#i then thought of this image in my head and started cackling maniacally

[novasorbit]

sometimes i wonder who gave me the capacity to draw and therefore photoshop because i lost sleep over this

[generalluxun]

A second scene between fics.

“-and that’s the latest we have on this new hero careening across the streets of Paris,” Nadja Camchak’s image smiled vaguely from the TV screen.

“Can we even call them a hero, Nadja?” Her co-anchor asked with an even more vapid cheer.

“Well Jean,” Nadja simpered, “It’s definitely a curious situation. They helped defeat an akuma, but almost immediately got in a fight with our very own Ladybug. How are we supposed to interpret that, especially alongside moments like these?”

She gestured at the air and a half dozen images of Purrge apprehending criminals, pulling people from ruined cars, and even rescuing a cat, scrolled behind her.

“I think it’s safe to say that at the very least they’re not a villain. Perhaps we have a heroic territorial dispute on our hands?”

The camera swung back to Jean who was frowning in overexaggerated concern, “A most troubling thought, Nadja. It doesn’t help that when asked for comment this Not-Cat-Noir hissed at reporters and crushed a microphone.”

Nadja tilted her head in mock camaraderie, “Well Jean-”

*Kthunk* The heavy slap of metal plates overrode the TV.

The TV that hung small and as an afterthought in a stuffy room that predated the very idea of a ‘recreational gym.’ Le Grand Paris had repurposed it for guests, stuffed it full of exercise machinery despite the lack of ventilation, though only one patron was present at the moment.

Chloé leaned forward, panting where she sat at the lat-pull down machine. As sweat dripped down her face, framing a maniacal grin, she glanced up at the news cast, “Ha! Crushed it, bit it in half, and spit it back in his face more like.”

Almost empty; Plagg floated up out of a nest of discarded hand towels, cackling. He floated up towards the screen. “You people have made so many new and interesting things to break since I was last out. Electronics? Sparks and fires already barely contained. It’s brilliant!”

Chloé adjusted her fingerless gloves and reached up for the pull bar again. She made sure of her grip before starting another set, “nnf. You should have seen the cat one. Hfff. Cat in a tree? Cataclysm! Gnnf.  Poof! No tree and I didn’t even drop the cat.”

Plagg sidebarred, “I would hope not.” Then louder, “What’s with all this? There’s not a butterfly in sight when you go out.”

Chloé’s response continued between repetitions, “Better. Than. Ladybug.”

Plagg gestured at the screen. “Yeah, but it’s not making you any friends.”

“Doesn’t. Matter. Better.”

He flew down, dodging back and forth under the rise and fall of weights as Chloé worked.

When she stopped he sat on the weights and asked, “You aren’t moving this anywhere, just back and forth.”

She slumped forward again, forehead against the frame of the weight machine. Sucking in deep breaths in shakey gulps. “Get stronger. That’s how it works, right? You said. For fighting.”

The words seemed to take a while to sink in, or maybe he was considering his answer more than usual. Chloé’s ragged panting filled up the room. Plagg twitched one ear slowly. “Kinda? My power enhances what you already got. So unless you take lessons you’re not suddenly become good with the baton-”

“-stupid stick anyway-”

Plagg wrinkled his nose and deadpanned. “...Right… Anyway, but if you are strong, or fast, you get stronger or faster… like you with your jumps-”

“-eight years of ballet.”

Plagg waved a paw. “Whatever that is. Yeah. So, sure you can raise the baseline, but that takes time. It’s not gonna happen overnight.”

Chloé sat up again and wiped the sweat from her lips. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll still be better.”

Plagg squinted. As Chloé reached up for the bar again he floated off the weights quickly. “Look, fun is fun, but your room says ‘Miss Priss’ to me, so why the sudden urgency?”

She adjusted her grip, looking through him into the past. “I won’t lose this time.”

“What do you mean by-”

The beep and click of the gym door unlocking sent Plagg diving for cover. The door opened slowly and André’s head showed itself around the edge. Spotting Chloé, he paused. “Sweety, hi. I am glad you are enjoying the gym, but our patrons need to be able to use it too…”

Chloé instantly scowled, standing and stomping her foot. “No! I need my privacy. They can have it when I ‘m done.!”

André grimaced. “Honey, I’ll get you a new gym. There’s that old ice rink no one uses any more. You’d have the biggest gym in Paris!”

The mention of the rink triggered a memory. She hadn't gotten the gym back then either; another failure. “No! I don’t want that one. Give it to your guests. This one is mine!”

She stomped her foot again for good measure. Instead of retreating though André’s expression hardened again. “If the gym isn’t open in fifteen minutes, honey, I’ll have the lock changed on it and you won’t get the new key.”

He pulled his head back like the world’s fastest snail as soon as he was finished speaking. The door clicked shut while Chloé was still fighting to not swallow her own tongue in rage.

Plagg poked his head up and scented the air quickly. “Hey now, kid, it’s no big deal. It’s just one time, right kid? Kid?”

“Claws out!”

Purrge grabbed the exercise machine she had been using by one upright and heaved the multi-station behemoth across the room.

Steel buckled, plaster crumbled, and heavy plates splintered the hardwood floor. The tangled wreckage effectively blocked the only exit. It was still minutes before anyone dared try the handle from the other side. Rattle, rattle, click. The door wasn’t budging. Muffled voices called out in intermined frustration and concern.

Purrge sat on the floor, back against the wall and knees to her chest. She held one hand palm up above them. The swirling motes of cataclysm danced and popped in the air; all potential one moment, the next nothing. Her slitted eyes watched unblinking at the world moved on around her.

[littlegaybean1]

So I had a dream a few weeks ago and I thought you good omens Tumblr people would want to hear about it.

What was this dream, I hear absolutely none of you cry?

Good Omens Season Three of course!

It begins with Crowley, with his hair just above the shoulders and wavy, very similar to the 2000s Crowley hair. He's in his house, wearing sunglasses and dressed in his final fifteen outfit. Somehow my dream self knew that this was a month or two after the final fifteen. Crowley is lounging in his chair, looking depressed, with a glass of wine balanced on the arm somehow.

Then, we cut to Heaven. Aziraphale is sitting at the desk that Michael is seen at in S2, with stacks of paperwork on the desk. He's smiling, but tears are pooling in his eyes. The Metatron comes over and says something that I can't remember, to which Aziraphale says "yes of course" in his polite way with a smile. He shuffles the papers and then gets up and walks away, the Metatron looking on with an expression that I can only describe as villainous.

Then, we cut to... Hastur? Who is narrating? Subconscious brain, what are you doing? He stares straight at me (which is basically like staring at the camera) and monologues, which boils down to

"Our great heroes are separated, grieving the loss of each other when neither are dead" (sarcastically)

"Well," *chuckles* "neither are dead yet."

Cut back to Crowley. He's angry, tears streaming from underneath his glasses. He throws his wine glass at the wall before collapsing on the floor. Looking up at the ceiling, he speaks to someone above, we all know who.

"Why did you go? Why'd you have to go and leave me you adorable little bastard. You left me, I needed you! I still... I still need you. Come back. Please come back." Or something similar to that. His voice breaks and he just lies there crying.

Up in Heaven, Aziraphale can't hear him but something upsets him. He buries his head in his arms, crying.

Then, back to Crowley's flat, but this time he's not alone. Hastur, Dagon, Shax and Eric burst in through the wall, grab him and drag him out of the door whilst he's screaming and cursing at them.

Cut to Hell, in the room that Beelzebub teleported Crowley to in S2. Crowley's on a black throne, but he's chained down and his head is forced into a bowed position. The four aforementioned demons stand before him, cackling. One of them holds a sword to his throat.

Cut back to Heaven, and Uriel comes over to Aziraphale and says that they've been sent a message from Hell. The message is a live video call, showing the previous scene. Aziraphale gasps, suddenly going from mildly confused to purely terrified. His eyes flood with tears and he appears paralysed, standing stock still and eyes glued to the image before him.

The demons laugh and hiss, before burying the sword in Crowley's shoulder. It glows brightly and Crowley screams in pain. A bucket is seen next to them, and I somehow know that Aziraphale is certain that it's full of holy water. Aziraphale seems to break out of his daze, stutters a bit then says, to nobody in particular

"I'll just be two ticks"

The demons are visibly confused, as is Uriel. None of them really know what to make of this. Then, still on the video, Crowley starts to shake, and is suddenly not chained. He collapses and rolls off the chair. One of the demons shove him onto his back, where we see that Crowley is... Laughing???

"Oh, we're all seriously fucked. That's his 'I'm going to pretend that everything is fine then turn into an absolute raging maniac' voice."

He then starts laughing even harder. The demons exchange worried glances. Has he gone off his rocker?

One of the demons is getting seriously pissed off by the laughing, and stabs Crowley in the other shoulder. But this time, he doesn't scream, he just keeps on laughing.

Suddenly, the room rumbles and an extremely pissed, immaculately dressed Aziraphale appears, wielding his flaming sword. His eyes are glowing the purple of Arch-Angelic power. With two strokes of his sword, Eric discorporates and the sword pointed at Crowley is knocked away. Aziraphale stands over Crowley's bleeding form and growls in the same tone as in the bookshop

"Stay back."

He waves his hand over Crowley's body, and a shield of light splits him off from everyone. Somehow my dream self knows that Aziraphale isn't only protecting Crowley from the demons, he's protecting Crowley from him. With that, Aziraphale thrusts his sword deeply into the ground, the room shaking violently and filling with pure angelic light. When it fades, Aziraphale is covered in soot and bears several burns, and is carrying Crowley through the light, up and up back to

The bookshop.

Crowley looks up at Aziraphale in a bit of a daze, and weakly says

"Did you... Stop to change before charging down to hell?"

"I wanted to be dressed appropriately! It's not every day one fights off demons in their home territory." Aziraphale sounds defensive, but also worried.

"You idiot angel." Crowley smiles at him affectionately.

"Yes, he very much is."

DUN DUN DUN!

The Metatron appears in the bookshop, an expression of fury on his face.

"I gave you power, I gave you status, I gave you a name for yourself. But still, you throw away all this for some, failed angel who couldn't even be a demon right! I won't have it!"

The Metatron snaps his fingers, white light flooding the bookshop and Crowley cries out in alarm. The husbands grip each other tightly, refusing to let even the Metatron's power separate them.

My dream ends with Hastur's laughter, as the two wake up in Heaven, still clutching each other.

[renjuseyo]

47 and 7 with winwin and male reader

pairing: dong sicheng / reader (male)

7 - “i missed you so much.”

47 - “because we’re attracted to each other.”

prompt game: closed

it's not easy dating an idol. it's even harder when said idol often promotes in another country.

you knew you would endure hardships when you first started dating sicheng, having delved into a relationship just as nct's popularity grew. it was difficult enough, struggling to see him face-to-face due to his busy schedules with the 127 sub unit. what neither of you anticipated was when sm made the decision to add sicheng to a new chinese sub unit. it isn't a surprise, considering how he's a chinese member, but the news was abrupt, and also meant he would be flying overseas to promote.

when he first debuted with wayv, you were nothing short of ecstatic. watching him grow as an artist made your chest swell with pride, especially since being a part of wayv allowed him to showcase his talents. although he was well loved within the 127 sub unit, it was obvious he was often pushed back into the shadows more often than not. however, it would be a lie if you said you didn't feel disappointed from time to time. since he promotes in china, these days you see him through a phone screen more than you see him in person. as proud of you are of him, the unanticipated long distance only reminds you of the loneliness, especially when you're going through rough patches.

but as all consuming the loneliness can be sometimes, you never voice it, especially to sicheng. he feels guilty enough about it, so it would do no good to remind him of it. so when you two get the rare chance to call each other, you distract yourself by making witty jokes and sarcastic remarks, while he tells you funny episodes that occur in the wayv dorms.

"...let me make sure i heard right: yangyang lit the toaster on fire, and all you did was record the entire thing?" you enunciate, bewildered.

there's some shuffling on the other end of the line before sicheng's voice crackles through. "in my defense, it made for one hell of a memory."

you're unsure whether to laugh or reprimand him, but you decide to do the former, throwing your head back. "you guys are unreal," you cackle, reaching for a cup from the cupboard, "did anyone put out the fire?"

"kun-ge did, but i'm pretty sure he grew some white hairs from the entire ordeal. i have the video if you want to see it for yourself."

you ponder the offer before shaking your head, even if he can't see you. "no thanks. i'm pretty sure i'd just hear maniacal laughter from hendery and yangyang and distressed screaming from kun-ge and dejun." you shuffle towards the kettle and pour yourself a glass of warm water. "how are we even dating? i want to date someone who can financially support me and is responsible, not someone who records toaster fires."

an offended gasp sounds from the other line, causing you to chuckle. "hey! it's because we're attracted to each other. you aren't going to find anyone else like me," he brags. you laugh, shaking your head. you can't argue with that.

a comfortable silence blankets the atmosphere as you sip your water. "so, what are you doing right now?" you ask, breaking the silence.

"i'm heading to do something important," sicheng answers. his response is quite curt, piquing your curiosity. it's unfortunate that he chose not to video call, but you suppose it's better than nothing.

"are you going to elaborate?"

"you'll see what i'm talking about in a second." you frown at his vagueness, but before you can ask, he interjects, "i have to go now. see you soon, (name)!"

"soon? what-" but you're quickly interrupted when the line abruptly cuts off, and you're left staring at the contact picture you have of sicheng. staring at the image of him smiling as he poses in front of a cherry blossom tree suddenly increases the tightness in your chest, and you can only sadly smile as you recall your loneliness.

but your thoughts are interrupted when the doorbell rings. who could it be? you wonder; as far as you're concerned, you weren't expecting any visitors. setting your glass down, you shuffle towards the door and unbolt your lock before tentatively opening it.

perhaps you should've paid more attention to sicheng's words. maybe then you wouldn't be so shocked about the sight before you.

"if you let your mouth hang open for so long, flies are going to go in," sicheng snorts, leaning against your door frame. there in all of his glory stands sicheng, who definitely shouldn't be in front of your house - at least, not without any warning.

"what the fuck," you mutter, eyes blown open in shock. from what you know, sicheng should be in china with yukhei, tending to their promotions... what could he be doing here? "am i dreaming?"

he laughs at your blatant shock, taking it as a chance to step inside. "this is very much real, my prince," he teases. seemingly reading your mind, he explains, "xuxi and i finished earlier than expected, so we came back for a short break. i wanted to surprise you~"

the shock still hasn't left your system, but the knowledge of sicheng being right in your reach causes you to step forward and wrap your arms around him. this is dong sicheng, your boyfriend, standing in front of you, not the pixelated version of him in poor quality that you've grown used to seeing. there's plenty of time for questions, but right now, his presence can help ease your loneliness, even if it's for a short while. "i missed you so much," you mutter, snaking your arms around his neck.

you expect him to make a joke about your sudden clinginess or mocking your ideal type, but instead, sicheng scoops you into his arms and hums. although he despises skinship, you relish in the fact that you're the sole exception. "i'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long. i have a lot of making up to do, don't i?"

[thesmpisonfire]

Eret wokes up with an explosion.

They don't even think before jumping from his bed and grabbing the sword and the sunglasses, running in the cold halls. "They came back." Her mind is shouting. "George wants the castle again." The ex-monarch takes a turn, heading to one of the castle's guest room. George gave him time to move out! This was not fair, especially without a goddamn warning!

She shakes her head, focusing on a more important topic for now. Fundy. His newly adopted son-but-in-fact-more-like-a-younger-brother was with him for almost a week now, and Eret promissed him that he would be safe there, no more wars or damage.

They storm into Fundy's bedroom, just to find it empty. They can feel panic running on their body just like cold water as they start to run again. No. No. No. He promised Fundy that nothing bad would happen, and he was dead serious with that promise. She runs to the entrance of the castle, armor on and sword in hand, ready to fight for Fundy's safety...

There's no attack.

Well, there's a big hole in one of the walls, the debris scattered around after the explosion. There's still small fires on the burned grass, but nothing serious.

Sitting right on front of it, was Fundy.

The fox was with a flint n' steel in hand, lighting it up and then closing it, just to repeat the cycle. He wasn't moving, his stare lost in someplace beyond the hole. He kept that loop, the fire cackling and the flint n' steel noises completing each other in a strange melody.

Eret approached him, putting a hand on Fundy's shoulder. That seemed to 'woke up' the fox, who stared at the ex-monarch with fear before looking back at the destruction. Eret couldn't stop noticing another tnt, unlighted, right in front of Fundy.

"Eret!" He sounded so scared, getting up and trying to keep his friend far from the fire that was slowly dying out. "I-I'm... I'm sorry!" His voice was shaking, and Eret could tell that he had been crying that night.

"I didn't mean to explode your home!" But that was exactly what Fundy did. He destroyed it. Without any good explanation besides his own fear. Fundy tried to hold the tears, the hands that were pushing Eret away were now gripping his shirt, not wanting him to leave. "I was... I was..." Fundy started to cry again, fear consuming him with the realization that Eret was about to kick him out because of his actions.

"Fundy, what's happened?" Eret used a serious tone, but held Fundy's arms carefully, hoping that it'd wouldn't scare him.

Fundy blinked twice or thrice, cleaning his face with his hands. "I had a nightmare..." He choked out, his face wet. "I- I was here... At the garden." He gestures towards the small flower camp that Niki and Puffy had started a couple of days ago. "And... Techno came in..."

Fundy was running from his own uncle since people said Techno would hunt him down. Their paths hadn't cross since Wilbur's death, and Fundy wasn't looking forward to it. Techno must be on the hunt for him, right? He was a fucking orphan now.

"A-and... Wilbur was with him." Fundy started to shake, not even feeling Eret holding him. "He was alive and..." He whimpered, gripping on Eret's shirt. "He blew everything up again." He cried. "The castle was all gone. Everything was gone. He destroyed everything again, Eret!"

Fundy started to hyperventilate, his eyes unfocused and the image of his nightmare clear in his mind.

Wilbur holding him by his collar, looking at his own son with a maniac smile. 'I despise you, Fundy.' He could hear the whisper. 'Do you really thought that the stupid diary could make what you have done to me?' Wilbur let Fundy go, dropping him on the ground. 'You don't deserve a home, Fundy. Not a traitor like you.' He let out a dry laugh, turning his back and walking away from the destruction. 'Techno, you can do the honors.' The fox only stared at the anarchist, who pointed a crossbow right at his face.

Eret only could listen to Fundy, sometimes changing his look to the hole on his way before going back to the fox. How the two things were connected?

"When I woke up..." Fundy whispered, his voice sounding more tired than seconds before. "I needed to make sure the walls were strong enough to protect us..." He laughed, looking up to Eret. "And they aren't." Fundy looked at the hole, showing it to his friend. "They went down with a single tnt!" He laughed again, tears falling even more.

"Fucking Ghostbur can come here and explode it all!" Fundy now was with both hands in his ginger hair, tugging it. "Techno can burst through the entrance and kill us!" His laugh was desperate, looking back at Eret, who only stared at Fundy. "They'll destroy my home again, Eret! Wilbur used to fucking hate me!" He sobbed again, all his repressed feelings coming out at once. "Ghostbur certainly hates me too! He doesn't even remember me!" He kept shouting his worries, the flint n' steel back to his hand. When did it got there again?

"He will take it all down again and he'll hurt you and you'll hate me because its all my fault and..." His words started to merge together, not even having time to breathe again. All he could think is that Eret was going to leave him too, everyone did. Wilbur, Schlatt.... Philza hated him, didn't he? The same with Techno.

Fundy could almost hear someone calling for him, two soft hands holding his face, but the fox wasn't listening. There was no safe place for him. No. Wilbur would always find him. Wilbur would find him and take it all down again. And then no one would care. Because no one ever did-

"FUNDY!" The shout made Fundy almost scream, suddenly back to the present. Eret was holding his face, the glow in their eyes brighter due to their worry. Fundy sobbed, holding one of Eret's hand and leaning his face against the soft palm. Even if it was temporary, Fundy wanted to enjoy it. Enjoy being part of a family again.

Eret hugs him tightly, and Fundy finds himself hiding in the curve of their neck, quickly returning the hug. All his panic and paranoia slowed down, giving place to the warm comfort Eret was giving to him, securing the fox in their arms.

"I'll never leave you, Fundy. And I'm no capable to hate you. I adopt you, remember?" The ex-monarch whispered, trying to calm his friend... His scared and hurt brother. "I won't let anyone hurt you ever again, not even Techno will be able to pass through me." Eret looks at Fundy's face, smiling a little and cleaning his tears. Fundy chuckled, now looking at the mess he had done.

"We can fix these walls tomorrow... Okay?" Eret reassured him, now hugging Fundy by his side. "For now... We can try to call Niki and Puffy! Try to cook some stuff, what about that?"

The fox was smiling again, joining with jokes while they walked back into the castle. He was grateful to have Eret in his life, someone who still loved him, no matter what.

Outside of the hole, there was a shadow wearing a yellow sweater. He was attracted by the explosion sound just like a moth towards the light. He heard it all and, when he started to make his way back to his sewer, only one thing was stuck in his mind.

"What I've done to my son?"

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

SECOND CHANCE

Prompt: Just some good old fluff with Finny boy

Word Count: Long, bitch! So fucking long

Pairings: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, smut (implied)

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @yungbludjazz360 , @starwithaheart

Notes: Found this in an old file (wrote this about two years ago, maybe?) But I kinda like this little story ❤️ If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

A deep sigh of relief left my lips as I brushed my damp hair. I heard a commotion in the living room, and began to dread the potential fight I would have to break up between a four and six year-old over a remote control.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy!” Caleb screamed in excitement, while bursting through my bedroom door like a maniac

“You’ll never believe who’s downstairs with us” He jumped with a cheeky smile

“Cal, who’s downstairs?” I ask worryingly, instinctively reaching for the gun that I kept in my nightstand

Caleb laughed and ran downstairs again.

As a homicide detective, my cop instincts combined with my motherly instincts took over me and I ran to the living room in only a tank top and panties, with my gun already aimed to shoot.

Although, the last person I thought I would see standing there, braiding my daughter Maeve’s hair in a style reminiscent of queen Elsa, and watching Caleb showing off his somersault technique was HIM…

That caught me off guard and he must have sensed it, because the first thing he did was look up.

“Hi” He said shyly

“What are you doing here, Finn?” I asked, putting my gun down on the dinner table

“I swear I didn’t break in” He laughed, attempting a joke

“What do you want?” I decided to ignore the small talk...there was no need for that, not after everything he did

“I have an injury. So I have some time off for a while and I wanted to stop by to see the kids and you” He whispered the last part

“Injury, huh? Is it bad?”

Even after everything he did, I couldn’t help but worry about his well being, you know, for the kids sake!...

Ok fine, I still love him, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“No, nothing serious. But I got two months off and I was excited to see my family” He looked at me when he said that

“Are you going to see your parents?”

“Yeah and I was thinking if it would be ok with you if I take the kids with me?”

“Of course! Why would I mind?”

His family was always very loving and kind to me, and we became very close once the kids were born. Sometimes I would take them to Ireland on my vacation so they could see their grandparents or they would travel to New York so they could see the kids.

“Because of...you know” He trailed off

“Neither your family or the kids have anything to do with that. I’m a grown woman, Finn. I know how to separate the sheep from the goat, ok?!”

I could feel the air becoming thicker with the tension, until Maeve said

“Mommy, why aren’t you wearing any pants? Are you feeling hot? I can get you the Japanese hand fan daddy gave it to me, if you’d like” She smiled

“Thank you buttercup, but that won’t be necessary. I’ll be right back”

......................................................................

Now, properly dressed, I made my way towards the kitchen to get dinner ready.

“Do you need any help?” Finn asked from behind me

“No, thank you. You can go stay with the kids” I didn’t even bother to turn around to face him

“Y/N, can we talk?”

I sighed “There’s nothing worth talking about, Finn”

“Please?”

“What can you possibly say that will change what happened? Nothing! It will be a bunch of empty sorry’s and excuses, so let’s just save it, ok?!”

“It’s not empty, I truly am sorry”

“You should’ve thought that before you believed the bunch of lies she told you”

He opened his mouth to say something but Caleb began calling for him to go watch the cartoons with them.

......................................................................

“Mommy, can daddy have dinner with us?” Maeve asked

“Of course, pumpkin. If he would like to”

“Yay” She screams “Daddy, come!” She beckoned him

The subjects of conversation at dinner were mostly controlled by the kids. They, as per usual, asked me how many bad people I had taken down that day, but also asked Finn about his traveling, which state or city he liked the most, the best foods he’d eaten, which LEGO set was he building, if the hotel beds were soft and ‘what about the blankets?’

“Alright, I know you two are very excited to see daddy, but we need to brush those teeth! So, let’s go kiddos” I got up from my chair

“I’ll do it” He grabbed both kids, resting one on each side of his hip and went up to brush their teeth

When he came back down alone, I give him a questioning look

“They’re asleep” He smiled softly

“Oh, you already put them down for bed?! Thank you” I said, cleaning the kitchen island.

He nodded “I just didn’t bathe them because they said you already did”

“Yeah, that’s the first thing I do when I get home. Or my mom does it for me if I get caught up in a case, but most of the time I do it”

“How’s work?” He asked, sitting down on one of the high benches.

“Good, Richard is my superior again, so he helps me a lot with my shifts, because of the kids” I smiled

“The old man is still working?” He laughed, amused

“Yeah, he already said he will only leave his badge when he’s dead” I cackled “How’s road life? Amazing, I presume”

“Nah, don’t let the bright lights fool ya” He laughed, bitterly “I love wrestling, being in the ring, performing for the audience, but once I pass through the curtains backstage it gets lonely” A little bit of sadness could be heard in his voice “It’s very lonely... it’s different from when I came back home to you and the kids. Now I just get back to an empty apartment, wishing I could get back home” He looks at me

“Finn, please”

“I love you! Why can’t we just try again?”

“Because no!”

“Why?” He pleaded

“Because you don’t know what it was like ok?! You don’t know how much it hurt me, the things you said, the fact that you believed some envious woman’s gossip about me having an affair with Lucas! He’s married for fuck’s sake! To a man!”

“I- I didn’t knew Lucas was gay, Y/N”

“Yeah, you didn’t! And why is that? Oh yeah, because you did not trust your own wife, all you saw was the fact that he is a man and my work partner so you just bought the assumption that woman sold you, choosing to believe her instead of me!”

“It wasn’t like that, ok?” He tried to explain

“It wasn’t like that, you say? When you were the one who came in here filled with accusations! Saying that I had an affair with him, that I cheated on you, that you wished you would’ve slept with half of the women who throw themselves at you everyday, doubting that those kids upstairs are yours, when they’re the fucking spitting image of you! You said all those horrible things, Finn. Not me!”

He stared at his knuckles as I continued, now crying

“How do you think that made me feel? To listen from my own husband how much he wished he had cheated on me. Bragging about all of the hot young women who are waiting to be fucked by a wrestler...You know it was always hard for me to accept that you wanted me and not some hot girl in the locker room, that you had chosen me, that I got lucky enough to not only marry a man who’s physically breathtaking but also such a beautiful person on the inside. And still, it was that same Prince Charming who became the frog! I never thought that” I had to stop myself from saying the next horrible words roaming through my mind

“You never thought that, what, Y/N?”

I shook my head

“Say it”

I shook my head again and he got up from the bench, coming to where I was standing

“Say it, love. I can take it”

“I don’t want to say it” I whispered as more tears rolled down my cheeks

“Shhh, it’s ok, love” Finn pulled my head to his chest “Please don’t cry, I hate when you cry” His arms are tightly locked around me, providing me the sense of comfort that only he could give. And I hated that!

“Let me go” I tried to push him away

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“Just don’t touch me” I said, shoving him away

He knew that I was closing him off, I could see it in his eyes

“Say it! You never thought that what?” He insisted, more forcefully this time

“I never thought that someday I would regret meeting you! Marrying you, starting a family with you. If I could do it all again, I wouldn’t!” I spat

“You wouldn’t?” He scooted closer

“No” I answered with venom in my voice, trying to turn my undying love for him into hatred

“But I would!” Finn said firmly

I shook my head in denial, as he cupped my cheeks in his calloused hands, making me look up to meet his blue eyes

“I would do it, all over again. Meeting you, dating you, marrying you, having kids with you, in the future seeing the kids graduate high school, college, be at their wedding, take our future grandkids to the park, and spend the rest of my life with you! I would choose you over and over and over again! I choose you everyday, Y/N”

I squeezed my eyes shut

“You’re lying! Stop lying, Finn” I whispered

“Am I though? Open your eyes and look at me. I was never able to hide ANYTHING from you, I can lie to anyone but you. You can always see through me, so just look at me and tell me if I’m lying. If I am, then I promise you, I’ll leave this house right now and you’ll never have to see me again! Just open your eyes” He kissed each closed eyelid

After a few minutes, I gathered the courage to finally look at him and I could only see love, regret, pain and truth.

“I love you Y/N and always will. Yes, I was dumb to listen to some random gossip and I’m paying the price for it, but the only thing I ask you is: please, don’t give up on us! I’ll give you whatever time you need, just promise me that we’ll fix it. That we’ll be together again...You, Caleb and Maeve are my life! I would die to save you in a blink, love. If I had to choose between your life or mine I would choose yours, becau-“

I placed two fingers on his lips

“Stop talking like that! You know I don’t like it. It attracts those bad vibes, you know?”

Finn lightly chuckled “But I mean it”

“Stop! I don’t like when you talk like that... I hate to think that something bad could ever happen to you. You know, because of the kids” I tried to hide my feelings

“And you wouldn’t miss me, not even a little bit?” He teased

“I miss you everyday” I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth when I realized what I just said

He smiled sweetly, leaning down to place sweet and innocent pecks all over my face.

Finn started on my forehead, then he went to my temples, followed by the cheekbones, apple’s of the cheek, jaw, chin, side of my lips. Finn pulled back to search for any resistance signs and when he found none, he kissed my lips. A lazy kiss, that grew more urgent by the minute.

“Fuck, I missed you so much” He moaned, now kissing my neck

“Finn, wait. Wait a minute” I tried to pull his head back by his hair but that only made him moan.

“Finn!” I said harshly, finally having his attention

“What’s wrong, love? Don’t you want it? I thought that-“

“Have you seen anyone since we broke up?” I asked, not even letting him finish his sentence

“We didn’t break up! You asked me for some time and-“

“Finn, just answer the fucking question please” I pleaded

“No, I haven’t been with anyone in those 8 months. Except for my hand when I look at your pictures” He smirked

“You’re so ridiculous” I whispered in relief as my arms circled his waist

“So...do you still want to make love?” He eagerly asked

“We never made love, Finny. We’ve always fucked senseless” I laughed

“No! We’ve always made love it’s just that we’re more frantic about it” He chuckled

“Ok, we sleep together and then what?” I asked

“Then you stay here and I go back to my apartment” He simply said

My heart sunk in my chest as a faint “Oh, ok” left my lips

“So I can pack my clothes and bring them back home” He said, as a devilish smile grew on his face “That’s of course, if you want me here”

“Asshole” I lightly punched his chest “I thought you just wanted a one night stand and that’s it. You scared me!”

Finn chuckled, beckoning me closer to him

“You could never be just a one night stand, love. You fuck too good to be just a one time thing” He winked

“So you just want me for my bedroom skills, huh?” I teased

“Yes and no” He giggled “Yes, because no other woman fucks like you do” He bit my neck, growling “And no, because there’s so much more about you than the bedroom” He hugged my waist “You’re my best friend, my nurturer, my supporter, the air that keeps me alive, my everything!” He kissed me passionately

“Can we try again? Start over and leave all that shit behind us?” He whispered

“If you promise me that if we get back together, you won’t listen to other people’s gossip and will come to me whenever you hear somethi-“

“Yes!” He pecked my lips excitedly, as a wide smile took over his face “I promise you, love! That’ll never happen again, you have my word!” He gave me a bear hug and spun me around the kitchen

“Finn!” I squealed, when we almost fell to the ground “We’re going to wake up the kids” I giggled

“Oh no, shhhh” He shut me up with a kiss “We can’t let that happen! Because as much as I love our children, I haven’t gotten any in eight months and I can’t wait to change that with you right now” He pushed us towards the couch and laid on top of me

“But I thought you were going to go and get your clothes”

“I don’t need clothes, woman! You know I like to sleep naked” He winked

And roamed his head down to...

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Shut Me Up - Jerome Valeska x Female Reader | Part 3

Summary: You continue recieving more calls from Jerome and getting used to staying with Bruce Wayne.

Warnings: Descriptions of death

You stood beside Alfred, leaning against the limousine-like car whilst waiting for Bruce to come out of school. You had a black overcoat on that reached to your mid knee, you kept it open so the dress was on show. Students walked past the car and didn’t take a second glance at you and the butler, going by their business and scurrying home just that little bit faster considering the recent news of Arkham Asylum.

Your arms were folded over your chest and you felt slightly more easier when Bruce Wayne walked out of the school entrance, looking around and smiling when his eyes landed on the car.

You kept a sharp eye out for anything funny looking, still on the edge about everything happening within the day so far and trying not to show the fact you were fearing for your life, very much. Alfred gave you a handgun before leaving the manor, you hid it underneath the overcoat you were wearing and kept your hands firmly in your pockets to avoid suspicion.

Bruce approached the car, his gaze was on you and there appeared to be a smile on his face. He greeted Alfred and looked happy rather than suspicious to have someone else there.

“You’re (Y/N), aren’t you?” The younger boy asked with certainty, pointing his finger subtly at you without seeming rude. You nodded your head and got up from leaning against the car.

“Indeed I am, I’m your guest for the next lord knows how many months” You joked, earning a brief chuckle from Bruce who nodded his head and looked up to Alfred. The three of you got in the car quickly, not wasting a moment further being around Gotham High and racing straight for the manor. You sat in the passenger seat whereas Bruce sat behind you and Alfred in the back of the car. He was looking out of the window, it looked as though he was in his own dream world. You and Alfred had a nice chat about dinner, you convinced him that you’d help him and insisted you were a good chef. He seemed pretty hesitant though, it was clear it had been a long time since he’d received help from someone that wasn’t his Master.

You got out of the car and checked your surroundings even though there was a tall gate around the perimeter of Wayne Manor. Alfred and Bruce spoke for a brief moment when all of a sudden your phone buzzed in your pocket, your ringtone bursting to life and nearly scaring you to death. You quickly pulled your phone from the coat pocket and looked up to Alfred once you saw the No Collar ID appear on your screen.

“I’ll catch up with you two in a minute, dads calling” You lied, earning a nod from Alfred who went on to escort Bruce into his home. You noticed Bruce look over his shoulder as you answered the phone, a concerned expression written over his face before the door closed and you were left outside.

“Hello?” You answered, your heels clicking against the concrete slabs as you slowly made your way up the stairs to the entrance door. You sat down on one of the many steps and folded the coat across your body due to the brisk wind.

“Hiya doll, you thought about my offer yet?” Jerome’s voice cackled through the phone, a deep sensation of nauseating pain embedding itself in your stomach as his voice rung in your ears.

“Tried, forgot about it” You tried sounding unbothered but you were so on edge, your voice came out in a soft whisper instead of a sarcastic tone.

“Not good enough doll, you know, you should check the news, you’re missing all the fun!” His voice was deep and full of amusement, it was clear he was trying to toy with you.

“What did you do?” You asked quickly, standing up from the steps and sneaking inside the manor without Alfred hearing. You looked around the hallway and listened into what your red headed psycho had to say before leaning around the arch to the living room where Bruce was watching the TV, his back faced to you as the door was open, giving you a great view of what he was watching.

There was so much going on. 5 bodies dressed in inmate clothes stood on the top of one of Gothams many buildings, throwing bodies off the roof that eventually splat all on the ground, remains of crushed brains and spatters of blood on the ground and some getting on the camera lense. The camera switched to another which was zooming up on the inmates, one which you couldn’t miss.

Jerome laughed as he held the phone up to his face, his laugh echoing in your ear as he watched another body fall to the ground.

“You see doll, if you come to me all of this will stop, or, at least I will, I’m not sure about them,” he pointed with his thumb to the other inmates next to him. “You’re all I want sunshine! Call it an obsession if you will, I’ll find you if I have to!” His voice started mutating into that sickening laugh that made your stomach turn, you dropped your phone and coughed as the last body fell to the ground. You held a hand underneath your mouth as you raced to the downstairs bathroom in the manor and slammed the door open, spewing your stomach up as the images of those innocent men falling flashed in your mind. Would that have happened if you turned yourself in quicker?

Bruce was the first to get to you as he raced to the bathroom to see what was going on, confusion written all over his face but quickly coming to the realisation that you were there.

He acted quick and pulled your hair out of your face to avoid getting anything caught in it, holding it behind you with his hand as the other patted your back. You were surprised a boy this young knew what to do in situations like this, it’s common sense but it still mildly shocked you.

Your thoughts were muted as you held tightly onto the toilet, continuing to cough up the nasty fluids that swirled uncomfortably in your stomach. After everything finally stopped, you leaned back and spat out the remaining taste in your mouth. Bruce watered a cloth and gave it to you to clean your mouth, still holding back your hair as you cleared your throat and apologised.

“I’m sorry about that, I just- the news shocked me” You sighed, holding onto the cloth after finishing cleaning your face and looking up to Bruce who nodded in understanding.

“I understand, it’s horrible what those inmates done” Bruce glared at nothing in particular, his eyes holding such disgust and anger. You carefully wobbled to your feet, Bruce’s arm positioned itself behind your waist, helping you walk out the bathroom after flushing the toilet and calling Albert for some help. The butler was rapid in taking over and telling Bruce to go back to what he was doing. Albert helped you upstairs and made sure you werent going to be sick, trying to reason with you that there was a chance it might happen again even though you stubbornly insisted it was just from the shock. Even so, Albert still left a basin at the side of your bed after he told you to get some rest and left you alone in your room.

You got out of the dress which gladly didn’t have any sick on it, placing it back on the hanger considering there wasn’t a wash basket anywhere and you weren’t allowed out of your room. You took your heels off and got into bed despite having no pyjamas, only in the comfort of your underwear. Albert drew the curtains before he left so it saved you from moving around any more than you needed to. You realised he had brought your phone up and left it on the side of your bed, you weren’t sure when the call with Jerome but you were glad it was over. You could finally get some rest and rejuvenate for the night ahead.

-

You woke up to the sound of the wind whistling, you weren’t sure what time it was but outside was dark so you assumed it was late at night. It took you 10 minutes to fully wake up and get out of bed. You grabbed a dressing gown on the back of the door and opened it to walk out into the upstairs hallway. Yawning, your bare feet walked down the steps of the manor and you only got midway until a familiar face appeared.

“Dad?” Your voice was sleepy but still full of surprise, your Dad stood at the entrance to the manor with his hands in his coat pockets. His face lit up immediately when he spotted you and walked over to embrace you once you’d made your way fully down the stairs.

Your Dad held you tight, the most tight he had in a long time as he breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god you’re alright” His voice sounded gruff, tired, as though he’d been working all day and night. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder and closed your eyes, wishing you could be safe in his arms like this forever but you had to unfortunately pull away. Your eyes glistened with tears but you didn’t cry, you were just happy to see that your dad was okay and well.

“Is Leslie okay?” You asked, holding onto your Dads shoulders as if you were trying to keep balance. Jim nodded, silently assuring you whilst trying to remain calm and not freak out at the fact a maniac was after his daughter.

“She’s fine, back at the GCPD, the good thing is that you’re safe” Your Dad cupped the back of your head and pressed a firm kiss against your forehead, bringing you in for another close hug that made you feel comfort like no other. You squeezed your father just for that extra reassurance, just to remind yourself that he was still well and in your arms. Jim was doing the same, he was over the moon you were okay but he still felt like you were in a lot of danger.

“What’s going on with Jerome?” You asked, pulling away and holding your dressing gown close to your body as an unpleasant shiver erupted over your body. Jim frowned, pausing for a moment before resting his hands on hips and letting out a sigh.

“Unfortunately we don’t know his whereabouts, there’s been no lead on where he could be, any more calls from him?” Your dad asked with a stern tone, eyes still as he stared at your face.

You gulped, going unnoticed by Jim as you shook your head.

“Nothing at all” You lied.

Jim nodded slowly, as if he was taking his time as to believe you or not. Thankfully, just in time, Jim’s phone started ringing in his pocket, buzzing violently as he quickly pulled it out of his blazer pocket and excused himself, taking the call which seemed to be important.

You let out a sigh of relief, looking away from Jim and to Alfred who held a suspicious look on his face as his eyes looked at your face, as if he knew you were lying. Bruce smiled as you turned to face him.

“Want anything to drink?” He offered kindly, you nodded and thanked the young boy bluntly before following him to the kitchen where he kindly poured you a glass of cold water.

“What was your Dad talking about back there?” Bruce asked with a strong tone of curiosity, sitting down at the table in the kitchen which was lit with only a few candles. You sat opposite him and let out a short, sharp sigh.

“It’s complicated” You said before sipping at your glass of water, avoiding Bruce’s eyes whilst looking around the kitchen, inspecting the interior.

“I’m sure I can understand” He reasoned with a smile.

You stared warily at Bruce for a few silent seconds, raising a brow at his nosiness but biting your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything snarky.

“This guy, Jerome, I met him at the circus where we found his mother’s body. He tricked me into thinking he was innocent. Long story short, he got ahold of my phone number and now he’s calling me” You put it in the most simple way possible, avoiding detail as much as you could and begging that Bruce wouldn’t bring anything else up or ask about anything.

“Sounds fun” Bruce joked, making you smile for the first time in what seemed like ages and you felt a little bit better at the situation.

“I wish i could say that myself” You sighed, taking another long sip of your glass of water and scratching the back of your scalp to pass the time. Bruce looked at you, as if he was trying to study you but he couldn’t quite get a grip of what you were feeling.

“I’m guessing Jerome’s been calling you by the way you answered Jim’s question” Bruce asked rhetorically, making you roll your eyes slightly before nodding your head and making sure your dad wasn’t around.

“It’s not like I don’t trust Dad, I just don’t want him worrying anymore than he needs to” You put the glass down on the counter before leaning on both of your elbows, hands rubbing your face before eventually clasping in front of you mouth.

“You’re his daughter, I’m sure he’d want to know if anything was wrong” Bruce tried reasoning with you but you waved him off and frowned.

“If it was anyone else but Jerome then it would be easier” You said.

“What do you mean by that” The boy asked, leaning on his elbows as well so the two of you were level and face to face. You sighed once again, biting the tip of your tongue and wishing you didn’t have to open up so much, especially to a 13 year old.

“Because... feelings I guess, they make everything difficult” Your voice faltered for a moment to reply Alf it left Bruce with burning, fiery curiosity.

“I see, are your feelings for each other mutual?” Bruce asked, figuring out exactly what you were getting at in a blink second and earning a surprised, impressed expression from you, only to be quickly replaced once again with the emotionless one.

“Honestly, no clue. I felt attraction towards him at the circus but now... maybe I still do, I don’t know” Was your final reply before hearing footsteps approach the kitchen, revealing Alfred who came out of his hiding space and walked in to greet you and Bruce.

“Pardon for the intrusion but your Dad’s leaving, probably should say goodbye to him” The British butler said with a smile before watching you get out of your seat and thank him graciously, walking rapidly to the main hallway of the manor once again and seeing your Dad. Jim had his hands in his pockets and a soft, manageable smile on his face. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, your head resting on his chest as he embraced you tightly, pressing a firm kiss on the top of your head as he stroked your back and sighed.

“If I could I’d stay, but Jerome’s out there and if I don’t do anything you might be in danger” Your dad stared in a determined tone, pulling away from the hug and patting your shoulder reassuringly. You didn’t want the hug to end because you felt safe for the first time in what felt like days, you didn’t want him to go because you felt like Jerome might find out where you are and find a way to sneak in and kidnap you, or worse, murder you.

“Stay safe, okay?” It wasn’t a question and Jim knew that as you said it, nodding his head firmly and managing a small smile before walking away and approaching the door.

“I love you Dad” You called out just as he opened the door.

“I love you too, Angel” Jim looked happy, relieved to hear such a thing before bidding farewell to Alfred and Bruce and eventually closing the door, leaving you alone once more.

-

You stared at the no caller ID name tag in your contacts whilst chewing nervously on your lip, your legs hurled up to your chest as you hovered your finger above the name tag, contemplating whether or not you should press on it.

Jerome had been plagueing your mind ever since the last phone call, his offer to you was starting to sink in and you started to realise how much this would benefit other people from getting hurt, including Leslie and Jim. But you weren’t going to give yourself away, it wasn’t going to be that easy. Jerome was a crazy, ballistic psychopath who could kill you in the blink of an eye but for some reason you weren’t scared. You were intrigued, intrigued by a coold blooded murderer, and you didn’t even blink an eye at that.

You had been stuffed up in your guest room at the Wayne Manor and refused to leave, you were itching to call Jerome but you kept stopping yourself from doing so. So much was going on in your mind, your feelings were peeking and you felt like you were going to vomit.

You confronted yourself at the fact you definitely had feelings for Jerome, love of some sort? Maybe, but definitely attraction. And you hated yourself for it, you felt like you were betraying your dad and everyone in your life by falling in love with someone who killed for sport. You could have fallen in love with a boy at school, had a friend set you up on a date with a normal boy, but no. You had to fall for the psycho. Ironic wasn’t even the word.

Sucking in a breath, you finally pressed the tip of your finger on the no caller ID and waited anxiously in the dark, candle lit room. It rung for over ten seconds and eventually he finally picked up, causing your nerves to sky rocket.

“Jerome?” You mumbled, voice barely audible as you started chewing on your nails, waiting for his reply.

“Well this is certainly a surprise; a welcome one of course” Jerome’s voice caught you off guard as he spoke loud and clear through the speaker of your phone. You quickly turned down the volume to prevent anyone outside of your room from hearing, your heart practically in your throat. This was wrong.

“I’ve been thinking about your offer” You said, voice trembling slightly with each word that left your mouth.

“Good, that’s more like it doll! So tell me, have you made up your mind yet? Or am I going to have to wait longer?” Jerome’s voice slid down into a teeth grinding tone which you didn’t react well to, body shaking feverishly as you inhaled through your nose to calm your breathing down.

“I can’t give you a solid answer just yet, this whole situations so sudden... I just- I’m overwhelmed” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you lay down beside your phone and listened in closely as you heard Jerome take a sharp inhale before humming to himself in disapproval.

“You take too long doll, I know you want to be with me” Jerome teased in a coy, mischievous tone. You clenched your jaw at his response and didn’t reply right away which you immediately regretted as Jerome started laughing to himself.

“It’s unhealthy to avoid your feelings you know, don’t deny it gorgeous” He continued. You gripped the covers of your bed and clenched then tightly, trying to distract yourself from the amount of shivers running across your body.

“You know what- yes, I do, but my issue is you’re a murderer and being with you would put me in serious trouble-“

“So you admit it?” Jerome cut you off with a boyish giggle.

“Yes! there, are you happy now?” You asked in a pathetic tone of voice, trying to sound tough when really you were trying not to burst into tears.

“I am actually, how does it feel knowing daddy’s out there on the hunt for me and you’re in bed, phoning me to express your feelings towards me? Tut tut, bad girl” Jerome smirked, his voice lowered as he spoke the last few words. You didn’t know how to respond, he was right. You hated admitting that. Your Dad was spending so much valuable time trying to find Jerome whilst you were creating a romance with him, it was a dangerous game you were playing.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Jerome” You hissed, hiding you and your phone under your covers as you continued to stare at the low light screen with No Caller ID written in basic white letters.

“Flatter myself? I hardly consider flattering myself as hearing the girl I’ve been thinking about for weeks telling me she has feelings for me” Jerome’s playful tone faded away once again into a more serious one, you couldn’t keep up with his mood changes and it made you confused as to what he was really feeling.

You tried to think of a reply, your mind scattering with different approaches of all types of tones and attitudes. You didn’t have the energy to be angry or snappy at him, not after he learned how you really felt towards him. You had nothing to defend yourself with anymore; the evidence was on the table.

“I want to see you” You said, you started to immediately contemplate whether or not you should’ve said that in case you sparked something inside of Jerome.

“Really now? Say the word and I’ll be there gorgeous” He replied smoothly, his tone tormenting but the amusement was cloaked with interest. You had his attention fully now.

“North wing of the docks, midnight tomorrow, and come alone” You chewed your cheek anxiously as you waited for his reply, lifting your knees up to your chest and holding them close as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“I’ll be there, I promise” Jerome’s tone lightened at the end as though he were talking to a baby, it irked you but you held your tongue from saying anything that gave him an advantage to torment you any further.

“Good... I can’t believe I’m doing this” You said to mostly yourself as you pinched the bridge of your nose, letting out a frustrated sigh which earned you a coy giggle from the handsome psychotic red head.

“You’re doing it because you want to, gorgeous, you can’t resist me” Jerome smirked, his voice getting under your skin, you shuddered as a result and you found yourself unable to stop the thoughts of something happening tomorrow night that you might regret. What if this was your last day alive? You could never know, maybe Jerome wasn’t blood thirsty for you, perhaps is was just an obsession you could hopefully control.

“By the sounds of it you can’t resist me either” You replied, causing Jerome to make a small playful gasp.

“Flirting back are we? I like where this is going” Jerome’s voice kept changing, you were unable to keep up with it but the tone he had on now made you bite your lip. He sounded so seductive, it tempted you and you couldn’t help but let yourself accept the fact that you truly wanted Jerome. He was everywhere you went, he was your every thought at this point, what was the point in denying how you felt?

“I’m afraid we’ll have to continue this conversation later, don’t miss me too much” You allowed yourself to giggle, hanging up before Jerome had to say anything else and collapsing onto your bed, your eyes staring up at the ceiling that felt like it was caving in on you. What the hell did you just get yourself into?

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A New Chance Chapter 2

Ao3  Part 1

I hope you enjoy the second chapter I tried...

But what can I say when you write a chapter really late instead of sleeping oh well... Mari does know their identities since they were comic book characters, etc.. Damien is only really here for 5 seconds but I plan on including him a lot more in the next chapter which will hopefully come out tomorrow. If you have suggestions or gave spotted and errors please let me know. Enjoy :)

It has been 9 months since her sacrifice, in those nine months a lot has changed, for example Hawkmoth has been put to jail for terrorism, and for manipulating paris to leave it in a depressed state for years but they couldn’t express it in fear of becoming an akuma victim. They slowly started recovering up after all the trauma.

The remaining members of the agreste family adopted the little girl who was akumatized. They welcomed Vivian Mari Agreste into the family 3 months later.

Marinette looking down below at them was very happy that Adrien has a sibling, and also happy for Adrien when he finally started being himself again after what happened.

During her funeral all of Paris went to express their appreciation for her, as she was the one who saved the world from the terrible fate of the wish. Her parents were proud and upset that their daughter was a hero of Paris, but upset that she had to pay the price

Heaven was beautiful, it was indescribable, unlike anything she ever thought it was. She got to meet all the past holders of the miraculouses and listening to their stories as heroes. They became the family she never had.

Even after all these months of thinking and trying to figure out the answer, she never knew why her last lucky charm was a Key Chain in the shape of a Robin. She figured it was one of those times where the lucky charm sends something that may represent the near future, like the time when she was forced into the Guardian title the prior year.

Every now and then she wonders what happened to the miracle box, where specifically in Earth B-42 did it appear etc. The PMH (Past Miraculous Holders) told her not to worry especially since they would be alerted if something happened. Her birthday was rolling in and was excited about spending her birthday with the PMS since they became like family to her.

On the day of her birthday the PMH made her favorite cake and all was fun and games until something happened. Marinette's necklace started glowing, The kwagatama had flown off her neck and landed on her hands. Everyone started gathering around her to see what was happening, curious as to why it would be reacting that way since their Kwagatamas never reacted that way. There was an image appearing out of and it appeared to be KWAMIIS!!!

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARINETTE!!!!” Yelled all the Kwamii’s excitedly from inside the Miracle Box.

Mari started tearing up, after a long time of not seeing them and wondering if they were ok, they were in right in front of her and she couldn’t be happier.

“H-Hi guys y-your ok”she couldn’t help but muster out.

“Aww bug don’t cry we’re ok what about you, are you ok?” Plagg was the one who spoke up.

“I am getting better, I had a lot of help.” She explained and looked towards where the rest of her family was behind her. They couldn’t help but melt a little.

“Mari since today is your 16th birthday we decided to give you your present.” Tikki spoke up barely containing her excitement.

“Ooh what is?”

“A new opportunity for you to start over in an alternate universe on Earth B-42!!” Yelled all the kwami’s

“ Wait-WHAT!!!” Mari was trying her best to process everything that was just revealed.  A NEW CHANCE-ALTERNATE UNIVERSE-COMING BACK TO LIFE-LEAVING HER FAMILY THE PMH. She then realized that she never gave up her guardian title which meant that it was her duty to protect the magical beings to make sure they never end up in the wrong hands again.

“ I have a duty as Guardian of the Miraculouses, which means I have to protect you from evil at all costs. My journey is not over yet it had only just begun!!.” Mari spoke with the tone of a leader.”

The kwamiis were all excited to have their guardian/ladybug/Mari back with them. They all explained what she must do in order to go back to the world of the living. She said her goodbyes to her family and went off to bed knowing it would be the last time she would see them in a long time.

She awoke from her rest thinking that it was all a dream looking around she expected that she was back in her pick room at the bakery. But was instead met with a chamber of sorts. It seemed more like a room for royalty, she observed as she explored a little. There was a knock on the door, alert she got the nearest weapon-like thing to protect herself with. Instead a woman in her 40’s came in then kneeled at her feet and started exclaiming in an unfamiliar language that she somehow understood.

“ Oh great guardian please excuse my inappropriate behavior for intruding.” “Don’t worry, no harm done, just one question where am I?”

“ Why great guardian you are in the great temple of the Miraculouses. After 300 years of waiting you have finally come to us. We have so much stuff to get you ready for.”

All Mari could think about was…

WAIT WHAT…

(TIME SKIP)

Turns out she was in the original temple of the miraculouses and that same day she was named the Grand Guardian of the Miracle box.Also that the language the woman and her talked in was the Guardian Language. After a long talk with tikki and the rest of the kwami's, she decided to stay and learn all she can so she can be a great guardian. She learned multiple languages, all the types of martial arts, how to wield a sword, how to summon the miraculous powers in and out of costume, and much more.

Once she was done with her training she left the temple with the Miracle box on a mission. To destroy all lazarus pits and bring balance to the world.

Her first stop is Gotham, New Jersey, USA.

She is able to heal places by just being there for a period of time and using her ladybug powers.

On the first days she made sure not to appear on Batman's Bruce Wayne’s radar directly, so she goes out and heals Gotham during the day and transforms into Ladynoir at night to help with crime. She occasionally comes across some of the bat clan on their patrols hearing what they were saying using her super hearing, courtesy of the black cat miraculous.

Keeping her stealth in check she follows them around Gotham seeing as she is seeing her favorite heroes since she was little saving Gotham. Also since back in her universe everybody here were comic book characters or made into movies and tv shows.

Of course she forgot one tiny little detail…

She was wearing Plagg miraculous.

So eventually his bad luck caught up to her when she was following robin for the first time on a fateful night.

Knowing that Robin Damien was more observant, skillful, and gets mad easily she was extra careful not to get caught. Of course this wasn’t the case when he suddenly turned around and charged at her with a katana. Using the first thing of self defense she “accidentally” said…

“CATACLYSM!!”

And right there where the katana once was, aiming it directly towards Ladynoir Marinette…

Well lets just say the Katana was no more…

Realising what she had just done (which was getting caught and completely disintegrated Robin’s Damien’s katana into pieces) she well....          

Ran away……

But before she ran away she yelled “Sorry!!!”

She could tell he was chasing her, since she kind of you know…

Did THAT…

She hears plagg cackling maniacally in her head.

                  At least someone is enjoying the Chaos am I RIGHT?

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Beyond The Veil: Chapter 12

Eras was in the middle of waking up that morning with her smoothie, Muska had left 30 minutes ago to head to UA, and she was zoning out the window next to the dining table.

The pungent scent of week old blood wasn’t the best of scents, yet Eras refused to obtain blood any other way except through blood banks. Most Vampires had donors or they just asked politely for consent (When the veil was made there were rules put in place to prevent vampires from extorting humans or keeping them as glorified blood bags for their whims, a lot of rules-)

A soft chime from her phone brought her attention back to the dining room table where her phone laid face up, the words ‘Message From Unknown’ were bold and sat at the top of her notifications. With a confused tilt to the head, despite no one being around to see it, Eras opened the notification.

Unknown

123-xxx-xxx: This is Aizawa Shouta, your ward's homeroom teacher. I believe I promised to keep you updated so I recommend watching the video file I’ve sent below.

123-xxx-xxx: *Video File ‘punishment.vid’ Attachment*

Tapping on the file, Eras watched with mild skepticism as it downloaded, hoping that this isn’t some weird scam text message even if logic dictates it isn’t. Once it finished, Eras felt her lips twitch as she saw a bundle of cloth being hung from the ceiling, suspiciously familiar blond hair sticking out of the bottom.

The video did not disappoint.

The camera shook slightly, as if whoever was holding it was holding back giggles as the familiar rugged man rolled in one of those ancient box T.V’s that schools used to keep for educational videos in elementary school. The cloth bundle swaying fruitlessly in the wind as whoever, most definitely All Might, was in it struggled. After stopping the table roller with the T.V in front of the bundle, Aizawa walked over to the cloth and with a few quick movements, uncovered All Might's eyes and spun him to be stuck facing the T.V. Pulling out a cassette tape of all things, those were impossibly older than the T.V itself was, Aizawa loaded the T.V after turning on the power.

Eras choked on her smoothie when a Nedzu mascot appeared on the screen with cartoonish glee to its expression as it gestured animatedly at the title on the screen.

‘Teaching For Dummies! Vol:1 of 126: Safety 101’

Aizawa then pulled out a second roller cart that was filled with cassette tapes, most likely the other 125 volumes of the Teaching For Dummies series, as his grin bordered on maniacal.

“You’ll be hanged for your crimes as you watch Nedzu’s Hell Course videos on teaching. You will then be assigned a 5 thousand word essay on how you could improve based on what you learn. Good Luck”

Aizawa then turned towards the exit and power walked out of the room as muffled screeches came from the restrained All Might, the person holding the phone started guffawing and ended the video abruptly. The now black screen reflected Eras’s face as it was stuck in a sadistic grin.

Eras cackled.

*Eras changed Unknown’s name to AizawaShouta*

Eras: Appreciated, shall I send you a gif of him struggling like a worm on dry concrete?

AizawaShouta: yes

Eras: *wormwiggle.gif*

Eras: will you be getting an after shot of the torture?

AizawaShouta: Oh definitely, I assume you’ll want that as well?

Eras: it’ll be a good reaction image to use

AizawaShouta: …

AizawaShouta: i’m going to torment the teachers group chat with it

Eras: as you should

Chuckling to herself in the dining room, Eras sipped on her smoothie as she sent messages back and forth with Aizawa. The tension easing in her shoulders as time passed. She was still tired, exhausted really, but the air seemed a little lighter each time she breathed.

AizawaShouta: I do still wish to apologize myself though, I don’t exactly know how the blond buffoon had managed to get battle trials accepted but normally I have them learn safety and test out costumes on the first day.

Eras: unnecessary but accepted. Really Aizawa-san it was just as you said, the quote “blond buffoon” unquote is at fault for this so no harm no foul.

Eras: Though if you did happen to do something yourself that warrants my visit you’d be lucky to still walk the next day.

AizawaShouta: ….

AizawaShouta: mildly terrified

Eras: only mildly? I’ve lost my touch

AizawaShouta: No, no I would be more affected if it weren’t for my policy to not harm students or allow them to get hurt by being overly cautious about what they do.

Eras: Ah, I feel a bit better than.

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Shouta laid on his side, wrapped up in his obnoxiously colored sleeping bag, with his phone resting between his hands in front of his face.

After Eras had left the meeting yesterday, Shouta had been stuck there for another 3 hours as Nedzu let them know that Bakugo would be pulled in for his own meeting with the principal this morning to discuss his previous schooling as well as his punishment. If he said anything concerning, which was definite at this point, then Nedzu would launch an investigation into Aldera. Currently the walking bomb was going to be in ISS as well as attending a counselling session. (Since mandatory therapy wasn’t an option without further evidence to prove their theories about his mental health) If Hound Dog says it’s necessary, then anger management will be added.

That had drained him in more ways than one. Though the universe did decide to give him a break in the form of free reign of All Might’s punishment. Which was carefully planned. When the meeting had ended, and the parents had left the premises, Aizawa had wrapped All Might in his capture scarf and dragged him back to the faculty lounge. The remaining teachers watched on in amusement as he hooked the weapon around a support beam on the ceiling and left the blond hanging from the ceiling.

Before he could leave to grab the… videos, Shouta tossed his phone to Hizashi.

“Record this.” He simply stated and walked towards the storage closet in the lounge.

He could tell Hizashi knew what he was grabbing because as the cockatoo caught the phone, his eyes widened before he slapped a hand over his mouth to stop the laugh he wanted to spill and immediately flipped on his phone; swiping for the camera.

Once he had finished setting up the torture, he left. He would not stay around to hear Nedzu’s hell videos. The cheery animated mascot talked condescendingly the whole time and seemed to read your mind as it tore down your thought process to the simplest of structures before ripping into your teaching style.

Each of the staff have had to sit through all 126 volumes at least once and each and every single one swore to never need to again. It was cursed in all the wrong ways.

It was around 7 in the morning when Shouta had remembered a particular part of the meeting from yesterday, turning on his side he whipped out his phone and pulled up the newest contact he had added in his phone for this exact reason. Sending a quick explanation of who he was, he sent the video Hizashi had taken for him to her.

He was not at all expecting to actually enjoy the conversation that followed.

He could admit with little fanfare that he was not the most conventional person to talk to. He was gruff, sarcastic, logical to a fault, and used dry humor that bordered on morbid some days. This is why he was genuinely surprised to see Eras not only take his humor in stride, but to respond in the same way.

Now at 8 o’clock in the morning, 25 minutes away from the start of homeroom, Shouta was actually going to miss talking to someone. Hizashi could never know.

With a sigh, he sent a quick goodbye and snorted when he received a picture of a cat with a face of disgust in response, he got off the couch and headed to his classroom. God it was the USJ field trip today too, grumbling he slid open the faculty door and left.

Completely missing the looks of horrified bewilderment on his colleagues' faces.

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Knavish Knight

Summary:  As soon as you woke up, quickly realising with a daunting chill what was happening, you had tried your best to explain to your kidnappers what an enormous mistake they had made.

Series: The Master’s Maniacal Misadventures Part 4 | Part 3 | Part 2 | Part 1

Word Count: 4177

AO3 link here.

No matter how much you tried, it seemed no one in the room was capable of rational thought.

“Look, I really don’t think you understand how big a mistake you’ve made here.” You implored, leaning forward as much as you could when your hands and feet were tightly bound to the chair. “I know you think you’re blackmailing some rich business guy, but you couldn’t be further from the truth! It was just an act. He wanted to get close to the mayor so he could steal something from his vault. Originally he was just got to kill everyone and go straight for it, he only changed the plan because I thought the hors d’oeuvres looked good and fancied a few dances together.”

They didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth.

“Seriously, it’s not too late! He might not even notice I’m gone yet. He can be easily distracted; he’s probably monologing to someone about his scheme right now. Just let me go before he realises, and I won’t even mention this. I’ll tell him I got lost on the way to the toilet or something. He’ll believe that. He thinks my species is so stupid.” You endeavoured. “Let me go, and you’ll all make it out of this alive.”

The man before you, who must be the one in charge given how often the others looked to him, scoffed. “You’ll say anything to save yourself. Well, your lies won’t work on us.”

“Yeah,” another man piped up, eager to join in, “besides, we already sent him the ransom demand. He’ll be giving us our money in two hours.”

Everyone surrounding you crowed excitedly at the prospect. You grimaced. You really had thought you might be able to save their lives.

“Okay,” you sighed, giving it one last try, “you at least took me far away from the party, right? I mean, you have time to get away before he arrives?”

You’d been unconscious for most of the kidnapping, barely realising someone was behind you before a syringe was stabbed into your neck and they whisked away you. As soon as you woke up, quickly realising with a daunting chill what was happening, you had tried your best to explain to your kidnappers what an enormous mistake they had made.

It was a pity. You really had been enjoying that party. It was so rare you got to socialise with other people. Usually, the Master started inflicting chaos as soon as you landed and everyone was too busy running away or screaming for you to strike up a conversation with them. Evidentially you’d both been defying nature by trying to have fun at the party – something like this had to happen to restore balance to the universe.

“We’re on a freight ship in orbit.”

You nodded. That wasn’t ideal, it meant there was nowhere these men could run to with breathable air, but it would have an engine.

“Right. So you’ll have escape pods? Yes? Good, stick me in one, blast it off, then start up the engine and get as far away from here as possible.”

The man in charge laughed, and, like sheep, the others hastily joined in. Your eyes rolled so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out their sockets.

“Yes, keep laughing. Go for it. You might as well spend the last few minutes of your lives having a good giggle. Keep it up.” You huffed, slumping back in your chair. No one could say you hadn’t tried, but what could you do if they wouldn’t take their own jeopardy seriously?

Their leaders laugh grew even more booming but one of his sheep frowned.

“Minutes?”

“Yes, minutes.” You emphasised. “Because when the Master gets here and finds me tied to this chair after you drugged me and took me here,” you glanced around at your dreary surroundings, the glitzy cocktail dress the Master had picked out for you looking ridiculously out of place amongst the squalor, “against my will, he will lose. His. Shit.”

You immediately felt the need to clarify as they slowly fell silent. “I mean, he already lost that years ago. But he’ll think this is a great excuse.” You groaned as you thought of what he might have planned. “I just hope he doesn’t make me watch you all die.”

“The Master,” one of them chuckled, glancing around at the others hoping they’d join in on the joke, “looks like we’ve found ourselves a real kinky bastard this time around!”

“The rich ones always are.” Their leader sneered.  

You didn’t like the way he was looking at you now. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the Master was close to catching you up.

“What about you, darling?” He asked, moving closer. “What are you into?”

He trailed a finger down your cheek and you repressed the urge to bite it off. You were clearly outnumbered.

“You don’t know who he is.” You said lowly.

“He’s a businessman.”

“He’s a homicidal lunatic.” You corrected.

“What have you got against the man?” He grinned. “Thought you two were close? Saw you two dancing when I got to the party, you know? He looked ready to drag you right off that dance floor to somewhere a little more private. Hmm? No? You didn’t seem to think he was a homicidal lunatic then. In fact, it looked to me you were rather enjoying his company. Unless, like us, you’re only interested in the money and not the small talk?”

You snarled at the insinuation.

He laughed again. It was becoming rather vexing.

“Nah. I know you’re lying. Got your panties in a bunch ‘cause you think we’re gonna hurt you. Well, we’re not. Providing,” he stressed, “your homicidal lunatic keeps up his end of the deal. He gives us the money, we don’t cut off that pretty little head of yours and send him it.”

“He doesn’t deal with money.” You sighed. Like everything you’d said so far, that was true. As far as you knew, he’d never used money once since you met. “He takes what he wants and kills anyone who gets in his way. And right now? That’s you.”

“Will someone shut this bitch up?” The leader groaned.

A syringe was produced and, helpless to avoid it, you were drugged into unconsciousness again.

The drug, whatever it was, left you in a deep sleep. Nothing permeated through to you until someone roused you with a glass water thrown in your face. You had no idea how long you’d been unconscious for. The other men had left in the meantime, only one returning to wake you.

“Come on.” He said, untying you from the chair. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

While he freed your legs, your hands were still bound behind you back, and you struggled for balance when the man roughly pushed you forward.

You weren’t sure what you would find when they brought you to the ship’s bridge. The problem of the Master’s unpredictability combined with your active imagination. You’d pictured him dark with fury, teasing and difficult, calmly threatening. In hindsight, you should have known he’d decide to play a game.

“Oh, love. There you are.” He sighed in relief, his wide eyes locking onto you, shimmering with concern. His bow tie hung loosely around his neck, the tuxedo rumpled, his hair suitably messed, all to create the image of someone who had spent the last few hours without you fretting and restless instead of plotting murder.

Despite knowing better, it was hard not to buy into his act. Immediately, you longed to cross over to his side and assure him you were all right but, when your feet tried to take you there, you were swiftly grabbed and kept in place.

For a split second, you saw his eyes darken dangerously as he watched you handled in such a manner by those men, yet only you saw it. The others had already fallen for his latest performance, cackling over his perceived naivety. They weren’t really paying attention though, the bag overflowing with cash had captured their attention as soon as he had dumped it on the floor. The men hadn’t even thought to question his ship, which stood conspicuously in the corner as an antique wardrobe.

They never stood a chance.

“Did they hurt you?” He asked from across the room. His eyes darted everywhere to take in your condition, observing the slight rips in the hem of your dress, the damp strands of hair falling free around your face and the slightly glassy quality to your eye from being drugged.

“No. No, I’m fine.”

“Enough chit-chat.” The leader bit, getting impatient. “Give us the money.”

“And you’ll give me her back?” The Master asked with a wavering voice.

“Deals a deal.”

As soon as the Master kicked the bag to their side, you were shoved towards him. He caught you, quickly freeing your hands and pulling you into a tight side embrace. He was doing wonderfully in playing the part of a concerned lover. It was hard not to fall for it as he pressed his face into your hair. While the men crowed over their money, congratulating the Master for his smart decision to pay up, he dropped his head so he could whisper into your ear, still playing the part of your affectionate lover.

“I’m going to kill all of them.”

You shuddered even though you’d known as much. He would never forgive someone for blackmailing him.

He continued, “I will paint the stars with their blood. Make a mess so gruesome,” he breathed, his lips just barely connecting with your skin as he traced the shell of your ear, “that everyone in the known universe will know by tomorrow that you are off-limits.”

“Never again.” The Master promised. “You will never have to go through this again.”

Your heart thudded to a stop. Pulling back, you stared up at him with wide eyes, not sure if you’d just heard him right.

He stared back at you, the fire now openly blazing. “TARDIS is open, love. Close the door after you. I’ll find you when I’m done.”

Stumbling slightly as you left, you did as he said, not sparing the men a last look. It would only haunt you.

As soon as you were shut inside, you fell onto the couch in the console room, your head spinning.

You should go back to your room, you reasoned. Get changed, drink some water to flush the drugs from your system, try to get some rest. Instead, you stayed on the couch. You had to know, to see what he had done. The thought terrified you, but you had to know.

You were waiting quite a while.

The only thing you could hear was the soft humming of the TARDIS. Although today it seemed a little louder than usual. Perhaps it was trying to shield you from whatever was going on outside.

You’d been with the Master when he’d killed people before, but it never took this long. Not for half a dozen men. Usually, he’d just zap whoever got in his way or annoyed him with his TCE and that would be the end of it. Quick and clean, a little figure left behind. Sometimes pocketed if he found it amusing enough. You wondered – worried, really – what on earth he was doing to them that could take so long.

Whatever it was, you knew he was doing it for you.

The TARDIS quietly admitted him once he was done. His footsteps were heavy as he walked towards the console and inputted a new destination. He realised quickly that you were there – despite him hoping you had disappeared further into the ship where he could avoid you until he was properly cleaned up – but he didn’t talk to you until the TARDIS was in flight.

“Are you all right?” He asked gruffly.

Your response came a little too quickly as you took in the sight of him. He’d left a trail on the floor, one you barely studied for a second before pointedly looking away. “Yes.”

The Master shot you a disbelieving look, his arched brow almost disappearing under the hair which had fallen over his face.

Under his heavy stare, you soon faltered. “A bit drowsy. They gave me a sedative.”

“They said it was a sedative?”

“Well, no…”

“Get to the medbay.” He sighed, turning away from you to look at the console screens. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Master, I don’t need to, I’m fine…”

“Go.” He commanded.

Rising from the couch on trembling legs, you hastened down the corridors. It took you a while to find the medbay, the TARDIS rearranging itself to buy the Master time. 

He’d changed by the time he arrived to check on you, all remaining traces of blood wiped away. The mania had faded from his eyes and he was calm as he urged you onto a bed, treating you delicately as he took a blood sample and encouraged you to stay laying down while he ran his tests. The whole time he worked he barely looked you in the eye, only touching you with caution.

When he was satisfied there was nothing wrong with you, he told you to go to your bedroom and sleep. “I’ve taken us to a different galaxy for the night. Go rest up.”

You stayed where you were, even when he opened the medbay door for you. He gestured through it, trying to convince you to move.

His calm detachment faltered as he finally looked you in the eye. You weren’t sure what he saw there, you’d felt strangely removed from your body ever since you’d made it back aboard the TARDIS. It was clear the Master didn’t like what he saw though, as his gaze shifted, once again looking anywhere except at you.

His hands climbed up to tug at his hair, pulling at it harshly to ground himself. With a wrench of pain, he was able to force out his next words. “I’ll take you home.” He said, his voice leaden with defeat.

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

The Master repeated his statement.

“But I’m not meant to go home for at least another week.” You protested, mind reeling. Not half an hour ago he had killed half a dozen men for you, yet now he was trying to send you home?

You immediately took his reaction to heart, deciding everything was somehow your fault. You were the one who was captured, he must consider you weak. An inconvenience. No longer worth the trouble. You’d become a risk, something people thought they could use against him. Why would he want to keep you around? Forever having to go to the trouble of rescuing you. Easier to send a clear message that he had no weaknesses then dump you back on Earth, no longer burdened, no longer obliged to act as your protector.

Tears spiked at the corner of your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You’d caused him enough trouble.

“I see.” You mumbled.

The Master’s hands fell from his hair, harshly scrubbing against his jaw. “I’ll give you some time to gather your things.”

“Oh, okay.”

A permanent removal then.

He turned to leave, to head to the console, but your heart wrenched and you had to stop him.

“Master!”

Reluctantly, he turned back.

“I – I’m sorry.” You apologised, your voice cracking. You couldn’t believe how badly you’d messed everything up. The time you’d spent travelling with the Master was the best of your life. All the things you’d seen, everything you’d done together. The thought of returning home, to a place you couldn’t even consider your real home while you were still cocooned within the comforting embrace of the TARDIS, was horrible. Everything would seem so grey, so dull, so pointless without the Master there.

Everything he’d given you would be gone forever as soon as you stepped outside, and it was all your fault.

“Sorry.” He repeated dumbly. “What are you sorry for?”

“Getting taken.” You said thickly, head falling with shame. “I should have been more careful. I’m sorry.”

“That is my fault, not yours.” The Master said, suddenly thunderous. His voice took you aback, and you stared at him. “I was the one who placed you in danger. Which,” he clarified, stalking towards you, “I have taken care of. I promise you, no one in the known universe would dare…”

His ear-splitting yell made you flinch, and he immediately dropped his voice, “no one would dare come after you again. I made sure of that.”

The gaze he fixed you with made you shudder delightfully as you quickly realised your real error.

“I’m just sorry you had to… go through that.” The Master said carefully. “I should never have allowed you to be put in such a position.”

“You think I want to go home?” You asked incredulously.

He blinked at you. “Of course.”

“No!” You insisted, scrambling off the bed to meet him in the middle of the medbay. “Never. I never want to go home again. I want to stay here.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you realised you may have overstepped your place somewhat and retracted some of your sentiments. “Well, I mean. As long as you want me here. I can still go back to visit so I don’t get under your feet. But. Well. I want to stay. Here. With you.” You clarified. “If that’s okay?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he continued to stare at you searchingly, still waiting for the repulsion he expected to erupt across your face when it finally dawned on you what he had done.

Feeling he needed some help, you lightly took up his hand in yours and pulled it close to your body. He’d missed the blood underneath his nails, which he only noticed when you raised his hand, lifting it higher until you could press a kiss to his fingertips.

“I never thanked you.” You mumbled into his skin.

“For what?” He breathed.

“Protecting me.” You answered. “I should have thanked you when you came back.”

The Master’s face contorted with revulsion. “I didn’t want you to see me like that. You shouldn’t have been there. You should have come here or gone to your room. You – you should never have to see me that way.”

“I’ve seen you kill people before.” You pointed out.

He was quick to argue with you. “Not like that.”

“You did it for me.” You said, not needing to ask for his motives.

“I should have spent more time on them.” He said, closing his eyes as he thought longingly of even worse things he could have subjected those men to. They deserved every one of them for the crimes they committed against you. “I didn’t want to leave you for too long though. I didn’t want you to be alone.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you, Master.”

He became even more confused as you closed the remaining space between you both, pressing yourself into his chest. His hand was still clutched against your face and you nuzzled against it, not caring about the residual blood. With your free arm, you loosely encircled his waist and hugged him as best you could while he was so unresponsive. 

When he didn’t respond, you pulled away nervously.

“Sorry?” You said, unsure of his response. His face seemed so uncharacteristically blank. Usually, you could tell how he felt just by looking at him. He was an expressive person. Now, his eyes seemed hollow as they stared at you.

“Master?” You prompted.

He sighed, roughly rubbing at his head. “Didn’t it repulse you?”

“That you murdered those men? I’ve already told you, I’ve seen you kill…”

“Not like that.” He repeated. “Doesn’t it offend your moral principles that I caused such torment? I didn’t use the TCE, pet. It went on a bit.”

“I know.” Even though you hadn’t been able to hear what was going on outside the TARDIS, you knew how long the Master was gone for. And you saw the state he was in when he got back. You had some idea of what he had done.

“Doesn’t it repulse you?” He asked incredulously.

You thought about it – your imagination, unfortunately, pulling out all the stops in recreating the ways he could have killed them. You had tried to save those men, but they hadn’t listened.

“They weren’t good people.” You said. “They were going to hurt me if you hadn’t paid the ransom.”

“I would never have allowed that to happen.” The Master insisted, stepping slightly closer, emotion briefly flickering behind his eyes.

“I know.” You assured. “I knew you would come for me. I think that’s what kept me so calm throughout it all. I was never worried about dying. I knew you’d save me.”

“I could have been too late,” he tried to argue, “you shouldn’t have so much faith in me. You still need to be careful or one day…”

“I trust you, Master.” You told him, watching him fall silent again. “I wouldn’t want to stay if I didn’t. And I wouldn’t want to stay if I thought you’d gone too far today. I – I understand why you did it. I know you want to keep me safe.”

“Travelling with me is dangerous, love.”

“I know. You’ve told me every day since I’ve come aboard.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Luckily for both of us, I like a little danger.”

“I’m more than a little dangerous.” The Master said darkly.

You laughed again, nervously this time. “Luckily for both of us,” you said, trying to seem confident, “I like you too.”

Pressing yourself into his arms again, too anxious to see his reaction to your words, you exhaled in relief when he finally reciprocated your embrace. The Master rested his head against yours and, so quietly you barely heard it, he confessed, “I like you too, pet.”

Speaking louder, he told you, “All right. You need to get some sleep, love. Long day for the human.”

As you were still cocooned in his embrace, you felt confident enough to ask, “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

He didn’t answer right away and you worried you’d crossed a line again. He had let you do so before in the past after that mysterious stranger had invaded the TARDIS, but perhaps those had been exceptional circumstances.

“Sorry,” you apologised again, “I just…”

“Don’t apologise.” The Master said. “You shouldn’t be afraid to ask for what you need.”

Tilting your head back, you looked up at him. You knew full well what you wanted, but what you needed at that moment: “I just, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Don’t worry, pet. I’ll keep you safe.” He promised.

Scooping you up, despite your protestations you could walk, he started carrying you back to his room when he suddenly realised you were still dressed in the cocktail dress you’d been taken in.

“Let’s get you some clean clothes first,” he encouraged, detouring to your bedroom. You tried to get them yourself but he batted away your hands and picked up your pyjamas for you, tossing them on your stomach as he carried you back to his room.

He dropped you into the bathroom first, where you were unable to resist a quick shower before changing. Much like all the rooms he had designed for himself, including his bedroom and library, it was a stunning space. While you’d never complained about the rooms you’d been assigned on the TARDIS, after seeing his you decided you’d have to ask about an upgrade. His bathtub was the size of a pool.

He was waiting for you outside, sat in his desk chair. He hopped up as soon as you walked in, taking you by the shoulders to guide you towards the bed. Everything inside was as beautiful as you remembered. The dark panelled walls, leading your eyes up towards the vaulted ceiling. His large bed, its pale gold sheets, which felt soft on your skin as the Master settled you down. It smelled of him and you felt all the remaining tension in your body disappear as he pulled the blankets over you.

“I’ll go get you some water. It will help flush the drugs out of your system.” He offered.

“No,” you protested, catching his arm as he tried to move away, “it’s fine. Can you just lay here with me, please?”

The Master seemed to have overcome some of the boundaries he’d tried to impose the first time you shared a bed, immediately pressing into your side instead of trying to maintain space between your bodies. Brushing the hair away from your face, the Master gently petted you until you fell asleep, promising over and over again until he was confident you would believe him that he would never let anything happen to you.

“I promise, pet. You will never have to go through this again.”

Seriously, why did I make all these titles alliterative! This ended up longer than planned, but I'm quite pleased with it. I hope you all enjoyed reading!

N.B. I've now made a Discord group for Master fans (and other Dhawan characters like Orlo, Davos etc). If you're interested in joining, message me for the link!

[syntheticsoulmates]

Day 13- Rage

Today’s is not very happy, peeps. 

***

“You killed my parents.” Harry whispered, as Tom carefully unwrapped him from his coat. His mouth felt dry, and his lips were tacky enough they stuck together on the words.

“Harry,” Tom drawled, taking off his own overcoat and hanging it in the main hallway of Grimmauld.  “Don't be ridiculous, love. I was with you the whole time.” He did a mocking little half bow to Lady Black’s portrait, like he always did entering this house. Harry watched him numbly. So familiar and so wrong.

“You killed my parents.” Harry repeated, shellshocked. Tom ushered him down the hallway, carefully herding him. Tom put his hands on Harry's shoulders, squeezed.

“Of course I didn't.  I was with you all night, Harry.” His voice was kind. He led Harry up the stairs to their bedroom. Solicitous. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

No sense, no sense, rang in Harry’s head, over and over, clanging and jangling louder and louder. Tom was right, it made no sense.

Harry shook Tom off, violently, when they hit the doorway to their bedroom. Didn’t mean it wasn’t true. “Don't lie to me,” Harry hissed.

Tom sighed, sounding beleaguered yet kind. The perfect image of a boyfriend being patient in the face of his boyfriend’s trauma. So fucking fake. “Harry--”

Harry swung at him, barely missing Tom’s perfect face. “You might not have cursed them directly, but you had it done! Your fingertips are all over this!”

“Harry, you’re being irrational,” Tom tried, one more time. His hands were up, like he was a muggle pugilist, avoiding Harry’s fists. It made Harry’s rage burn hotter. Acting like a victim, not even reaching for his wand.

Harry flew at him harder, screaming, kicking, even more enraged at Tom’s patient, unangry face. The knick knacks in the hall blew forward as he did, crashing. He could hear Kreacher screech down in the kitchen and didn’t care. What was a house when his parents were dead!? “You did it! You did it! Admit it, you son of a bitch! You killed my parents!”

Tom ducked one wild hand, let Harry land another rough blow on his waist, then caught Harry by the wrists. Harry shoved with a wave of primal wandless magic, and their bodies slid down the hall. Tom shoved back, even and controlled with his own, before they could topple. Harry hated him, hated his control. He was spitting with rage now. 

“You arsehole!” Harry cried, kicking manically. “I trusted you!”

He caught Tom in one of his shins, and Tom’s lips thinned. There he was, Harry thought, losing patience with the physicality. With the pain. Finally getting upset himself. Lighting the tinder on his temper. “Harry, be reasonable!” Tom clipped, starting to sound harassed. ”You're hurting us both.”

Harry tried to headbut him, but he barely missed as Tom reared back with his stupidly long, elegant neck. Harry had never hated how short he was this much in his entire life, always proud before to take after his squat dad. “I loved you!”

Tom’s face went cold, patient boyfriend gone with a sudden cold-snap. “You take that back, Harry. You don't mean it. You love me. Say it.” He shook Harry.

“I hate you, you bastard!” Harry screamed. He was writhing, fighting, raging. He bit and kicked, all elbows and knees. The light of the hall made Tom’s eyes look red, but it was Harry who was full of the devil. Harry thrashed harder, got one hand free to catch Tom vicious across the jaw. Crack.

Tom’s  lip split, marking his perfect teeth red with his own blood.

“Admit it!” Harry howled. “You. Killed. Them!”

“Fine!” Tom hissed, maniacally grinning, bloodied teeth exposed. He released Harry with a triumphant shove. “I did, I did it! I had them killed! Is that what you want to hear?!? They were going to keep you from me, so I. Had. Them. Killed.” He clipped.

Harry froze. His breaths were heaving so hard he was nearly light headed, choking on air. “No.” he knew, yes, but it was different to hear it, confirmed from Tom's own lips. He shook his head. “No.” Harry repeated, and he crumpled like a paper umbrella in the rain, body refusing even to stand. He toppled forward. Tom caught him by the wrists, his fingertips so tight Harry’s wrists bruised before his own eyes.

“They didn't approve! Muggle-born they could stand, but not poor! They thought I was only with you for the money. They would have come between us. They were coming between us. You said yourself you needed your family to like and approve of your husband or you'd never get married!” Tom laughed, a mad cackle that sounded wild and violent in his throat, and maybe his eyes really were red.  “I've bought you a ring!” He raged, lips twisted in a bloody snarl.

“No,” Harry whispered. He was numb, voice barely a breath.

“Yes,” Tom hissed, bringing Harry close, cupping his face. “I love you. I’ve never loved anything until I met you.”

“No,” Harry repeated. And he shoved Tom down the stairs.

[skeletonwoman]

J is for Jacket

A little something different now! I’ve always loved Jason Todd best but recently i’ve actually started to learn more about the entire batfam and Jay himself, so here’s the inspo from that

Edit: i created a second/alternate POV part called Jay is for Jacket

This city is damn terrifying.

You’re a little crazy obsessed with it, the damn crazy terrifying bit.

Like its truly damn crazy terrifyingly sick.

Just a little though, right here on the corner of your buildings roof, with the moon hidden by the clouds above, and the lights sprawled before you, its incredible.

Four different people land on the roof behind you, coming from some other building somewhere, and you try not to move. This high up its usually some kind of hero running around trying to stop something bad.

Funny that, the heroes on the rooftops and the villains in the basement.

I wonder if that’s a metaphor…

Usually, if you keep still, the heroes move on quickly enough without even noticing you.

This time, you’re so zoned in on the lights and being still and quiet that you don’t even notice it until those 4 people sit themselves beside you on the ledge.

“Oh, oh!” You jump, hands gripping the edge so tightly as you wobble. None of them move to touch you, and you’re unsure if that’s good or bad.

What if you’d fallen?

“I’m not going to jump,” you offer to your visitors but they remain silent.

A quick dart of your eyes left, shows you a mop of red hair and a bat mask, and right, shows you a red almost ski mask hood. You can’t tell who’s beyond the two immediately on either side of you. Ignoring the non-gothamite voice in your head, you settle in with your guests and just watch.

It’s a long hour before they leave and you wonder how many people got mugged while they sat with you.

Then you go back downstairs and to bed.

  “You’re such an ass!” You shout, kicking out at Dick, who dances away from you with a laugh. “You’re always bullying me!”

Dick laughs harder at that and you scowl. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” he promises, a twinkle in his eye and your heart thuds hard. He’s so romantic.

“Hey, Dicky,” you say softly and he pauses grinning to himself to look at you earnestly. “I think you’re wonderful, and you’re the most handsome person I’ve ever met, and I love that I got to know you.”

A bright blush fills his cheeks as you speak and he beams at you.

“I freaking wish we were in love, we would be so good at it,” he bemoans, gazing at you, eyes full of love, and you cackle.

“You couldn’t handle this, baby boy, I’d break your sweet heart.”

He nods, eyes serious and lips twitching.

Ahead, your building looms and as you step onto your stoop, you turn to your best friend. “Really, Grayson, you’re my best friend and you’re special.”

“And you’re mine. I suppose you’re special too, but, y’know, I’m extra special.” He grins at you charmingly and you ruffle his wind-mussed hair.

“You going to your class tomorrow?” The two of you both have classes on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and usually walk to and from campus with each other, even if it means getting there an hour early or leaving an hour late, just so you can spend some time together. Of course, sometimes you, or he, just don’t go to class.

“I don’t know, I’m hanging out with Jay tonight and you know how he is,” he says and shrugs.

You do know. You’ve been hearing about Jay for the past year, since you’d met your platonic soulmate in Dick Grayson on campus. Jay his baby brother, Jay the maniac, Jay as an idiot, broken Jay, stupid Jay, Jay his favourite sibling, Jay the best.

“Well, tell him I say that its time for bed and give him a Fredo kiss for me, throw him off his game.”

Your words bring another smile to Dicks face, your intent, and you trot up the steps and through the door of your building, offering him a last wave before you shut it. The plan is to make, eat and clean up dinner, then hunker down with your assignments.

That’s the plan.

  It’s 10.48pm, you’d just checked the time on your phone, and you hear a distant explosion.

There’s no flash of light or mushroom of smoke so you figure its just another Gotham night, though you wouldn’t be too shocked if there was.

  An hour later, a hero lands on your buildings roof and sits down beside you. He’s alone, the red hooded guy, which is odd but not suspect.

Your ass is cold, you should be doing your assessments and yet…

You shiver and startle when the man beside you moves- you’d both been so still for so long you’d forgotten he wasn’t a statue.

He sets his jacket over your shoulders and you whisper a soft, “thank you.”

“No problem.”

His voice is startling as well. It’s not rough and unused like you’d expected from someone so comfortable sitting in silence for so long. It’s actually- hell, what’s the word?

One minute he’s there, the next he’s gone.

Without his jacket.

Pulling it tighter around yourself, you’re glad. It smells nice, if a little smokey, and the residual warmth when he’d placed it on your shoulders had felt like nothing else. It lingers, fighting a losing battle with your body heat.

You’re never taking this off.

Unless he asks for it back.

Not even then.

  “Where’d you get that jacket?” Dick asks, his eyes squinting and suspicious. “And when?”

“I stole it, obviously, and last night.” You don’t want to tell him you consort with superheroes, it’s a little weird, maybe braggy, definitely not something you should advertise. “I found it hanging over this,” you pat the round ball at the end of your stoops stone railing, “and now it’s mine.”

Dick stares at you for a long minute as you both walk toward campus. “Are you sure?”

“What do you mean, am I sure, Dicky? Obviously I’m sure.” You bite your lip. “I didn’t steal it, if I thought it belonged to someone in my building I would’ve asked around, you know that. I don’t want to get beat up by some angry guys girlfriend.”

Dick grins at the image, momentarily distracted and you bite out a quick question about Jay and their night last night, and he takes the bait.

He does look at the jacket strangely several times though.

  It’s 6pm when a banging knock hits your door. For a second, you’re terrified.

More than a second.

Checking the peep hole, your breath whooshes out of you at the sight of a red mask.

Damn!

Unlatching your locks, you pull open the door and stare at him. He’s got to say it if he wants the jacket back. He has to ask.

“Can I have it back?”

Damn!

Your lips curve upwards even as you sigh loudly. Leaving the door open, you head across your tiny apartment to your armchair and pick up the discarded garment. For a moment, you hug it close and catch a teasing whiff of that just… Something scent.

“Here,” you say, crossing back to where he stands in the doorway and holding it out. “I’m sad to see it go, its amazing and I’m very jealous you own it. Where’d you get it?”

“No,” he says and you frown.

That’s not fair. But you don’t argue, since he’s totally capable of killing you and hiding your body.

“Thank you for lending it to me, I appreciated it, and have a wonderful night, Red,” you call after his retreating back and you watch him pause at the nickname before continuing back to the stairwell.

  The next morning, rushing out the door for work, your feet tangle in material and you catch your falling self on the wall. There, waiting on the ground outside your little apartments door is the jacket. The jacket!

Grinning from ear to ear, you snatch it up and shove it over your arms and run for work.

  Midway through the day, a shockingly good looking guy enters the store and you watch him browse the leashes and collars section for a long time before he wanders to the dog toys, then to the cat toys.

Your supposed to go ask if he needs a hand but he’s a bit rugged and controlled and intimidating and handsome and you’re unsure if you can move from this spot.

The shock of white at the front of his hair would be his most striking feature if he didn’t look up at that exact moment and lock eyes with you. Pretty, pretty, pale blue eyes.

This is what you were supposed to have with Dick.

This is love.

Or lust.

Both work.

Seizing on the eye contact, you head toward him with a customer smile. “Anything I can help you find today?”

For a second, his breathing seems to pick up as he stares at you and you force your smile brighter.

Oh boy.

Then he clears his throat. “Dog toy, great dane.”

His voice is weirdly deep and curt but you push past the strangeness. He’s a customer and they just be like that.

Beaming a smile, you gesture to a durable and hot pink stuffed elephant.  “Some customers have issues with the colour but this guy is really the best on the market right now for dogs like great danes. It’s tough, light weight, machine washable and there’s a squeaker inside.”

He snatches it off the shelf, his eyes on you before they drop to the elephant and his lips tip up in a small smile. You wave him after you and check him out.

“Thank you,” he says, just as gruffly as before and you smile a goodbye. He turns, then pauses before turning back to you. Clearing his throat once more, he nabs a pen from the pen cup beside your till and your hand in one move. Quick as a flash, you feel the end of the pen tickling over your skin and you look down to see a number forming.

“Text me,” he says before rushing out the door in a flurry of movement, stealing your pen in the process.

Something about his voice at the end there, vaguely familiar.

i assume i’ll be writing another part but i also might not, my mind is a fickle SNAKE

Edit: Part 1.5 is noted above but here’s part 2!

[normal-piece-of-shit]

Maribat Fluff Week

#1 In this class we stan a friend.

Marinette stood before the building in awe.

Gotham Highschool was as glorious as ever standing in broad daylight, though Marinette suspected it was just as good at night.

Despite this Marinette sighed. She'd only been away from Paris for a day and was already homesick.

Curse the school for sending the class representatives of each class to this crime-ridden city.

This was a stupid idea. If only she had the power to back out. She couldn't even use ladybug as an excuse for this. Ugh.

"I hear you thinking and you need to stop." Plagg's voice came from her hair bun.

"Oh my kwami, Plagg. Stay hidden! This is a public space!"

"Not until you wear that famous warm smile of yours! My cheese needs to be warmed more."

Marinette gave a dramatic gasp. "The stinky sock cares? The world must be ending!"

"Oh no! I left my cheese in your bun! I better go save it."

Marinette shook her head in fondness before finally entering the school with a smile. Maybe the day could actually be good!

She crashed into a heavy wall. There went the positive thoughts.

"Watch where you're going!" came a rude exclamation from the heavy wall. Judging from the voice it was a very rude man wall.

"I am so sorr-" her reply was cut short as she looked at the man wall. She could only describe him as handsome. His hair was gelled in a spiky way, framing his face perfectly. What really caught her attention was his eyes. They were green. They reminded her of Adrien and the grass of the parks in Paris.

Before she could start thinking about Paris she noticed another detail. The man's perfect image was ruined by the scowl he had on.

Without thinking, her hands shot forward to his face with incredible speed. Soon she was pulling his lips into a smile.

"You should smile more. You look much more handsome." The reply came before she could stop herself.

The man gaped. So did everyone else near them. Before the man could say anything in reply, the bell rang.

"Oh no! I can't be late. I'm sorry, I need to get going!" She bolted off feeling glad to have escaped.

She found her classroom (thank god for the tour given to them!). Not many students were present at the moment which confused her. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long after taking a random seat. The students entered leisurely as though they had all the time in the world.

A blonde girl with a long (like really long) braid sat next to her. The girl turned around to greet Marinette but her eyes widened as she took a good look at her.

"Omg! You're that girl!"

Before Marinette could figure out what that meant her bench was crowded by the whole class. A blond guy with icy blue eyes gave an apologetic glance at her.

"I'm Allegra! And this is my class." The blonde girl- Allegra almost yelled in excitement. "You're the perfect person for this class." The class nodded enthusiastically. "We're gonna be such crazy friends and do so many crazy stuff together!"

The door opened suddenly and in came the man wall she crashed into. Now she wished she crashed into the trash. It would've been better than this.

Allegra looked ready to cackle like a witch. "In this class we stan a crazy friend." She looked at the man wall and grinned maniacally. "Let us begin our friendly craziness with Damian. Oh and don't worry about the teacher, she's not coming."

Marinette didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried. But for now, she might just enjoy this crazy class.

---------------------------------------------------

I'm a bit late to the maribat fluff week but better late than never, right? I didn't try too hard in writing this but I hope all of you like it! I'm gonna tag @maribatfluffweek as said in the rules. Hope you all enjoy this thing!

[societyofsaintignacio]

Chapter 1

Father Celestinos Mendes Alvares

Cardinal called us together to investigate the demonic activity that has been reported in Julianos, north of Roma. On the car ride there, he briefed Marian, Rajmund, Hendrik-Jan, and I on the events that have transpired there since March. Cardinal was expecting trouble so we threw our exorcism kits into the trunk of the SUV before we left our dormitory.

The local priests are too few in number to be able to tackle the infestation on their own. While Julianos had an exorcist in town, the only other exorcist in the area was from a neighbouring village several hours away. The poor souls were vulnerable to demonic forces.

We drove to San Luca's Church and were greeted by the parish priest Father Santo and Sister Armato. Santo was in his thirties though exhaustion had aged him somewhat. What once was thick brown hair was beginning to show strands of silver and his face and dark eyes, which were likely beautiful and vibrant in youth, were drawn and cold. Armato was equally as stern and worn as her male counterpart, her frail hands toyed nervously with her rosary beads as she stood on the steps of the church. They were visibly relieved to see us and smiled despite their exhausted exteriors. If they thought that Cardinal's insistence on obscuring his face with dark shades, a scarf and a saturno was odd, they made no mention of it.

I thought nothing of Graetano's absence until Santo mentioned that the good padre was in the hospital and would not be accompanying us on our investigation.

"What happened?" Cardinal's usually monotone voice showed a hint of concern.

"Yesterday we were at the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Visco. Graetano and I were attempting to deliver the final demon from Luna Visco's person when she jumped up and stabbed him with a pair of scissors. Graetano almost bled to death. I am yet to return to give Luna deliverance."

I could not contain my grimace and none of my fellows could either. Certainly, violent attacks during a full possession were bound to occur but fatal injury to a priest was rare.

Cardinal weighed this story for a moment before speaking again. "We need to interview victims. We will need to speak to Lorenzo first, seeing how this all seemingly started with him. I trust your congregation is aware of our presence?"

"Yes, I told them that their cooperation would be necessary."

"Excellent. Have no fear brother, we shall endeavour to save Julianos."

Cardinal split us up and gave us the addresses of victims to interview. Cardinal  went with Santo to Lorenzo's home, Marian, Rajmund and Hendrik-Jan went to the town's graveyard and mausoleum while Sister Armato and I went to the Visco residence.

Gianluigi Visco's eyes opened in shock at the sight of Armato and I at his doorstep. He glanced down briefly at my prosthetic hand in confusion before he addressed my companion.

"What's this?"

"This is Father Alvares from the Vatican. Him and his colleagues are here to help. May he ask you and your wife some questions?"

Gianluigi was taken aback but consented and allowed us entry. We were led down a hallway into the living room where our host served us tea. Armato and I were seated on the couch while Gianluigi took the armchair across from us.

The image of Christ, saints, angels, and Mother Mary were present around the entryway and living room of the modest home. Photographs of their family adorned the walls and fireplace mantel and the furniture was worn but clean. What had drawn evil to such a peaceful, unassuming place?

"Mr. Visco--" I started.

"Please Father, call me Gianluigi."

"Gianluigi. When did you first start noticing a demonic presence in your wife?"

"It started in April. She would fall into bouts of depression and anti-social behaviour that would last for days. Then when she wasn't depressed, she was angry and constantly trying to pick fights with me and others. We thought she was sick with something but doctors couldn't help."

I nodded. "Has Luna had any contact with the occult or dark arts?"

"No, not that I'm aware of."

"Was there a medical crisis or an event in April or before that time that may have caused the both of you to be vulnerable emotionally and spiritually?'

Gianluigi paused and frowned, wracking his brain for an answer.

"Say, a friend from church was possessed around that time and Luna often went to visit her before Fathers Graetano and Santo performed an exorcism."

So Luna was present to another possession. Possibly due to her friendship with the other victim, the demons jumped from the friend to Luna. Her emotional distress would have made her an easy target. I told Gianluigi my theory.

"So, it, whatever this thing is, is jumping from person to person? Father, that's crazy-talk."

"It sounds crazy to you, but in my line of work it's entirely possible. It's either that or there are more than one of these 'gangs' traveling around."

Grianluigi said nothing and picked at a loose thread in the armrest of his chair, dumbstruck.

Armato glanced around. "Where is your wife?'

"She's in our room, either asleep or brooding. She still has one of those things tormenting her, Sister."

"May we speak to her?" I asked.

Gianluigi put his hands up. "You can try, Father."

I gestured to Armato to rise and we both left the living room, with Gianluigi leading us up a set of stairs. He pointed us in the direction of their bedroom. The Sister and I strode to the door before I stopped and turned to face Gianluigi.

"Have no fear my son."

Luna lay buried under the covers of their bed, the comforter pulled up tightly around her shoulders. Her hair was wild and unkempt and she glowered at nothing in particular.

I laid my kit on their dresser and unclasped the locks to open it. I wasn't going to take any chances.

Gianluigi tentatively shuffled into the room behind us. "Luna dear, Sister Armato and Father Alvares of the Vatican are here. They wish to help you."

"Go away. I've had enough of priests and their antiquated rituals."

Gianluigi cast a glance at me. "Luna, be reasonable. You still need help and this man here can do so."

"Go away! And take that puppet of the Church with you."

Gianluigi started at his wife's sudden outburst.

"Luna...."

The covers were thrown back and Luna shouted again. Her voice took on an unnaturally low tone. "I've had enough of you!"

I quickly retrieved my crucifix from my kit and held it up to her. "Reveal thyself to me demon."

A hiss emitted from Luna's mouth and she violently shoved me out of the way.

"Don't let her escape!"

Armato and Gianluigi moved to block the doorway and managed to tackle Luna to the floor. She struggled against them, her body contorting in unnatural ways but the good sister and Gianluigi stubbornly held on.

I knelt next down within Luna's line of sight, keeping the crucifix in front of me.

"What do we do, Father?" Gianluigi asked.

"Pray to St. Michael and the Blessed Mother."

I turned my attention to Luna. She writhed on the floor, grumbling curses under her breath.

"Who summoned you?"

"Our master."

"Who? Lucifer?"

The creature within Luna let out a strangled cry, babbling incoherent nonsense in Latin.

"I asked you what is his name? Who is your master?" I demanded.

The creature cackled. "You think I would tell you, cripple?" It spat the final word at me in insult.

"Your lot wouldn't be infesting an entire town were it not for the work of an especially powerful demon being disturbed."

I quickly went and grabbed my vial of holy water. I anointed Luna's forehead which immediately caused her to scream in pain and the smell of burning flesh and brimstone filled the air.

"Who summoned you? Who is your master?"

"Istrakath! He was summoned by Lucifer."

This made little sense to me. An invasion of this scale would not be possible without mortal aid. "There is something you are not telling me."

Luna cackled maniacally. "You shall find out the truth soon. I believe your brother priest Hendrik has sniffed out our portal."

Luna renewed her struggle with a vengeance. Armato and Gianluigi nearly lost their hold on her.

I began the rite.

"En nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Luna cursed at me in Latin, Italian, and Portuguese, wishing pain and misery upon me. I continued speaking regardless, though my companions were terribly frightened.

I urged them. "Don't be afraid. This foul creature shall be purged."

My arm was beginning to ache from holding the crucifix. "Vade post me, Satana. Exaudi Domine Patri!" I chanted.

Luna screamed, frothing at the mouth.

"Vade post me, Satana. Exaudi Domine Patri!"

Luna fell back onto the floor in a swoon. She opened her eyes and gasped. They fearfully darted around the room first at me, than Armato before resting on Gialuigi. She sat up.

"What's going on?" She whispered.

"You were possessed and were speaking in tongues. Fear not, the demon is gone. You have my word."

"Thank God."

"Yes, thank Him." I said.

I suggested that the Viscos, as a starting point, make a habit of attending church once or twice a week, going to confession once every three weeks and praying in the morning and evening.

"You must build up some defense against darkness, especially in these dire times," I explained. "God will shield you, trust in Him."

"Thank you, Father." Gianluigi said.

I had to tell Cardinal and the others what the demon had revealed to me. I wanted to bolt straight out of the Visco's house but forced myself to walk at a reasonable pace down the stairs and out of the house with Armato closely following.

My brethren and I regrouped at the church. I wasted no time in launching into my tale of Luna's deliverance.

"The exorcism was successful but before the creature fled, it revealed to me that the name of its master is Istrakath."

Cardinal turned to Hendrik. "Does that name mean anything to you?"

Hendrik shook his head. "No, but Thomas or Elijah might know something about it."

I continued. "It wouldn't tell me who summoned it or Istrakath but it claimed that Hendrik-Jan had found their portal."

He shifted around on his feet awkwardly as all attention was turned to him.

"How many people know about the catacombs under the mausoleum?" He asked Santo.

"Not many. No one bothers with it. We believed it to be too dangerous to go down there." He paused. "The demonic activity has something to do with it?"

Hendrik clasped his hands behind his back. "I believe so, I can sense it. I don't know if it was a portal I was sensing per say, I would have to go down there to be sure. There's a strong presence there regardless."

Hendrik turned to Cardinal. "We should call the others. Who knows what's down there or what it's capable of."

With his face covered, one could never tell what Cardinal was thinking of. He stood still for some time keeping us all in suspense before he turned to a confused Santo. "The five of us will return at nightfall to investigate the catacombs. If anyone asks about us, tell them that there is nothing to worry about and that we have the situation under control. We must exercise discretion."

Santo looked perturbed. "Very well."

If Hendrik-Jan felt slighted by Cardinal's rejection, he gave no outward sign of it.

We returned to Roma.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

She... Loves Me?

Ao3

Chapter 2 - Unbelievable

Adrien could barely make out the maniacal cackling in the background. The sound of his pulse rang out in his ears, deafening the room with only his thoughts to accompany him. He couldn’t pull away from his phone; he was too engrossed in what he just heard that the words had spun around and collided together in his head and made him downright dizzy.  

He heard it wrong. He must have. There’s no way.  

Yeah, that’s it. He definitely heard it wrong. But just to be sure, he backtracked to the end of Max’s video and started to watch her recording again.

Adrien, I love you. I’ll always be there if you need me.

No.

He replayed it seven more times. Each time his blush grew a half a shade each from a dusting of pink to a crimson red.

He couldn’t hear the cackling anymore. Maybe that was all in his head?

No, the cackling is definitely still around. Definitely not in his head.

Adrien, I love you. I’ll always be there if you need me.

He paused the video and stared at the still image in front of him. Marinette? In love with… me?

He fixated on those words. At this point, the sweet, sweet sound of her voice was now engraved in the back of his mind. There was this alluring softness in her eyes as she said it. Where her eyes always this blue? The genuine tone in her voice was so inviting and her smile looked so pretty. Her words replayed in his mind on a continuous and torturous repeat.

It did not help the flutter in his chest.

Adrien, I love you. I’ll always be there-

Always caring. Always so sweet. Of course, she would always be there even if his presence often made her uncomfortable. She always thinks of others. She’s just extremely friendly! Heck, he called her their Everyday Ladybug because she reminds him so much of the real Ladybug. And who wouldn’t love someone like that? Half the class has a crush on her. Is she cute? Yes, of course. He won’t deny that, but she’s still just a friend. Right? Right?

Another flutter.

Adrien, I love you-

Those words again. He fixated on those words. The way her voice sounded so... so... welcoming, and warm? Must be warm. Speaking of warm, is it me or is it really warm in here? he thought as he aired out his shirt to try to get the cool air to tickle his skin.  

Why is Plagg laughing?

I love you.

Adrien sat wide eyed; his thoughts fogged his usual reflex of chastising the tiny god for his theatrics. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts was the brightness of the screen suddenly turning black. That’s when he heard how loud the god was being.

“Plagg! Stop laughing! How are you still laughing? This isn’t funny.”

At one point after the initial play of the message, Plagg had fallen off of Adrien’s shoulder and managed to roll down to the edge of the large bed. He continued to roll around with his paws on his belly as tears fell from his eyes. When all the chuckles slowed down, he finally floated over to his chosen to sit comfortably on his lap. “Alright, alright.” He said as he wiped his brow. “That was seriously funny.”

“No, it’s not Plagg.” Adrien huffed. “How is this funny?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you don’t ever stop talking about Marinette and then all of a sudden, she confesses her love to you?” He wiped his eyes again. “Seriously kid. This is funny.”

“She can’t love me. She’s just a really good friend! She said it in a platonic way. There was nothing romantic about it.”

“Yeah, and I’m a bee.”

“You are not a bee, Plagg.” He deadpanned.

“And she’s not ‘just a really good friend’.” Plagg deadpanned back. “Plus, why can’t she love you?”

Adrien stopped a moment and looked down at his fingers. They looked more interesting than trying to continue this part of the conversation. “You know why. She has Luka.”

Plagg didn’t miss the way his voice shattered. He softened his voice in response. “Kid, are you sure about that? Last time I checked she wasn’t always spending all her time with him.”

Adrien looked back up at the kwami. “But you’ve heard her. Every time I mentioned something about liking me, she denied it. She’s flustered all the time and can’t even be in the same room with me. There’s nothing there. Yeah, she said she loved me, but as a...” he swallowed thickly, “...as a friend.”

Adrien quickly got up and walked over to his windows trying to avoid the subject further. The sky started to darken as the sun dipped below the horizon and the lingering pink and orange colors dotted against the purple landscape. It wasn’t his night for patrol, but he might as well take an hour to himself to clear his head. He sighed sadly. “No, she couldn’t be in love me like that. She said it as a friend.”

Plagg sat back and watched Adrien mumble under his breath.  He shook his head. “Kid, don’t think about her and how she said those gross words. What you need to think about is how you feel about them.”

“What I feel for Marinette?”

“No. How do you feel hearing those words.”

Adrien turned to look back at the god and scrunched his brow in confusion. How did he feel about those words? Adrien dreamed of a day when Ladybug would say those words to him. He wished that he could proclaim those words and that she would reciprocate her feelings. Then they could finally be together! But he knew that it was all a moot point. She was in love with someone else and their relationship was simply platonic.

But Marinette? Marinette saying those words? It’s a shock. He never would have expected those words to come out of her mouth, especially after all those times he questioned her. There was that time when Jagged Stone had entered her room and everyone witnessed the photographs of him all over her wall. She admitted that she was a fan of fashion and not anything more. Then there was the wax museum visit when Manon was akumatized and she said all those things to his “wax” self. But was that all a façade? Why would she say all those things and not mean it? Is that why she’s flustered all the time? Nervous whenever she’s around him?

He looked out the window and sighed heavily. “I didn’t realize she loved me in any capacity, but I don’t think it was meant to be in a romantic way. She just wanted to make sure I felt loved today, that’s all.”

Plagg internally screamed. This oblivious kid got the biggest hint for the story of the century – something that he could finally have to call his own since his father surely wasn’t going to give it to him – and yet, he’s pushing it aside. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to take this, he thought. He needed to push this a little further.

“You still didn’t answer my question, Adrien. How do you feel about those words?”

Adrien closed his eyes, but he didn’t turn to face Plagg. “I’ve always wished that Ladybug would say those words to me. I’d be so excited that this brave, amazing, and beautiful girl finally told me those three magical words that I would probably be on cloud nine for the rest of my life!” Plagg watched him curiously. “But hearing Marinette saying those words... it shocked me. But I’m just so confused. Why does it feel so warm and caring? Why is it that I want to hear those words over and over and that I can’t pull her away from my thoughts?”

“Maybe you like her and you don’t realize it.”

“I’m in love with Ladybug, Plagg. I can’t be in love with Marinette. And I told you, she has Luka. She doesn’t want to be alone around me and she’s told me she doesn’t see me that way. It’s just not worth exploring.”

Plagg closed his eyes and sighed. “Why don’t you go for a run? Maybe it will clear your head.”  

Adrien nodded and grabbed him a slice of cheese. “Plagg. Claws out!”

----

Bouncing across rooftops and doing flips from balcony to balcony, Chat Noir got lost in his own mind. He tried to focus on his footings as he enjoyed the warm summer breeze that swept against his cheeks.

When he finally stopped to catch his breath, he stood tall on the rooftop and looked around. The homes and businesses around glimmered in a yellow hue. The Eiffel Tower shone brightly against the now black sky. The silhouette of Notre Dame can be seen, but that was probably his night vision helping him tremendously.

As he continued to scour the sky, he noticed the familiarity of the space. His stomach dropped when he noticed the twinkling fairy lights shimmering on the balcony. He watched the space in earnest, a glimmer of hope constricting his heart. That’s when he saw her. She sat peacefully on her lounge chair with a pink blanket wrapped around her shoulders and her hair tied up in a bun. She looked cozy and sweet and breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlit sky.

He tried to take a step forward but slipped on a loose roof tile, emitting a slight screech as he started to slide down towards the edge.  

Marinette jumped when she heard the commotion and quickly ran to the edge of the balcony. She needed to figure out where the sound was coming from. Squinting as she scanned the rooftops, she noticed a dark figure hanging onto a gutter by his fingertips. She shouted in worry. “Chat! Chat! Are you okay?”

Chat grunted as he tried to find a way back up. He slightly turned his head to face her direction as an embarrassed blush dusted his cheeks. Trying to sound like he could do this in his sleep, Chat reassured her. “Yeah, I’m fine princess. Just... hmph... hanging around.”

Marinette scoffed loud enough that he could hear it at his distance. “You dumb cat! What are you doing? You could have been hurt!”

Chat finally felt safe enough to grab his baton and extend it to the ground. He leveraged it against a wedge and pole vaulted his way from his spot to her balcony. Landing on the flat surface with a slight thump, he retracted his baton and placed it back on his holster. He looked up with a playful smile on his lips as he watched Marinette stand in front of him and crossed her arms, while an angry pout adorned hers.

That pout is cute, he thought.  

Her face changed to something soft, even somewhat worried, as she dropped her arms to her side. “Chat, are you hurt?”

“No. I’m okay. Just slipped is all. I still have all nine lives.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and moved back to her chair. “Out on patrol?” She said simply.

“No, just stretching my claws.”  

“What’s wrong, Chat? I know we may not know each other well, but I can be a lending ear if you need someone to talk to.”

Chat smiled. Of course Marinette would offer to help a stranger, even though he wasn’t a stranger to her, at least not that she knew. But the tingle of nerves in his chest betrayed him as he delved into the depths of her bluebell eyes, the large orbs sparkling brightly even under the dim light. He agreed with himself - she was definitely breathtakingly beautiful.

Chat took a spot on the floor in front of her. “I would love to just sit here and chat all evening about the never-ending love quarrels between my heart and my head, but I could never bombard you with something as heavy as that.” He chuckled. “But even if I wanted to just sit here and talk with you, I couldn’t. Secret identities, you know.”

“I know.” She said quietly. She sounded sad, distressed maybe. Something didn’t sit right with him and even though he was trying to avoid these fleeting thoughts of Marinette and Ladybug, he couldn’t just sit there and wonder. Cats are very curious creatures.

“Why so glum? I may not be able to talk about my life, but that doesn’t mean you can’t tell me about yours.”

Marinette looked down at him and smiled. “Just thinking about a friend today.”

“And this friend made you feel like this?” Chat quirked his brow. “Do I need to hunt someone down for you?”

Marinette giggled. “No, kitty. It’s not like that. Today was the anniversary of his mom’s sudden disappearance. I was just thinking about how lonely he must feel without her. I can’t imagine living my life without my mom by my side.”

Chat lost his smile. “Oh.” That’s all he could say. She was talking about him and if he were to ask more questions about it, he would surely cry. He couldn’t do that to her.

“Yeah. I just wish that I could hug him. Remind him that he’s so loved by all his friends. That he’s not alone anymore. Anything that could show him that he has a family with all of us.”

Chat looked up at Marinette, her voice was so soft and so sweet, just like in the video. The sincerity in her voice warmed up his soul, causing butterflies to form in the pit of his stomach. His heart raced and tears started to well up in corners of his eyes. He needed to compose himself or else he would oust his identity.

“You sound like you care about him a lot.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. He just needed to know.

“I do.” She leaned back against her chair and snuggled into her blanket. “More than you could even know.”

That was it. Chat needed to leave before the emotions skyrocketed out of his body. He could feel the heat rising to his face, the tears starting to blur his vision. He focused on swallowing his emotions, standing up and turning around so his back faced hers. “Sorry, princess, but I have to head out before anyone notices I’m missing.” He extended his baton a little. “He sounds like a great guy if he’s captured your heart that way.”

Marinette blushed and ducked her head, swallowing loudly before speaking. “He is.”

And with that, Chat bid her adieu and raced off to his bed, staring at the ceiling as his heart raced with a plethora of emotions. The tears fell unceremoniously down his cheeks.

He sniffed as he placed a pillow to his face and groaned. “This is going to be a long night.”

[krizaland]

ok, so imagine this, yandere zim has a nice and obedient friend but zim takes it too far and she reaches her limit. Sorry if it's a bit odd and not specific but can you do something with that?

It’s all good! I got the perfect idea! I took a little inspiration from my childhood nightmares of Zim turning me into an Irken.

I even drew up a picture to go with it!

Be warned: Reader will be experimented on! Also, Yanderes are creepy fucks. There won’t be anything sexual but things will get very creepy and disturbing. 

You had been friends with Zim for over 6 months now! Zim never knew why you would always be so nice to him.

At first he thought you were trying to expose him but after learning that you were just genuinely nice, Zim decided to let you live.

Zim had to admit, you did start to grow on him.

You would always compliment him on his various gadgets and would listen to him whenever he needed to vent.

You weren’t too clingy and gave him the space he needed.

Soon, Zim learned that you seemed to enjoy helping him out from time to time.

You would often bring him homework he had forgotten and even acted as a human shield whenever Dib decided to try to start a food fight.

Zim thought it was strange at first but appreciated your dedication.

“Y/N, I’d like to take a moment to thank you for your services.You have been most useful to me!” Zim explained as he patted your head.

“Of course, Zim! I’d do anything for you!” You chirped.

“Anything?” Zim parroted as he tilted his head.

“Well, anything in my power anyway.” You laughed.

“I shall hold you to that promise then.” Zim mused as he narrowed his eyes.

As time went on, Zim found himself falling in love with you.

At first he had a meltdown! He couldn’t be in love with a filthy human! This would ruin his mission!

Why couldn’t you have at least been Irken instead of human?! At least then he wouldn’t have to destroy you!

Suddenly, he got an idea.

An awful, nasty idea.

“Computer! Get me in contact with Prisoner #777 on planet Vort!” Zim ordered as he pointed to the ceiling.

“GETTING IN CONTACT WITH PRISONER #777!”

Soon the monitor crackled to life and revealed Prisoner #777 sitting in his usual prison cell.

“What is it this time, Zim?” He groaned as he turned to look at him.

“I need you to get me blueprints for an Irken PAK!” Zim demanded as he put his hands behind his back.

“Why would you need PAK blueprints? What’s wrong with the one you have now-”

“DO NOT QUESTION ME! I HAVE YOUR CHILDREN REMEMBER!” Zim roared as he gestured to a small tube with Prisoner #777′s kids bouncing around inside.

“Just give me what I asked for.” Zim growled.

“Ok! Ok! Fine! I was just asking! Here you are.” Prisoner #777 squeaked as he sent Zim the blueprints.

“Excellent.” A massive grin spread across Zim’s face as he downloaded the blueprints.

“Now, I’m sill in prison so if you could just-”

“END THE CALL!”

Zim’s grin grew wider as he looked over the blueprints.

“Yes! Yes!! With these blueprints I can create a PAK to store Y/N’s personalty and memories and upload them into a SUPERIOR IRKEN BODY!” Zim let out a  maniacal laugh as he raised his hands in the air.

Wasting no more time, Zim threw on a lab coat and green goggles and got straight to work.

Once his hard work had been completed, Zim threw on his disguise and made his way to Skool. Zim could hardly contain his excitement! He couldn’t wait to put his plan into action!

Zim let out a squeal when he spotted you walking his way.

“Hey, Zim! Looks like someone is in a good mood today!” You giggled as you took notice of the massive grin plastered on Zim’s face.

Zim cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

“Y/N? Is it true that you would do anything for me?” Zim purred as he circled you.

“Well, I have my limits but yeah.” You felt yourself get a little nervous as Zim sauntered closer.

"Very well. If you speak the truth, then you shall follow me to my base-I mean house! You shall follow me to my perfectly normal house and not question a thing.” Zim’s voice lowered a bit as he spoke.

“O-Ok then. Is something wrong?” You asked as you followed Zim back to his base.

“Oh don’t worry, sweet Y/N. I can assure the problem will be solved once we get inside.” Zim stifled a sinister chuckle as he opened the door.

“Welcome home, son!” The Robo parents eagerly greeted as they stepped aside.

“So these are your parents?” You asked as you tried to inspect the robo parents.

“Yes. Yes. I love them with all my heart, now keep following me.” Zim grumbled as he dragged you along.

“Wow, your house sure is um...interesting.” You murmured as you looked around at all of Zim’s bizarre decor.

“Alright, Y/N. Just stand right here for me!” Zim commanded as he pointed to a spot in front of his toilet.

“Ok then...” You were horribly confused but did as you were told.

“Excellent! Now hold still.” Zim chuckled darkly

“Zim what’s going on-Ack!”

PAF!

You were engulfed in a sea of bright pink mist.

You let out a few coughs before collapsing to the ground

“Sleep well, my sweet.” Zim’s voice melted into a dark whisper as he scooped you off the ground.

Zim dragged your unconscious body into his lab and strapped you down to a large metal table.

He changed back into his lab coat and goggles and placed a strange Irken helmet over your head.

“I’ll admit, you’re actually quite attractive for a human. I almost feel bad about letting such a lovely form go to waste.” Zim mused as he caressed your cheek.

“Oh well! I’ve come too far to turn back now!” Zim chirped as he hooked up the helmet to the new PAK he had just built for you.

Zim erupted into thunderous maniacal laughter as he flipped a large purple switch.

ZAP!

Zim’s laughter echoed throughout the lab as your mind and spirit was slowly uploaded into the PAK.

“Awaken, my sweet.”

You let out a gasp the moment your heavy eyelids opened.

Your world was encased in a murky purple bubble. All you could make you was a distorted image of a bug like creature staring back at you. His voice sounded muffled but you could still understand his words.

“Computer! Release, Y/N!” Zim commanded as he pointed to the ceiling.

CRASH!

The glass chamber you were floating in was shattered to the ground.

CLANG!

You let out a yelp as you felt a large metal object being injected into your back.

ZAP!

A small electric shock surged through your body for a moment.

You let out a groan as you tried to process what was going on.

"HA! Success!” Zim squealed as he zipped to your side.

His ruby eyes twinkled with excitement as he took in your new form.

You were beyond perfect! You were breathtaking!

Your antennas were perfectly curled and your F/C eyes sparkled under the lab’s dim lighting.

Even your height was perfected as your new Irken body was a foot taller than your old human one.

Zim became so entranced by your beauty that he fell to the floor for a moment.

You let out a gasp and tried to check on him. However, there was no need!

“REACTIVATING!”

ZAP!

Zim’s PAK sent out a small electric shock and revived him from his trance.

Zim shook away the excess shock and turned his attention back to you.

“Oh my god! Are you alright?!” You squeaked as you covered your mouth.

“Never better, my sweet, Y/N! The real question is how do you feel?” Zim crooned as he pointed at you.

“Oh? Well, I feel kinda out of it, now that you ask.” You explained as you held your head.

“I see. Well, your entire human brain has been uploaded into your PAK. So I guess you need some time to get used to things.” Zim hummed as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Wait what?!”

“Oh ho! Oh yeah! You were unconscious when all the stuff happened.” Zim chuckled.

“When what stuff happened?! What’s going on here?!” You demanded as you put your hands on your hips.

“Weeeell, I removed your brain data from your old PATHETIC HUMAN BODY and transferred it into a SUPERIOR IRKEN BODY!” Zim sang.

“WHAT?! I’M NOT HUMAN ANYMORE?!” You shrieked as you frantically patted all around yourself.

“Nope! You are no longer a FILTHY HUMAN! You are now A SUPERIOR IRKEN LIFE FORM!!! See?” Zim sang as he held up a small mirror.

You let out another shriek!

You couldn’t even recognize yourself anymore!

Your skin was green and your eyes were F/C and bug like! Any traces of hair were gone! Now all you had were two curly antennas on your head.

You backed away and almost slipped on the left over purple goo on the floor.

“Now. Now. It’s alright! You just need to take some time to adjust to your new body!” Zim reassured as he gently took your hands in his.

“No! Let go of me, you freak!” You seethed as you snatched your hands away.

“But, Y/N! It’s me, Zim!” Zim insisted as he gestured to himself.

“What the-Zim?!  You’re an alien?!” You yelped as a shudder ran down your spine.

“Indeed I am! I’m sorry, my sweet Y/N but Zim is not a normal human worm baby. Zim is a MIGHTY IRKEN WARRIOR! SENT ON A SPECIAL MISSION TO DESTROY THIS MISERABLE PLANET FOR MY LEADERS, THE ALL MIGHTY TALLEST!” Zim cackled as he threw his hands into the air.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! The green skinned boy you called your friend was an evil monster from beyond the stars!

“I can’t believe it! Dib was right about you! You are a monster!” You choked out as pink tears streamed down your face.

“Monster?! Zim is no monster! I did this to protect your precious life! When the armada arrives they will fire a cannon sweep to eradicate any remaining non Irken life forms. This was the only way to spare you from the armada’s wrath! I couldn’t bear to live with myself if I lost you! I care about you far too much!” Zim explained as he activated his spider legs to reach your face better.

“If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have done this! Change me back, Zim! I can’t live my life like this!” You wailed as you gestured to yourself.

“Never! This is for your own good! You’ll thank me once the armada gets here!” Zim snarled as he drew closer.

“Zim! Listen to reason! You can’t keep me like this!” You pleaded as you backed away from him.

“Oh but I can! And I will. You might as well forget about your pathetic former human body! I’ve already disposed of it!” Zim chuckled darkly as he circled you.

“WHAT?! THIS IS INSANE!” You screeched as you tried to get away.

“Isn’t it though? Don’t worry, I think you’ll find your new body to be a major improvement.” Zim purred as he grabbed your arm and rubbed his face up against it.

“GET OFF OF ME!” You tried to pull your arm away but Zim’s grip was far too tight.

“No. I don’t think I will....Mmm you smell divine my sweet. No longer are you plagued by that DISGUSTING humany smell! Now you’re perfect. Perfect in every way.” Zim’s voice melted into a soft whisper as he kissed his way up your arm.

SMOOCH!

He planted a large kiss on your cheek.

You let out a startled yelp and tried to shake him off of you but yo no avail.

“Stop your struggling, my sweet. I’m not trying to harm you,” Zim purred as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“You’ve already hurt me, Zim! By turning me into a freak!” You sobbed as Zim begun to pepper your neck with slightly rough kisses.

“Oh you say that now, yes but I don’t think you really mean it.” Zim let out a few chirps as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I mean it, Zim! You’ve hurt me! I can’t believe I actually thought you were my friend!” Your voice cracked as more pink tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Perhaps you’re right. Maybe I am not your friend. Maybe I am something more...” Zim circles around to properly face you.

“What are you-MMPH!”

Zim grabbed your face and crashed his lips onto yours.

He let out a low, growly moan as his worm like tongue forced its way into your mouth.

You tasted so divine. Zim couldn’t get enough of you. His tongue curled around yours and playfully wrestled with it.

You let out a muffled yelp as your eyes widened in horror. You wanted to fight back but Zim had already overpowered you.

Soon Zim released you and licked his lips.

“Maybe I am your master...”