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whatissleepeven · 4 years ago

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I -

I can't stop thinking about it -

About what, you ask?

An Obey Me! and Fate/Grand Order crossover

(Warning: Long post ahead!)

Either the bois get summoned to Chaldea or they're able to summon Servants themselves

(...I'm leaning towards the first)

The tomfoolery! The shenanigans!

Imagine: Humanity's Last Master (aka you) ends up summoning them as they trek through Rome with Mash and the Servants they already summoned

They set up the summoning circle, but one minor mistake is made and the summoning glow looks a bit darker than usual and BOOM

"S-...Senpai...is this normal?"

You have no idea what's normal or not, I mean you're time travelling to save your people for fucks sake -

"Servant of the Rider Class. My True Name is Lucifer. Do not expect me to cater to your every whim."

...Wait he's a what now??

They were not supposed to have this whole "Class" thing designated to them (it's not how demonic summoning works he swears), and yet they do for some reason

(You can tell I had fun thinking of their Classes)

The introductions are...cold, to say the least

"Saber Class Servant, and none other than The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed! I got better things to be doing, so don't go calling me whenever ya want, got it?!"

"Lancer Class...Leviathan. I have an mmorpg raid coming up, so I can't stick around."

"Berserker Class. My name is Satan. What? Are you surprised that I seem calm for a Berserker? It's quite alright; I get that reaction often enough. A word of advice: Be careful what you wish for."

"My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me Asmo darling! I'm a Caster, which is good. I can't mess up the work done on my nails and hair!"

"Hm...Oh? Sorry, I was thinking about lunch. Servant Class: Ruler. I'm Beelzebub, but most people call me Beel. Do you have any snacks on you?"

"Servant Class: Avenger. My name is Belphegor, but I doubt you'll be alive long enough to remember that. I won't do your dirty work for you, human."

You are just...done at that point. You are literally carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and their attitudes are not helping

"Yeah, yeah, here's the gist: there's a war going on and we're trying to save the planet. The future's been incinerated, and it's our job to fix what went wrong. I don't have time for your uncooperation; get on board."

(Mash is worried for your mental health)

It takes some time, but they do manage to open up to you

The main catalyst for this is when they heard you talking to Robin Hood, who was summoned in France

"Say, Master...I gotta ask: Why are you doing this?"

You pause what you're doing, shooting him an incredulous look. "You mean saving the world?" You ask in return.

He shrugs, tilting his head forward in a slight nod. "Yeah. There's other people who could do this, aren't there?"

"There isn't." The brothers hear you say firmly. Beel almost went in because he wanted a snack, but the others held him back; the conversation had peaked their interest, and they wanted to hear what you had to say.

"Robin..." Your voice comes out strained, as if you were barely holding yourself together. "I watched innocent people die in front of me. Good people. The world outside is gone. I can't even go see my family, because they're dead. I'm not expecting you to understand, but it hurts so bad that somedays I don't feel like getting up. If I die, it's all over; humanity's done. I'll never be able to see my family's smiles again, I'll never be able to hear their laughter; I'll...I'll never be able to go back home.

"So, instead of asking why I'm doing this, you should be asking "How far are you willing to go?" instead."

Robin is silent for a while. Mammon shifts on his feet. The Green Archer finally speaks, somber but curious tone filling the air. "And? What's the verdict, Master?"

Your voice has a tone of finality to it that shoots them back to the past, back towards the Celestial War. It's final, but it's tired. "Whatever it takes."

(And, so, the brothers come to understand and even sympathize with your situation a little bit. You had to fight for the sake of others without rest, you were a leader, you were a savior, but most of all...you were alone. And something about that didn't sit right with them.)

They would fit in perfectly with Chaldea's dynamics, actually

Mammon has a gold sword he lovingly calls Goldie (yes it changes into his beloved credit card)

His Noble Phantasm is literally him raising his sword and mountains of Grimm burying his opponents from the sky as he cackles out:

"Don't worry, I'll take all that money off ya hands!"

Or, in a proud declaration:

"My sword is my love, and my love is my sin. I'll take all that you have on ya! STULTUS IN AVARITA!!"

(Translates (from Google) to "Greed of the Fool")

(It also gives you an increased drop rate in materials)

Leviathan's weapon is his trident

He's surprised that he wasn't summoned as a Rider, once he got used to the "Class" thing (which was fairly quick, he's seen an anime like this before). I mean, he has a giant snake named Henry 1.0 and Lothan that he would've loved to fight side by side with

He usually doesn't fight, but he proves to be invaluable in Okeanos since he has knowledge on war strategies at sea

His Noble Phantasm is a bit strange, but endearing (sad). He rushes forward with his trident glowing, saying either:

"I can't get the latest Ruri-chan merch because you blew up the world...I won't forgive you. I can't forgive you!"

Or, in a somber tone:

"Even though it's fun, a gamer's life becomes stifling if you keep playing by yourself. I hope you're watching, (Y/N)! EX SOLA INVIDIA!!"

(Translates (from Google) to "Envy of the Lonely")

(Chance of Death increases with Overcharge, and it hits a single enemy)

Satan? Even though he's a Berserker, he behaves more like a Caster (initially)

He's holding a book that shoots out beams of pure energy at his opponents

His Noble Phantasm is...more violent

"Ah, so you've decided to call upon my Noble Phantasm...don't blame me if it's too much for you."

Or, he begins in a deathly calm voice:

"I am me; that's all I need to be. I know this, so why...? Why does this happen? TELL ME! "

He discards his books altogether, grabbing a single enemy with his bare hands and ripping them to shreds.

Asmo’s skill is charming his enemy, which confuses most people since you’d think it’d be his Noble Phantasm

Instead, it boosts his allies’ attacks and NP by 30%

“Don’t get too hurt out there~!”

Beel’s Noble Phantasm heals all allies and increases their attack

“We can’t fight on an empty stomach.”

(Once he hits his last Ascension, your party gets the added bonus of him attacking a single enemy with a lance. All other Ascensions has him using his fists for attacks.)

Belphie’s Noble Phantasm is almost as violent as Satan’s, and yes...he chokes out a single enemy out (rip MC)

“HA! You think I’d work with the likes of you, a lowly human? Get out of my sight.”

It’s Instant Death, unless Evasion or Invincibility is activated

Lucifer’s pride is a bit wounded. He’s a Rider, of all things??

(...He eventually gets used to it though)

His Noble Phantasm is him literally mounting Cerberus and raising his spear towards the heavens, looking as radiant as the days before the Fall

“It seems drastic times call for drastic measures. Cerberus, I trust you to handle things here.”

And Cerberus runs forth, either chomping the enemy in two or breathing fire at them and turning them into ash. (It hits everyone)

Satan and Jekyll hang out a lot because, well...they’re a lot alike

Mammon can and will do stupid shit with the Cu Squad and you cannot change my mind

One time he teamed up with Cascu to steal the other Cu’s spears (Mammon wanted to sell them on Akuzon), and well...half of Chaldea is still in repair to this day

Merlin of all Servants is the one to look after Belphie and Beel

They usually hang out in the garden Robin tends to, Asterios occasionally joining them while bringing both food and Euryale

Asmo frequently visits Medea, dragging Medusa into their group

(Dantes grows fond of Beel overtime, I mean Beel is just so pure there’s no way you couldn’t like him)

Lucifer and EMIYA butt heads at first, but they end up becoming friends despite that

Lucifer admires EMIYA’s skill to keep up with Servants who have a black hole for a stomach, and EMIYA admires Lucifer’s skill to round up his brothers effortlessly when the need to arises (or so he thinks, because he does not know about the Hate Lucifer Club which is run by Satan and Belphie).

Levi and Fran have a pure kind of friendship that must be protected at all costs

He shows her new animes and games, and even though she’s confused most of the time she never fails to listen to his ramblings, nodding whenit was appropriate

BONUS: Undateables (+ Luke)!

Solomon’s situation is...peculiar.

He’s not a Servant, but he behaves like one??

(He’s actually a mage that helps you on your journey to save humanity)

Unlike Da Vinci, he’s able to accompany you to the Singularities (free of charge, too!)

Once he sees the other Solomon, all he says is “I see...interesting.”

(Ngl he probably figured out everything by the time you all went to Okeanos)

Asmo also drags him into his group (consisting of Medea and Medusa), offering to paint his nails as they talk about anything and everything

Simeon is a Lancer and you can’t change my mind

He’s more of a buffer for your team, like Asmo. His skills are primarily healing, and his NP saps the health of an opponent while healing someone other than himself with that health (he cannot heal himself)

He gets along great with Karna!! The two are so nice and kind that it hurts to look at them both for too long

Solomon tells him about the gossip Asmo has on the other Servants. He always listens with an amused look on his face.

Luke is a smol Caster, but he will not hesitate to break your kneecaps

He, too, is a buffer for your team

“I’ll defend you from those demons, (Y/N)!”

His Noble Phantasm heals all allies, restoring their health by 20%

He bakes with Fsn Cu at night, having Proto Cu and Robin Hood try out his sweets. Beel is there 10/10 times, eating any failures or rejects

Diavolo is Ruler Class because he is literally the Ruler of Hell

Surprisingly (to you, at first), he’s the one who always asks to accompany you. He’s very open and considerate, wanting to help wherever and whenever he can

“The Human Realm is essential if we are to establish harmony between the three Realms. Without it there...angels and demons would fight each other for eternity.”

He tells you about his ideas for an exchange program and you offer him input

His Noble Phantasm is applying Invincibility to two allies for 3 turns after dealing heavy damage to a single enemy (cannot apply Invincibility to himself)

He likes to talk with Caster Gil and Archer Gil about their past, going to Ko Gil on occasion. He helps look after the child Servants, and he can often be found reading bedtime stories to them

(Everyone was scared of him at first once they found out who he was, so he usually held off revealing his True Identity)

Barbatos, at first glance, seems like an Archer...but in reality is an Assassin

(HE CONTROLS TIME FOR F*S SAKE)

His Noble Phantasm, depending on the enemy selected, can revive a fallen ally and add them to the Sub Team

(This is only if the enemy that killed the ally is selected)

This stuns him for 3 turns no matter what

He likes to chat with the Tamamo that helps EMIYA in the kitchen. How the two are communicating without issues is up to anyone’s guess

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lookninjas · 5 years ago

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So this is the piece I wrote for the last issue of FUCKIT, and I’m posting it here for a couple of reasons. A -- I always kind of wanted to and it’s mine, so I’ll do what I want. B -- As a word count case study, this is 1309 words or so, and it’s about four pages long. Which seems bad, but it also depends on how I format, what font I choose, and honestly this last issue was 32 pages and still pretty slender, so my point is don’t stress the length too much unless you’re at, like, 5,000+, in which case we’ll have to have a discussion about giving you your own little thing.

And then, C -- if anyone out there feels like what they wrote is too off-the-cuff or messy or goes into too many tangents or just isn’t formal enough or whatever:

This is what I deliberately chose to write, as the person making the zine. This is what I felt best encapsulated the feeling of FUCKIT. And honestly, even though I almost kind of cringe at some of it, I still feel that way. We are saying FUCKIT. This is the point.

So:

The problem is wanting to write the perfect thing.

The problem is wanting to write the perfect thing when your subject inherently is imperfection. The glorious messiness of life in all its bitterness, all its frustrated lashing out and bad decisions, too much and then again not enough and then too much again, petty jealous miserable misanthropic messy messy messy because at the same time I still want to somehow get it right. To be understood. To make some kind of a damn sense.

It's hard.

Of course it's hard. Every damn thing is hard.

That's not the point.

Anyway. This is a tribute to Robert Smith.

It isn't just that Trent Reznor probably said it all first, and arguably said it better. It's the problem of saying any of it without it coming off worse than it should. It is 2019 and at no point are any of us to aspire to be any less than our best selves. To live our best lives. Instagrammable soups in designer bowls we got for cheap on Amazon with free next-day delivery and I swear to God I will get to the point here soon I'm just trying to establish some context.

So.

For context: I am a forty year-old woman aging awkwardly in a world I understand less with every passing day. And I don't mean antifa, and I don't mean memes, and I don't mean this modern music or the clothes or the slang or the tattoos or the funny hair colors. I mean, mostly, contouring. Contouring and everyone's weirdly identical eyebrows. The fetishization of names like Apple. And Tesla. Mindfulness. Fucking mindfulness. And manifesting. What the fuck is manifesting and why the fuck does Alyssa Milano think that's the way for us to get the game show host out of office and for the fucking record how the fuck did the game show host wind up in office and what the fuck made the United Kingdom go "Oh, we've got one of those! Let's elect him Prime Minister!" and why the fuck does Alyssa Milano (Alyssa Milano!) think we should instead be manifesting into office a goddamn faith healer with a Course In Fucking Miracles and why the fuck am I supposed to care what Alyssa Milano (Alyssa fucking Milano!) thinks to begin with and how much of this can I blame on John Mayer because I'm fucking blaming some of it on him at least fuck you and your Waiting for the World to Change, Johnny-boy, fuck you straight to Hell --

But Robert Smith still exists, and I guess that means there's hope for us yet. A specific kind of hope.

Black-clad. Hair a graying bird's nest of tangles. Eyeliner unfashionably heavy, lipstick smeared, guitar festooned with stickers like the hatchback of my niece's hand-me-down Subaru. Bursting into tears at the end of a concert, bursting into tears in the middle of "Disintegration," bursting into tears because boys might not cry but Robert Smith goddamn does and I guess if he does, then maybe it's okay if I do too. Maybe I can go back to dying my hair black if I want to, maybe I can wear eyeliner if that's the mood of the day, maybe I can pile on jewelry or maybe not, maybe I can do what the fuck I want to because Robert Smith goddamn does and he is perfectly fine. Better than fine. Robert Smith got inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame by Trent fucking Reznor, and I get that that's never going to be my life story (I'd have to take up an instrument other than euphonium, for starters), but still.

Maybe I don't have to think about the right way to age, the right way to eat, the right way to shower or take a nap or tie my shoes. Maybe I don't have to compete against my weird imaginary Best Self living her Best Life in total wellness and inner peace, this race I can never win, this high score I can never catch up to. Maybe I can just, you know, be a fucking person. Human and strange and spiky and flawed. And it's okay. I'm okay. So are you, while we're at it. We're not okay, but you know, we still are.

Maybe this still isn't the best way to explain it.

Maybe it's the only way there is.

It's hard. All of it is hard.

That's not the point, but then again it is, too.

Look at your imaginary Best Self, living their imaginary Best Life. Looks pretty easy, doesn't it? Looks like it all just kind of happens without trying. Without smudging the makeup, without rumpling the clothes or messing up the hair. No unflattering wrinkles, no bulges distorting the line of the dress. Simple and clean.

Now look at Robert Smith. Rumpled, messy hair, smeared lipstick, thick black eyeliner. Living his life, his only fucking life, and tell me it's not a hell of a life? It sure as fuck is. Married to the girl he fell for as a teenager, still in a band with his best friend, still in the Cure after over 40 years of it, playing festivals, recording music, maybe even releasing it someday (we kid because we love, Robert). No one could accuse him of making it look easy; looking back, it sometimes seems a hell of a lot harder than it should've been. But you know, he fucking got there. On his own terms, in his own inimitable style, he got there.

Doesn't it all kind of make the whole Perfection Quest seem kind of pointless? A distraction at best, a modern-day Soma at worst? I'm not saying don't do what makes you happy, just -- do what makes you happy, not what you think will make you happy at some point in some future where you've finally got your shit together. Where you've completed every quest, beaten every boss, finished every level. Because we don't. Or I don't think we do. I don't think we get our shit together. I don't think we ever feel adult, or mature, or ready. I don't think it ever gets easy.

I don't think you ever say it the way you mean to.

I don't think that's the point.

The point is that, sometime over the summer, YouTube suggested I watch a video of the Cure performing at Glastonbury, and I did, and it hasn't been the same since then. Or rather, it's been more the same than it ever has. Or both at once. Or neither. It's hard to say. A lot of things are.

The point is that it helped.

The point is that it's still hard, and it's always going to be hard, and that doesn't really matter and then at the same time it absolutely does.

The point is, go listen to "Fight" if you need to. Go listen to "Faith" if you need to. Go listen to "Friday I'm in Love" if you need to.

Wear black or don't. Smear your lipstick or fill it in perfect with a brush or don't wear any. Listen to the Cure. Listen to Lizzo. Listen to the birds or the river or the wind howling against the windows or top fucking 40 radio. Be as clean as you want, be as messy as you need to, be the you that is you right now and not any other imaginary you because that you doesn't exist and it never will. Live the life that you are living right now because that's the only life you get and it might be the worst sometimes but at the same time it is still the best. It is the only.

Write something, even if it's not as perfect as it ought to be.

And fuck the point, anyway.

#fuckit #robert smith #kind of #fuck it it's sort of about him it counts #also i really do stand by this all 900%#FUCKIT: the zine

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xenonymousj · 3 years ago

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This is the Unofficial List of All My Stories + Snippets

(unofficial because I will might add more)

Statue of Nephra

(Characters: Aster, Ossefra & Gian)

Three kids have to deal with world ending shit while still doing school cause they’re the first (and only) ones who know about it

I love the ‘The Chosen One’ trope and this is a deconstruction of it. Instead of the three prophesied to save the world, they accidentally stumble upon it and the Gods were like “Uhh… do we have a much competent group? No? Welp time is running out, here’s some powers, now go do our job lol”

Oldest story among these (unless I revisit my much older ones)

Chrysanthemum (Title To Be Changed)

(Characters: Maxwell & Izzerey [there are more but they are the main ones])

Your friend is dead and this information is not a spoiler! It’s literally introduced in the first scene

Surprisingly, this is not horror unless you find dealing with grief horrific

You better learn flower language cause I’ll be using it a LOT

The plot is on the down-low for cause I’m working on something heheheheh

Ghost Spot

(Characters: Diara & Cee-cee)

Hmmmmm…. I wonder what this story’s about….

Poking fun at horror tropes in the most cutesy and pastel way possible!

Just kidding. I’m the one writing this story, there’s always going to be something sinister hidden beneath. We’re talking about dead people here, of course it’ll have some heavy undertones

Yes, this story was inspired by Unfamiliar by Lavendertown

In Finite Lives

(Characters: Inara ‘In’ Finite & En Tropy)

Pronounced as ‘In Fi-Nite Lives (the verb)’

I swear that there’s an explanation to why they’re named that way

Originally a video game idea until I realized I have no patience in coding so story it is! This story is kind of a parody of sorts to slapstick cartoons where characters are horrifically mutilated but walks around fine in the next scene like nothing happened. This is to say that Inara dies a lot!

Dw this is not graphic cause it’s aimed at a young audience, but that’s not it gonna change the fact that In will be traumatized!

En Tropy is a god btw

A Series Of Sticky Notes

(Chracters: Martha, Trixie & Diana)

Trying to relive my childhood by making my own magical girl series cause man did I missed out on those shows when I was a kid!

Originally wasn’t supposed to be a magical girl series until I watch a youtuber revamp their magical girl ocs so I changed the story from “Friends found a pen with magical ink and they draw runes in sticky notes to cast spells” to “Friends are given pens with magical ink that helps them transform into magical girls to save the world from evil!”

This is an excuse for me to design outfits

Will there be a magical boy? Probably! I’m going to merge four other characters here but not too sure about that, we’ll wait and see

Celest-Seers (TBC)

(Characters: idk none of them have names yet)

Beings from another realm meddles with humans, fun stuff

This is actually an anthology. It starts with ‘Shaiah Elegara and the Eye in the Sky’ (short story) > The Main Plot > 2nd Phase (short story) > Main Plot > ‘Dead Star in a Constellation’ (short story) > Main Plot > ‘1st Phase’ (short story) > Main Plot

Main Plot is about humans + the Celestials (I’ll come up with a proper term someday), there’ll other stories about the Celestials cause there’s a lot of them but I haven’t world-build this one properly yet

Blue

(Characters: Isaphyl, Myrtyl & Ethel)

About friends just hanging out and having fun! Very out of character of me

Will I change it to something traumatic and angsty? Probably idk

Fun fact, their names are inspired by the three types of alcohol :)

Kutsara

Short story about a clumsy girl

Horror-ish??? Idk it’s inspired by Filipino superstition

Most likely to be published first cause it’s very short. I’d probably post it around October because spooky month & inktober

Ash and Decay (TBC)

(Characters: Sergei, Meliqui & many more!)

The plot is about…. Uh…… hey look a UFO!

Literally put so much time into world building that I forgot to work on the plot

Right now, it’s about a funky little necromancer fueled by spite trying to get through his new life

Case Files (TBC)

(Characters: Leon, Amanita & many more!)

This is an episodic series but in written form so it’s kinda like an anthology crossed between a novel and a screenplay

Set in the Philippines sometime between the late 50’s to early 60’s and inspired by supernatural beings, urban legends, and superstitions. Take note that I’m just taking inspiration from PH mythos rather than trying to be 100% accurate cause I tend to deviate from irl myths

Almost all of the noir stories in the PH are about cops, I need my trench coat wearing, chain smoking, alcoholic Hollywood-esque Private Eye/Detective gosh darn it! I don’t care if it’s hot in here, wear the god damn trench coat for the aesthetic! As you can tell, I’m also not gonna be 100% accurate with the cop stuff

If you told me that I copied Trese I will cry

ICY (TBC)

(Characters: Saoirse, Io, Mattias & more!)

Office comedy, in space!

Horrors of capitalism and consumerism, in space!

Actual cosmic horrors, in space!

This may or may not have exist because of Among Us

GRIT

(Characters: Aspen & Oriel)

Existed because of a twitter game prompt (Assassin, Hanahaki [trope where the person experiencing unrequited love vomits flowers], and ‘Never’). Twitter knew that I was born to write tragedy

Academic rivals by day, bounty hunter rivals by night

I’d like to call this one ‘The Adventures of Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir but they kill people’

So many accidental parallels, look up what an Aspen and an Oriole (yes he’s named after the bird cause an actual oriel is a type of window) look like and look at their color scheme. These guys’ full name is Aspen Penstemon and Oriel Ruel Chryses, both of their last names are flowers. I didn’t realize that until I looked it up

High and Dry (TBC)

(Characters: Beatrice, Mila & the pther three that don’t have names yet)

Newest one as if now, actually a revamped version of an old story called ‘Why’d You Left Me To Die?’

WYLMTD happened cause I was thinking about my obsession with fairies when I was a child and then I realized that I could make my own, only this time, I’m adding in horror!

Used to be about fairies, now it’s about what lurks in the deep down dark deep down ocean

Mila used to be the antagonist that gaslights Bea, she’s nice now! Still hiding something though…

An excuse to draw oceans and boats

Hey Xenon you keep talking about your stories but barely post them here in Tumblr, how many do you actually have?

Well I’m glad you asked imaginary audience!

I have 20+ of them

#original character #xenonsocks #xenon rambles #original characters #oc #ocs #oc lore #oc info #feel free to send me asks about these!#i’d love to explain them!

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nuclear-reactions · 8 years ago

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Fo4 companions react to discovering that Sole has been a synth the whole time and didn't know it??? (p.s. I really love your writing and I think you should like write a book or something because I'd definitely read it and pay good money for it.)

(It’s funny youshould mention that anon, because I actually am in the process ofwriting the second draft of a novel. It’s partially the reason Idon’t post much these days; along with being a sad flake of a person,most of my free time is spent on rewriting the same paragraph fifteentimes. I’ve mentioned the book before here, but if you enjoy mywriting you can follow my newest side blog @toogaytowrite where I’ll beposting all the drabbles I write that I can’t find a home for as wellas updates on the book and excerpts. If you just want fanfictionstuff you can check out my AO3 too/shameless plug

Codsworth is aplot hole in this kind of theory so he, Strong, and Dogmeat areexcluded )

There’s the truth,in the black and white ink of the Institute’s documents. Their truename is a number and their memories are lines of coded heartbreak.None of it was even real. Somehow it makes sense- the first real,clear memory they have is of the day the bombs fell. If there was alife before that, their creators didn’t deem it necessary to theexperiment. Sole is a synth. Manufactured. Inhuman. An researchproject to see how a synth would act under the outlandish parametersthey’d set. Shaun, their spouse, their memories of their parents,their entire life, all fabrications. Holding the proof with shakinghands, they turn to their companion.

Hancock- He prideshimself on being good with words, on always knowing what to say,whether or not it was exactly the ‘right’ thing to say. Very rarely,pre-ghoul or after, has John Hancock ever found himself at a loss forwords. Yet here is. He had to hand it to the Institute- they reallyoutdid themselves with Sole. They completely convinced him Sole was areal person. The moment that thought crosses his mind, he feels hisstomach bottom out. What the hell was he thinking? Of course Sole isa real person. He built an entire town to shelter people that otherssaw as subhuman, and he had to scold himself for entertaining theidea, even for a moment, that they were anything less than anexemplary human being. More human than most of the people who wouldlaud their humanity as a virtue. “Hey.” He tips their head up alittle. “Look at the bright side- I ain’t gonna outlive you now,and you get to keep all of your skin. We can raise hell forcenturies.” A hollow huff of laughter escapes them. He fixes themwith a steady gaze. “You’re still you, Sole. That might be hard tobelieve right now, but its true. You’re the same person that waltzedinto Goodneighbor and turned my world upside down. And I’ve still gotyour back, whatever you’re made of.” He chuckles, “Tinman.” andknocks his knuckles against their chest.

Nick- He put ahands on their shoulder. “Easy there, kid. This is a lot to takein.” He knows too well the way it feels to have the world pulledout from under you in exactly this fashion. It’d been a long timesince he woke up in a dumpster with a head full of stolen memories,he knows better than perhaps anyone in the Commonwealth, or at leastanyone in the room, what Sole is going through. Yet, he still findsit unimaginable. His memories are real. They’re not his own, but aman named Nick Valentine had existed once. To realize every face inyour head, every ghost haunting your dreams, was just a part of yourprogramming, it was unfathomable But just as he understands thefeeling of realizing you aren’t really you, that your identity is alie, he also knows what it means to break free of the preconceivedtemplate the Institute laid out for you. “They didn’t make you,understand? Everything you are, everything you’ve done, those gotnothing to do with anything they did to you. Whatever they made youfor, you made yourself, without their help.” He pulls them into anembrace with one hand and pushes the paper away with the other. Theyhelped him accept this same simple truth, the least he could do wasmake them see it too.

Curie- She is onlyjust beginning to grapple and understand her own newly foundemotions, and all the knowledge she has on the subject are frompurely clinical standpoints. The wisdom of old dead men on how totreat someone who is suffering from something impossible to healthrough conventional means. She knows this discover must come as ashock to Sole. She knows there are things she should do to comfortthem. But she’s unsure of where to begin. “Do you need to sitdown?” No response. They merely stare blankly at the paper in theirhands. “It is… fascinating a synth could develop such complexemotions as you have, non? If this is true, that is.” She takes afew cautious steps to their side. She tries smiling at them. “Youare all the more incredible. To have gained the autonomy… thehumanity you have gained. Ah, you are a miracle.” It maybe isn’t ascomforting as she might have hoped, and it doesn’t seem to lift theirspirits much, but they thank her anyway. It’s the truth really. Thisdiscovery just proved how extraordinary they truly were, even morethan when she thought they were human. They were a machine thattranscended beyond what they were designed for. She hoped to be likethem someday.

Danse (pre BlindBetrayal)- His mind whirls into a tail spin, his breath quickens. Asynth? He had been lied to this entire time by some synth plant inthe Brotherhood? He almost feels light headed. They had been privy tosome of the Brotherhood’s most guarded secrets- they had infiltratedthe Prydwen with such ease! They stood ten feet away from ElderMaxson. They could have killed him, could have killed any number ofhis brothers and sisters, and no one would have been quick enough tostop them. He put them all at risk by trusting a complete stranger.How could he have been so blind? He levels his weapon against theirhead. “Did you know about this?” he demands. He shouldn’t begiving them a chance to justify this, to lie to him even further. Heknows he has orders to kill synths on sight, but his need for answersin this moment eclipses his training. The shell-shocked look on theirface almost makes him flinch. “I didn’t… I swear, I didn’t.” Hegrips tighter to his weapon to calm the tremor in his hand. Thethings he had trusted them with… He had told them about Cutler.Suddenly the gun feels to heavy to keep aloft. He lets it fall,turning sharply away from them. He couldn’t, not again. It had takeneverything he had to put Cutler down when he found him, it had tornhim open. Even if they were a synth, he couldn’t be responsible forthe death of another person he considered a friend. “I never wantto see you again, do you understand? When I report this, you will bean enemy of the Brotherhood of Steel, and if you show your faceagain, I will have you shot.” He leaves them alone in that crampedoffice and doesn’t look back. Next time, he won’t be so weak.

Danse (post BlindBetrayal)- He wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone. His identity, hismemories, his very essence ripped away, through no fault of his own.It had been almost too much to stand. If Sole hadn’t have been therefor him, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to take it. He wouldn’tbe standing here with them now. Maxson would have had him destroyedif not for Sole, and if not Maxson, then… he remembers the way hehad admired his gun after his secret had been exposed. There was nodoubt in his mind that he would be dead either way. “I know itfeels like the world is coming down right now. Nothing I can say ordo will make that feeling go away. It takes time.” He took a deepbreath. “But it gets better. Even when if feels like it won’t.”He gingerly rests a hand on their back. “And I’ll be here.” Theyhad been his anchor to humanity. He’s almost grateful he has thechance to pay them back for that.

MacCready- Hedoesn’t know what to feel. Like he’s been lied to, by someone he’dnever met, didn’t even know the name of. More than anything, he hatesthe people who made Sole, who gave them such a good heart, and madethem suffer. His loss of Lucy and Duncan’s sickness had just beenlife being unfair and cruel, but someone made the conscious decisionto do this to Sole. Some shithead sat at a computer and mapped outeach heartbreak in their life. To give them a spouse and a child,make them feel that overwhelming love, and then to take it away. Forwhat? To test them? How cruel could a person really be? Machine ornot, Sole is his friend, they’ve proven that time and time again, andhe has nothing but hate for the sick bastards that toyed with themlike this. He takes their hand gently in his, coaxing the paper fromtheir shaking grip. “This doesn’t mean anything, hear me? Itchanges nothing.” He tears the paper in half, in thirds, into bitstoo small to put back together, and scatters them across the floor.He cradles their neck and the back of their head to force them tolook him in the eye. “This changes nothing.”

Deacon- He’d seenit before- a lot, actually. He was there when several synths came tothe realization they were constructed. The confusion and hurt was tobe expected. He hates to think there had been a time when he wouldn’thave accepted Sole, the person he had come to trust the most, whenthis news came to light. But more than anything, he feels suddenlymore protective of them. The Commonwealth was often cruel to thingsit didn’t understand, none more so than ghouls and synths. How manypeople, who once hailed Sole as a hero, would turn their backs onthem if this came to light? How many would do worse than that? Peopleturned on their own families if they thought they were synths,whether or not they were dangerous. He pushed his sunglasses off tolook Sole in the eye. “Nobody has to know about this,” he says,voice low, “We can just pretend we never saw this.” He cracksinto a smirk. “I mean, what super secret Institute document? Neverseen one of those!” They don’t look convinced, but he isn’t reallysure what could convince them. “You know I’ve got your back.Partner.” They finally look up from the paper to him. He flashesthem a smile and holds eye contact only for a moment, long enough toprove himself, before pushing his glasses back up the bridge of hisnose.

Cait- “Shite…”It’s all she can think to say. She never had much of an opinion aboutsynths- she thought the Institute was scummy, but before Sole broughther on board, she never got involved in the politics of theCommonwealth. If the Brotherhood was out of line, if the Railroad’scause was just, if the Institute had to be stopped- she never gave itmuch thought. They were all mad bastards as far as she was concerned.She never had to give much thought even to the concepts of synthetichumans. But this same attitude meant that, in the face of thisrevelation, she didn’t feel betrayed, or suspicious. She just saw afriend in need of comfort. She placed a hand on their shoulder. “Youalright?” She can feel them shaking ever so slightly, and squeezesthem a little harder. “Bastards, messing with people like this.”A smile plays on her lips, and she claps them on the back. “Youknow, I didn’t give my father nearly the beating he deserved. What doya’ say we rectify it with yours?”

Piper- One of herbiggest fears, the night terror she had for countless nights, was theInstitute replacing someone precious to her. She often dreamed of Natcoming home one day different. The difference that came when someonewas replicated. It filled her with dread and made her hate and fightthe Institute all the harder, knowing it could happen, that it hadhappened to people she knew- brothers, mothers, friends, all takenand never returned. She might not know them as intimately as she didNat or Sole, but she felt their grief. It feels… wrong, somehow.Even knowing the Sole she knows is the same one she has always known,the discovery of their origins sends chills down her spine. Lookingat them now, it was like looking at a stranger with a familiar face.All the confusion and traces of fear of having someone close to herreplaced with none of the replacing. She never thought she hatedsynths as a whole,- she hated lies, she hated the Institute forplanting synths and spreading uncertainty, but now she had toquestion her own feelings. This feels like one big lie. They turn toher with a lost look on their face. “Piper, I…” Their voicecracks. The ice she felt creeping into her heart melts. She has toremember her own words; whether they’re born or built, a person is aperson. She’d be the worst kind of hypocrite if she said such things,then turned around and gave her own friend the cold shoulder forthings beyond their control. She sighs and steps forward, twines herfingers around their wrist. “I know. We’ll… we’ll figure thisout, Blue.”

Preston- Hefidgets with the strap of his rifle, his hands restless. He wantsnothing more than to pull them into a hug. He can’t imagine what theymust be feeling. To wake up one morning and realize everything youthought you knew, everything you are, everything you’ve done, all ofit was unreal, it was beyond comprehension. He isn’t sure if he wouldbe able to handle it. But he’s always known Sole is strong, strongerthan him in a lot of ways. That’s what he’s always admired aboutthem. “General.” It’s just a simple word, he’d called them by thetitle a thousand times since he’d bestowed it on them, but saying itnow almost makes them jump. “I’m not-” they almost say. “Youare,” he interjects. “The Minutemen will still stand behind you.I know I will.” They start to turn away and he captures them by thefar shoulder, coaxing them back. “Whatever you were, you’ve provenyourself time and time again to be the kick in the ass theCommonwealth needs. You’re more than what you were made for.”

X6-88- They werenever meant to see these documents. He realized too late what theyhad stumbled across, and can only stare blankly at them when theyturn to him with accusations in their gaze. Father had personallybriefed him on this experiment, it was his job to observe them, neverletting on that he knew what he knew. Now they were compromised. “Isthis true?” they ask in a shaking, yet commanding voice. “Youweren’t supposed to-” They push past him through the door, clutchingthe paper in their fist. “Sir/ma'am, just wait a moment. Allow meto explain-” “This explains it perfectly well!” He sighs,watching their back retreat. “Beta 0 9 volaris,” he calls out,and they stopped dead in their tracks. Their grip on the documentwent slack, their head drooping as every tense muscle in their bodywent limp. He’d been advised only to use their recall code in extremesituations, otherwise it would be weeks, maybe even months ofInstitute’s work down the drain. If any situation called for it, thiswas the one. He crosses to them in a few long strides. “For whatit’s worth,” he says, though he knows they can’t hear him in thisstate, “I have never considered anyone remarkable until I met you.”He relays to the Institute and hands them in to be reprogrammed.

#SO MANY MISTAKES #if i forgot someone i will eat my own face #i feel they arent very varied but like?? all the companions except danse are pretty cool with synths so i mean #fallout 4 #companion reactions #maccready #nick valentine #cait #curie #x6-88 #paladin danse #deacon #hancock #preston garvey #piper wright #synth!sole #synth #long post

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January 2017

I keep forgetting to post the January list! I'm thinking I'll make this a monthly thing instead of weekly? It just seems more feasible that way. :) This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past weeks. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites HERE. ♥

Month: January, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ (Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll Explicit | 78,759w The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing's gotten less complicated after all this time.

▶▶ A Little Push in the Right Direction by crossroadswrite General | 3,708w Stiles squints at him and for a split second the color of his eyes turns liquid, like there's whiskey sloshing around in the irises. It's subtle enough that it could pass for a trick of the light but Derek knows better; growing up peeking at an array of supernatural creatures from behind his mom's legs taught him enough to take a step back.

▶▶ Anteocularis by Aravis Explicit | 19,393w Allison meets a strange deer in the forest. Derek may have found someone who can match his level of bullshit. Stiles is running from a murderer. Pack-feels and cross-species bonding.

▶▶ Bad Santa by yodasyoyo Teen And Up | 4,435w Stiles has to be Derek's Secret Santa in the pack gift exchange. And discovers he may have feelings for the pack's resident sourwolf.

▶▶ Between Men and Lions by standinginanicedress ★ Explicit | 102,164w "I thought we could be friends," Derek offers, to which Stiles gets an odd smile on his face. "Friends," he repeats, an odd inflection. "Yes, friends." Stiles laughs, just barely. It's more of an exhalation of breath than it is genuine mirth or anything else, and then he smiles. "I'm pretty good at friends," he says with a tilt to his head, and Derek clears his throat and has to look away."

▶▶ Children's Tales by artemis69 General | 4,690w In a world where the Hales are alive and the protectors of the town of Beacon Hills, the humans politely fake ignorance of their not-really-human status, and they all live happily ever after. Then Kate comes in. Well. Tries to.

▶▶ Cupboard Love by mklutz General | 32,682w He's carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that's Derek Hale, he's definitely not a mountain man."

▶▶ For better, for worse by Vendelin Explicit | 13,336w Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn't until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn't loving their life as much as Derek is.

▶▶ Give Me A Signal by redeyedwrath Teen And Up | 11,707w In which there are dating apps, witches, attempted ritual sacrifices, and a whole lot of protectiveness.

▶▶ gone with the dragons by Liu Teen And Up | 14,485w Prince Stiles has been obsessed with dragons from an early age. When he happens to find one, his opinions might change.

▶▶ I Knew I Loved You Before I Met You by Cobrilee Teen And Up | 12,852w One love letter from Stiles starts off a chain of events that changes Derek's life. Funny enough, the letter wasn't even for him. He just stole it and fell in love.

▶▶ Little Kid Crush by KuriKuri Teen And Up | 5,052w "What's your name?" Derek asks, wiping the last of the tears off the kid's face with his sleeve. "'tiles," the kid mumbles, and Derek frowns, wondering if he heard correctly. "Tiles?" Derek repeats. "Stiles," the kid repeats, pouting at Derek slightly, defiant even though his eyes are still puffy and red and his cheeks tear-stained.

▶▶ Lorelei by TroubleIWant Mature | 9,671w Derek didn't become a deep sea fisherman to make friends, but somehow that's exactly what's happened. Assuming, of course, that friendship is what's going on between him and the deeply irritating (and attractive) man he's managed to save. Surely they can last the few days 'till landfall without annoying each other to death... or falling into bed together. Right?

▶▶ Maybe Someday (I'll Be Home For Next Year) by ofherlionheart Teen And Up | 16,364w AKA, the Grandma Stilinski fic. Derek Hale meets a Mabel Stilinski while living in New York. He learns that she has a grandson. There are miscommunications, scarves, stealth-matchmaking plans, and cookies. Many, many cookies.

▶▶ Millstone by eleanor_lavish ★ Explicit | 31,379w Derek waits until the door is shut behind him before he turns around. He holds out his hand, plants his 'if you're not weird about it, I won't be' smile on his face and says, "Nice to meet you, Stiles. I'm Michael. What kind of a good time are you looking for tonight?" Or, the hooker!Derek fic of my id.

▶▶ Prince Charming Is A Lie (Or Possibly Hellspawn) by obroech N/A | 2,659w "I think it was a mistake to kiss me, that first time."

▶▶ Prized by nameloc_ar_115 ★ Explicit | 12,042w In which there is an omega, an alpha, multiple suitors, and the duties of a king during peacetime.

▶▶ Sinking Ships by standinginanicedress Explicit | 106,646w Derek Hale has never met a human before. Throughout his life, he's probably encountered, give or take, a hundred or so. A mere hundred human beings in his twenty-three years walking around on earth, compared to the millions of weres he's seen. And, even then, encountered them he might have, but met? Not even close.

▶▶ Survival Strategies and Interior Design by alocalband ★ General | 4,710w It takes Derek a lot longer than it should to realize what Stiles is doing.

▶▶ The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam Explicit | 180,079w It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all. After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

▶▶ To See With Eyes Unclouded by mikkimouse Explicit | 47,770w Cursed by a dying god, Derek seeks help from the great wolf Satomi. She lifts the curse with a Bite, but Derek can never leave the forest, lest the curse return. Taken in by Satomi's small pack, Derek finds himself learning more about the forest and navigating an antagonistic relationship with Stiles, Satomi's only human child. But darkness encroaches at their borders as the humans of Irontown delve deeper into the forest in their quest for iron, and the bad blood between the wolves and the humans threatens to breach the point of no return. And Derek may well be the only one who can pull them back from the brink.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Fic by anchorsandadderall N/A | 8,974w The first clue that something is wrong is that the call comes in at 2 in the morning.

▶▶ Untitled Tumblr Fic by artemis69 ★ N/A | 2,441w Prompt: Stiles dragging the pack to play Laser Tag But fast forward seven years later. They are nineteen now, Scott is a werewolf and Stiles has been tortured and shot at. Laser tag is gonna be easy. Stiles is so ready to avenge their younger selves.

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#read fics list #sterek fics #sterek fanfiction #sterek #2017 - JANUARY

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A Slice of Heaven (p.1)

Marinette never expected to find Adrien Agreste with two small kittens outside of her family’s bakery, but she’s pleasantly surprised at the man she finds underneath the fame. Their chance meeting leads to events that neither could have ever anticipated. . .

Marinette wiped down the bakery’s counters, counting down the minutes until she would be released for the weekend. Her parents owned what had been nicknamed the best bakery in Paris, and Marinette had worked there her whole life. Baking delicious sweets and putting smiles on the faces of hundreds of Parisians filled her with joy, even if it was hard work that sometimes wasn’t completely fulfilling. Marinette allowed herself to doze off into dreamland. . .

A beach, occupied only by her and the man she loved. A setting sun that encased her love in a suit of gold, making him shine brighter than he had in the daylight hours. Marinette sighed, reaching out to touch his cheek. . .although, this man was faceless. She couldn’t make out who he was, but his boyish grin set off fireworks in her heart.

Marinette was jolted out of her reverie by a loud crash. She squared her shoulders and set down the cleaning supplies, confused by what could have caused such a commotion this late at night. The young, black haired woman was a lot tougher than anyone would have suspected - if there was something sinister happening outside of the bakery, she could easily take down the perpetrator.

However, when Marinette made her way outside, she was confronted with a scene much different from the disaster she had envisioned.

Adrien Agreste, the handsomely rich model and son of world famous fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, was sitting cross-legged by the bakery’s back door holding two small kittens. To add to Marinette’s shock, the man was purring and cradling the kittens in his arms, looking more happy than he ever had in any of his modeling campaigns.

Marinette cleared her throat, somehow feeling like she was intruding even though Adrien was the one sitting outside of her house with kittens at 10 p.m.

The model jolted, his eyes widening and jaw dropping. “Oh, uh, I swear it’s not what it looks like!”

Marinette was officially confused. Adrien gulped. “I saw these kittens, okay? They were alone - and I couldn’t just leave them! But when I tried to pick them up, they scattered! So I ran after them, until we came up to this bakery. I crashed into the dumpster - I know, how clumsy of me, right? Anyway, when that happened Tikki turned around and jumped into my arms. . .she’s so sweet! Plagg followed her. After that we’ve just been hanging out. I guess these two like to stick together.”

“Tikki? ...Plagg?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right!” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, a blush starting to color his cheeks a deep red. “I named these two Tikki and Plagg. Obviously you wouldn’t know that. . .sorry, what’s your name?”

Marinette chuckled. It was pretty funny seeing such a well put together guy (usually, anyway) stumble over his words. More often than not, Marinette was the one totally losing it during a conversation. “I’m Marinette. And you are Adrien Agreste.”

Adrien grimaced. “As you can imagine, I’d appreciate if no one else knew about me crouching outside of a bakery in the middle of the night playing with stray kittens.”

“Don’t worry about!” Marinette smiled, reaching out a hand. “In fact, I can help you figure out what to do with the kittens and give you a sweet treat.” She faltered a little, suddenly remembering that she was talking to no ordinary man, and feeling surprised at herself that she had been so forward to someone who obviously had better things to do than sit around in the bakery with her. “O-of course, only i-if you w-w-want to. . .”

Adrien frowned at her sudden nervousness. It had been nice to meet a woman who didn’t seem fazed at all by who he was. He took her outreached hand, quickly replying, “I’d love to, Marinette. I don’t get sweets that often! And someone told me this is the best bakery in all of Paris.”

Marinette giggled, regaining some of the confidence she had before her invitation. Adrien handed Tikki over to her, then picked up Plagg, as they walked into the bakery and were enveloped by the warmth of Marinette’s childhood home. She walked over to the display, taking out the few goods that were leftover from the busy day. Three macarons, a few cookies, and an eclair were all she had to offer Adrien. Marinette sighed as she walked over to the table Adrien and the kittens had chosen. If she had known that there would be such a high profile customer today, there would have been way more impressive sweets set aside this morning.

Adrien, however, didn’t care at all. His eyes lit up when Marinette laid out all of the desserts and he quickly dove for a macaroon, shoving it into his mouth and barely swallowing. “This really is amazing! Oh, what I would do to come here whenever I wanted.”

Plagg purred, and, if he had been human Marinette would’ve sworn the cat rolled his eyes at Adrien’s overreaction. “So what are your ideas for the kittens? Were you thinking a shelter, or looking to see if they’re missing. . .”

“I think I wanna take one home with me. I would love to have both Plagg and Tikki, but there’s no way my dad would let me have two kittens. Bringing one home is already a stretch.” Taking note of Marinette’s confused expression, he explained further, “I still live at the family place. Even though I’m 18, he still has a lot of control over me.” Adrien wanted to say even more, like ask her if it was normal to still not have freedom despite being an adult and having completed school, but he stopped himself. Why did it feel so easy to divulge all of his worries to this stranger?

Silence fell between the two of them for a few minutes as Marinette mulled over the information she had just received. She had seen plenty of stray animals in the past 18 years, but there was something. . .familiar about Tikki that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something that made her feel like she had a responsibility to personally care for the small kitten. Oddly enough, despite being a deep reddish brown, Tikki had a patch of black fur along her head that reminded Marinette of a ladybug. The kitten looked nothing like any other cat she had seen before. It was intriguing.

“I can handle Tikki just fine,” Marinette said at last, breaking the tension filled silence that had fell between them. “So you take Plagg, and I’ll make sure Tikki is cared for.”

Adrien didn’t even try to hide his excitement as he reached for a cookie, his other hand rapidly stroking Plagg’s left ear. “That makes me really happy Marinette!” A honk from outside caused both of them to jump, as Marinette’s eyes landed on a large, serious looking man emerging from an expensive car.

“Oh,” Adrien gulped as his smile fell, “that’s my bodyguard. I guess he found me. Listen, Marinette, I am seriously so happy for you helping me. And, hopefully-”

“I won’t tell anyone. About the cat chasing,” Marinette interrupted. She couldn’t resist giggling at the ridiculousness of it all. Her and Adrien freaking Agreste had a secret.

Adrien exhaled and stood, cradling Plagg as the black kitten purred. Plagg’s fur was completely black in contrast to Tikki’s, but his eyes were green. And, somehow, Marinette felt like the little kitty had a heightened awareness of everything that was going on around him.

“It might not be plausible,” Adrien murmured, rubbing his neck again, “but I really hope I see you again someday. And Tikki, too!”

Marinette nodded, somehow containing her shock - Adrien wanted to see her again?

The four of them walked over to the bakery’s front door, Tikki following close behind. “My lips are shut.” Marinette did a locking motion, throwing an imaginary key into Adrien’s free hand. He waved, and then turned, walking out into the quiet night and into his bodyguard’s car. The car sped away, leaving Marinette behind with a twinkle in her eye.

{also posted on Wattpad! My @ is mangoberryx3}

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupen-chang #miraculous ladybug fanfic #chat noir #ladybug #tikki and plagg #tikki #plagg

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