#i wanted an excuse to make eiffel say that

[chocostrwberry]

Sentimaggedon!!

Sentimonster designs I came up with bc I was thinking about Argos’s debut in my AU! Bc I’m dumb and I haven’t thought too deep about him as a character to the story yet-

They were originally suppose to all be based on the seven deadly sins, especially Gasumptious (gluttony) and Elvy (envy). But I also wanted to branch into maybe Felix’s other hidden emotions, like his deep love for Kagami and his fear of being replaced by Adrien (Bride and Athazagora).

Argos becomes an official enemy when Dragonbug tells him they need to be destroyed. He defends them, saying they’re just “infants” and can learn how to behave properly with time. But a frustrated and exhausted Dragonbug she tells him they aren’t like humans and are created for one purpose: to serve and destroy. This hits home with Argos, and he develops a fear and hatred for Ladybug and swears his loyalty to Madame Morphisa afterwards in order to take her down and prove just how monstrous he can be.

I’m still kinda trying to find a way to make this concept work in my au. He promised to serve her in exchange for the peacock miraculous, and she wants him to use it to take Ladybug’s miraculous. In a novice attempt, he might have just starting creating multiple sentimonsters that he thought were harmless enough (something she did NOT expect), but they quickly spiraled out of control. It’s much easier to make sentimonsters based on others emotions, because you can predict which one you will create it off of. But instead, he chose his own, which makes it more difficult to tell how the sentimonster will act. I think it would show the aspect that these creatures do have a mind of their own, compared to previous Mayura sentimonsters who were easily controlled by their akumas!!

Red Moon

Red Moon is obviously already canon, but her power is instead hypnosis. If you get caught in her light, you stop whatever you are doing to stare at her. The streets of Paris become like a statue exhibit: countless of unlucky citizens are bathing in her glow, staring at the beauty of the red moon.

Gasumptious

As he devours, Gasumptious grows bigger and bigger. He’ll eat anything, so beware! After finishing most of the city, Gasumptious sits atop the Eiffel Tower and gnaws on its metal posts.

Elvy

Elvy lives in the sewers. She can control water and uses it to drain you of happy memories, which she keeps in floating green orbs and guards for herself.

It’s so silly to me how the manifestation of Felix’s jealousy of Adrien is fought and defeated by Chat Noir, who is Adrien ehehehheeh.

She also sounds like a Pokémon!! Probably like a Lapras, or the one that trills really pretty

Athazagora

A timid creature, Athazagora took over the catacombs, and hides in the shadows. You can hear the creaking and rattling of its wooden limbs in the dark as it stalk you. If you can’t escape, it envelops you in its cloak of darkness, never to be seen again.

Bride

The supposed advisor of Argos. She never leaves his side, and is always whispering something in his ear. To protect Argos, she showcases her ability to turn her arm into a long spear/sword, incredible strength and mobility, and that her body is made of an indestructible crystal.

Plus, he can make multiple sentimonsters bc he’s a sentihuman himself (Other people can’t. You can only make one, kind of like how the Butterfly miraculous can only Akumatize one person at a time, unless they share an object. Current excuse I’m going with that makes semi-sense HEHEHE) . So Lila totally wants to use that to her own advantage!

Ofc he fails, but she’s impressed with his resolve (and the lengths he was willing to go, albeit unintentionally), especially after sharing her goal of destroying Ladybug. Lila was feeling the effects of unification and now has a willing minion to do her bidding whenever she pleases.

If I decide to go with this plot, Lila has to end up forgetting Felix because of the curse. But she doesn’t care: all she really needs is Argos. I might need to retcon her revenge against Felix because of this but idm! It wasn’t very important to the plot anyways!

I was considering having Dragonbug in this episode, since she could use Perfection to snipe Red Moon out of the sky! The lucky charm would be like a wand that creates a sticky translucent web to keep the sentimonsters secure so they can go find their amoks.

And a sentimonster I never ended up including, Ava. I just didn’t have a reason to put her in there but I liked the yin and yang style of her design!!

[malum-forev]

jealousy, jealousy

Summary: You're usually someone who preaches love but there's something about a new recruit that makes your blood boil.

Jealousy isn’t part of your vocabulary, it never has. So when you started dating Bucky you assumed it wouldn’t be a problem. Of course you noticed the widened eyes and hushed words people- men and women alike, Buck’s got game left and right- whenever the two of you would walk into restaurants. When you started pointing it out to him, he would always say: “It’s not cause they like my looks sweets, they’re afraid of me.”

Maybe at first that was the case but definitely not now, the public’s perception of Bucky turned positive. From terrifying Winter Soldier close all your doors to I’ll set my house on fire just to get a look at Daddy Sarge.

And there wasn’t anyone who loved teasing him about it more than you. Some nights, whenever he’s been especially annoying you would search his tag on twitter and read what people post about him. His cheeks would burst red and he would bring the comforter up to his face.

“Could you please stop with that!” He groaned but a smile tugged at his lips. “You know it gives me a weird feeling!”

“I would love to see the Eiffel Tower, they say Paris is beautiful this time of year. @BuckyBarnes @SamWilson.” You giggled as you brought your phone closer to your boyfriend.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Do I even want to know what that means?”

“It’s-well- kind of when you-“ You pursed your lips and made a triangle shape with your hands. Maybe a visual aid would help?

Bucky grabbed both of your hands and brought them to his lips. “Can you please put me out of my misery?”

But today was very different, it had been for a few weeks now. There was something about the new brunette agent that rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was that she was currently rubbing Bucky’s bicep. 

Jealousy does not exist in my world. My happiness comes from within me. There is no jealousy in true love. 

You repeated this over and over in your head, raising the speed on the treadmill and focusing on the windows in front of you. You were not going to focus on the fact that there was a hot pink nail polish wearing agent openly flirting with your boyfriend. Definitely not focusing on that. 

Your heartbeat started to rush as you kept on running, seeing red. No mantra was enough, you wanted problems. You were going to go up to her and pin her down on the floor until she was patting on the mat, taking her last brea-

“You okay?” Natasha asked, placing her hand on your lower back to stabilize your body as she lowered the speed on the treadmill. “It looks like you’re trying to challenge the speed of light over here.”

You took a deep breath to calm your anger and looked at the redhead with a smile. “I’m trying to get rid of all my- you can call it extra energy.”

Natasha threw her head back with a laugh. “Bucky training the new recruits?”

“This hasn’t happened before, I’m usually very chill about everything. But there’s something about this one.” You said, forcing your eyes onto Natasha’s instead of behind you. Where they were now about to start sparring. 

Natasha’s eyes traveled from yours to behind you. “If that’s the problem then I strongly suggest you don’t look now.”

You turned your head just enough to see the young recruit asking for your boyfriends hand to stand up, putting her other hand on his shoulder as she came up. You heard her giggle as she draped her arm over his shoulder and started complimenting his new shorter haircut. But the thing that threw you over the edge was how she placed her palm against the back of his neck. 

“Excuse me.” You said to Natasha, ripping open the pocket on the left side of her tactical suit and taking out one of the small knives you knew she hid. “I just need to borrow this for a second.”

Before Natasha could even get a word out you planted both of your feet on the gym floor and sent the knife flying in between Bucky and the new agent’s face and landed on the wall behind them. Bucky leaned back a little as he felt the air rushing when the knife passed him, turning to face you with a stupid smug smile. The recruit on the other hand, fell to the floor and clutched her chest. 

Nat tried and failed to swallow her laugh.

You brushed past Bucky and the agent, who was still on the floor. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“You should really work on your aim. Someone could have gotten hurt.” She shot you an annoyed look as you un-stabbed the wall. 

You turned on your heel and debated your answer. 

Actions speak louder than words. You thought. 

Without breaking eye contact with the woman, you sent the knife flying right to the spot next to her head. With no effort the blade stuck to the foam flooring. 

“I have perfect aim.” You smiled walking past Bucky who was biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his smile.

“Are we still on for dinner Sweets?” Bucky asked, the sides of his lips curving upwards. 

“7:30, don’t be late.” You said without turning to him. 

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Part 2: jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Wanna read more like this? Here’s my latest post. 💖

Author's Note: Kinda short but I hope you guys liked it! As always my requests are always open!! Be sure to comment, like and reblog if you like!!💖💖🦾

[xyziiix]

𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘋 ~ 𝘑.𝘗 & 𝘚.𝘙

PAIRINGS: Captain John Price X Female!Reader X Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

WARNINGS: SMUT - this is pure porn u guys - MMF threesome, unprotected P in V (wrap it please for the love of god) spanking, ROUGH GHOST, Price being an arsehole, being fucked over a desk, Eiffel Tower 😏, oral (m!receiving), creampie, kinda degrading.

A/N: I heard your pleas you little horndogs. You ask and you shall receive. (Sorry it’s a lil rushed and — surprise surprise, not proof read yet)

[could be read as a part 2 to ARDOUR, could also be read by itself)

It was Price that had noticed it first.

Of course he had. He was regardful. Observant.

He noticed it first a few days after you’d returned to base from Urizakstan. The way the Lieutenant’s eyes would linger on you when you were talking or just suddenly appeared — breathing life into the room, as you usually did. And it wasn’t just in a way one would be respectably paying attention to someone whilst they were speaking or doing something to gather their attention — No. it was the way his eyes — ones that always seemed devoid of emotion — would follow your body when you moved around, would watch you like a predator stalking it’s prey. Price recognised the look in his eyes.

Because that’s how he also looked at you.

While the situation you and Price were in was… delicate — and would definitely rouse misplaced reactions by the people in your place of work — he thought the idea of another man looking at you the way Ghost did would’ve angered him. Made him jealous. Irrational.

But for some reason it didn’t irk him as he thought it would.

And it wasn’t long after that he figured out Simon knew about you two. Perhaps the way Ghost seemed to be more observant and more silent than usual when the two of you were normally interacting with each other in front of the task force — keeping it strictly professional while you weren’t in the privacy with only each other. So that’s how Price figured he knew. Why would he be acting odd — even more than usual — about the two of you simply talking in the same room as everyone? It was like he knew a secret, a dirty secret.

Turns out he did.

In that battered down, sad excuse of a safe house in the Urzikstan dessert, it turns out not everyone was asleep that night while your Captain decided to fuck you.

You two had hidden it well — he’d give you both credit for that — so it was safe to say it had genuinely surprised him when he saw the sight in front of him that night. He was careful. Quiet. Like a ghost. Sticking to the shadows and moving silently — which was very surprising considering the Lieutenant’s looming height.

He had heard the noises — your noises — and it was obvious they were trying to be muffled. At first, he’d immediately thought of danger, that’s why he had been cautious to approach instead of just bursting into the room.

He remembers the feeling of his chest tightening in realisation when he saw what he saw. Price’s back was to Ghost — laying on his side on the ground. He couldn’t get a good look at your face, but he could see the glow of perspiration from the moonlight shining through the thin glass pane window and onto the dewy skin of your bare leg draped over Price’s thigh. Even just the silver of soft skin and the sound of your singing being trapped into the Captain’s palm had Simon hard, his pants tightening in his groin area — other than that he remained completely silent, even his breathing seemed nonexistent as he just watched the two of you. He didn’t even touch himself either, just watched. Like he thought if he looked away for a moment then the image of you like this would be gone.

But now it had been burned into his memory. The sounds you made. The soft and supple flesh of your thigh. And even the way your dainty hand had grabbed onto Price’s arm when he made you come. He wondered if you’d make those noises for him — except he wouldn’t muffle them with his palm. No. He’d want you to let everything out, every scream, every cry, every wanton moan while he fucked you dumb with his cock.

Price had brought up his observation of the Lieutenant one night a few weeks later. Both of you basking in the afterglow of sex in your rooms in the barracks.

“Simon.” He started simply, and you had turned to look at him quizzically.

“What about him?”

“Think he knows.”

Somewhere between then and now, you had discussed the possibility of this. To say you were very surprised when Price was the one that suggested Simon fucking you was an understatement. It wasn’t that Price wanted to be sexual with Ghost — as sexy as that would’ve been to see — he liked the idea of watching him fuck you. He couldn’t explain why, but just something that had been brewing in the back of his mind.

You had told Price that he wouldn’t have wanted that — that he was a closed off person who was hard to read, how could John have possibly conjured up that assumption that Simon was attracted to you?

Well, your captain always liked proving you wrong.

Because here you were, bent over the expanse of John’s desk — the desk you’d already had the pleasant experience of being bent over, laid atop of, and sat underneath while you sucked his cock as he sat in the desk chair — only this time it was infact, Lieutenant Simon Riley plowing into you with his intimidatingly large cock.

His grip on your hips was borderline painful — but it hurt so good. You worried he may make the desk topple over with how hard he was thrusting into you. You’d never been this stretched open before — feeling the too much, too full feeling of his dick inside of you, the blunt head of his length kissing the plug of your cervix with each steady but strong buck of his hips.

The masked man’s gaze was set of the globes of your arse, how the flesh rippled when his hips met yours, how every time it did so he got a glimpse of your little puckered hole — fuck, he wanted to fuck you there as well. But, he didn’t want to push his luck just yet. The only noises to be heard in Price’s office was skin meeting skin, the sound of your small cries and whimpers of ecstasy. You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it was rather pathetic — your moans eventually interjecting through the room.

That’s when Price had changed his mind about just watching you. He had been painfully hard the last 15 minutes from having watched you already come on Ghost’s cock, your eyes glassy and lips red raw from biting them as you gripped onto the table for dear life. You didn’t even register him standing in front of you until you heard the sound of metal teeth being zipped open as well as the buckle of his belt.

“Gotta keep you quiet, love.” He excused with a chuckle while sliding his cock between your lips.

You really did have to keep quiet. And though the door was locked anyone walking by would’ve heard you — being fucked by your lieutenant while your captain watched.

You tried to focus on hollowing your cheeks around John’s cock. But you were utterly cock drunk, already feeling another powerful orgasm building in the pit of you abdomen while Simon continued to fuck you. Price had obviously noticed you struggling — as the bastard seemed to notice everything, he’d smugly remind you — so he had gathered your hair, using it to lift your head up as he started to fervently fuck your throat.

If you thought you felt impossibly full then you were beyond stuffed now, your jaw slack as John fucked your face and your pussy stretched almost painfully wide around Simon’s cock.

Ghost let out a prolonged, raspy breath when he felt you squeezing his dick in a vice. And in return, one of his hands left your hips in order to collect both your wrists with his single, calloused palm, pining them to your lower back as he fucked you impossibly harder, his pace quickening a little. His other palm landing a smack to your sore asscheeks — a crack of palm meeting flesh sounding in the office.

“Look at you, eh?” Price spoke, his tone annoyingly steady despite your mouth gliding up and down his cock. “Being fucked by your superiors. What would everyone make of you?” He asked with a gruff chuckle — and obviously you couldn’t answer.

About several moments later you felt yourself tumbling into another fierce climax, all but crying around John’s cock as your abused cunt squeezed Simon pitifully — which rewarded you with another slap to your rear, the skin red raw.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon grunted lowly — that adding to the short list of words he’d actually spoken this whole time.

Your arse hurt, your wrists hurt, your jaw hurt — your fucking pussy hurt — but you didn’t want it to stop, ever.

John pulled his cock out of your mouth, his dick coated in a mix of saliva and precum. His hand still buried in your hair — keeping your head up. Your neck hurt as well.

“Such a good girl.” Price praised as he bent his knees a little to see your face better, a smug smile curling his lips at the tears staining your flushed cheeks. “He makin’ you feel good?” He asks, there’s an edge to his voice.

The Lieutenant — being so full of surprises tonight — pushes his hand under you. The rough pad of his thumb cruelly flicking your clit. Your body seizing forward, a sharp cry escaping your lips while Simon still held your wrists pinned behind you.

When your eyes had widened at the overstimulating sensation, John had mirror your expression — but mockingly. “You like being used like this don’t you?”

You could only moan in response — unable to form a coherent thought let alone sentence.

Price tapped your cheek, your eyes focusing back on his smug face. “Asked you a question, love.” He reminded you. Arsehole.

“Yeah-“ you managed to babble out, your words shaking in tandem with your body, John’s smile curled into a Cheshire Cat grin — his goatee lifting.

“Yeah, you do.” He repeated.

Neither men had lasted much long after that. Price had gone back to fucking your face while Simon was relentlessly pounding into you. Your third orgasm was — quite literally — breath taking, it felt like your skin was on fire, yet numb at the same time. You definitely couldn’t feel your legs. Ghost came first, burying himself all the way to the hilt before spilling hot ropes of come inside of you with a groan — so much that it leaked out of you in a dribble of pearly white, you had let out a pathetic whine when he pulled out — the empty feeling had you quivering around nothing.

Price came a few moments later, filling your mouth with his salty spend before you swallowed it all. It tickled your raw throat.

Ghost had left soon after, not that he was ignorant in checking up on you, but because he knew that wasn’t his place to do so — not yet anyway. He had helped you up from the desk though, soothing his hands up and down your waist before Price took over. He had shared a look with you — his eyes saying everything his mouth wouldn’t.

@tapioca-marzipan @kanyewestburnbook @darksxder @louve-barnes @emodanoriddler @imonmykneessir @nightingal3-tales @ghost-2513 @fruitymoonbeams-blog

I tagged the ppl who commented on ARDOUR, if your name isn’t in grey then it wouldn’t let me tag you x

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[sinning-23]

Twice the Fun (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

Because i need them both in a way that is concern to feminism and they could literally do whatever they wanted to me (respectfully) ahem. This ones for my sick, freak, nasty, touch-starved bitches It's really just prn with A LITTLE plot yall and a little more attention to detail.

18+ DUH?!

Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, choking, biting, scratching, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, spanking, double penetration (holy shit this is a lot even for me lol)

Hope yall enjoy (smut is a bit of a specialty of mine)

PART 2 HERE

Ps. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY SPELLING ERRORS!

What were you truly meant to do? Turn down the pair to try and make yourself look like less of a slut than you really were? Well, slut was kind of harsh. We'll say, more sexually inclined.

Yeah, that sounds classier.

Anyway, when Sanji and Zoro approached you in a more physical than verbal way, you couldn't decide whether or not you should say no to try and keep up an image they already saw past, or simply let them Eiffel Tower you. How the hell did you end up in this predicament in the first place???

___3 days ago___

You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you nudge the man beside you. You didn't quite care if he woke up or not, you'd just go to your other 'friends' room to fulfill your insatiable need for dick...and love and affection...but of course, Sanji didn't know that...and neither did Zoro and hell you'd like to keep it that way.

Perfectly balanced...sorta. Part of you feels bad though, you do love him...and Zoro too but damn it you just had to have them both. And with the way that two bicker and act like they can't stand each other, there was a fat chance you'd get your wish.

You nudge Sanji again, pressing soft kisses to his temple, and brushing his hair out of his face. He stirs, eyes slightly opening to reveal a set of lovely blues.

"Good morning. Pussy put you to sleep?" You tease, seeing him smile in recollection of the events of the night prior.

"Its not nice to tease." He groans, sitting up on his elbows and forearms to kiss your lips.

Its sweet, your heart stuttering with guilt. You know he loves you but this whole thing was supposed to be no strings attached. You pull away, noticing a brief hurt behind those eyes you just stared so lustfully into hours ago.

"Hurry up, youve got breakfast to make and I'm pretty sure someones getting a bit suspicious. You chuckle, pointing to the alarm clock.

He swears, shuffling a bit faster to find his briefs, dress pants, and shirt in a hurry. He doesnt forget to kis your temple before he leaves though.

"Come to my room again tonight, yeah?" He asks, and you nod. How could you not?

When you're sure he's long gone, you hide your face in your palms, groaning deeply before gazing into the mirror. Shit...he marked you up worse than before. You roll your eyes, that funny butterfly feeling filling up your stomach again. Damn him for making you love him. This wasn't the first time you'd have to cover up hickeys and it wouldn't be the last.

Your shoes echo down the hall a bit as you pass zoro's room now, curiosity getting the best of you. You crack the door open and there he is, pulling on that same old tan shirt over that damn gorgeous body.

"Good morning." You hum, slipping in and closing the door behind you.

He doesn't respond back, only nods in your direction. Zoro was more...blunt with these things. He thought he'd almost gotten perfect at hiding how he was feeling from you, but you had already clawed your way up and over the walls he put up. Essentially you could see right through him.

Before he can protest about you not knocking, you've got your arms around him in a hug, one he definitely needed seeing as he missed your touch far more than he would admit out loud. In his head, you were his girl. All his. He knew it wasn't true, this...whatever this was, being nothing more than a beneficial friendship. You weren't really his and it tore him up inside. He knows he loves you, but damn it if he admits it.

"Missed me? I see that look in your eyes Roro." You tease, knowing the nick name bothers him in th best way.

"I wish you would quit calling me that." He responds, letting his arms wrap around you to return the embrace, his chin resting atop your head. He needed you bad.

"Coming here tonight? Or do I have to drag you from your quarters to mine?" He smirks, making you laugh and bury your face in his chest. Gods he loved your laugh.

"How could I not?" You respond, swallowing a bit hard, knowing you were wrong for that.

Double booking a dick appointment was a big NO-NO. This leaves too much opportunity for one to find out about the other. But in hindsight, would that really be so bad? You wanted and loved them both, and being sneaky was starting to weigh on your conscience despite not being in an actual relationship with either of them.

"You alright?" He asks, cupping your face with his free hand. You drank up moments like these, it was truly a privilege to see the softer side of Zoro.

You nod, kissing him quick before making your leave.

The rest of the crew is already up and working on odds and ins of the ship. You managed your end of the chores, first mopping, then tying knots, and lastly laundry. You chatted with Nami, hoping a village is coming up soon but no luck.

Damn, the day had really gotten away from you. The sun was already setting and your heart sank to the pit of your goddamn stomach. It's sunset...which means night is right around the corner...

Oh fuck.

You scramble off the front deck and head straight to your quarters, skillfully dodging both Sanji and Zoro, who you had managed to have run into each other instead of you. Bad idea, because if you knew anything about Sanji, it's that he had a funny way of letting things slip rather sneakily. And if you knew anything about Zoro, its that he would easily catch a slick comment, and match it.

You lock your door, pacing back and forth in hopes of coming up with a plan. The truth? Yeah maybe tell the truth! You swallow your pride, taking a deep breath, only to head a kock at your door. Oh god. Your hands tremble, that sickly nervous feeling seeping into your pores. Its hot in here.

"Hey honey, um, how about we reschedule to tomorrow?" Sanji hums, something...off in his tone.

You pull the door open, that same facade over your face. You swallow, nodding at him in response.

"I see. I mean yeah we can. Something come up?" You ask, eyes shifting all over. You can bring yourself to keep direct contact with him and damn he can tell. You could've sworn that you saw someone turn the corner...was that Zoro. Nevermind that. Apparently, Sanji had said something to you but you hadn't heard it you were panicking so damn much.

"Uhh sure. You okay?" He questions, more smug than anything. He knows...

__2 days ago___

It was far too quiet for your liking. Sanji seemed to avoid you...and so did Zoro. Well, not really avoid you. In all honestly you were paranoid and reading into everything. You had FABULOUS intuition so when the energy was out of wack it went straight to your head.

They know. They have to. There's no way they don't. The two of them had gotten a lot bolder you noticed. It was all so clear to you. They were...competing almost. Zoro would leave his hand on your hip, and Sanji would roll his eyes. Sanji would pull your hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of your face when you were cleaning? Zoro would scoff and move on.

Okay, so they definitely knew. Now they were playing the "She likes me more game." That was the least of your concerns. If anything you were drinking up the attention. What you really wanted to know, was how they had found out about each other...the ship is small so that doesn't help the situation.

Today, you managed to find yourself in the kitchen while both your blonde and green-headed sneaky links were ALSO in the vicinity. You swallow hard, bidding them a good day whilst making your way to the fridge, which Sanji usually keeps locked up otherwise Luffy would get in it.

"Sanji, um, the key please." You ask, clearing your throat as the two seemed to watch your every move.

He smiles, stepping beside you, his hand trailing from your waist to the curve of your ass. He's grinning the whole time, his eyes cutting to Zoro before squatting down, using your leg as a means to steady himself to retrieve the well-hidden, key. His fingers dance over your thighs and inwards, just barely brushing over the crotch of your shorts. You yelp, tensing when Zoro gives a slight 'tch'

Sanji stands, plopping the piece of metal in your hand before returning to the stove from whence he came.

"Thanks." You rasp, fianlly feeling a pinh at ease before oepenign the fridge.

Too bad the peace only lasted for two seconds, becuse right when you had cracked it open, Zoro was already behind you, reaching for his desnated bottle of alcohol, his hand right at your waist, just where Sanji's had been.

Instead of squatting however, down to more or less 'politely' show ownership of you, Zoro opts to wind his hand back as far as possible.

SMACK

You yelp louder, steadying yourself agaisn the fridge as you moan at the sting. There was no doubt there was a bit of a mark again toyu melenated skin now. Zoro only grins, all too smug at Sanji's enraged expression.

"Thats it. You just have no sense of respect do you." Sanji argues, Zoro standing a bit taller now.

If you hadn't been squeezed between the two now, they'd surely be chest to chest. Your body is beginning to betray you, heat flooding your face and between your thighs. This wasn't about them. This was about you and who you liked more...They each wanted your attention. Rightfully so, I mean not only were you a sweetheart with a smart mouth but that mouth could do a lot more than just talk shit. And either one of them would be happy to accept death between your thighs.

"If you knew anythign at all, youd kne she likes a little desrespect." Zoro shoots back, your eyes widening.

"If you knew anything you'd know she likes being treated like a princess." Sanji scoffs.

"Lets not talk about me like im not here-"

You're cut off when they shoot that same look your way. A look you'd seen one to many times, bent over, facing a conveniently placed mirror...or wit your back against the matress, one of them over you while your legs cramp up from being so close to your chest.

Damn fr two guys who seemingly didn't 'get alog' they sure had a lot in common.

In the heat fo the argument, you slide pst the pair and out of the kitchen. Unfortunetly for you, a head of orage just happened to be outside and heard part of the last three statements.

"I dont even want to knw what or how you're gonna get out of this. Youll figure it out." Nami half encourages as you groan.

Is that what good pussy did to a mf? Start wars?! It blew your mind but you had less than a few seconds process to the situation. Before you could even realize what was happening, Zoro exited the kitchen and scope you up. And right behim him was a very serious, looking Sanji....

oh you’re so screwed.

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Authors note: HI YALLL ok so this one’s been sitting in the drafts for literally I wanna say a half a year now lmao uhhhhh let me know if you’d like to be tagged for pt.2 that’s where all the HOT SHIT HAPPENS! Anyway love you all! Drink water lol

[wilbursprincess]

Wilbur with a reader who’s scared of heights??

bonus if it takes place during the tommyinnit Eiffel Tower vlog

“Just Breathe, Darling, Don’t Look Down”

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None! Wholesome comfort fluff <3

As much as headcannons would’ve been faster to write, this one is amazing and deserving of a full story! (And it also gives me an excuse to watch the vlog again lol).

Fic below cut!

“The Simons family actually built this,” Tommy lies in a smooth voice as he walks across the viewing platform of the Eiffel Tower, Philza recording him while trying not to giggle. “Sometimes, I just like to look out over the land, think about the past and the future.”

I peek out over the grates just enough to see the ground so far below me, the French landscape swimming in my vision. I squeal, turning back and pressing my face into Wilbur’s hoodie. He makes a soft, sympathetic sound, wrapping a comforting arm around me.

“Want to go down, baby?” He murmurs, standing in front of the grates so I don’t look down again. “Everyone will understand, I promise.”

I shake my head. “We’re at the Eiffel Tower, Will. I’ll probably never be back here, so I want to try.”

Wilbur nods, kissing my forehead. “Ok. Just stay next to me, and don’t look down.”

Being afraid of heights sucked, to put it plainly. Why couldn’t I be afraid of something that didn’t interrupt filming vlogs with my boyfriend and his best friends? Spiders, snakes, or even something ridiculous, like puppies. Anything to keep me from almost passing out when I got near anything that hinted at how far from the ground I was.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yells, making the metal shake beneath my feet. “We’ve gotta make it to the top- oh, you alright?” He quiets down to a more reasonable tone when he sees me cowering into Wilbur’s chest. “He did say you weren’t big on heights.”

“That’s an understatement,” I complain, feeling a pool of warmth in my stomach from him checking up on me despite my shaking legs. I wasn’t quite comfortable around Wilbur’s friends yet, even though they had been nothing but nice to me. I wasn’t quite as socially adept as my boyfriend.

“You don’t mind going to the top with us, though, mate?” Philza says kindly, his wife, Kristen next to him. “I’m sure Kristen will go get a coffee with you if not.”

As nice as the idea of going to drink delicious French coffee on the ground sounded, I was determined to make it to the top. Even if my face didn’t emerge from Wilbur’s chest.

The elevator creaks ominously as I step off, arms and legs like limp noodles just from knowing how high up I was. Wilbur’s arm was tight around my waist, whispering in my ear.

“Just breathe, darling, don’t look down,” he says, kissing my cheek. I’m dimly aware of everyone around us staring, but my breath is coming slower and slower, my heart rate gradually becoming normal.

Letting out a shaky breath, I step forward, very pointedly not looking down, but out at the view.

“Worth it,” I breath, and Wilbur grins, pulling me in for a very cheesy yet perfect kiss. Which Philza, Kristen, and Tommy take as a perfect phot opportunity.

[lizzy019]

Hey hey!! I'm the anon who requested the poly Daniel Larusso and Johnny Lawrence fic, but if u wanted u could do a blurb just to get it off the list?

Also bc u have full creative freedom it might be nice

Idk, in my experience only writing other people's ideas for a while can lead to some killer burn out and I would hate if u got that :((

Ily, have such a nice day, drink water, all that stuff!! 🫶🫶

Thanks babe! I'll try 😭 I'm lacking motivation lately. I used GN reader for this, I hope you don't mind! <3

~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~~~🌿~~~~~~~~~~~ 18+ ~~~~~~~~~

"Whimperin' and moanin', like a bitch in heat. Bet your little Danny just adores it, huh?" Johnny snarled as you gagged on Daniel's cock.

Locked in an Eiffel Tower position, you felt utterly useless but to succumb to the two men. You really were like a dog in heat, taking everything they so graciously handed to you whether it be given aggressively or kindly. You took what you got and were thankful for it.

"Oh fuckin'- ah shit! Oh baby! Yeah baby, suck it! Suck it real go-oh fuck!" Daniel was such a bloody mess, his legs were barely holding him up if it weren't for Johnny's rough hands holding him still.

Johnny was smirking like he'd accomplished the greatest thing known to man, pounding into your wee, puffy little hole with vigour as you practically ate Daniel's cock.

It was stupid, all of this stemming from who had the biggest cock and who could last the longest.

But could you really find it in you to care when you were being used like a sex doll? No, you were enjoying it too much to really find a reason to complain.

Your body was sore, your back hurt from the constant arching and moving to adjust for the sake of your comfort, but it was always overtaken by Johnny pushing a hand back against you to keep you from moving.

"They're so good for us, aren't they, Danny? Look at 'em, just takin' these two cocks like a bitch. Bet they like it too, huh? Don't you? Don't you? Come on, fuckin' say it!" Johnny was cold with his words, as if trying to keep his cool even if he was staggering too.

He knew you couldn't speak with your mouth full of Daniel's cock, he just wanted an excuse to give your ass a slap, albeit not hard enough to hurt you.

Without any warning, Daniel had moaned just a bit too loudly as his hot semen filled your mouth and slicked your throat. It tasted yummy, as odd as it sounded. Like salt, but creamy and tangy with just a bit of sweetness to it.

Daniel didn't even seem to feel bad about losing and cumming first, he simply collapsed and let you use his body as something to lean on.

And sure enough, Johnny wasn't far behind as his cum spurted out of his urethra and into the condom he wore to protect you from his children ruining your hole and undergarments.

Poor Daniel, he had to catch you when you collapsed on top of him, and make sure he wasn't crushed under the weight of Johnny on top of you both.

But it was cozy, and you had to admit that being with these two men was nice, warm, and enjoyable.

"Johnny... next time, you should moan like me too. It gets 'em off." Daniel teased, kissing your head to soften the embarrassment he so obviously brought you while Johnny only laughed.

"Pfft, that's gay." Johnny muttered, rolling over to lay on his back and away from you two.

"...Johnny, you are gay." Daniel laughed.

Johnny simply shot him a look before trying to close his eyes and get some sleep. However, you were already long gone into your little sleep.

I kept messing up Johnny and Daniel because Ralph Macchio plays Daniel but he also plays Johnny in The Outsiders, so I had to edit this six times 😭

[verymuchimmortalcat]

Magic Induced Face Blindness

For Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne Month, Prompt: Take Your Kid To Work ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

The Justice League, simply put, was having a take your kid to work day. Less simply, they were holding an event for all the teenage superheroes. So not exactly a take your kid to work day but there weren’t exactly a large number who weren’t proteges of the Justice League.

Naturally, Ladybug had been invited.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne has not stopped freaking out about it since.

And not freaking out about it in the Chat Noir way, who’s been so excited that it’s all he talks about on patrol. Freaking out as in lying face down on her floor and cursing her family. Well, mostly her dad.

“Tikki, do you think if I fake cough in front of Chat Noir a few times and tell him I’m too sick to make it he’ll believe me.”

The kwami hums from where she’s settled in Marinette’s hair. “He’ll probably believe you if you’re convincing enough but is that really necessary? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Marinette scoffs. Really, Tikki should know better than to ask such a question. “I’ll walk into the watch tower and someone will immediately figure me out.”

In her one year of being Ladybug, Marinette has learnt that even her sweet kwami does not have infinite patience and Tikki’s exasperation is obvious in her tone when she says, “Marinette. Your identity is protected with magic.”

“The JL has magic users. And I’ve known most of these people most of my life. What if one of the idiots say something so dumb and I insult them and they figure it out and then Chat Noir knows my identity causing the end of the world.”

“Don’t insult them then.”

She scoffs again, “I can’t not insult them. When have you ever not insulted Plagg?”

The ensuing silence speaks for itself but Tikki doesn’t let it go. “You should go. It’ll be good to talk to heroes other than Chat Noir and temporary holders.”

She groans. Maybe if she lies here long enough the carpet will swallow her up and then Tikki can stop trying to convince her to go. “I have most of their numbers, I can talk to them whenever I want. I do talk to them whenever I want.”

The weight on her head vanishes and she feels a poke on her forehead. Lifting her head up, she glares at the tiny goddess of luck, who glares right back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. None of them know you’re Ladybug.”

She drops her back down to the floor and sighs. “Fine. I’ll go.”

.oOo.

Wonder Woman waves them over when she sees them enter. As the two of them make their way through the crowd, Ladybug keeps her eyes on the floor while Chat Noir’s head swivels around trying to take it all in. What an odd pair they must make.

“Robin looks like an angry kitten,” her partner comments, breaking her out her reverie.

She coughs to hide her laughter. He’s right, of course. But regardless she turns to look at Damian, who’s sulking in the corner while Jon pesters him.

She grins, “I’d kill to watch you tell him that.”

He glances at her and snorts, “Not a chance. Not with that expression on your face.”

She blinks at him, “What expression?”

“The same one you had before you threw me off the Eiffel Tower for going on about the Justice League heroes.”

She smiles at the memory, “You totally deserved it.”

He holds a hand  up to his chest, as dramatic as always, “Meowch!”

She giggles. Diana is only few steps away from them now and is looking at them with an amused expression. Smiling comes slightly easier now, a chunk of her anxiety taken away by her partner’s antics. She whispers a thanks to him before greeting Wonder Woman.

.oOo.

If Diana suspects anything, she doesn’t mention it, nor do any of the others they talk to. But they haven’t had the chance to talk to any of the bats yet. At least Dick and Jay aren’t here, they’d be the most unbearable.

“We should talk to Batgirl,” Chat Noir suggests.

Marinette freezes, magic or not Cass would be the most likely to see through her but she can’t think of a valid excuse and he’d already picked up on her earlier nervousness. If she continues being paranoid, he might start to suspect something.

“Sure,” she mutters.

He waves enthusiastically to Batgirl who offers a small smile. Her gaze lingers on Ladybug and Marinette desperately hopes Cass brushes off anything odd as general nervousness. Thankfully, Chat Noir carries much of their interaction.

He’s gesturing wildly when he accidentally hits her sister’s arm. The arm that Marinette knows was in a cast until last week. Cass doesn’t wince, of course she doesn’t but the concern bursts out of Marinette anyway. “Is your arm ok??”

Chat Noir looks confused but Batgirl is assessing her. It’s a moment before she says, “I’m fine.”

Marinette nods, simultaneously relieved and panicked. She should’ve stayed home. It’s not too late to fake sickness, after all she has been acting particularly odd. When Spoiler calls Batgirl away, Ladybug visibly relaxes. Chat Noir gives her an odd look but he doesn’t say anything. Yet. She’s sure by the time they finish talking to her entire family, he’s going to think she’s lost her mind.

.oOo.

She’s mostly calmed down after her slip up with Cass when they somehow end up talking to Jon and Damian. Well, it’s not exactly talking as much as Robin and Chat Noir antagonising each other. Jon looks torn between interrupting and watching it play out. Marinette on the other hand wishes she had a bucket of popcorn and a valid reason to record their exchange.

When Damian calls the Parisian superhero, “a mangy alley cat,” Marinette snorts out loud and says, “I thought you liked cats?”

Damian stares at her, she can see his hand inching towards his katana as he asks, “How would you know that?”

Play it cool, Marinette.

She shrugs, “You just seem like a cat person. Also, I vaguely remember reading something of the kind on twitter once.”

Both of them know most things about the Bats on social media are deleted almost as soon as Oracle can get to it but people still do see them. He relaxes slightly but Marinette knows he’s wary of her.

Really, why did she let Tikki talk her into this?

.oOo.

Sometime later, Bart finds her in a corner. She’d left Chat Noir saying she needed a break and she could see him as he was talking excitedly with Steph.

“Heydoyoumindansweringaquestionforustosettleanargument?” he asks pointing at the rest of what was once Young Justice (or rather the still active members). Holding back a smile, she considers it for a moment. How wrong could it go? Actually, knowing them any thing and everything that could go wrong would go wrong but her curiosity takes over. Tim’s friends have the most amusing arguments after all.

Bart is bouncing back and forth, waiting for her answer. When, she agrees, he cheers and drags her over to their little group. He doesn’t question how she caught what he was saying instantly or how she’s totally fine even after being carted off with super speed regardless of the distance.

Thankfully, Tim is too busy arguing with Kon to notice.

“I have a solution,” Bart announces, “We ask Ladybug to be the tie breaker.”

And because when they’re together they tend to act on a single functioning braincell, all four of them turn to her at once and Cassie asks, “Do you think having several backup fake identities is necessary?”

Ah, not a new argument then. Honestly, she does. She’s suddenly even more grateful that Chat Noir isn’t with her. “I mean you do need something to fall back on if your go to identity is accused of art theft.”

Tim doesn’t have time to register the jab at him before Kon and Cassie start to rejoice loudly and Marinette slips away before they can drag her into their next argument.

.oOo.

Back in her room, after the event, Marinette sighs. “Well, that was interesting.” Her conversations with the others had gone perfectly well. It was extremely likely that Chat Noir wouldn’t dwell on her mistakes with Batgirl and Robin, and he hadn’t been there when she spoke to Tim. Regardless, she’s never doing that again. Chat Noir can go alone.

Her phone rings and she answers the video call to see a bunch of worried faces.

“Is something wrong?”

“You need to look into Ladybug,” her father states. 

She frowns, “Why?”

“It’s possible Ladybug knows our identities and is a threat.”

Her jaw drops, “What?” 

Marinette remains in semi shock throughout Tim’s explanation. He ends with, “If you need help any of us would be glad to come.”

“Dibs on helping Nettie!” Steph calls finally snapping Marinette out of her shock. Damn, Tikki had been right about the magic. World’s greatest detectives and this was the conclusion they came to?

She glances at Tikki once, making sure she has the kwami’s support in this decision. When Tikki nods Marinette let’s herself laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

It also ends the argument ongoing on the other end of the call. All of them stare at her in confusion until she finishes laughing. Once she’s finally calmed down she asks, “ A room full of detectives and that’s the best you come up with?”

Her father frowns, “Marinette, what-”

“Did it not occur to any of you that I’m Ladybug?”

She bursts into laughter at their startled expressions. Hurrying to take a screenshot and making sure to send it to Babs.

She is so going to lord this over them for at least the next few years.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

This is a rough translation. I’ll edit this if I find the time. Expect mistakes.

Drake stopped me, and I followed his lead and got into the boat.

Drake: "On your right is a very nice tower."

Mitsuki: "Hehe, that's the Eiffel Tower."

Drake: "That's right, the Eiffel Tower."

Just as he said himself, he hadn't yet memorized all the sights in Paris, so his tour was a bit clumsy. However, I found it enjoyable how carefree he was.

Mitsuki: "What you see over there is the building of the Paris Expo. I went there before with everyone from the mansion."

Drake: "Yeah, they're having a huge festival-like event."

Mitsuki: "It was fun. Let's go together next time. Vincent's studio is also around there."

Mitsuki: "Okay, next. The theater over there often performs Shakespeare's plays. Wait, why does it seem like I'm the one giving the tour?"

Drake: "Haha! You're amazing. I'm learning a lot from you."

He stopped rowing the oar and narrowed his eyes.

Drake: "This city holds a lot of memories for you and the folks at the mansion, huh?"

Mitsuki: "Yup. I was able to get used to and enjoy the lifestyle of the 19th century, thanks to everyone."

Drake: "Do you like this world?"

Mitsuki: "Yes, I do."

When I first time-traveled here, I was bewildered by the differences in time and culture. But now, the people I've met have become dear to me, and this world has become a place I belong to. So much so that I was willing to live here.

(But…)

Drake: "Then why the gloomy face?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

I lifted my slightly lowered face and saw him staring intently at me.

Drake: "Don't you realize? You seem to enjoy talking about this city and the people in the mansion, but sometimes you look a little sad."

(I promise not to feel down, and yet...)

He saw through my expression that I didn't even notice myself. He leaned his elbow on his knee and looked up at me, resting his chin on his hand.

Drake: "If you're carrying something, you can let it out here. You've been around here for a while, so it might be hard to talk to everyone at the mansion about it."

Mitsuki: "........"

Prompted by his gaze, I opened my lips.

Mitsuki: "It's true that I love this world."

Mitsuki: "But the more I think that way, the more I feel guilty about it."

Drake: "Guilty?"

Mitsuki: "Because my loved ones are in my world."

Family and friends. I had left everything from my past behind as I stepped through that door.

I really gave it my all to stay positive, but those lingering attachments and regrets kept dragging me down, making it difficult for me to start over.

Mitsuki: "I felt like I was betraying my world by accepting that I couldn't go home."

(Despite being treated well by everyone, I keep looking back repeatedly.)

(I'm so half-hearted.)

I clumsily let all the worries that had accumulated in my chest out into words, and he listened without saying anything.

Mitsuki: "Sorry you have to hear me talk like this."

Drake: "It's fine."

Drake: "You're ridiculously kind."

Mitsuki: "What?"

Drake: "You're worried that you're betraying someone."

Drake: "I've seen plenty of people get angry and sad because they've been betrayed, but you're different."

He said it as if he were in front of something mysterious.

Mitsuki: "I don't want to betray anyone because it would destroy the precious bond we've built."

Drake: "Bonds, huh?"

Drake: "No matter how strong your bonds are, there's always a chance the other person might betray you."

He looked at me and spoke again.

Drake: "I understand that your world is important, but it sounds like it's become a burden for you."

Mitsuki: "It's not a burden at all."

Drake: "You sure? The only things that come out of your mouth are thoughts of betrayal, guilt, and a sense of wrongdoing."

Drake: "You haven't forgotten or discarded that world. You're continuing to carry it while making excuses about being unable to do anything to comfort yourself."

(.......)

The words he said hit me like a knife.

He straightened himself up, and the wind rustled his hair and the feathers on his hat.

Drake: "If it's really important, even if you're apart and even if you can't meet, those feelings won't change and will remain just as strong."

Drake: "You should be proud that you have many important and irreplaceable things."

Drake: "It's your life. No matter how you choose to live, it won't be a betrayal."

(It won't be a betrayal?)

His straightforward words flowed like water into my chest, making all the worries and hesitations disappear.

Drake took off his hat and gently placed it on my head.

Drake: "Well, unlike you, I've always had this burning desire to get back at my enemies."

He playfully patted my head through the hat and smiled.

Drake: "If you're always thinking about those people and sacrificing your desires, you'll miss out on life."

Drake: "Or are there people among those 'important ones' who would call your way of living a betrayal?"

Mitsuki: "No! I'm sure no one would say something like that."

Drake: "Haha! You said it confidently."

Drake: "In that case, you should choose the path you believe in."

Drake: "In my opinion, living in a way that goes against your own wishes is the real betrayal."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

(Even if I choose my way of life, my feelings toward those important to me won't change. I won't betray them.)

I traced those words in my heart once more, and my heart felt lighter.

(As he says, rather than being trapped in regret and guilt...)

I should cherish what's important and stay true to my feelings.

I reflected on my feelings and placed my hand firmly on my chest.

Drake: "I just had an idea. Why don't we throw some bottled messages in the ocean next time?"

Mitsuki: "A message in a bottle? The one where you put a letter in a bottle and throw it into the ocean?"

The letter was then carried away by the waves, never knowing when or to whom it would be delivered.

Drake: "Yeah, that. If we use it, the letter won't get destroyed."

Drake: "The ocean goes on forever, after all."

Mitsuki: "That's true. Thank you, Drake."

The smile he gave me was kind of glowing.

I squinted my eyes without knowing if it was because of the reflection of the light on the river's surface or because of my own feelings.

(A message in a bottle, huh? That feels like a dream.)

I hoped that one day I could make it come true with him by my side.

(Talking to Drake made me feel lighter, as if something I had been holding in my chest was flowing away.)

"You're continuing to carry it while making excuses about being unable to do anything to comfort yourself."

What he said earlier really stung. But his typical words and aloof smile freed me from the cycle of emotions.

(It's all thanks to him.)

I tried to thank him again but found him staring at the river.

Drake: "But I think it's amazing that you can think about someone or the world you've lived in."

Drake: "I'll probably never understand that in my lifetime."

He spoke in a hushed, mumbling tone, and his eyes had a cold light in them, giving off a chilling sense of vulnerability.

(Drake?)

Drake: "Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine, so you don’t need to worry about it."

Drake: "Real betrayal is much more merciless."

He suddenly wore a dazzling smile, quite different from before, and casually uttered those words.

(Does that mean he has experienced that before?)

Drake: "Even so, you're quite mysterious."

Mitsuki: "Huh? Is there something strange about me? I think I'm pretty normal."

Drake: "That's what's strange about it. You time-traveled, lived with vampires, and got caught up in ridiculous destinies, but you're just an ordinary girl."

Drake: "You worry, you laugh—you're just a normal pretty lady."

Mitsuki: "........."

My heart skipped a beat at his gentle smile.

Drake: "Maybe that's the sort of person who's destined to make a difference."

Mitsuki: "Drake?"

He suddenly leaned forward, his smile vanishing.

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[winterwitch-trash]

"The calm after the storm."

Author's Note: Excuse the mini - break on this story. I just hit a major writer's block and I was not happy with what I had written so I kept going over it until it was perfect. So we're looking at 4 pages of pure fluff. Happy reading ladies <3

Summary: Rumlow is dead, and the threat posed by the HYDRA mob ceased. Bucky and Odette get away for a much needed holiday, where they get the surprise of their life.

Word Count: 1.815

Chapter Warnings: Absolutely nothing BUT fluff and sweet moments because we all desperately need them after our girl went through hell..

In the days that followed after Rumlow’s demise at the hand of Odette, Bucky and the rest of the Barnes Clan, kept on waging the war on HYDRA sympathizers. Word had gotten out that Brock Rumlow, the head of HYDRA was dead, so it caused quite a stir amongst the mob clans across the city. Some could say that this was a prime example of what awaited anyone who even dared thinking of crossing Barnes. Half of the smaller mobs that were operating in the city were contemplating their allegiances; most of them decided to side with the Barnes Clan while others would still side with HYDRA.

Odette decided to simply take it easy and just focus on herself. No need for her husband to worry about her going out, especially now that Rumlow’s supporters would be out for blood. She just couldn’t go through this kind of pain again. Instead, she would just work from home until this whole situation smoothed out. There was only one request from her that Bucky made sure to fulfil and that was to keep the innocent civilians out of harm’s way. Some would say that the awful predicament she had found herself in the past weeks would have awakened some kind of monster within her. But no. She just preferred to hold on to her humanity. And Bucky felt immense relief to see that she was slowly coming back to her old self. Sure, the scars still served as a reminder that he didn’t protect her, but she took it upon herself to show him that she was doing better day by day. Of course eventually she returned to her business activities, only this time she would make sure to take Clint and Nat with her. They were her friends so she was trusting them completely. Not that Bucky didn’t. He was the one to suggest them taking over her protection.  And they accepted without a second thought.

So for the weeks that followed, Bucky devoted himself managing devastating blows against allies of HYDRA, effectively making a statement that whoever dared cross the Barnes Mob would suffer grave consequences. That was enough for the smaller mobs to pledge allegiance to him… However Odette could see that this was taking a toll on her husband… And she didn’t like that. Maybe a small getaway was what they needed. Just the two of them. No interruptions. Just them, and a magical view of the Eiffel Tower or wherever she chose. Bucky was hesitant at first, not because he didn’t want to spend some quality time with his wife, but because he didn’t want to have any unwanted visitors…

“I know you want to be here and be in charge of the whole operation love, but even you need some rest…” She whispered kissing his jaw, as they laid there in front of the fireplace, just enjoying a long overdue embrace.  The brunette found himself leaning into her touch, contemplating on whether he should just take her away for the next two or three weeks. “I love you for trying to take care of me. Just give me until the end of this week, and then we can go wherever you wish. How’s that sound?” He proposed looking down at her fondly, a sweet smile briefly playing on his face.

Well, the idea wasn’t so bad, Odette thought to herself… “Of course. I have appointments with Dr. Raynor too for this week, so…” She finally agreed. As for the brunette, he kept thinking of the progress she had made over the course of the past few weeks. He knew she was doing everything she could to come back to her former self and it would be an awful lie to say that he wasn’t proud of her. Odette noticed how he was looking at her, and she wondered what could be going on inside Bucky’s mind. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked him timidly. Sometimes, it was  still hard for her to comprehend how he could take in her scars and not run the other way.

There was a simple answer to this question. “I love you.” He whispered tightening his arms around her.  Three simple words from him were enough to cause a small blushing crawl on her cheeks. As she stared up at him, she realized that this was what she missed the most; sharing loving touches in front of the fireplace. Why was it that in this moment she began wondering what it’d feel like to have a little girl running around?

 Such a thought warmed her heart… But she wasn’t sure if he would be willing to entertain the idea of starting a family given the kind of work he did… If his enemies were to find out that there was a little girl, they would do anything in their power to hurt her and he wouldn’t bear that thought… No. He needed his wife more than anything. Despite the horrific ordeal she suffered, she managed to turn things around, even if there were days that she was lost in her on thoughts.

“I love you too…” She muttered capturing his lips in a slow, tentative kiss to which Bucky was eager to reciprocate in the same manner; he kissed her back with no sense of urgency. But soon the need for air became apparent, forcing her to break away, snuggling against his side, while he ran his fingers through her long ginger locks, listening to her heartbeat evening out, signaling that she had fallen asleep. And he couldn’t contain his excitement for the mini getaway in a few days. She deserved it after all.

Over the next days, he made sure to spend as much time with the woman he loved, sharing lazy mornings with her, showering her with small gifts. Odette couldn’t get enough of this side of him. She also let him know that she appreciated everything he did for her. But deep down, there was an unpleasant feeling that nagged at her. HYDRA lost her leader, and there was no retaliation? Something didn’t feel right about this… But she didn’t want to ruin the good mood. After all, her husband had everything under control.  

And so, they found themselves in a cozy hotel suite in Paris, enjoying the most spectacular view of the city, and in the distance, one could make out the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Bucky was shirtless and asleep, while Odette took in the beautiful scenery, wrapped up in a thin blanket, a mug of warm chocolate resting beside her. 

The mobster soon stirred awake, yet when he reached for his wife, he was only met with an empty spot. Quick to throw a pair of black boxers, he soon noticed her figure by the large window, but she didn’t seem to sense his presence behind her; only when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, she grinned widely. “I didn’t mean to wake you up…” She trailed off before she turned to face him. This disheveled look he was sporting suited him so well… “Oh, you didn’t doll, don’t worry.” The man responded, placing his lips over her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body. “I never thought I’d get the opportunity to witness this..” She said gesturing to the scenery around them. Light sheets of snow and dimly lit streets made it seem like the place jumped out of some sort of magical fairy tale. “I promised you I would give you everything… And I meant it.” Bucky replied, cupping her face, drinking in her beauty.  Odette simply offered him a smile, unable to come up with words. The way he was treating her made her heart thrum a little faster inside her chest.

It was like they were living a second honeymoon. The rest of their getaway was spent with them locked in the bedroom, engrossed in the throes of passion, exchanging soft, explorative kisses, and when they were not pressed up against each other, they were enjoying the city, visiting museums and indulging the best food Paris had to offer. Until everything changed. Odette had exhibited symptoms of dizziness, nausea that wasn’t going away… Despite her assurances to him that it was nothing, Bucky was not taking any chances with it. So he arranged a flight back to Brooklyn, and immediately he asked for the best medical staff to be brought to the mansion. This had to be kept under wraps since he didn’t wish for the media to pick up on it. Odette was slightly put off that the mini getaway had to be cut short, but she understood. Had it been any other woman, she would have caused major drama. But not her, and that was what Bucky appreciated in her.

Seeing the couple back in the mansion alarmed everyone of course, but the doctors had explained that it was nothing to be worried about. Bucky didn’t pay attention to anything since he was quick to join his wife in their bedroom, curious to know what she had to tell him.

“You shouldn’t worry too much sweetheart.. You’ll get wrinkles if you keep freaking out like this..” Odette teased, seeing the agitation painted in her husband’s face.

To that, Bucky rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t not worry when it comes to you doll.. What did the doctor say?” He asked noticing the playful glimmer in her eyes.  She was up to something for sure, and he didn’t know how to react.

“I’m alright.. In fact I’m more than alright love..” She grinned, resting her palm over her stomach. Now, that gesture did not go unnoticed by the brunette mobster. “Um, doll?” He shot her an inquisitive glance, not daring to utter the words in fear of it being a mean joke. He did notice of how she was glowing but he never really thought much of it; he always believed that it was the result of her beauty routines that she performed from time to time.

But no… It was a different kind of glow.

“The doctor said that we are in perfect health…” She trailed off, not wanting her bubbling emotions to cloud her voice. “We..?” He enquired further, until she nodded, a stray tear flowing down her cheek. “I’m pregnant…” She affirmed, before she felt his lips pressing against hers. “You’ve made me the happiest man on this earth.. You and our little princess in there…” He whispered, trailing kisses across her features and down to her stomach, the sweetest words leaving his mouth. “I love you already little one..” He muttered before pulling his wife into his arms, feeling the happiest he’s ever been.

“We love you too daddy…” Odette grinned back, laying in his arms content. Bucky was going to be the most loving father… She was sure of it.

@world-of-aus It's so fluffy I wanna die. I want to hear your thoughts on the chapter now it's complete.

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

I Want To Hold Your Hand (Valentine's Day with the Beatles)

(Source)

Happy Valentine's Day, loves! I still have absolutely no inspiration to write (lmao) but seeing as it's the day of love (my pfp is finally in season), I felt like we needed something on here. So, I'm writing this on the fly, in the Walmart parking lot while I use their wifi to sync my OneDrive (as I said before, no wifi at home ew). Written on tumblr, one proofread through because we die like real men here. Enjoy!

John:

John more than likely forgot what day it was

Lucky for him, he remembered about three days before and bought you gifts

His favourite things to give you are flowers and chocolate (the one thing he's traditional on)

"Johnny, guess what day it is?" you say

He stands there with a vacant expression for a moment

"Is it your birthday?"

"No, John" (unless you actually were born on Valentine's Day lol)

He thinks for a moment, chuckles, and says, "I didn't forget, birdie" (he most definitely did) before going and getting your presents from their hiding spot

You still don't know how he managed to keep chocolate and flowers fresh for three days without you noticing

You smile, say your thanks, and give him a little kiss

John simply replies with, "Anything for my little birdie"

Paul:

Paul is the type to go all out on Valentine's Day

He wouldn't say it's his favourite holiday, but it's in the top three

Has been planning your gifts for months but didn't pick them up until the day of so they wouldn't get lost or damaged

His favourite things to give you are jewelry pieces and lingerie

One of his gifts is a trip to Paris

"It's the city of love, mon coeur!" was his excuse

He takes you atop the Eiffel Tower and...

Bends over to tie his shoe

JK, he kisses you super hard

And then proposes to you

Ofc you say yes

Then you run through the rainy streets, trying to avoid reporters

George:

George is very simple with Valentine's Day

He still does everything with love in his heart, but he's not so extravagant as other people (you don't mind, of course)

His favourite things to give you are flowers and handmade cards, though he has been known to gift songs on several occasions

He does enjoy using Valentine's as an excuse to take you out to fancy restaurants

In fact, you usually make a week of it and try as many fancy restaurants as you can

He always feels slightly bad for not being as extravagant as others, but you always reassure him it's just the way you like it

Then he showers you with physical and verbal affection to make up for it

Remember those toothy kisses from the SFW alphabet? Those come into play here

He spends a lot of the day describing to you just how much he loves you

Anytime you mention how much you love him, he says something along the lines of "I love you more"

Ringo:

Much like Paul, Ritchie goes all out on Valentine's and plans ahead

Unfortunately, he's very bad at secrets and always wants to tell you about your gifts early

As soon as February 1st hits, you practically have to hold his mouth closed to preserve the surprise

No matter how much he wants to tell you, though, even when you don't shush him, he shushes himself

His favourite things to give you are rings that match his or fuzzy socks (your flat is quite cold most of the time)

He likes to parade around town, hand-in-hand, proudly showing you off as his

He also likes to just stare at you with stars in his eyes, though he does that just about every day

"What's the matter?" you ask, thinking something must be wrong with your hair or stuck in your teeth

"Just happy I'm yours, my love," he says

You boop his nose and reply, "I'm happy I'm yours, my little Starr"

[commsroom]

since this is a pretty obvious topic, you’ve probably talked about it before, but I can’t ever remember you talking about how you think eiffel would be as a father to anne? pre the incident obviously. I’m assuming post that and maybe post hephaestus he gets like occasional visitation rights and nothing else, I’m not sure exactly what they said about that. it could very likely be that he’s not allowed to see her at all but I don’t remember them saying that? maybe they did and I just forgot lol

anyway though happy birthday as well :)

from limbo: "for a while, it was okay. doug was seeing little baby anne pretty much every other day, talking to her every day, teaching her to play the jaws theme on her little dinky kid xylophone, all the good stuff. hilariously... our man's pretty great at it."

i believe he means that, since it's not like... well, he's not making excuses in that particular telling of events. but. while i think eiffel sincerely believes he was a good dad, i'm not sure kate would agree?

i think eiffel was a loving dad, a dad who really wanted to spend time with his kid, but, even the way he tells it... i also think it's pretty clear that kate was always anne's primary caregiver. in one AMA, someone asked what the arrangements were for anne at christmas, and gabriel said something like... that kate knows eiffel's feelings about that day, and would have the attitude, like... if you want to be a grouch about it, whatever, but my kid is going to have a nice holiday. that feels true to me, and kind of... suggests a lot about his sense of responsibility and willingness to make sacrifices. or lack thereof.

so, like - i'm sure he took her to do fun stuff for her birthday, and i think he's, like... amazing at buying gifts for kids; realizing he had an excuse to go toy shopping was probably one of the most exciting things for him as a new dad. for the most part, i think he was attentive and supportive, and... well, fun? like. don't get me wrong. eiffel got sober for his daughter, that's a lot; i believe he would do just about anything to keep her safe and cared for. but he can be selfish sometimes, and eiffel is... not that great at taking care of himself. nevermind the day-to-day of raising a child. so i guess, like... i wouldn't be surprised if kate thought he only wanted to do the fun things, and that left her to do... everything else. i don't think that diminishes how much he loves his daughter, just... perspective.

and ultimately, post-canon... it's not really up to him, or kate for that matter. i love eiffel, and he loves his daughter, and i want him to have a good relationship with her again someday, but... it really depends if she wants him in her life. i hope she does. i don't think he'll ever stop hoping for that either. but i couldn't blame her if she didn't.

[softguarnere]

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x ofc

Chapter 19: A Native American in Paris

Summary: When he returns, he hands Zenie a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. “It’s not as good as having a picture taken in front of it, but, you know, I thought that it might be somethin’.” A/N: When I first started writing this fic, I always imagined D-Day as the beginning of a "Part Two" in the story. Regardless of what act we're in, this definitely feels like an intermission point for me. So I just wanted to take the time to say thank you for sticking with me this far, and I hope you'll hang around for the rest of the story <3 Warnings: mentions of war, drinking, implied sex Taglist: @latibvles @lady-cheeky @liebgotts-lovergirl @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs @ithinkabouttzu

France, 1944

Passes all around! It’s so much different from life back at Toccoa. It feels so long ago now that Zenie’s hands would clench into fists at her side when Captain Sobel would make up some excuse to revoke her pass. Maybe this is to make up for the fact that they got so few of these back in Georgia.

Paris is the keyword floating all around the barracks. All Zenie’s friends score passes to the City of Light. After the dreary days of sitting in mud in Holland, the prospect of exploring the city seems like a marvelous makeup for the eighty-something days stuck waiting. Zenie finds herself with a forty-eight hour pass to the famed city in her hands. The idea of someday getting the chance to brag to Marilyn that she visited the Eifel Tower makes her laugh. Then Shifty meets her eye from across the room and announces that he also has a pass to Paris – and on the same day as her. And suddenly the city that Zenie has hardly ever spared a thought for seems brighter and full of more possibilities than anything Marilyn used to describe while fawning over her books.

Especially because they still haven’t been alone.

Having friends is such a change of pace from Zenie’s life before running away. She loves them, and being with them. Lately, however, it seems like she can’t get a second away from them.

Mourmelon-le-Grand for R&R. Except the Rest in “Rest and Relaxation” has somehow turned into preparing for a football game that Zenie cannot seem to come up with a good enough excuse to not play in.

“Look,” she finally tells Babe one day in the barracks when he won’t stop pestering her about it. “I’m no good at football. My older brother played baseball, so that’s what I was taught. It’d be different if you wanted me to be a pitcher.” Or if we were playing any game that wouldn’t get me tackled, crushed, and exposed, she doesn’t add.

Babe swats his hand, pushing away her words. “Well lucky for you, you’ve got me to teach you. And I’m great at football, Tommy. I could have you ready for this game in a matter of days.”

“You tryin’ to get little Tommy a Purple Heart by getting’ all his bones crushed, ya mean?”

Everyone in the barracks jumps at the sound of a familiar voice – one whose absence has been heavily felt.

“Bill!”

The Italian spreads his arms as wide as his smile as he fully enters the room. He’s limping, but it doesn’t damper his smile. “What? Ya think you’d never see me again or somethin’?”

“Didn’t know how long ya were gonna baby that leg,” Babe quips, ducking when the taller man makes a move to affectionately ruffle his hair.

“Baby it? Yeah right. You know who you’re talkin’ to, Heffron? I made ‘em cut the cast off early so I could get back here and keep your ass in line!”

“Yeah, and God knows we needed that, because he keeps trying to get Tommy killed,” Joe says from his place on his bunk.

A cloud of seriousness crosses Bill’s face as he turns to her. “You really that bad at football?”

Well I should be, considering that I’ve never played, Zenie thinks. Instead, she nods. “The worst.”

“Someone could probably fix that. Not right now, though.” His smile returns as he glances over their group, a glint in his eye. “Any of you up for a little trip to Lulu’s?”

In the moment, there’s nothing particularly special about Lulu’s or the night that they spend there. (Besides, maybe, the fact that Bill missed the party with the Red Devils, and they feel the need to make up for all the fun he missed.) They drink too much and dance too fast and sing too loudly. On the way back to barracks, they cling to each other and laugh brightly as they haul each other home – a real team effort. With promising days of R&R ahead of them, they go to bed, already thinking of having this kind of fun night after night.

The place is a frenzy of excitement. The football game creeps ever closer and practices pick up with the mounting tensions. (Personally, Zenie’s not sure why anyone would worry when Joe Toye is playing for their team.) Passes are being taken into the cities, and each time a group of soldiers returns to brag about the fun he had, the harder Zenie’s heart pounds in her chest when she thinks about how she and Shifty both have passes to Paris.

“Two more days,” she notes as casually as she can in line for breakfast one day. “Never heard of half the places people are talking about.”

“Me neither. But a lot of the fellas seem to think it’s mighty fun there. Lots to do.”

Zenie hums in agreement. “Probably a lot of walking around the city.”

“Probably.”

“Lots of time to talk.”

As he scoops eggs onto his plate, Zenie catches him biting his lip. It doesn’t hide his smile. “Definitely.”

Lucky does not even begin to describe how Zenie feels when she learns that she and Shifty seem to be the only ones of their friends to have passes to Paris. After every chance that she might have had to speak with him has been thwarted, part of her is on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop, expecting something else to keep them apart.

They leave the barracks amiably enough. They make small talk as they board the train and make their way towards the city.

“This is my third time,” one of the soldiers in their train car brags as they ride. He quirks an eyebrow at them. “You ever been to Paris?”

“Never,” Zenie replies as Shifty shakes his head.

The soldier only nods. “Well, it doesn’t disappoint, I’ll tell you that much. You just have to know all the right places to look if you want to have a good time.”

“I think we’ll manage.”   

And they do. Shifty has already seen the city while out on a different pass with Popeye. Once they get off the train, though, he only smiles at Zenie and lets her take the lead, making suggestions about the fastest way to get places as they go.

As they weave their way through the people and the streets, they talk. Not in the way that Zenie has been waiting for them to, but at least they’re talking. More than they have been lately, too, which is enough for her. It’s enough just to see him smile at her as he regales her with stories of what he and Popeye saw and did while using their passes, and she tells him about Marilyn’s travel books that her sister would stare at for hours at night. It’s enough for their fingers to brush when Shifty buys a piece of pain au chocolat, then breaks it down the middle and hands her half. It's enough to watch his eyes light up when she uses a gentle finger to wipe a smudge of chocolate off his upper lip. This is what she imagined when she pictured them having a secret relationship. This is what she’s been missing.

But, she has to remind herself, this is what Shifty was worried would get them caught. The memory of that night at the brothel makes her chest ache. He didn’t think this would be possible until after the war. And maybe he still doesn’t want it until then. She won’t know until they get to talk – really talk.

“It’s big, ain’t it?” Shifty asks when they stop in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The famed tower is impressive. With the elevators not operational, though, there isn’t much to do but stand under it and admire it from different angles. Zenie tries to soak it up in her mind so that she can remember it later.

“Here.” As if he can read her mind, Shifty steps away, heading towards an older woman with a cart. He counts out some money and hands it to her. She smiles as she hands him something. When he returns, he hands Zenie a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. “It’s not as good as having a picture taken in front of it, but, you know, I thought that it might be somethin’.”

“It’s perfect,” Zenie rushes to assure him. “Thank you, Shifty.”

 The Virginian smiles, his cheeks tinged pink.

“You know,” he says. “If you’ve seen everything that you want to, I know somewhere that we can go. Away.”

As if to prove his point, a group of American soldiers walks behind them. Zenie and Shifty might have come here alone, without any of their other friends, but they’re not truly alone. Not yet.

Zenie pockets the postcard. “Lead the way.”

People bustle up and down the streets, laughing as they go. A few little kids point at her when they spot her, yelling in their excitement. It’s a bit like being back in Holland – well, the better part of being in Holland, when all the people had come out to welcome them with open arms. Zenie always makes sure to smile back, and salutes them just for the fun of it. It’s a nice distraction from the clammy feeling in her palms as she waits.

She spins around as the door of the hotel opens. Every time she’s hoped that it’s Shifty returning. This time, it really is him. He nods to her and flashes a key.

Up and up and up. The only sound on the stairwell is that of their boots echoing against the walls as they climb. Zenie glances at Shifty every now and then, feels him doing the same to her, but neither makes a move to speak. Maybe, like her, he’s trying to work out everything that he wants to say.

Peeling paint covers the door to their room. It’s at the end of the hallway, secluded, quiet. Zenie still glances over her shoulder as Shifty opens the door and ushers her inside.

This room is nothing like the one they talked in that night at the brothel. Whereas that room was dark and contained only a bed, this one is full of light and has not only a fluffy looking bed, but a vanity and a small doorway that leads to a bathroom. Something about the place makes it feel warm, and not just in temperature.

Closing the door behind her, Zenie stays in place even as Shifty walks further into the room. He glances back at her and, like that night at the brothel, gestures toward the bed.

“You wanna . . . ?”

The bed is just as fluffy as Zenie suspected it would be. It dips under their weight as they seat themselves. Also like that night, and against her better judgement, they sit close to each other. Really, what reason is there to not? Just like back in the foxholes of Holland, their knees bump into each other. They leave them there, pressing into each other.

This won’t be like last time, Zenie assures her heart as it pounds against her ribcage. Well, last time they had been holding hands when Shifty dropped the news –

No, he didn’t drop the news. He didn’t even get to finish what he wanted to say because Earl had started firing his gun and they had to leave the building. He was going to ask her to wait. And now . . . ?

She tries to find something to say, anything. They both start to speak at the same time. Words overlapping, they pause, each offering the other a small smile.

“Sorry,” Shifty says. “You first.”

Her first, with hardly a word at the ready. She says the first one that comes to mind, which is the only one she can properly associate with the whole situation that’s been playing out these past few months.

“I’m sorry. I wish we could start over.”

Slowly, Shifty nods. “Me, too. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He pauses, pushing a short sigh out through his nose. “When I was tryin’ to ask you to wait until after the war, I thought that I was protectin’ you. From this – “ He gestures around the room. “ – The sneaking around, and all that. But I didn’t consider, see, hurtin’ your feelings indirectly. I wanted to tell you, when I realized what had happened. But I could never seem to find you by yourself . . .”

Zenie cringes at the memory of dodging Shifty’s presence, of not meeting his eyes or looking directly at him until that night at the pub when Skinny asked him what he wanted to do after the war.

“That was my fault, and I’m sorry. I –“ She has to laugh, almost, at how stupid it seems now, to have been avoiding him. “ – I was trying to protect myself, and instead I ended up hurting you. And I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to.”

Silence falls over them. Then, like that night at the brothel, Shifty holds out his hand. There is no hesitation on Zenie’s part; of course she takes it, intwining their fingers together and relishing the feeling it sends down her spine.

“This is what we’ve been missing,” she realizes aloud.

Shifty nods. He lets out an unexpected laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I was gonna put this off until the end of the war. Coulda been doin’ it the whole time.”

“But you were right to be worried. About being caught, I mean.”

“Maybe. After everythin’ we’ve been through, though, is it really worth the wait?”

This time, Zenie tries to take in the full meaning of his words instead of just assuming she knows what he means, or what’s about to happen.

“What do you mean?”

“The end of the war might be a long way off, you know,” Shifty says. “And, I don’t know. After all we’ve been through, I guess I’ve realized that nothin’ is for certain.” He pauses and meets her eye. He stares so deeply into her that it feels like he’s trying to read her mind. “I don’t mind it – the sneakin’ around, I mean – if you don’t. And the end of the war . . . Well, if you want, we can figure it out when we get there. Whenever that may be.”

Her heart lurches, ready to take the plunge with him.

“You want us to court?” She clarifies. Nothing will be left to chance or interpretation this time.

“Yes.”

Going with Shifty Powers. Of course she will, and she tells him as much. She only wishes she could tell her past self, all the way back in Toccoa, that this was coming; that version of Zenie would have never seen this coming.

Her hands shake. She wonders if he can feel them trembling against his. A laugh, a sigh of relief, and a jubilant cry all gather at the back of her throat. When she opens her mouth, she’s not sure which will come out.

“You know,” she says instead. “I think you’ve just made me the happiest girl in Paris.”

Shifty grins. “Zena, when we make it out of this war, I’ll make sure you’re the happiest girl in the whole world.”

The rest of the war, Zenie prays, will be kind to them.

With the forty-eight-hour pass, they don’t have to wait until the end of the war for Shifty to make her the happiest girl in the world. Alone in their hotel room, with nothing but a slant of moonlight that sneaks in through the crack in the curtains, they make up for all their lost time.

The next morning, they discover that the towels in the bathroom are just as fluffy as the bedding. The soft, white fabric leaves little trails of fuzz covering their bodies, and they giggle as they gently swat each other, trying to remove it.

Putting on her uniform after the night they have feels strange. For a day, she’s been Zenie again. Her performance has enjoyed an intermission. Now, as they wander the streets of Paris one last time before boarding the train that will take them back to Mourmelon-le-Grand, she’s stepping back into her role and heading into the second act as a changed woman.

Changed for the better, she hopes.

[clonerightsagenda]

During this relisten I have been paying attention to potential evidence supporting this response to my character parallels post. The thoughts I have marshaled so far are,

Eiffel projects onto Hilbert. (This is relevant, bear with me.) He tells him - right after Hilbert tries to kill them and rips apart Hera's brain, no less! - that they're not so different. In Bolero, he tells Hilbert's memory that he wanted to believe even someone who had hurt so many people could change - he was clearly invested in Hilbert's improvement as a sign he could improve too, and vocalizing that makes him stop drinking, because he still has the chance to be better.

Why does this matter? Because in Desperate Measures, Eiffel tells Maxwell,

I knew it. I knew underneath all that sparkle and charm you were just as bad as Hilbert.

If he's projecting onto Hilbert, you could also read that as "I knew you were just as bad as me". Especially when he continues,

Hell, you're worse. You made Hera think you really cared, just to stab her in the back. Even Hilbert never sunk that low.

Eiffel claims he was pretty good at being a dad before things went wrong. I can easily see him being the 'fun' parent, who breezes in to bring presents or have a good time but doesn't stick around for any of the hard stuff. He made Anne think he cared. He had a responsibility to her, and then instead he was selfish and impulsive and got her and other people hurt. Even Hilbert didn't do that. But Maxwell did.

So yes, I can see Eiffel reacting badly to Maxwell because of the nature of her betrayal, just as he reacts strongly to Pryce for the same reason. But he dislikes her from the start. The response on the linked post suggests he picks up on her facade, and there could be something to that. Eiffel is aware he's putting on a show. In "Super Energy Saver Mode" when he's imitating Minkowski, he says

You are the most incompetent excuse for an enlisted man I have ever met. The only things you’ve done for the past 500 days have been sleep on the job, endanger our lives, and continually make stupid jokes just to hide the fact that you’re -

He might have been planning to say "worthless" or "filled with self-loathing" or something similar, but the point is, he's conscious that his behavior is an act to cover up characteristics he finds shameful or undesirable. Later, when Lovelace shows up, he tells Minkowski he knows a thing or two about telling lies. And, as the linked post notes, he sees through Cutter right away. Maxwell is the only other one to have such a strong negative reaction to Goddard's recruitment attempts.

Taking this all into consideration, my best guess is that after the Urania picked Eiffel up, Kepler and Jacobi sent Maxwell (the member of their team with the least god awful social skills) to play good cop and try to get some intel out of Eiffel - which, I'll note, is exactly what Minkowski had him do to Lovelace when she first showed up. However, Eiffel immediately saw through Maxwell's "sparkle and charm", picked up on her insincerity, and held on to that impression throughout her time on the station, even though her overtures to Hera probably were a lot more sincere. He saw her as someone who would put on a cheerful, funny front and pretend to give a shit but, when the chips were down, would take the selfish option and get people hurt. Like he said, from the start he knew - or suspected - that she was just as bad as him.

[flame-wing-dragon-phoenix123]

Chapter 28: Shadow Moth's Final Attack - Part 2

Vanitas made it out of the Startrain until suddenly the environment shakes, and he is shocked and turns around. He runs to the rooftops and notices Strikeback wandering outside.

"Don't think some risk can take me away to certain fights! Echo Blue Moon Rise!" Vanitas transforms into Sapphire and leaps away.

{~Startrain~}

Félix, posing as Adrien, is looking by the window. Nathalie tries to comfort him.

"Try to make the most out of this trip, Adrien. You're about to discover the world, and then you'll return to all of your friends and your father with fantastic memories to share with them." Nathalie holds Félix's hand.

Félix nodded. "You're right, Nathalie. You have to seize the opportunity when it presents itself to you."

"And we'll end up being the best friends in the world, since we're going to see it all together." Lila grins.

"I hope so with all my heart. Please excuse me for a moment."

Nathalie steps out for a while as Félix walks away from them with a secret intent. In the lavatory, he equips the Peacock Miraculous and finds the Grimoire's written instructions as pictured in Nathalie's tablet.  "Ah, here we go. "Attach the brooch." Okay, that's done. "The kwami comes out of the jewel. Say the magic words, Duusu, spread my feathers." Duusu, spread my feathers!"

With no transformation happening, Félix realizes that the jewel is fake. He clenches his fist to crack it and slams his fist after.

"It's a fake!"

{~With Dragon-Phoenix & Sapphire~}

Strikeback is still wandering around, and you chased after the sentimonster. Cat Noir jumps in from behind, joining you before Sapphire and Ladybug showed up running.

"Okay, guys. Let's wrap this one up quickly. I've got... full schedule." Cat Noir said.

Sapphire nodded, "Fine by me, I've got some urgent stuff to attend to." You all leaped up.

On top of the Eiffel Tower. Shadow Moth watches the chaos throughout the city. "My dear akumatized friend, sing as much as you can. We must ensure that Sapphire, Dragon-Phoenix, Ladybug and Cat Noir will take countless risks today."

Risk rides his toy wheel while singing his song. ♪" I'm Froggy, here I come. I'm not afraid of anyone." ♪

"Hey, if we wait a bit, we should see Sapphire and Dragon-Phoenix!"

"I'm gonna get so many likes for this!

"Unleash your power, Strikeback!" Shadow Moth commands the sentimonster.

Strikeback throws the landmark towards the Parisians. You all arrive when you slice off the ferris wheel in pieces from dealing more damage.

"Check that out! I gotta get a video!"

As the ferris wheel stops, it leans towards the buildings beside it. "What's wrong with you? It's dangerous to stay here, shoo!!" The Parisians leave following Ladybug's orders.

"Hey, little buddy old pal! Over here!" Strikeback punches towards Cat Noir a few times, destroying the surroundings.

A few debris fall near Risk, who Ladybug catches and reels back along with his toy wheel. "Don't stay here, otherwise you risk getting hit by the bad guy!" she leaps off.

♪ "I'm Froggy, here I come. I'm not afraid of anyone." ♪ Risk continues cycling.

Cat Noir approaches Strikeback, and upon hearing Risk's song, a risk takes effect. "Come on, no time to waste! Cata—"

Sapphire holds his arm. "Uh Puss, what are you doing?" he swings his knife to catch Strikeback.

"I'll use my power, you get the akuma, and bam. We can both go back to what we were doing!" Cat Noir extends his staff.

"Who knows what your power would do directly on an akumatized person? And if it's a sentimonster, a cataclysm would send it out of control!"   Ladybug reels in Strikeback and immediately lets go, making Strikeback trip from the recoil. Strikeback hits a few buildings from the fall.

"Well, brilliant. That's control? What's the difference with what I was saying?" Cat Noir argues with Ladybug.

"No way, it's too risky." Ladybug cross her arms

Cat Noir scoffs. "That's the problem with you. You never want to take any risks."

"Of course, I do! I take risks all the time!"

"Oh yeah? Would you risk knowing who I really am behind my mask?"

"You know very well that—"As soon as they notice a shadow, they look above to see Strikeback punching towards them. You and Sapphire grab Cat Noir and Ladybug and jump off, all four of you landing on the pavements.

"Our identites have to remain secret, I know." Cat Noir roll his eyes and got up. " So why do you and Sapphire know the identities of the other holders? So why not me?"

"I already told you, if I knew who you were, Shadow Moth would only need to akumatize me to get to you. I'm doing this to protect you." Ladybug annoyed.

"Would you both start focusing and look an incoming foot!" You shouted.

Ladybug notices a giant foot about to stomp on them and grabs Cat Noir to swing out to another rooftop. Cat Noir gets up again. " I don't need you to protect me. We'll never get akumatized! Accept for poor (Y/n) who was abused by her own sister and got Vanitas killed!"

Ladybug remembers the events of  Cat Blanc and Dark-Wing Dragon-Phoenix that hunts her for the rest of her life, flashing back through her mind. She was still traumatized by you when her nightmares came true that you really did try to kill her by stabbing her legs before you try to sever her neck.

She shook her head trying not to think about that right now. " You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Maybe because you never talk to me about anything!" Cat Noir retorted.

"Both of you stop arguing!" Sapphire headbutts them together making them yelp in pain. "What the hell's wrong with you when we're suppose to be focusing on Titans!"

"Sapphire, watch out!" Rena Furtive alerts Sapphire.

Sapphire looks up to find Strikeback about to crush them. You both jump out, and Ladybug takes a risk. "Nice one, Rena."

Cat Noir surprised. "Huh? Rena Rouge? Where is she?"

"Uh... Rena who?" Ladybug playing dumb.

Sapphire roll his eyes and slap her across the face. "Cut the act Lady-Big-Mouth, you just had to blurt it out anyways! This is why you are the foolish one to take risks!"

"Well you were in on this too!"

"You told me to keep my big mouth shut!"

Cat Noir squints at her in annoyance.

Ladybug gives up and sighs. "Fine, she's hidden. It's best you don't know where, it's—"

"Risky, yeah, right. I think I get it." Cat Noir cuts her off.

♪" I'm Froggy, here I come. I'm not afraid of anyone. "♪ You suddenly heard a child still roaming around the streets.

"Oh, come on, not this again!" Ladybug swings away to chase after Risk.

"Finally! Something more exciting than power or money: the magic of cinema!" André is about to get stomped by Strikeback but Sapphire swiftly saves him a second before Strikeback lands their foot. 

They take refuge behind a car. "This is no time for a film shoot, André! Go home!" Sapphire barks.

André shrugs at Sapphire's remark. Meanwhile, the reporters' helicopter takes a risk as they fly near the radius of Strikeback. "Head straight for him! If he attacks us, that'll make for some great footage!"

Strikeback hits the helicopter, sending it flying uncontrollably and about to crash on the streets. Luckily, the helicopter gets saved by you grabbing the object with your full demon streagth and land softly.

You met the three to stand beside Risk without any prior knowledge that you are already standing beside the akumatized victim.

"Do you think this villain is the reason why people are acting unusual?" Cat Noir talking about Strikeback.

"No." Sapphire answered. "But for the reason of knowing is that  we won't be able to defeat that Titan if we keep having to save people all the time. Lady Idiot get everyone assembled. Puss and Dragon-Phoenix, stall him while you can!"

You and Cat Noir nodded in agreement and proceeds to distract Strikeback.

"Fighting supervillains isn't fun and games. Go find your parents." Ladybug told Risk and leaps away.

"Keep it up! Taking risks always pays off in the end!" Shadow Moth's butterfly halo appears on Risk.

Risk continues cycling. ♪ "I'm Froggy, here I come. I'm not afraid of anyone." ♪

Ladybug gathers the Miraculous team as she distributes them to Nino, Kagami, Juleka, Zoé, Mylène, Marc and Ivan and the others as they transform to their superhero identities. 

Rena Furtive stays hidden at the rooftop of the Montparnasse Tower while she uses her flute as a telescope to check if everyone is in position. She spots Risk cycling freely on the streets. "Ladybug, that froggy kid still isn't getting it."

"Not again! Quick, come with me! Vesperia, immobilize the villain!"  The heroes begin their run.

"Venom!" Vesperia leaps on top of Strikeback and activates her power. She pierces her top on Strikeback, causing the monster to stop moving. 

Ladybug swings to grab Risk to safety. Unfortunately, Strikeback begins to move again and absorbs the power of Vesperia. "It's not working!"

"Clout!!" Purple Tigress leaps in the air and activates her power as well. She successfully hits Strikeback but the hit only results in it absorbing her powers, too. Strikeback throws her off the streets and Vesperia comes to her rescue. "Impossible!"

Strikeback is about to hit them with another blow just before Polymouse activates her power in front of Vesperia and Purple Tigress. "Multitude!"

She creates three copies of herself, having the two copies save Vesperia and Purple Tigress from Strikeback. The sentimonster throws its fist toward Polymouse as she multiplies into smaller versions of herself, causing Strikeback to copy the powers of another hero. With the newfound powers, Strikeback multiplies into three and activates the powers of the Bee and Tiger Miraculous.

"He can copy our powers!" Rena informs.

"Don't attack them! Don't hit him anymore! Or else it'll make him even more powerful! Retreat to city hall now!" Ladybug swings away with Risk.

On top of the city hall, the heroes gather up. Strikeback takes the ferris wheel and throws it to the direction where the heroes are.

"Wind dragon!" Ryuko successfully prevents the Ferris wheel from hitting them, yet, it flies to the direction where Rena Furtive is. 

This causes Carapace to panic. "Rena! Shell-ter!!" Carapace's shield luckily prevents the Ferris wheel from hitting Rena Furtive on top of the Tour Montparnasse. But the information of Rena Furtive's active status shocks the heroes, as well as Shadow Moth.

"Rena??"

"She's still active?" Shadow Moth was shocked.

Ladybug glares at Carapace and Rena Furtive. "I-I'm sorry. I couldn't keep it from him." Rena confessed.

"We'll talk about it later." Ladybug promises to address. "Okay, you, that's enough now. You're putting us all in danger."

♪ "I'm Froggy, here I come. I'm not afraid of anyone." ♪ Risk taunts Ladybug and continues singing

Rena spots the frog mark on Ladybug's nape, as well as on the other heroes', accept for you and Sapphire's napes as realization dawns over her.

♪ "Come shine or come rain, I ain't scared 'cause you're all lame!" ♪ Risk dances in front of them as he continues singing.

Ladybug growls in annoyance as Cat Noir intervenes. "I'm good with kids. I got this."

"Cat Noir get away from that thing!" You activate your demon arm making Risk shiver from you.

"Wow! Dragon-Phoenix stop!" Ladybug stops you. "What's gotten into you?"

You pushed her out of the way and raise your demonic arm at Risk who's too far away. "I said get away from that thing! It's likely inhuman for a child to have such bad taste in fashion!"

Sapphire narrows his eyes on Risk when Rena reports to him. "Sapphire, everyone's got a mark in a shape of a frog's foot on their necks."

"Come again?" Sapphire questions.

"What??" Ladybug gasp.

"You, Cat Noir, the others, all the people of Paris... we've all got that mark accept for Sapphire and Dragon-Phoenix!" Rena said.

Cat Noir is seen flying and gets knocked to the rooftop's edge, which makes Sapphire and Ladybug see the frog mark on his nape. You turn to see Risk standing on another rooftop. ♪" When Froggy's near, there's nothing to fear. Risk is my name and you're all so—"

"Blind!" Cat Noir sneered. " We were blind. We're not just dealing with a sentimonster. There's also an akumatized villain!"

"That's why you're all being so careless. It's him that's making everyone taking all these risks!" Sapphire accused.

Risk stuck his tongue at them while you take the fire shot to burn Risk as he screams in fear running away.

Shadow Moth laughs maniacally. "Now that Sapphire and Ladybug knows they've all been hit, she will doubt everything! And above all, herself!"

"Cat Noir, you need to de-transform!" Ladybug calls to him.

"What??"

"Until I've de-akumatized him, I can't leave you with your cataclysm. It's too risky! Minotaurox, Purple Tigress, Polymouse, with me! We'll never be able to beat the sentimonsters until we defeat Risk! Everyone else, try to limit the damages."

You all agree with the plan as they all leap away to the rooftops. Ladybug, Purple Tigress, Minotaurox and Polymouse chase after Risk as you and Sapphire try to prevent Risk from creating more casualties in the city. 

Cat Noir is left on the rooftops per Ladybug's order, leaving him shocked and frustrated. "But I can help..."

The frog mark takes effect as he takes the risk of fighting the sentimonsters, not following Ladybug's orders.

The four heroes taking care of Risk continue to chase after him. Purple Tigress manages to grapple Risk as Ladybug takes his nunchucks and breaks it, with no akuma freed from it. Ladybug proceeds to break everything that Risk owns only to find no akuma flying away.

"Nothing! No akuma!"

"I tricked you! You'll never find my akuma 'cause my object's hidden from you!" Risk smirks.

Ladybug gasps in shock and turns her head to the three sentimonsters wreaking havoc to the city. " Okay, let's split up! Keep looking!"

Cat Noir is pinned on a building by Strikeback. "Cataclysm!" He activates his cataclysm. Strikeback unfortunately touches his ring and mimics his power. "No!"

"Strikeback!" The sentimonster activates the cataclysm and destroys the Tour Montparnasse.

On the rooftops. Ladybug is alerted from the sentimonster's damage. "Cat Noir! No, I told him! This is a nightmare... (gasps) Unless...Lucky Charm!"  using her Lucky Charm, she gets a ticket. "A ticket for the Jardin des Plantes? It's from yesterday... (gasps) I know! I've gotta put an end to this madness ASAP!"

She leaps off. " Okay! I need someone who hasn't been hit." Ladybug flashes back to what she sees as 'Adrien's' departure, and her vision zooms in on his nape.  "Adrien! But I've been hit by Risk! Maybe my idea's way too risky, or is it a risk not to take this risk? Am I doing this for the love of risk, or the risk of love?"

Doubting herself, decides to travel to the past and retrieve the akumatized object with the help of an ally who she believes hasn't been affected: Adrien. She groans and opens her yo-yo and reaches for the Rabbit Miraculous and Horse Miraculous. She wears the two Miraculouses. "No. It's Adrien, and he doesn't have the mark. It's a good idea! Tikki, Fluff, Kaalki, unify!"

Ladybug transforms into Pennybug. " Voyage!" A portal opens, sending her to the Startrain. Pennybug exits out of the lavatory, while Félix exits out of the adjacent. They are both surprised.

"Who are you?"

"Oh! It's me, Ladybug. Or rather, Ladybug with a few extra powers. Pennybug! Wait!" Pennybug checks Félix's neck immediately, still under the impression that he is Adrien. She sighs in relief. "You're alright. Adrien, I need your help. I have to find an object." She retrieves the Dog Miraculous.

"Y... Your yo-yo gives you direct access to all the Miraculous?" Felix asked.

"The ones in my Miracle Box, yes. It's a magic shortcut." Pennybug nodded.

"Wow!" Felix amazed.

"Adrien Agreste, here is the Miraculous of the dog which will grant you the power to locate and fetch whatever your ball has touched. You will use it for the greater good, then you will return it to me.... Can I trust you?" Ladybug asked.

Félix looks at the Miraculous intensely.

"If you're doubting yourself, then trying is the only way you can gain the confidence you need."

Félix nods and wears the Miraculous, and Barkk appears. "Hi, I'm Barkk! The kwami of adoration! I'm so happy to have a new holder, you and I can play ball! All you have to say is, "Barkk, on the hunt"!"

"With pleasure. Barkk, on the hunt!" Félix transforms into a holder of the Dog Mircaulous

"Thanks to your superpower, you can locate any object that you've touched before."

"Oh! Uh...Like this?" Flairmidable touches her yo-yo.

Pennybug giggles. "No! With the ball. A light touch will be enough."

Félix holds out the ball. "Okay, I get it. What about the object I'm supposed to find? Where is it?"

"In the past. Burrow!" Pennybug enters the portal and Flairmidable follows. "We have to find the little boy before he was akumatized."

"You can travel through time?"

Pennybug reverses a window " Yes. And even though time travel is always risky, today we have to take that risk." She found Froggy was akumatized, touch his stuffed toy. "Found it!" They both enter into the past. "As soon as we know which object is going to be akumatized, you have to hit it with the ball, but without anyone seeing so you don't interfere with the course of events."

The akuma infects Froggy's stuffed toy.

"His fluffy! Of course!" Pennybug realized.

Flairmidable throws his ball to the stuffed toy, and it rolls back to him. "Let's go, come on!" Pennybug and Flairmidable enter back into the burrow.

"But we don't know where he's going to hide his bag!"

"Thanks to your power, we don't need to." They both jump out to the present timeline.

Back at the Present timeline, Paris. Pennybug and Flairmidable step out the Burrow. "Fluff, Kaalki, divide!" Pennybug reverts back to Ladybug

As Ladybug takes off her sunglasses, both her and Flairmidable gasp in shock, seeing the sentimonsters have already caused great chaos in the city. The heroes are down on the pavement as they look at Strikeback in fear. 

You and Sapphire panted while he hold you close.

On the rooftops, Cat Noir continues to take risks as he lures Strikeback to his direction. "Come on, bring it! I'm not scared of you!"

"Don't you stupid cat!" Sapphire shouted.

Strikeback throws its fist towards the rooftop where Cat Noir stood and dodged it.

"Hurry! He won't last long!" Ladybug worries.

Flairmidable takes out his ball. "Fetch!"

His ball lights up and flies to where the akumatized object is. As the ball touches the stuffed frog toy, the ball and the akumatized object appear on his hands. Ladybug takes the toy and pulls its arm to break the akuma free.

" No more evil doing for you, megakuma!" She catches the megakuma and proceeds to throw her lucky charm object. "Miraculous Ladybug!"

The magical ladybugs clear up the marks on their necks and frees them from Risk's effects. Cat Noir isback to normal. "Yeah, uh- actually, how about we continue this later? You guys stay right there, okay?"

He flees quickly away from Strikeback who brings yet another blow on where he stood. He proceeds to hide behind a chimney as he sees Ladybug admiring Flairmidable's skills. "Awesome! Well done! You did what's needed to be done on your first try. I knew you were the one I needed! You really are the best, Adri— I mean..."

"Flairmidable. Call me Flairmidable." he addressed.

"It really suits you!" Ladybug gushes and did a fist bump with him. The two heroes leap away, leaving Cat Noir dejected, and he proceeds to follow them.

In the streets, Ladybug and Flairmidable returns the frog plushie to Froggy. "Here you go, little buddy! Even though you're so brave that you're not scared of Shadow Moth." She hands Froggy his plushie with a magical charm already hanged on it. " With this, you'll still remember to always be careful."

Froggy hugs his frog plushie. "Thank you, Ladybug!"

"Let's go recharge before dealing with these sentimonsters!" Sapphire orders as the heroes jump off to their rendezvous points, with Cat Noir being the last one to leave. He simply runs off.

"Risk has been defeated, but Ladybug must have made a mistake of some kind, and I can't wait to see what it is. The battle is not over, Strikeback!" Shadow Moth grins.

In the Sewers, Ladybug and Flairmidable run off to different directions to de-transform.

 "Spots off!" Ladybug de-transforms into Marinette.

"Lay down!" Flairmidable de-transforms into Félix.

Tikki munches on a macaron. "Thanks again, Adrien. I'll take you back to the train." Marinette mistakes him as Adrien when he's actually Felix.

"I don't wanna get back on that train. I wanna stay and fight with you."

"What about your trip? Are you going to stand up to your father?"

"Yes. You've given me the courage I need, Ladybug. I feel like from now on, nothing can stop me." Felix chuckles evilly when his plan will finally get revenge on his uncle.

You and the heroes are watching Strikeback wreck more buildings as Ladybug and Flairmidable arrive. "Hey, everyone! Meet Flairmidable, the new holder of the Dog Miraculous."

"What a lame name. I'm going to barf." Sapphire coughs falsely when Ladybug glares at him.

Suddenly Cat Noir climbs up, arriving in time. "Oh, Cat Noir! Miraculous of the dog, Miraculous of the cat! Dog and cat! Funny isn't it?" She laughs.

"Hilarious." Cat Noir unamused.

"Nice working with you, Cat Noir." Flairmidable smiles and reach out with his hand.

"Come on! Shake paws." Ladybug is blind.

"Eww don't!" Sapphire rejected but the just did and shake hands.

Ladybug giggles fangirling. " I knew you two would get along. That's the magic of the Miraculous, even dogs and cats can exist in harmony! You're gonna be spending a lot of time together now that he's joined the team! Ready Miraculous team?"

"I've got a plan, you just stay out of it." Sapphire pushes Ladybug out which she looks taken a back from him. "We can't attack them, we're gonna trap them. No needless risks. Rooster Bold, use your power that Dragon has shades, give yourself the power to multiply objects. We'll need more pairs of sunglasses."

"Sublimation!" As everyone watches Rooster Bold multiply the sunglasses, not noticing that Flairmidable touches Ladybug's yo-yo including Sapphire's Book of Vanitas.

"I will lure all the sentimonsters to the same place. Carapace, you'll create a shield so that they can't escape." You chimed in. "I'll use The Flame-Wing Dragon-Phoenix's Power  to destroy them along with Sapphire's."

"A portal where?" Flairmidable asked you.

"To the Earth's core!" Sapphire grabs your hand. "Let's rock!"

Everyone wore some glasses and you all jump off towards Strikeback for their plan, except for Flairmidable. You use your demon speed and use your sword to heat up with your fire  and drove all three sentimonsters fall into the Earth's core with the finishing blow of Sapphire's Arsenius power.

Flairmidable drops his sunglasses, sympathizes with them and leaves to find his uncle. "I'm sorry....Vanitas."

"Light of Cosmos!" You raise your card and the galaxy of stars fix the damage done by the sentimonsters.

"I don't understand! Sapphire and Ladybug should have made a mistake! They should have taken one too many risks, they should have lost!" Shadow Moth is frustrated and jumps off the Eiffel Tower.

In the alleyways, Ladybug and Rena Furtive rendezvous to talk about the early incident at the Tour Montparnasse. Ladybug and Rena Furtive meet up, and the latter de-transforms.

"I'm sorry. I— I couldn't lie to Nino, we share everything, you know?" Alya sadly takes off her necklace and hands it to Ladybug, who closes Alya's fist.

"I get it. I share everything with my best friend, and I wasn't able to lie to her either." Ladybug hugs Alya.

"You shouldn't ever trust me with it again. It's too risky, now that Shadow Moth knows. But I don't need to be a superhero to be your friend. You know that, right? Trixx, I renounce you." Trixx disappears into the Miraculous, and Alya hands it over while wiping her tears. "Go get the other Miraculous back before you de-transform."

Ladybug leaps off and goes to look for "Adrien" in the Sewers but can't find Adrien. "Adrien? Adrien? This can't be possible."

{~Interior, Agreste mansion~} 

Gabriel storms in his office while talking to Nathalie on the phone. "How could the plan fail? Ladybug had to make a mistake. There's no point in going on any longer. Come back home with Vanitas and Adrien, cancel everything. This is all futile now."

Nathalie: (on-call) "The thing is..."

"Ladybug did indeed make a mistake... uncle."  Felix awaits Gabriel's return, who calls Nathalie to cancel the trip, and interrupts him, revealing his identity and causing Gabriel to drop the phone.

"I've lost Vanitas and Adrien, sir. They're no longer on the train!" Nathalie tries to reach out to him and explain that Adrien is missing but starts coughing uncontrollably. Lila smirks.

"Félix?" Gabriel realized.

{~With Vanitas~}

Vanitas made to his room and washed out all the ash over his hair and massage his back when all of the sudden something seems light. He reached for the grimoire, the familiar weight was comforting but all he felt was emptiness.

And then realization hits him when Ladybug showed the  new Dog Miraculous was none other than...

"FELIX!" Everything that happened occurred right under his nose.

Meanwhile, Adrien walks out of his bathroom displeased, while Ladybug swings in. "Phew! There you are. I'm sorry I thought I told you we were supposed to meet up."

"Meet up?" Adrien has know idea what's she's talking about.

"Yes, so you could give it back to me."

"Give what back to you?"

"Well, the Miraculous of the dog."

"But you didn't give me anything."

"Of course, I did! On the train."

"The train?" Adrien was still confused until it hits him "...Félix!"

Suddenlt Vanitas kicks down Adrien's door shouting at Ladybug. "You Crazy ASS Bitch! Where's my BOOK!?"

Ladybug's eyes enlargen as she gasps. Realizing that she's been fooled by her ego and her blind love mistaking Felix as Adrien. How foolish she was.

Just under them, Gabriel interrogates Flairmidable. "What do you want, Félix?"

"I want the real Peacock Miraculous and the real Infinity power. And you're going to give it to me." Flairmidable demands.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you want me to tell Vanitas and Adrien about the secret code on the painting? Then, give me what I ask for and I'll give you something better in exchange." Flairmidable threatens.

"Sapphire and Dragon-Phoenix's Miraculous?" Gabriel thoughts.

"No. All the other Miraculous. And this. I won't be needing it anymore. As long as Ladybug hasn't de-transformed, I only have to say one word and her yo-yo, the magic portal to the Miraculous, will be yours. Make up your mind, time is ticking. If you don't make up your mind, I'll tell Vanitas that is was you...who killed his birth parents during the accident."

Gabriel growls that Felix knows his secret about Vanitas' past. "How do I know that you won't use the Peacock Miraculous and the Infinity against us?"

"If I wanted to harm you, uncle, I would've done it a long time ago." Flairmidable places one of the twin rings on the table in trade for the Peacock Miraculous.

Gabriel hesitates and agrees, renouncing Duusu before taking off his ascot tie. "Duusu, I renounce you." he places the Peacock Miraculous on the table.

As they both place their jewels to trade on the table, the two glared at one another and eventually swap. Gabriel wears the ring and Flairmidable grabs the Peacock Miraculous.

"Fetch!" His ball flies towards Adrien's room, coming in contact with Ladybug's yo-yo and absorbs it. The ball returns to Flairmidable along with the yo-yo as Gabriel quickly takes hold of it.

"Ah! You've lost, Sapphire and Ladybug! Finally!!" Gabriel maniacally reaches out all the Miraculouses.

{~With Vanitas~}

Ladybug begins to panic now that she knows Flairmidable, or rather Félix, had already seized the opportunity to steal her yo-yo.

Ladybug has now have a panic attack, realizing that she lost all the Miraculous. "The ball... of the dog... Félix... He has the yo-yo, and that means... he has the Miraculous!"

Gabriel triumphantly grabs every Miraculous inside Ladybug's yo-yo and places them on the table one by one. "My greatest wish will finally come true!!" Gabriel continues to laugh maniacally.

Ladybug starts hyperventilating as her anxiety gets worse and worse. Adrien crouches down and advises her. " Ladybug, try to keep calm. Think. There must be a way to get your yo-yo back."

"Yes, maybe if I transform back and then—"

"Go ahead, you'll be safe here." Adrien opens the door to his bathroom.

"I-I don't know anymore, I— What if this is a trap? What if you're Félix?!" Ladybug went crazy.

"If you're gonna trust me once, please let it be this time!" Adrien closes the door.

Vanitas shook his head in disappointment. All is lost. "Adrien, it's no use....He's already taken them all when she  screw up everything....again."

Freaked out and doubting herself, Ladybug pants and falls dejectedly on the floor. "Spots off.. Please hurry, Tikki! We can't let them take all the Miraculous, please let there be some left, there has to be some left!" Marinette cries.

Gabriel continues to marvel at all the Miraculous scattered on the table. "Lay down." Flairmidable de-transforms into Félix. Barkk flies beside him. "Barkk, I renounce you."

Barkk disappears as Félix places the Dog Miraculous alongside the others on the table and leaves the room, leaving a triumphant Gabriel alone.

Tikki finally finishes eating her macaron.  "I'm done!"

"Tikki, spots on!" Marinette in panic after just as she transforms, her yo-yo on Gabriel's desk disappears. She quickly opens it and checks if there are still any Miraculous left inside, only to find nothing. "No! There's nothing left!"

Ladybug crestfallen in defeat and continues to cry. "I've lost...!"

"Ladybug...?" Adrien looks down for a while, sympathizing with Ladybug and decides to open the door to look out for her, only to find his bathroom already empty.

Adrien turns to Vanitas and he knew what he needs to do before transforming to Sapphire and call you to his side.

At sunset, on the rooftops of the Jardins du Trocadéro, Ladybug cries over the loss of the Miraculouses. She is sitting all by herself under the rain, crying. Hawk Moth starts to laugh maniacally as he appears with his head shaped with his akumas, alongside with all the powers of the Miraculous. An illusion of the message transmission appears inside with Shell-ter to protect his akumas in case Ladybug purifies them again.

"People of Paris, Ladybug had promised to protect you. Well, she lied to you! Behold, her  and Sapphire's defeat! I took all the Miraculous from her! Now I'm more powerful than ever! From now on, I will be attacking you relentlessly. I would be everywhere probing your thoughts, steal your dreams, harnessing your deepest fears! Whatever damage I can cause, I will not stop! Unless... someone brings me Sapphire and Dragon-Phoenix's Miraculous!"

Hawk Moth with all the Miraculouses, now known as Monarch, threatens all the Parisians; including Chloé Bourgeois, promising to attack them more than ever, and that he will not stop until he gets your Miraculouses.

"I've lost everything!!" Ladybug  cries while holding her head down in shame.

"Oh stop crying, we're still here. Don't think you're the one fighting for survival." Sapphire's annoyed voice made Ladybug gasps as she turns her head to look at him, you and Cat Noir who is already standing beside her looking out  facing Hawk Moth.

Guilt-ridden, she still crying and she gave up easily. "Why don't you three just give up on me? I've lost all the Miraculous! I'm the worst Guardian ever! I wanted to control everything! I didn't listen to you both! I lied to you! I kept you at a distance! I wanted to be better like Sapphire and Dragon-Phoenix no matter how many times I wanted to catch up! Every time you three offered me a helping hand, I never took it! I really made a mess of everything!!"

Ladybug was expecting to be slapped but what shocked her was just a pat on the head by Sapphire. "Alright, alright. Just shut up and stop crying you big baby and get your ass up, will ya?"

Ladybug looks to him before you and Cat Noir who reached up and pick her up as Sapphire continues. "We're going to get them back and crying like a stupid girl won't solve you're problems. You may fall and tremble and for once, show some humiliation when you admit you are not a good leader too. So might as well put your trust in me....I will put an end to this and get my book back."

You pat her by the shoulder before walking up to your boyfriend holding his hand. "We will never back down, , until the very last. We'll make sure that we will win. So please, Ladybug....put your faith in Sapphire and the rest of us if you do the same."

Ladybug never heard you being soft and she feels a little better.  "Sapphire...Dragon-Phoenix...Cat Noir... and me?"

Cat Noir smiles at her before turning to you and Sapphire who stood out in front of them. "Sapphire and Dragon-Phoenix, the best anti-heroes there ever was, them, the people of Paris..." he points at the huge crowd of Parisians below them, cheering for you and Sapphire.

"Sapphire! Sapphire! Sapphire! Sapphire!" the Parisians chanted.

"And us, Sapphire and his maiden... their your loyal partners." Cat Noir determines.

The Parisians continue to cheer for you and Sapphire. Ladybug stands stern side-by-side with You and Sapphire along with Cat Noir, as her tears get taken away by the wind.

Sapphire squeeze your hand in his before he clasp them together looking out over to Hawk Moth, The people of Paris cheer for the heroes, who prepare to face the villain.

"Are you scared, My Luv?" Sapphire asked you.

You shook your head. "As long as I have you, I'm not scared of anything."

Sapphire smiles and hold you by your waist bringing you  closer and peck your lips. "And neither will I. I will defeat him by my own hands..."

With the rain and wind by you both sides, you and Sapphire are getting ready to face the villainous Hawk Moth, once and for all.

[aidanchaser]

Chapter Two is up! Come meet Adrien in his Butterfly/Peacock form + the Cat Miraculous holder of this AU!

Song fic based around The Butterfly Effect by FJØRA

Read on Ao3 here. Read Chapter One: Verse One on tumblr here. Read Chapter Two: Chorus below

look ‘round Marinette isn’t good at this yet, and now she never will be.

She and Alya have only been friends for a few days, and she’s already messed it up. She overcommitted, as she always did; she broke one too many promises, gave one too many flimsy excuses, and missed one too many phone calls. Now her briefly-best-friend is cloaked in black and purple and shoving Ladybug off of the Eiffel Tower.

Marinette searches for the yo-yo that is supposed to be at her waist, but belatedly remembers that Vision Violette snatched it from her in their fight.

He doesn’t always make an appearance alongside his akumatized victims, but he has today. He waited for Ladybug at the top of the Eiffel Tower, where Lady Wifi had cleverly herded her. Marinette should have known that she’d dodged those pause buttons too easily.

She wonders if, once she’s nothing but a victim of gravity spread across the pavement, Vision Violette will wade through her viscera to dig out her earrings. She wonders if her partner will finally show up to this fight only to become his final victim. A small, bitter part of her imagines Vision thinking he can control the holder of the cat miraculous in grief, only to find the power of Cataclysm turned on him and the world.

It’s not a victory, really, but it’s her only comfort as she sails towards the ground.

the sky is falling Pain cuts through Marinette’s midsection as her own yo-yo’s string catches around her waist. Her descent comes to a grinding halt and she thinks if she didn’t have the protection of her miraculous, she might have been sliced in two.

She stares up the line of her string and sees none other than Vision Violette on the other end, a dozen stories away, keeping her from striking the ground.

Before she finish the Why? that screams in her head, a blue hawk with brilliant red eyes edged in thick black dives towards her. It spreads its wings as it comes towards her, and its talons arch for her ears. Vision may not want to see her guts spread across the park grounds, but maybe he doesn’t mind if the Senti-hawk tears her ears off in its attempt to deliver her earrings to him.

She puts her hands up in an effort to fend off the bird, but there is little else she can do while suspended in the air, tied up in her own line.

Her last sight is of her masked best friend standing beside Vision before the Senti-hawk’s wings hide everything else.

turn it upside down “Cataclysm!”

Ladybug’s partner makes her appearance with a loud shout. There’s a flash of black, chaotic energy, and Ladybug’s yo-yo line snaps. She grabs onto Chaton Chique’s arm, and the limitless baton vaults them both into the iron beams of the tower.

“Sorry I’m late,” Chaton apologizes. “I was a bit tied up in my other identity. Are you alright, my lady?”

Marinette has never been more grateful for a solid footing and a chaotic partner, who always knows how to make an entrance.

“Yes, thank you,” Marinette says, still a bit breathless and winded. She rubs her middle and wonders if there will be a bruise there when she detransforms or if her Miraculous Ladybug power will undo her injuries. She doesn’t have enough experience yet to know for certain.

Chaton Chique beams at Ladybug’s gratitude. She gives a half-curtsy-half-bow, clicking the toe of one kitten heel against the beam as she dips her head, blonde ponytail bouncing as she does. Then she holds her hand out to Ladybug and says, “Going up?”

so sudden shift Ladybug and Chaton Chique land on the top of the Eiffel Tower, only to immediately dodge one of Lady Wifi’s pause buttons.

The Senti-hawk’s talons reach for Chaton’s ring, but she leaps backwards onto the railing, then upwards into a flip and down onto the other side. The pawprint on her ring flashes.

“Can we wrap-tor this up, Ladybug?” she asks.

Marinette blocks a punch from Lady Wifi and risks a glance at Vision Violette. He is out of the fray, leaning against his cane. His eyes are on his Senti-hawk, and the peacock on his lapel is already missing one of its lights.

They’re both running out of time, but it won’t matter if Ladybug can’t get to her yo-yo.

She slides beneath Lady Wifi and kicks Vision’s cane out from under him. He catches himself on the railing and swings his fan out to strike her, but she steps out of his reach. She just needs to get close enough to get her weapon back.

She hears the ping! of Lady Wifi’s phone and leaps up just in time to avoid the lock icon. Vision is not quite so fast. He tries to step aside, but it catches his hand holding his fan, locking him in place.

Lady Wifi’s hold is brief, though. She swipes up on her screen and undoes the lock the moment she sees where it’s landed, but it gives Marinette enough time to swipe her yo-yo from Vision’s pocket. The string is damaged from Chaton’s Cataclysm, but there’s enough of it to call on her power. She leaps backwards and tosses the yo-yo into the air.

“Lucky Charm!”

its a ruthless heart shock By the time the Lucky Charm drops into Ladybug’s hand, Vision has leapt from the Tower and is doing his own plummet to the earth. Ladybug tosses her yo-yo after him but his Senti-hawk has already caught the back of his jacket in its talons and is carrying him out of her reach.

Vision does not always appear in a fight—only when he thinks a Sentimonster is necessary to assist, or he feels assured of his victory—but Ladybug always thinks each time he shows his face could be the last time. She needs to unmask him before he realizes how risky it is to show himself at all.

Particularly because she thinks he might be slowing down.

She’s seen him cross his cane against Chaton Chique’s baton with the skill of any professional duelist, and he has kept pace with her in their few fights. He never should have been caught in Lady Wifi’s lock.

Maybe she should pay more attention to the way he leans on his cane.

“Are you going to foil Vision’s plan, or what?” Chaton Chique calls.

Marinette shakes her head to refocus. She can’t do anything about Vision at the moment, but she can stop Lady Wifi. She looks down at the roll of aluminum foil in her hands and searches for a plan, some lucky course of events that will help her undo the damage that Vision Violette has done.

there are no promises here She and Chaton Chique are able to make a Faraday cage that stops Lady Wifi’s signals from escaping. As Ladybug tosses the Lucky Charm into the air, Alya is restored to herself, the string of Ladybug’s yo-yo repairs itself, and the bruises around Marinette’s waist heal.

“Bon jeu,” Chaton Chique says, and blows Ladybug a kiss as her ring flickers again. “I’d love for you to see my face,” she sighs, “because it’s irresistible—utterly irresistible.”

“Sorry, Chaton,” Ladybug says as she helps Alya stand. “We have to keep who we are secret until we stop Vision.”

“Could I at least have my kiss back before I go?” Chaton pouts.

Ladybug obliges and blows a kiss in Chaton’s direction, which Chaton dramatically catches in her hand and presses against her own lips before diving off of the Eiffel Tower. “Au revoir!” she calls, voice trailing off behind her fall.

Alya leans over the railing and watches as Chaton catches herself with her baton and disappears into the rooftops of Paris. “Ladybug, I’m really grateful that you freed me from Vision’s power, but promise me you have a safer way down than that.”

“Of course I do, Aly—I mean—citizen—I mean—”

But Alya only beams. “You know me because I run the Ladyblog, don’t you? Oh, could I please get an interview? My friend Marinette—” she stops and bites her lip. “At least, this classmate I have, Marinette—we sit by each other and I think you’re a real inspiration to her. She’s shy, but whenever I want to boost her confidence, I just tell her about how brave Ladybug is, and that helps her face her fear.”

Marinette’s bites down on her lip. “I’m sure your friend appreciates you, but I’m afraid I don’t have time for an interview.” Her earrings are already beginning to dim. “I’ll just get you back to safety, okay?”

ruthless heart shock Ladybug sets Alya down near her friends—at least, some of them. Myléne, Rose, and Nino are there, and Adrien pushes his way forward with Chloé right behind him.

“Ladybug!” Chloé calls, but Marinette ignores her.

“Maybe just be patient with your friend next time she misses your call,” Marinette suggests to Alya.

“Ladybug!”

Alya glances at Chloé with visible disdain. “A missed call isn’t the only reason Vision Violette akumatized me.”

Marinette bites down on her tongue to avoid agreeing with Alya. Chloé has caused her fair share of akumas, but Marinette’s made her own mistakes, too. She can’t exactly be the one to criticize Chloé, even if Chloé’s intentions are notably less noble than Marinette’s.

Her earrings flicker again and she turns to go.

“Ladybug, wait!”

But isn’t Chloé calling for her this time. It’s a less familiar, less demanding voice.

She turns and Adrien’s hand catches her wrist.

“Ladybug,” he says, voice soft. Her head spins just from the sound of his voice and her ears burn hot.

Adrien only joined their class a few weeks ago, not long after the akuma attacks began, but Marinette’s been smitten with him ever since he held an umbrella out to her in the middle of a rain storm. Her tongue feels like lead and her heart stutters in her chest.

“Thank you, Ladybug,” he says, “for always being there.”

As her earrings flash their final warning, she yanks her hand away.

“I always will be,” she manages, and hurries away before she accidentally unveils herself before all of Paris.

there are no promises here

[merrybrides]

Bridal Shower Theme Ideas to Inspire Your Perfect Celebration

If you're in charge of planning and hosting a bridal shower, chances are you've been giving possible themes a great deal of thought. This is a party the bride-to-be will remember for the rest of her life, so it makes sense that you want it to be both unforgettable and special. So, how do you throw a bridal shower to remember? Ultimately, your goal should be to plan a party that's reflective of the guest of honor while also pleasing a multi-generational crowd.

Doing so ultimately begins with choosing the right theme. While there's no rule that says you need a theme, having one helps inspire your color palette, décor, games, food, and more. So, if you need inspiration, let these perfect bridal shower theme ideas get your wheels turning.

Champagne Brunch

Your guests will be lining up to say "I do" to a waffle bar and sparkling mimosa station. Serve up beautiful bowls of fruit, fresh pastries, and plenty of chilled champagne.

Nautical Affair

Whether the bride and her shipmates are staying dry on land or heading out on a yacht, you can pull off a nautical bridal shower theme with navy blue hues, stripes, anchors, ship wheels, and sailor's hats. Make sure to add Bobby Darin's "Beyond the Sea" to the playlist.

Beach Bonanza

Like a nautical bridal shower, a beach bridal shower has coastal vibes—but this one is all about sand and sunshine. Create a color palette with aquamarine hues and incorporate seashells and starfish.

Black-Tie Glitter and Glitz

For the bride who loves dressing to the nines, invite guests to get dolled up in their fanciest outfits. Decorate with anything sparkly and glittery, and score definite bonus points if there's a chandelier involved.

Backyard Bliss

Paradise awaits in your own backyard. Transform an outdoor space into a cheerful and relaxed setting for a casual bridal shower. Incorporate fun floral arrangements, twinkle lights, and traditional picnic food. Plus—this is the perfect excuse to give your backyard a makeover.

Tea Party

For the girl who loves all things floral, delicious, and dainty, you should definitely consider a bridal tea party. You can keep it classically British or switch it up with a Mad Hatter theme. Either way, serve a refreshing assortment of artisanal tea, scrumptious scones, and tasty cucumber sandwiches.

Paris Romance

Celebrate love with a shower that pays homage to the city of light and love. Incorporate the Eiffel Tower into the decorations and serve up French wines, cheeses, and desserts. The final touch? Press play on an Édith Piaf recording.

All-White Bridal Shower

The day is fast approaching where the bride is going to wear all white. Get in the spirit with an all-white shower.

Gatsby Bridal Shower

Throw a bridal fête fit for Daisy Buchanan with flapper dresses and feathered headbands. Serve up classic Prohibition cocktails like sidecars (made of cognac, triple sec, and lemon juice) and Gin Rickeys (a combo of gin, lime juice, and seltzer).

Glam Pajama Party

Remember how much fun slumber parties were as a little girl? It'll be an awesome girls' night in, complete with pizza, drinks, candy, games, and a movie (we're thinking Bridesmaids). You can host this at your own home or up the ante and reserve a suite at a hotel for the ultimate chill out session, with the option of spa access to boot (and you won't be the one cleaning up popcorn the next day).

Shabby-Chic

Channel romantically rustic vibes with delicately distressed décor, tea served in mason jars, hand-drawn signage, and baby's breath centerpieces. Add some homemade treats (pie would be oh-so perfect) for a personal touch. You can include the bridesmaids or the whole guest list by inviting everyone to bring their favorite desserts à la a potluck dessert table.

Love Is Sweet

Love is sweet and the bridal shower will be, too. A candy-centered bridal shower lends itself to bright, colorful decorations. Bring on the dessert bar filled with candy and treats. Remember to have some sugar-free candy for any guests with food sensitivities. You can also get customized M&M's in the bride's wedding colors, with her name, or "I Do," or whatever you choose—even an image of the bride (or her spouse-to-be).

Country Chic

For a country-lovin' bride, ask guests to don their cutest cowgirl attire and decorate your space with hay bales, horses, and horseshoes.

Coed Jack and Jill Shower

Who says a bridal shower has to be ladies only? Some couples want to do every wedding activity together, right down to the bridal shower, and there's nothing wrong with that. Make it a coed affair with a Jack and Jill shower. The more the merrier, right?