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equizona · 4 years ago

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Hiii!! How are you? I hope you are doing great💕✨

I wanted to request headcanons for the bros having a normal dinner at the HoL until Mc who used to have really long hair shows up with a self-cuted bob, you can tell they cutted it by themselves but it’s still cute. When the bros asked about it they responded that they were having a really bad day and they cut their hair as an alternative to self harm.

If you feel uncomfortable you can skip the self harm part! I understand! I was just having a bad day and I decided to cut my hair for the same reasons and my Mamá didn’t take it really nicely, and idk i guess I just want comfort. Thank you I love your writing and again, I hope you have a nice day💕💕✨✨

Scenario: cutting your hair as an alternative to self harm

Note: Hello there! First, I wanna say how proud I am of you, even if I don't know you. The fact you cut your hair instead of cutting is amazing and I am so proud of you. I hope you continue to stay strong, and I'm sorry this took so long! Feel free to contact me if you need someone to talk to. [P.S: I did change the request up but it's mostly the same!]

Fandom: Obey Me!

Character's: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.

Reader: Kinda G-N! But also has hints that you're most likely a female in this.

Warnings: self harm mentions?

He's very confused.

He does NOT remember you ever leaving the house of lamentation, and your hair was still long earlier this morning.

What happened?

He'll ignore it though.

He'll give you compliments about your hair, and he'll be surprised when you say you cut it on your own.

Tells you that you have talent.

After dinner, he'll ask for you to meet up with him in his office.

He'll immediately ask you why you cut your hair.

Was something wrong? Did you simply want a change? Are you sure you won't regret it? He could find you someone who could grow your hair back out for you if you did?

When you tell him you did that instead of self cutting he's... uncertain on how to feel.

Firstly, he is EXTREMELY proud of you for deciding to do that rather than cut yourself.

He's also a bit disappointed in himself that he didn't notice.

He'll pull you in for a hug, and tell him how proud he is of you for doing that. And how lovely your hair looks short.

He'll tell you to talk to him if you ever feel that you need to cut, and you don't have any other option.

Or if you are simply sad.

He'll get you a therapist if you don't want to speak to him or his brothers.

He'll do almost anything so that you can feel better.

Won't get you knives or things that you can hurt yourself with, but anything else is fair game.

Shocked because why???

Your hair was so nice, and silky! And he loved running his fingers through it and making different hairstyles and all that fun stuff.

He's kinda sad.

But also, you look really good with that hair style?

And you did it on your own?

....ever thought about opening a hair salon? People would pay so much if you had that much talent and skill.

Now, Mammon is most likely the one that is the best on emotions of ALL his brothers.

He can tell when you're not feeling yourself, and it's only like 100 times stronger thanks to the pact you both have.

He'll talk to you when you're both cuddled up in your room, asking you what happened.

When you tell him he'll put the mask he usually has on down and let you know how amazing you are and how proud he is.

Will offer to speak to Lucifer about getting you a therapist, if you'd like.

It won't matter if this is a common way you feel, it only happens once or twice or this only happened once.

He'll do anything you ask of him.

'Cause he loves you more than even money.

Kinda jealous because he' never be able to look good with a hairstyle like that.

And then you're just like

"Oh, I cut it myself."

And he just shirt circuts.

You can cut hair? And even more importantly, your own hair!?!?!?!??!?!

That's so cool!

Why did you never tell him?

At least he's happy that it doesn't seem like any of the others knew about it either.

Now, I honestly feel like Levi's bad thoughts about himself has led him down the path of self harm.

He's surpsingly strong willed, and almost always manages to catch himself and do something else.

And he recognizes what you did as a common thing to do instead.

Asks just to be sure.

And when you tell him that yes, that was why you did it, he's heartbroken.

You don't deserve feelings like that. Actually, you deserve everything good and only the good.

He'll be a lot nicer, doing his best to give you compliments on the new hairstyle and telling you how proud he is.

Mainly fails, but it's okay.

He's trying, and he'll try his best for you to be happy.

<3<3<3<3<3

This man feeds off of anger, so if you did it in a fit of rage or anger, no matter small, he's there in a second to ask how you're doing.

If not? He won't notice. It's only anger he can feel, much to his dismay.

He'll have troubles connecting the dots at first, and will only be handing you out compliments next to Asmo.

Then it hits him that it might be more to it, considering how you're acting.

He'll wait until after dinner and claim you have to help him with something.

Get's really angry when you tell him why you did it.

Not at you though, never at you. At himself, and lucifer, at everything.

He won't keep it up long though, calming down really quickly.

He'll ask you to sit down and read with him, or he'll read to you. Or you can do something on your D.D.D while he reads.

Whatever you want.

Hell, he might decide to let you drag him out somewhere.

Whatever it takes to make you feel even a tiny bit better.

Immediately gushing about how amazing you look with the new hairstyle.

He wants to know where you cut it in the first ten seconds he sees you.

Super shocked when he finds out you did it on your own.

Will ask you to trim his hair sometime.

To be fair, he's no stranger to doing things about his appearance in a fit of strong emotion.

Something Lucifer isn't always the happiest about.

He won't point it out though, if you want to talk, you know he's there.

He drops hints like that, just to be sure.

If you do tell him the reason, he'll immediately pull you in for a hug and shower you in compliments.

Not only on your appearance, but on how amazing you did to cut your hair instead of cutting your skin.

Self care day

He'll push away any of his brothers, doing his best to make you feel the most confident you have ever felt in your own body

Also, he'll make sure you know he's there for you and offer to get a therapist if you'd like one

When it starts to get late he'll put on a movie in the background and cuddle you💞💞💞

He thinks you look great with the new hairstyle!

You looked amazing before as well, but you also look amazing now!

Honestly, he kinda forgets about it during the dinner, a hair cut doesn't change who you are and you're still his very best friend and love of his life

He'll do his normal "get up at 12am and drag you for midnight snacks."

And if you tell him, he'll drop his food and pull you in for a hug

He doesn't say much, but offers you his food.

Whenever he's sad, food makes him feel better, so he does what he knows and hopes it'll share you up too

He'll also be willing to do anything you ask

Want him to carry you? Hug you? Cuddles? Want him to talk to lucifer for you? Want to vent? Want to cry?

He's there for you

Honestly, I doubt he even notices.

He's to busy sleeping to care.

When he DOES notice it's when he drags you down to sleep and tries nuzzling his face into your long hair-

Wait it's gone?

He'll get kinda pissy, 'cause he liked your long hair, but then he noticed it's still super soft and just goes back to sleep

He won't even bring up the possibility that you did it as an alternative to self harm

It crossed his mind but he refuses to believe it

If you tell him, he'll react kinda negatively, and won't talk to you

For like 30 minutes max

Most likely only for like 5 minutes though

He'll realize that he should be there for you

Isn't sure what to do, so he just kinda cuddles you and apologies for how he reacted

He's very lazy put he puts in an extra effort to tell you how proud he is

Because cutting your hair is way better than hurting yourself and you did super good doing the hair cutting instead

He'll let his brothers help you during the day, and have you cuddle with him at night so he can make sure you have the best dreams

I'd say he's horrible at it, but the effort is actually pretty obvious and he makes sure you're guarded in the night

He tries

His best

And it works to some degree

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work-of-waking-up · 4 years ago

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In Defense of the Psychopath

Alright, wanna venture into my crazy ass brain? I’m going to start by saying one thing that will set the tone for everything else that follows: Villanelle is not a psychopath in the way that we currently understand them. Why am I even bothering to write about a fictional character, you ask? Because representation is important. Media portrayal of various mental and behavioral health topics (including ones that people might not think need to be discussed) is important and this show has a big audience. I also just want to contribute to the conversations that are taking place because I am seeing A LOT of them and the reason for that I believe boils down to the fact that Jodie makes Villanelle so relatable and people want to know what that means and looks like for them. Even those who felt they could relate to Sandra’s Eve, or the relationship between the two, maybe questioned what that meant the further they went down the path with them. “It’s probably a bad thing I relate to a psychopath, right? But she can’t be a psychopath because she cries and she feels things! Psychopaths don’t cry, which means she isn’t realistic so therefore it’s okay that I relate to her! Right? Or are my assumptions about psychopaths and people with antisocial personality disorder wrong? I relate to Eve but look what she is underneath it all...so does that mean I relate to that part of her too?” Not only is villanelles character relatable, but people see the freedom inherent within her, the freedom that Eve sees, and they realize that, at least on some level, they want it too. The show has (unintentionally I think) created a massive dialogue which is super cool and you can tell everyone involved on the show is aware of that now, I mean they have a consulting psychiatrist so I think that speaks for itself. This is less of a commentary on the character herself and whether or not she is a genuine psychopath, and more so a commentary on the conversations she has inspired and why... For the record, this is literally just my opinion sprinkled with a few facts, nothing else.

So, the term psychopath gets thrown around in the show, more so in the beginning, MI6 explicitly labels Villanelle this way, even going so far as to use her in a presentation about psychopaths, although I think that was more so to gauge Eve’s response than anything else. The reality of Villanelle, which we come to learn, is that nobody has been able to get close enough to really know the truth. Anna and Konstantin both got close but we never hear either of them use that word (Konstantin says it once but he clearly doesn’t mean it, it was more of an attempted manipulation tactic). They make it clear that she has, and can, and WILL cause damage, but that’s as far as they go. Eve is getting close and she tells Villanelle when they first meet that she knows Villanelle is a psychopath but it’s obvious from Eve's behavior and things she says later on that she truly doesn’t believe Villanelle is what everyone says she is. It’s easier to label her as a psychopath because that alienates and isolates her and her behavior completely. She is an outlier with behavioral anomalies and therefore it isn’t necessary to look any closer. For MI6 and others (not talking about the shows creators) to label Villanelle as a psychopath is easy, it’s lazy, it’s reductive, it serves a single purpose... a means to an end. They (anyone other than Eve basically) simply do not care about Villanelle’s truth. But as an audience we are lucky enough to see more of her with each episode. The psychopath label begins to fade and Oksana is what’s left. We know based on what she has said that she is aware that people think she is a psychopath, a monster, a person built to kill. It’s not always easy to decide that who you are is different from who you’ve always been told you are, especially given her history. Villanelle hasn’t told us yet if she thinks (or knows) that she is a psychopath, but it’s clear towards the end of last season that she no longer wants to be the person that they (meaning the twelve, Dasha, Konstantin, etc.) created. We see moments where she clearly has no remorse and clearly enjoys what she does, but then we have little moments sprinkled in between where she very obviously struggles, even if its short lived. And those moments are important. We have the moment where she struggles with the choice to shoot Konstantin, saying he is a good person, she thinks. This comes shortly after a conversation she had where Irina tells Villanelle she thinks she is a good person because she is sad, so we know she is thinking about it, we know the awareness is there, and it becomes more and more there as times goes on. I like to think of it in terms of having moments that are pure Villanelle (ie the way she killed Inga in the Russian prison), and then we have moments that are Oksana, vulnerable and emotional. Villanelle is a creation and a mask whereas oksana is the truth. Those moments are starting to really mean something. I'm not even going to start with her trip to find her family, that’s its own thing, but it's a Really Big Thing.

So. Villanelle is not a psychopath in the way that we currently understand and perceive them. Yes, she displays psychopathic traits, and yes, she absolutely has antisocial personality disorder. I read an article where the psychiatric consultant for the show (makes it pretty obvious how hard they worked to make Villanelle as realistic as possible) said that the Villanelle in Luke Jenning’s books scored a 32 on Hare’s psychiatric checklist, but I like to think (and I think a lot of people would agree) that number is a bit high, at least for Jodie’s Villanelle, maybe not even hitting 30 at all (close though, let’s be real lol). The max score is 40 which would be a fully blown primary psychopath. For reference, Ted Bundy scored 39. This checklist is flawed though, mostly created and based off the prison population. Which is why it isn’t used as a proper diagnostic tool. 32 is apparently extraordinarily high for a female (think Aileen Wuornos), which brings me to my next point which is that because it’s hard to measure a lot of the classic traits objectively, there is not a ton of solid data surrounding psychopathy, and even less of it is on female psychopaths. Like most things in life, psychopathy exists on a spectrum, there are levels and layers. It’s not black and white, there’s no definitive test (psychopathy isn’t even in the DSM-5 because as I said earlier it’s extremely hard to measure objectively) and it's important to distinguish between someone who exhibits psychopathic traits and someone who is actually an identifiable psychopath. Chances are high that someone you know displays at least one characteristic shared with psychopaths and this doesn’t make them one.

I think what’s important about this is that mental disorders (mental illness/personality disorders/etc.) of any kind are much more nuanced than a lot of people tend to think they are. That they exist less in black and white and more in shades of grey. Jodie Comer is absolutely remarkable for showcasing that through portraying the different layers of Villanelle. Her performance is a literal gift. We cannot keep thinking and acting like we know everything about how a person thinks, feels, and behaves based strictly and entirely on one label. The thing that has stuck out to me the most, the reason I decided to even write this bullshit babble, is that one of the most searched topics about the show is whether or not it’s realistic that Villanelle cries, and honestly how sad is that? That makes me sad for V. Is it more realistic for her to develop connections and cognitive empathy if she was made into a psychopath vs if she was born that way? Is there a legitimate difference between the two? And how do we even decide which one is applicable for someone? It’s important to add that antisocial personality disorder is not the same thing as psychopathy or sociopathy. You can have aspd and not be a psychopath. Research has shown that about only a third of those diagnosed with aspd would meet criteria to be considered a psychopath. Society is not doing a great job at getting people to understand this. But to be fair, understanding personality disorders specifically has been somewhat problematic, a lot of diagnostic confusion and overlap between disorders. A LOT of work needs to be done. But as far as portrayals go, society has strictly chosen to go the route of giving us psychopathic characters and having them be inherently violent, incapable of remorse, feelings, or change. Poverty of all emotions. Subhuman. They are made out to be so abnormal and unrelatable to the point where the character of Villanelle has sparked so much debate and fascination simply because she exists in a way that actually IS relatable...and layered and beautiful and thrilling. We thought she would be the bad guy and yet we root for her at every turn, we cry for her, we want good things for her! We see her darkness and without question or hesitation we forgive it. She makes us question what we’ve previously been shown. Questioning whether or not it’s realistic that she acts the way she does is less important than questioning our own personal assumptions and beliefs and where those come from. I think that’s awesome. Villanelle is truly a gift. She is hands down one of the most well written fictional characters, which is saying a lot considering when you put something, or someone, in a box it doesn’t leave tons of room for expansion. and I honestly don’t even really need to say this, but.. Jodie Comer.

#killing eve #villanelle #jodie comer #eve polastri #sandra oh #villaneve #feel free to rb #if you want #oksana astankova

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spine-buster · 4 years ago

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 30

A/N: Okay, so, special announcement.....

The President Wears Prada is ending at Chapter 35.

I know a lot of you weren’t expecting this, but that is where I have planned it to end. It’s a natural end. Nothing will be forced. There’s still a lot left to go, a lot to happen with Aberdeen, Willy, and everybody else, and a lot to write about. I haven’t written up to it yet, but I know exactly what is going to happen. I didn’t want the end to come as a shock to you, which is why I’m announcing it now.

In the meantime, enjoy this chapter!

July 1st, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was with William on the rooftop of his condo building.

She’d spun a wild web of lies to make sure she could be with him after he begged to see her for Canada Day. It was a bit awkward this year, because it landed on a Wednesday, right in the middle of the week, but she’d managed. She’d told Kasha she was with her family. She’d told her family she couldn’t stay the whole day, and because they spent the morning and the afternoon together already, they were okay with that.

She was getting too good at lying.

“What are you thinking about?” William asked as they lay together on a recliner they had dragged from underneath pergolas so they could see the night sky. Though there was too much light pollution in Toronto to see a sky full of stars, there were still some bright stars in the sky along with the glowing moon. From all the way atop the building, they could barely hear the noise from the city below.

She smiled. “For the first time, nothing,” she said, cuddling her head onto his chest even more as he held her hand against her heart. “My mind and my heart are at ease right now.”

She could feel him smile. He liked how she felt so at east with him. He liked how he could make her feel that way in between the stress of her job and moving forward in her career. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Can I show you how much I love you?”

She raised her head from his chest to cock an eyebrow up at him. “We’re not having sex on the roof of your condo,” she deadpanned.

He snorted. He didn’t blame her for thinking that’s what he wanted. Ever since he got back to Toronto, they fell back into the habit of sneaking around. Most of it happened at his apartment now, in between skating at Scotiabank Arena and Aberdeen telling Kasha she’d have to be there the whole day and not just the few hours when they boys were in. “No, minskatt. Something else.”

“What something else?”

William shifted his body so he was sitting up more, causing Aberdeen to shift too, straddling his lap to face him instead. She ran her hands over his chest quickly before he took them, kissing them both, before she watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “You weren’t the only one I was talking to during quarantine.”

She furrowed her brows at him. She knew he wasn’t cheating – he wouldn’t be risking her career and her reputation if he was just going to cheat on her – so she had no clue what he meant by that. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“I thought you deserved some good news during the lockdown…quarantine…whatever,” he began. “So I got Kyle to send me Max’s number.”

“Who’s Max?”

William rolled his eyes and giggled. “Max Kerman, minskatt. From the Arkells.” He watched as her face lit up before he continued. “He told me to tell you they’re coming out with a new album. Well – new. It’s, like, an acoustic album. They’re re-imagining all of their songs as if you’re singing them around a campfire,” he explained.

“Really?” Aberdeen was excited by the news. “That’s so cool. I love when they do acoustic sets.”

“Mhm,” William nodded. “They’re releasing it in August. But they’re actually including one new song.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Want to hear it?”

Aberdeen’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. “What do you mean want to hear it? You have it?!”

William nodded. “Max sent it to me. I told him about how much of a fan you were, and he remembered you from the mentor’s trip, so he didn’t mind so long as we were the only ones who heard it.”

He could see her eyes light up like fireworks. “Well—well of course! I’m not gonna leak it!” she said as if Max were standing in front of them. “Is it acoustic too?” she asked. William nodded. “What’s it about?”

“Let’s see,” he smiled, fiddling around with his phone, shaking slightly. “I’ve listened to it once or twice. I think it’s a love song.”

Aberdeen waited impatiently as William found the song. He turned the audio up on his phone to the highest level as she heard Max’s voice count the beat in. When the acoustic guitar started, she automatically fell in love with it. Melodic, as always, sounding like a perfect Arkells song. She swayed back and forth gently, and at that point, she saw William staring at her.

I think about you all the time I can’t get you off my mind

Aberdeen’s body seized up immediately. I think about you all the time. I can’t get you off my mind. I think about you all the time. I can’t get you off my mind. I think about you when I’m not even thinking. I think about you when I’m not even thinking.

A rush of emotion flushed her entire body. “Willy—” she tried to get out, her voice strained as she pushed away from him.

“Minskatt—” he grabbed her hands on his chest as she pushed away so she couldn’t push away any further. “Minskatt, come on—”

“—Willy what did you do—”

“—Minskatt, minskatt shhhhh,” he cooed as he saw tears begin to fall down her cheeks. “Minskatt, listen to me—”

“Willy,” she stressed, looking him in the eye. “Willy, is this song about me? About us?”

He nodded softly. “I got him to write a song about you. Like your dream.”

Aberdeen burst out into tears, covering her face with her hands as she sobbed into them. William stopped the song and leaned forward to wrap his arms around her, bringing her into his chest to cry. He held her tightly and placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “Why are you crying, minskatt?” he asked.

She didn’t respond at first. But when she lifted her head from his chest and wiped her eyes to be able to see him clearly, she finally did. “Are you joking? Why am I crying?” she asked rhetorically. “My boyfriend just got my favourite band to write a song about me!” she exclaimed.

“But you like that I did that though, right?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. That at least made her smile. “Of course I like it, you Costco hot dog,” she said, making him chuckle. “But I don’t – how did you – I mean what – how—”

“I called Max, and I told him about how there was this girl,” William said. “I didn’t tell him too much. Don’t worry. I didn’t tell him it was you. But I told him what was important, and some things to include. And he wrote it, and sort of filled in the rest with his own stuff.”

Aberdeen couldn’t believe what she was hearing. William had gotten Max Kerman to write a song about her. About them. Without even revealing their secret. And he’d recorded it. Mastered it. Put it on an Arkells album. Would tour with it. Sing it to crowds—

“The best part about it is whenever we hear it on the radio, we’re the only two people in the world who know it’s about us,” William said softly, looking her in the eye.

Aberdeen started crying all over again. She let her face fall back into his chest as he held her again. She cried her eyes out. This was, bar none, the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for her, let alone a boyfriend. She was so overwhelmed with emotion that she almost couldn’t handle it. William, for his part, let her cry until she was all cried out – until she lifted her head again and wiped her eyes again too look at him.

“Can I play it?” he asked.

She nodded her head, preparing herself.

I think about you all the time I can't get you off my mind If they only knew Who I've been talking to You got a place off the park I'll come on by after dark Was nervous then When you let me in

We were hanging at cross town parties, oh Just killing time until the main event

And it hurts All throughout my insides I couldn't stop if I tried Loving you I'll never learn So I'll call you when I'm outside You said, "The key's behind the porch light for unit two" I thought of maybe quitting But there's no quitting you

You said that the fridge is dry But you got some red, you got some white The drunks outside Singing lullabies Slow dance swaying back and forth Whispering "What's mine is yours" When you say my name Hits in a different way

You call me out when I'm talking nonsense, oh And I'll kiss you when I got nothing to say

And it hurts (oh oh oh) All throughout my insides I couldn't stop if I tried Loving you I'll never learn (oh oh oh) So I'll call ya when I'm outside The key's behind the porch light for unit two And I thought of maybe quitting But there's no quitting you

My whole life I'm scanning for the exits, oh Lying next to you I don't wanna leave

And it hurts (oh oh oh) All throughout my insides And I couldn't stop if I tried Loving you I'll never learn (oh oh oh) So I'll call ya when I'm outside The key's behind the porch light for unit two And I thought of maybe quitting But there's no quitting you There's no quitting you

By the time the song finished, Aberdeen had stuffed her face into the crook of William’s neck. She let some last tears fall. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said in his ear.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, minskatt. Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker.”

“Jag tänker på dig när jag inte ens tanker.”

***

July 10th, 2020

The NHL announced its Return to Play Plan on May 26 with 24 teams in competition for the Stanley Cup. The tournament begins with the Stanley Cup Qualifiers, which include 16 teams paired in eight best-of-5 series and a round-robin among the top four teams in each conference to determine seeds for the Stanley Cup Playoffs. "I want to make clear that the health and safety of our players, coaches, essential support staff and our communities are paramount," Commissioner Gary Bettman said when announcing the Return to Play Plan. "While nothing is without risk, ensuring health and safety has been central to all of our planning so far and will remain so. "Let me assure you that the reason we are doing this is because our fans have told us in overwhelming numbers that they want to complete the season if at all possible. And our players and our teams are clear that they want to play and bring the season to its rightful conclusion." The format was determined in meetings of the Return to Play Committee, which included executives from the NHL and NHL Players' Association, and five players: Ottawa Senators defenseman Ron Hainsey, Edmonton Oilers center Connor McDavid, Winnipeg Jets center Mark Scheifele, Toronto Maple Leafs center John Tavares and Philadelphia Flyers forward James van Riemsdyk. The qualifiers are being held at two hub cities: the 12 Eastern Conference teams are in Toronto, and the 12 Western Conference teams are in Edmonton, also the site of the conference finals and Stanley Cup Final. A comprehensive system for testing is in place in each hub city, and each team was permitted to travel a maximum of 52 personnel, including players, coaches and staff. "Obviously, we anticipate playing over the summer and into the early fall," Commissioner Bettman said in May. "Obviously, these are extraordinary and unprecedented times. Any plan for the resumption of play, by definition, cannot be perfect. And I am certain that, depending on which team you root for or which team you cover, you can find some element of this package that you might prefer to be done differently. But we believe we have constructed an overall plan that includes all teams that, as a practical matter, might have had a chance of qualifying for the playoffs when the season was paused. And this plan will produce a worthy Stanley Cup champion who will have run the postseason gauntlet that is unique to the NHL."

***

This was Aberdeen’s second training camp for the same season. She never thought she’d ever experience a professional sports team’s training camp in her entire life, let alone two. But her life had taken a turn one year ago (thirteen months now, if we were really counting) when she met William at that bar and had slept with him. Everything she had experienced this year was…surreal, to say the least. And that was just in her personal life. Never mind her professional life.

Although the lines were blurred these days between her personal and professional life.

At Scotiabank Arena, she knew the entire team was on the ice a few floors below Brendan’s office. She knew Sheldon was putting them through drills, making them skate laps around the rink, shoot at the net – whatever they needed to do to feel like hockey players again. Whatever they needed to do to go all the way. Whatever they needed to do to win the Stanley Cup.

“Aberdeen,” she heard her name being called by Brendan. She shot up from her seat and made her way into his office. He looked up at her through his glasses as he continued to focus on his laptop screen. “Close the door behind you, please. And sit.”

Suddenly her nerves got the best of her. He never usually needed her to shut the door unless they were talking about something confidential. “Is everything okay?” she asked, sitting.

He sighed, taking off his glasses and laying them beside his laptop. He took a good look at her before he began speaking again. “Aberdeen, I’m going to ask you a serious question, and I need you to think about it before answering me.”

She gulped. “Okay…”

“Do you want to come into the bubble?”

She was shocked. He hadn’t spoken to her about the bubble yet, and on the first instance he did, he was asking her to go into it. This was a grand total of three days before the clubs had to submit the final list of the 52 personnel who would be going in, so she was sure she wasn’t being considered anyway. “Me?”

He nodded. “You’d fulfill roles for both Kyle and I, and you would be helping the content creator with the social media aspect of the bubble,” he explained. “But Kyle and I were speaking, and as we were going through the list of employees to bring, your name came up.”

“I…me?”

“You’re reliable. Your hard-working. We know you’re not going to break any rules. And fuck, there’s some extensive rules,” he picked up a heavy duotang, wagged it at her, before plopping it down on his desk again. “But it’s going to be tough going in there. Psychologically. It’s not going to be easy. Especially if we go all the way. And believe me…we want to go all the way,” he stressed. “That’s why I want you to think about it.”

***

“Brendan asked me to be in the bubble.”

Aberdeen and William had a bad habit of asking things or blurting things out after sex while they were lying in the bed, she with her tits out, trying to catch their breaths. When she looked over at him, his eyes were bulged out. “What?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “He wants me to fulfill my role and help the content creator with the social media aspect. But yeah…he wants me in there.”

Aberdeen didn’t know what she was expecting to hear from William, considering the information they already knew about the bubble and knowing that much more information was to come, but it definitely wasn’t a decisive, stern, “No.”

It was her turn to whip her head to look at him. “Excuse me?” she asked. “No?”

“No,” William shook his head. “I don’t want you in there, Aberdeen.”

Aberdeen furrowed her brows, not understanding why William was acting like this and saying these things. She shifted so she was propping herself up on her elbow. “William…I…what?”

“You…I…listen,” he began, sighing, “as much as I love you and as much as I’m gonna miss you when I’m quarantined in there, I don’t…I don’t know if I want you being in there. I don’t want you to experience that.”

“Why not?”

“We’ve already gotten the rules. We can’t be in each other’s rooms. Aberdeen, we can’t even speak in the elevators. It’s…I don’t know if I’d be able to do all that knowing you’re there too. But even more important than that, I don’t want you to risk anything. Your safety, your health.”

“Willy…” she cooed, bringing an arm up to drape around him. In turn, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, placing a quick kiss on her shoulder. “I know you want me to be safe, but I’ll be safe in there. If you’re safe, I’m safe in there too. What’s the difference?”

William continued to shake his head. “I don’t want you to have to go through, psychologically, what I’m gonna have to go through.”

She brought a hand between them to cup his face. “You don’t have to be the martyr here, Willy. It’s not like I want you to go through it either.”

William sighed, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She could feel his lips graze her skin on her neck and shoulder, but he stayed silent. He didn’t say another word.

***

July 12th, 2020

“I’ll do it.”

“You’ll do what?”

“I’ll come into the bubble.”

Brendan looked up from his desk, finally. He took off his glasses. “You’re sure about this?”

“Positive.”

“Because once you say yes you can’t back out. We have to submit the names to the NHL officially tomorrow. And once you’re in the Royal York, you can’t leave unless it’s a family emergency – death, birth of a child—”

“I know. I read the package,” she nodded her head. “I understand what I’m getting myself into. I’ll do it.”

***

July 16th, 2020

Aberdeen walked gingerly into the coffee shop Brendan had sent her to. In the middle of a pandemic. She understood cases were now fairly low in Ontario, but she was still apprehensive. People shouldn’t just be…going places. Walking into offices that weren’t their places of work or coffee shops that weren’t their regular coffee shops or grocery stores that weren’t their regular grocery stores. Places that they didn’t know. That they weren’t used to.

Yet here she was.

She stood at the door awkwardly. There were exactly three spaces for indoor dining when, in regular times, she knew there would be much more. At one table, a couple sat with masks on and coffees in front of them staring at their phones. At another, a girl who couldn’t have been older than here was sneakily taking a Snapchat selfie. At the third—

“Aberdeen Bloom?” the woman sitting at the table asked. Her eyes crinkled slightly, signaling to Aberdeen that she was smiling behind her mask. “Please, sit!” she motioned to the chair.

“Hi,” Aberdeen said awkwardly, extending her hand but then pulling it back violently before half bowing as a form of saying hello. She was so fucking awkward. She didn’t even know what this was for. “That’s me, Aberdeen Bloom. I’m Brendan Shanahan’s personal assistant. And your name is…”

“I’m Beth Zadakis, the major features editor of Toronto Life magazine.”

Aberdeen’s breath hitched in her throat. She was going to fucking kill Brendan. She was going to go back to the office and murder him in cold blood. “It’s so nice to meet you,” she said politely, thinking about the gold-plated envelope opener in Brendan’s desk she could use to stab him. “You’ll have to forgive me, but Brendan didn’t really give me any information about this…uh, meeting,” she said. “What is it that he needs from you? Or you from him?”

“Nothing, actually,” Beth’s eyes crinkled again. “It’s actually more so about you. Brendan tells me you’re a writer.”

Aberdeen gulped. “I’m definitely trying to be.”

“Have you submitted to us before?”

Aberdeen nodded. “Just to the memoirs section. I think it was Sandy who read my work, but it was ultimately rejected. At least, that’s who I got the email from.”

Beth nodded. “Sandy’s actually left to take a job with The Globe and Mail. And due to some promotions and transfers, there’s actually an opening for a contributing editor – it’s what we call our writers.”

Aberdeen knew very well what Toronto Life called their writers. She had dreamt of seeing her name on that list for years now. “Why…I mean—how do I factor into this?” she stuttered out.

“Brendan tells me you’re going into the NHL bubble.”

“I am.”

Beth leaned in slightly. “We’d like for you to write a feature for the magazine about life in the bubble. The hotel, the boys, the games – everything. Hockey in a pandemic. A full feature, anywhere between five to ten thousand words.”

Aberdeen’s body felt like it was on fire. She was sure her eyes were bulging out dramatically, but at this point, she didn’t care. “I can do that,” she said, nodding her head. “I can do that.”

“If you can pull it off, Aberdeen, you’ve got a job with the magazine.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest. “I can do it. I won’t let you down.”

Beth shifted slightly in her seat and took out a piece of paper. “I’m going to write you the name and contact information of my senior editor, Alec,” she said. “He’ll want to meet you and speak to you about the piece. But it’s a go, Aberdeen.”

***

“A major feature, minskatt?” William’s eyes lit up at the news Aberdeen had just shared, her giddiness and excitable energy rubbing off on him quickly. “That sounds important.”

“Is is important! It’s the longest feature of the magainze! Willy, it’s usually the cover!” she exclaimed. “The—the cover! Do you know how much of a big deal that is?!”

“I can tell from how much you’re freaking out about it,” he smiled. He reached to grab her hands and intertwined their fingers. He pushed them and crossed them at the small of her back before moving closer to her body and giving her a quick kiss. “Look at you, minskatt. I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, I haven’t written it yet.”

“Yeah, but you’ve shown me your writing. And it’s fantastic. So you’re gonna knock this one out of the park.”

Aberdeen knew how lucky she was to have someone like William in her life, always supporting her and always being her biggest cheerleader. While other people had told her to pursue other things, he was there encouraging her – the silent support she always wanted and needed. “I love you. D’you know that?” she asked tenderly, looking up at his big blue eyes.

He could only smile. “Not as much as I love you.”

She chuckled slightly. “You realize if I knock this out of the park, that means I become a contributing editor at the magazine. I become a writer. My dream. And that means I leave the Toronto Maple Leafs.”

“That means I can finally kiss you in public.”

Aberdeen smiled. It did mean he could finally kiss her in public. It meant a lot of things. They could finally be open with their relationship. They could go out on dates publicly. They could go out to dinner. She could bring him to San Remo Bakery. They could have picnics in the park. They could walk along the lake. They could post on Instagram about each other. She could finally have the name set as ‘William Nylander’ on her phone as opposed to ‘Head Empty’ (maybe she’d keep it that way). They could do so much. So so so much. “It would be bittersweet leaving…” she bit her lip. “I mean…I love my job, Will. I love all the guys.”

“Brendan wouldn’t have put you up for the job if he didn’t think it would be a great opportunity for you,” he shrugged his shoulders. “The guys would miss you but they know you want to become a writer.”

“But what if I can’t deliver?”

William shook his head. “Brendan wouldn’t have put you up for the job if he didn’t think you’d be able to deliver, either, minskatt,” he said. “I know you can do it. We all do.”

***

July 17th, 2020

“You must be Aberdeen Bloom,” Alec Young said with no hint of any emotion in his voice as Aberdeen stood in the doorway of his large, expansive office. As per COVID-19 protocols, there were very few people in, but apparently Alec was important enough to be in the offices working instead of working from home. She imagined he had piles and piles of articles to edit for future issues. She was surprised he even had time for her – granted, it was a quick lunchtime visit, but still.

“Yes sir, that’s me,” she nodded quickly, clutching her purse handles in her hands.

“Beth tells me you’re going to be writing a feature for us, possibly,” he said. “About the NHL bubble.”

“That’s the plan, sir, yes.”

He eyed her. “Sit. And close the door behind you.”

Aberdeen did as she was told, sitting in the plush chair more than six feet away from his desk – his office was that big. She settled in but he made her wait as he typed away furiously into his laptop before he finally stopped and turned towards her. “She told you the length?”

“Yes. 5,000-10,000 words.”

“And what we’re looking for?”

Aberdeen furrowed her brows slightly. “I…I assume about life in the bubble. Playing professional sports during a pandemic,” she said.

That was when he smiled. “No Miss Bloom. We’re looking for…more.”

“More?”

He clasped his hands together on his desk. “We know what hockey players are like, Miss Bloom. You’ve been working for the team for about a year now, right? I’m sure you’ve seen the shenanigans they get up to.”

“Shenanigans?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. The booze, the drugs, the women. They’re professional athletes,” he said. Aberdeen thought back to a hotel visit in Calgary where she found Mitch Marner and Jake Muzzin playing mini-sticks in the hotel hallway like they were a peewee team on their first-ever road trip; she also thought back to the snowball fight a bunch of them had in Montreal where they were giggling like schoolgirls while also deliberately aiming for each other’s nuts. If Alec only knew. “That’s what you’re covering for us. The shenanigans. Sneaking women into the bubble, the fights, the booze – everything.”

“I…” she began to protest, not knowing which words should come out of her mouth first. “They’re…they’re nothing like that anymore. They’re just not,” she said. Alec looked unconvinced. “These are guys that are bringing their gaming consoles into their rooms at the Royal York. They’re worried about the wifi being too weak when everyone’s gaming that it’s gonna lag or something. They’re not sneaking in women—and drugs? I don’t even know where to—”

“Listen,” Alec said firmly, holding his hand up to get her to stop talking. “Either you get us the scoop, or you don’t. If you get it, you have a job here, and the guarantee that your article will be on our cover and be front page on the magazine racks and newsstands. If you don’t get the scoop, you don’t get the job. It’s up to you.”

Aberdeen thought back to when Mike Babcock got fired. She thought back to getting called by Brendan late at night and less than an hour and a half later she was on the MLSE private jet. She thought back to just before going into the locker room, and what Kyle had said to her. “You know Aberdeen, Brendan trusts you.” She thought back to what he said after he thanked her for not leaking the information. “You could have sold that information to any newspaper or reporter and they would have offered you a job. But you didn’t.”

She remembered what she told him. “I would never burn this bridge. I’d never sell Brendan or the team out like that for personal gain.”

And then, what Kyle followed up with. “This city is rife with opportunity for people who take advantage of others. But you’re not like that – at least yet.”

That was before everything. Before she had sex with William. Before she carried on a secret relationship with him behind everyone’s back. Before she started lying to everybody. Had she changed? Was she a person, now, who would take advantage of others? Would she take advantage of the organization that had given her so much for her dream job in writing? Was she that person? A person who would lie to get what she wanted? Fabricate entire stories just to secure a dream job?

The answer, to her, was immediate.

No.

But she looked at Alec. “I understand,” she said instead.

He smiled. “Good.”

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ryvgvji · 4 years ago

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heyy can i request sfw letters A, K, Q, S and nsfw A, C, P, Q, X for sakusa, osamu and hyunjin(skz) im sry if its a bit weird putting them all tgt hehe

sure thing, it’s no biggie :) hope you enjoy

(apologies for any grammar errors. i am sorry that this took so long, i hope that didn’t bother you :). )

Characters/People: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Osamu Miya, Hwang Hyunjin(skz)

Sakusa:

A = Admiration Sakusa admires your determination. he loves when his s/o has their head on there shoulders and know what they won’t to do in life, being that he is a so called realist as he would say. he would talk to them about their ambitions and dreams, listening to them ramble on and on about what they wanna accomplish. he finds it interesting and quite cute even though he won’t say it to them. he would 100% support and help them.

K = Kiss Sakusa likes to kiss his s/o on their forehead. he’s giving me that kinda vibe, as well as cheek. he is tall after all so i feel like he would kiss you there for that reason as well. he like how simple the action is yet shows so much feeling whenever he does it. the way that he would kiss his s/o would be very gentle but yet lovingly. he would do at the most unexpected times. he’d just hook his finger under their chin tilting their head up and lean down placing a soft kiss onto their own.

Q = Quarrels i don’t think he would really argue back, he’d just stand there in listen, of course judging them with his eyes. the reason for this argument would probably be over him being petty. the argument would be finish within 10 minutes because of his s/o getting fed up and walking away but the tension would carry on to two days. he would apologize by text and in person once again. he’d show up to their door asking for their forgiveness and tell them he’s sorry.

S = Sad when their s/o is sad he would usually ask them what’s happen and if they wanna talk. but for the most part he would just be there with them and keep them company while they cuddle up close to him, waiting until they are ready to talk. when he is sad, the best way to cheer him up would be buy him Umeboshi (basically a fruit related to the apricot) and surprise him with a warm bath. always gets him every time. if that’s what he’s really up for, show him affection and that you are there for him. tell him you love him.

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A = Aftercare during aftercare he’d try his best to very quick yet so delicate. he makes sure to shower himself and his partner. after that long session and being covered in fluid along with sweat he for sure wants that off of him quickly. he’d dress his partner first so that they could go to sleep then quickly join them in bed after he changed the bedsheets.

C = Cum Sakusa’s cum would be more liquidity side but still sticky and white. it usually shoots out in short stings but can be long depending on how hard he’s been. he like to cum in his partner’s mouth or along their tits, somewhere where it wouldn’t be such a mess or hassle to clean later on. he likes to see their swollen lips wrapped around him as he ejaculates down their throat. it turns him on to the max.

P = Pace i firmly believe that Sakusa would be very slow and deep. i could just see him having his partners legs on his shoulder as his hips slams down against their thighs. he rolls his hips into them, pulling out slightly before slamming back into cause their eyes to roll. but he could always be rough and fast if he wants to. when he’s been needy all day, for sure he would rearrange their guts.

Q = Quickie Sakusa view on quickies is that he don’t mind them but wouldn’t do it often. he doesn’t get horny that easy so he wouldn’t do it that much. and if he is, he’d probably most likely wait until both him and his partner are in private. he wouldn’t wanna risk get caught by someone if he were to fuck you in the bathroom or dressing room of a store. he might do it, once, twice or maybe about five times if his s/o really beg him to. and that’s a lot of work. obviously he won’t be able to hold back any longer with the way they’re touching on him like that, so he will gladly give them what you want.

X = X-ray i would say that i think Sakusa’s length would 5.7 when soft and 6.6 when it’s erected. as for width, he a little thickness, but not a lot. it has a slight curve going upwards that would almost instantly hit that spot when he enters inside. it would be so hard to not come to fast, the pleasure.

Osamu:

A = Admiration Osamu admires your optimism. they always see the best in things. they never doubt yourself or anyone around them. they believe in people and the pros of every situation. there is never a time where they would be negative about a something, always positive. always that positive and good energy radars from them even in the worst of time and cheers everyone up around them. he absolutely loves that about them and tells them that every day.

K = Kiss he likes to kiss his partner on their lips and possibly on their temple as well. he likes the way the lips feel against his. he like the intimate gesture that it shows. he’d kiss them whenever he feels like it. at home, out on a date, at work- okay maybe not at work but he’d kiss them as he likes. he kiss their temple when they are cuddled up or hugging each other. he kisses that area in an indication that he’s there for them always and for comfort. he’s always available. he’s never busy for his s/o, just call him and he will be there right away.

Q = Quarrels he’d be the be quiet at first and then once he’s had enough he would argue back. the cause for the argument would probably be him getting mad over Atsuma flirting with them. it would go on for an hour with insults being thrown back and forth, and the tension between each other would go on for as long as he would handle, probably till late night or bed time. his way of apologizing would include him sitting on the bed and saying that he was wrong for what he did, and he shouldn’t have acted that way. he’d embrace them in a hug and kiss their temple.

S = Sad when his s/o is sad he would buy food for the both of them and share. he’d curl up in a blanket with them and eat as they talk out their feelings. Osamu would listen, comforting and offering a shoulder to cry on. he will not move until they’re better. when he isn’t in the best of moods, the best thing to do is surprise him with food and watch a movie. nothing makes him happier than his s/o by his while he eats delicious food and watch a great movie. that’s always the best day of his life.

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A = Aftercare aftercare with Osamu would be like heaven. he’d take his time to make his someone feel at peace and relaxed. running a bath and giving them a massage. absolute best. he’d then get them dressed and ready for bed. then doing the same and cuddling up to them.

C = Cum Osamu’s cum would be white and creamy as it shoots out at a fast pace. it could sometimes be sticky. he’d prefers to cum on his someone’s stomach. he enjoys watching the way they tremble with their chest heaving up and down as he ejaculates on them. it’s such an amazing sight to see.

P = Pace Osamu would start off slow then gradually speed up. he’d the the same spot over and over again, having his partner’s legs shaking. he’d lean down nuzzling his head in the crook of their neck as he slams into them at an angle that makes their heads loll back. once he feels them about to cum, he will lean back on his heels, pull their hips of the bed and fuck then until the cum all over his dick.

Q = Quickie he does mind at all. Osamu is down to do whatever they wanna do. from going down on his s/o in the locker room, to fucking them while at a family gathering. he’s down for whatever his baby wants.

X = X-ray i feel like he, he’s a solid 7. erected and not. the width would be about 3-4 inches not too big but enough to feel the stretch. it curves a bit to the right and is fully circumcised.

Hyunjin:

A = Admiration Hyunjin love the fact that you light up the room everytime you walk in. anytime that you come to visit him at dance practice or at the dorms, the boys would always be happy to see you. there’s never a time where you fail to put a smile on his face. he is absolutely in love with everything about you.

K = Kiss Hyunjin enjoys kissing on your neck. he like to lean in and just leave soft kiss trails up to your ear. which is you absolute weakness. he loves the smell of your perfume everytime he nuzzled close to you. it’s the best scent ever. when y’all are cuddling he would pull you close to his chest and kiss up and down your neck while having his arms wrapped around your waist.

Q = Quarrels an argument would probably be based around his well-being. you are always telling him that your worried about his physical and mental health. you constantly encourage him to not care about what people say, and focus on himself, but of course what they say can still get to him. then he would be like your overreacting and your acting like his mom, you fricken lose it on him. the argurment probably lasts like 20 mins, 30 tops if he argues back. when it’s time to apologize, he usually looks you in the eyes while hand your hands and saying that he’s sorry for not listening and calling you his mother and he will try to be better.

S = Sad when your sadness takes over, he’s immediately by your side to cheer you up. he lay with you as you talk your problems out. he hugs you tight telling you that you are important and you mean everything to him. a big sweetheart. when he’s sad the best thing to do is make him smile. it’s completely hard for him not to smile around you period. you light up his world. as a little extra, buy the baby some sushi. he will be extremely happy about it.

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A = Aftercare aftercare with Hyunjin is very lazy. after you guys came down from cloud nine, he has his arms wrapped around you as he pulls your back to his chest panting heavily. his voice groggy tells you how amazing you were and massages your hips to calm you down. after 20 minutes are so, he’d finally get out of bed dragging you both to the bathroom to wash off. he’s help you wash up and rinse your body very softly. when you’re both done, you both get dress and cuddle and talk till you fall asleep

C = Cum Hyunjin’s cum would be slightly clear and thick. it shoots out in long strings and is sticky. Hyunjin probably prefers to cum on you chest and stomach, it always his go to place. if he’d feeling hot, he just might cum on your face, only if you allow him to.

P = Pace Hyunjin’s pace of a very steady and slow pace. he will have your legs wrapped around him as he pulls out half way and push back in, hitting that spot so precisely. your legs would be shaking, eyes rolled back and your body clinging on to his for dear life.

Q = Quickie not the biggest fan on quickies honestly. but if you had offered to suck him off in the dance room when the boys aren’t there, who is he to say no to that. he would be hesitant because he wouldn’t want to be caught and get in trouble. tell him how much you want to do this and he’s instantly taking his pants off.

X = X-ray Hyunjin is probably at best 7 inches and slim. the shaft isn’t that big but the tip makes up for it. it kinda curves upward close to the tip and has a big of foreskin.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu reactions #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu sakusa #anime haikyuu #haikyuu alphabet #haikyuu smut #kpop stray kids #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #skz hyunjin #hyunjin headcanons #hyunjin smut

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theriveroflight · 3 years ago

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Miraculous Ladybug Genfic Masterpost

Masterpost of all my ML Genfics. Sorted chronologically.

Format:

Summary

All fics under cut.

everything the darkness stole | T | 1660 | 1/1 | surrender to Hawk Moth | 7/29/2019

“So,” Hawk Moth says, “now that he’s out of the way, I have a proposition for you. You’re smart, you’re the brains out of the two of you-”

“That’s incorrect, but go on - I want to hear what you have to say to me.” She’s standing up straight, and though she isn’t taller than him, she hopes she can exude enough confidence to match him in spirit.

“I’m doing this for my wife.” She almost falters with the confident facade. “The two miraculouses give you a wish, and I would use that wish to bring back my wife.”

“You spent all that time terrorizing Paris...just to revive your dead wife.”

“She isn’t dead. Coma. The hospital wouldn’t keep her, so I have a setup here that keeps her alive.”

“How?”

“Let’s just say that the miraculous can cause more pain than it’s worth, Ladybug.”

“I’ll help you.” She finds the words unexpected, but not incorrect. “I won’t give you my miraculous right now, but I’ll help you get Chat’s through diplomacy. On a few conditions, though.”

don’t believe what you hear about me | T | 1056 | 1/1 | Forcibly Outed | Bad Things Happen Bingo | 11/13/2019

"New Pictures Revealed: Is Adrien Agreste Bi?" Adrien grumbles as he reads the headline. "I'm not bi, whoever said that had the wrong information," he mutters.

if we’re meant to (i’ll meet you there) | G | 1173 | 1/1 | Half-Reveal | 11/16/2019

So you'll go your way And I'll go mine And if we're meant to, I'll meet you there We can't speed up the hands of time, But if we're meant to I'll meet you there - 5 Seconds of Summer, "Meet You There"

see me in hindsight (burn it down) | G | 1602 | 1/1 | sequel to “if we’re meant to (i’ll meet you there)” | 11/30/2019

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams of our past - Taylor Swift, "Wildest Dreams"

Raspberry & Chocolate (Odd But True) | T | 1375 | 1/1 | queerplatonic Max/Alix | 12/3/2019

“Though your love may not be romantic, it is still true. So raspberry and chocolate, odd but just for you!” Andre served their ice creams with gusto, portraying his enthusiasm as he scooped the ice cream.

The two of them exchanged a look. Alix was still a bit confused, so Max took the ice cream.

sing for revolution, sing for hope | T | 5709 | 5/5 | dystopia AU | 12/17/2019-3/23/2020

The Peacock creates monsters. Creates monsters from the anger and frustration at this broken world. The monsters just break it more.

However, to defeat the monsters, a triad emerged.

The Horse, the Ladybug, and the Dragon.

Red and Gold | G | 698 | 1/1 | connecting with heritage | 1/25/2020

It's Chinese New Year!

paralyzed | G | 289 | 1/1 | Nooroo angst | MF Character Appreciation Month 2020 | 2/12/2020

I don’t wanna wake It’s more than I can take Trying to escape But there’s no way out There’s no one left to blame Nothing left to say…

changing my face (calling it fashion) | T | 2581 | 1/1 | characters reading fanfic | International Fanworks Day | 2/15/2020

Adrien sighs as he hits refresh on the page. He refreshes on a daily basis. It feels weird to see his civilian self in this category - he's seen a couple fanfictions centered around his civilian self, and it used to make him uncomfortable, and then Ladynoir was born.

Or, a commentary on the nature of RPF -- based in the Miraculous Ladybug Universe.

everybody wants somebody (except me) | T | 1385 | assumed relationships | Arospec Fanworks Week | 2/17/2020

5 times where Alix and Max are thought to be in a romantic relationship by someone, and one where someone doesn't.

Drafts & Drabbles: ML Discord CAM | T | 2910 | 6/6 | various relationships | MF Character Appreciation Month 2020 | 2/29/2020

All the short drabbles I wrote and never published on AO3 throughout the month for various reasons, from length to unfinished-ness to disliking it.

Forgetting Animosity | T | 1502 | 1/1 | enemies to friends pre-ship DJWifi | MF AU April 2020 Exchange | 4/30/2020

When locked in a cage with someone else, you either become very well acquainted with each other...or come out with utter loathing between you.

(A divergence from Animan, though it focuses on the events of Oblivio.)

like a stricken bird | T | 1083 | 1/1 | aromantic Adrien | 5/23/2020

He's supposed to feel happy, right? Triumphant? Like he was getting what he wanted?

reaching the south | T | 1142 | 1/1 | sequel to previous fic | 5/31/2020

It is tomorrow, and it is rapidly approaching night.

(Or: Ladybug and Chat Noir get to talk.)

of learning and acceptance (should’ve raised a baby girl) | T | 2031 | 1/1 | trans!offspring | 6/5/2020

Marinette gets her dream life. Two sons, one daughter. Everything is perfect, right?

Not for the middle child, Louis. Being a son feels like a prison.

Marinette has two daughters and a son. Yes.

madamoiselle francaise et le prince de crève-cœur | T | 1284 | 1/1 | platonic Adrinette | MF Love Square event | 6/7/2020

And I'll never let you go/Cause I know this is a fight/That someday we're gonna win!

Marinette and Adrien against the world -- or at least Lila.

Support | T | 2489 | 1/1 | runaway Ladybug | 6/8/2020

Paris saves one of its saviors.

Divided and Conquering | G | 600 | 1/1 | dialogue-only akuma attack | 7/1/2020

A literal giant wall in the middle of Paris, made by an akuma called Divider, is a pain in the neck for Ladybug and Chat Noir.

there’s no sacrifice that i won’t make | T | 3923 | 1/1 | canon-based dystopia AU | 8/1/2020

An election goes slightly differently, and everything changes.

Reflection | T | 1271 | 1/1 | Marinette Go to Therapy Challenge | MF Fulfil a Prompt Challenge | 9/28/2020

Mirror mirror, why won't you let me hide from me?

Marinette does not punch a mirror.

legacy (planting seeds in a garden) | G | 1036 | 1/1 | Marinette passes down the Miraculous | 11/1/2020

Inheritance is a funny thing.

Of Costumes and Trickery | T | 2088 | 1/1 | Lilademption | Post-Halloween Challenge Response | 11/8/2020

They didn't do it on purpose, okay?

For Master_Spoilers's Post-Halloween Doppleganger Challenge.

A Herculean Effort | G | 2164 | 1/1 | Gabriel redemption | MF Anniversary Fic Giveaway | 11/14/2020

Gabriel says yes to Adrien once. It has some unexpected consequences.

young and reckless | G | 1027 | 1/1 | Ladynoir bonding | Spin the Record Challenge | 11/15/2020

Brothers and sisters, put this record down: Take my advice, cause we are bad news

carry on (we’re almost there) | T | 1561 | 1/1 | Uncle Jagged | MF Anniversary Fic Giveaway | 11/28/2020

How long can it take to meet someone?

generosity | G | 3416 | 1/1 | Class friendship | MF Advent Calendar Challenge | 12/16/2020

Marinette organizes a Secret Santa for the class (and friends, without Lila).

loose bolt of a complete machine | T | 1356 | 1/1 | aromantic Marinette | 12/24/2020

Marinette chases the mythical spark.

the courage of my convictions | T | 1125 | 1/1 | time travel | MF Advent Calendar Challenge | 12/25/2020

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

the truth of a thousand lies | T | 1257 | 1/1 | arospec Adrinette | 12/31/2020

The walls between them are more than just identity here.

Marinette falls in love with a boy who offers her kindness, yes, but she also falls in love with a boy who she knows will never reciprocate.

Adrien falls in love with a girl that is commanding and strong, yes, but he also falls in love with a girl that he thought loved him too.

missing link (on the brink of destruction) | T | 1117 | 1/1 | aromantic Alix | 1/9/2021

Alix aspires more than anything to be a rebel.

don’t believe the hype | G | 1782 | 1/1 | anti-soulmate soulmate AU | 2/5/2021

Tikki and Plagg never liked the idea of soulmates.

But they never had a pair that agreed with them on the subject until Adrien and Marinette came.

weak without a sword (stronger) | T | 2780 | 2/3 | akumanette + kwami swap AU | 2/8/2021

Luka knows that everyone has emotions. And Marinette has been strong for so long.

A Piece of the Puzzle | T | 3654 | 3/26 | monster hunter AU | March of the Monsters | 3/4/2021

When Adrien turns 18, he unlocks a gift left for him by his mother. Turns out the Graham de Vanilys have a lot of secrets.

as once I wept (if I could weep) | G | 412 | 1/1 | grief | @miraculousfanworks 500 followers celebration | 3/5/2021

I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not: It is enough for me to prove That what I [loved], and long must love, Like common earth can rot; To me there needs no stone to tell, [It] is Nothing that I [loved] so well.

- "And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair", Lord Byron

no one is as lucky as us | G | 2118 | 1/1 | coffee | 3/13/2021

He isn't often the one showing Ladybug new things.

Bet On It | T | 1623 | 1/1 | platonic golden trio | miraculousfanworks 500 followers celebration | 3/28/2021

Five times Kim won a bet, and one he lost.

the friends we’ve buried (keep us up at night) | T | 1864 | 1/1 | time manipulation | artist/writer collab event | 3/31/2021

The universe is being threatened. Bunnyx has to get someone to save it, right?

climb back up | T | 4251 | 1/5 | sequel to fall from grace | 4/7/2021

Adrien wakes up in the hospital, feeling like a failure. He couldn't save Ladybug, pull her out of the madness. He couldn't even get himself out of the way right.

Ladybug is stranded somewhere in the Alps, trying to find her way back to civilization and hold onto what she has left of her mental health.

There's only one way to go from rock bottom -- but the climb is long and hard.

Taking Flight | T | 2120 | 1/1 | gender identity and coming out | 4/17/2021

Jess still wasn't quite honest when they went out as Eagle. They're not what everyone says they are, their desire to retain their heritage and their gender aren't mutually exclusive.

apathetic | T | 2005 | 1/1 | akuma attack | LBSC Sprint Fic Challenge | 5/5/2021

Everything is just so tiring...she needs rest...if she just closes her eyes for a moment, everything will be fine.

strike us like matches | T | 2733 | 1/1 | one-sided reveal | Spin the Record Challenge | 6/12/2021

Everyone deserves the flames

But it’s such a shame, such a shame...

Welcome to Witchcraft | G | 1270 | 1/1 | girl squad coven | LBSC Sprint Fic Challenge | 6/15/2021

Alya's new to Paris. She doesn't know the Underground yet.

double drabble #1 | G | 200 | 1/1 | queerplatonic lukanette | Valentines giveaway | 3/2/2021

Marinette finds some things out about herself, and talks to Luka about them.

double drabble #2 | G | 200 | 1/1 | platonic Ladynoir | Valentines giveaway | 2/28/2021

A peek into an akuma attack.

for all of the things i’ve done (all these years) | G | 942 | 1/1 | Chlodemption ft. Zoe | @miraculousfanworks Snippet July | 7/27/2021

For all of the innocent things that I doubt...

there is no beat, no melody | T | 1020 | 1/1 | post-Shadow Moth defeat Adrien & Nathalie | Booster Prompt | 7/31/2021

The day after Adrien Agreste's world turns upside down, he is sitting beside a hospital bed.

midnight revelations | G | 1022 | 1/1 | post-Chat Blanc hurt/comfort | Lucky Charm Zine Volume 1 | 8/8/2021

Ladybug takes a deep breath. She has something important she needs to say.

we’re so young (but still there’s so much left to lose) | T | 1734 | 1/1 | pre-S4 Ladynoir hurt/comfort | MLF August 2021 Exchange | 8/13/2021

“What was he thinking when he chose us?” Chat asks, looking up at the clouds above them.

“He was younger when the Temple fell,” she answers. “He probably thinks it’s normal for kids to be expected to save the world.”

Because that’s what they are.

“Right.” He frowns.

you must like me for me | G | 1473 | 1/1 | Zoé bonding with the girls | Booster Prompt | 8/31/2021

Zoé's first "girls night."

(Or: acceptance, friendship, moving to a new city, and more.)

Gravitational Forces | T | 1352 | 1/1 | Akuma battle | Booster Prompt | 9/22/2021

"Are you sure?" he asks, one more time.

"I trust you," she answers.

your secret’s out (it isn’t even a good one) | G | 1575 | 1/1 | Public identity reveal | Spin the Record | 10/28/2021

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But we never stood a chance and I'm not sure if it matters

man’s best friend (the naming of dogs remix) | T | 2134 | 1/1 | Chat Blanc | MLF Darktober 2021 | 10/31/2021

Kenzie was a good girl.

And then its owners were gone, and then it had to survive.

And then another human found it. A strange human that reminded it of a cat, strangely enough.

break you like a bad addiction | G | 1131 | 1/1 | Lukanette platonic reconciliation | LBSC Sprint Fic Challenge | 10/31/2021

Parties are fun! Except when you're Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and parties are always at your ex-boyfriend's place.

when I fail (you’ll still be here) | G | 2721 | 1/1 | Ladynoir conflict resolution, aro Adrien | MLF Anniversary 2021 | 11/14/2021

A few dates here and there make Adrien question. What exactly does he feel for Ladybug, and why is she doing this now?

Contractual Obligations | T | 1093 | 1/1 | Clara Nightingale post-Hawk Moth defeat | MLF Anniversary 2021 | 12/05/2021

Everyone is scrambling to flee the sinking ship that is Gabriel Agreste's company, but one young designer stands out among the rest.

maybe it’s too late for the old me (but not for him) | T | 1234 | 1/6 | aged-up Juleka and Marinette adopt Adrien | Julenette Week 2021 | 12/8/2021

The story of how Marinette, an entrepreneur and also magical vigilante, accidentally (not legally) adopts a teenage catboy (and gets a girlfriend along the way).

five times adrien called his father “papa” & one time gabriel called adrien “son” | T | 2919 | 1/1 | antiheroswap AU | MLF Secret Santa | 1/5/2022

Or: Gabriel is an alright person, but struggles to become an alright father. With the help of his superhero partner/totally not son, he gets better.

Oh, and in the background Chat Noir is falling in love with the supervillain.

walking in the night | T | 1140 | 1/1 | Catwalker sticks around AU | Purple Noir Week 2022 | 1/31/2022

Catwalker sticks around just a little longer, long enough to meet the other heroes.

Juleka knows something's off, but she doesn't have the context to place it.

for the sake of niceties | T | 1039 | 1/1 | Post-NY Special | MLF Rarepair Month | 2/3/2022

Caline only agrees to meet him at D's insistence.

clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere | G | 1068 | 1/1 | Shenanigans | Purple Noir Week 2022 + MLBCNY | 2/6/2022

When Chat Noir and Purple Tigress, on patrol together, visit Marinette, they get more than they bargained for.

and now for something completely different | T | 1025 | 1/1 | Kwami Swap AU | MLF Rarepair Month | 2/10/2022

Marc and Juleka are friends-and-partners, no matter how much people assume.

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #genfic #masterpost #masterriver #my writing

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queeniecamps · 5 years ago

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I was gonna draw these last in the lineup, but I was a big dumb and decided fuUuUuUuck that noise!! I wanna draw foxy cultists and counselors!!

(info below!!)

Jennfier (Jen) Gonzales (Age 51):

Jen lives her life in an upscale penthouse in the big city, drowning herself in riches, diamonds, and all the finest luxuries a gal can endure. She’s a business lady, what business you might ask? Well it’s none of yours. Whatever it is, it’s earned her quite the reputation that leaves little competition, if you catch my drift...

On and off again, she’d date Daniel. They’re currently off in the relationship rn, but wait til she gets bored or needs affection, he’ll be right back to her. She’s not quite ready to settle down, but a lady has needs ;*

Daniel Whitemarsh (Age 50):

After the events in Camp Loser Says What, Daniel’s rage against Max is fueled once again, realizing he had fallen into the little brat’s trap. He spent years in hiding afterwards once the cops were hot on his trail, though.

Daniel had laid low for a good 7-8 years before he decided to finally make his return, aiming to find the brat that had been causing him all this trouble, in the hopes he’d had forgotten about him. Finding out where Max was studying at a small community college, Daniel began his little mind game, slowly driving Max over the edge, but Max would always brush it off, thinking it was his head playing tricks on him due to the stress of school.

In order to make his “big debut,” Daniel decided to get his name back out there, landing him on the front page of the paper with a big ol warning, and leading the now-adult Max to devote his life to taking Daniel down once and for all.

David Greenwood (Age 50):

Around his mid-late 30s, once Cameron was finally granted freedom from community service at the end of that summer, David learned the truth of Jasper’s death. He’d hit an emotional rock bottom, leading him to a depressive state over the fall-spring.

It wasn’t til he made it back onto the campgrounds that he was able to confront the explosion site, allowing him to finally mourn and accept the loss of his childhood friend.

In his honor, David retitled the “Best Camper award” to the “Jasper Mclean award”, as well as a memorial plaque placed on Spooky Island for him (which, if you ask David, it should’ve been renamed to “Jasper’s Island”, but that’s a working title)

Gwendoline (Gwen) Santos (Age 51):

Gwen had spent the last few decades working on her career, now, as an author, Gwen writes books constantly over the summer while she works at Camp Campbell (because I can’t fucking say “oh, she left” because I don’t wanna!! deal with it!!)

Over the years, her confidence has built up tremendously, thanks to her spouse and family. (who she’s married to is 100% up to y’all, could be David, could be an oc. who knows!!)

Mwack #5 (Age ??):

A little bit of monica- *is shot on sight*

QM and Cameron (not pictured):

Cam’s probs dead. QM is probably alive but literally the EXACT SAME. I don’t wanna draw him plea s e don’t make me draw him I gotta get up at like 6AM :(((

#i don't /wanna/ say 'oh yeah. it's david' bc I don't want TOO many ships in this au #or 2 ruin their dynamic for those who don't ship them #death m #murder m #ask to tag #queenie draws #camp camp #cc next gen #jen #jen cc #daniel #daniel cc #david #david cc #gwen #gwen cc #danjen

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sassyduckqueen · 5 years ago

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30 Days of Lukanette- Wings/Flight

So I rewatched Reverser and this came from it. Also making Viperion mean wasn’t easy but luckily, it’s not permanent and Lila is offically helping Hawkmoth. I promised she would take a more villainous role and this is just the beginning. I do intent for Luka to be the one to expose her though

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"Watch out!" Viperion yelled, jumping across the scene and pushed Alya down to the ground. She blushed as he looked to the side and threw his Lyre, knocking the villain down before catching it like a boomerang before helping her up. She dusted herself down before grinning.

"Thanks, Snek boi," She grinned before jumping up and hitting the pigeons out of the sky.

"Try and keep out of trouble, Alya" He grinned, causing her to gasp and fluster over him calling her by her first name. Mr Pigeon got back up and whistled for his birds to attack Viperion, causing him to back flip out of the way. "Man, I hate this guy!"

"You and me both, Danger Noodle! Aaachoooo!" Cat Noir sneezes before frowning as he wiped his nose. "Bug-a-boo! Hot stuff! You got any ideas? He seems more determined this time! Aaahchooooo!"

"We're a little busy right now, Kitty!" Ladybug gasped as she and Ryuko were surrounded by hundreds of birds. "Luck- oh no! That's mine!"

She tried to grab the pigeon that had grabbed her yoyo as Ryuko hit them continuously with her sword. Cat Noir kept sneezing and Viperion rolled his eyes. They needed to end this quickly.

"Capture that sneezy kitty-cat my darlings!" Mr Pigeon determined, only for Viperion to throw his lyre again, knocking them out the way.

"Don't you know snakes like me eat birds for breakfast!" He growled before throwing his lyre straight at Mr Pigeon's chest, knocking him back and jumping at him. He grabbed hold of his whistle and threw it it towards Cat Noir. "Cat, now!"

"Cataclysm!" He yelled, catching it before sneezing as it turned to dust. The bird dropped the yoyo and Ladybug used it to purify the akuma. Luckily, there had been no real damage to Paris as Mr Pigeon was a minor threat. The four of them fist bumped before Ladybug looked at Viperion and smiled.

"Great work, Viperion. You too, Ryuko and Cat," She smiled as her earring beeped. "Sorry. Gotta go! Bug out!"

"Ladybug! Wait!" Alya gasped but she disappeared into the Paris skyline. "Viperion! Can I have an interview for The Ladyblog?!"

"Sorry. I gotta go. I'm almost out of time," He replied before jumping up into the Paris skyline as Ryuko and Cat Noir ran off to. He made his way to an alleyway before detransforming and giving Sass some cake. He looked at his watch. "You good, Sass?"

"Yep," The little snake smiled before slipping into Luka's hood. "Let's go!"

"Alright! Movie time!" He grinned before running as fast as he could to the cinema. Marinette and her friends had arranged a movie day and to his surprise, he had been invited. He couldn't help but smile as since he had become friends with her, his life had dramatically improved. Not only had he become a superhero but he had friends. Since he was home educated, it was hard to make friends. Sure, it was his own choice but there was a price to pay. He jumped over several things and took a few shortcuts he had learnt as Viperion before he made it to the cinema. Alya and Marinette were waiting outside as he walked over. Marinette smiled and waved at him, causing him to wave back as Alya gushed over Viperion. If only she knew.

"Oh my god, Marinette! Like, I know I'm with Nino but Viperion is so hot and he's really well toned!"

"Hey, girls," Luka smiled as Alya sighed dreamily again. Marinette smiled as he gave her a hug. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek as Adrien arrived with Nino and Kagami. Luka did the guys' secret handshake with both of them before chuckling softly as Nino tried to get Alya out of her day dream. "Sorry, Nino. I think Viperion has captured the heart of your girl,"

"Seems she has a thing for reptiles, man. She has a crush on Carapace too," He laughed, causing everyone to laugh.

"Hey, you have a crush on Ryuko and Rena Rouge," Alya grinned. "So do you have a superhero crush, Luka?"

"Well, if I had to choose, it would be probably be Ladybug," He smiled, glancing a little at Marinette, who had gone slightly red.

"Well, we all know Marinette has a crush on Viperion!" Alya grinned, knocking her slightly with her elbow. "Not that I can blame her!"

"Come on, guys. Cat Noir is pretty cool," Adrien grinned.

"I quite like the cat," Kagami piped up, making everyone laugh before they all headed in. Luka gently took Marinette's hand, making her blush more as they waited. As friends, their circle was growing but as heroes, they were even better. Ladybug had set up a meeting between the heroes and gave them all the option of knowing each other's identities since she, Ryuko and Viperion knew quite a few of them. Cat Noir actually chose not to know, which had surprised Luka but he was happy that she had put it out there, even thanking her. His reason was because in case, he got akumatized. If he knew their identities and got akumatized, their families and friends would be in danger as well as themselves. Luka respected his answer. Since finding out everyone's identities, he had to take extra care not to be too emotional. Ryuko had revealed she and Cat knew each others' identities but she didn't want to know Ladybug's for the same reasons. Ladybug was the more important member of the miraculous team and they had to protect her at all cost. Rena, Carapace, Pegasus and King Monkey all agreed they'd rather not know since they were only part time members and were more prone to been an akuma then the full time heroes. Ultimately, Ladybug respected their choices but told them if they changed their mind to let her know. Ryuko and Cat Noir also revealed they were dating, much to Ladybug's delight. Luka, on the other hand, wasn't sure what he would call the relationship he had with Marinette. He'd guess more then friends but less then lovers. He hoped to change that at some point but he also wasn't in a rush. He liked the time he had with Marinette.

"Hey guys," A red haired boy smiled as he walked over with Rose, Juleka, Ivan and Melene. Marinette waved back as Luka ruffled Juleka's hair and patted Rose's head, getting a little smile off her.

"Hey, isn't Marc with you?" Marinette asked, looking around as she was sure they invited him as well.

"Oh, he's just grabbing some stuff from the art room at school. He shouldn't be too long," He smiled before noticing Luka as he clapped hands with Ivan "Hey, I don't think we've met yet but I'm Nathaniel,"

"Luka," He smiled, taking the hand that Nathaniel held out and shook it.

"Oh, you're Juleka's big brother right? Those three are always talking about you in the Art Group," He smiled, pointing over to Rose, Juleka and Marinette. Marinette smiled as Rose beamed and Juleka blushed and muttered something, causing Luka to laugh. "They say you're really good at guitar,"

"I try my best,"

"Hey! You should come by our art group, Luka! I'm sure our art teacher won't mind!" Rose gasped, getting nods of approval from everyone.

"Yeah, that would be cool," Nathaniel agreed as Kim, Max and Alix all arrived but to Marinette's surprise, Luka looks kind of nervous.

"I don't know... I don't exactly go to your school..." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What school do you go to?" He asked, curious. Luka bit his lip.

"I... don't.... I.... I'm kind of home educated..." He mutters, looking away. Nathaniel rises an eyebrow before shrugging.

"So is Kagami but she's part of the fencing group, right Kagami?"

"This is true," She replied, walking over. "You should join the art group, Luka. I'm sure there's more to you then just playing guitar,"

"Yes!!! We could practice some of Kitty Section's songs there and Marinette can design our clothes!" Rose squealed excitedly. Luka looked over at Juleka, who gave him a shy smile and a thumbs up.

"Well.... I guess I could check it out..." He mumbled shyly, causing the three girls to squeal with delight. He chuckled and smiled as Alya looked at the watch.

"Movie's about to start. Nate, you wanna wait for Marc and we'll save you two a seat?"

"Sure!" He grinned before they went inside.

(***)

Luka felt nervous as he walked to the art room with Juleka. He knew Marinette would be there but he still felt awkward. It was one thing performing at home. Juleka noticed and smiled at him.

"Everyone's really nice in here," She reassured. "You know most of them anyway through me or Marinette,"

"I know.... but you know why I decided to learn at home and they don't," He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know but not everyone is out to get you," She mumbled. "Besides, you have your guitar with you. Just woo them with your music like you did with Marinette,"

She started to laugh as he turned red before he rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair. The two of them laughed as she fixed her hair before they walked into the room. The Art Studio was huge and accommodated with every type of art he could think off. To his right, there was a wall dedicated to street art and to his left, there were tables and chairs. Boxes of musical instruments were in the left corner of the room and there were easels set up at the back. There were a couple of computers set up in the room too and a manikin with an unfinished outfit in the middle of the room. Rose was sat on one of the tables with headphones on and a note pad in her hand. Alix was working on the street art wall while Nino was working on a computer with headphones in as well. Nathaniel was sat at the table with another boy and Marinette was working on the unfinished outfit in the middle of the room. The teacher was talking to a blonde haired kid that he didn't know.

"Luka!" Marientte's voice brought him out of his thoughts as she walked over and hugged him. "I'm glad you made it. Obviously, you know most people here but this is our art teacher, Mr Peintre and this is Marc! He's Nathaniel's partner and together they create comic books based on Ladybug and Cat Noir! How cool is that?! Marc! Mr Peintre! This is my boy- Ah! I mean! Luka! This is Luka!"

"Hello, Luka. It's nice to meet you," Mr Peintre smiled kindly. "Juleka, Rose and Marinette have mentioned you before. You're Juleka's older brother right?"

"Y-yes sir..." Luka mumbled. "Thank you for letting me come by,"

"Of course. Any artist is welcome here. We're a hobby group. Not a class. My, is that a guitar? Juleka mentioned you could play. Would you mind showing us?" Mr Peintre asked. Luka nervously nodded and took his guitar off his back. He had brought his acoustic as it was lightweight and he wasn't sure if this place had amps or if anyone other then his kitty section friends were ready for his level of music. According to Marinette, he rivaled Jagged Stone for style and loudness when it came to playing his electric guitar. He made sure it was in tune, getting everyone's attention.

"What do you want me to play?" He asked, unsure as he looked up. Every single person in the room had their eyes on him.

"Do your heart thing," Juleka mumbled, making everyone raise an eyebrow.

"Yes! That's a great idea!" Rose cried out. "Luka is amazing with music! He can literally hear and play the songs in people's hearts!"

"Pff! Impossible!" Alix rolled her eyes, making Juleka and Rose giggle. "Ok then. What's in my heart, Beethoven?"

"Well... something like this..." He mumbled as he started to play a fast paced song that resembled a ticking clock. Alix dropped her can of paint in shock as she watched him move his fingers across the fretboard before he turned it into a slower beat that reminded Marinette of someone sitting at a table, painstakingly writing. She realized it must be what's in Marc's heart and judging by the light blush on his face, he had realized it was his song. Luka switched it to another beat. This one was fast and fluttery and Rose squealed, knowing it was hers before he changed it a somber tune that made Juleka smile. He went through Nathianel's and Nino's next then switched to Melene and Ivan's before finally coming to Marinette, causing her to blush as he played it before he put it down. The room was silent for a minute before everyone rushed over and gushed over him, making him blush.

"Dude that was so amazing!" Nino nodded, clearly impressed.

"How did you do that?!" Alix demanded. "What's your secret?!"

"Y-you really captured the c-characteristics of everyone here pe-perfectly," Marc muttered quietly.

"Alright, alright. Everyone, settle down," Mr Peintre clapped his hands. "Luka, that was truly some amazing music there,"

"T-thank you," He muttered as the door opened. To his surprise, Chloe walked in.

"Oh, you're here," She muttered, looking at him. "I shouldn't be surprised really. Are you here for Dupan-Chang?"

"I got asked to drop by," He replied. "I didn't think a place like this was your kind of thing,"

"Of course, it is. I'm totally an awesome artist," She gasped, grinning. "In fact, my piece will be the best piece of art you've ever seen, Couffaine,"

Before he could say something, she took out a picture of Queen Bee. It wasn't the worst drawing but it wasn't great either.

"That's... nice?" He asked, trying not to insult her.

"Of course, it's nice! I did it! It's for the Miraculous project!" She gasped. "Since Queen Bee was such an important-"

"Didn't Queen Bee betray everyone?" Nathaniel pointed out.

"That was a ruse and she still helped out before that so she deserves a place in-"

"No, she doesn't," Alix stated but Marinette walked over.

"That's really nice, Chloe," She smiled softly. "I think we should put it up in the Miraclous project. Queen Bee did do some good,"

She looked at Luka with a small look as the others argued.

"She did help Ladybug trick Hawkmoth," He pointed out, remembering the illusion he casted as Kitsune. All the miraculous holders knew it was a lie but for them to keep their identities secret. Juleka and Rose nodded as Nino agreed out loud.

"We think it's lovely, Chloe," Rose smiled softly. Chloe had a light blush on her face.

"Well, do what you want with it!" She gasped before leaving it on the side and walking out.

"Hey, Nath. Why don't you show Luka the paintings you did of Cat Noir, Ladybug, Viperion and Ruyko?" Marinette suggested, causing Nathaniel to smile. He walked over to some covered up canverses before he pulled down the clothes, revealing his paintings.

"Wow!" Luka gasped. "They're amazing!"

"Thank you," Nathaniel smiled, blushing a little. "I really tried to capture the heroes as best as I could,"

"You really did. They look fantastic,"

"Thanks! Would you like to see our comic book?" He asked before pulling Luka over to his table. "We're doing an issue based on Viperion's POV,"

"The storyline is that he goes up against Silencer after Silencer steals Ladybug's voice," Marc smiled proudly but frowned when Luka flinched at the mention of his Akuma idenity. "Hey, are you ok? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, not at all," He smiled softly before looking at his watch. His eyes widen as he realized he had to start his delivery shift. "Oh, I have to go! My shift starts.. well, now... sorry, it was really nice to meet you all!"

With that, he rushed out. Marc frowned as Nathaniel patted his arm.

"He didn't like my story?" He asked but Marinette shook her head and walked over.

"No, I'm sure he loved it. It's just... well... Silencer... was Luka..." She mumbled, shocking the two creators.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry, Marinette. I didn't realize," Marc gasped but Marinette held up her hands.

"No, no. It's my fault. I should have mentioned it,"

"Hey, why don't we turn it into a redemption story like we did with our own akumas?" Nathaniel suggested, causing Marc to smile.

"Yes! Silencer could work with the heroes against Hawkmoth!" The two of them gasped, making Marinette smile. Her phone vibrated and she picked it up to see a text from Luka.

L: Sorry I had to rush off. I forgot I'd taken an extra shift. Anyway, tell you're friends I really like their comic book idea :)

She smiled before clearing her throat.

"He likes it," She announced, making both of them smile before they continued to plot their story.

(***)

Marc hummed to himself as he finished up writing the plot for the next chapter off the ladybug comic. He was the last one in the studio but he had wanted to get his idea down so he stayed behind. He promised to message Nathaniel when he got home though. The door to the room opened, causing him to look around as Lila entered.

"Oh, hey Lila," He smiled as she walked over.

"Hey, Marc. What do you doing?"

"Just writing the plot for the latest issue of the ladybug comic," He smiled.

"You write that? That's so amazing. Do you do the drawings as well?"

"Oh, no. I just write. Nath does the drawings,"

"Wow. He's so talented," She smiled.

"Yeah, he is," He agreed. "Without him, I couldn't do any of this,"

"Well, of course. He's the artist after all," She stated, making him frown. "Sorry! I meant as in that he's the one good at drawing,"

"Y-yeah,"

"It's not like writing is really an art form anyway," She shrugged, making him frown.

"Not an art form?"

"Not really. Sure, it's fun but anyone can write," She pointed out. "It takes a real special person to be about to draw. You're so lucky that you found Nathaniel! He can draw what you can't!"

"I guess," He muttered, feeling really hurt by her words. Lila smirked to herself before gasping.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have to go. I have a dinner with Clara Nightingale tonight! Bye, Marc! Have fun!" She waved and ran out, smirking wickedly as she had done her part. With seeds of doubt planted in the sensitive boy's heart, he would become easy prey for Hawkmoth. She left the building as a purple butterfly moved past her and entered the Art room.

(***)

"I really hope you don't mind Marc and Nathaniel doing a comic about you," Marinette smiled as she moved about the room. Luka was sat on her computer chair, playing his guitar softly.

"No, I don't mind," He smiled. "I like their style and you said they were gonna make Silencer into a hero later on right?"

"Yeah," She replied as she sow the hem of the skirt. "If only they knew how true that was,"

"Well... Silencer isn't a hero,"

"But Luka Couffaine is," She pointed out, making him blush. "Aww the nope rope is blushing,"

"Funny, bug girl," He grinned. "You nearly called me your boyfriend when you were introducing me today,"

"W-what?! You noticed that!" She gasped, pricking her finger. "Oww!"

Luka moved over to her and pressed her finger to his lip, causing her to blush.

"Of course, I noticed," He smiled. "I wouldn't have corrected you either,"

"Luka," She blushed but the sound of a wicked laugh got their attention. The two of them rushed out onto the roof and saw a blur of black and white speed past before several paper aeroplanes landed on the ground. To both Marinette's and Luka's surprise, they began to float along with every thing else. "What the?!"

Luka grabbed hold off the side of the railing and grabbed Marinette's hand, pulling her towards him and inside the house as best as he could but he would admit it was hard. The two of them frowned.

"What happened?"

"It's like the gravity is gone," She gasped as the familiar face of Reverser came into the view on the Telly.

"Hello, Paris! Tonight, Reverser is back and I'm gonna teach you all who's the best in all of Paris! I've taken away gravity! It takes a real special person to do that, don't you think?!"

"What the?" Luka gasped as the two of them watched it.

"And that's just the beginning! I'll reverse everything and everyone!" He laughed, evilly before smashing the camera. Luka noticed Marinette looking worried at the TV.

"That's Marc," She muttered, sadly. "We have to save him,"

"We can barely move around like this," He pointed out.

"Then let's use the flight potion. It will help us adapt to this kind of situation," She grinned, taking out the purple magicrons. Luka smirked and took out the purple slice of cake as Marinette threw Tikki the Magicron. "Tikki! Power up!"

Tikki ate it, causing her head to glow and her to spin as a light consumed her before she appeared out of it, now with wings.

"Sky Tikki," She grinned.

"Sky Tikki! Spots on!" Marinette shouted, turning into Ladybug. Only this time, her outfit looked similar to a sky diving suit and she had insect wings as part of it. Luka grinned before throwing up the piece of cake to Sass, who ate it.

"Sass, power up!" He ordered, causing the little snake to do exactly the same as Tikki. However, he looked almost the same once he emerged from the light, apart from the little wings he had.

"Sass Sphere," He declared as Luka held out his hand.

"Sass Sphere, Scales Slither!" He shouted, throwing his hand up into the sky. Once his transformation was onver, he was dressed in a snake themed skydiving suit and he had two feathered wings as part of it. He guessed he was literally a winged serpent. The two of them glided towards the skylight before pushing themselves through it and using their wings to fly. It was much easier then he expected and faster. He had no worries about the lack of oxygen and it came to him, like second nature. They zoomed past the rooftops before coming to a stop by the film studio. Ladybug frowned as she noticed everyone floating, slowing going towards the sky.

"It looks like our old friend, Reverser is back, mi'lady," Cat Noir stated as he and Ruyko flew over. Cat had black feathered wings and Ryuko had dragon wings.

"And this time he's more powerful," Ladybug pointed out. "But what caused it?"

"Well, well. Look who's decided to turn up!" Reverser appeared on his aeroplane. "Now I can prove I'm just as much as an artist as anyone else!"

He summoned a plane.

"Puss to wuss again eh?" He shouted, throwing the planes at Cat Noir but Ruyko pushed him out of the way, getting hit by one. She screamed and instantly held onto him in fear. "Well, not what I was expecting but still funny to see! Let's see! Ladybug, I think I'll take you down a level or two! Hero to Zero!"

He threw the plane and she dodged it as Viperion flew up and tried to land a sneak attack on him but Reverser turned around and threw the plane at him. However, Cat jumped in the way so it wouldn't hurt him before Ruyko screamed and flew over to him again.

"I'm so scared!"

"It's hopeless!" Cat wailed as Ladybug tried to reassure him.

"You're always so nice, Ladybug," Reserver gasped. "So I say from Nice to Nasty!"

He threw it at her but it never hit her. Instead, Viperion took it.

"Viper," She gasped, looking at him but he suddenly shoved her away.

"Jeez, could you be any more useless?!" He gasped, angrily as Cat stared at him. "What the hell are you looking at, fleabag!?!"

Reserver laughed and flew off, leaving Ladybug with a bitter Viperion, a depressed Cat Noir and a frightened Ryuko. She summoned her lucky charm, which was a belt but frowned before she looked around. Cat Noir lit up and so did Viperion and the belt. Moving across to Cat Noir, she used to the belt to secure her to his back before she looked over at Viperion, who was teasing Ryuko.

"Viper, I need you to grab hold of Ryuko,"

"And why would I do that? She's been pathetic," He rolled his eyes.

"This is hopeless," Cat wailed. "We're never going to win,"

"Shut up, loser! You're annoying me!"

"You know, Viperion, you sound just like Queen Bee right now?" She stated.

"I sound nothing like that spoiled brat!" He replied, glaring at Cat Noir before he whispered boo to Ryuko, making her scream as he laughed. "I'm not helping you. I'm done helping you!"

"Wait... if you help me, it would cause trouble for Reverser and that's what you want to do right? Be mean and cause trouble for people? That would include Reverser and Hawkmoth right?"

"But that means I'll help you,"

"True but it would cause major trouble for Reverser and Hawkmoth if you helped me. Like way more trouble then if you didn't help me. It would be the ultimate terrible thing to do,"

"Well when you put it that way," He smirked wickedly. It did not suit him. He grabbed Ruyko and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring that she was terrified. "Lead the way, trouble bug,"

"Put me down!!! I hate heights!!"

"Come on, Cat," She stated, pulling him up and flying off with Viperion.

"Hey, Viper,"

"What?" He snapped, making her flinch slightly but she shook it off. As long as she defeated Reverser, he'll turn back to normal.

"Do you think you could really annoy Reverser? Like been really mean to him?"

"Easily," He smirked as they got to where Reverser was. He shoved Ryuko down. "Hey! Two face! You want to prove you're the best huh?"

"I am the best,"

"Really? Cause from where I'm standing you're the lamest villain I've ever seen! What's your reason anyway for been akumatized? I bet it's stupid as hell!"

"I'm here to prove that writing is an art form as much as everything else,"

"Pfff! Please! Anyone can write! It's literally just putting words together! I knew you were a loser but seriously, this is just beyond stupid,"

"S-shut up!"

"Oh look at me! I'm Reverser and I'm gonna cry. Boo hoo! You shouldn't be called Reverser, you should be called Crybaby because that's what you are. A good for nothing piece of trash that is throwing a massive hissy fit because someone said that you're not an artist! Big deal! No one makes it anyway!"

"Stop it!"

"Make me, bitch!" Viperion sneered. "Oh wait. The only way to do that is to reverse me! Oh so scary! I'm so afraid! Not!"

Ladybug managed to fly behind him.

"Cat, use your power now,"

"What's the point?" He sighed but she pouted. "Fine. Cataclysm,"

He touched the paper plane and caused Reverser to fall. She undid the belt and threw it up in the air.

"Miracalous Ladybug!" She shouted, causing them to spread around fixing everyone. They covered Cat, Viperion and Ryuko and brought people back down to earth. Reverser turned back into Marc as he fell but Viperion caught him.

"You ok?"

"Y-yeah..." He blushed as he landed onto the ground and put him down. Ladybug, Cat and Ruyko joined them. "I'm sorry about becoming Reverser again,"

"Why did you?" Ladybug asked, causing Marc to blush.

"A class mate said that writing wasn't truly an art form and that anyone could do it. I don't think she meant it to be an insult but... I took it that way,"

"What class mate?" Viperion asked.

"Oh, she's called Lila," He replied, making Ladybug and Viperion look at each other. "Oh no. I bet getting going! Thanks again!"

"We better leave too," Ryuko nodded before jumping off with Cat Noir.

"Scales rest," Viperion ordered, turning back into his normal suit. "I'm sorry about what I said,"

"Spots off," She mumbled. "It's ok. Reverser got you. Besides, I know you didn't mean it. Anyway, we should head home. I'll see you soon, Viper,"

"Til next time, Bug,"

(***)

"Luka, you came back!" Nathaniel smiled as Luka came into the room.

"Yeah. I like it here. Everyone is so sincere and pure," He smiled as he looked around the room. His eyes landed on Marinette as she continued working on the outfit. "Besides, I should get out of the house more often. How's your comic coming along?"

"We've decided to make Silencer a hero," Marc smiled before moving closer. "Marinette told us that you were Silencer and me and Nath just wanted to say sorry if we upset you with bringing him into the comics,"

"But if it helps almost everyone in this room has been akumatized so you're not alone," Nath added in, smiling.

"Thank you," Luka smiled. "So what about Viperion?"

"Oh, we decided to have him as the main love interest for Ladybug," Marc grinned. "In fact, Peta was going to help us make the comic into a film and we would love it if you did the sound track,"

"Sure,"

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slcters · 5 years ago

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「 avan jogia. cismale. he/him. 」i hope that #lexsquad member「 SLATER MALIH SAVALIA 」adds me to the squad ! the 「 TWENTY THREE 」year old 「 LAW 」 major has been apart of the squad since 「 OCTOBER 2018」and seems to be the 「 DELPHIC 」of the group.「 SLATER」is a「 SENIOR」 and seems to enjoy 「 WRITING & PLAYING MUSIC 」but you can always find them at a squad party , too !

TW: CHEATING, ABANDONMENT, PORN MENTION, DEATH, DRUGS

Anyways lemme give you some info about my man and try to keep it as short ( I lied ) as possible I’ll have some wanted connections at the end so hit me up to plot cause I live for that :)

NAME: SLATER MALIH SAVALIA AGE: 23 MAJOR: PRE- LAW SENIOR @ LEX POSITION: A DADDY HOBBIES: givin 0 Fucks, living life to the full, writing, being an PI on his dad, spiting his family n causing problems as a FUCK U. BORN: LONDON, ENGLAND. SEXUALITY: A truE WILD BISEXUAL :”)

BACKGROUND:

So Slater was born in London, England however when he was younger he moved around a lot with his parents until they settled in LA. Mainly for his dads business and his mum had previously lived there too.

His mum was a travel writer which explains why they traveled a lot, his father runs a few escort agencies + brothels ( nevada only we do it legal here ) and also started up his own pornographic production company / film studio in LA. it would probably now be one of the biggest in the world. ( think vivid entertainment meets brazzers ) u know FILTHY RICH SHIT.

Both his parents were obviously away quite a lot, his dad ran so many businesses and hmm was hands-on lets say but the household was pretty calm when he was fairly young. his mum was super attentive and loving and just such an amazing role model and always wanted to take him with her to show him the world when she had to leave. i think he definitely was a mummas boy.

at about 8/9 however would’ve been when things kind of came crashing down for him. he really caught his dad cheating on his mum w/ one of the porn stars he hired from the studio. His dad would’ve really asked him NOT to tell him mum because it would break their family up. obviously, slater was like terrified of the chance of losing his family so he just pretended nothing ever happened.

he was so conflicted because he was keeping this huge secret and he had so much guilt but he didn’t wanna be the one to ruin things. Like his dad basically used him as a cover like expecting him to lie for him for a long time. it would’ve really eaten away at him. like it would’ve not been a one-time thing, but slater was in denial for sure.

i think one day slater would’ve slipped up in one of his lies for his dad and his mum ended up fighting out what happened and it was such a mess. it would've led to their divorce and god that was.. SOO messy. they defs didnt have a prenup and like the custody.

I think lowkey he was miserable being with his dad, he had so much resentment and sadness there. he would’ve been okay being with his mum the whole time.

His dad was really the type of parent that would use his kids against each his ex wife like they would use slater to pass on messages and being like no u can’t have him for that day etc etc And not taken slater into consideration.

his dad though really tried his absolute best to bring his mum down which was sooo sad to see, like watching her get put through the ringer by his dad and she just became a bit of a shell of who she was, because he obviously had more than enough money to do it and didn’t want her to see a dime of it even tho he.. RLLY BE LIVING THE HIGH LIFE.

slater would’ve just been back and forth between them both up until he was about 15 when his mum, unfortunately, passed away due to drugs. which was SO UNEXPECTED. i think there was definitely a lot more to it, like she definitely was self-medicating to help go through the still pending divorce. which would’ve lasted years.

anyways losing his mum devastated slater because truly she was like a best friend to him, she was. he always enjoyed the weeks at his mums more than his dad and now he knew he’d be stuck there.

he fights a lot with his dad still about everything that happened and what he did, he blames him for it and putting a LITERAL KID in the middle.

anyways though since the separation his dad had like a myriad of “ girlfriends” around who were probably all young enough to be like a step sibling tbh. he never took to any of them until his stepmom. who shockingly he actually really likes. shes one thing keeping his family together atm.

Anyways as you can imagine slaters dads business was huge and his dad is truly raking in the money but slater has always felt uncomfortable spending or even benefiting off it which is why he’s extremely secretive considering he knows where it comes from and he doesn’t exactly support his dad let alone he doesn’t want to have to explain that to people and get them looking into his family.

his father has really tried and put up this front though as if he’s a huge family man now and is conservative and super religious and smh that pissed off slater to the max. he’s like that dont make no fucking sense..

when he high school hit though they were going to country clubs all that shit slater hated basically. he truly didn’t mind acting out just to spite his dad knowing hey your a family man what are you gonna do about it??

this drove his dad so crazy and only meant more rules were put on him, it was about the only attention his dad gave him.

when hey fight though its really wild, you know slater throws it in his dads face basically just some fucking pimp and exploits people and he’s never gonna do that and he’d rather have nothing than follow in his footsteps

i think his dad has been fined multiple times for some shady shit going on in his businesses. plus its been common knowledge in the depths of the industry they heavily provide them w/ alcohol drugs etc. probably has had an issue with the treatment of the people hes hired. lawsuits. there's more under the surface that even slater doesnt know.

there would’ve been a bit of a scandal where his dad employed one of his dumbass country club friends daughters aka someone even slater knew to star in one of his adult films

but regardless like he knew he really was fortunate he lived an extremely privileged life, like he would be set for life, could sit do nothing and its good. he just never had a huge interest in it unlike his father who really always said that he would take over everything someday and it would turn into a huge family business. and he was like yikes someone come tell him.. no thanks.

His dad and him definitely had a rocky relationship after his moms death, he didn’t parent very much and just left his stepmom in so many uncomfortable situations but honestly

He saw her more as a friend though then a mum but she was the best parental figure he’s ever even had. She’d genuinely try so hard to make sure his dad was acting like one like telling him he’s going to his sons gigs or else even though slater knew his dad would come for 2 seconds to appease his wife then leave.

But growing up he’s always been super careful of who’s around him and who he lets into his life probably as a result of how secretive his family has always instilled in him to be.

Like his dad keeps saying we’re family we come first, and he never wanted slater to be sharing that with people about what they did.

But he has such a resentment to his dad, like he thinks he’s a mess he has a wife he doesn’t give a fuck about a son he doesn’t see, he does god knows what he just is so convinced he can’t turn out like him ever.

I think people genuinely think he must not come from money because the amount of people who have ever met his parents or seen his house is a handful if that.

Like he’s always hanging out at other people’s places and just he’s never been really extravagant unless its to purposely spite his dad yikes. that comes from anger.

Like he really got himself a job even though his dad said he could come work for him just cause he was like yeah I don’t want to run ur dumb company and make money off it u pos?

His dad has definitely been investigated a few times for shady practices. slater definitely started looking into law for that reason, like he genuinely thought he wants to actually be able to put guys who screw the system and own huge corporations and think they can pay outta anything in jail.

meanwhile his dad thought great a lawyer who can defend our family business smh so he supports him He has no clue slater would rather take him down.

hes on the dl investigating his dad himself. who wanna help.

PERSONALITY

losing his mom AND one his best friends showed him that he needs to really do everything he wants to and in that moment which does make him selfish at times

i think he has abandonment issues, i think like when his best friend who was kinda the reason he came to lex, happened to pass away also triggered that again ( TBD WHY im leaving this open for plots ) and that really shook him all over.

he really almost feels cursed at this stage.

he was pretty sheltered tbh because his dad wasn’t trusting AT ALL and at first was homeschooled until High school so he didn’t exactly grow up outgoing or being able to have many people at his place or tell them about his life.

i think theres not many people who know he’s related to his dad business, even tho his dad business iS HUGE and legit is his last name. and hes like yeah ha coincidence right??? not my dad at all.

He’s super fucking blunt though like he may be secretive with his personal life but his ass does not hold back which has gotten him into way too many problems.

He just feels like he grew up lying about so much, his dad was like we don't want people taking advantage of you if they find out who you are and use things against me.

he hated that and all the secrets about his dad he kept so don’t expect him to hold back on feelings or thoughts back at all

LOVES to spite and piss his dad off even if that means 30+ students at his dads place during a business meeting lets do it.

He acts a lot without thinking like he sucks at planning anything and a lot of time he seems a little flighty and that he doesn’t take things serious enough esp his relationships

.He’d really go above and beyond though for anyone who’s proven to him that they can be trusted like he’s been known to be all in he either gives it everything or nothing so he goes extravagant

will try everything once.

wild child tm.

his ass was kinda like living it up. he’s like on the brink of i dont want to just use my dads money but he’s like if i am though i wanna use it to actually do something decent, like get a law degree and be something, travel like his mum did. hes obsessed with the thought of like following in her footsteps BUT HE. NEVER ADMITS IT.

feelings who are u?

He’s definitely a realist and a little bit cynical too, like he’s seen way too much shit to really have some ideal look on life.

He doesn’t believe in some fairytale or things just happen for a reason or really in fate or anything like that.

Like he doesn’t think love fixes everything and someone can be your happiness at all . hes like clearly its only problems so.

He’s only ever really had one serious relationship and a bunch of other casual things but that was just nothing to him

He’s not closed off to them but he picks and chooses what he gives, but he’s just doubtful how someone’s gonna mix well into his life

He definitely seems aloof and a bit cold but I mean after a drink and 5 minutes he’ll be picking your brain on just about anything

loves writing in general, usually lyrics and music though.

secretly Loves a good midnight dnm overlooking the water with a trusted friend

Awesome at getting himself out of situations he can be pretty convincing lbr

lowkey has abandonment issues.

connections: donnt say im trash i know.

extra drama - his STEP sibling. aka child of his step mom.

his best friends sibling, aka the one who passed away :”(

someone whose mum dated his dad WILD.

A TABOO FLING OR CRUSH, basically he got with someone he shouldn’t of, we can decide reasons HOWEVER I’D LOVE if the other chara was the ex of his friend who passed away. HED FEEL LIKE SHIT for having feelings. the angst. and the we cant do this its wrong.

I mean... someone who actually WORKS FOR HIS DAD. i would die, could be an escort, a sex worker, someone who is signed to his dads production company, can be a pornstar or more like a cam star too.

someone who is a huge tease and rlly makes his ass beg to be with them. make him work for it honey.

ooo a really GOOOOD friend and they’ve always been “ platonic” but theres this weird sexual tension and they both know it, but like ooo it could risk the frienndship n makee it weird and like ugh.

like someone whose parents hates them hanging around w/ slater bc of his family, maybe bc they ran in the same circles from back home but they just.. cant stay away from each other.

someone hes kinda dated but they realised we’d be better off as friends even tho weve seenn each other naked, it was fun.

One of the people from back home that found out all about his entire family when the scandal was exposed. They could’ve been friends or enemies.

AN ex!! pls he defs has broken some hearts or THE ONE WHO BROKE HIS :) IF U DO THIS U WILL GET SO MUCH LOVE

An enemy Maybe someone against his family or someone he just can’t stand!

THE damn girl his fucking dad tried to employ to be in his damn movie! My ass would do wild shit for this one wild WILD SHIT.

unrequited love, someone's heart he broke without even realising it

A confidant someone he can really confide in tell-all his dumbass shit too, like his protective ass would really care for this person

Someone who’s into music as much as him pLS!! like someone who can just jam with him late nights

He needs that dnm kinda friend 😂

A fwb that’s self explanatory:)

RIDE OR DIES etc

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

ANYTHING IM SOOO OPEN FOR PLOTTING

#lex.intro

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kpoppwriter · 5 years ago

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Koi No Yokan pt. 3

Koi No Yokan - pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Genre: college AU, soulmate AU

Words: 1212

Warnings: swearing, drinking

a/n: yoyoyo friendos!! Max is back at it with a long piece! This is part 3 to the series @allyreactions and I are writing! She just finished part 2, which is up on her blog. I was just too excited to keep writing this that I had to do it today. I should be back to writing requests soon!

You and Jaehyun barely made it into his room before you were all over each other. Your hands pulled on his clothes while his hands grasped at every little bit of skin on your body. The noise of the party was drowned out, your mind too preoccupied with the current situation. You felt the back of your knees hit the edge of something, causing you to fall back. Luckily that was Jaehyun’s plan.

You felt your head hit the mattress, Jaehyun’s body hovering over you. You felt small under him. It was kinda intimidating, yet hot. You stared at his lips, his mouth slightly agape. Instead of kissing your lips, his mouth went to your neck. You felt him sucking marks into your skin that you know would last until the next morning at least. His mouth moved further an further down as his hands also moved down your body.

You sat up quickly, realizing what was happening right now. Jaehyun backed up off of you.

“Are you okay?”

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it again. How does one say ‘I think you’re hot and wanna smash but like...not right now’ without making a fool of themselves? You stared at Jaehyun, the right words not coming to you. He got up from the bed and made his way to the door, saying something about getting water.

You groaned and flopped back down on the bed. You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, hoping no one would hear you. Did you just fuck up a relationship or something that could have possibly been really good because you just weren’t in the mood to have sex at a frat party? You really hoped you didn’t.

Jaehyun walked in again with a glass of water in his hands. You quickly sat up and took the water from him, quietly saying thanks. He sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a good distance from you. He looked a bit disheartened and uncomfortable, his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“I-I’m sorry,” you almost whispered, “It’s just the party and Amber’s here and-”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. It really isn’t a good time.”

It went silent between you, the party downstairs was the only reason it wasn’t completely silent. You finished the glass of water and mumbled some excuse to leave the room. You left Jaehyun’s room and went downstairs to find Amber. Luckily, she was easy to find.

“Please tell me you can drive,” you grabbed her arm and pulled her to the front door

“Yeah but where are we going?” she asked

“Anywhere but here.”

The next morning was rough. After leaving the party, you and Amber talked about what happened with Jaehyun over some drinks at your place. And some drinks turned into enough to give you a hangover. You woke up around 11:30 or 12 to your phone going off. You groaned and looked at the notifications. There were a bunch of people trying to reach you but only one message caught your attention.

“Shit.”

You bolted out of bed and ran into the bathroom. After rushing to brush your teeth and get rid of any leftover makeup from the night before, you got dressed and left your home. You typed a number into your phone.

“Hey Y/N,” you heard as the call was answered

“Junmyeon,” you exhaled, “I’m so sorry. I slept in.”

“It’s okay! We can reschedule if you-”

“No! I just left my place! I’ll meet you at the cafe in a few.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

You could hear the smile on his face when you said you were on your way. It made your heart swell a bit thinking about it.

You arrived at the cafe soon after your call. You saw Junmyeon sitting in the same place you were sitting yesterday when you were studying. He waved at you, smiling. You didn’t even stop to get coffee.

“Hey, sorry I took so long,” you apologized, sitting in front of him.

“It’s totally okay,” Junmyeon smiled kindly, “While I was waiting, I got you a coffee.”

You gratefully took the coffee from him and took a long sip, enjoying the taste.

“Vanilla latte.”

“Yup! You said that’s your usual order, right?” Junmyeon asked bashfully

“Yeah, it is! I just didn’t expect you to remember that.”

You smiled down at the cup in your hands. Junmyeon really was sweet. He really listened to you and remembered such a small detail about you. Your sweet thoughts were interrupted by a pounding headache that came out of nowhere. You groaned and started digging through your bag for some medicine.

“Are you okay?” Junmyeon looked at you, worried

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Just had a rough night.”

You imitated drinking a shot with your hand before pulling a small container of medicine out of your bag. You popped two pills into your mouth, downing them with a swig of coffee.

“That should help,” you said, easing Junmyeon’s nerves.

“Good, I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

You and Junmyeon talked for another hour or two before your phone started blowing up with text messages from Amber and a number you didn’t know.

“If you need to take care of those texts-”

“No, it’s nothing important,” you threw your phone in your bag, “Plus I’d much rather talk to you right now.”

A small blush appeared on his face, slightly hidden by his glasses. He looked away from you and took another sip of his coffee. You smiled, watching his cute flustered behavior. He was just so cute and nerdy, which was a lot different from the guys you were used to. It was definitely a welcomed change though.

“You said you like to party a lot,” Junmyeon spoke, “Why do you party a lot? You don’t seem to enjoy yourself.”

You were taken aback by the question, seeing as you never really thought about why you go party. You just do.

“I don’t know. I mean I do enjoy myself sometimes but I guess I use it as a...distraction?”

“Distraction from what?”

“Everything else,” you chuckled, “School and personal things get stressful sometimes. Its fun to just not worry about anything else and have a good time.”

Junmyeon hummed in response. You could tell he was thinking about something. His eyes scanned over your face. After a moment, he spoke up.

“If you ever need to talk, I’m always here. I don’t mind listening to you rant or whatever.”

His hand gently touched yours. You could tell he was a bit apprehensive touching you but he did it anyway. His fingertips set your skin afire, even if he was only touching your hand.

“T-thank you,” you managed to whisper.

“Anything to help you out,” he smiled sincerely

Eventually, you both had to leave. You hugged Junmyeon as you left the cafe. I was a bit of an awkward hug, Junmyeon keeping a bit of distance between you, but you still liked it. You took the time to get home to see what Amber was frantically texting you about. Before you could see what Amber wanted, a different text from an unknown number caught your eye.

- Hey Y/N its Jaehyun

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santoteez · 5 years ago

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A Manhattan Tale - Seonghwa

Parts: 1 of ?

Genre: Chef!Seonghwa, FormerDrugdealer!Seonghwa, FormerKingpin!Hongjoong, Bad boy/ Good Girl kinda??

Warnings: Love interest is a Black Female, Mentions of trial evasion, swearing, kinda angsty, eventual smut, eventual fluff

Requested: yes

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

Seonghwa huffed, chopping vegetables in julienne form. His restaurant had been open a little under a year now, and business was booming. It was November, and reservations were maxed out, and there was a long line outside of foodies hopeful that a spot would open up. The surplus in customers caused Seonghwa to hire at least a dozen more workers, and he was considering hiring more. He had plans to open up a new location in a quaint part of Brooklyn, hoping soon to be in all 5 boroughs. Seonghwa was satisfied that everything was going his way. Well, almost everything. Everything except Zelie.

Zelie was a 23-year-old recent culinary school graduate. She had melanin-rich skin and long black coils for hair, which she kept neatly in a bun and hairnet. She had big round eyes, almost doe-like, and a full, round pout. And she drove Seonghwa mad in more ways than one.

It began with her mistakes when she was first hired. If Zelie wasn’t overcooking the pasta, she was undercooking the steak. Of course, she got better over time. She also got more comfortable. She insisted on speaking to Seonghwa, even when he didn’t answer. Whether it was cracking a joke on his appearance as he walked into work or complimenting his dishes, she’d just never shut up.

And today was one of those days.

“Chef Park, aren’t those vegetables cut just a little too thin?”

“The recipe calls for julienne, Chef Carter. That’s the point.”

“I mean, I guess so but, it doesn’t call for vegetable chips.”

Seonghwa set his knife down and glanced up at the ceiling in frustration. He turned to the short girl. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Sometimes. Why? You don’t wanna be my friend anymore?” She asked sarcastically.

“In order for that to be true, we’d have to be friends first, Chef Carter.”

She laughed. “Why are you so mean?”

He shrugged. “Why you so nice?” He placed the veggies into the pan along with the pasta before sliding it to Carlos to put on the stove.

He took his hat off, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “I’m taking my break.” He called out to the entire kitchen.

“Have fun,” Zelie said, to which Seonghwa didn’t answer.

He headed for the backroom, straight for the door that led to his office. He said in the swivel chair, sighing.

He groaned when he heard a knock at the door. “Yes?” He asked politely.

Mitch walked in. “No need to be nice, it’s just me.”

“What you want, fool?” Seonghwa asked, closing his eyes.

“Why you always at Zelie’s neck for, man?”

“Chef Carter? She starts it!”

“Okay, first of all, you sound like a child. Second, you’re literally the only one that insists on calling her by her last name. Hell, she’s the only one you call by last name. I know you’re typically cold, but what’s your deal?”

Seonghwa sighed. “I don’t know. I expected her to give up on being nice to me after a while, like the rest of the workers. But she just doesn’t give up. I don’t get why she likes me so much.”

“Could it be because she senses the feeling’s mutual?”

“Me? Like Carter? No way.” Seonghwa shook his head.

“I’m gonna tell you what you used to tell me back at the warehouse. Don’t be a fuckin’ meathead. Everyone sees how you look at her when she’s not looking, rightfully so. She’s bangin’. Anyways, you also entertain her banter. You know you could easily ignore her and eventually, she’d stop. But you answer her every time. Why?”

Seonghwa couldn’t answer.

“Exactly. Just be fuckin’ nice for once. How long you been single? Forever. Even Bossman damn near ready to tie the knot. Then there’s you.”

Mitch was right. Just the other day Minjoon, Soojin, Hongjoong and Santana came in for their reservation with big news: Santana was pregnant. They feasted on the most expensive dishes and left big tips in the wake of their celebration. Seonghwa would be lying if he said it didn’t remind him of his loneliness. Hongjoong had an entire family, meanwhile, he was still going home to a pint-sized bachelor pad.

“He’s thinking now.” Mitch laughed. “I don’t know, man. Even if by some magical force, you don’t end up with Zelie, at least get yourself out there. You’ve run an empire before. You’re running another one now. It’s time you found someone to help you run it. I’m heading back to the kitchen now. Enjoy your break. Alone.”

Seonghwa scowled. As much as he was annoyed by Mitch, he knew he meant well. He napped for the most of his break, awoken by a text from Hongjoong. After replying he decided to head back to the kitchen.

Stopping at the sink to wash his hands, Zelie passed by with a steaming pot of potatoes.

“Have fun on your break?”

“I did actually. Because you weren’t there.” Seonghwa wanted to prove Mitch wrong, but he couldn’t help but respond. She got under his skin in a way not many people have. It was like she hit a specific nerve every time.

“Being without me sounds like a tragedy. Are you okay?” She dumped the water into a nearby sink, careful not to drop the potatoes.

“I’ll manage,” Seonghwa said, heading to the front of the kitchen to check the rotating ticket holder to see what orders weren’t being made yet.

“You can get started on order #67, it just came in.” Zelie called out.

Just as Seonghwa was about to grab the ticket, the hostess of the restaurant, Leslie, popped into the kitchen. She never came to the back unless it was time to leave or an emergency, so Seonghwa knew something was up.

“Chef Park, there’s someone out there demanding to talk to you. At first, I thought it might be because of the food so I tried reassuring them that they could speak to the cook that actually made the food, but they insisted that they wanted to speak to you and only you.” She said, rubbing her hands together nervously.

Seonghwa nodded. “Take me to them.” He said, taking his hat off once again. He was itching to find out who could possibly be so persistent.

When Leslie led him out of the kitchen and pointed to the table, Seonghwa wished he had stayed inside. The guests were none other than Ray-Ray and Spider. They were with family, so Seonghwa knew they wouldn’t try anything crazy, but he was still cautious. He thanked Leslie and allowed her to return to the front door before making his way over.

“Ladies, gentlemen, how are we tonight?” Seonghwa smiled, approaching the table.

Ray-Ray laughed. “No need to be that polite, Dragon. You act like you don’t know a motherfucker.”

“Seonghwa.”

“Huh?” Ray- Ray furrowed his eyebrows.

“My name is Seonghwa. The establishment is called The Majestic Dragon, but that is not my name. If you’d like, you may call me Chef Park.”

Ray-Ray looked at Spider, who shrugged and chuckled. Ray- Ray sighed. “Okay, Chef Park. I called you over to ask you something.” He got up, leaning to Seonghwa’s ear.

“How the fuck you dodge a trial? Everyone knows HJ never traveled alone. A smart kingpin never does? You buy this place with all that dirty money? The city would hate to hear that. Should watch your back. Chef Park.”

He sat down. “I give you props, though. This shit is slammin. All them years cooking actually did something for you.” Ray-Ray said, the look in his eye showing he definitely wasn’t talking about food.

Seonghwa smiled falsely. “Enjoy your food, and I hope you come again. Thanks for dining with the dragon.”

He stormed back into the kitchen, practically fuming at the ears.

“What happened to you? You look like these tomatoes over here.” Zelie said.

“Not now, Zelie.” Seonghwa rubbed his temples.

“First name basis? Something’s really wrong.” Zelie said, visibly concerned.

“What’s wrong, boss?” Mitch asked, picking up on Seonghwa’s vibe.

“I don’t know yet. I gotta call HJ. Handle that order for me.” Seonghwa gestured to his station, where the order ticket remained, untouched. Mitch nodded, snatching it up and preparing it himself.

Seonghwa headed to the office once again, dialing Hongjoong’s number. He answered on the first ring.

“Hwa you good?”

“I don’t know, man. Some weird shit just happened.” Seonghwa immediately told him everything from his encounter with Ray-Ray and Spider, from the questions about how he avoided trial to the speculation of the city finding out where the money came from.”

“That is some weird shit. I guess that explains the rock.”

“What? What rock?” Seonghwa asked.

Hongjoong glanced at the large rock, with Boy or Girl? Let’s see if you live long enough to find out.

“There was a knock at the door, and I figured it was some pregnancy shit Santana ordered. When I opened it no one was there. Just the rock. I looked around the hall but I saw nobody which is weird as shit because the only way up here is the elevator in the hall, the one in our living room, and the staircase down the hall. There’s no way they made it from my door to the stairs in literally five seconds. Santana’s freaking out.”

Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose. “I guess you really can’t run from the hustle. Can’t believe after three fucking years, somebody has it in for us.”

“Well, Dragon, how fast can you get here?” Hongjoong asked.

“Give me 30,” Seonghwa said, switching his kitchen coat for his winter one.

He gave Mitch and Carlos instructions to hold the kitchen down while he was gone. He passed Zelie on his way out.

“I know I grind your gears, but I really do hope you’re okay.” She said in a small voice.

Seonghwa turned to her and gave her a small smile. “Me too.”

On his way out, he turned to look at Ray-Ray’s table. The man had an ugly smirk on his face.

“Leaving so soon, Chef Park? What could possibly have a head chef running out of his own restaurant?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Seonghwa shook his head and stormed out as his table erupted into laughter.

Stephie here! No idea where I was going with this chapter jsdjssj, I suck at starting off fics but I promise once you see my vision it gets better!

#ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez fanfic #ateez angst

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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okay this isn’t a theory at all but I wanted to talk about my 3 Zane builds... because I can and nobody can stop me ahahahahaha

I used this site: https://bl3skills.com/

so far they have Zane, Amara, and Moze available so you should 100% go check it out cuz the creator is doing god’s work and also making builds is fun

the kill skill build im probably going to use mainly on single player:

the reason it's a kill skill build is because the capstone for Hitman (Death Follows Close) is insanely powerful when you consider the Seein’ Red skill. That is, the Seein’ Red skill allows you to activate all your kill skills whenever you activate ur action skill. And Death Follows Close gives every killskill a 40% buff and +4 seconds. which is insane (I spent like an hour just doing the math for all my builds lol). This will be using Zoomer and the Clone, where Zoomer’s got both Bad Dose (radiation damage and movement speed/fire rate buffs for Zane) and Static Shield (if possible bc idk if u can take parallel augments- drains enemy shields and replenishes Zane’s (if not, we’ll take Winter’s Drone which does cryo damage)) and the Clone has Schadenfreude (when the clone takes damage, Zane’s shield is regened) and Which One’s Real (enemies will aggro the clone more often after teleporting - because we want our clone alive and taking aggro for as long as possible- if not possible then we’ll take Binary System in replacement of Schadenfreude).

this is probably going to be my crowd control build. It likely won’t be outputting a huge amount of damage but if there’s a lot of people and i’m being overwhelmed i imagine the quick action skill charges and the increased movement speed will help a lot

which leads me to the omgwth build that i am v proud of:

This one is my kamikaze build because when I’m playing with friends I like to do dumb shit, and dumb shit includes running into a fight im most definitely not going to win without dying. I take inspiration from suicide psychos.

so basically I’m gonna use the barrier and clone. The idea is to deploy both action skills at once (and pick up the barrier), then run into battle screaming shooting at enemies through the shield. Hopefully at this point I’ll have picked up a nova shield and, i think you can see where this is going, then I can run into the middle of a bunch of enemies and as the barrier’s timer runs out and my shield depletes, teleport out using the clone once the nova hits (we don’t want to be there too long or else our clone’s timer might run out, which is why I didn’t go for Hearty Stock) and let my shields recharge in preparation to do it all over again.

an explanation for a few skills that may make you go “why??”: i chose Really Expensive Jacket over Futility Belt bc the latter is a kill skill, while REJ is always active- a -50% duration of DoT’s is REALLY good, especially if i get DoTed before i teleport, then the shields immediately recharging after i teleport (Quick Breather) won’t take effect because they’ll instantly be knocked out again. Also Zane screams a LOT when he’s on fire and I’m good. I’m good. As for why I chose Duct Tape Mod, I wanna see if it works with the Infinity. if it does, then my god. that’s glorious. Am also hoping it fires a grenade with your grenade mod attached. If it does, then it will likely take from ur stock, which is another reason to have Pocket Full of Grenades. if it doesn’t, then it’s a vanilla grenade and I don’t think that will take from the stock (that’d be kinda shitty), and, hey, free booms.

The barrier stays active for 9 seconds (12.6 with both action skills active) and the clone stays active for 18 (25.2 with both skills active- not sure how this will work when one action skill runs out). The reason I got Violent Momentum is because bullet damage is boosted by the barrier (+20%) and that’s an additional straight +30% gun damage on top of that without any speed boosts as we “run” into battle, but, even better, I’ll be using the Charged Relay (bonus speed!) and Deterrence Field (touch the shield as i zoom towards you and get zapped asshole) augments for the barrier. We’ll also have the skill Supersonic Man, which will maximize our movement speed when the barrier is up. Which is exactly what we want. And, of course, the clone will have Binary System (cryo nova on teleport) and Dopplebanger (booms whenever the action skill ends). because we want to maximize the amount of boom happening at the very end of this maneuver.

The reason we’re going for grenade regen here (Pocket Full of Grenades) is because we want our clone to be a big strong boy so he can tank and output damage for us before going boom, since after we teleport to relative safety we’re going to need to let our shields regen. Binary System will cause a cryo explosion and Dopplebanger will cause a fire explosion, not the mention the skill that drops a ‘free’ grenade when the clone is killed (wondering if that stacks with Dopplebanger or not). without the Death Follows Close skill, we need to rely on the base 15%/s grenade recharge rate, so that leaves us with about 120% of a grenade 8 seconds after we kill an enemy. and, hopefully, with the way this build is gonna work, minimum 3 grenades before the next time our clone is summonable (with Adrenaline we get a 20.8 long second recharge rate w/ our clone and a 14.8 recharge rate w/ our barrier- 3 grenades would take ~24 seconds with max efficiency) and our shield is fully charged (not factoring grenade drops from enemies here)

Oh, also, my clone is getting a rocket launcher. because that’d be really funny with a +51% fire rate and +33% damage (not to mention the +10% damage from swapping places). If my nova shield burst won’t kill ‘em, then the cryo nova could, if the cryo nova doesn’t, then the rocket launcher could, and if the rocket launcher doesn’t, then the fiery explosion of death might!

... or the grenade, depending on if i detonate the clone or it gets killed before i’m able to. We’ll see.

my turtle kwami build (that’s a protection build for those of you who don’t miraculous ladybug) for when i think i'm gonna get absolutely fucked without shields and/or I wanna snipe:

focus on cryo sniping and surviving mostly. i love cryo but uh im not the safety/surviving type so i am slightly disappointed it’s merged so far into his barrier tree. Thankfully, i don’t mind sniping/supporting my teammates every once in a while so it’s not a problem, i can get my cryo fix lol. i still prefer pretending this is Jackass the Video Game tho

anyway we don’t care much about increasing shield capacity because if things go according to plan we’ll have the barrier up most of the time (base barrier recharge is 18 seconds, it will become 14.4 seconds) and tbh capacity doesn’t matter much if our shields don’t regen fast enough. also if we’re using amp shields for sniping, then we want the charge rate to be as fast as possible for that as well. We’re also focused on health regen for surviving bc snipers are squishy and we might not be able to get out of danger fast enough so we wanna healthgate, so we got both Rise to the Occasion and Salvation

We’re also using Confident Competence and Nerves of Steel to maximize our sniping potential. To maximize Cryo stuff, we’ve chosen the skills Best Served Cold and Cold Bore. The reason I want to maximize cryo stuff is because of Calm, Cool, n Collected which is fucking amazing, and on a sniper where the duration or recharge of ur action skill can be fully reset? BEAUTIFUL. (even though I’m not big on the Under Cover tree, CCaC is one of my favorite skills. Holy shit is this awesome). Cryo is also great on a sniper in general, as frozen enemies can’t dodge you spamming their crit spot.

We’re also going to get Seein’ Red so activating an action skill will set off all kill skills. These kill skills include Futility Belt (all elemental damage is set to non-elemental damage- basically a 22% damage reduction to all damage for 8 seconds), Salvation (weapons grant life steal for 20% damage (which is AMAZING) for 8 seconds), and Cool Hand (increases reload speed). The reason we’re aiming for reload speed is because we wanted Almighty Ordnance and getting Praemunitus wouldn’t let us do that, so we take the second best thing to magazine size.

Our augmentations will be Nanites or Some Shite (health regen, reload speed (synergizes with Cool Hand) and shield recharge delay (amp shield)) and Redistribution (increased gun damage by +9% for 3s whenever the shield takes damage). For Zoomer, we’re gonna take Winter’s Drone (in hopes that will still proc Calm, Cool, and Collected- if not, well, cryo is brilliant for snipers anyway) and Almighty Ordnance (for long distance missile damage. I was thinking this plus whenever Zoomer drops a grenade (which will be a singularity grenade) will be absolutely amazing).

anyway, if it wasn’t obvious enough, im maining Zane and i'm going to have a great fuckin time yeet

im hoping i’ll be able to min/max further with class mods and artifacts. I get the feeling Zane’s class mods will allow him faster recharge rate for one action skill (either depending on slot or whichever tree the mod buffs most). Artifacts are apparently going to buff movement types, which I’m REALLY excited for. I hope I can get some cryo damage going with my slams/sliding.

I am also very much considering a Hyperion and Tediore build for my kamikaze build until I get max level, then we’ll see which legendaries i need to grind in order to maximize chaos with my gear as well. Idk what kinda rocket launcher i’d get though. maybe something Maliwan... ooo you know what, do the CoV make rocket launchers? I’d love to see how the heat mechanic plays with the clone getting a copy of your current gun...

EDIT: edited to add links to each build.

#borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #zane flynt #builds

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lostincalum · 6 years ago

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Dawn- Ashton Irwin

AN: okay, who is ready for pure fucking angst, with a fluffy ending? idk

Word count: Bro, almost 3000

TW: some swearing, some mentions of abuse (not really in depth tho)

previous parts: Midnight

If Midnight was when you saw Ashton for who he was, dawn would be when he saw you for who you were.

It was after Ashton had stayed over for the first time. It was a weekend, so he didn’t have to get up all that early. Yet, Ashton groaned as the alarm on your phone went off. The two of you barely fit on the dorm bed and after the a long night of being too hot and cramped up, Ashton still pulled you closer.

“Why the fuck is there an alarm set for now?”

He groaned into your collarbone, trying to stop you from moving away, when you pulled the covers off from you and tucked them in under his ribcage.

“Cause I’m gonna go for a run, Ash. I’ll be back soon.”

You whispered as you pulled off the black sweater of his you had borrowed to sleep in. Neither of you were hungover, but Ashton seemed drunk on sleep, as he lifted his head up. Curls were dangling in his eyes, and sticking up in all directions, making him more dishelved than when you had gone to sleep.

“Didn’t we burn enough calories last night?”

He was always a little cheeky, but right now everything felt just slightly out of place. Even Ashton, the man you had been dating for some time now, felt a bit odd in your room. As if he noticed that something was wrong when no clever retort escaped you, he sat up in the bed. Scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.

“Hey, you alright?”

All the feelings you had bottled up, ever since you had met Ashton were somehow begging to be let out, you could feel your fingers not knowing where to be as you quickly got dressed.

“Angel, talk to me?”

It came out as a question though, like he didn’t want to break you. Like all other questions, you avoided it.

“Look, I’m gonna go for a run, if you want to you can stay here.”

You were standing in front of the mirror, tying your hair up your hair, when he suddenly stood behind you. Not really touching you, just being near you. Before he had a chance to do something, you hurried out the door.

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The lighting when you came out, was dull. Nothing had been touched by the sun yet, and everything was quiet, except for a few birds. It felt like your heart was not getting all the blood it needed. It felt like the air around you was dense. It felt like nothing in the world was right. It felt like yet another panic attack.

So you found it best to stop, and go through the easier things, like your name, and number. Then where you came from, and where you live now. Then Ashton, the picture of him in your bed became too much. Tears pressed on as you sat down on the little wooden jetty near the ocean. Little gasps for air sounded as 6:30 rolled around, and another body sat down beside yours.

“Hey, lay back for me?”

It was Calum, Ashton’s best friend. You had met him a handful of times, but under different circumstances. Mostly joyful ones. This was not what you wanted.

“I’m sorry, I’m gonna hea-”

Calum interrupted quickly, looking at you with worries in his eyes.

“Just trust me, it will help with breathing.”

You went out on a limb and decided to trust him. Carefully laying down as sobs racked your body almost soundlessly.

Then he got up, stood with one leg on either side of your thighs and lifted your hips. Suddenly air rushed to your lungs, flowing down like silk. After a couple of minutes like that, he carefully set your hips down, and returned to his previous seat.

“How’d you know to do that?”

The question tumbled out from your lips as overlooked the sea. it had changed from the faded grey shade, to a more lively pink hue that covered the reflection in the water.

“I have taken so many footballs to the stomach, that’s usually the quickest way to gain back breath.”

Calum always had this easy going, yet still thoughtful nature about him. It made him easy to talk to.

“You know my ex? Max? he was very kind in the beginning, but I don’t know, everything just went so wrong, I don’t even know where to begin”

It felt good to get it off your chest for the first time, yet you still regretted that it hadn’t been to Ashton.

“D’you want my advice?”

All it took from you was a slight nod, with curious eyes, that met his deep brown ones.

“Write it down, figure out how you want to articulate it, and bring it Ash, let him read it, let him understand. The worst thing he knows is not understanding, the worst thing for you guys is not sharing stuff like this.”

It made you think, because it made sense, you were just so scared of how Ashton would take it.

Max had always been around as you grew up, not in the sense that you used to be best friends, but that he was always in your peripheral vision. Until the end of high school closed in. He had started with charming his way in, with playing on all the good sides he had, all the little things he had noticed while being in your peripheral vision. After the two of you broke up, he was angry, frustrated, and perhaps a little vengeful.

So when Ashton came knocking on your door after a night out with his friends, you expected him to be fired up and ready to go out on an adventure. He wasn’t. You opened the door to a beaten and battered Ashton.

You stared at him with wide eyes and numb arms, as the door closed behind him.

“What the hell Ash? what’s happened?”

He groans as he sits down on your bed

“Some random guy came up and just started hitting me!”

Now this should have been red flag number one, but you were to caught up in trying to clean up his wounds. He was truly battered, with bruises on his ribcage, a split lip and brow. How anyone might have gotten the best of Ashton you didn’t know. And that might have been red flag number two.

“Please tell me you got some hits in too?”

You whispered as he hissed, when you dabbed the rubbing alcohol on his lip.

“Of course I did, but I can’t say I won though.”

Ashton looked down on the floor.

“Hey, you can’t win every fight you know?”

The words seemed to do little to console him, so you left a quick peck on his lip as you finished with the rubbing alcohol. Then you moved on to clean his eyebrow, where the blood had crusted. You finished up without getting the liquid in Ashton’s eye, and sat down on his lap.

“I just don’t get what he would do that for?”

Grabbing his head with both your hands, you made him look at you. The light from the sunrise hitting his hair making it look like a halo of sorts.

“You have done nothing to deserve random guys beating you up. Ok? Nothing”

It wasn’t an argument, it was reassurance, and Ashton seemed to register it. Because his hands snaked around your hips and interlaced at the back, pulling you close to him. He then leaned back, falling down on your mattress with you on top.

“Oooww, okay, that was a bad idea.”

Ashton groaned out as you looked at him with worries eyes.

“I’m fine babe, I swear. Now come on, it’s dawn and I don’t think you’ve been sleeping again.”

This time it was his eyes that held an immense worry in the beautiful hazel irises.

“Okay.”

It was the only thing you could think of to say as the both of you settled into the all to small dorm bed.

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Later that sunday you were sitting at your usual cafe, where you studied. When the chair across from you scraped over the floor, you looked up from your notes.

A blonde guy, with too familiar, green eyes was sitting across from you. Max. Your entire face turned into a scowl as you stared at him. Waiting for him to speak up.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m here?”

He asked, voice smooth as honey, slower than syrup and utterly sickening.

“I know why you’re here. You’re here to study, to make new friends and save the unsaveable, or perhaps you’re just bitter and want to fuck up my life as it is now.”

The anger in your voice was obvious, as you tried to stare him down. He was not budging though.

“C’mon, I’ve changed, I’m not the man you left anymore.”

As if to empathise what he said, he leaned forwards trying to grab your hand.

“I didn’t leave a man, I left a manipulative douche of a boy.”

You said as you pulled your hand from his clammy grip.

“That’s not fair, baby, you weren’t exactly grown up either.”

Quietly you started to pack up all your stuff, being careful so he didn’t notice. It wasn’t that hard either, considering Max never was good at paying attention.

“No I wasn’t, but I did have a moral compass, even if you clouded it sometimes.”

Just as you were about to stand up, the door dinged as another person walked into the cafe. You looked up, in fear of it being somebody who would tell Ashton. Turnes out you didn’t have to be afraid of that. The person that entered was Ashton himself.

“Y/N, what are you doing with him?”

Ashton looked like the epitome of confusion and perhaps a bit jealousy.

“Nothing, I was just leaving, do you wanna come?”

At this Max also got up, giving Ashton a smug smile, trying to put an arm around your shoulder. Quickly you took a step forwards, as his hand fell to his side. Ashton seemed to notice the fear that radiated in your body language, and reached out a hand, that you gratefully clinged on to.

“Let’s go Y/N.”

To be honest you thought, that could have gone so much worse. Until you noticed Max following you, making you tighten your grip on Ashtons hand. He looked down on you in worry, before turning around and looking at Max.

“Dude, just leave us alone.”

Ashton said as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“No, the slut needs to know where she belongs.”

Without hesitation, you let go of Ashtons right hand, as it pulled back to gain momentum, before smacking straight into Max’s face. A gross sound of bones crunching sounded through the street, as Ashton stepped away, and blood started rushing from Max’s broken nose.

“That was for me, and my girl!”

At that point you didn’t need any more flags. Because everything suddenly clicked. Max had actually, well at least tried to, beat up Ashton.

“Don’t ever fucking dare, come near us ever again, or so help me God, Max, you will be reported to the police for all the stuff you did to me. Your dad isn’t in this state to save you.”

With that you grabbed Ashtons hand, and stormed away from the scene. Shying away from the crowd of people that started to from. As soon as you reached your dorm, Ash stopped you, with furrowed brows and worried eyes, only increasing it when he saw the state you were in. Tears streamed down your face, and he though you weren’t breathing.

“Hey, what’s going on? you need to breathe angel.”

Suddenly it felt like everything was out of place again, just slightly. He wasn’t supposed to see you like this, you were supposed to be the strong, independent girl he first met. Not crying because of some blast from the past.

“I’m so sorry Ash, you need to go.”

It hurt to say it, at it hurt even more when you saw his face, so disappointed and scared.

“Please just go”

Was all that you managed to choke out. And when he left, he slammed the door in frustration, which caused you to jump in fright.

iii

After leaving your dorm, Ashton went back to his apartment, that he rented with his three best friends.

“Thank god you’re back, I really need my coffee right now”

Calum came from around the corner, the two other boys following closely behind him, having heard the door slam. They don’t expect to see Ashton as much in disarray as he is. His hair stood up in every direction, and his eyes never stopped searching the place. As if looking for something. It caused them to stop. All of them saw the lack of coffee, but none of them knew how to ask.

“What’s going on, bro?”

The words come from Calum and finally Ashton meets his eyes.

“I don- she asked me to leave?”

Ashton spoke as if he couldn’t believe what had happened. And finally, the tears fell from his eyes. First a single one and the more.

“I- I think she might have had a panic attack. And she asked me to leave, I just don’t get it.”

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That night he didn’t sleep. All he did was sit in the kitchen trying to put everything together, to figure out what he had done wrong. Maybe he had been too much when he figured out that the Max dude knew Y/N, or maybe you didn’t like him being violent, but nothing made sense.

Ashton is still awake at 5:46 when someone knocks at the door. He does not think of the time, or the fact that any normal person would use the bell. So he opens the door, and finds his angel standing there, in one of his old hoodies and ripped skinny jeans.

“Hi”

Your voice was shy, and barely above a whisper. You even had your glasses on, and Ashton couldn’t stop himself. His face melted into a smile, and he reached out a hand and pulled you into the apartment. He really wanted to hug you, but stopped himself, unsure of where the two of you stood.

“Hey, Angel”

The way she fiddled with her hands, he could tell something was on her mind. Quickly he decided he should let her tell him when she’s ready.

“You want some tea? I think we still have some from the last time you were here.”

All she did was nod, and look around the place. Ashton took the lead into the kitchen, and started making some tea.

“I was gonna give you this letter, but I think it’s better if we talk.”

He turned to look at your nervous expression, and could tell by the wrinkle in between your brows that you really didn’t want to.

“Okay, cause I have some questions I would like to ask, but, you can talk to me too, you know that right? relationships are a two way street.”

He said before letting her continue.

“Yeah, I’m starting to realise.”

Ashton handed you the now finished cup of tea, and lead the way to the sofa.

“Who was that guy?”

You can feel the bitter smile on your lips, along with a cold laugh.

“My ex. My dickhead ex.”

Now it’s Ashtons turn to feel a bitter feeling growing in his chest.

“He was this really self- entitled asshole, and his dad was a cop in my old hometown, I really thought I was through with him, but it doesn’t seem like that.”

Carefully took the tea cup from your hand, and put it on the coffee table, before he laced his fingers with yours.

“He started out really sweet, but when we got further into the relationship, he wanted me to cut contact with all of my friends, especially the guys. But I didn’t, so he hit me, and it was only once, it isn’t a big deal. But when I went to the police station, his dad was there, He just shook his head at me, even though he saw the bruise on my eye. So I broke up with Max and moved here.”

You didn’t notice the tears that streamed down your face, but once Ashton brushed them away, it all felt okay, a little less bad and misplaced.

“Hey, you know, a lot of things could have happened, but the fact that you got away, the fact that you are here,is so much more important than your past. And I’ll help you no matter what happens.”

At that point you didn’t want to hold back anymore, you were tired and grateful.

“Sleep with me?”

A content expression covered his face, as he lay down and pulled you down in front of him on the couch. Then he pulled a blanket over the both of you, before whispering quietly.

“I love you.”

You grabbed the back of his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and whispered back.

“Love you too, so much.”

-----

The next morning Calum is the first to wake up. He spent some time on his phone, before getting out of bed, and walking into the living room. The sight that met him was not what he was expecting. Cause on the sofa lay Ashton and Y/N spooning, and looking very soft.

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Chicago - 1923

It was a cold, crisp evening in February. The snow blew in the harsh wind, cutting the skin like a knife. Women struggled to trudge up the sidewalk, turning up the collars of their fur coats over their eyes.

Ian Carter, from the comfort of his automobile, laughed as he lit up a cigar. “Ya’ imagine walkin’ in this, Chet?” he asked one of his goons.

“Ech. No way...” The sleazy right-hand shook his head.

“Come on boss,” said his driver. “Don’t ya’ feel a little sorry for em’?”

“I aint got no sympathy for a dame in a mink coat. She can afford not to walk, she’s just too stupid. Or proud... I’ll tell ya’ who I feel sorry for... Them,” He pointed out the window. A handful of people stood at the corner. This particular corner was well known to a certain segment of society. “Hookers and Gunsels... Them’s the ones with no choice.”

“Ya’ got a big heart, boss.”

“I do. Don’t I?” Ian agreed, leaning back in his seat. “Speaking of my big heart, after dinner I’ve got a certain act of, uhh, charity... I wanna conduct over on 11th. If you know what I mean.”

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“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“I’m sure you don’t....” Max answered, a little more snippy then he intended. He hated cleaning up after these drunks! But he knew he had to help with the family business... And earn money other ways... Prohibition had not been kind to his family. His grandfather’s Australian style pub had been a huge hit when he’d first come over, but the outlawing of alcohol had nearly sent them all to the poor house. Max had been wearing the same stained old work shirt for a year now. Maybe longer. And those thugs... Those thugs who sold his father hooch at jacked up prices and threatened him and skimmed his earnings...! Those dogs got to live the high life! It made Max’s blood boil! He didn’t even notice how rough he was suddenly scrubbing the table. Shaking his head, he threw the rag back into the bucket and went to get some clean water.

As he was filling his bucket, he heard a sudden commotion. He raced out from the back. It was those goons! Coming to threaten his father again. “Hey!” Max called. “Leave him alone!” He tried pulling his dad back, out of their grip but it was no use.

“Max, please, stay out of this...” His father begged.

“No! I’m not gonna let them hurt you again!”

“Ya’ think yer tough, daffy boy?” One goon asks. Max was about to make a smart remark when he found his face inches away from the end of a switchblade.

“Don’t!” His father cried.

Max was just frozen in place.

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“Oh Man! That was some good corn!”

“Right here,” Ian instructed his driver. “I want this place for myself...” He adjusted his jacket before stepping inside. His chest puffed out and his men on either side of him. He didn’t expect to step into the middle of a commotion.

“Hey!” he shouted. His loud booming voice enough to intimidate the two goons.

“Shit...” One mumbled.

“Hey...” The other spoke up. “This place is Vinny’s territory.”

“Not anymore it aint. Now make tracks. Unless the two of you want a couple of Chicago overcoats, huh?”

“Vinny’ll hear about this...” One threatened as they left.

“Yeah. Tell him all about it...” Ian turned back to the owner. “You okay?”

The younger one, he just shook his head and looked down.

“What kid, no thank you?” Ian teased. But the boy turned around and walked away.

Max just wanted all of these types of people out of his life. Though he knew that was impossible as long as his family was on the wrong side of the law. He sat down at an empty table. Running his hands through his hair, he let out a deep exhale. He took a cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips. But as luck would have it, he was out of matches.

“Need a light?”

Max looked up. It was him. “Go away.”

Ian didn’t respond. As usual, Ian did what he pleased. Taking a seat beside Max he lit his cigarette for him with his lighter.

Max took a puff, raising an irritated eyebrow at the man. The smoke billowing around his delicate features.

“Look,” Ian said. “I just wanna talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t wanna talk to you.”

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Max’s face fell. “No,” he hissed in a stern voice.

“Sure I do,” Ian went on. Flashing his famous smile. “Up on the street corner. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like yours.”

Max clenched his teeth, narrowing his eyes at Ian. “You’re making fun of me!?” He slammed his hand down on the table. “That how rich cunts get their kicks?”

“No, no. You’ve got me all wrong.” Ian placed his hand over Max’s. “It’s not like that. I just mean, you work so hard. For your family. I wanna help you.”

“Help me? I don’t...”

“Look. I know Vinny cut your pops a bad deal. Sendin’ his chopper squad around here. And, well... I just can’t stand to see human suffering.”

Max rolled his eyes. “Sure...”

“What do you charge up there? 25? 30 cents a go?”

“Kick off...!” Max pulled his hand away, his voice cracking.

Shit... Ian wasn’t trying to upset the little daisy.... “Hey, hey. Shh.. Shh...” He grabbed the spindle of Max’s chair with one hand and pulled it closer. Their two seats now practically touching. “I’m just saying, you shouldn’t have to do that.”

“Why the hell would you care!?” Max shouted in a whisper. Obviously this was not the kind of conversation he wanted anyone to overhear.

“Because...” Ian’s eyes shifted back and forth. He looked around the room before leaning in closer. His own voice dropping to a whisper as well. “What’s your name?”

“Max...” he whispered back. Still annoyed, but confused on top of it.

“Max...” Ian leaned in closer. Whispering softly into Max’s ear. “You’re hiding something... Well, so am I...” He ran his hand up Max’s thigh, causing him to jump. He squeezed it, less than an inch away from touching his crotch. Max’s breath hitched in his throat. “More than just how you bring in the dough... Am I onto something...?”

Max didn’t answer.

“You got thoughts in your head. And feelings. And you try and hide em’. But it’s hard, aint it Max?” Ian’s soft whisper. His breath against his ear. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He bit down on his lip. “I’m the same way...” Max’s dick twitched. He cursed himself silently. Crossing his legs, Ian retracted his hand.

“W-what are you going on about....?”

“I want to make you an offer.”

“What...?” He turned to look at him.

“How would you like to never work again? What if you could have everything you ever wanted? Just come home with me. You’ll have everything you could ever need.”

Max’s eyes studied Ian for a moment, before he pursed his lips and leaned away. “I am not interested in being your sex slave.”

“No,” Ian laughed. “Dollface. Ya’ got it all wrong. You don’t gotta do anything. You don’t even have to touch me.”

Max raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t make sense of this guy. Nothing in this world was for free. Max had learned that long ago.

“I just want someone around. Someone I can relate to. To talk to... To... Look at... To...” He struggled to articulate it. “...Keep me company.”

“That’s really all you want...?”

“Swear to God.”

Max was silent for a moment. He seriously considered the man’s offer. Who didn’t want to live the high life? Be one of the lucky ones? Of course it was tempting... But these were thugs. They were dangerous. And if Max had learned anything it was that they were not to be trusted. And besides... “My family needs me.”

“You’re family’ll be safer than they ever were before.”

“How so?”

“Look. That’s what I came here for in the first place. This speakeasy here. This is valuable territory to me. I want it. And that’s all I want. Me and my boys will protect your family. And we’ll give em’ a fair price on the merchandise. And I don’t need no cut.”

“Well, I find that all a little hard to believe.”

“Max. All I’m interested in is taking this place out of the control of that putz. That’s my only motivation.”

“Oh really? It seemed more like you were here to chat me up.”

“You? Nah. You’re just a little bonus,” Ian flashed him that smile of his again. “You in or...”

“Well... I...”

“You look awful hungry. You know I just had this real nice steak and toast. But hell... I could eat again...”

Max frowned. What a sleeze-ball. Max lived entirely off of soup. And even that had been tight lately.... This guy was using everything he could against him. But... What an offer... He could only imagine the way these guys ate. And did he really mean that? He wouldn’t have to touch him? Not do anything at all? It didn’t make any sense. He couldn’t really just be lonely. What if this was all some kind of trick? What if they killed him? Max couldn’t really think of any reason they would have to do that. But these were thugs. Maybe they just got their jollies off that way. But then again... Ian hadn’t hurt anyone... He hadn’t threatened anyone. Maybe Max had them pegged all wrong. After all, he and his family made their money illegally too... Besides. Going home to a leftover pot of broth was not appealing. He couldn’t live in regret over such an oppurtunity. Even if Ian was a phoney, he could at least see for himself. “Umm... Well... Maybe I’ll give it a go. A small go. But if I change my mind... You’ve gotta bring me right back home. As soon as I ask, got it?”

“Of course. You’re a free bird, Max.”

“Well then, I suppose I accept your offer. For now.”

Ian grinned and held out his hand, which Max shook. Was he making a huge mistake...?

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