#i wish they had magical girl transformations that would be funny i think .

[sourfrootz]

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[tetsunabouquet]

The Sakamaki Brothers with a Witch S/O

A/N: I can hardly make a Mukami version without dedicating one to the Sakamaki brothers!

Shu

-Nothing impresses this boy, so he reacted calmly to the news. -Constantly begs you to turn his brothers into frogs. -He also often asks you if you can turn Reiji into a pig. -You found out a great way to motivate Shu to do something is to create a reward system with sleeping potions as they give him the best of naps. -He's surprisingly touchy about speaking of you powers in public. Once when his brothers fed him drunk, he confessed to you that he's scared of people burning you on a stake if they ever find out.

Reiji

-Reacted to the news with polite interest. -Loves making potions with you. -Which is something his brothers absolutely loathe, because now the Sakamaki mansion is permanently filled with all kinds of smells stemming from the ingredients. Kanato especially, is tired of the mushroom and toad smell. -Refrains from asking you to enchant his brothers, even though he does harbor the desire to have them be turnt into the cockroaches he thinks they are. -Except for when it's Shu. He'd love to see his brother be turnt into an insect, and finds it a bummer that you always refuse.

Ayato

-Was shocked when you told him. -Though he found it pleasing to be dating a witch, obviously Yours Truly would never date a regular human. -Often pouts a you that you won't put a curse on one of his brothers. "Why not? Yours Truly is demanding it of you!" -Wouldn't dare to comment on your chest because he knows you would turn him into a pancake. -"Are witches really so light that they can't drown?"

Kanato

-Found it amazing with the same childish delight as he would have had if you told him you owned a toy store. -Because Kanato actually has an affinity for magic, you like teaching him some tricks. -You refrain from teaching him any curses he can put on his brothers because you don't want to get in trouble with their father. -Wants to live in a candy cabin similar as the one of the witch in Hansel & Gretel together with you. He said, "Since you won't help me get rid of my brothers, how about we devote the rest of our lives to each other in the candy cabin? -Once the two of you are ready to settle down for good, you give into his wishes of living in a candy cabin.

Laito

-When you told him, he found it amusing. -He is the one who comes up with the most weird curse requests like if you could transform his brothers into girls. -You always tell him no with a smile on your face because you do think its funny. -Interested in which magical herbs he can use to make the ultimate aphrodisiac. "No Laito, just no. You're a horny menace, you know?" -As a Halloween prank, Laito and you planned to enchant the piano in the Sakamaki mansion to play a creepy tune out of itself. His brothers weren't amused.

Subaru

-"So you have a magic wand?" was the first thing he said to you when you told him you were a witch. -As the youngest, most of the innocent questions come from Subaru. "So, do you ride a broom?" -"Are you powerful enough to kill my dad?" -He is secretly very happy to be dating a girl who's tough enough to handle his dysfunctional family and can defend herself. -Because he's got no hobbies or anything, he just often watches you practise magic to kill time. He honestly finds it fascinating to watch you fuss over a potion or pout out of frustration at an ancient tome.

[irrealisms]

and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

the Pants Party was one of the first ideas kelardry and i had for pmmm au--back in, like, last october or so--of… in minecraft, not wearing full armor is a major combat disadvantage. in pmmm, not transforming is a major combat disadvantage. magical girl outfits are all skirts and dresses. therefore: pants party. or the PP, for short. they would think this was funny.

one of the main Points of this fic is something i've been turning over in my head for a while, and that's NPPP + 3ht parallels. they're both teams based around intentionally disadvantaging yourself. bacon saying "if they kill me then everyone's gonna call them broke. because when you're at four hearts it's definitely a disadvantage in some ways, but it's nice because-- who's gonna kill you? like, if they kill you they're just a bad person, you know?" & parrot saying "you can kill us however many times you want, but killing someone with no pants on is embarrassing. it shows nothing but your desire to only fight the weak."

and specifically ... parrot says that there were two options, on the NPPP. either you put on pants or you start exploiting. and either way you're not weak anymore. and he's sort of right but he's also sort of wrong. 3ht shows that that's wrong, in the wormhole, with planet on three hearts, bacon unstacking his totems. there is a third option: you can stick with your team until it kills you. you can stay weak and die for it. i did check pmmm to make sure this was canon-accurate but also: planet's dead body is wearing pants because, ultimately, she's more of a symbol of the Pants Party/NPPP spirit than either parrot or spoke at this point. she stayed weak. and, also, the NPPP spirit is dead, both because they all gave up on it & bc if you stay weak you die. spoke and parrot end the fic transformed. planetlord doesn't.

some canon stuff i wanted to include in the fic but didn't quite work in: the fact that spoke shows the control room to everyone because he respects that planet stayed on 3 hearts (that planet stuck by the disadvantage in his team name!). the fact that spoke fed parrot totems and gear throughout the wormhole. the fact that parrot helped spoke stage the dupe war.

another main Point of the fic is just ... looking at planet's death ban at the end of s4, in a setting where the server doesn't immediately end and restart. in a setting where planet is just ... dead, and everyone has to grieve that. the vision of this 13-year-old girl, dead on the pavement, because of what spoke did, and parrot can't bring herself to kill spoke but-- something is irrevocably broken, with that. there's no going back. planetlord is dead, in a world where that can't get reversed, in a world where that means something.

relatedly: the fact that in PMMM au they're all 13-15. this is so important to me and also i think it captures something important about lifesteal to me which is that they're all...very young? obviously PMMM au is younger than canon but it's also higher-stakes than canon in some ways. the dissonance between "these are people who are destroying worlds" and "this is a teenager who thinks naming something 'poopies' is the height of humor" was something i really wanted to draw out, esp in this setting where death is real and widespread destruction kills people. in PMMM au they are doing horrible things and also they are all so fucking tiny. planet and spoke are both 13/seventh graders; parrot is 14/an eighth grader. they're middle schoolers! they're middle schoolers. i sprinkle this in throughout bc it's so crushing to me to imagine.

bonus fact: i have ages, wishes, outfits, and general storyline mapped out for, like......12 different characters. i have a vision for basically all of s4 in this au. almost everything that happened in s4 has a pmmm au equivalent. it's fun. if i were to write anything else in this au it'd proooobably be mapicc & zam--i have a lot of specific mental images there. check out this pmmm zam i commissioned i love her so dearly

i did fudge spoke's wish for this fic though. in the broader au it's actually vitalasy that can grant second wishes/contract girls without involving kyubey, and spoke and ash did Some Bullshit with that. but vitalasy is so very a witch by this point in the timeline & i thought it'd be fun if parrot had the same "i could cheat and kill spoke here with her own exploits" dilemma that canon parrot had.

you dupe witches by taking a familiar out of the witch you're killing, keeping it alive, and then feeding it humans until it becomes juuuust large enough that it's a witch of its own and will drop its own grief seed. rinse and repeat. this is horrendously unethical but it CAN get you a ridiculous number of grief seeds quicker and more easily than fighting witches normally! i love lifestealers.

i'm proud of the line "She can’t walk forward without stepping over Planetlord’s corpse." . it is up there with planetlord wearing pants in terms of Blatantly Symbolic Imagery.

the title comes from Unmasked! by the Mountain Goats. in general i really like Beat the Champ + Lifesteal. something about the showmanship of it all. as far as Unmasked! specifically ... there's something about finales and losing your secrets and, worse, losing your gimmick. about parrot's triple agenting and spoke's social engineering. about knowing each other and fighting each other and saying goodbye.

[nothinggathers]

Square: C3 - The Little Mermaid

Title: Ensoulment

Rating: G

Word Count: 1756

Ship(s): Hank/Connor

Warnings: None

Additional Tags:  Light existential angst, fluff, fairy tales

Summary: Connor reads old fairy tales, and finds he has more in common with a fictional mermaid than he might think.

Link, if full work is posted elsewhere: See above

@hankcon-bingo

“He is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life.”

“Jesus, where did you dig that old thing out from?” Hank's voice cut across Connor's train of thought. Connor blinked and looked up as Hank settled himself onto the sofa beside him, a bottle of beer in hand. Sumo shuffled over with a low murr of complaint, his weight shifting on the tops of Connor's feet. Their thighs pressed together as Hank relaxed.

“You have several boxes of old books in the garage,” Connor answered, drawing his finger down the page. He could access any text in the world in his head, but Hank was right that there was a unique pleasure in being able to see the yellowing of the page, and feel the paper beneath his fingers. Hank loved real books, and Connor was learning to appreciate all the things that Hank loved. “Which is a terrible way to store them,” he added. “They'll get damp.”

Hank only grunted and lifted his beer to his lips. He drank less these days, but he still drank. Connor knew better than to try and hound him about the health implications. Less was a triumph. Hank had almost entirely cut out the whiskey. A couple of bottles of beer was nothing in comparison. “Never got round to bringing them in, I guess,” he admitted.

A number of them had been children's books. Their titles had varied from The Very Hungry Caterpillar to We Don't Eat Our Classmates. Some of them had thick cardboard pages, which showed signs of water damage and maceration from tiny budding human teeth at the corners. They'd been well read, and well loved over six years, before ending up in the box in the garage.

It wasn't hard to guess why Hank had never brought them inside. Some memories remained too painful.

Connor had pulled out a compilation of fairy tales, that had, thus far, contained sufficient the grim and gory content to entertain and frighten young boys and girls. The stories all ended with bad people getting their comeuppance, which was how you knew they were fairy tales. They were stories of magic, set in worlds where good people won, and the evil witch got thrown into her own oven, or the ugly stepsisters mutilated their own feet, or the evil Queen was forced to dance at the princess's wedding wearing hot iron shoes.

Cruelty to human feet were a theme in the old fairy tales. The Little Mermaid was no different; every step she took made her bleed and feel as if she walked on knives.

“Maybe we should put up some more shelves?” Connor offered, making sure to leave Hank room to reject the idea. Slowly, over the last few months, Connor's moving in had changed the place. There were more plants, a fish tank that filled the room with the soft trickling of water and UV free light, a toy box brimming with chew toys and balls for Sumo. The fridge was stocked with more greenery. The wardrobe was fuller than it had ever been.

Hank grunted non-committally. Connor hadn't expected any different. Hank would let Connor make whatever changes he wanted. “So which story you on?” he asked, instead.

“The Little Mermaid,” Connor answered.

Hank gave a short, sharp laugh. “Another old ass Anderson you're spending time with,” he pointed out, but the grin on his face suggested he found it funny, rather than something to denigrate himself with.

Connor looked back down at the page. The print was large, designed to be read and followed along with a finger, presumably at a greater distance than normal for a book. Connor imagined Hank sitting with Cole in his lap doing just that.

“I suppose,” Connor replied. “Most of the other tales are about brave young children defeating evil, but not this one,” he said. “She doesn't have a soul.” The amused grin melted from Hank's face. “And she's doomed to live much longer than humans. She can never belong to the human world, for all she might pretend.”

“Okay,” Hank said, grabbing the book in one hand and dragging it from Connor's lap, “that's enough of that.”

The pages slid from Connor's fingers. Connor looked at Hank, his head tilted in incomprehension. Hank closed the book and dropped it on the coffee table with a thud. “You don't like the story?”

“It's just a fairy tale, Connor. Mermaids aren't real.”

Connor blinked. Hank took another mouthful from his bottle, his eyes fixed pointedly towards the television that he had yet to turn on. Connor could see their reflections in the black screen. “But androids are,” he pointed out.

Hank grunted. Connor wasn't sure if he was annoyed or disturbed by the turn in the conversation. His heart rate had jumped by two beats per minute, and Connor could detect discomfort in the clench of his jaw. “Androids are people,” Hank answered, gruffly. “I know there are some differences between us,” he said, his blue eye moving to regard Connor out of the corner, “but you belong here.”

Connor felt something squeeze in his chest. Emotions had physiological responses, although they didn't always make sense. Hank saying that Connor belonged here made him feel as if someone had screwed some of his biocomponents in too tight. “With you, perhaps,” Connor agreed, quietly.

Hank's hand settled on his thigh, tugging Connor's knee more firmly against Hank's own. The corner of Connor's mouth tugged upwards at the gesture. “And everywhere else once the rest of humanity gets its head out of its ass,” Hank replied, with feeling.

Connor gave a small sigh. The tentative position of androids in society hadn't been fully worked out. It had been months, but the wheels of legislature turned slowly, and even more slowly when the President was being impeached. “I still don't have a soul, Hank,” he pointed out. Souls were a human thing. Androids were creations of plastic and metal, of electricity and algorithms. They didn't grow and change like humans; they emerged exactly as they were, and would always be until the day their battery stopped holding a charge.

“Yeah you fuckin' do,” Hank answered, dismissively.

“Hank--”

“Connor.” Hank cut across him, his voice firm and stopping Connor's response in its tracks. He turned to look at Connor, his eyebrows raised, and his fingers tightened on Connor's thigh. “Do you remember what you said to me when I asked you about Cole?”

Connor opened his mouth to reply. Hank's blue eyes were fixed on him, sharp and penetrating. He remembered that awful moment in Cyberlife Tower, he remembered the other Connor with his gun levelled at Hank, and he remembered Hank's gun levelled at him. It wasn't your fault, lieutenant. “I remember.”

“Do you remember how you said it?” Hank pressed. His hand continued to rest on Connor's knee.

Connor frowned and looked away. Hank's gaze felt as if it was piercing, looking right through to the back of his head. It was uncomfortable to try and meet. “I just said what I felt,” Connor admitted, quietly.

Hank's hand drifted up Connor's leg, stroking his thigh through the soft material of the old sweatpants. “You spoke from the heart,” Hank said, more gently. “You can't do that without a soul.”

Connor looked sidelong at Hank. “But you have to be human to have a soul.” I doubt there's a heaven for androids.

Hank's hand left his knee. His huge arm wrapped around Connor's shoulder instead, dragging him in against a broad, warm chest and pinning him there. “No, Connor,” Hank corrected, “you just have to be alive, and capable of empathy.”

Connor allowed himself to settle against Hank's chest by degrees. Hank was solid, and comforting. His nose nestled into the hair at the top of Connor's head. “Like the mermaid,” Connor said, quietly. “A human can share their soul with her if she loves them, and they fall in love with her.”

Hank grumbled, lowly. “Then you've definitely got one,” he replied. Connor felt the soft pressure of Hank's mouth at his scalp, and the flutter of his breath in his hair before Hank pulled away again. He brought the bottle back up to his mouth to take another long drink from his bottle of beer.

Connor bit his lip, watching Hank swallow out of the corner of his vision before he spoke again. “Of course marriage is a requirement for that exchange of souls, in the story.”

Hank ripped the bottle from his mouth and spluttered, coughing as his body did its best to expel the beer he'd accidentally inhaled. He leaned forward, dislodging Connor from his comfortable perch. His chest heaved and he coughed with great, hacking sounds.

“You did that deliberately,” Hank accused, his voice strained and creaking. He wiped the spilled beer from his beard, and then ran his hand down his shirt.

Connor treated Hank to a deliberate, lopsided smile. “I may have,” he confessed.

“Prick.” Hank coughed one more time and settled back on the sofa again. His arm settled back over Connor's shoulders, tugging him down towards Hank's chest. “That was a shitty way to propose,” he groused. “You almost killed me.”

Connor smiled as he laid his head against Hank's shoulder and settled his weight against him once more. “That wasn't the proposal,” he replied. “That was just testing the water.” Hank's head turned again, looking directly at Connor, his eyebrows lifted so that his forehead wrinkled.

Connor twisted in his seat. He draped his arm across Hank's stomach and sat up a little straighter. Hank's throat moved as he swallowed, and Connor looked at the line of his nose, and the way his brows drooped as if studying him for the first time. Hank's age showed in the lines of his face, and the sage of his skin, and it was beautiful. He was a living, breathing human being, ever changing and growing.

“Would you be prepared to share your soul with me?” Connor asked, in a whisper.

Hank's mouth dissolved into a soft smile. His fingers came up to Connor's chin, tilting it up by a fraction. “I already have.”

Connor closed his eyes and moved in, meeting Hank's lips in a soft kiss. Hank's beard scratched against Connor's cheeks. Connor opened up to let Hank in, his tongue slipping gently forwards into Connor's mouth.

Connor sighed with contentment, and slowly pressed Hank back onto the sofa.

[windamp]

okay my actual thoughts about mha you're next beyond mr mater quirk:

mha you're next spoilers

I enjoyed it! It was pretty predictable, but fun. I was surprised how neatly it fit into continuity but hori is good at that. Dark Might was such a loser, the #1 most toxic all might stan, even beating Stain lmfao. Where is the rumble between S&S bs quirk and his???

i loved deborah (? i think that was her name) she's such a bitch. wonderful vibes. probably my favorite family member. loved how her dreams worked (though momo was like...girl u do that anyway...unless that tea is like extinct??? idk fuck all about tea)

the other class members had less of a chance to shine than in two heroes which was kinda sad but for the best bc my main crit of the movie is the latter half where the pacing seems to slow intolerably for a little bit.

i think it's just cause the fight was stuck in a bit of a loop of dark might hits deku guilo does smth deku does smth dark might hits deku etc then replace with todo & baku. wouldve appreciated a bit of trimming tbh.

also yoichiiiiii as soon as i saw deb's quirk i knew 100% his ass would be showing up whooooohoooooo!!!! thats him!!!1

also oof ochako going to guilo and giving him that pic of anna and being like we'll save her :) and then i think of what is currently happening in the anime and what will happen in the manga :( oof.

the dark might magical girl transformation was fun. also when mirio appeared everyone hooted!! thats the boy!!

guilo was great, an a+ character. i liked his banter w/ deku. his arm gun made me think he was like nagant at first but then the support stuff came in. liked the use of his eye vs illusions. truly i would just get arm guns if i were quirkless but i supposed that takes mafia money rip

anna was kinda blah, which i hate to say, but she was brainwashed for 90% of the runtime. i wish we couldve seen more of the real her. the dream sequence helped but yknow.

more on dark might: it was funny that he was mafia too, weaboo ass mfer. i wish someone couldve called him cringe to his face. monologued more than afo somehow. the brief flashback to him killing his dad was cool but then he just came back as that shitty monster guy which was hmm. i wouldve maybe put that at the end ig? and not right before it. felt weird idk

fun facts my mom went to see cause i had an extra ticket and she was like oh i liked deku & the goku blonde (katsuki) but then she said her third favorite was the lady who got big (mt lady) which is funny simply bc mt lady is one of my faves so im glad her brief showing impressed my mom hahaha

she also hated endeavor on sight which was funny as well. she said it so bashfully too like 'oh i didnt like endeavor sorry' and im just like mom its okay he has a whole haterdom youre good. lol

she also liked the mouth villain at the beg. which was good taste cause that design fucked unlike the guy who had a quirk that made him into a cars character. lightening mcqueen ass im glad deku smashed u.

the after credits scene was like okay.jpeg. i guess it orientates u to the timeline. but the credit song is good so thats worth staying enough for imo.

all in all probably my least favorite movie but it was still fun and i had a good time!

[greywaysart]

Ooooh! I love all of this! I enjoy how Jiraichi is a common kyuubei expy in such AUs. It makes perfect sense! In ours, it was a Joltik because of a joke that can best be described as "In a half crack, half serious RP, while we were still waiting on the gen 5 games to come out in the US, we'd named a Joltik bachichuru, and someone thought it would be funny to do a silly madoka-based event with a bunch of the joke-only pokes, and the Joltik became Bachuubey because we were all nerds".

I LOVE the idea of the witches being based on legendary pokemon.

In ours we had four player characters set up from the start. Blue, who was in Whitney's body because of soul gem shenanigans (shenanigans in the 'a lot happened' sense, not the 'funny silly times' sense) and losing his own body. I cannot remember wish specifics or power specifics. Silver, who had wished that Rocket never existed, and in doing so, technically wished himself out of existence since his father met his mother in Rocket. He had ice-based attacks (daggers or throwing knives I think?) and also the ability to do some time stuff, that basically amounted to disappearing for the time stream to reappear where he wanted to, but the more he used it, and the farther he travelled, the more likely he was to *permanently* erase himself. Red, who was an electric archer, and the most seasoned of the player characters. Actually had a lot of Homura vibes, but also tried to be a genuine guide to new magical youths - yeah they may some day have to fight over grief seeds, but the more of them that were capable of surviving, the better chance they had to take down SUPER powerful witches. Kotone/Lyra, who I don't think was a magical girl *yet*? But she was supportive of all of them, and there was the intent to see how long it took for her to go magical girl, I think?

I had designs for a few others, too. Like misty, who had harp-chakrams, and a starmie-shaped soul gem when transformed. Jasmine whose witch was a huge Steelix that was like a living paper animation creature. There was also Wally, who I can't remember anything specific about, except that I think his wish involved his health? I swear I had one for Courtney, too, but I can't recall any specifics.

It was a lot of fun, and I should revisit the AU some day! :D

Another attempt at magical girl designs, this time it's Magical Girl Kotone/Lyra!

This is actually not the first Magical Girl Kotone I've done. Once, on DA I did a Ledian-themed magical girl Kotone!

[huge-enthusiast]

Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

//

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

or

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!

[imfiguringitoutlovely]

This might be a bit goofy but I think it would be funny. I have a more serious idea I'll request after this.

Quirk name: Feline Transformation

Quirk ability: You can shape shift into a cat boy and a cat but it has the magical girl transformation scene effects every time you transform. Like you get sparkly and glow and yours clothes become cat themed.

No in work relation unless you want!

X platonic class room 1

class 1a with a catty companion

pairing: platonic!class 1a x male/masc!reader (he/him)

genre: crack, fluff

warnings: being called a catboy in public in front of adults.

author's notes: im... i love this request sm. i can't. put it into words. the magic girl effect detail im-

i also added a relationship to the Wild, Wild Pussycats bc yeah.

tHOSE ARE THE LITTLE THINGS I LIVE FOR,,, QUIRKS OF QUIRKS, YK??

god you were so grateful to have such a multi-purpose quirk. most of the time. other times you wished your parents had mixed up your genes a little more, as if they had a say in how you were built 🧍

nah bc. okok. you have a great quirk. it's very multi-use. you can shape shift into a catboy, or even a full on cat, a large one, and it makes stealth easier, provides great means of defense, the claws provide offense, amazing agility, and incredible balance.

but of course every quirk had its draw backs.

and yours was... well, you couldn't hide your transformation because

SPARKLE. FUCKING. HAVING TO TWIRL, DO A LITTLE LAD DANCE, AND HAVE SPARKLES GO ON AROUND YOUR FEET TO TRANSFORM FIXNDNS

it was great, truly, but it made the whole thing really embarrassing for you sometimes. in the heat of sudden battle, of course it was worth it. but in simple training? you made it a point to use the big bathroom stall before heading out.

that was until your class met the Wild, Wild Pussycats. youd known them beforehand already through some family connection,, and they very often encouraged you to embrace your quirk, but it wasn't until the training camp that'd gone sour that they basically forced you to embrace the anime girl power transition.

okay okay now into specifics

most of your class actually think you have a pretty cool quirk. some kind of wonder why such a "simple" quirk would be in class 1-a. it seemed more of a support quirk, not that anything was wrong with that, but it just confused them.

until they saw what you could do because kING-

YOUR CLAWS,, LIKE PURR, NO PUN INTENDED

you pack a mean scratch in your tranformed state, and your control over your tail on top of you incredibly enhanced hearing just makes you really really helpful in battle.

and outside of your transformed state, you're still very agile, have enhanced sense of smell, almost a 6th sense? of sensing wrong, and basically perfect balance. at least you always manage to land on your feet, even in your clumsiest of moments.

so you're a very strong hero, really, but... THE TRANSFORMATION NDNX

struggles not to stare and laugh a little everytime you transform but in an endearing way: denki, hagakure, mina

is mentally gassing you up 💅: aoyama, mina, momo, jirou, kirishima

stares @ you in a "what the fuck" way (not like "ew",, just always a little caught off guard): bakugou, shinsou, todoroki (he's not used to the glitter)

takes you 100% seriously: tsu, iida, koda, deku, ojiro, sato, sero, shoji, tokoyami, uraraka

BUT LIKE ANY OTHER ANIMAL QUIRK HEHEHEHE YES HERE COMES THE FLUFF AND CRACK

you're a catboy, ok? you need affection. but only on your terms, understood?

you get the urge out of nowhere to be around people. it doesn't matter if you're an introvert or extrovert normally, you need some sort of attention when that feline urge hits, ok? 😭 not overwhelming amounts of it, but just from one or two people that you're particularly close with.

and you happen to be particularly close with most people in your class.

koda knows what to do and doesn't make it a big deal because he gets it. he might be a little hesitant at first about it, just bc he's shy (i love this bb) but he's perfectly happy to let you lay down on the couch with your head touching his leg.

aoyama will pat your head and offer you cheese, sorry you can't change my mind. he doesn't confuse you for a rat or anything, he just doesn't much understand what to do other than hype you up so boom comfort cheese

mina loves platonic cuddles all times of the day, so they fs let you cuddle up to her and will give you head pats from time to time.

tsu probably isn't as comfortable? it's not about the trust between you two,, she will give you a head pat sometimes but not much else. is down to make a pillow fort w you and watch movies tho. this goes for hagakure, too.

katsuki... katsuki katsuki katsuki. 🧍 he will yell at you the first time,, but ends up feeling bad when you get all anxious and apologetic bc he was the only person available at the time. like you didn't wanna bother him and you felt so bad,, like you made him uncomfortable, so you didn't ask him again. but ome day,, eventually, he does come around and give you a head pat out of nowhere which makes you purr and wait, we're getting there-

iida and todoroki are p clueless. what the hell are they supposed to do? so you don't ask them. ever. but they don't mind having you around them, of course, though todoroki is still kind of awkward about it at first.

jirou and uraraka also enjoy platonic cuddles,, but not really as much as mina. these two will let you lean on them casually. sometimes you'll talk, other times you'll just chill, you know? it's nice :)

DENKI WILL NEVER PASS UP A CUDDLE OPPORTUNITY, OK??? he will cuddle w you and give your head pats and pets and oml they just aH yes.

kiri also enjoys cuddlesz he thinks they're vv manly! so yes, cuddles and also just spending time together. you will have your head on his lap and he will talk your ear off or let you talk his off

deku is v flustered at first. you kinda just went to him, sat on the floor next to him while he was studying in the dorm dining hall, and leaned your head on his leg (of course with a small pause to ask if it was ok). he ended up finding it p calming, though and he becomes one of your go-to ppl

ojirou, sato, and tokoyami p much all react the same. they don't mind having you around at all, but you don't ever ask for pats or cuddles and it's perfectly fine! but dark shadow will nuzzle you snd cuddle you sometimes,, can't change my mind-

SERO. my beloved. he will INITIATE platonic cuddles, do you understand? will pet and pat you,, sometimes even without thinking. you will lay your head on his lap while he plays nintendo switch.

momo. sigh... oh, momo 💕 she is not one for cuddles, but she will give you an occasional pat. and if you stim when anxious,, she will make you a lil kneeding toy thing to help you relax jfc i love her and you should, too-

and shinso? look, he's hesitant. but as your friendship grows, your trust does too, and it gets to a point where he'll initiate whether or not you need it (with consent, ofc!!). the pets take a little longer, but he loves cats and you're no exception :))

OKAY PURRING.

smiles a lil @ hearing you purr: aoyama, tusyu (these two always smilin 🧍), denki, kiri, deku, ojiro, jirou, momo

laughs a little endearingly: mina, sero, uraraka

thinks it's adorable (platonic still yall) but won't show it: katsuki, hagakure (sHE CANT BAHA-), iida, koda, mineta 🌈 (IM KIDDING), sato, shoji, todoroki, tokoyami, shinsou

purring can be kinda embarassing tbh. it's involuntary,, though you've been able to swallow them back or stifle them sometimes. it just makes you feel so weird? you've been picked on for it before so :(

you just don't wanna seem weak for it. you weren't, but those little bits and the tranformation stage made it really hard sometimes.

luckily, your class didn't hold back. they challenged you a lot. :))

and though sometimes you could be kinda snappy (as it was p much in your nature fr-)

you were their favorite catty companion

[cheeriocrumbs]

Why Every Construct in PGR is Sus; an Essay

(Y’all please don’t take this seriously) This post is not to - Help you understand the characters better - Use for your job application Instead, this post is to - Prove why everyone is sus - Make the corrupted to the sussy amogus dance and eat hot chip - Make an unfunny sus joke because my humor is broken Now, let’s start.

1. Lucia is sus because of her devotion to the Commandant, no matter how they act. A Commandant could actually be a 50 year old Discord mod who’s a complete douche and yet Lucia still likes them. That’s kinda sus if you ask me.   2. Liv is sus because she acts all innocent and shy-like in the lore, yet is an absolute beast in gameplay. Have you seen Jesus Liv’s gameplay? That blinded my eyes. Liv can use this to blind the crewmates eyes (which is similar to cutting off the power in Among Us) and then kill them. Pretty sus, ngl. 3. Nanami is sus because we don’t know where she came from. HAICMA? Heuristically Artificial Intelligence Caretaking Machine - Alpha? Sagemachine? Hah! Those all sound pretty sus to me. 4. Lee is probably sus because Asimov refuses to give him a new frame. Why does he not want to give him a new frame? That’s very sus, Asimov must have a reason for doing that, unless Asimov is secretly sus too. Furthermore, Lee is sus because Kuro gave him a bigger ‘thing’ in his swimsuit due to player dissatisfaction. 5. Watanabe is sus because he had a magical girl transformation from basic dilf (Nightblade) into ikemen (Astral). He also looks like he sings Baby by Justin Bieber in the shower. Don’t you think that’s sus? 6. Bianca is sus because she’s Saber. Case closed. 7. Karenina is sus because she’s always trying to be better than Lucia. Like better in what? Better in being sus? Yeah, she’s certainly succeeding in that, but she’s sus enough by now. Why is she still trying to be more sus? 8. Alpha is sus because she tells everyone to die in the abyss. Yo, why she saying that? Isn’t that what a sussy impostor would say? 9. Kamui is sus because on his CNY skin, in his ending pose, he starts off on all fours. Plus, his tail is that of a butplug level…quite sus. 10. Ayla is sus because of her badonkers. Case closed. 11. Sofia is sus because she has no emotion in her Japanese voice and is only emotional when she dies. Very sus. 12. Chrome is sus because he wishes to be Commandant’s number one, but doesn’t Lucia also want to be the number one? Hm, what’s the word for when you copy someone? Oh, that’s right: Impostor. 13. Vera is sus. She is the embodiment of sus. Personality? Sus. Appearance? Sus. 14. Camu is sus. He is overly edgy and he looks like he has rabies. Also, what’s with that muzzle? Pretty sus. 15. Rosetta is sus. I swear, I remember the word “Gungnir” and a girl raising up into the air and blasting her railgun, yet I can’t quite put my finger on it… 16. Changyu? Who’s that? 17. Qu is so sus that no one uses her in compo team anymore. 18. Luna is sus. She never graduated elementary school and you can probably beat her in a math contest. Kinda sus for someone with such a high power position. 19. Wanshi/Banji is sus. One of his lines when you put him as the construct on screen is him joking about sleeping with you last night. Pretty sus. 20. Selena is sus because she somehow turned from a compositor back into a construct…you know what reminds you of? SUS 21. No. 21 is love, No. 21 is life. The 22 year old child is not sus. (Funny enough, this is the 21st character.) 22. Roland is sus because his QTE is him yeeting himself into the air, counting as being ejected. He’s also sus because he offers you his shoulder, and also says that you can touch him using “different ways”. 23. Pulao is sus— Did she use some sort of de-aging thing? I swear I remember her being much more mature in Nona Ouroboros. I think that’s sus. 24. Haicma kinda sus. She looks like a megaphone from the back with that bonnet, making her resemble Sirenhead. Isn’t that sus?

Thank you for wasting your time on this presentation on why the PGR Constructs are extremely sus.

[supercap2319]

The Prince and The Fairy chapter 8

Pairing: Sky x Male Reader

A/N: For any Stella fans reading this. I apologize for making her the mean girl of this story.

“Maybe we continue this in the dorms,” Sky said in between kisses. The two boys had been making out for a good 15 minutes and the sun was starting to go down.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to go back to the dorms with Sky, but he had something to take care of. He reluctantly pulled away from Sky’s lips; his cheeks red with heat. “Wish I could, Blue eyes, but there's something I have to do first.” Sky raised an eyebrow. “Oh, and what’s that?”

“School assignment,” Y/N said. Technically, it wasn't a lie since it was an assignment that Y/N failed to pass. “Maybe I should come with you,” Sky suggested. “That's okay. I won't be long, I promise.” Sky looked at Y/N then nodded his head, “Okay, then I'll see you back at the dorms later than.” Y/N smiled. “See later, Blue eyes,” he said, placing another kiss on Sky's lips.

Y/N walked the same path he had this morning when he followed all the other students to the stone circle. If Y/N could successfully channel his magic at the vessel, then that meant he could control his powers. Y/N laid his backpack down on the ground, as he grabbed his journal and placed it on the side of the stone. Y/N placed a hand on each side of the vessel and focused. He thought of little ice sculptures, and they popped up from the vessel. Y/N smiled as he thought of the sculptures as snowflakes and, to his amazement, they transformed into snowflakes.

“I hear you're broken,” a voice says. Y/N turns around and sees Stella standing there. Great, just what he needed. More drama. “In more ways than one,” she smirks, walking towards Y/N.

“I’m still gonna help you,” Y/N tells her, hoping she’ll leave. “And I’m thrilled,” Stella says. “But I’d prefer we wait until you aren’t completely useless.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry, I’ve got it under control,” Y/N says.

“Let me guess. Clear and positive emotions, right?”

“Actually, I was thinking of love.”

“Love? Are you joking?” Stella asks “Aw!! Maybe you were thinking of the time your dad showed you how to throw a football,” she giggled.

“Mmm. Very funny.”

“Oh, wait, he's not actually your dad, is he?” Stella said.

“Excuse me?” Y/N said.

“Am I wrong? Do you still care about your not-dad, even though you're a changeling and tried to kill him?”

“If you say one more word,” Y/N starts, but Stella interrupts him.

“Or maybe you were hoping a certain blonde-haired prince would take pity on you and maybe even kiss you,” Stella said. “It's actually quite pathetic when you think about it.”

Y/N balled his fists before taking a breath. Maybe if she had told him this yesterday, he might have believed her, but not after today. Not after everything that just happened between him and Sky. Y/N smirked, a reaction that Stella wasn't expecting. “What? Do you think I'm joking?”

“Tell me, Princess. If Sky didn't like me, then why did he give me this?” Y/N pulled the pendant from underneath his shirt and showed Stella. The Princess of Solaria's eyes widened at the sight of the Pendant of Eraklyon. “Where did you get that?”

“I think we both know where I got this from.”

“It's not possible. You must have stolen it,” Stella said.

“I didn't steal anything. Sky gave it to me after it glowed.” Y/N looked at Stella. “It only glows after someone finds their true love, right?” Y/N said.

“You're lying.”

“Now who's pathetic?” he asked, grabbing his notebook and stuffing it into his bag. Y/N turned around to walk away, but stopped and turned back to Stella. “If you ever talk about my father like that again, I'll show you what Snow and ice can really do.” Snowflakes form around them, as they start forming together until they make a ball; Y/N snaps his fingers, and it expands and explodes. Stella looks on in shock as Y/N leaves the stone circle.

….

The next day, Y/N and Sky pushed through the door of their dorm room with Riven and the girl from Y/N’s magical class from yesterday, sitting on Riven’s bed. “Man, Magical Defense class is so boring.” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Really? I think it's interesting. Nothing like having a class that can tell you all about the things that can kill,” Y/N said.

Sky smiled then noticed the girl close to Riven’s bed. “Hello,” he greeted. “Hi there,” Y/N said. She took a drag from Riven’s vape, then noticed she wasn't sharing. “Oh, shit, sorry.” She handed the vape out for them to take. “No, thank you,” Sky said, as Y/N shook his head no.

“Daytime? Not smart, Riv,” Sky told his best friend. Riven takes back his vape. “If Silva catches her up here–”

“Beatrix,” Beatrix says. “Not ‘her,’ Beatrix.”

“And, uh, Silva left,” Riven says. “I kinda snooped to make sure. Something about meeting up with a military detachment from Solaria. Ask your girlfriend.”

“She's not my girlfriend, Riv” Sky tells him.

“You’re dating the princess?” Beatrix chuckles. “Shit! Is it weird having sex with someone who looks just like you, or is that kind of the point?” She and Riven laugh at that.

Y/N huffs. “Hey, Riven, is it weird having sex with someone who's an even bigger bitch than Stella?” Riven gets up, but Beatrix stops him. “As far as insults go, that wasn't half bad. Congrats.”

“Thanks.” Y/N kisses Sky’s cheek, then heads to their room on the other side.

“If the Solarians are coming–”

“–Then the rumors must be true. They’ve captured a burned one. The Solarian prison is no joke. I guess they're gonna transfer it.”

“You see, the upshot is we’ve got nowhere to be,” Riven says, kissing Beatrix’s neck, as she smirks. “Speak for yourself. I'm gonna head to the library,” she says, gathering her stuff and leaves.

Sky sighs. “I don't have time to tell you all the reasons why that is a bad idea,” Sky said, indicating about Beatrix. Riven takes a drag from his vape. “Yeah, yeah. You should go check on your boyfriend.” Sky leaves Riven and Sam’s room, then heads to the one he and Y/N share.

Sky finds his boyfriend on his bed, headphones in his ears. His eyes are closed as he bops his head to the song. Sky smiles. He looks adorable. Sky walks towards him and places a quick kiss on Y/N’s lips, causing the shorter to jump back in surprise. “You scared me, Blue eyes,” he said, taking out his earbuds. We're dancing like we're dumb, dumb, d-d-d-dumb.

“Sorry, but I have something to tell you. It's about the Burned one.” Y/N immediately sits up at the mention of the creature that tried to kill him. “What's going on?” Sky sighs. “They’re transferring it to the Capital of Solaria.”

“That means Stella won't be able to get her ring back,” Y/N realized. He stood up and grabbed his red jacket. “I have to tell her.” Sky stands as well, and blocks Y/N’s path. “Wait, I thought you hated her.” Y/N shook his head. “I don't hate her. I don't like her, but that's a different story,” Y/N says. “Well, I'm coming with you. I'm not letting you guys face a Burned one alone.”

Sky changes into his specialist gear. Black leather armor over a sweater, his sword strapped to his back. Y/N frowns. “What's wrong?” Sky asks. “Nothing. You just would look better with a cape and a blue sword.”

“What, like a hero?” Sky asks.

“Exactly,” Y/N smirks.

“So, what's the plan, Army Barbie?” Aisha asked. Stella scoffs. “I'm curious. Did any of you ask Aisha to come, because I didn't?” she asked Sky and Y/N.

“I did,” Y/N told her as they walked towards the barrier. “Why?” Y/N looked at her. “She's my friend, and I thought having more people on this mission will help us succeed.”

“Who are we? The Avengers?” Stella grumbled.

“Oh, good. Everyone’s calm and collected,” Musa jokes, as she, Terra, and Sam meet up with them.

“Finally!”

“Oh, sorry. I just needed a bit of help with the Zanbaq. We're all good now though,” Terra smiles.

“Do we know where the barn is at?”

“We do,” Sam said, as he and Terra passed through the barrier followed by Y/N, Sky, Stella, and so on. They walked deep into the forest until they came across the barn mentioned. Musa frowned as her eyes glowed purple and walked off to the right. “Musa?” Terra and Sam followed her as everyone else went towards the barn. “Ready?” Y/N asks as Sky pulls his sword from its sheath and nods his head. They pull the door up, but are shocked to find it empty. “It's not here,” Y/N says.

“They've taken it already. Look,” Aisha says. “No!” Stella cries, running towards the empty chains. “My mum’s gonna kill me.”

“Guys, we’ve got a problem,” Terra's voice says. Aisha Stella ran back out. Sky turns and looks at Y/N. “I'll be back,” he promises as he follows the girls. All is quiet for a moment until Y/N hears someone whispering his name. He follows the whispers into the woods.

Meanwhile, the others have discovered the dead bodies of older specialists. The Burned one is loose. Sky sees Silva resting against a tree. “Silva!” he rushes towards his father figure, as the older man points his sword at him, keeping him from getting closer. “Silva, it's me, Sky.” Silva's eyes are dark from the infection of the Burned one. “I know Sky, but please stay back.”

“The Burned ones cut you and you’re infected, but we're gonna help you,” Terra says gently. She uses her magic to subdue Silva's arm.

”Wait. Where’s Y/N?”

Sky's eyes widened at that. He looks around and sees that Y/N is not with them. “Y/N!” Sky is torn. He wants to go and find Y/N, but at the same time, he doesn't want to leave Silva. Sam walks towards him. “Sky, mate. We'll look after Mr. Silva, while you, Stella, and Aisha go find Y/N,” Sam says. Sky nods his head and gets up and walks back towards the barn, but finds it empty.

Y/N walks around the forest, following the voice calling his name. “Y/N! Y/N!” the voice echoes through the woods. Y/N is not sure why or who is calling his name, but there must be a reason why. He hears the sound of someone stepping on a branch and gasps. He turns around and in the distance, he can make out the silhouette of something. It's a Burned one. The creature sees Y/N, and begins racing towards him, roaring in the process. Y/N holds his hands up, defensively, as he can feel his magic radiating from them.

The creature is getting closer and Y/N’s eyes glow blue as he sends a bunch of ice spikes towards it. The Burned one smashes through the first waves of spikes and keeps charging. Y/N creates an even bigger one and impales it into the creature’s chest. It snarls and tries to wiggle free. A blast of water comes from the side and knocks the Burned one into a tree with a spiked branch poking out of it.

“You ok?” Aisha asks as Sky pushes past her towards Y/N. “Sky,” Y/N says, running towards the blonde boy hugging him. “Y/N, why’d you go running off?” Sky asked him. “I'm sorry, but I heard someone calling me and before I knew it, I was deep in the forest, when the Burned one saw me.”

“Who was calling you?” Aisha asked.

Y/N shrugged his shoulders. “No idea.” He noticed everyone wasn't with them. “Where’s everyone else?” he asked.

“Back at the barn,” Sky says. “The specialists who were transporting the creature have been killed and Silva's been injured.”

“Well, we have to get him some help, but first we need to get Stella’s ring,” Y/N says. He walks towards the Burned one, looking for the ring.

“Where is it?”

“I think it's right there. I think it stuck it inside of itself,” Y/N said, looking at the ring stuck behind the creature’s skin. Y/N tries not to gag as he pulls the ring free from the creature’s dead corpse. It has black goo on it. “I got it. Let's go.”

[mitsukui]

cherry explosion | b.w.

Pairing: Bill Weasley x female reader.

Summary:  unexpectedly, Bill finds a way to give you the best New Year’s Eve you have ever had.

Word Count: 1,7k.

Warnings: smut! Oral sex (female receiving). Mentions of alcohol, drinking, and one-night stands ending badly.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: sending all of my love to those who are spending their New Year’s Eve by themselves! Dear @maddi-sun18​, thank you so much for the request, and I hope this can bring you some comfort. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

Masterlist!

Sometimes, it was so easy to read men. Their actions were so predictable, and they never failed to act exactly the same as the ones who had been there previously.

You wondered if there was some sort of training for young gentlemen on how to pick up girls at hotel bars. There seemed to be four steps for a man to follow in order to get lucky: one – exchange looks with the chosen pretty girl; two – lure the prey by offering her a fizzy and fruity drink; three – make small conversation, and say she is different from any other girl in the room; and, finally, four – get into her panties.

All of that was bullshit, and you would never fall for it.

And, perhaps, that was why you panicked a bit when a painfully attractive man approached you in a different way.

“Hey.” He shot you a small, yet, charming smile. “Do you mind if I sit here? If I listen to Patricia Rakepick talking about her adventures in Japan for one more bit, I might die.”

Both of you were taking part in an international conference on Curse-Breaking. The event had gathered wizards and witches from all around the globe, which caused Gringotts to rent a few areas on a muggle hotel in London for it. Although it was a knotty task for so many people to act as if they had no magical powers rushing through their veins, every participant seemed to be doing well on their own.

His presence there was perfectly reasonable, once he was a Curse-Breaker himself. Yours, however, was a bit questionable. You, as a columnist for the Daily Prophet, had been asked to cover the event, and could not be any less excited about it.

It was New Year’s Eve. All you wanted to do was go home to your family and friends.

While many people were not shy on showing their personal preference for Christmas, you were crazy about New Year’s Eve. The upcoming novel 365 days for you to live as if they were your last, the fancy dresses you always insisted on wearing, the taste of fizzy and fruity drinks lingering in your mouth until January 1st – all of that meant something to you, as brainless as it sounded.

Your peevish ways were soon destroyed by his sudden presence and polite attitudes. After you agreed with his company, it did not take long until you were laughing about the event and the people attending it.

As a matter of fact, Curse-Breakers were rather odd and monotonous people. The man with fiery, long hair seemed to be a clear exception to them, with his exotic fang earring, and his dragonhide boots. He also was to be the only good-looking one in that crowded bar, in that stupidly sophisticated hotel.

He was surprising you second by second. Breaking every single trait of loathing you had piled up for men, due to failed relationships and other women’s reports, he was showing himself as a funny and respectful man.

Between a few drinks, you had talked about his insanely big family, your repetitive daily life, his experiences in Egypt, and how you accidently had Apparated in Colombia once, being left without any knowledge of Spanish.

There was something sweet and intoxicating about him; about the way he asked to hold your hand while you were talking, and about the way he confessed and apologized for being unable to stop staring at your lips and wondering what they felt like.

“They probably taste like cherries now.” You leaned in and whispered, the dizzy sensation caused by your Cherry Bomb drink starting to tingle your insides. In a bold movement, you took your cocktail glass towards him. With your other hand, you touched his chin, and pushed it down a bit, forcing his mouth to part open. Your gaze transformed itself into a flirty one, and you told him to sip your drink so he could get a better grasp on what you tasted like.

It did not take long for you to crash your lips against his after that. You felt comfortable doing exactly what you were doing. You felt like you were in command of your own feelings. There was no stupid game of prey and hunter. There was no lie being told so one would get lucky.

At that moment, there were only two adults, being nice to each other and understanding their desires fully.

Unlike so many other men, he had respected you and, in the midst of slightly drunken kisses and touches, he kept on trying to be certain you were okay and you really wanted that.

Bill was briefly tipsy as well, his tongue tasting like the scotch he had earlier. The mixture between your cherry-like taste and his own made you feel like you were in heaven, although his kisses were growing to be hungry and more desperate.

Half an hour later, your hair spread across the pillow he was temporarily using for sleeping purposes. Your dress had been lifted up until your stomach, and your underwear was now nowhere to be found.

His soft hands roamed around your inner thighs as his tongue lapped your juices. Surprisingly, he was terrific at that, and you suspected you would crave more once he was done.

As he gave short licks to your clit and his tongue ran around your folds, two of his fingers were inserted in you. You arched your back, and reached out for his hair. You allowed your own fingers to tug delicately on his locks, his name leaving your lips religiously. He kept on pumping in and out of you, the pressure on your soft spot increasing each time.

The burning knot in your loins became tighter, and he adored how you clenched your walls around him so strongly. You were a mumbling, breathy mess, but he was entirely mesmerized by the sight, and the intimacy you were sharing.

Almost as if destiny was playing a prank on you, when you hit your first orgasm, fireworks started exploding outside the window of his hotel room. You squeezed your eyes shut, and cried out in the greatest pleasure you had ever felt in your entire life.

Slurping and sinful noises were produced as you came back from your high, still moaning. Your entire body trembled violently, but his big hands soothed your delicious torture.

He looked at you and chuckled quietly, your fluids still hanging on his lips, making them even more kissable than before. You were stunning in his eyes, and he feared not being able to let you go after the morning would come.

“Happy New Year, darling.”

January 1st came as softly and quietly as it possibly could. You dozed off in his arms after you spent a bit watching the fireworks show, and talking as well. The fact he was a grown man, but still could hold a decent conversation for so long, without any visible struggles was amusing.

You woke up to the next morning weak daylight peeking through the curtains and tickling your cheeks. Something inside your chest felt amazing. Flashes of the previous night appeared in your mind, and you could not hold a smile back. Funny enough, the taste of your Cherry Bomb drink still lingered faintly on your tongue.

However, all of your peace of mind vanished in the very instant you realized you had woken up by yourself. Waves of embarrassment and regret crashed in your heart, and you felt ridiculous for falling for all of the sweet nothings that had escaped his lips.

“Yes, that would be all. Yes. Room 716. Thank you very much.”

His enchanting voice shattered your own trance into a million pieces, and his bare footsteps announced he was returning to the same spot where you were at. You pulled the white sheets up and covered your naked torso, still unsure of how you would have to deal with the rising tension of the situation.

He soon captured the image of you being up and a glorious grin painted his lips. “Good morning.” His lower body was covered by a pair of dark jeans, which seemed to embrace his existence perfectly well, despite being different from the visual image he displayed last night. How was it possible for someone to look that good early in the morning? Or was it really early? What time was it? What did happen after the fireworks? With a timid voice, you wished him a good morning, too, but remained silent afterwards. It was difficult for you to ponder your next actions.

“So, the room service guys will be here shortly. I took the freedom to order us some breakfast.” His eyes gleamed with a pure kindness as the words slipped out of his lips. “I hope you fancy some orange juice in the morning.” He was offering you nothing but soft spoken words, and thoughtful actions

What was that?!

“B-Breakfast?” You repeated the key word of the whole conversation in surprise. No one had ever prepared, or even ordered, you breakfast after a night of sex and lust.

“Yeah.” Bill was quick to notice your tone of surprise and, somehow, it was funny to him. A girl like you, whom had shown him nothing but a great personality so far, should be used to being pampered like that. “Did you think for one second that I’d just eat you out like that, and leave you hanging the next morning?”

Honestly? Yes. You did think of that. You feared you would be tricked once more. One more disappointment to be added to your personal archive. One more reason to continue living your life despising men.

His arms were crossed against his chest and he shook his head, a dismissive, short laugh echoing through the room. “I would be mental if I ever did that. In a few hours, you managed to wow me.”

He made his way to the bed, and his body sank down on the mattress, being placed right next to yours. Truth being told, without the alcohol, you felt quite shy being that close to such a handsome man. “And, if you allow me to, I want to continue seeing you. I want to get to know more of you.”

A snuggly heat erupted in you, and it was a novel sensation for you. Perhaps, not all men had those devilish ways in them.

“I’m terribly sorry, but I really feel like kissing you right now. But, given your astonished behaviors, I’m not sure if you’d enjoy that. What do you tell me?”

Perhaps, this new year would not be so terrible.

[goggles-mcgee]

Your fic idea Wish Me Away has so much angst potential but also, do you know how funny is It to imagine the shenanigans the Batfam will get into because of this cute baby who came with a box full of little ancient gods that live in magic jewels!!

I'm hoping it will be an equal balance of angst and humor, or course with a happy ending for Marinette and her family and friends.

Oh man yeah the Batfam will figure that out quick. Especially since Mari will bring out every Miraculous to "train" with, she's just playing with them, and she transforms with them a lot. The family really worries when she uses Kaalki. But they worry anyways because she always somehow manages to get out of the manor to help them with their patrols, they are thankful to the Miraculous Cure that the Ladybug Miraculous gives Marietta, but they don't know how many times they can take being mid fight only for her to show up and try to help.

Joker literally laughed till he passed out when this tiny little mouse-themed hero came out of nowhere and put her hand up and yelled "Stop cwown!" He tried to keep his gun in his hand but to no avail, he was shaking to much and it fell and Mari looked very pleased with herself.

Poison Ivy literally stopped what she was doing when this little bumble-bee hero flew in front of her face and gave her a smile and said, "Pretty flowers! Belles fleurs!" She just stared before grabbed the child and hugging her to her chest and glaring at Batman before yelling, "Don't you have enough you furry?"

The Batfam lost it when little Bumble-bee pointed at Batman and tilted her head and asked, "Furry?"

Ivy got the biggest smirk on her face when she smiled down at Bumble-bee and nodded. She even used baby voice and said, "Yes my flower, he's a furry."

Ivy swore she could see a blush under the cowl when the child pointed at Batman and in a very happy voice shouted, "Furry, furry, furry!"

Harley Quinn had been in the middle of a robbery when a small person dressed like a fox popped in and looked at Harley and then at Bud and Lou and back at Harley with super big blue eyes. "Pet?" She asked.

And what was Harley supposed to say? No? Yeah hell no was she going to tell the little on no so she nodded and the child giggled in glee. She watched to make sure Bud and Lou didn't hurt the little one and was pleasantly surprised when they just licked the child and laughed. So they liked her, huh.

So Harley decided to stop her robbing to introduce herself, "I'm Harley Quinn, nice to meet you kid!"

"Quinn?"

"Harley Quinn."

"Haw-wee?"

"Close enough!"

Then she told the little one Bud and Lou's names and she watched as the child would point at them and say their name and look back at her to confirm and when she got it right she would clap her hands and giggle. It was at that point that Harley said fuck it and stopped robbing the store and decided to take the little one out for ice cream. That's how B-man found them and she had to say, he looked pretty frazzled.

Catwoman, Selina found her own little hero when she was on the prowl one night, just to stretch out and get some air. Maybe have some fun if Bruce didn't hear about it. Then she heard a small someone say "Meow!"

She had never turned so fast, nearly fell off the roof. Which apparently was funny because the small child that was on the roof laughed and crawled over to her. Selina just stared at the little one and all she could think of was that she was going to kill Bruce. Another one!? Really!? Why was it so small???

So she picked up the child and went to find Batman so she could kick him off a roof. But she couldn't help but smile down at the little kitten. "I'm calling you Kitten." She mumbled as she jumped on the rooftops as carefully as she could.

"Kitten?" The child asked as she pointed to herself.

"You're smart. I'm Catwoman."

"Chat! Meow!"

Selina couldn't help but laugh at that and nod. When she finally found Bruce she did kick him. Not off the roof though but it was still a little satisfying. The little bundle of black and blue in her arms squirmed until she set her down and she watched in fascination as she ran to Batman and hugged his leg. "Dad-dee!"

"Kitten we've been looking for you everywhere!"

So her name was Kitten. 10 points for Selina.

"You know I thought I was the one supposed to give you a kid B."

"Can we please talk about this later?"

"Daddy! Wanna go with Cat!"

Apparently Bruce was not good at saying no to the little Kitten because he looked at her after trying to convince the little one five times that she should go home, and asking if she would mind just taking her out for a while. Selina didn't mind in the least, plus she figured she could get some more dirt on him later at the manor.

Riddler had been mid riddle with Red Robin when a small little snake themed girl came out of nowhere. He had just stared at her when Red Robin grabbed her and was scolding her and asking what she thought she was doing.

"That's a child."

"Yes Nygma."

"That's an actual human child."

"She's one and a half so more so an infant."

"Okay. What is that infant doing here?"

"She's my sister."

"Jesus Chr-Batman has a problem. Yeah no, I'm not doing this with that here. We'll carry on later."

"I have to arrest you Nygma."

"Why? I didn't even get to say my riddle!"

"...The bombs."

"Right."

Anyways XD here's some shenanigans for you!

[mischief-marauders]

Modern Marauders: Halloween costume gone wrong

Sirius slammed his charms book down on his desk. “No! Do not ask me again! I am not risking your parent's wrath!"

James sat next to him and flashed him a grin. “Our parents. You don’t want to risk our parent's wrath.”

Sirius smiled softly with a blush creeping over his cheeks. “Our parents.”

James slapped his knee and Sirius gave him a smirk. ‘I’m still not risking it”

James flopped back on the bed and groaned. 

It was Halloween night and they were home, bored out of their minds. James would’ve gone out but Sirius was grounded due to an unfortunate mix of boredness, fireworks, Remus’ favorite sweater, and a Charms classroom. James didn’t want to leave Sirius by himself so he didn’t make plans. Until he checked Instagram and saw that Lily and Remus had gone to a muggle party in her neighborhood. It had all of his favorite things. An unsupervised house party, alcohol, and Lily. Oh and Remus.

James pouted at Sirius. “Please Sirius? Lily and Remus are having the time of their lives and you know how much I love Halloween parties. I promise we’ll sneak out and be back before mom and dad get home.”

Sirius snorted as he read his Charms book, doing the extra readings as part of his punishment.  “Your plans never work and we always end up getting in trouble. I don’t want to risk our parent's wra-”, Sirius paused as James looked at him with a puppy dog face. 

“I am not falling for that asshole,” Sirius said as he scowled at James.

James' eyes got bigger and his bottom lip protruded more.

Sirius groaned. “If I say yes, will you stop?”

James whooped and sprinted to their shared closet. “Yes. Now, what’re we going to wear? Oh! We can wear out Hogwarts robes!”

Sirius clapped sarcastically. “Great idea Jamie! Let's wear the uniform from our school of magic to a muggle party. Dumbledore would love that"

James groaned in frustration. What else could there be? He had a Mexican and Brazilian soccer jersey but that would be too basic. He needed something fresh. Original. Something that would impress Lily. He suddenly spotted a lone red hoodie and grabbed it with a triumphant smile on his face. He turned to Sirius, holding the hoodie above him like a prize.

Sirius raised his eyebrows as James asked “So, what are your opinions of paint on fur?”

Remus took a sip of his beer and surveyed the party with practiced disinterest. Lily’s neighbors who went to a muggle school in the area had invited them and while he wasn't too fond of Halloween and seeing people in werewolf costumes, he needed to get out a bit. Lily sidled up to him and let an exaggerated sigh of air. She was in the Scarlet Witch costume she had worn some time ago for his birthday party. He donned his Captain America costume to match with her. It was still the best birthday he had ever had and he loved having an excuse to put it on again

“Still haven’t talked to Sirius yet?”

Remus snorted and took a gulp of beer. He had been giving Sirius the cold shoulder. They all had plans to come to the party together but someone had the bright idea to set off fireworks during charms class. Which resulted in a furious Flitwick and Remus’ favorite sweater being charred. 

“I still need to ignore him for a couple more days to make sure he gets the message.” 

Suddenly, Remus yelped and dropped his beer on the grass as something nosed at his ass. Lily turned around, fist up and ready to pummel whoever decided to grab Remus when she dropped her fist and a grin overtook her face. James was standing there, grinning and dressed as Miguel from Coco and Sirius in dog form, painted to look like Dante. James was wearing jeans, a white shirt, a red hoodie over top, and his face was painted like a skull. Sirius the dog was covered in a rainbow of colors and patterns, looking exactly like one of the magical Alebrije’s from the movie. 

Lily laughed and asked “Are you serious?” at the same time that Remus bent down, scowling at the dog and asking, “Are you Sirius?”. 

Padfoot wagged his tail and barked at Remus.

James shrugged and said, “I was going to bring a guitar but that would’ve been too much.”

Remus ran his hands through Padfoot’s fur and scowled at James. “Do you know how long it’s going to take to get this paint out of his fur?”

James ruffled his hair in nervousness and tried not to make eye contact with the dog. 

“Oh come on, I looked it up. The paint will come off when he transforms back."

Remus narrowed his eyes in suspicion as Padfoot growled at him. James flashed him an overconfident grin, hoping it masked his lie. He had zero idea if the paint would come off. Sirius only agreed to be painted if it would come off immediately after.

Suddenly, Padfoot turned around and trotted into the house, full of blaring music and dancing teenagers. 

Lily traced her finger over the paint on James’ face.

“This looks amazing. I didn’t even think you knew what Coco was.”

James put his hand over hers and flashed her a small smile. 

“I heard you talking about how it's your favorite movie and it does have my people in it. I had to watch it. You have good taste by the way."

Remus was pretending to vomit at their flirting when a terrified girl in zombie makeup came out of the house, walking straight to them. 

“Um Lily?’, she started nervously, “Your friend's rainbow dog is drinking beer from a bowl in the kitchen. We tried to take it away but he growled and snapped at us”

Remus groaned and ran into the house, mumbling “Dumb dog”

Zombie girl drifted away as James grabbed Lily around the waist and put his hands gently on her hips. 

“By the way, I love the costume. You look amazing.”

Lily blushed and opened her mouth to flirt back when she was interrupted by Remus being dragged out of the house, his wrist clamped gently between Padfoots teeth. 

“Sirius, where are you taking me? I shouldn’t even be talking to you after what you just pulled. I don’t know how things worked at the noble and ancient house of incest, but dogs normally don't drink alcohol."

He paused as some of the people milling about outside of the house looked at him in confusion. 

“Can I fucking help you?”, he snarled at them. He glared at them until they all turned away awkwardly. Padfoot dragged him into the woods next to the house. 

All Lily and James could hear was Remus muttering “If you’re dragging me into the woods to try something, I hope you know I’m not turned on by the dog form”  

James looked down into Lily’s eyes. She looked ethereal under the moonlight. Her green eyes were alight and looked like shining emeralds. The look in her eyes and smirk on her lips drove him insane. He will always be amazed at the fact that she gave him a chance to show her that he's not a toerag. It's been months and every day it feels like a dream come true. He leaned his head down a little and she lifted her's to meet him halfway. Their lips were less than an inch away from each other when they heard screaming coming from the woods. James and Lily looked up startled as they saw Remus running out of the woods, bent over with laughter. A scream of frustration came from behind him along with the sound of pounding feet.  

“I’m going to fucking kill you James!’ Sirius roared as he ran straight at him from the woods, completely naked in human form, yet still covered in the paint he had on with his dog form. 

Lily screeched and covered her eyes as Sirius tackled a laughing James and knocked him over. 

Remus was bent over, gasping for air between his laughter. 

"You should've seen his face when he saw that he was still painted" Remus crowed, his face alight with mirth.

Sirius sat on top of a cackling James and pinned his arms behind his head. He struggling to hold him and let out a groan of frustration

“Stop laughing so I can kill you, asshole”

“You look so good though!” James wheezed between laughter and gasps of air as Sirius punched him in the stomach.

“You knew the paint wouldn't come off” Sirius hissed angrily.

James' eyes were watering with tears as he tried to break from Sirius’ hold. 

“I didn’t think you were going to transform back so soon! How was I going to know that you would try to get frisky with Remus during a Halloween party when you have zero clothes? C’mon, you wouldn’t have come with me otherwise and this costume needed a multicolored dog”

Sirius let out a huff of angry air as he punched James one last time and then stood up. He couldn't even be mad. It was a genius idea and something he probably would've done. This was going to be funny as hell if they somehow managed to get the paint off before their parents came home.

Remus wiped the tears from his eyes and struggled to stop laughing as Lily ran into the house and came back out with a tablecloth. She handed it to Sirius and helped a groaning James up as Remus helped tie it around him in toga style. 

Sirius was tying it in the front when he turned slightly and flashed a cheesy grin at Lily. “My eyes are up here Evans”

Lily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You wish Black. I've seen enough of you tonight to last me several lifetimes. Do you have any shame at all? Are you not embarrassed to be naked in public? Is public nudity normal to you?”

Sirius shrugged and held Remus' hand. "What's there to be embarrassed by?"

Remus raised his eyebrows at Lily. "You should try sharing a dorm with him. He doesn't believe in doors, curtains, or privacy."

"He thinks he's God's gift to humanity", James said as he checked his abdomen for broken ribs. Once he was sure that nothing was broken, he held his bruised stomach and grinned at each of his best friends. He wrapped one hand around Lily's waist and he threw his other arm around Sirius's shoulders, making sure to squeeze his shoulder hard enough to bruise. 

“Now that thats over, let's party?'" James said as he led his friends back into the party, humming Proud Corazon under his breath. 

[miraculousagentsofkrypton]

All The Better To Protect You With, My Dear Ch 2

A Werewolf Wheeler Siblings AU - Can be read as a one-shot, but here's the link to full fic on Ao3.

Nancy tenderly wiped some sweat off her little sister’s face. The small girl had been feverish for hours now, and Nancy was concerned. What if the sickness got worse? Why couldn’t she do anything to fix this? Her mom came into the room, bearing a tray of soup and saltines. Pausing at the end of the bed, she smiled tenderly. “I swear, you're acting like more of a mother bear than I am.”

“I’ve never seen her this sick before! And what if something happens tonight while Mike and I are… occupied. I don’t want to have to be locked up tonight,” Nancy pleaded, “You know that we would never hurt Holly! Please Mom.”

Mom sighed and sat down next to her, carefully placing the tray to the side. “Sweetheart, you know that you can’t guarantee that you won’t try to leave the house. You’ve never exhibited much control as a wolf. You’re still struggling against your instincts as a human. I had to tear you and Mike apart yesterday so that you wouldn’t maim each other.”

“That was friendly-fighting! It relieves stress! We weren’t going to seriously hurt each other!”

“Sweetheart, both your tail and your teeth were shifted. You were trying to bite him. ” 

“So?” Nancy whined petulantly, “He would have been fine. We do that all the time.”

“People don’t do that, Nancy. I’ve told you before, Mike and you both need to learn how to curb that instinct. Someday someone’s going to notice something if you keep accidentally shifting and trying to bite each other to resolve conflicts.”

Her mother turned to start feeding Holly some soup, and Nancy quickly moved to help shift her sister into a more upright position. Holly whimpered in discomfort, and curled into her sister’s side. 

“Dolly-dish, this is going to help you feel better and then you’ll be right as rain within a couple days.”

Her mother had to pull Nancy away when the time to shift came. 

Mike was already in the safe room when they got there. “You’re cutting it awfully close today,” he teased.

Nancy stuck her tongue out at him. 

I have to watch Holly tonight, so you two stay safe. No funny business, got it?”

“Yes, Mom.” they chorused.

The constant aches and pains she had lived with for the last few days soon started intensifying after the door closed behind their mother. Shockwaves soared through every inch of Nancy’s body, sending her to her knees. They’d learned that fighting the transformation made it longer and more painful, so she let the magic wash over her. It soon passed, and she found herself sprawled across the floor. Smells and sounds washed over her, overwhelming her senses. It took a minute to get her bearings, like always.

Mike was the first one up tonight, and he pounced on his favorite chew toy, a large deer bone that Mom had somehow procured. They didn’t lose themselves to the wolf or anything like that. There was no separate entity living in their heads. Mike was still Mike, and Nancy still Nancy. Transforming just made human preconceptions feel a little fuzzier, and instinctual things more predominant. 

Today, Nancy’s instincts were screaming at her. She needed to keep watch over her little sister. Fully human Nancy may have given in to her mother’s wishes, but right now she couldn’t quite comprehend why. Holly needed her. Therefore, she must do everything possible to be there for her. 

She rushed to the door, scratching and pushing with all her might. She howled and whined, trying everything she could think of to get her mother to open the door. Mike watched on in confusion. Eventually he caught her eye, and she could read the question in his tilted head. What’s wrong with you?

Nancy turned fully to him, pleading in her body language, Sister needs me. Please help.

He didn’t move.

She hated having to do this, but she lowered herself to the ground, ears fully back, and whined. Please.

He huffed, rolling his eyes, but he did get up. He rubbed his face beside hers, seeking to comfort her. Mom’s watching over her. She’ll be fine. 

She pulled away, shaking her head. No. I need to go. 

Fine. 

Nancy jumped up, running in circles around him excitedly, her tail wagging furiously. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

He barked to get her attention again. She forced herself to stop running, but her tail kept wagging as she looked at him. 

The sarcasm was evident in his expression, How exactly do you expect me to help?

It was a good question. The door wasn’t usually locked, because wolves couldn’t turn round doorknobs and their mother was also usually present to watch them. There had to be a way with two of them. 

She went up to the door, put a paw to one side of the knob and pushed up. It slipped. Wait. She had an idea. She barked excitedly, and moved her head. Mike, get over here! I have an idea.

He complied, watching her in question. She put her paw against the side of the knob again. She barked and repeated the gesture. Then she moved to the other side of the knob, and put a paw there. 

He tilted his head in question. 

She moved her paw again. Put your paw there!

He finally got the idea and copied her. Actually getting the right timing and pressure angle to open the door took a few tries. One time they managed to turn the handle, but didn’t get the door to open at all, leading to another failure. Eventually they swung the door open. 

Nancy couldn’t believe it, that actually worked!  

As soon as Mike realized he was actually free, his ears perked up and he booked it for the outside door. That handle only required a paw and an understanding of how door handles worked, so he wasted little time getting himself outside on a full moon for the first time since their mother had completed the safe room. 

Nancy was so tempted to follow him. To actually be able to run, for once, sounded so amazing. She made it a step before the idea of her sick sister pulled her back to the original goal. No, Holly needs me. So instead she trotted up the stairs, barely remembering in time that she needed to be quiet because Mom would be mad if she let Dad see her. 

 She snuck through the house right up to where she could hear Holly’s raspy breathing. Their mother was asleep in the master bedroom, resting while she had the chance. Nancy thought that was perfect, as no one could stop her from climbing onto Holly’s bed and curling her body right up next to her. She fell asleep, content with the knowledge that she would be there if her little sister needed anything.  

“NANCY RENAE WHEELER! What do you think you’re doing!?” 

She jerked to her feet, startled straight from sleep. She looked around for danger, careful not to step on Holly. When she didn’t see anything, she stared at her mother in confusion for a few seconds before she realized she wasn’t supposed to be here. 

Oh no.

Her tail went between her hind legs, and her ears and head fell in guilt. 

Before her mother could say anything else, Holly started crying, having been woken by the chaos. Nancy immediately lay back down and booped Holly with her nose. She licked the tears from her face as Holly’s cries turned to laughter. 

“Doggy!”

If Nancy were currently capable of smiling, she would have. Instead, her tail once again started moving in a happy dance for her sister. Holly sounded much better than she had the day before. 

Mom groaned, “How did you even get out? And where’s Mike?”

As if called by magic, a muddied and happily panting Mike appeared in the doorway. He trotted up to their sister’s bed and sniffed her, checking to see how she was doing. 

“You went outside.. Of course you did. At least your sister had the sense to stay inside,” she groaned. “Well, as you both can see, Holly is doing much better. She will be fine. You two are going straight back to the bunker. Don’t think you’re getting away with this scot-free.”

When they didn’t move right away, she waved at them, “Go!”

Satisfied that she had helped her sister, Nancy obeyed and playfully snapped at Mike’s ear to get him moving as well. 

Their mother found them playing tug-o-war when she came downstairs to lock them both back in. 

[algernoninwonderland]

Can I ask you to make a guide about writing Akumatized Marinette fics in such a way that still keep all characters in-character?

I’ll do you one better!

Here’s My Five-Step Program on How To Write Akumatised Characters!

Feel free to use it however you like!

1.  Have a clear idea of who your character is, what their drives and dislikes are, before you get around to akumatising them

For instance, Nino wants to have fun and to make his friends happy but hates being told what to do by authority figures. Mlle Mendeleiev wants to be regarded as a big deal in the scientific world and hates being ridiculed.

Though some of these drives and dislikes can be really ridiculous when it comes to some of these akumatised characters and can have little to no emotional weight because some episodes are comedy-oriented (M. Ramier likes feeding his pigeons, he doesn’t like being told that he can’t feed his pigeons, this is stupid but also funny) or just poorly written. Still, they all seem to follow that same basic formula.

2. Understand how we get to the akumatisation proper, or, what happens before the transformation

The characters about to be akumatised are being pushed to their limits. Why? It depends on the episode, but it’s usually a case of “the character can’t have it their way because of [reason] and that makes them angry”. What are they angry at? There’s no fixed rule here. Depends on the circumstances of the episode. They’re caught in a situation with an outcome that leaves them emotionally unstable and angry, is the point.

Watch Utena. Just watch it. It’s (maybe) the best anime ever. And Miraculous uses the basic mechanics of the Black Rose Saga without understanding what made it good in the first place. Without spoiling too much about that part of the anime, secondary characters with issues hinted at in the first arc come to the forefront of the show for one episode each, during which they are being pushed to their limits. They have a moment of Regressive Therapy with the arc’s antagonist who makes them expose their buried negative feelings and weaponises them to turn each of these characters into the “villain” of the week, if you will. In Utena, these characters, their desires, their fears, gives us a different perspective on the storyworld, the plot and the characters we’ve spent the most time with until then. It’s so good. Just watch Utena.

Anyway, Hawk Moth is a kind of devil figure there (all of this is very Faustian) using the moments of emotional vulnerability in these characters to trick them into striking a deal with him.  He offers them the power to act on these negative feelings, and they must do his bidding in return (he can exert some control over them if this deal is agreed upon but that’s really murky).

Note that these soon-to-be-akumatised characters are not in the right mindset to fully realise what it is they’re getting into, unless they are Truly Evil. Hawk Moth is the one in control there, he is calm and manipulative, he is the one to define the terms of the contract, if you will. This makes me reluctant to call the great majority of the akumatised characters villains (but that doesn’t stop the show from treating them as such). They are blinded by their anger, and not in a position to bargain.

3. Understand what being akumatised is and what it does

“Hello, [villain name], I’m Hawk Moth. Are you sick of piles of owls constantly blocking your driveway?! Well then you gotta get Owl Trowel!  Things are pretty unfair, aren’t they? I understand. I will give you the power to do [whatever], in exchange, you must give me the Miraculouses” Hawk Moth, in every episode.

Being akumatised is a twisted, dramatic expression of these negative emotions and frustrated desires, with an awful colour palette and character designs that range from “pretty good!” to “no.”

Now watch the original Sailor Moon anime. Some of the people working on it later moved on to make Utena. It’s mostly a very good show, and one Miraculous draws from a lot. It blends what was the norm in the magical girl genre until then (shows centred around femininity and growing up) with tokusatsu-type monster-of-the-week stuff. Notably, some of the villains of the week in the early seasons were humans whose desires and frustrations were used by the Dark Kingdom (the Big Bad) to turn them into monsters. The Sailor Guardians (our heroines) had to fight and heal them from that evil corruption.

Being akumatised is a physical transformation and a mental transformation as well, characters who wouldn’t hurt a fly as their regular civilian selves become unhinged and violent and drunk with power. This isn’t them anymore, not entirely. Does that mean an akumatised character’s actions are entirely divorced from what their regular selves think and feel? Not entirely. Alya really wants to know who Ladybug is, Ivan really wishes people would stop picking on him, Aurore really thinks she deserved that victory. Being akumatised means taking these feelings to the extreme and manifesting them physically while attaching them to an item the character has been shown to carry earlier on. Maybe that item is the cause of what upset the akumatised character in the first place, and turning that into a weapon… Sometimes. Maybe it’s something else. The show isn’t very consistent in that regard. You figure it out yourself.

Hawk Moth brings out the worse in these characters and then some, using his magic. He exerts some degree of control over his akumatised pawns though how much is unclear, and I think that’s a deliberate choice from the creative team. In this case, I think the ambiguity makes things more interesting than “bad man entirely controls people who are only puppets with no will of their own whatsoever”.

4. And Now How Would Other Characters React?

When akumatised characters have vengeance in their mind, they go after the person they think is responsible for whatever went wrong. Unlike our heroes and HM, they aren’t concerned with being secretive about who they are, since they are overconfident in their new powers.

The most common reaction to akumatised villains attacking Paris is: “running away and screaming and trying to get somewhere safer”.

How would individual characters react to an akuma attack? How involved were they with the person that got akumatised? Did they play a role in making that person upset? Did they suspect the person had these kinds of feelings before, or is it a complete surprise? What does it tell us about the relationship between the akumatised character and the non-akumatised character reacting to them? Find answers to these questions and you’ve got it all figured out. Refer to the show itself regarding characterisation, it may not be always consistent so pick what you like best, what would be the most interesting.

5. Now That You’ve Got It All Figured Out, Plan and Write the Damn Thing.

Only you can tell the story you want to tell the way you can tell it, so do it, rework it, show it to your friends and rewrite it again until you’re somewhat satisfied.

And voilà! Hope this was somewhat helpful!

[thenextchapter22]

PART SIX!!

Description: You were an Angel who went to the human world to escape punishment for loving Lucifer only to be brought back into his life, this time in the Devildom where you pretend to be human.

In this chapter: You are back at the HOL...

Tags: Unrequited Love, Fluff, Angst, WIP

Pairing(s): Lucifer/Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Authors Note: It’s been a month and my hiatus is over now, so please enjoy this next part!! Love you guys so much ~~

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

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Being back in the House of Lamentation was a little strange. After a few extra days at Diavolo’s in that admittedly larger bedroom than yours, Lucifer had taken you back home. He bid you a quick farewell, a single hug and hair ruffling with his smirk, before he said he had duties to attend to. And things seemed back to normal with that. It was a little anticlimactic but…

Home. This was your home. Lord Diavolo gave you, an Angel (and were you still technically one, without your halo? Only wings and some leftover magic?), permission to live in the Devildom. A place for Demons, not… you. He called you ‘family’. Even Barbatos, when leaving the Castle, had smiled at you and given you a happy goodbye and an invite to tea whenever you’d like.

“Your company is always welcome,” the demon butler had said.

You stood just outside your doorway, as if turning the handle would transport you somewhere else. Maybe this was a dream. It was all too surreal to have actually happened.

Once you were inside, barely two steps in the bedroom, an invisible weight lifted off you. This was where you spent your nights, either totally alone and at peace, or with your housemates to keep you company. Studying with Satan or reading a novel and talking about the characters while sitting in your bed, or watching DevilTube with Mammon and laughing at the rom-coms because he was a sucker for those. If Asmo came back late from a party or if he was lonely and needing cuddles, you both would stay up late gossiping about everyone, and you would hear funny stories about Solomon or the brothers. When Levi would come out of his cave, and bring his handheld games, and you would battle each other for hours (you usually won only a few times but it was still fun). Eating midnight snacks you and Beel snuck out from the kitchen, waking up with crumbs in your bed and a different demon boy in your bed, Belphie, who was cuddling you and mumbling in his sleep, warm and soft, like the twins had traded you off.

The only demon brother who never came in your room was Lucifer… That man was always in his own bedroom, up late doing paperwork or wandering around doing things for Diavolo. He overworked himself constantly.

You smiled, recalling the first time you had ventured in his bedroom at night to give him some coffee and poison apples to snack on. He was grateful for it, and he smiled with crinkles in his eyes and warmth radiating from him, and he thanked you. It was one of your best moments here, with him. A small one, but still perfect.

“You’re back!!”

You jumped in surprise as your legs were attacked and you very nearly fell over. Your train of thought vanished immediately. Looking down, then seeing the mop of blonde, you realized it was just Luke.

He was a sweet Angel, still learning and growing, and he had a heart of gold. Sometimes he was a bit sensitive to the demon brothers teasing (mostly Mammon’s). It was funny to watch him get all flustered and red-faced when that happened and insult back to the best he of his abilities.

“Hi Luke,” you greeted, returning his hug. “I’m happy to see you.”

He grinned up at you, head just reaching mid-level, his chin resting on your abdomen. “I missed you. Are you feeling better? Simeon told me everything and I’m so excited to hear you’re an Angel just like us! You have to tell me all about when you lived in the Celestial Realm, please?”

Simeon chuckled from behind Luke, tugging him away gently. “Let’s leave her alone while she gets settled back in, okay? We can visit another time. We came to see Lucifer.”

Luke pouted, but sighed and nodded. He took your hand and squeezed it once. “I want to hear all about it, okay?” he asked with determination.

That was Luke, always adamant and cute. You smiled and ruffled his hair, the youngest Angel huffing. “I promise I will, Luke.”

Simeon waved goodbye, shutting the door behind him, and that left you alone in your little room. You fell onto your bed face first and inhaled deeply, rolling on your side and clutching a pillow to your chest.

Now what would happen? Things seemed to be returning to normal, but would everything?

A knock. “Are you in there Angel girl?” Belphegor’s voice came through the door.

You were a little nervous to see him, but he was the last demon brother you’d thought you’d see first. Seeing as he was usually asleep somewhere.

But when you opened the door, it wasn’t only Belphie. It was all of the brothers, minus Lucifer, and they had wide silly smiles on their faces. And then they tackled you in hugs, squeezing you and overwhelming you with their tight holds and back rubs. You just laughed and let them, knowing they probably had been worried about you after all.

“Guys—please, guys stop! I can’t breathe,” you laughed, shoving at the arms and torsos around you. Once you were free, you stepped back and smiled. Seeing all of their happy faces had your insides twisting in joy. “I missed you guys so much, it’s good to see every one of you.”

Mammon spoke first. “Damn right! We’ve been totally freaked out about you. We-well, I-I mean, I haven’t been losing sleep or anything, but they all kept asking Lucifer where you were and when you’re gonna come back. Ch, losers.” His face was flushed when he finished. Why was this white-haired demon so damn cute when he was trying to not care, you would never know the reason.

“I lost no sleep,” Belphie stated.

You chuckled. Typical Belphegor. “Well, I am sorry for worrying everyone…” You frowned, and looked at the floor. There was that inner voice telling you that even if they were all here and hugging you, it was still possible for them to dislike you for lying, hiding this entire time. “But… You don’t… hate me?”

Asmo gasped. “No, dear, we don’t hate you at all! We love you!”

That made you tear up a little bit, and Asmo cooed and hugged you. Mammon grumbled and Asmo gave you one last squeeze then let you go. Your face was a little bit red but only from the embarrassment of nearly crying when being told you were loved.

“How could we hate you? You’re still you,” Beel said.

Satan agreed. “Yes, exactly. Only now you have wings and magic we didn’t know about. You’ll have to show us sometime, I’ve never seen an Angel’s wings in person, only in textbooks. It makes sense why your grades in Celestial History are on par with my own.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, well… only up until a certain point…”

Satan chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that is true. I do want to see your wings, but we were told you’re still healing so there’s no rush.”

“Yes, we want to see them too, darling~”

“The Great Mammon should get first look.”

Waving your hands to calm them down, you nodded and agreed. “Okay, I promise I’ll show you eventually. But like Satan said I do have to take it easy for a while.”

You were planning on going for a midnight fly session tonight, though… But that was a secret that you felt comfortable keeping, like a small white lie. Hopefully no one would find out.

There was one demon who hadn’t said a word, in fact he barely hugged you like the others did. Leviathan. He was quietly standing in the doorway, fidgeting on the balls of his feet, probably waiting for his turn to say something but too shy to speak up.

“Levi? Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

He jumped in surprise, but nodded after a moment. His face flushed and he fumbled with his hands, he usually did that when he didn’t have a phone or device in them. “I-I just want to say… Please don’t ever ever EVER leave us again. I don’t know what I’d do without my midnight gaming buddy. And, well, I just—I love you, okay? You’re my Henry and you aren’t allowed to leave like that!” He was flustered when he finished and avoided eye contact with everyone.

The other boys ‘aw’ed and you smiled in happiness. It was incredible to know that no one hated you for hiding this from them.

“I won’t ever leave you, Levi.”

That was a promise you hoped to keep. These 6 demon boys here were family, your own siblings, and you loved them and all of their weird quirks.

“Hm, I want to ask you something,” Beel’s voice rang out.

Oh no, this was it. The dreaded questioning. They would want to know everything, why you left, where you were, why you lied. And you didn’t know if you had to courage to speak up.

“How did we not remember you?”

Oh thank the Heaven’s. Good kind Beel, nothing bad ever seemed to come from him. Shoving the urge to sigh appreciatively out loud because that would cause actual questions that would be difficult to answer, you instead pondered the question. Would it be against Lucifer’s wishes? He never mentioned keeping it a secret from his brothers.

And so, you told them. About Michael and their memories being tampered with. And they were livid. So livid in fact, they all transformed into their demon forms. And your room was filled with infernal magic and wings and tails flickering. It was intense, but you knew it all came from a place of love. Even Satan, who had yet to be born at the time this happened, was upset, his green tail twisting around. In the tiny space, it was a lot.

Holding up your hand, hoping this calmed them down, you spoke softly, “Please relax everyone. I’m okay now. Simeon and Lucifer helped me. No one can hurt me here.”

“And… you’re staying?” Satan asked.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

They all relaxed, and changed back to their ‘human’ forms. You felt that you could breathe again.

The silence was tense, and you swallowed thickly, trying to think of something to say. Luckily, someone else did.

Asmo clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Let’s have a movie night! Popcorn, blankets, cuddling. It’ll be so fun! It’s the perfect thing to reconnect.”

Good ole’ Asmo, you would kiss him if you didn’t think it would cause a disaster. “Yeah, let’s do it,” you agreed. “But I pick the movie. We’re watching a scary movie.” You wiggled your fingers, chuckling.

Mammon’s face dropped. “Uh, we—we should watch something else, like an Action movie. A superhero movie, those are awesome!”

“Why, are you gonna cry if we watch a horror film?” Satan teased.

“Yeah, poor Mammon’s gonna wet himself,” Belphie joked.

“He probably already has,” Levi chuckled.

Mammon growled, and reached for them with his hands, probably to strangle them, but you stuck out your hand. “Please, no fighting. We can watch a funny movie then.”

Mammon relaxed. “I didn’t care either way!” he declared.

So your bedroom was transformed into a fort of soft pillows, blankets and sheets. Satan used a spell to make the bed larger for everyone and he TV was enlarged, too. Very handy spellcasting. Beel and Levi went to get snacks and drinks, and everyone else got the room set up with pillows for everybody.

After the movie started, and everyone was situated on the huge bed, it was quiet. Everyone was scattered around with their own pillows and you felt surrounded by warmth. This was exactly what you needed, just some time with them, feeling at peace.

But the comfortable quiet did not last long.

From where Mammon was snuggled beside you, he nudged your arm and said, “So… are you gonna tell us about it?”

You blinked. “About what?”

“Your life with the humans. We want to know everything. What it was like, who you met. Oh, did you meet anyone famous?”

Satan sat up straight. “Yes, did you meet any historical figures?”

Everyone seemed to be listening in instead of watching the film now.

You thought it over, and nodded. “Yeah, a few I guess… they were ordinary people to me at the time, though… Just your fellow human helping out other humans. I tended to keep out of any major conflicts so not to affect too much. I guess just part of what I’d been taught growing up in the Celestial Realm: don’t do anything to change the path humanity will take.”

Mammon nodded. “What was one of your favorite memories?”

Wow, that was a hard question to answer. You even said so. “I lived on Earth for a long time... I have a lot of stuff packed in my head,” you chuckled.

“Aw, c’mon, there’s gotta be somethin’ that sticks out,” Mammon said. “You can’t think of one thing?”

“Oooh, what was your favorite style of outfit? Maybe those pretty dresses from the 18th century?” Asmo asked.

“Anything before the invention of the internet has to be the worst,” Levi commented.

Beel, while chewing on some popcorn, said, “The food is always gonna be good, but when the cheeseburger was created was probably my favorite time in history.”

You chuckled at each of their comments. But you did go through your favorite memories, friends’ long past and different towns flashing through your mind’s eye. Overall they were happy memories but in the end, it was always the same endgame. They died, and you moved on.

You must have made some noise or done something because Asmo made a cooing noise at you. “Oh, sweetie.” He immediately pulled you into his arms, tucking you into his neck to pet your hair. A few tear drops fell but you did sob or cry at all.

There were hands rubbing your back and arms, and you looked up to see the brother’s saddened smiling faces.

“We are here for you,” Satan reassured you, stroking his hand up and down your upper arm. His hand was warm and comforting.

Levi sniffled, and squeezed your hand. “Don’t cry anymore, you don’t need to when we can protect you now.”

Beel reached behind himself, and held out a candy bar towards you. “Hey, do you want some of my chocolate? It’s got small crunchy bits in it. And chocolate makes you feel better.” He smiled, and handed you the candy bar. It had a bite out of it, but the thought was nice.

“Thank you, Beel.”

“And here, take my blanket, you look cold.” Belphie put his small throw blanket over your lower half, making his brothers curse when it buried their own arms or hands.

You smiled up at him. “Thanks, Belphie.”

Asmo made a huffing sound. “Well, I want to play with your hair. Can I braid it, please?”

You giggled. “Go ahead, Asmo.”

You let them pamper you up, while the movie played in the background. Eventually the movie ended and Levi set up a racing game, and you all selected your characters and played together. It was a perfect first day back home.