#hE THINKS THAT FORMER GOD DID HIS BEST!!! HE DIDNT MEANT TO LAUGH AT HIS CREATIONS REALLY HE WAS LAUGHING AT CUCUMBER BRO

[nibbelraz]

What a beautiful story! Too bad his King didn't hear all of it...

My first art for @moshangevents Moshang DUALXDUAL Event! With @armyoftoads prompt of Mobei Jun being unable to sleep, prompting Shang Qinghua to tell his beloved a magnificent story that he most definitely just made up! (Definitely not real and all about himself)

[thechangeling]

Say my name or I won't survive

This is an extension of my headcannon for non binary Kit. He uses he/they pronouns. Kit comes out to Jessa as nonbinary.

Tw: mentions of transphobia/enbyphobia

A lot had happened since that conversation with Magnus. Kit usually didn't like to make a habit out of breaking down in people's arms. But it had become clear in that moment that they needed to talk to someone. That they needed to face the things they had been pushing down, trying to avoid.

Kit was currently standing in front of the mirror in his bedroom. Magnus had let them take some clothes that had been magically altered to fit Kit. Just so he could experiment with wearing them.

So far he hadn't made it out of his room wearing a dress or a skirt, but Kit was trying to take baby steps. Well mostly they were just scared. Scared of what Jem and Tessa would say.

Scared of what everyone would say. Like what if he was just making everything up? Or maybe he was just confused? Shadowhunters were big on tradition. Asking people to use different pronouns for Kit and stop using his full name might be a challenge for some people.

Like Jace, their brain supplied.

Kit stared at their reflection on the mirror. Magnus had started teaching them how to apply makeup and experiment with it. Kit confessed that when they were younger they used to steal eyeliner and lipstick from drug stores and put it on when Johnny was otherwise occupied. Kit was still no where near Magnus's level of talent but they were pretty good.

Kit had done simple makeup today, not looking for anything too crazy, just a little mascara to make his eyes pop and concealer to cover his light bruising from training. He hadn't wanted to look too girly during this conversation, he figured it was better to ease Tessa and Jem into this whole thing.

Also Kit didn't always feel like looking too girly, even though as Magnus constantly reminded them, clothes and makeup didnt have a gender. They liked playing around with different concepts, different styles. The societal ideas of femininity and masculinity were just that, ideas. There were no real rules, not when Kit stopped playing the game.

They stared at themself in the vanity mirror, trying to think of exactly what Kit was going to say to Jem and Tessa. Just saying the words, "I'm nonbinary" didn't seem good enough. They felt like they needed to give a proper explanation of their feelings and experiences or else they would be accused of faking it.

The urge to prove ones validly, the need to make sure people knew he was real and he wasnt crazy, it was more importent then anything. It was infuriating. Knowing that his experiences could be so easily dismissed as delusional feelings.

Not trans enough. Not cis enough. Not gay enough. Not straight enough. Kit's mere existence was a controversy on it's own. It was exhausting enough to make Kit want to abandon the whole idea of coming out again all together. Maybe it was easier just to smile and nod everytime someone misgendered them. Ignore the clenching of their stomach and the punch to the chest that came with it.

Smile and nod and be the man he was meant to be. But he had been doing that for 18 years and he couldn't survive it much longer. Kit needed to come out. People needed to acknowledge his reality and use the proper pronouns for him.

Or else Kit was going to wither away, shrivel up into something unrecognizable. A shell of their former self. They were going to die if they had to hear "Christopher" one more time.

The only time it was tolerable was when Ty said it. Kit could almost pretend that he could be the person Ty thought he was, if it would make Ty happy. He used to think that he could let himself wither away and die as long as Ty was ok. As long as Ty was safe and happy.

But that wasnt ok. That wasnt fair. Kit deserved to be safe and happy as well. One of the things they had learned with Jem and Tessa was that Kit deserved to put themself first sometimes. Kit deserved good things despite what Johnny Rook had made them believe. Kit wanted Ty to be ok. They wanted Ty in general.

But Kit needed this.

He took a deep breath and exited his room, heading downstairs to the kitchen where Jem was cooking breakfast and Tessa was trying to get Mina to settle down. Everyone looked up as soon as Kit entered the room.

"Kitty!!!" Mina screamed excitedly, waving her arms around. Tessa shushed her fondly, scolding her for yelling.

"Good morning Christopher," Jem said with kind a smile. "How did you sleep?"

Kit tried to ignore the way their stomach clenched at the sound of their birth name. Dead name, their brain supplied. They needed to tell Tessa and Jem. Kit slid into a nearby chair with a heavy sigh.

"I need to talk to you guys about something," he muttered, trying not to sound too nervous or dejected. Tessa and Jem shared a worried glance.

"Is everything alright Kit?" Tessa asked sparing Mina a glance, probably wondering if she should be removing her from this conversation. Kit shut his eyes briefly and took a breath.

"Yeah I hope so. I just need to tell you something," Kit ran their fingers through their curls. Jem and Tessa watched them, waiting patiently. Kit tried to ignore the shakiness of their breath and the way their palms.

"Here's the thing," Kit began. "You might not get it but I need to ask you to respect it ok?

He didn't wait for their responses. "I'm nonbinary. Which basically means that I'm neither male nor female. I'm something else, something seperate. I don't know I guess I just think of myself as a person who doesn't really have much of a gender," he was staring at the tabletop refusing to make eye contact. "It's just sort of like, if you think of the colour spectrum as gender, I would be a blurry watercolour. A mixture if all kinds of different things and sometimes some colours are more vibrant then others. And then sometimes it's just gray."

Kit wasnt sure if any of this was really making any sense but they knew they had to try. Jem and Tessa were both still silent. Mina was happily chomping down on her breakfast and ignoring all of them. Kit took this as a sign to continue.

"I don't exactly know why I'm like this or how I know. But maybe there are some things that you just can't explain. You just know. Like I know that the sun will set and then rise again tommorow and I know that I love you guys," Kit voice faltered at the last part. He looked up at Tessa and Jem, panicked over seeing their reactions.

But they were both just staring at Kit with huge, loving smiles on their faces. Kit's breathing slowly began to return to normal but their hands were still shaking. Tessa csne towards them slowly, grasping Kit's hand in hers.

"Baby it's ok," she cooed. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's just like we told you when you first came out as bisexual, we will always love you no matter what." Jem nodded.

"I have admit this whole thing is rather fascinating," Jem chimed in with a smile. "I've never heard the term before." Kit fought the urge to remind him that two weeks ago he had never heard of playstation, but decided against it.

Mina was paying attention to them now and she was smiling at Kit. "No bany!" She cried excitedly. Kit couldn't help it, he through his head back and laughed. Mina scowled at him slightly. "Not quite Min-Min," Kit told her playfully.

"Do you have different pronouns that you would like us to use?" Tessa asked. Kit's heart fluttered at the question. They didn't actually think either Tessa or Jem would think to ask.

Kit cleared their throat. "Yeah do you think you guys could use alternating he/they pronouns for me? Like use he in one sentence and then use they?" Kit instantly felt kind of guilty for complicating things further. "I'm sorry I know that's kind of confusing."

Jem shook his head, "no it's fine! We just want you to feel comfortable." Tessa nodded in agreement. "Is there anything else?" Kit pulled Mina's hands off of their shirt. She had begun to tug and pull out of boredom.

Kit nodded. "Yeah do you think you could stop calling me Christopher please?" He hoped he didn't sound to harsh. There was something so guilt inducing about having to ask for these things. It felt like Kit was making unneccessary demands. But he wasn't. He had every right to.

Jem instantly looked sheepish. "I'm so sorry Kit," he said softly. Tessa looked guilty too. Kit shook their head.

"Its ok. You didn't know. Just don't do it anymore ok?" Kit felt significantly lighter, like a giant weight had been lifted off of their shoulders. They slid out of their stool to walk around to the other side of the kitchen island and hug both Jem and Tessa.

Kit knew it wouldn't always be this easy. He knew that this life would be complicated and difficult, but it would also be full of exploration and freedom.

Kit would always have a place he belonged.

"I am also a we."

- Sense 8

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[aoiberi]

sailing to the top ch. 6 snippet

“So,” Kageyama started, trying to mask his nervous eagerness with indifference. “What now? You do know that the press won’t stop bothering you until you reveal everything.”

“Hmm,” Hinata hummed. “It’ll be no fun if we just sit and down and go ‘surprise!’”

“Of course,” Kageyama deadpanned.

Hinata giggled.

“What?”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if everyone was expecting a boyfriend reveal, but it turned out you were my fiancé or something?”

The setter stiffened and looked down at Hinata who was still scrolling through his phone in casual gesture, as if remarking about the weather. “W-What if…” Kageyama cleared his throat. Citrus-scented waves lightly tickled his cheeks, soft and warm, smelling of summer days and all its vibrance. Gazing down, he could clearly count each individual freckle, a constellation dusting his nose and cheeks, as if the stars couldn’t all be contained in his eyes and found home on sunkissed skin. God, he loved this man. “Let’s do it.”

“Hm? Do what?” Shouyou asked offhandedly, still absorbed in the content on his phone.

“Get engaged.”

And finally, Kageyama had his boyfriend’s attention.

“Huuh?!” Hinata straightened abruptly, gripping Kageyama’s forearm in alarm. “W-W-What?!”

Kageyama flicked his boyfriend’s forehead. “You’re the one who brought it up first, dumbass.”

Hinata blushed furiously, “Y-Yeah…But…”

The setter raised a brow, “What, so you didn’t mean it?”

“O-Of course I meant it, Bakayama! But…”

“But….?”

The remaining shock flickered and wavered, dying down as it was replaced with resolve and a typical fire. Honey-tinted eyes looked up intensely into cobalt ones, “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Of course, Kageyama had already been thinking about proposing. He just didn’t know where to even begin.

His boyfriend was a simple person through and through, fancy clothes and elegant dinner dates a nemesis to the loud and energetic whirlwind that was Hinata Shouyou. When requesting help from his senpais, Suga-san suggested a picnic. It was a great idea, the only problem being the lack of privacy. While private reservations were possible at restaurants, the open nature was free for everyone. Suffice to say, Kageyama did not know how he would propose, only that he wanted to.

As a last resort, he had texted Kenma, begrudgingly admitting that the former setter would know what Hinata would like best.

KENMA

kenma: the best proposal for shouyou would be one that isn’t a surprise.

kenma: if u were to surprise him with a ring and shou didn’t have one prepared for u

kenma: i think deep down he would feel a little sad that he didnt have a ring to give u too

kenma: idk if that makes things harder or easier for u but i don’t think u need to worry about planning a surprise or smth complicated. if anything, just go ring shopping together and make a casual date out of it. i think he would really like that.

kageyama: that helps a lot. thank you kenma

kenma: np, gl kageyama

And Kageyama knew Kenma was right. But, given that, casually remarking his desire to get engaged seemed just as difficult as planning an elaborate surprise.

However, Hinata had, unknowingly, granted him an opening, and it was a moment of pure spontaneity. Intoxicated by summer smells and sunkissed skin, Kageyama had blurted out his proposal, and Hinata had accepted it with a breathtaking grin and tender kiss. It was the best spontaneous decision Kageyama had ever made. It couldn’t have been more perfect…more them.

True to Kenma’s word, Hinata had loved the idea of a ring shopping date. The ginger had gotten eagerly dressed for their day out, stuffing his bright hair into an inconspicuous cap and throwing a mask onto Kageyama’s face before excitedly rushing themselves out the door.

“Now we can give rings to each other at the same time! How perfect is that!” Hinata skipped, swinging their interlocked hands as they easily maneuvered through the Tokyo crowd.

Kageyama smiled, his hand tightening around Hinata’s. “I had wanted to surprise you with it, but I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”

Hinata pouted, “But if you surprised me, then that means you would’ve beaten me!”

“Huuuh?” Kageyama stared at his boyfriend, bafflement etched in furrowed brows. “Proposing isn’t a competition!”

“Bakageyama! Shh!” Hinata yelled, covering the setter’s mouth with his free hand. “I know we’re disguised right now, but what if people recognize you through your scary voice!”

The setter tried to express his disbelief through his practiced glare. Shaking his head, he let out a loud huff through his nose. “enma ‘asight.”

Hinata removed his hand, “Huh?”

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “I said Kenma was right.”

“About what?”

“He said you would want to present rings together rather than me surprise you because you’d be sad if I were the only one who had a ring ready.” With his free hand, he cuffed the ginger on the head, “But he never said anything about you making it a competition, boke.”

Hinata giggled, “It was probably implied.”

Kageyama sighed and pulled his boyfriend along, unable to form a reply to such idiocy. Although, he probably would have felt the same way if Hinata proposed first, but he would never admit that; he had a reputation to uphold as the smarter half of their relationship. He was a genius, after all.

After allowing himself to be dragged a few paces, Hinata suddenly pulled back, tugging Kageyama’s arm to a halt. The setter turned. “What?”

“I have an idea!” A grin lit up Hinata’s face, “If we buy the rings separately and give them to each other at the end of the day, it’ll still be kind of a surprise!”

“Huh?”

“We won’t know what kind of rings we’re gonna receive, so the element of surprise is still there! It’ll be fun! Okay?” And before Tobio could reply, Hinata had already run off. “I’ll meet you at the park at 6!” he yelled with a last wave.

With a sigh, Kageyama stared as the black cap hiding the conspicuous ginger hair slowly got lost in the crowd. Glancing at the time, he had roughly four hours to find a ring, and he was going to find a damn perfect one.

Four hours later, he made his way to the park, his heart clutched in his hand in form of a small, black box. The raven walked toward a bench where a familiar silhouette sat. As he drew closer, the figure looked up and stood. A gentle breeze lightly ruffled ginger waves and freckled cheeks lifted in an uncharacteristic shy smile, “Hi, Tobio.” He held up a ball that was by his side. “Want to play?”

With the silhouette cast by the setting sun, Kageyama had assumed the ball was a volleyball because what else could it be? However, when he nodded and walked closer, he realized it was a soccer ball. The bashful smile gone and replaced with a competitive grin the setter knew all too well, what could he do but mirror that resolve. Soccer it was.

Unfortunately, pure force of will and volleyball genius did not translate into coordinated footwork. In fact, volleyball genius instinctively reached for the ball with outstretched hands when the infuriatingly natural athlete that was Hinata Shouyou would kick the ball into a perfect arc in the air.  

“You can’t touch the ball, Bakayama!” Hinata would yell, a loud laugh following.

Kageyama would reply by setting the ball to his head.

The game of soccer was quickly attempted and forgotten, and the ball rested between their feet as the two volleyball athletes relaxed against a tree. In the distance, the sun kissed the horizon, and as if hearings its own confession, the sky glowed with the sweetest blush. The clouds blossomed pink and golden rays caressed the earth with soft tranquility. The summer breeze danced across the grass, lightly kissing the hairs of those it passed by and leaving it frivolously tousled. Tobio ran long, pale fingers through the soft, ginger locks, further messing what the wind left behind. “Shou?”

“Hmm?”

“Did I ever tell you what my Jii-san told me?”

“That you’d meet someone who would be better than you at volleyball?”

Kageyama hummed. He gently dislodged Hinata’s head from his shoulder and turned to grab both his hands, now sitting face-to-face. “Yeah… When I first heard that, I hated it: hated the thought of someone being better, the thought of losing. But when it came to you, I never minded losing.” He looked down at their intertwined hands, unable to stare directly into those brown eyes, a dark amber that glowed with a vibrant warmth reminiscent of sweet love, indomitable spirit, and childlike grins. “I-I mean…I don’t enjoy losing. But…it doesn’t feel bad when it’s to you. It makes me feel more…motivated and it’s…nice,” he finished dumbly.

Hinata snorted, though it was with a fond smile and slightly damp eyes. “That’s because you’re just competitive” He sniffed and rubbed his eyes roughly. “Baka Bakayama,” he muttered, clutching at Kageyama’s sleeve tightly. “Making me cry with all your…words.”

The setter smiled as he lifted a hand to gently wipe a falling tear. Shouyou leaned into the touch.

Kageyema shifted to present the box he had shoved in his pocket. “Uhm,” he began awkwardly. “I know people normally wear their engagement rings on their hands…”

Hinata laughed, “Yes, Tobio. That’s where rings usually go.”

The setter glared at his boyfriend. Shouyou giggled harder but nudged Kageyama to continue, eyes gentle and fond.

Kageyama cleared his throat, “As I was saying…” He opened the box and carefully took out the ring. Hinata gasped as a gold chain followed. “I didn’t know when exactly you wanted to go public with our relationship, but it’s difficult to wear a ring and hide it. But necklaces are easier…”

“Oh, Tobio,” Hinata breathed, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. But before Kageyama could continue, the ginger had started to fumble with his pocket and hastily pulled a similar sized box. The setter observed curiously as Shouyou also opened the box and took out a ring. His eyes widened when he saw a similar chain follow.

“I also asked if they had a chain for the ring.” Hinata blushed as he let the chain dangle from his fingers, metal glinting as it caught the sun intermittently as the breeze swayed the ring back and forth. “Not because I wanted you to hide it or anything,” he added hurriedly. “I just thought, since we can’t wear jewelry when we play, it might be harder to lose the ring if it were on a chain…” The ginger clutched the necklace nervously and slightly lowered his hand, “But now I’m realizing it’s a stupid reason because a necklace is basically just as small as a ring, and it would still be easy to lose. So technically there was no point in getting the ring as a neckl—”

“I love it.” Tobio quickly cut off Shouyou’s rambling. He held up his own necklace-ring, unclasping it, and put it around Hinata’s neck. “Love you.”

Tears streamed freely down Shouyou’s face as he, too, clasped the necklace around the setter’s neck, “Surprise, Tobio.”

Tobio chuckled. “You’re a dumbass,” he whispered, slowly leaning in.

“But I’m your dumbass,” Shouyou smiled cheekily with shimmering eyes and damp cheeks.

“Just shut up,” Kageyama muttered.

The ginger giggled though it was quickly swallowed by a kiss.

Unfortunately, their week-long break had come to an end, and goodbyes, no matter how common, never became easier. But this time, they departed as fiancés, a physical promise of their forever hidden under clothes, away from prying eyes, but closer to heart.

[currentfandomkick]

Why Marinette Hates Tim

Marinette blames Tim next summer for all that happened. Why? He cursed her with a vague theory. And Max and her Both know give her a clue and she has to follow it to solve the puzzle—a fatal flaw for her, Puzzler, Hero Stalker (Tim), Riddler and her father, Professor Strange (even if he is using an alias and supposedly dead as far as legal documents go).

Hero Staker Tim swore he’d become Robin if the current one left. It was a joke between them, she thought. Then he vanished the next summer, the first one where there wasnt any Robin mentioned anywhere. It was eery.

Then, then Timothy Drake, heir to some company-who looks a lot like her Hero Stalker—is a Wayne. And there’s a new Robin. This... deeply bothers Marinette. Why? New Robin seeks her out and talks a lot like Hero Stalker. And has a too similar movement pattern and tells.

And wasnt Hero Stalker Tim from a rich but high on neglient at best family? Didnt that happen to Timothy Drake before ending up as a Wayne?

Her that puzzle peice was central to figuring this out and goddamnit. Frost, who hates gossip, told her to just look up the rich families with kids Hero Stalker’s age and see who looked like him and to leave from to his lab and antidotes already.

Frost accidently gave her the vital method to see if Hero Stalker was that dumb to be become Robin after Robin the Second (Jason) was brutally murdered. The answer was yes.

And now Marinette had a crisis. She knew Batman’s identity was Bruce Wayne. How? Tim calls Bruce his dad. New Robin slipped and called him dad. And Tim is New Robin since Tim is Hero Stalker and no one else came close to looking like Hero Stalker from the data pool which involved more hacking than she ever thought she would do.

Marinette, a child, figured out who Batman was by age 9 becuase his new Robin/former Stalker was too obviously himself. She is embarrassed on his behalf, and honestly debates asking Riddler to separate him and Bats in a non-lethal puzzle trap just to lecture him. Becuase what the fuck Hero Stalker! If she can figure it out, then everyone else can too! Probably(?) likely. Either way its bad!

She doesnt though... Riddler puts together she’s concerned for the new Robin, traps Bats in a different puzzle maze from Robin, who is stuck with a grounded Marinette. Why was she grounded, easy. She got caught returning stolen jewlry on camera. It was punishment for failing basic stealth—always take out any witness.

And instead of pointing out she knows who Bats is, she tells him to work on a different persona since ‘i made you weeks ago. Its pretending to be someone you’re not completely is all. I have to do that around Maman and Papa all the time, and whenever i go out with anyone really. Up your secret identity game already!’

Riddler is busy with Bats and didnt do cameras. Why? “Im not redesiging a perfectly good grounding maze every time. They take time and i dint always have it. Its time economics Batman. I dont know what our lovely Princess said or did to your Robin. He’s fine though, see? No major injuries.”

Tim relized Marinette knew Hero Stalker was batman’s new Robin. This meant one thing—he could still help her and the RKC now! Why? He knew even if they made him out, they want to help people and never be like their parents, duh. And if they added to his budding information network with incredibly accurate information so long as he didnt rat them out to Batman, its fine.

Afterall, Pixie Pop wants to help poeple and is working the rouges into vigilantes to help more than hurt, and is doing a great job of it for the most part. So if Pixie Pop is Princess who’s the maybe kryptonian and her powers align with that theory, so what? Superman has an heir already and a bio!son too, apparently. Lois didnt tell him since they werent together then and yeah. So really, Superman didnt need another kid, and Pixie Pop didnt want another dad—“i have Papa and Father and now four of my friends’ dads in Paris called dibs on partial custody. I have more dads than i need for a quartet. That is far too many dads and i refuse to get another one!”

Then Marinette is talking to Alix and finds out about an old director at the Lourve her dad knew, Diana Prince. Marinette was working on a Wonder Woman inspired outfit, and knew her history of Wonder Woman thank you. Its just...

Wonder Woman appeared just after Miss Prince Left. And from the videos Alix sent of her new hero, she was terrifyingly similar to Wonder Woman. Not only did they look alike and have the same hair style preference, it was the same face if she did facial recognition with Markov, her robot son with Max. Then there was gait, generao stances and how she interacted with men and women so differently as both people and damnit. Same person.

She curses Hero Staker Tim for this. She now has to hide two hero identities. Why her?

The third was debatably Ivy and Harley’s fault, but defiantely still Tim’s. Why? He was the one that got her hooked on Barry Allen’s cases, and pointing out that he didnt see meta as bad or evil but as people who can be good or be civilians peacefully. That, she needed that with how much vitrol she had to swallow about her powers indirectly from everywhere but her school and some parts of Gotham.

In her defense, she is a nerd here. A nerd. So realizing the The Flash is also the forensics guy from Central City that she kinda follows on all her social medias, watches the cases of unfold, and knows has a reputation for being late a lot like her but is still well liked. So she may fangirl about his cases with Hero Stalker erm. Tim now, still.

And if one day she managed to pout at her father enough to get him to agree to let her go with Harley and Ivy to Central City for a few days to see the meta museum they just opened up (technically the Flash Museum, but Marinette didn’t care. It was focused on metas not being horrible and that meant a lot to her scared, meta closeted butt).

And then her favorite forensic investigator, The Barry Allen, shows up? Best day ever. He’s nice! And concerned about how much of his cases she knows. Its not her fault this time though! Hero Stalker—Tim—sent her a case of his that went cold and she liked his science and yeah. New hero added to her listpersonal heroes list.

Harley isn’t even mad, just amused as Marinette fangirls over someone that isnt her and Barry has no clue how to respond as a tiny child know him as Barry Allen and thinks he’s awesome? Why?? He is happy but so confused and Iris is dying until Marinette cites cases that she shouldnt know about and tiny child why, how, when and where did you get that information!

The only answer is a friend likes cold cases and has no qualms hacking to find interesting ones, if he’s stumped then Marinette (Jill Smith mr. allen sir!) gets to try. And she is good at it since she can ask an officer in France (officer Raincomprix) about logistical things, common error margins and then puzzle it all out herself from there.

Somewhere she mentions absently that her mom doesnt like her science-y side since her dad was a bad person and liked science but she still likes learning and helping, even if the family buisness is food and service and they want her to either take over or become a designer. She’s thinking maybe for people woth disabilites so she can do more mental work and toy with hiw things bend and move and such.

Iris and Barry are ConcernedTM and debating how to get custody, or get her away from her mom or both. Probably both—no science allowed for a clear science obssessed kid is a red flag for bith of them that somethinf is very wrong. Harley and Ivy wave it off as “trust us, her mom aint budging.”

then the Flash is needed because of some gorilla—Marinette was more focused on an outfit on display and muttering over aerodynamics and friction. Barry is Concerned (smart kid, likes helping, potentially a league ally?) before he bolts, determined to get more on her when he returns and possibly see if he can get cps involved.

Marinette only notices that her hero moving so fast and oh god she did it again damnit! That was superspeed. And only one speedster had similiar measurements, the Flash.

She cant even tell Hero Stalker now because he’s Robin and the Justice League would Flip if they knew she knew 3 of their hero’s identities. She just hit her head and said “i did it again!” Harley pats her head while Marinette burrows into her because why is she a danger to the Justice League and secret identities! She doesnt want to be or to know damnit!

Tim sneezes in the distance and wonders who’s talking about him behind his back this time. He messages batgirl about this bad feeling he has and she laughs it off as the boy developing Batman’s paranoia.

Her Fourth solve was Green Arrow. It was an accident! She swears. She just saw oliver queen with a bow and arrow in a video shooting. and noticed he had a very distinct and familiar style to someone but not who. Then compared it to various archers as her brain was nagging. Then saw a green arrow video and cursed herself again then Tim five more times.

She sent a message to Rose asking why she’s a danger to all secret identities. Rose tells her it is her curse for being too damn smart and not leaving things alone.

Marinette tries reallly hard not to figure out the next one. But really, it should have been an earlier solve and she’s mad at herself for missing it for so long, even if it was more aviodance than denial.

Admittedly this one should have been an earlier solve, but she was very little when she found out about the surgery and everything and it was uncomfortable damnit! So she did what any reasonable child would. Ignore it. Then she went over the file to see if maybe she could possibly target parts of the kyptonian DNA in her to weaken it. And saw who the intended donor was, Clark Kent, a reporter that has impossible luck with big hero scoops, is never injured or rescued, and never been sick. He also looks like... one quick photoshop of his glasses onto superman with a clothing change and she sees her usual disguise technique on goddamn superman. She is overwhelmed with this as ‘oh god superman will kidnap me if he finds out!’ And hides from him whenever he’s in the region—be it France or Gotham.

Her friends think its hilarious, Marinette feels sick from it. She doesnt like this and is genuinely scared for her life and family’s safety now. And we all know how nervous marinettes are.

If at one point batman tried to talk to her on patrol and somewhat suceeded. As in, she spoke beofre bolting.

“I didnt figure out who boyscout and amazon and boltbrain and arrowhead are! Or you and the batfam! Bye!!!!” Yes, clearly Marinette can lie very well.

Batman sees through it and feels sick. He forces a league meeting asap and fills them in.

“this kid put five of our identities together and cant even lie. We need to recruit them.”

“Batman, is this that kid KF mentioned to me?”

Batman nodded. Flash sighed. “Okay. We are on a manhunt for a kid kyptonian that is terrified of all of us, very smart, and may have an active gotham villain as a parent. And somehow knows me and—wait. bats, do you have any pics of your rogues in civilian clothing? I need to test a theory...”

A few minutes later and “oh my god that little kid i met as a civilian figured me out!”

A few days later Flash finds her by acccident as a civilian kid in broad daylight on her own in Central. He doesnt show he knows she knows, And finds out she’s waiting for her babysitter to finish a class.

Flash just asks about a case he put together as Barry Allen that she might know about and...

“Uh, mr. Flash? Why are you asking me? The lead florensics was Barry Allen.”

He tries insulting Barry Allen—he’s late and sloppy and—

only for Marinette to defend him to the death. “He’s late because he stays up late working on other cases. Appearances and organizational skills arent what matters with his expertise mr. flash! He even foghts for metas to have their circumstances and powers impact on them considered dueing sentencing!”

Flash is very touched and shocked. only then he manages to get out of her that where she lives (france) being meta is a life sentence to “a living zombie And jail-time for being born a lot, even if it is t in normal prisons. And you know what? Mr. Allen stated so many times that you need to contextualize powers and abilities and intent in his testimonies for meta cases. Back home youre put in prison for defending yourself...” she tugs at her sleeve here.

“Maman screamed at me when she found out a few kids were getting stalked and i helped out and someone got it on tape. Not becuase my powers showed or anything—father made a treatment so they dont, well, they stay off when i use them and follow all the behavior and environmental rules so they cant put me in one of the centers. But she, she’s stills cared someone will try to check me for abilities back in France, and that she’ll lose me. She doesnt always realize i have them until things like that happen...”

Flash is desperately trying not to adopt her. Wally would love a little sister, and Superman has enoguh kids, Bats does too. he is oreventing arrow form having another one as she’s powered and that isnt a good when working with Green Arrow unless the meta is his girlfriend. And the girl loves science—come on!

batman, Green Arrow, Wonder Woman and Superman heard the Feance bit over comms and suddenly it hit them that the kid could be in danger for existing and that an entire country villified being meta to an extreme. That the girl is in hiding and probably using an alias constantly. Batman mentally adopted her ages ago and is now in Worried Dad mode like Flash and apparently Superman was falling into it too. Wonder Woman is in righteous rage mode and ready to fight france herself if she has to—no imprisoning metas for being metas!

Flash decided to be direct since he knew she trusted him as Mr. Allen and knows he’s Flash.“So, am i allowed to know which powers you have?”

Marinette shook her head, visbily distressed and floating skightly. “If, if they ever find out i cant. I cant risk Maman and Papa and Father. I dont know everything but Father only started being a good person after the, the incident where he had to go into witness protection. Maman is dead as far as a lot of people are concerned, or she never existed. Papa doesnt know about any of it. I cant. I cant risk what they worked for by being outted.”

Flash is very concerned. “Thats a lot of pressure to put in yourself, especially at your age.”

marinette didnt make eye contact then. “I have to. If i dont people can connect dots and dashes and blips. Father says its easy for him too and that possibilities are just what we’re both hardwired for but. But i shouldn’t catch as many as i do—my teachers keep saying i need to dial it back and stop catching on so fast and blurting it all out but, i just...” marientte is visibly drowning under the pressure to act not-meta and keep her family safe.

“Sounds like youre a real smart kid.”

“Smart kids dont get caught.” She meant herself with her jewlry returns, Flash thought she meant the JL, and tried to redirect the conversation.

If the JL was out then...

“If you cant tell me, can you at least tell me you have someone to talk to about these things?”

“Auntie Quinn and Rose. Rose doesnt like you guys though.”

Flash laughed a little at that. “Alright, fair enough. Who made her mad? Was it arrow?”

“Batman.” Marinette frowning as she said the enxt bit. “Something about her being given to someone that should never be allowed bear children? She rants a lot so i cant always keep up.”

Batman internally bangs his head against a table. Outwardly, he says “Ivy’s daughter, rose. That girl, she’s the Princess.”

The assemebled winced. They all pushed for Rose to be sent toback to her mother, Ivy, since they didnt trust her with any available mentor and Ivy was usually a low ranking Gotham eco-terrorist pacified by wayne gardens and green initiatives. Apprently Rose has a lot of sway over the Princess too.

Marinette changes the conversation while. Waiting for her babysitter, Ghoul, to leave class. She needs a distraction from her situation that the Flash was willing to give her.

“Can i look at the case again? Something doesnt add up... there! See? Its close to the Speedsters that leave marks at those angles but only if they really mess with the speed force and the spacetime continuum! But theres no evidence of that, its a lightning meta, Possibly using it to teleport since no one came in or out on camera. Its a slight angle and all but...”

Flash decides Marinette will join the Justice League one day or so help him! He also decides to target france’s anti-meta policies and possibly kidnap Marinette.

The League isnt letting him. But he has a fan of Barry Allen who is handling Gotham’s criminals and beign given slack by them... albeit also raised by in-part. But the girl has a strong moral compass that is a lot like most of League’s so.

He’s fighting Bats for custody on principle. His fangirl, he has dibs!

Dont know why it ended up with Flash becoming a ‘Marinette is my daughter now’ person but why not? Wally would like her as a sister, probably.

Marinette blames all of this and the future consequences on Tim. She hates her vanishing freind for this.

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I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 7)

Bakugo X Reader 

Words: 3374

Runaway reader finds a home with Bakugo. But will trouble follow?

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You had gone over the plan over and over again with Bakugo. You had to make sure  it went perfectly otherwise... well let’s just say you had no plans of being anyones prisoner ever again. If you had to go into what Bakugo affectionally refers to as your “Dark mode” to get it done then you would. 

You two along with several other heros were going to infiltrate the meeting the Pure was holding. Surely Bruce had warned them by now that you were coming, but it’s a good thing you can make people see what you want them to. You and Bakugo were going to go in alone at first and try and track down The Puppeteer. Once you had him you’d call for backup to shut down the rest of the party. You had no idea what his quirk was but based on his name you assumed he could control things, possibly people. You shuddered at the thought of another person controlling your actions. 

You were pacing now as you waited for Bakugo to return to your hotel room. He had met up with some other heros in the lobby to catch them up to speed. Your heart jumped when you heard the door opening. You knew it was Bakugo, but you couldn't help but grip your hairbrush tighter. Not that you thought you’d be able to do much with a hairbrush. Maybe you could make an intruder think it was a gun... or throw it at someone. 

Sure enough Bakugo walked in, and he was holding two garment bags. “Kirishima pulled through and got us some outfits for tonight. Hopefully it’ll make it easier to blend in.” You could see how tense he was. He was always at some varying degree or grumpy but this was different.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your face into his chest. “Whatever happens today... Promise me you won't do anything stupid.”

He chuckled as he ran his fingers through your hair, “You mean other than crashing a powerful criminal cult party. I’ll do my best. But I can’t promise anything.” 

You sighed, “I figured as much. I thought I’d at least try.” 

He pulled you back to look you in the eye, “You know its not too late. We can always leave. I heard Mexico is great this time of year..”

“I think we both we could never do that. You’re a hero. Your job is here.” You took a seat on the bed, “Besides they’d find us no matter where we went. We’d have to constantly be on the run.. and that's not a life for anyone.”

He took a seat next to you, “Any life with you is a life worth living.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Who are you and what have you done with Bakugo?”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh I’m sorry I thought after professing my love to you I was aloud a soft moment every once in a while. Forgive me it’ll never happen again!” 

You laughed, “I didn't say I didn’t like it! It just took me a bit off guard is all.” 

He tossed your garment bag to you. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get dressed would ya? We have an operation to run.”

You giggled as you unzipped the bag but gasped when you saw the most gorgeous red dress you have ever seen. “Oh my god! This is beautiful!” You held the dress up next to Bakugo and squinted. 

“Oi what are you doing?”

You smiled, “Just trying to see if it matched your eyes... which is does. Even better.” 

You both quickly changed. You needed a few more minutes to figure out what you were going to do with you hair, and makeup was a whole other nightmare. You had to ask Bakugo’s friend Mina to help you. You tried to follow a youtube tutorial but it was so hard! 

Finally about two hours later you were as ready as you’d ever be. You slipped out of the bathroom and into the hotel room. Bakugo was deep in conversation with Kirishima and a few other people you didnt know. One of them had green hair and the other had red and white hair. They must be his former classmates. He had something about keeping this as quiet as possible to help prevent it from getting leaked. He only wanted people that he trusted one hundred and ten percent. We still didnt know who could possibly be a secret member of this group and he had no intentions of finding out the hard way. 

He took one look at you and stopped talking mid sentence. He left his conversation completely and approached you with an outstretched hand. “You look.... amazing.”

You blushed, “It’s a long way from your hoodies.”

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Honestly I prefer the hoodies, but this is definitely a close second.” His hand very softly found purchase on your elbow and rubbed a soothing circle there with his thumb. “You ready?”

You drew in a huge breath and nodded, knowing your voice would give you away. You were terrified. You had run away from these people for a reason. Now here you are. Running right back in of your own free will. 

Kirishima helped equip you with some final touches. He gave you some earrings that also had tracking devices in them... just in case. You didn't have the heart to tell them that if you were to be taken it wouldn't matter. Kidnapping was their specialty. They know how to be careful about it. You would be stripped of all possessions. But if it made Bakugo feel safer thinking you could be tracked then you wouldn't tell him. 

Bakugo himself had a pen in his pocket that acted as a discreet transmitter. All he had to do was click it and it notify the others that it was time for them to crash the party. 

You started to tremble as your car approached the castle like fortress hidden away in the woods. This place wasn't on any map and was in no databases. To the rest of the world this place didn’t exist. Neither did the organization who owned it. The thought gave you chills. Bakugo’s hand rested in your lap. “One night here and it’s all over. We go in, get our target and get out. We can do this.”

You didnt know who he was trying to convince, you or himself. Your hand gripped his and gave it a quick squeeze before he opened the car door and stepped out. He walked around to your side and opened your door for you, offering you his hand as you stepped out. You had gotten out early and far enough away from the villain base that you wouldn't be seen yet. Now you just needed to wait. 

Sure enough it didnt take long for another car to pull up that had exactly what you needed. Two people, a guy and a girl and more importantly invitations. Bakugo made quick work of tying them up and leaving them for the others to come pick up and question. They were some rich CEO and his mistress. You wondered how his wife would feel when she got the call that her husband was in a cult with another women. You also wondered which news she’d take worse. 

You both finished the short walk to the mansion. Your quirk was tricky. It only worked on a few people at a time and you had to be able so see them. So any cameras would be able to pick you up. That’s why you had to wait and try and walk in with a large group. Thank god this group was paranoid about their identities because that meant you got to wear partial masks. You still used your quirk to make you and Bakugo look like the couple you had stolen the invitations from as a precaution. You didnt know if anyone here would recognize you, or the fact that you weren't who you said you were. You both kept your heads down and stuck close together as you approached the front door. Bakugo’s arm was around your waist protectively. He honestly wouldn't have even let you come tonight but he knew he needed you. 

He handed the guard your invitation not even bothering to make eye contact. You hoped he just looked like an entitled asshole instead of like someone who was trying to sneak in to a party. The guard scanned a code at the bottom and you could practically feel your heart try to beat right through your rib cage. Finally the device blinked green and he was showing you inside. 

You didn’t hesitate as you moved inside pulling Bakugo behind you. There were plenty of people around the entrance. All mingling with glasses of varying alcohol. 

You were taking in your surroundings when suddenly strong hands gripped your shoulders. You panicked and tried to pull away but they just pulled you back. Bakugo noticed but before he could react strong hands were grabbing him as well. Had they really found you out already? 

“Excuse me, sorry if I scared you but we are under strict orders to frisk everyone in search of any weapons or recording decides. Both are prohibited and will result in your expulsion from this event. Now with your permission, may I?” 

You gulped and nodded your head as his hands began to travel down your body. You looked over and saw a man doing the same to Bakugo. His eyes remained on you the entire time. Attempting to keep you calm as a stranger practically felt you up right in front of him. 

“All clear. Thank you ma’am, enjoy your evening.”

Bakugo’s hand was on your waist in an instant almost as if to claim his territory. “Alright we’re in. Now let’s find Puppeteer and get this fucking over with.” 

The meeting was scheduled to start in approximately ten minutes. Right now neither of you even knew what he looked like but you were hoping that he would show his face for the meeting. He is the leader after all. 

You settled in the back corner of the large room and tried to look like you belonged there. There were definitely more members to this secret society than you would have thought. 

Bakugo gripped your hand, “Stay on high alert and let me know if you see anyone you recognize. I doubt they’d have any of their thugs at a high class event like this. But we still need to be careful.” 

You nodded just as you heard a microphone turn on. You looked over to the front of the room to see a tall man in a very expensive looking suit. “Excuse me everyone if I could have your attention. Before we start our monthly meeting I would like to thank you all for joining me. Tonight’s selection is top of the line. Believe me. We’ve worked very hard to bring you fine people the best of the best. My assistant will be passing out pamphlets to everyone before we begin the bidding. As usual after the auction we will be joined by our great leader for a few orders of business and then we will party until the break of dawn.”

A younger boy walked around passing out pamphlets. He handed one to Bakugo but not to you which you found odd. 

Bakugo opened it up to reveal the most horrifying thing you had ever seen. They were auctioning off girls... There were pictures of girls along with their measurements, their test scores, and a lot about their quirk. These people were here to buy girls for... lack of a better word... breeding. It made your stomach turn and you wanted to throw up. Had your quirk not been so valuable you could have ended up like one of these girls. Is this what Bruce had meant when he said he thought you were just another one of the bosses pets?

Your hands started to shake so Bakugo simply stood behind you and pulled him. “It’s okay. Just breath. You can't afford to panic. You need to maintain focus. The only way to help these girls is if we take down Puppeteer.” 

“I want him to pay for what he’s done.” 

He could hear the desperation in your voice and it tore at his heart, “And he will believe me. He will rot in a fucking cell. We just need to be patient and make our next move exactly right.”

So you sat there as girl after girl was paraded on stage and sold to the highest bidder. You wanted to cry. To scream at these monsters for partaking in such an evil thing. These were people, not things. With every slam of the gavel marking another one sold, your grip tightened around Bakugo. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek before anyone could see that beneath your mask you were a weeping mess.

“Y/n. I’m not trying to sound mean or insensitive but you need to fucking pull it together. We are surrounded by the enemy and we can not risk blowing our cover. If they see you crying they will most definitely know you don't belong here. I’m sorry you have to see this, I really am but you need to be strong.” 

You sniffled and used a compact mirror to fix your makeup. When you had finally composed yourself you snapped it shut, “Sorry. I’ll try and keep it together from now on. I promise.” 

You went to turn back towards the stage but someone was blocking your view. “Archaic isn't it? The auction? I wish it could be done differently but not everyone see’s the world like we do. If it makes you feel any better some of them were volunteers.”

You looked up and locked eyes with a taller, leaner, version of Riku. Fuck... This had to be one of his brothers... was he Puppeteer? 

“Hell some of them were cunning enough to make their buyers fall in love and are here tonight as guests. How quickly one can climb the social ladder...” He looked at you with an evil smirk, “And how quickly one can fall.”

Your nostrils flared as your face struggled to hide the disgust you were feeling. It didnt matter though because he continued on his way to the front without waiting for you to answer. 

There was loud and excited applause as he approached the microphone. It’s like he was a celebrity to these people. He waved a few times, giving them all his best evil smile, “Hello everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying the festivities! Usually at this point we would discuss orders of business before the party starts and we all get to try out our new toys...” You could practically taste blood as you but your lip to keep your composure. You knew he was watching you. “But, as it turns out we dont have much business to discuss. There is only one thing... I’ve learned that there is someone here tonight who has taken something that belongs to me... Rather than create a fuss I would like to respectfully ask that this person return what is mine and leave. I will be waiting in my office, with no guards and no witnesses. Return my property and all will be forgiven. If you do not... well I know who and where your little friends are right now. So I wouldn't recommend taking your time...” 

With that he shoved the microphone into the hands of the younger boy who had been passing out pamphlets earlier and stormed off. 

Once he was out of sight your turned to Bakugo but he was already shaking his head, “Nope. Hell no. Not a chance. I’ll go meet him but you will most definitely not be there. I’m not putting you at risk.”

“Bakugo I’m already at risk just being here. So what? You go in alone and leave me out here by myself? I dont think so. Besides if you walk in there without me he’ll kill you, and then all of your friends. At least if I go with you it can buy us time. Go ahead and send the signal before we walk in and that way we can keep him distracted until backup shows up.” 

He groaned and leaned his head against the wall behind him, “You’re fucking killing me.”

You pulled his chin down so he would look at you, “It’s because you know I’m right but you dont want to believe it.” It was your turn to calm him down, “Come on Bakugo. You need to think logically. This could be our only shot at getting him alone.” 

He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “Alright let’s do this... what happened to not doing anything stupid?” 

Bakugo clicked the pen several times as you followed Puppeteer to his office. Your breathing was getting tighter the closer you got to him. Finally you reached his door and gave Bakugo one last loving kiss before knocking. 

“Enter”

Once inside you felt like it was at least ten degrees colder. You had chills running down your spine. Puppeteer sat at his desk with his feet propped up, “Ah, if it isn't Ground Zero and my beloved Y/n. What a treat this is.” He abruptly stood and and slammed his hands on his desk, “You caused me quite a headache Y/n... I didnt know you had it in you but alas you surprised me. And now you've come back home...”

Bakugo moved so his body was blocking you from Puppeteer’s view, “She’s not going anywhere with you!”

Puppeteer laughed, “Oh my poor boy has she bewitched you too? You must know by now that she can control what you see? Who knows what else she’s capable of. How do you even know what you feel for her is real?”

Bakugo growled, “Shut the fuck up!” 

“You must have noticed how weird it was that of all people she chose you! How did she even find you? How did she happen to end up exactly where she needed to be to find you? Your hero agency is clear across town is it not? So what I would like to know... is how a poor, defenseless, ignorant girl, with no money, and no knowledge about how the outside world works... managed to escape a high security prison and make it across town to you... Makes you wonder?” 

Bakugo’s hands balled into fists, “You dont know what you're fucking talking about!”

Puppeteer smirked and started to stalk towards you. “Oh but I do... That is my burden. I know everything... including how to do this.” 

He held out his hand towards Bakugo and all the sudden Bakugo’s body tensed up. “What the hell are you doing?” Bakugo stepped away from you before turning and putting his hand up to your face. Sparks danced across his fingertips just like they did before he set off an explosion. “Shit Y/n! I can’t control it! You need to run! Get out of here before I-” 

“I dont think so!” Puppeteer was grabbing you now and throwing you to the ground by his feet. “There’s only one way we all make it out alive so listen carefully. There is a helicopter waiting for Y/n and I on the roof. Ground Zero... you will let us go or I will make you kill all of your friends who are on their way right now. You will watch as you burn them all alive with your own hands!” 

Bakugo’s eyes looked wild. This was an ultimatum. Fight for Y/n and risk the lives of his friends... or let them go...

Puppeteer picked you up and gripped your elbow, “Y/n dear.. how about you make his decision a little... easier? You know what to do.”

With tears streaming down your face, “I’m sorry Bakugo... there's no other way....”

And just like that you made him see nothing but blackness. He couldn't fight Puppeteer if he couldnt see him.  

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