. Not shitfaced, or wasted, but drunk. To where the cold doesn’t affect you and you hang on Bucky for longer then necessary, kissing him over and over, sucking on his bottom lip unabashedly. He’s a little drunk himself, so he just clutches you tighter and reciprocates by nipping the side of your mouth.

“Christ, you guys!” Steve laughs, interrupting the two of you “It’s a ten minute drive. He’s not going off to Nam! Let’s go!”

“You’re just jealous” Bucky shoots at him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. His breaths come out in vapor like puffs due to the cold.

“You taking a jab at my relationship, Barnes?” Peggy glares ruefully at him, before she slips into the drivers seat of his car.

“No mam, I don’t have the balls for that” You laugh and separate from him “Don’t let her crash my baby” Bucky teases.

“I am a far better driver then you could ever hope to be!” Peggy hollers at him.

You and Peggy spend the short drive belting out 'Jingle Bell Rock’, you much more animated then her in your inebriated state. She humors you all the same though.

“I love you so much, Peg, you know that?” You tell her earnestly as you pull up to the Clubhouse, the bright lettered sign of “The Tower: Home of the Howling Commando’s” proud and bright on the window outside. Usually, the biker bar full to the brim, the parking lot over flowing, but tonight was a members only night and only familiar cars and bikes were parked out front.

“I love you too, Y/N” Peggy shakes her head with a chuckle as she finds a space, and then unbuckles.

“No seriously, I don’t know how I ever would have adjusted to this whole "Old Lady” thing without you" You continue “Your like my british biker fairy god mother”

And Peggy informs you that she was going to have that etched into her tombstone with a bark out laughter.

The bar is cozy and filled with family. Not blood family, but maybe something even more important then that. The family that Bucky had chosen for himself, the family that had accepted you with open arms. You’d think a biker bar full of big men in leathers would be more ominous, right?

Wrong.

Thor was hurrying out of the kitchen with a tray of piping hot cookies, his brother Loki right behind him hissing about him having burnt them. Bruce is nursing a mug of what you knew wasn’t only hot coco, a dopey smile on his face as he belted out carols with Happy. Tony had a santa hat perched haphazardly on his head and sat with the kids at the smaller kiddy table that had been dragged out, insisting his adoptive son Peter join them. Peter, who insisted he was seventeen and not seven played on his phone, his mom, Pepper next to him subtly taking pictures of her Santa capped husband. Natasha and Sam were cuddled up at that bar with Wanda, Vis and Pietro. Clint’s behind the bar as usual, mixing up wonky looking eggnog cocktails that you knew were probably killer. Pietro reaches across the wood to press a kiss to his knuckles.

It’s a sight, a beautiful one. A magical one and you truly feel lucky to have all these people in your life. You could cry, but you didn’t want to mess up your eye makeup.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” Sam boomed, coming over “We were thinking ya’ll got lost out there in that storm, just bout'a come find you”

“It’s been a long night, bird brain. I told ya’ we’d be a little late” Bucky hugs the man good heartedly “I bet you demolished all the Budwisers already, huh?”

“You snooze you loose, Sarge. All that’s left are the 'Lite’s’” Sam grins.

The atmosphere here is your favorite of the night. Filled with joy, everyone talking to one an other. Enjoying each other. Most comfortable and at peace with each other. There’s many drinks that are drank and many stories told. There’s hugging and god awful singing and the crew of Bikers letting loose like they always did. It was like any other night with them, except with spiked eggnog and Christmas trees. It’s laid back and relaxed and you sit in the circle of Bucky’s arms content, your head resting on his shoulder as you engage in multiple conversations easily.

At the stroke of midnight; you all open gifts. There’s a ton of them, everyone had gotten everyone a little something.

Except for Tony, ever luxurious, who had gotten everyone not so little somethings.

It’s funny, that they give each other everything from sweaters and baking mittens(for Thor), to X-Boxes and nerdy gifts galore, to numerous bike parts. Eclectic, just like they are. You end up with another little pile of gifts; your favorites a glittery gold thermos, furry slippers and that pair of sunglasses that Natasha had seen you ogle at the mall. Peggy and Steve gift you a Harry Potter collectors book kit and you squeal out loud. “Oh my god, I love it!”

And Tony and Pepper give you and Bucky a-

“Holy shit, Tone!” Bucky gasps as you open up the huge present, an 84’ high definition smart TV.

“I thought it would go nice in the living room. You know, with all of the redecorating you’re about to be do-” Bucky cuts him off with glare at the same time that Pepper slaps his chest.

“Redecorating?” You ask, suspicious, looking up at your boyfriend “Why are you redecorating?”

“Don’t worry about it doll” Bucky murmurs, easily distracting you with that dimpled smile You let it drop, but you don’t forget it. You gnaw on it the rest of the night, silently. Laughing and having a good time with your friends but still thinking about it in the back of your head.

It’s a little after two when you and Bucky drag yourselves and the piles of gifts up to his apartment, above the bar.

“We made it” He smiles at you as you yank off your uncomfortable heeled boots and plop onto his sofa with a groan.

“I’m so tired” You wine. So tired and drunk and full. You honestly just wanted to crawl into Bucky’s bed and crash but he reminded you that you had yet to exchange presents with each other.

“Oh yeah!”

You gaze at his little tree, and the gifts that lay under them. You’d wanted it to be more intimate, just you and him for these.

“Can we go get changed first? I think these spanx are cutting off the circulation to my brain” You announce and he snorts and tells you of course. You end up in your panties and one of Bucky’s giant shirts that fit even your curvy body loosely. It didn’t go down to your knees or anything, and he could see your ass cheeks peek out from the bottom of it but it was comfy and soft and smelled like him. The two of you make yourselves comfortable on the floor infront of the lit tree, sitting criss cross opposite of eachother.

Bucky hands you the gifts he’s gotten you, and he’s not going to lie; he went a little crazy on you this year. Wanting to spoil the ever loving shit out of his girl. There’s big boxes and small boxes and bags. About ten or more of them and you grin and blush as he gives them to you. You then hand him his own, there were a few less, but then again you’d dropped a pretty penny on some of them so it made up for it. Not that he cared, about the amount. At all. He just felt special enough that the two of you were here, together.

“Ready?” He grins at you and you nod eagerly, biting your lip. “How do you wanna do this? One after the other? Or let’s just go crazy?”

“One after the other!” You insist “I want to see your reactions!”

And so that’s what you do. You open one, and then he does.

You go first one of the bigger boxes; a Michael Kors bag that you had been dying over for months.

“Baby!” You smile. “I love it”

“It cost a car payment” He teases and you pout “But that’s okay, I’m happy you like it”

Then him. He goes for one of the boxes too-

“What the fuck!”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah I like it, Y/N, oh my god” He looks at the new iPad with shocked eyes. He’d been complaining about needing an updated one, that he needed it to manage the garage better.

You: A collection of Mac lipsticks

Him: A nice, antique-esque shaving kit

You: A huge fuzzy blanket to add to your collection

Him: A new pair of riding sunglasses and gloves. Stylish ones, dark leather.

You hold up the striped pink Victoria’s secret bag “Is this for me or you, huh?”

“Let’s just say they’re for the both of us” Bucky grins and you dig through the lacy panties and bras that he’d bought. All in your size, when he’d asked your breast size you’d known this was why. They’re pretty, right up your alley cause he knows what you like. Blacks and creams, eyelash lace and delicate bows. You hold up one set though, that’s bright red and eye catching.

“That one’s definitely for me though” He licks his lips and you smirk at him.

He’s gone to all of your favorite stores; LUSH, Sephora, Target. He’d even made a trip to that little metaphysical store in SOHO, the witchy one you liked so much and gotten you crystals. You loved every gift you opened, because you could tell he’d really thought about you with each.

He’s more then surprised at what you get him; the parts for that Harley he was building from the ground up. Expensive, rare ones that he knew had to have been a bitch to hunt down. He gawks at you.

“Steve helped” You giggle. You’d got him his favorite cologne, and a couple records because he was old fashioned and he could add them to his collection. You’d taken the time to go to a nice lingerie store, one that specialized in plus sizes, and had purchased a striking, red bustier set with a matching barley there lace thong and garters. You knew it was his favorite color on you.

Bucky groans and fingers the fabric as he looks it over “I think this one’s my favorite, doll”

“Shut up!” You giggle, ushering him to open your last gift. You chew on your lip, hoping he liked it as you watch him unwrap and unbox it.

Bucky was very attached to his tattered leather riding jacket. He’d had it for years, and you weren’t sure that getting him a new one had been a good idea, but when you’d seen it you’d just had to order it. It looked just like his lucky one, except new, not falling apart.

“Where did you get this?” He wonders as his eyes trail over it.

“A website from this little boutique in Manhattan”

He cant believe it…it’s almost identical to the one he’d had since his early twenties he stands so that he can shrug into it, nearly gasping at the fit.

How in the hell?…

“Do you like it?” You whisper up at him as he stares down at you.

“I fuckin’ love it Y/N! Holy shit” He rolls his shoulders, amazed. You beam and stand up too.

“There’s another little thing” You feel the most nervous for this as you pull on his let arm, cuffing the leather so that the inside revealed a little trinket dangling from the inside of the sleeve. It’s a gold and heartshaped, almost like a tiny locket and as he raised his arm to inspect it he see’s both of your initials engraved into it.

“Remember how on that first date we went on, you told me you wear your heart on your sleeve?” Your words are barley above a whisper as your big, doll like eyes, gaze up at him. The knot in his throat has him nearly panting as he rests his forehead against your own.

“I love you so goddamn much” He says, his breath fanning out across your face and you bask in his praise, his knuckles gently rasp against your cheek and you feel like you might burst. Or melt. One of the two. You stay like that for a moment before he pulls back.

“I’ve got one more for you” He tells you, reaching into the drawer of the table and pulling out a small box.

Your stomach does knots. Your mind goes haywire

That’s a jewelry box, no doubt. He hands it to you and you just stare at it blankly for a moment.

“Well open it, Y/N” He laughs and you exhale a shaky breath and do as he says.

The ring inside of it is gorgeous, a small little oval diamond, encased by opal stones on a simple white gold band, your eyes snap up to his in alarm.

“It’s not an engagement ring” He reassures fast and you untense- just a little as he slides it onto your left ring finger “It’s a promise ring, because I know we’ve only been together nine months, but they’ve been the best of my life. As fuckin’ cheesy as that sounds. I know that one day, your the woman I’m going to marry. I don’t want anyone else, ever again. And so I vow myself to you with this. I’m only loyal to you, baby. I’m only yours, I got myself one too”

Why are you crying? You cant stop the tears that roll down your cheeks. You feel overwhelmed, so loved. In a way that you’d never experienced before him.

“These are happy tears I hope” He laughs, nervously, catching the moisture with his thumb.

“Yes, fuck yes. They’re happy, baby. I’m so happy” You croon as you finally pull yourself together enough to throw your arms around his neck and press kiss after kiss to his lips. His cheeks, his chin, his nose. Anywhere you can reach. He giggles and leans into the onslaught of kisses.

“Wait, there’s more”

“More?” You ask. What more? How? He pulls up the lapel to the box to reveal a key. You take it out and inspect it, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes calculating.

“It’s to here” Bucky clarifies “To this apartment” you still don’t understand so he goes on “I know your lease is up in January and I figured…Y/N, do you want to move in here with me? I know it’s not the Taj Mahal or anything, but I thought we could redecorate. Make it feel like your space too, you know? So that you don’t just feel like a guest…I want to share this with you. I want to share a home with you, because I fuckin’ hate waking up with out you. I know were probably going to irritate the shit outta’ eachother, but I don’t care. I want to live with you”

Crying. You’re crying again and you wordlessly jump back into his arms, and he stumbles a little bit, but catches you none the less, like he always does. Like he always will.

“Yes, yes” You manage to get out between tears and he just holds you tight, grinning like a mad man. Like someone who’d just won the lottery.

“Merry Christmas, baby doll”

A Merry Christmas it was, indeed.

Wow this was long and so fluff filled I’m almost feeling sick to my stomach. Little blurbs and background facts from the story:

-Bucky is adopted, Rebecca is is biological sister but the Barnes adopted all of their children.

-Clint and Laura are divorced but still get along and are close friends and he and Pietro are in a relationship.

-Tony and Pepper adopted Peter when he was a few years back after Aunt May passed

-Bucky owns both the bar, the above apartment and the garage that’s attached to it.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m really thinking about developing this into a full length story, what do you guys think? Leave me some feedback! I love reading your comments, I love connecting with you all on here.

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Oh yeah I've been having small anonymous roleplays with a few users one of them being ashxrsbeloveds and that sure was angsty. They almost lost Lilibeth to my antogonist OC, Vraskor and almost reviving the pain and sadness of losing Lilith.

I did make them identical twins, Lilith and Lilibeth both have pink to purple hair, teal eyes they also have tan skin like Mammon. But to not look so identical to Lilith, Lilibeth cuts a bit of her hair and leaves it to ears length. Now as a fallen angel/demoness Lili wears tomboyish clothes, as she doesn't really like dresses. Is not so girly and prefers the guys stuff better over the girly stuff. Let's say that Lucifer and Diavolo still have the interactions in game canon, but Lucifer doesn't accept being the right hand automatically, I changed it that it takes at least sometime for him to swear loyalty to Diavolo and in here I changed it that he swore loyalty to have a better place and conditions for all of them to live their demon life. Before moving into the House of Lamentation they all live in an apartment but not a great apartment to say the least. They went through hard times until the ultimate decision Lucifer makes.

Beel and Belphie feel rather angsty when it comes to Lili and how she looks like Lilith but that doesn't prevent to be close. In fact Beel's quite protective of her and won't allow the whole family to go through sorrow again about losing another sister. Belphie in his own way is there for Lili. He still despises humans(since no human comes to the House of Lamentation there isn't a lesson 16 incident) and some of the human hatred rubs on Lili since that was what caused the Celestial War in first place. Lilith's choice to save the life of her human lover and such. Lili didn't get to be a part of the CW because Lilith hid her since she didn't want her to witness all the chaos. She feels totally bad for having Lilith die in her place and sometimes she wishes it was her who died and not Lilith.

That's the AU that I have at the moment! I changed some things of canon and added it my fanon. Also Satan exists but he is just indifferent toward Lilibeth since we know he wasn't there before everyone was an angel he came out of Lucifer so he's more wrathful and simply can't feel the same sorrow the others do over Lilith. It makes me feel odd to have Satan come out as an infant, so he's full grown the moment of his birth.

OH Okay that’s definitely the roleplay I saw!! Small world! And gosh that was an intense roleplay, I didn’t follow it reply by reply but everytime I’d come across it on my dash I’d be like ‘:0 wait i gotta see what’s happened now’

I feel like all the changes you made to fit the world to include Lilibeth make good sense! I can see Lucifer eventually forcing himself to swallow his pride just to help his family out since I’m quite sure that a lot of the Devildom would’ve been pretty horrible to them considering their past as angels. Having Diavolo on their side and elevating them to royalty status would’ve helped a lot, despite the added pressure of having to wrangle everyone up into behaving like the royals they become. He loves his family too much to have them continuing to struggle they way they sound like they did in your AU. Or how it sounds like they did in my head according to your AU :P

And interesting that Lilibeth sides with Belphie with his hatred for humans! A take that makes sense imo since I’m sure that as some of the youngest, it’s sound logic to me that she’d place blame on them and would also have to hear Belphie taking his anger out on the human lover. It’s easy to believe that she’d be in denial that her twin purposely decided to save a human over staying with them, and having Lilith hide her during the war would of course add to Lilibeth’s own guilt.

AND YES TO SATAN BEING BIRTH AS AN ADULT!! And yeah I like that he’s indifferent toward Lilibeth… It reads very much like adopting a new member of the family after the loss of another. He comes with his own baggage and wasn’t part of the experience, so of course he doesn’t really relate.

Sorry it took a while to get to your ask but I like your AU a lot! How do you think things would happen if the exchange program happened in your AU? Would Lucifer have to lock Lilibeth away too? What would save MC from Belphie’s murderous rampage? So much /meat/ mmmmm