#its a test to see if kitty couples are we ready to try

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light em up skechers between mom and dad :(

[ragingbookdragon]

Panthera Felidae et Celeritas

Barry Allen x Meta!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Gonna make a second part...sometime...later...Enjoy! -Thorne

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The meta-human was fast. And while he wasn’t as fast as Barry, he’d managed to snap the speedster’s femur with a well-placed kick. Barry went down, holding his leg whilst he grit his teeth and shoved his bone back into place so it’d heal; Hal landed beside him, ready to pick up the slack and protect his best friend.

Striding towards them, the meta had a sick grin on his face as he ribbed, “I’m going to use your spine as a toothpick, Lantern.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Hal shot back, baring his teeth as he raised his arm, ready to form a construct when a hulking figure of orange, black, and white fur darted from around the corner of a building, sprinting right up to the meta.

It reared onto its hind legs, one big front paw swiping down harshly at the meta, connecting to the middle of its back, and both Hal and Barry watched the man’s eyes widen in first a look of shock, the next of pain as a sickening crack sent the meta to the ground, upper body spazzing as their lower body stilled.

“I can’t feel my back!” he screamed in agony and the beast bent down, its face next to the man’s and opened its mouth, snarling fiercely, flashing long, razor sharp canines. The meta whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and the beast took one last look at him before turning its golden eyes onto Barry and Hal.

They stared back with equal mixtures of fear, but the beast chuffed and turned tail, bounding away as quickly as it had come.

“What the fuck just happened?” Hal asked.

Barry shook his head, blue eyes wide as he said, “I have no idea…but I think there’s a tiger loose in Central City.”

***

There were big cat sightings all over Central City—cheetahs, cougars, jaguars, leopards, snow leopards, ligers, lions, tigers; someone even said they saw a saber tooth tiger, which Barry highly doubted, but sure enough when he’d gotten to the scene and tested the DNA, it linked to a few scientific discoveries and genomes closely relating to the extinct beast.

He’d half a mind to bring the League in on the discoveries, but the animals weren’t killing people, and he was still reeling on how to explain to his team that there were animals running around that weren’t even native to the US, nor having populations in the state. Oddly enough though, the animals were never seen in the same place at the same time. Each sighting was on a different night with a different big cat, telling Barry that this had to be some type of trainer releasing the cats on particular times.

He spent almost an hour, well a human hour, not a speedster hour, triangulating territory across Central City before he finally found a common location inside the sightings—an old amusement park that had been shut down a few years before, waiting on renovations when someone would finally buy it.

So, what did Barry do? What Barry did best—he went alone to see which kitty cat he could find first.

***

The entire park was eerie, dark and creaking, rusted metal and cracked plastic everywhere. It almost made him think of those post-apocalyptic video games. Still though, he quelled his fears, though they boiled in his stomach, and hopped over the barriers, quietly walking the silent park.

Every noise had the hair on the back of his neck rising, turning in circles to look behind him at whatever it was, and at one point, he briefly considered calling for Superman—nothing gave you nerves of steel like the Man of Steel.

Shaking his head, he reaffirmed his own abilities. He could do this. He was fast enough to escape danger, he just had to sense it coming.

The sound of nails on metal echoed in Barry’s ears and he shivered, peeking around the corner of an abandoned booth to see a sleek black jaguar scratching at a metal door until it shoved open, and it slipped inside.

His brows furrowed and he looked around before quickly following it, slipping inside the doorway. It led down a further hall and into a tunnel, and with the large metal pistons and wheels in the walls, he assumed it was the underneath of an out of order roller coaster.

Glancing down, he saw paw prints in the dusty ground that obviously hadn’t been disturbed in a couple decades. Barry frowned and continued down the hallway, coming around a corner.

The second he turned it, he ran smack dab into something, and he gasped, immediately shoving out. Whatever had run into him went to the ground with a pained grunt and he blinked in the darkness, looking down, surprise bleeding through him as a woman’s face cleared in the darkness.

Barry had so many thoughts running through his head, but their safety overrode it and he bent down, hauling her up as he whispered harshly, “Never mind what you’re doing here, we have to leave now.”

“What?” she hissed back, letting him tug her down the hallway. “Who are you!”

“My name is Barry. I work at CCPD.” He glanced back at her, well, over her shoulder. “There’s a big cat somewhere down here and we need to get away. If my calculations are right, there are more around.”

“Wait, you know?” she questioned, feet skidding to a halt and Barry looked back at her.

“What do you mean? That the big cats are hiding around here?” she nodded, and he tipped his head. “Yeah. I figured it out with the police scans and public sightings.”

Her jaw started to go slack, and he tugged her again. “C’mon, we have to get out of here before that panther comes back.”

“It’s a jaguar.”

He stopped. “What?”

She pulled her wrist out of his grip. “It’s a black jaguar not a panther.”

Barry cocked a brow. “How do you know?”

“I…” she seemed hesitant, diverting her gaze. “I can’t tell you right now.” She hurried past him. “But you don’t have to worry. There are no cats here.”

“But my calculations—”

“Are wrong, Blake. There are no cats here.”

“It’s Barry,” he retorted. “Barry.”

“Whatever your name is,” she scowled, pushing the door open so they could both get out.

As they did, he pulled out his phone and shone the flashlight upwards so he could see her features. “Who are you?”

She blinked. “It’s not important.”

“It is. If you know about the big cats roaming the city and hurting people, then I need to know.”

Her face pinched. “They’re not hurting people. They’re helping.”

Barry recalled the meta-human incident—the meta’s spine had been broken in one swipe of that tiger’s paw. “Breaking spines and other important body parts isn’t helping people.”

“It’s not like I’m eating the criminals!” she shouted, then slapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide and Barry gaped at her.

“What did you just say?”

She shook her head. “Nothing! I didn’t say anything!”

“No, you said something alright. It sounded like you said you weren’t eating the criminals.” He leaned closer. “Who are you and what do you know about the cats?”

For a moment, she merely gazed at him, then she let out a heavy sigh, shoulders drooping as she resigned herself. “Alright…I’ll talk.” She exhaled. “My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I’m a part-timer at the STAR Labs research facility. A few months ago…I was helping one of the scientists identify a common DNA strand found in the Panthera family and how it would react if spliced together in a new animal when—”

She trailed off, unsure of herself and Barry encouraged, “When?”

(Y/N) sighed again. “I don’t know. There was a mistake with the experiment. Some kind of electromagnetic shock that caused an entire building outage.”

“What else?” he questioned, and she shrugged.

“When we went inside after the power was back on, the test subject was deceased. Doctor Lesia asked me to clean up and I did, but I must’ve gotten contaminated somehow. Maybe through an open wound? I don’t know.”

She inhaled, meeting Barry’s blue eyes. “The DNA sequencing experiment didn’t fail though.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked curiously and she looked towards the door.

“Give me a moment.” As she walked back inside, she quickly stuck her head out and said, “Don’t be alarmed and don’t run, okay?”

He was wary of that and after a few moments, he heard scratching at the door and the door handle bent down, then the door pulled open, and the black jaguar bounded out.

Barry was quick to step back with a sharp, “Shit!” but the cat didn’t do anything, it merely sat down and looked at him; he took a closer look, eyes widening and he breathed, “Oh my God…it resequenced your DNA.”

She nodded, making a low growling noise, then disappeared back inside, only to reappear herself once more. “I’ve been able to transform into any cat whose DNA sequence belongs to the Panthera family.” (Y/N) shook her head. “I have to transform at least once a day, or it’ll happen without my control, and I can’t risk it happening at my job or out in public. So, I come here and transform, then run around Central City.”

“And fight crime,” he surmised, and she tipped her head side to side.

“It didn’t start out like that, honest. I realized I had all this energy pent up and running and scouring seemed to get it out.” (Y/N) blinked. “The first time I ever fought ‘crime’ was when I stopped a meta human from attacking Flash and Green Lantern.”

Barry stared at her. “You broke the meta-human’s spine.”

She winced. “I…didn’t realize I’d hit him with that much strength…but it was that or risk him hurting another hero and I didn’t want that to happen.” (Y/N) looked at him. “Please…please don’t tell anybody you know this. I’ll stop, just please don’t tell anyone. If you do, who knows what government science squad will come after me and kidnap me.”

Her face was the picture of pure terror and she reached out, grabbing Barry’s jacket, tears welling in her eyes as she begged again, “Please Barry, don’t tell anyone.”

Barry took her hands, squeezing them gently. “I won’t. I promise.”

She blinked tearfully and asked, “You won’t?”

“No, I won’t tell.” He smiled at her and fiddled with the ring on his hand, showing her the lightning symbol on it. “Not after I owe you for saving me and Green Lantern.”

(Y/N) eyes widened, and she gaped at the ring, then at his face. “You—you’re him…the Flash.”

He nodded. “Yeah.” Barry sighed, looking around, seeing the moon high in the sky. “Look, it’s late right now. Why don’t we both go home for the night and meet up sometime later?”

“To do what?” she questioned, and he met her eyes.

“Well, I doubt we’ll be able to undo the resequencing of your DNA. There’s no telling how damaging it could be to you if we try.” He thought for a moment, then decided, “So how about this, we meet up, and we’ll see about training you.”

(Y/N)’s face pinched. “But I’m not a speedster?”

“True, but technically you’re like me. You’re a meta-human now.” Barry smiled, wide and toothy. “And if there’s one thing I know how to do—it’s help meta-humans control their powers.”

She searched his gaze for a few moments, then she nodded. “Alright…that seems like a fair plan.” (Y/N) held out her hand and Barry took it, shaking it firmly. “Glad to be apart of the team, Flash.”

“Glad to have you, er…” his brows furrowed. “Do you have a name yet?”

(Y/N) pursed her lips in thought, then her face lit up and she replied, “Panthera.” Barry snorted and she flushed. “I know…I’m a nerd.”

He shook his head. “So am I.”

[alyasgf]

Reveals?

Part 5 of Everything’s Gonna Be Okay || Masterlist

Word Count- 2615

AO3

Notes- Crazy how I’ve had this chapter drafted for the longest. I went through a spout of hating all of my writing so I wasn’t really motivated. I pretty much just wrote Alyanette until I felt confident enough to continue this so,, yay here we are a couple months later, sorry for the wait.

Begin

She’d never say it aloud, but she adored her partner. She admired him for his optimism, loyalty, and how stupidly brave he could be during battles.

As she detransformed on her bed her mind also wandered to Adrien. It did that a lot recently, flipping back and forth between both blonde boys. It confused her heart, but still she knew it belonged to Adrien, as it always had, as it always would. With his soft laughs and softer smiles, Marinette couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to have him.

She laid there, staring up dreamily toward the night sky and holding her hands to her heart until a shadow obscured her view.

She heard a small knock and smiled. Did this stray ever go home?

She opened her sky light and stuck her head out.

“To what do I owe the pleasure savior of Paris?”

In the dim moonlight she could see Chat’s eyes crinkle as he smiled.

“I request your company, and perhaps some sustenance?” He said in an overly formal tone as he kneeled before her.

She laughed before inviting him in.

As he climbed down into her room she could see the glow in his eyes. Something about him was different, he seemed happier.

Most of the times that he would come Marinette could see a lonely sad look break through when he thought she wasn’t looking. It’s not that she minded of course, if she could be a form of comfort for Chat like he was for her she’d take it in a heartbeat.

“I have some chocolate pastries here, although they aren’t too fresh.” She offered him as he crossed the room over to her desktop. She didn’t normally make a habit of keeping food in her room, but Tikki had been snacking. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind too much if Chat stole a few.

“Sounds great Marinette.” He called over his shoulder as he sat in her desk chair and sat in front of her computer.

“What do you say we find some two player game on here and- oh.” Chat stopped mid-sentence and Marinette turned around from grabbing a pastry to see what had happened.

Apparently she forgot to close out the folder of Adrien’s ad photos she had saved on her computer.

She turned bright red as she ran over to the computer and quickly closed it out.

“That’s uh... research! Yeah research on some Gabriel designs!” She lied, facing her back towards Chat so he wouldn’t notice the blush now spreading down her neck.

“Right, well if it were research on Gabriel designs, why only have pictures of Adrien? Other models wear Gabriel brand clothes.” She could practically hear the teasing smirk on his face.

She turned to wack him softly on the shoulder. “Keep on this topic and I’ll make you watch me eat the pastries right here!” She threatened.

Chat held his hands up in mock surrender. “Woah so sorry Adrien Agreste fan #1.” He teased again.

In response Marinette took a large bite out of the pastry she had planned to give him. She made sure to make a show of it, with accompanying sound effects and an exaggerated sigh after she finished chewing.

“Marinette you wound me!” Chat whined, crossing his arms in a dramatic childlike fashion.

Marinette stopped to think about how adorable his pout was before she laughed and went to grab the second pastry.

“Test me again and there will be no more sweets when you come over.” She bluffed.

Chat practically snatched the snack from her hands.

“Then I’d have no reason to come back.” He said through a stuffed mouth.

“No, I think you enjoy my company too much.” She gloated before pulling up a chair beside him. “Now what game did you want to play?”

They spent the next two hours playing fireboy and watergirl, where Marinette was shocked to find they made an incredible team.

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The akuma was hard, there was no denying that. The akuma called itself Obedience. Anyone struck with its ray was forced to do what ever it said, as though playing a game of simon says with dire stakes.

Marinette regretted staying up so late with Chat the night before. How he managed to have the amount of energy he did was astounding.

Chat had already used his cataclysm and Ladybug had used her lucky charm to set up a trap, all they had to do was lead Obedience into it.

Unfortunately, they needed to charge up before that, seeing as the beeping of their miraculous was giving its final warning before it was going to give up.

They landed on a distant building and de-transformed behind opposite sides of a pillar.

“M’lady do you have any extra snacks? Plagg ate up all his cheese before the battle and I didn’t have time to restock.” Chat called from the other side of the stone divider.

Ladybug giggled. “Looks like you need to learn how to control your friend Chaton. Here.” She reached out with a macaroon for Chat to take.

Her curiosity got the best of her and she couldn’t help but admire his hand as he reached over to take the sweet.

Soft and flawless, other than the messy blue nail polish that glowed in the sunlight. At first she didn’t think anything of it.

“Going for a new look kitty?” She asked lightheartedly as Tikki refueled.

“What? Oh you mean my nails. Well, I had someone paint them for me yesterday and I guess I distracted them too much and they made a mess.” He replied absentmindedly.

Wheels began to turn in Marinette’s brain, but unsure as to why, she didn’t try to make them stop.

“Oh, someone painted them? They look cute, did someone finally take in this alley cat?”

“For someone who hates puns, you really do use a lot of cat related metaphors toward me bug. And as a matter of fact I do, and she’s my girlfriend.” He bragged. “Plagg claws out!”

Ladybug transformed as well and was going to make a joke before a few dot connected before her. Messy blue nails. A girlfriend who painted them the day before. That nail polish looked all too familiar. She tried to push it down, but the dots were already connected.

Suddenly she flashed back to Chat Noir seeing her folder of Adrien photos last night and she felt sick to her stomach.

“Hey bug? You ready to kick this akuma Chat style?”

Ladybug snapped out of her trance. Even if everything that she just thought of was true, there was still an enemy to defeat. She could fully panic later.

“I think you mean Ladybug style. Now let’s go.”

They only just managed to get to the Eiffel Tower before they heard her again.

“Where are you Ladybug and Chat Noir? Don’t you know good children come when they’re called?” Obedience sang from a few streets over.

Chat strode over to lure her to the trap.

“Well maybe this kitty needs to be put in time out.” He replied leaning on his baton juvenilely.

“Oh no sweet boy, bad children must be taught better!” She pointed cane at him and an array of vegetables began to shoot out at him.

“Oh no! I’m afraid already perfectly healthy ma’am!” He leapt and dodged as he lead her straight to Ladybug.

As he turned the corner, there she stood, hands defiantly on her hips a couple of feet away. He scampered around a very large pool of a certain substance that was hardly noticeable unless you knew what you were looking for.

He took his side beside his lady as Obedience followed behind him.

“I’ve got you now tomcat!” Obedience turned the corner too fast and slipped straight into the street filled with a ridiculous amount of oil.

She screamed as she slid, and in her fall her cane flew from her fingers. It’s momentum led it straight toward them. Ladybug stopped it with the bottom of her shoe, and stomped on it with a satisfied grin.

Once she let the akuma go and threw the now empty bottle of oil to reverse the effects of the akuma, she turned to Chat.

“Pound it!” She said it with her usual confidence, but Chat could see something else lingering in her eyes.

But he was supposed to be practicing piano at the moment so he didn’t exactly have too much time to question her about it.

“Pound it.” He replied, touching his fist to hers.

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“Tikki spots off.”

Ladybug de-transformed in her room and immediately began pacing.

“Crap crap crap crap! Tikki I accidentally figured out his identity! How could I be so careless as to look at his hands? Why did I care that much.”

Tikki sighed as she sat on Marinette’s desk. Sometimes it was best to let her get it all out.

“Well obviously I cared that much because Chat Noir is my recently established boyfriend! God he’s going to get such an ego boost when he finds out we’re dating.” Marinette threw herself face first into her chaise.

“So you’re going to tell him?” Tikki zipped over to hove beside her holder’s head.

There was a muffled response from the chair.

“What was that Marinette?”

“No, not yet. First I want to see how much he knows, if he knows anything at all.” Marinette rolled over on the chaise, laying as though she were at a therapists appointment.

“Tikki do you think this will effect our relationship? Will it put us in danger?”

Tikki’s little heart warmed.

“Marinette, you guys will be fine. If anything I think this would bring you closer together. If it puts you in any more danger you’ll handle it together, like you always do.” Tikki flew closer to hug Marinette’s cheek and Marinette let out a deep sigh as she brought a hand up to hug Tikki back.

“Thanks Tikki. You’re the best kwamii anyone could ask for.” Marinette said as the stress melted off of her.

“And you’re the best Ladybug I’ve ever known.” She replied warmly.

Of course things would work out. This was Chat she was talking about, Adrien. There wasn’t a problem he couldn’t help her solve, with or without the masks.

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After going over Tikki’s advice for what felt like hours, Marinette came to a conclusion.

She would tell Chat Noir (Adrien?) who she was. It was only fair, considering she knew his identity. She wouldn’t have came to this on her own, so for the millionth time in her life she thanked Tikki.

But first, she needed to have a little fun. She noticed how Adrien would tease her lately for how flustered she got around him, so she figured the least she could do was use this moment to get revenge.

Too excited to sit still, she transformed to confront her boyfriend.

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Adrien was laying in bed reading manga when he heard a tapping at his window. He looked over in shock to see his lady waiting outside.

“Ladybug?” He nearly stuttered out.

She was glowing in the moonlight, backlit in all her glory. She had a playful grin in her lips that made Adrien uneasy.

“Hey pretty boy, mind if I pop in?” She asked casually, as if it were totally normal for Adrien Agreste to have a spotted heroine outside of his window.

He calmed his heart, remembering this was his dorky girlfriend and invited her in. He had to remember to act friendly, not like he would with Marinette, nor like he would as Chat Noir. This wouldn’t be easy.

“Your nails look cute.” She offered casually as she sauntered over to sit in his desk chair.

Adrien froze. Ladybug had noticed Chat Noir’s earlier too.

He quickly pushed that thought away. Marinette had been oblivious of his identity up until this point, even after the thousands of clues he’d managed to drop. He wasn’t exactly concerned anymore.

He decided to take advantage of the chance to compliment his girlfriend without her being able to completely reject it.

“Yeah my girlfriend painted them! She’s so cute and sweet and pretty.” He replied dreamily.

He could see Ladybug’s eyes widen and her blush grow. This was going great.

“Did you need something?” He asked innocently.

“I- uh-“ Adrien laughed, his girlfriend really wasn’t too different outside of the suit. Flustered and flushed, she was still Marinette.

Suddenly something in her eyes changed. One second they were wide and almost panicked, the next they were full of suspicion.

“You know don’t you!” She accused more than asked. She stalked over and jabbed a finger lightly into his chest.

Now it was Adrien’s turn to panic.

“Know what?” He asked, hoping to play dumb.

“You do!”

So much for feigning innocence. Instead he opted for begging for forgiveness.

“Marinette, i’m so sorry! It’s just I knew you’d panic if I told you when I found out and it’s not like I tried to figure out your identity! It’s just that you put so much effort into the whole kwamiibuster scheme-“

“You’ve known since kwamiibuster?!” She practically shouted.

“-and you looked so cute.” Adrien added still trying to lighten the blow. “I didn’t tell anyone and I’ve known for a while and nothing bad happened so I figured-“

Ladybug cut off his rambling with a kiss.

Adrien was stunned at first but then ultimately sighed into the kiss as he leaned into her touch. His arms looped around her waist as he pulled her close, hands tracing patterns into her spandex covered back.

He pulled pack slightly, noses still touching. He could feel her breath ghost his lips.

“So we’re okay?” He asked hopefully, eyes looking deep into hers as they caught their breath.

“Of course, minou. I just wish you would’ve told me before you saw that embarrassing folder on my computer.” She blushed.

“Oh? But then I wouldn’t be able to tease you about it. Tell me, which one was your favorite? Do you think the greens really brought out my eyes?”

“You’re the worst!” She exclaimed, attempting to pull from his embrace. Adrien’s arms held her fast in place.

“You love me!” He announced proudly as he pulled her into a tight hug. “Ladybug is dating Chat Noir!”

“Would you be quiet! I don’t want to have to explain to Nathalie why Paris’ superhero is standing in your room.” She giggled into Adrien’s shoulder.

“Ladybug is dating Chat Noir” He whispered, this time softer as he nuzzled her neck.

“Yes she is.” Ladybug sighed, resigning to Adrien’s touch.

“Now,” He released the girl as he turned and clasped his hands together. “de-transform. We’ve had plenty of date night in your room-“

“Those weren’t technically dates” She interjected.

“-And not enough in mine.” He gave her a pointed look as he continued. “Of course, since it’s my room, I have full say in what we watch.” He could hear Marinette’s pout as she de-transformed. “But I’ll take suggestions.”

Marinette crossed over to where Adrien was pacing in anticipation and threw her arms around his shoulders from behind. She placed a quick kiss on the base of his neck.

“New Girl again!” She said excitedly.

“No.”

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

[jeromesxreader16]

Such a Joker (53)

Part 52 Here!

~o0o~

I pack two sandwiches in my purse and proceed to cover my hair with the large silk scarf. "Where are you sneaking off to?" Babs asks walking past me and downing a drink. "Secret date? I figured you would get sick of the pale faced clown." I smile at my hands. I could never tire of my boy. I'm as crazy as him, maybe more, but he would never turn me away, and I could never leave him.

"I'm married." "Even better." I narrow my eyes at her. "Babs, I'm going to see my dad." She widens her eyes. "Now you're asking for a death wish." I walk out the door, my heels clicking every step. "If you say so."

I walk into the GCPD and can sense the chaos and tension thickly canned in the air. Not seconds later two individuals start brawling over bread. "Hey! Break it up!" My father pushes them back. "For all the new people here... everyone is welcome in Haven, but there are rules. And one of them is we leave the fighting outside. Government already thinks we don't deserve help. We have to show otherwise. Gangs want to tear themselves apart outside, that's their business. In here, in Haven... we help each other survive."  I hum with a slick smile as the two dispute the issue and the tension falls. Saved for another day.

I walk up to him nudging his arm. "Nice speech. I think it worked." He turns to me and gasps, but recovers quickly. "(Y/n). You're so big. No... Just-" "Pregnant, dad." He nods smiling. "So what happens when they find out the government abandoned them?" He sighs, shaking his head. I pat his back. "Come on paper man. You need some real food." I pull him into his office and remove the disguise. "Italian sub for you, and tuna for me." "You hate tuna." I smile sitting down. "They don't." I pat my swollen tummy. "So there are two of them?" I nod smiling.

"And you're happy? He treats you well?" I nod again smiling at him. "Of course he does. He's not a monster, dad." He grabs my hand over the desk and squeezes it. "I don't... like him. You know this. He destroyed the damn city for christ's sake, but he is the father of my grandchildren, and the husband of my only daughter, so I can promise you... I will never kill him." I kiss his hand and smile. "Who knew that'd be so comforting to hear."

~

I walk into the elevator with the smile ghosted over my lips. Crackling from the speaker erupts my mind causing me to shake and grab the wall in fright. "Aw, honey, I'm sorry." Ecco's voice pipes up from the speaker. I wave my hand in front of the camera with a smile. "No worries. All good here." I laugh placing a hand on my stomach. "Where is Jerimiah?" "Working down below. Would you like me to get him?" I smile up at the camera. "Let me go down."

"Uh... Miss, I think we should wait. He doesn't want you around the-" I press the button to the bottom floor faster than light. "Oops," I smirk up to Ecco as the elevator skips the main floor and descends below.

The two doors slide open revealing a steamed room with the funk of hard labor. I step on the uneven ground and see Jerimiah fanning himself as he watches his workers. I rest my hands on his shoulders and kiss his cheek. "You're working hard." He spins around with a glare. "And you're not supposed to be here." He grips my hips pulling me towards him.

"I missed you." I nuzzle into his chest. He hums as we rock back and forth. "I missed you, my love. Come on. No lady should be exposed to this heat." He places his hand on the small of my back leading me to the elevator.

Holding me the entire way up and then carrying me to our bed, never letting us go. "Are my darlings all suggled up?" He asks resting my head on his chest. The icy colored flesh proving wrong to the touch of fire on my fingers. "Yes, Jer." I mumble feeling my eyes draw to a close. "Never will I go a day without my family... even your father." He kisses my head before I can ask the question.

~

Jeremiah POV:

My workers work endlessly day and night to break the walls of the under the earth. Slowing down each day, getting on my nerves in the end. You're pushing my men way too hard. "We're not gonna break through for at least a couple more days. There is absolutely no way to make it on schedule." The leader of the pack of sweat cogs comes in.

My wife doesn't need to be kept in this filth any longer. How dare he disrespect my future.  "Well, not with that attitude, you're not." I slice the man's throat, as he falls to the ground, blood flowing on the dirt.

"Now... everyone... let's reach inside and dig... a little deeper, shall we? 'Cause that's the only way you're all making it out of this hole." I hum watching their fear thicken.

Two taps on my shoulder break my gaze from the project. "Oh, Echo. Are these all the recruits?" Skinny, no brains, slim Whitted. These are my soldiers?

"Well, I thought you would want quality over quantity. Not everybody can pass a .38 caliber test of faith." I smirk thinking of the trials and tests they've suffered.  "Yes... you certainly have set a very high bar for devotion."

"Oh. Almost forgot. Bruce Wayne and his sidekick Curls... Or is he the sidekick? Anyway, they tried to infiltrate our little operation here."

"Oh?" " Oh. And Curls can walk, really well, especially... for a paraplegic. Ah. And she wants to kill you." I glare at her with a snarl. This doesn't help that my wife is being cared for in the same building.

"A lot, FYI. If I see her, I'll give you a shout. Oh... and kill her." I nod rolling my eyes. Finish the job and move on for the better of my wife and children.

~

I walk into the GCPD questioning room with my scarf wrapped around my head, and my belly protruding out. Quite the look I must say. I open the door to see Victor Zsasz pushed on to the table by Harvey.

"Ow. This is a really nice table." I snicker and take my glasses off. "You do realize her thrives on the pain." The three pairs of eyes look at me.  "We got a dozen witnesses that saw you walk out of that building before it went kabooey."

"Yeah. I heard some gangs had taken over." Zsasz says turning his eyes to me.  "Figured, with you guys occupied, I might help myself to some of your supplies. Hey, do you guys have any canned peaches? Man, I'd trade an arm and a leg for that right now. Not mine, somebody else's. Maybe little baby Maniax's." He laughs reaching for my stomach before Jim swats his arm down.

"If you're innocent, why shoot up a city block full of cops?"

"Because it was full of cops." Zsasz and I say at the same time.

"Who were also trying to shoot me. And, guys, those were warning shots. I mean, if I really

wanted to kill you... you'd be dead. You got a pen? I want to write this guy a thank-you letter. Do the math. If I blew up a building full of people, I would have covered

every inch of my body in sweet, sweet scars. Mrs. Valeska...  want to do a strip search?" He winks before my father punches him. "She's married, pig."

I lock arms with my dad and walk through the station. "Got Lucius on the horn for you, Cap."

"Lucius, talk to me." I grab the phone holding it close enough for the both of us to hear. "Haven wasn't destroyed by a bomb. It was an RPG, like the one that took down the chopper."

"You sure?"

I'm holding what's left of it in my hand right now. We found pieces of it in the rubble. It was fired through the basement window, detonated the fuel oil tank. And we're still trying to figure out exactly which rooftop it was fired from.

"Rooftop?"

"Yes."

"Dad, the only angle you could hit this place from is above. Zsasz was on the ground. Looks like you need a new suspect. I think we need to-"

"Jim! Ah. I know the wheels of justice turn slowly, so I'm here to provide- a modicum of grease."

Rushing up towards the front, Oswald, the Mayor of fallen Gotham, stands tall and proud.

"You need to leave right now."

"Still claiming he's innocent, is he?"

"Yes. And as much as I hate to admit it, the evidence is backing him up."

Harvey busts out, "What the hell's going on?" "Harvey, according to Lucius, Zsasz couldn't have done it."

Oswald huffs with a smile. "I did not expect you to go soft, Jim. Actually, I did. Behind a grandpa and all must've changed your ways. Which is why I didn't come alone." Several gunmen come out armed and ready to fire. My father huddles me close and shields me from the view of guns.

"Bring me Victor Zsasz!"

"Leave, (Y/n). Go home!" Jim pushes me away towards the doors.

~

Jeremiah POV:

I wave my hat fanning my pale skin placed upon the crippling bones. It's so damp and hot in here, but I'm freezing. My heart has gone cold without her scent around. Not a touch, not a wiff, not a glace for days it seems. Where is my angel with my bundles of joy?

"You see, a river cuts through rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence. So what do we do when we feel like giving up? Dig a little deeper. And what do we do when we can't possibly go on any longer? Dig a little deeper. And what do we..." A sharp blade stabs into my side crippling my speech. I look down seeing the masked figure in the striped coat. I gasp feeling my footing slide as the attacker shoves the blade into my stomach further.

"Deep enough?" The individual removes the mask revealing the little pussy of them all. "Well, Selina, I must say..." She pulls the blade out plunging it back in sharply.

"Don't say anything." Over and over again the blade is shoved into my side. The light dimming, the hot steam hitting my brow, the devilish laughter of my brother. This is near my end? Maybe so...

"Selina!" The rat is stripped away from me causing me to fall to the ground barely clinging to the life of happiness I have.

"Selina!" Bruce Wayne holds the fierce kitty back. "Stop. It's done! It's over."

~

The building is quiet. The entire place is quiet... Not one swing of an ax hitting limestone, making a light clink sound. Not the ring of my husbands voice calling to his men. Not even Echo meeting me at the door with my slippers and milkshake. Something is not right.

"Jeremiah?" I call out as if he could hear me from below. If not him then someone. One of the members at least, but no one came. I proceeded to enter the elevator only to see blood on the buttons and floor. They were having the graduation today, not everyone makes it.

The doors  open to the pool room and I could almost drop to my knees at the smell. Thick scent of blood coating the walls. I walk out of the elevator and down into the pool counting the dead. No Echo or Jeremiah. Good so far.

I make my way down to the tunnels where silence has taken over. Just a simple lone man sitting in a chair. "Where is Jermiah?" I panic pulling my jacket closer. Could he have left me?

"Mrs. Valaska!" "Where is my husband?" "He's off in the tunnels. He's got injured. I'm supposed to take you to him." "Well, go on!" He shuffles his feet in a pace of nervousness, tripping over rocks and pickaxes. "How did he get hurt?" "Someone came in and just stabbed the boss. She was taken away by Bruce Wayne." I feel fire ignite in my blood. Selina and Bruce. What a treat. Trying to kill my husband in my own home.

Down the tunnels I hear him. Groaning in pain as Echo stitches him up. "How could you let this happen?" I shout at her. "She was fast." "And you're supposed to be faster." I glare at her as she cowers at my words.

"Don't stress, darling. It's not good for the babies."

"Jeremiah." I kneel down next to him grabbing his face. "Are you alright?" He places his hands over mine, kissing them each. "I'm still alive. One thing I've still got on my brother. How are you, my love? I'm sorry. You must've been wrecked with worry." Jeremiah pulls me into his lap. I nod with my bottom lip out. "Yes, I was. I was so scared, Jer." He pulls me to him. "Aw my darling. I know. I know."

I shift my weight slightly causing him to jet in a sharp inhale. "Oh, honey. Stitches still sore?" He nods. "Never would have happened if you wore that armor I prepared." Echo hums, causing me to roll my eyes. "That bullet makes you sentimental of the wrong things." I huff out pushing her out of the view.

"Why would you not check who was working? You always do. You're always prepared." Jeremiah places his hand on my cheek again. "I had to let Selina thrust the knife into my flesh at least once. Verisimilitude trumps precaution, you see." "They think you're dead." I think putting everything together.

Echo stands to the side bouncing with information. "What is it?" She giggles jumping on her heels. "All systems go." Jeremiah lifts himself, placing a hand on the small of my back and leading us along behind Echo.

"You could've died." I whisper looking at the dirt. "I didn't." "But you could have, Jeremiah. That's my point. You have two children growing, and soon they'll be out in this world. They need their father. You've kept me safely away, but that won't mean shit if you're not around to protect your children." I move ahead of him in a fit of fire.

A hand grabs my shoulder spinning me around. Jerehimah dips me and pushes our lips together. His grip on my arm and hip so tight, keeping me pulled to him with no fight. He pulls away only an inch, looking at my eyes, looking into the soul. "Now, you may not understand everything I do, but I do it for you and these two kids. I think and I plan for hours. You sit up in the bed resting your feet like I tell you. When you start questioning if I'm going to make it, that's when this will fall apart. You're my darling. You've been mine for thousands of years. Never doubt me, (Y/n)." He places his hands on my stomach and pecks my forehead. "Come along now. We have things to do."

Leading me through the tunnels I start to see less of the dirt and more solid grey rock already formed into tunnels. "Where are we?" Jeremiah giggles pulling me alongside.

"Doctor. I'm hearing good things." Jeremiah says holding in laughter.

What is he up to?

The Doctor nods. "The bandages are ready to come off. Your assistant thought you'd like to see the results." Echo shakes her head in praise like a dog while Jer nods his head. "Indeed, I would."

He turns to me. "You won't want to miss this, (y/n)."

The Doctor unravels the bandages on the individuals faces revealing a profile built from professional lifestyle and diets. This is Thomas and Martha Wayne before my eyes... ALIVE!

"Oh, you two look beautiful." I smile looking down at her pearl necklace. "Down to the very detail with you." Jeremiah kisses my cheek. "I love family reunions, don't you?" "More than Christmas!" I cheer and giggle.

[firaknight]

Adeleine kittysitting Shiver Star Test Tube Cat

@kirbyofthestars RENA COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!!!!! /lh

~~~{+}~~~

Its a peaceful morning in Cloudy Park. The birds chirped outside, their songs carried on the spring breeze. Past a large village sat a small house, right next to the nearby forest. It’s a quaint little house, a cottage tucked away from the world. The exterior is a soft cream color, warmed by the early morning sun. Underneath a small overhang from the roof sit 2 mechanical beings: a wheelie scooter and an inactive Robobot Armor. Both look to be sleeping soundly and recharging their batteries.

Inside the house sit countless potted plants, all wildly different from one another. In one pot, a mischievous, overgrown clove plant. In another, a silent lotus sits upon the surface of its watery home. All seem to be alive, moving as if they had just woken up from a good nights sleep. From nearby, a creak can be heard as something climbs the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house.

At the end of the upstairs hallway is a large bedroom, messy in nature. Clothes scattered across the floor in a haphazard fashion. A few paint splotches line the carpet, and a few more along the walls. Curiously, there’s also one on the ceiling. How it got there is a mystery. Around the room are more potted plants, most of which look to be fully awake. There’s a closet against the far wall, one of the doors left partway open, a small, Ripple Star fairy sized bedroom crammed inside, just as messy as the bedroom itself.

Against the other wall is a bed, a figure peacefully sleeping away beneath the sheets. The figure is none other than Adeleine, dressed in a lime green nightgown, her face hidden beneath the bedsheets. A window lies above the bed, light streaming down and onto the bed. Surrounding the bed are more potted plants. Some have flowers which begin to close, retreating as morning arrives, while others appear to be just waking up, leaning down over Adeleine to see if she’s awake yet. A small pitter of footsteps breaks the silence. Something hops up onto the bed, patiently waiting for Adeleine to wake up. Adeleine shifts, sleepily mumbling to herself as she wiggles partway out of the covers, still fast asleep. Her hair is matted and scruffy from sleep. She rolls onto her back, and the creature on the bed leans down to see if she’s awake...

*sniff sniff*

“Mrrp?” The creature paws at Adeleines cheek, earning a sleepy groan from her.

“Mmnnghh... 5 more minutes, Ribbon...” Adeleine pathetically swats in the direction of the creature, completely missing it.

*sniff... sniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrrpp?” The creature leans towards Adeleines exposed neck, curious.

*sniff sniff*

Adeleine sleepily giggles and snuggles partway under the covers, much to the creatures dismay. The creature paws at the sheets, pushing them aside with ease as Adeleine wiggles back to her original position. It leans in closer this time, the whiskers on its face brushing against her skin.

*sniff sniff sniff*

“Mmppheheh... stoppit...” Adeleine rolls onto her side, her back to the creature, a dreamy smile on her face. The creature looks visibly annoyed, ears turning back ever so slightly. It doesn’t appear angry in the slightest, merely fed up with the lack of progress it’s made. It licks its paw and cleans its face for a brief moment before stepping forwards, crouching down to reach Adeleine.

*sniff... sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrraaaaow?” A much louder sound escapes the creature, and no response is given. Fed up with the lack of progress, the creature decides to take matters into its own soft little paws, leaning down towards Adeleines exposed neck once again and giving one final warning sniff...

*lick lick lick*

*nuzzle* *rub*

“MmphhHHEEEKK—!!” Adeleine jolts at the sudden coldness and slightly rough feeling against her neck, quickly dissolving into slightly sleepy giggles as the cold and roughness turns to an incredibly soft sensation against a horribly sensitive spot. She squirms, attempting to curl up to protect herself.

“Ohohokay! I-I’m up I’m up Ihihihi’m uhuhuhup!!” She quickly pulls the sheets up, guarding her neck, taking a second to compose herself. She then pulls the covers down slightly and looks right at one of the plants near her bed, giving it a slightly annoyed stare. The plant recoils in a way that says “wasn’t me!” A paw pats her cheek and she rolls over to find a cat sitting just a few inches from her.

“Oh! Test Tube! Were you the one who woke me up?”

“Mrrp!!” Test Tube rubs her face against Adeleines cheek in response, earning some head scritches.

“You little stinker! You could’ve pawed at my face and I would’ve woken up!” Test Tube simply rubs against her again, turning around and climbing into her lap as she sits up.

“Hey, now that I think about it, wasn’t Kirby watching you? How come you’re here and he’s not...” She looked to the closet, which was open.

“Where’s Ribbon? Did she pick you up from Kirbys house or something?” Test Tube’s ears went up and she hopped down onto the floor, standing at the doorway to the bedroom.

“Mrraaow!!!” Adeleine walked over, watching as Test Tube ran around her legs before running downstairs, zipping around the corner towards the living room. Adeleine chuckled, walking downstairs to quite the sight. Test Tube came back over and dropped an envelope at her feet.

“Uh, what’s this?”

“Brrff” Adeleine picked up the envelope, opening it and reading over the contents of the letter inside.

“Adeleine, I’ve been invited to Patchland for a celebration of guardian deities that protect each land. I have to leave early and I won’t be home by the time you wake up. Kirbys coming with, too, and I need someone to watch Test Tube. Since she technically lives here, I thought you could watch her for the day! I’ll be back before bedtime (I hope)! See you soon, Ribbon.” She folded the letter back into the envelope and set it on the small coffee table in the center of the living room.

“Looks like you’re spending the day with me, Test Tube!”

“Mrraaaooww!!!!!!” Test Tube stretched, opening her mouth to yawn. Adeleine could faintly make out the frighteningly sharp fangs in her mouth. That weird eye on her tail opened up briefly, closing as fast as it had opened.

“I keep forgetting you’re a mutant kitty, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.” Test Tube merely rubbed against her leg, looking up at her expectantly.

“I bet you’re hungry, huh?”

“Mra-a-a-aaaoww!!” A meow and yawn escaped Test Tube as she stretched again.

“Alright, I’ll give you a snackie, but let me feed the plants first. They’ll get incredibly fussy if I don’t.”

“Mrrp!!!” The two of them walked to the kitchen and Adeleine fished out a pitcher from one of the cabinets, filling it with water.

“Alright everyone, wake up!! I’ve got breakfast!”

~~~{+}~~~

“Test Tube, please stop trying to eat the clove. I don’t know if it’s bad for you or not and I’d rather not take my chances and find out.” The clove plant Adeleine was watering crept down and lifted Test Tube up, setting her down away from its pot. When Adeleine finished watering it, the clove gave her a little pat on the head before retracting to a normal position.

“Ok Test Tube, let’s get you some crunchies.” Test Tube practically shot to the cabinet, watching as Adeleine casually walked over.

“Mrraaoww!!!”

“Meeooww!!! I know!!! It’s time for crunchies!!!” Adeleine opened the cabinet and grabbed the cup inside the crunchy bag, scooping up a cupful and walking over to Test Tubes food bowls, nearly getting tripped by the eager kitty along the way.

“Ok, here you go!” She dumped the contents of the cup into one of the bowls, which had a few crunchies remaining in it already. Test Tube stuck her head in and chowed down without hesitation. Adeleine put the cup back in the bag, closed it up, and put it away, she grabbed a couple teabags, started heating water in her old teakettle, and grabbed herself some breakfast while she waited.

“Brff” Adeleine looked down to find Test Tube once again at her feet, looking up at her expectantly.

“I already gave you crunchies. You don’t get any more until dinner, ok?”

“Mraaaa!!” Adeleine peered over to the near empty bowl of crunchies.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten them all at once then!” She was met with a particularly strong headbutt from Test Tube. She gave her a pet and grabbed a cinnamon roll out of the fridge, setting it on the table as she walked to get her tea ready. She could see Test Tube ready to jump onto the counter, backing up a little to get a better position.

“Test Tube. Soft kitty soft. Give me a second so I can get my tea! I’ll give you some pets in a second!” Test Tube sat down, watching as Adeleine dropped a teabag or two into her cup, pushing them down with a spoon before setting them on the table behind her. She sat down and Test Tube followed her, looking up at her.

“Alright, c’mon.” She patted her leg and Test Tube hopped up, climbing up to look over her shoulder. Adeleine leaned back in her chair, careful to not crush any paws, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll.

“What do you say we make some art later, Test Tube?”

“Mrraow!!!” Adeleine smiled and took another bite of her cinnamon roll.

Today’s going to be fun, I can just feel it!

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“Ok, so this is your canvas. I’m gonna stick your paws in non toxic paint and then you can walk on the canvas to your hearts content! Just... don’t roll on it or lick the paint off.”

“Mrrp.” Adeleine carefully picked up Test Tube and very very gently dipped the bottoms of her front paws in paint, then set her down on the canvas. Test Tube looked utterly confused before she realized she had stuff on her feet, hurriedly walking on the canvas before absolutely zooming to the other side of the room, leaving paw prints on the floor. She came running back over, using Adeleine as a stepping stone, another set of little paw prints left in her wake, a few of which were left on Adeleines painting smock.

“MRRP!!!!!!!” Test Tube excitedly ran past again, her tail all puffed up from the excitement. Adeleine giggled, watching as Test Tube practically flew around the room, finally stopping near the canvas. Adeleine took this moment to pick her up, placing her in her lap so she could attempt to wipe the paint off her paws. Test Tube, still brimming with excited energy, very quickly tried to roll out of Adeleines lap, failing when Adeleine gently grabbed ahold of one of her paws to clean it.

“Oh, sit still! I don’t want you licking any of this off! Sure, it’s non-toxic, but I’m not taking any chances!”

“Mrraaowww!!!!!!!”

~~~{+}~~~

Adeleine walked up the stairs and towards her room. She was tired, having spent a bunch of time painting one of the commissions she was given. She was fairly sure her headache was just from exhaustion, maybe dehydration. That, or the fact that she forgot to open the windows for a couple hours while working with oil paints. Thankfully Test Tube had decided she was too boring to hang around and went upstairs. Adeleine really didn’t want her breathing that crap in.

“Test Tube? Are you up here?”

“Mrp?” Adeleine looked around, trying to figure out where the chirp from Test Tube came from. She peeked into the bathroom, only to find Test Tube sprawled out on the floor.

“Hiiii!!!!!”

“Mrrrrrp!!” Test Tube did a little scoot, her front paws tucked in a little. Adeleine knelt down, letting her sniff her hand.

“Can I give the soft kitty some pats?” She gave Test Tube a few pets before switching to patting Test Tubes hip, which resulted in immediate purring.

“Are you my soft kitty? Huh? Are you?” Adeleine chuckled to herself at how high she managed to get her voice to go. Her delight quickly changed to gasps of pure joy as Test Tube proceeded to start rolling on the floor.

“Rolly kitty!!!!!!! Oh, rolly kitty!!!!!!” Adeleine gently pet Test Tubes exposed stomach, relishing in how delightfully soft it was.

“Mrrrp!” Test Tube quickly got up, fiercely but lovingly headbutting Adeleines leg.

“Are you a happy kitty, huh?”

“Mrraow!!!” Test Tube lovingly headbutted her again, giving her head a little shake, her ears clapping together with a weird smack. Adeleine picked her up and gave her a couple smooches before setting her back down and heading off to her room to change into something more comfortable.

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“Ugh, there’s never anything good on...” Adeleine flipped through channels with the remote, laying lazily on the couch. Test Tube had gotten her dinner with a cupful of crunchies, and Adeleine had made an effort to eat something, despite not being very hungry (thanks to an incredibly late lunch), with said something being a small fruit salad. A blanket was draped over the lower half of her, pulled up right to her ribs. She settled on a nature documentary, since it was one of the only decent things on. She laid back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before something soft gently patted her arm.

“Mrrrp?” Adeleine slowly peeked over the side of the couch, only to find Test Tube patiently sitting on the floor.

“You can come up!” Her tone was cheery, but the exhaustion was very noticeable, forcing her voice to a much quieter volume. Test Tubes ears perked up a little. She rocked back and forth for a moment while she prepared to jump, and then hopped up onto the couch. She took a second to scope for a good spot to sit, opting for somewhere on Adeleine, and promptly sat down on her stomach, tucking her paws in so she looked like a little loaf. Adeleine could hear the faint rumble of a purr coming from Test Tube, letting out a sigh.

“Ribbon should be back soon...” Adeleine felt her eyelids growing increasingly heavier. It was becoming a chore just to stay awake. The combination of pure exhaustion from painting for so long and the relaxing sound of Test Tube purring made the urge to sleep harder to fight. She glanced up at the clock on the wall, then at Test Tube.

“I suppose a quick nap wouldn’t hurt... and besides... *yawn* Ribbon won’t be home for a while anyway... I’m sure she won’t mind...” Adeleine let her eyelids shut, the world slowly being drowned out as sleep took hold...

~~~{+}~~~

The door to the house creaked open, and in fluttered Ribbon, holding a multitude of bags decorated with beads. She immediately noticed how dark it was, the only light being from the plants scattered around the house.

“Addie! I’m home!” No response.

“That’s weird... usually she answers right away...” Ribbon quietly closed the door, listening intently. She couldn’t hear anything from the studio down the hall, so clearly Adeleine wasn’t in there, not to mention the lights weren’t on in there either. She didn’t hear any creaks from upstairs, so she most likely wasn’t up there either. Ribbon looked to her right, noticing that the TV was on, the light faintly illuminating the couch.

Why in the world is the TV still on? Did Addie forget to turn it off or-

Ribbon fluttered into the living room and, upon closer inspection, realized that Adeleine was laying on the couch, sound asleep. She had a blanket on, which had been pulled up over her shoulders, and a pillow taken from upstairs had been placed behind her head, both of which Ribbon suspected weren’t like that before. Upon Adeleines chest sat Test Tube, purring away. Ribbon smiled at the sight, silently fluttering over and leaving a few of the bags in her hand next to Adeleine. She glanced at the clock, shaking her head.

It’s past 11. No way I’m going to be able to haul her upstairs like this without her waking up. She does look awfully comfy though. I don’t think she’d mind spending the night down here...

Ribbon nodded to herself, taking the remote and turning off the TV, resting it on the coffee table in the center of the room before fluttering towards the stairs.

“Sleep tight, Addie. Thanks for watching Test Tube for me. I’ll see you in the morning, good night!”

[frightfurtabby]

HimiKiyo Week Day 6: I Melt With You

// 2nd to last day, the theme is sickness and health. Emi told me about a headcanon about Kiyo having Marfan Syndrome a while ago so I used that for this. And to add another layer I’ve made a nod to a grey’s anatomy episode we watched on a date night. sadly i dont think thats enough for me to be able to tag that fandom tho smh//

Word Count: 1299

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34224124

Amino: (coming soon)

Korekiyo always had health problems in some way since they could remember. It wasn’t easy to live with but Sister had always had it worse. Of course she did, because her ailments were rarer and deadlier, as she frequently reminded them back in those days. It was all about her so without her things went south for several years. (More so than they had been)

Himiko also knew what it was like to lose somebody to something like that. It was one of the things that they bonded over in their early days knowing one another. It took a few conversations to fully open up about that. It took even longer then for Kiyo to confess there was a reason for their lanky appearance and spindly fingers: Marfan Syndrome.

A big catch was that their heart was bad. It could be fixed with surgery, but that and the medications were simply managing it and the dozens or so other symptoms. It, like many of the disorders Kiyo’s sister had while she was alive, was incurable.

Any surgery had risks, but the risks were better than risking the damage to the arteries getting any worse. It had finally come time for the procedure. There were indicators their heart would start to get worse.

Himiko was in the room when the doctor broke the news. In a cruel twist it was she that seemed to need the most comforting about the news. Kiyo kept her up on their lap and brushed fingers across her hand.

“I’m going to be fine, darling.” They told her before giving a peck on the cheek. “Recovery might take a while but when I’m all better, I’ll be better than ever before. Stronger.”

“You’ll really be okay honey?” She clung to them like a koala.

“Yes. I promise that.” A promise sealed with a kiss on her lips. That was the kind that should never be broken, so they knew they had to fight.

There were little conversations day to day about it. It was first caught extremely early as many genetic conditions were. It started with eye problems and scoliosis. A few more observations and tests and it was the answer. Plus, there was a family history with it due to one grandfather having had it.

Kiyo had a morbid sense of humor and one of the jokes was about how they were “Always in and out of the hospital, so why not have something interesting to stay longer. Make things a lot more convenient”

Himiko knew she had to stay in the hospital overnight tonight, so she put a call in to an old friend to house-sit and make sure to feed their kitty child, Ryo. It was the night before the big day.

“Thank you.” Kiyo said, propped up a bit on the pillows. They figured they may get some shut-eye soon. “I got a little sad, but then I thought about how happy he’ll be when his mommies come back home.” They smiled.

“I’ll be glad when this is all over.” she put her phone under the pillow on the visitors couch she was going to sleep on before walking over to hold their hand. “If the doctors mess anything up I’ll sue.” She wasn’t kidding, and hoped it didn’t come to that.

A smile crossed Kiyo’s face as they gently returned her little hand squeeze. “I know you would. I trust that I’ll be fine here.”

She leaned in and gave a kiss. “Is there anything you’d like before bed?”

Stroking their chin in thought, an answer came with a slight delay. “Well… how about a bedtime story? I’ve read those to you many times, so this can be a good opportunity for your turn.”

“Hehe, I thought you might say something like that. So I came up with one already earlier today.” she explained, “So, I hope you’ll enjoy hearing this tale.” It was a relaxing one with a relatively light conflict. Many talking animals inhabited a lush green landscape with the yellow sun shining on them above.

Some of the denizens of this land had assumed a Kitsune had stolen lost items from them when things went missing solely due to the creature’s reputation. After a bit of detective work, starting from a single odd feather out in the nearby farm’s chicken coop led to the discovery that there was a visit from a Tengu and that had been the true culprit.

Kiyo enjoyed laying back and listening instead of telling for once, eyes closed as they listened and visualized what was going on in the story. Following it all along, walking in the shoes of the characters. As time passed they got sleepier, her voice soothing any worry they had.

Happy little yawns popped up here and there. Kiyo expended only a small bit of energy to lean up and nuzzle into her hand as she ran soft, gentle hands along their cheek or through their hair.

“Mmm, I know I tell you this a lot but you really are cuter than you’re given credit for.”

“Am I?” they asked, briefly opening their eyes to look up with a flutter.

“Yes, especially when you’re all sleepy like this. You should rest up.”

The next day Kiyo woke up a little bit later than usual. It was still morning but the sun was approaching the peak it would have at midday. The curtains were open so that meant either one of the doctors or nurses or Himiko opened them.

Their wife was up and about, returning a moment later. “Oh, you’re awake! You were still resting when I got up. I brought you something.”

In her hands was a bottle of water and some toast with jam.

“It’s not very much but since it's today it has to be light.”

Kiyo nodded. “Well, it is breakfast in bed served by my beloved. I’d say that its enough~”

They took a drink first and then a few bites of their food. Himiko walked up for a hug when they’d finished eating.

“So, how do you want to spend the rest of the time before they take you in?”

“I’m not sure, there’s plenty to read or we could watch the television.”

“I’ll watch with you.” she said, pulling a seat up.

Kiyo flipped through the channels until something interesting came up and then put the remote on the bedside table. The couple held hands and tried to keep away the anxiety and worry for a few more hours.

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Hours later the Doctor came in, asking if they were ready. To which Kiyo nodded.

They looked over to Himiko and gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll see you again soon honey. Don’t worry about me too much.”

She kissed them and Kiyo reached up around her shoulders to return the kiss.

She waved them goodbye for now, adding before her wife left “I’ll try, but I can’t help but worry at least a little.”

She occupied herself more or less successfully. At least she hadn’t freaked herself out badly. They came back in one piece, still under, just a few hours later. Hours that dragged on yet felt like nothing at all when she knew they were going to be okay.

Her huge grin never left her. Kiyo woke up and looked up so happily tears just about formed.

As the two hugged close, Kiyo said their first words since before the surgery. “Told you I’d be back, This wasn’t so bad now was it?”

“I guess not. I’ll always be here no matter what else you’ll need” Himiko knew there may be a need for further surgery in the future, given what she knew about their medical history from before they met. “That’s what I signed up for after all.”

[thewritingginger]

15. “First one to make a noise loses.” - Satan x Reader

Thank you for the request anon , I hope this came out to your liking.

Warning: NSFW 

Enjoy ~

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You and Satan are in the back of the RAD library before class hours to do some studying for an upcoming test you have. 

Walking into an aisle for Devildom Government, running your finger tips along the spines looking for the reference book you need, you feel someone else behind you. Paying it no mind you continue your search till you feel hands begin to slid around your waist. About to turn around and slap who's touching you. you’re stopped by a familiar voice. “Don’t worry it’s just me.” 

Resting his head next to yours, you relax in his embrace. Leaning back a bit, content with the sweet contact a soft smile graces your lips. “Your being awfully sweet this morning, what's wrong?” you playfully inquire. Nuzzling your neck a bit he responds, “What, is it a crime for me to hold my girlfriend?” punctuating his question with a soft kiss on your shoulder, his hold on you tightens slightly.

Finding the book you needed you grab it off the shelf and about to start thumbing through it, you feel lips peppering your neck and hands start to rub your hips. “What are you doing?” You ask with a giggle. “What does it look like? I’m kissing you.” He says matter of factly between kisses. 

Tilting your head to the side a bit you hummer his actions by granting him more access to your neck. “Well I can see the but what brought this about?” You question. “Well you’ve expressed to me recently that you’ve want to spice things up a bit and I've just been thinking of a little game we could play together.” 

His teeth catches your ear a bit, palms beginning to explore your torso and legs. Your eyes fluttering closed a bit, a warm sensation begins to arise in your core, “W-what kinda game were you thinking of?” you mutter a bit dazed, your head lulling back against his chest.

Taking the book from your hands and placing in its rightful spot he answers your question with, “How about...” Leaning in a bit closer, his hot breathe against your ear warming you further he continues, “First one to make a noise loses.”Hands expressing the intentions behind his words, you stutter “W-what? Satan we ca-” Confused and taken aback by his actions you try to oppose his advance, but he cuts you off. “Why not? I think it’ll be fun and I know you do too. So why don't you be a good girl and close those little lips of yours, wouldn't want anyone seeing us, would you?” His words come out in low purr sending shivers down your spine. 

Nodding your head in response he releases a low hum into your neck. His left hand begins to cup your breast and the other starts a trail down your torso to  your skirt. Lifting the hem he traces the lace of your pasties. “These are quite naughty. You wear these under your skirts everyday?”He asks with a click of his tongue “mhm” Unable to respond with words you let out a soft hum in agreement. “Well, we can't have that now can we.”  He asks rhetorically. 

Pushing aside your panties his long fingers begin to draw circles over your clitoris. Holding your hand over your mouth to muffle the soft moan being pulled from you. Satan couldn't help himself, “Wow you really are a naughty girl y/n, being this turned on in the library. You should really be ashamed of yourself.” He whispers amused with how your body is reacting to his manipulations. “And to think we’ve only just begun.” Satan smiles nipping your lob. 

The coil within you starting to twist, your legs beginning to wobble. Satan’s grip on you hardens. With your heat dripping wet Satan’s long digits are able to penetrate with ease. You gasp in shock and pleasure as his skillful fingers start to curl within you, drawing out more hushed whimpers and sighs. “You like that don't you baby.” Asking you with a chortle, he bends you over.

Your hands now resting on the wall, Satan flips the back of your skirt up and pulls your panties down, allowing them to gather at your ankles. Taking his girth in his hand he lines up with your opening. Rubbing his tip in your folds feeling your slick coat his member, his patience is starting to dwindle. 

He slowly pushes his length into you, allowing you to adjust he revels in your warmth. “Fuck you’re squeezing me so tightly.” Feasting in the pleasure that is your body he begins long-powerful pumps, hands gripping your hips with a bruising strength.

Your moans becoming increasingly harder to muffle, Satan grabs a fist full of your locks, pulling your head back. His breath heavy in your ear, words continuing to assault your mind. “God, you feel so fucking good around my cock. You look so perfect bent over for me, trying so hard to hide your delicious moans of pleasure so others don't notice us.” 

With his cock pistoning deep within your core your brain feels clouded in euphoria. Getting caught is not longer your concern, all you know is the desire for your release. The hums coming from deep in your throat make Satan grin sadistically. 

“Oh how I love the way you purr for me Kitten. Wont you purr for me more? Wont you purr for your master?” His demanding words are accompanied with his free hand going between your open legs. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the way his girth is stretching you out and his fingers toying with your already abused clit your eyes begin to water from the immense pleasure that is coursing through entire being. Your knees beginning to buckle under you, feeling that cord about to snap and push you over the edge, Satan’s words begin to encourage your release. “You gonna cum Kitten? Huh? You wanna cum all over my big cock?” Nodding your head with want he persists “Then prove it, prove to me you want to cum. Cum for me Kitten.” Continuing his taunts his pace quickens to bring you over. 

A few more pumps and your whole body begins to shake. Riding out your orgasm his pumps slow to a halt. Pulling out his length, you slump to your knees. Catching your breath Satan takes a step closer to you, “Don't get too comfortable Kitten you’re not done.” On your knees looking up at Satans piercing gaze he guides your mouth around his member. 

Precum coating your tongue, as Satan pulls your hair into his hands he bobs your head up and down his shaft. Words of praise meet your ears, “That feels so good Kitten, Just like that.”

Glancing up you see Satan looking down at you with lidded eyes and his lip caught between his teeth. His breathing becoming shaky indicating his impending climax. Your hands tighten their grip on his hips as you increase your speed. 

With a couple more bobs of your head, thick hot ropes of cum shoot into your mouth. “Fuck, drink up all my cum like a good Kitty.” He grits through his teeth as he continues to slowly pump in your mouth to insure you get every last drop of his seed. 

Pulling out of your mouth with a small pop, you lean back and swallow. Looking straight into Satan’s eyes you stick out your tongue to show him that enjoyed every drop of his essence. 

With a deep sigh and a smirk on his lips Satan kneels down to help you up. Caressing your cheeks he gives you a loving kiss. Your eyes still glazed over with pleasure, your chest still heaving. “I told you you’d like my game.” He says with a playful smile. A tired laugh erupts from your throat as you just shake your head at him. Before turning to leave the aisle Satan bends down and picks up your soaked panties, “And I'll be taking these.” 

Placing them in his pocket you try to stop him, “W-wait Satan, how am I supposed to go all day with out my underwear?” You question a bit irritated but mostly embarrassed. “Go with out.” He frankly states. Stopping at the end of the aisle he looks over his shoulder to add,

“Should get used to it. I have many more games for us to play and I’d want you to be ready.”  

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IDEK what just happened, I just kept typing lol

I hope that you liked it and you want to see more you can request a prompt or idea if you want and I’ll do my best to deliver that to you. 

Till next time :3

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[pbandjesse]

Today was a nice day. I feel really content right now. I hope I can continue the trend of sleeping pretty good. I just hope I can wake up earlier tomorrow. Because were going to go see my parents and Im so excited. Now that we have negative test results it feels safer, especially since they havent left the house. Christmas is saved. 

I did have trouble motivating myself to get out of bed today. James was up and had already gone to get groceries before I was even a little awake. And as I was getting up he was getting ready to go to work. 

I had a busy day honestly. I got dressed and felt really good about myself. My hair looked great. I spent literally hours baking. Gotta have my christmas baked goods. I made a cake and some fruit bars. Felt really festive. Though trying to get the stupid cake out of the stupid decorative pan did not go well and James had to try to get it out later and it was slightly ugly but powdered sugar helped. Tastes good at least. 

While I was baking and simmering I was mostly listening to podcasts and just enjoying myself. It was a good day.

Once the cake went in the oven that would be almost 2 hours in there, so I put my boots on and walked to Walgreens. Just to get some air. Listen to some music. Pick up a couple things James wasnt able to get for me at the grocery store. Mostly a topcoat for my nails. I also got a gingerbread house making kit though and I hope we can make that together on Christmas Eve. I think that will be cute. Making memories. 

I came back home and took the cake out of the oven a few times to check it. The decorative pan made it really thick so I was concerned. But it seemed to be almost done. While it was finishing I ordered chipotle because they had free delivery. But man. Once it got to me it was the saddest chipotle Ive ever gotten. 

And I felt bad because it didnt even taste bad! It was just sad! I ordered a salad and didnt get any dressing, but I also didnt get any lettuce? There were like 6 pieces of sad lettuce. And so they put the normal amount of salad toppings on. So the bowl was half full. And they had raised the price of the chips and cheese and that was also half full! So I called customer service to be like. Hey what the heck. And the woman was so nice and refunded the whole thing, but then I got all worried that the driver wasnt going to get the tip I left her. But they said they wouldnt take that from her. And that made me feel better. 

I ate my sad chipotle and tried, and failed, to take the cake out of its pan. Then I spent a long while cutting out fabric in the studio and sewing. I got 9 bears and like 10 frogs ready to go. I cant finish anything until my new eyes get here but it was good progress. 

It was getting darker out. But it wasnt dark yet. I sat on the couch listening to a podcast and cutting the strings off the stuff I had sewn and flipping everything. But my back was hurting really bad. So once I was done with that I put them in a box to worry about later. And laid on the couch. 

Soon James was home. It was nice to have him here. We laid on the couch. He worked on some stuff. I worked on some stuff. HE made a pizza bagel. I ate cereal. It was just calm and nice. 

Around 7 we got on zoom for a surprise birthday call with his Uncle. It was really sweet. He has such a sweet family. And hearing about how much his Aunt loves his Uncle and how much his friends and siblings love him was the sweetest thing. 

Soon though we got off that call and James jumped on discord to do his trivia night with his friends and I went to the studio to stuff all the stuff I had sewn and do all the pinning I could until I ran out of pins. I am going to bring a bunch of the frogs with me in the car tomorrow. Maybe Ill get some sewing done. Im not holding myself to that but its a good enough goal. 

I got a shower and got ready for bed. And now I am here. Sweetp is here to. He looks so cute. I love my kitty. 

I am looking forward to tomorrow. Seeing my family and then playing santa, dropping off gifts with all our friends. So wish us safe travels. Wash your hands. Goodnight everyone!

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Shifting Intentions (baon)

Summary: Edge knows his brother very well and he doubts that Red came over for a coffee and a heart to heart.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Brotherly Bonding

Notes: The urge to write the Underfell brothers was overwhelming. Sometimes we get a little reminder that while Edge is a sweet, loving husband and friend, he also grew up in Underfell and some things are difficult to leave behind.

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The leaves were mostly fallen from the trees, torn down by the wind and leaving behind bare, creaking branches. They were layered atop the ground, crunching underfoot and scuffed up in rustling bunches beneath his boots as Edge moved around the chicken coop.

With the growing cold, it was time to check over the squat building to make sure it was winterized. No cracks to allow in a chilling breeze, no loose roofing to drip snowmelt down on their sleeping ladies.

And no gaps in the fencing to allow one small, sneaky chicken to escape in the night.

“There it is,” Edge murmured in satisfaction, fingering the small hole in the wires. Twice now Nugget had escaped and found her way into their house. The second time, Edge didn’t bother to wake Stretch. He carried their wayward hen back to the coop himself while she clucked unhappily at losing her place on their bed. That was last night and today Edge vowed to find her method of escape, as Stretch’s suggestion that she was learning to teleport was very low on the list of possibilities.

The gap in the wire was caused by two overlapping sections and wasn’t really visible from any angle. It was a surprise she’d even discovered it, but then, Nugget was surprisingly clever for a small chicken. And troublesome. And frankly charming, scuttling around Edge’s boots, clamoring for attention even as he sealed off her method of escape. She reminded him a little of a skeleton he knew, not that he’d name unnecessary names.

Edge mended the hole carefully, making sure to trim the wire ends closely, and he managed to not clip off the tip of his own finger when a loud voice came from above.

“playing a little handyman today, eh, boss? hope you nail it.”

It came from far over his head and likely meant Red was perched in the overhanging tree branch. Edge didn’t look up, only finished patching the hole. “Is this where I’m supposed to say screw you? I think I’ll pass, and I believe you were the one who taught me about the importance of home security.”

“ehhhhh.” But Edge knew he didn’t imagine the pleased note in that dismissive tone. “didn’t think you’d be applying it to a flock of unplucked dinosaurs.”

It took considerable poise not to flinch when his brother was soundlessly and abruptly at his elbow, crouching down to give Nugget a scratch. The gentleness of that petting was almost as disconcerting.

It was also suspicious, and Edge wondered with no little trepidation why his brother was even here, especially considered Sans’s visit the other day.

He sincerely doubted it was for same reason and still had a lingering regret for refusing Sans’s sidewise attempt at a heart to heart. It was honestly for the best. He couldn’t be the confidant Sans needed, not where his brother was concerned; Edge was the furthest thing from a neutral party. Stretch wasn’t much better, his opinions were colored as well simply by their marriage. He did hope Sans found someone he could speak to, even if it was his therapist. Stars knew Red had probably driven people he wasn’t sleeping with into counseling.

Red was not likely after a coffee and a chat, but so long as his brother was here—“Quit letting her into our house.”

Leaves rustled as Red moved somewhere next to him. He was on Edge’s wrong side, where the crack in his socket interfered with his vision. More than a minor annoyance; it agitated him to have anyone deliberately out of his line of sight and it was always better to assume everything Red did was with intention. “me? why would i do that?”

Hardly a denial. Edge continued with his repair, twisting the wires roughly. “The only reason I can come up with would be that you’re an ass, though I’m sure you believe it’s for some deeper meaning.”

Red scoffed, harsh and low in his throat. “don’t give a shit one way or another about chicken little here.”

Another crunch of leaves, vague footsteps along with ecstatic clucking and still outside Edge’s limited vision. Red was lingering in his blind spot while Edge refused to give in and move, only listening closely enough that the sharp fingertips scraping lightly over his skull weren’t a surprise. “but if i did do anything like that, might be to remind a certain shepherd to keep a better watch over his flock, little brother.”

There was a deeper meaning layered beneath that, a warning. It stung almost as much as the faint scratches left behind by his brother’s touch and Edge silently accepted both. His brother wasn’t wrong, Nugget’s escapades should have been investigated more closely from the beginning. If she’d been hurt or lost, perhaps even hit by a car, Stretch would have been devastated.

That knowledge did not make Red’s admonishment sting any less. He could feel the weight of his brother’s gaze, silently measuring Red’s current mood and weighing the correct path to take. Edge chose the route that allowed him to ask lightly, “How is Ozymandias?”

It was a distraction and his brother knew it, but he answered with a ready laugh, “he’s a shit. chewed off the heel on my favorite boots. he and sans ain’t gonna be best buds anytime soon, either, not with both of ‘em fighting over a little pettin’” Edge barely shuddered his disgust at that insinuation when Red added, slyly, ”if you’re worried about the kitty cat, you and stretch could come see him.”

That needling hit its target and it was enough for Edge to whip around and glare hotly at his grinning brother, “Don’t you dare offer him that. He’d do it to prove he could and be a mess all night for it.”

A sleepless night he did not need. Stretch was upstairs napping right now as it was. Curled up on their bed as he rarely did during the day, holding a strange new stuffed creature in his arms that was perhaps an octopus? The visible curling tentacles suggested something of that nature and Edge hadn’t the slightest idea where his husband even acquired it, only that Stretch seemed to have taken to it as an impromptu pillow. It was strangely enchanting, enough to be worth snapping a quick picture even considering the faint, worrisome shadows lingering beneath his sockets.

Checks still showed his HP as four, but Alphys stopped in about once a week to run a couple quick tests. She’d offer as much with nervous kindness, texted to Edge alone that perhaps it would be easier than forcing Stretch to come to the lab. She and her equipment both assured them that it was still rising, steadily if slowly. A few extra naps here and there would only help and Edge was happy to encourage them. And to not allow him to rise to the bait of any ridiculous challenges from his brother that would cause him to wake in the middle of the night from preventable nightmares.

To his astonishment, his brother’s grin softened. No more than a fraction, hardly visible to anyone who didn’t know him. Edge might not always understand his brother but he knew him, very well, and struggled to keep his shock hidden as Red admitted, “nah, bro, i wouldn’t do that to the honey bun.”

“See that you don’t or I won’t be the only sleepless one.” It was difficult to force the correct amount of cool sternness into his voice, but his brother would be expecting it. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“sure, why not?” Red said easily. That alone was somewhat surprising. His brother was perfectly content to raid his refrigerator at any hour of day or night, but rarely joined them for a meal.

It would either be a terrible mistake or just possibly a reasonably enjoyable meal. Red and Stretch usually got along very well…until they didn’t. Then they could squabble viciously, their insults chosen with deliberate care to draw the most blood. Worse, Edge couldn’t say that the two of them didn’t enjoy those nights just as much. His love had a disturbing cruel streak at rare times, much the same as Red, only Stretch would have regrets about it later and harsh self-recriminations.

What Edge knew without doubt was that he did not personally enjoy being in the middle of their brutal comedy routine. But the possibility of a perfectly nice (normal) meal with his brother and husband was too much to resist.

Edge gathered up his tools, shooing the chickens back into their newly repaired coop. “Come on, then, I need to get started.”

Red fell in at his heels, disturbingly familiar, as was his, “sure thing, boss.” Like falling through a thin crust of repression into bitterly icy memory. Red added on, relentlessly, “the honey bun is waking up, anyway.”

That statement was already an argument waiting to happen. Edge didn’t comment on it, though, let it go.

Because wasn’t there a dark, buried part of him that was grateful that his brother was watching out, pleased that his brother cared enough about Stretch to want him safe? In moments like these, Edge knew himself for the hypocrite he was, irritated with Blue’s incessant overprotectiveness while being comforted by the knowledge that if anything ever happened, his brother’s watchful eye would be over Stretch. Keeping him safe if Edge couldn’t.

It was better to simply not acknowledge that desire; he kept it back, lurking in the secret recesses of his soul where faint voices sometimes whispered slyly that the ring on Stretch’s finger was lovely, but he would be enchanting in a collar, marked with Edge’s colors and name, a bold declaration that none could mistake.

The words were strictly Underfell, whispers that Edge could never entirely banish, hidden ideas he never, ever wanted Stretch to glimpse. He never wanted to try to explain that he truly did understand that this world was different and the meaning behind it was not the same. It wasn’t about ownership, not the way Stretch knew it.

Anyone from Underfell would look at that collar and know that Edge was Stretch’s entirely, utterly devoted to his wellbeing and protection. A warning and a promise of dust to any who did not heed it, and not the illusion one that Red once wore for him.

But what those internal whispers refused to understand was that Edge didn’t need a collar for it to be true. His certainty of love was more than enough and it only took thinking of Stretch, of every treasured memory Edge possessed of his delight, and of his quiet, trembling voice promising to love and cherish to banish those voices back to the darkness where they belonged.

But not before they wondered with unholy glee exactly what his brother’s thoughts were on the subject, and did they concern Stretch or Sans.

Enough. Edge paused at the sliding glass door, taking a deep breath and shaking away those old, unsettling thoughts. When he pulled the door open, he held back, gesturing impatiently for Red to go in front of him.

For a brief moment they stood there, neither of them moving and his brother cast in shadow from the artificial light that spilled out from the doorway. Then Red stomped in ahead of him, the steel tips of his boots ringing against concrete and then kitchen tile. He hissing out as he passed, “there better be fucking chili dogs for dinner.”

The slight shakiness in Edge’s exhale was ignored, gone in his next breath as he followed his brother, closing and locking the door behind them.

-finis-

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The Love Dare, chapter 14

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Day 40

Love is a covenant.

The words rolled around Adrien’s mind as he took his time setting up candles for the evening. They agreed to meet here, on the Eiffel Tower, just like they used to do. It had been Marinette’s idea when she brought up how much she missed being Ladybug.

And Adrien had to admit he didn’t realize how much he missed being Chat Noir until he transformed and began running through the city.

He’d bring up the possibility of doing this again, of having this become their bonding time just like it used to be when they “patrolled” the city.

Just as he lit the last candle, Ladybug swung in. Chat straightened, standing tall in pride at his work of setting up candles and flowers everywhere on this little spot high above everywhere else.

She looked over the scene, her eyes wide as she took it in. “Oh, kitty,” Ladybug whined, her eyes soft as she crossed her hands over her chest. “You didn’t have to do this.”

His heart swelled. “For my lady, anything. Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful.”

His grin widened. “I’m glad.”

She set the bag filled with their dinner on the ground before walking up to him and throwing her arms over his shoulders. Instantly, he swooped her up, holding her tightly against his chest as he lifted her feet off the ground. They stayed like that for a while before Chat lowered her back to the ground.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his shoulder.

“For you, milady, the world.”

She squeezed him tightly one last time before slipping from his grasp. She took a breath, clearly composing herself before swiping at her eyes. “I’m going to start crying, and we haven’t even recited vows yet.”

Chat chuckled, though he felt the same way. They had come up here with a purpose, and that purpose was completing the day’s dare: write new vows to recite to your partner.

So they did. They each had spent the day rewriting vows to the other. Adrien remembered the first time he wrote vows, he spent days agonizing over it. Today, he only had a couple hours to complete it, which was nice in a sense because he knew it didn’t have to be pretty, they just had to be true and earnest.

Though, he wanted them to be pretty. They agreed they would get their vows framed together and use it to replace the picture they killed last week.

Oops.

With a steadying breath, Chat pulled out his copy of his vows from his pocket, just as Ladybug pulled out a copy of hers.

He went first, reciting the vows and promises he wrote down and fully intended to follow. Half way through, she was crying, and he wasn’t far behind. And then he finished with pulling a locket from his other pocket.

Her jaw fell to the ground.

“We may not have rings this time around,” he said. “But I want to give you this as a symbol that I love you and always want to be with you, no matter what challenges we face or other rough spots we hit. I want to fight for this marriage because I nearly made the stupid decision to give it up. And I’m sorry. I’m ready to go forward with this marriage stronger than our partnership ever was.”

Ladybug couldn’t even look him in the eye. She was in complete tears, hands over her mouth, as she stared at the necklace. A heart that he had engraved with “Love Dares.”

Carefully, he cracked it open so she could see two pictures. One of them on their wedding day, and one of them as superheroes snuggled together. He owed Alya big time for helping him with that. “May I put it on you?”

“Please.”

He walked up behind her and carefully draped the necklace around her neck. He clasped it, and she immediately reached up to hold the locket that sat right at her collarbone. “I love it,” she said. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” he said, hugging her from behind. She melted into him, tears still pouring down her face just as a couple slipped down his cheeks.

They stayed like that for a little while longer before Ladybug turned in his arms. “I still have vows to recite to you.”

He smiled, his heart warm. “Okay.”

Just as he suspected, she reduced him to tears with her vows and promises. “And,” she continued. “I knew we wouldn’t have rings this time, either. So I have a little something else to present you with. Something you could keep with you to remember that our time together is precious.”

She slipped over to the bag she’d brought and pulled out a little black box. His heart leapt. She got him something? She was busy all day but still managed to get him something?

With a smile, she opened the box, revealing a pocket watch.

He’d carry that thing with him the rest of his life.

Carefully, he picked it up from the box and looked it over, realizing that it had been engraved, too.

Time is Love

Through his tears, he sniggered. “It’s a pun.”

Her smile grew as a giggle slipped out. “I know.”

He opened it, and in the lid of the watch, there was a picture of them. One from their honeymoon that had been snapped as a candid but was so precious since Marinette was in a Ladybug dress and Adrien was decked in black with hints of green and silver.

“I love it,” he said, closing it and holding it against his chest. “I love it so much.”

“I’m glad.”

With that, he kissed her. Long and hard and fervently. Because this was his wife and the most precious treasure he could ever hope to find.

And he would spend the rest of his life proving that to her.

…

Five weeks later

Marinette and Adrien agreed that they needed continue kwami counseling. They each were messes and knew they still had a lot to work through. Plus, it was time together, spilling secrets the other may not have been privy too and strengthening their bond in the process.

However, it was halfway through this week’s counseling session that Marinette felt positively sick to her stomach.

“Marinette?”

Oh, was it her turn to talk? “I… sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

With a concerned expression, Adrien reached for her hands. “Are you feeling all right? You look really pale.”

Marinette nodded, but the second she shifted on the couch, her stomach roiled and she began adamantly shaking her head.

Next thing she knew, she was running toward the bathroom.

“Marinette!”

She barely lifted the lid to the toilet before her stomach emptied all its contents into it. Adrien was by her side soon enough, pulling her hair out of the way and rubbing her back soothingly.

Eventually, her stomach had nothing left to give up. Feeling exhausted and sweaty, she reached up to flush the toilet, making it disappear.

“Better?” Adrien asked, not stopping the soothing circles on her back.

She gave a nod, unable to answer.

“Do you want some water?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he said, standing up. “Do you want to stay here, or do you want me to help you to bed?”

She thought about moving, but that sounded very unappealing. “Stay here.”

“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before walking out of the bathroom toward the kitchen.

…

“Plagg,” Tikki said, looking off toward the bathroom where her charge had bolted off to.

“Yeah, Tikki?”

“Adrien agreed to go to the store today, right?”

Plagg looked at her suspiciously. “Why?”

“I need you to get something.”

…

When Adrien came back from the store, Marinette was feeling well enough to help put everything away.

“Thank you, bugaboo.”

“Of course, kitty.”

“I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, grabbing the bag full of bathroom supplies. “Me too.”

Adrien shot her a smile just as she headed toward the bathroom, but this time to put stuff away. She was halfway done when she pulled out an item she knew wasn’t on the list.

“Adrien?”

“Yeah?”

She appeared into the kitchen, holding up the little rectangular box. “Ummm… are you trying to tell me something?”

His brow furrowed as he stared at the item. “I didn’t get that.”

“I did,” Plagg piped up, looking at Adrien. “You’re so clueless; you didn’t even notice I slipped that in.”

Adrien’s eyes narrowed at his kwami. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“But… why?” Marinette asked, waving the box in the air in front of her.

“I asked Plagg to,” Tikki piped in. “I have my suspicions.”

Suddenly, both Marinette and Adrien showed a little more interest in the box.

“You… you think?” Marinette asked.

“When was the last time you or Adrien used contraceptive?”

Marinette’s eyes locked on Adrien’s. They were blushing bright red within seconds because the answer very well could be “not recently enough.”

Partly to hide out of sheer embarrassment, Marinette slipped back down the hall to the bathroom, where she shut the door and took the test.

Before she could find out what the test said, she walked out of the bathroom to finish helping Adrien put the rest of the things away, only to find him right outside the bathroom.

“Well?” he asked.

“I don’t know yet,” she said, siding up to him. “We have to wait.”

His expression fell and his gaze hit the ground. “Oh.”

There was a silence between them.

Slowly, Marinette reached out to slide her hand into his. “What do you want it to be?”

With a confused hum, Adrien looked back at her.

She took a breath. “Do you want it to be positive or negative?”

His brow furrowed. “What kind of question is that?”

Words got caught in her throat for a moment. “I… we just put us back together.”

“So?”

Again, words got caught in her throat, but this time they stayed there.

Adrien smiled. “Sweetheart,” he said, grabbing her other hand and squeezing tightly. “We may have just put us back together, but frankly, I don’t think we’re falling apart any time soon. Not when we both are willing to put in extra work to make sure we don’t end up where we had been. And…” he sighed. “I know we’ve talked about a family before we got married. You know I want one, particularly with you. The fact there could be a baby makes me positively ecstatic.”

She looked at him and his unabashed smile. And she couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You are such a dork.”

“Your dork,” he corrected. “And your husband, and possibly the father of your child.”

Something warmed in her at that. She’d always wanted to be a mother, and now, at the prospect of finally being one…

She glanced behind her at the bathroom.

“You think it’s done yet?” he asked.

“Possibly.”

“Then let’s go see.”

Together, hand in hand, they walked into the bathroom to look at the little pregnancy test on the counter.

And those two lines they saw caused immense joy in the Agreste household.

…

Ten Years Later

Had you asked a teenaged Marinette where she would be now in her life, she would have answered that she had the perfect life: married to Adrien and had three kids and a hamster while she worked as a fashion designer.

Well, she did work as a fashion designer, running her own company. She’d managed to rebrand Gabriel as MDC, which did wonders for increasing the popularity of the company. While yes, she did bear the Agreste name, and proudly, MDC made for some really fancy monograms.

Adrien found it hilarious.

The hamster was scrapped because there was a penchant for cats in the household.

Marinette had to put her foot down at three.

Number four was only because it was a kitten that Emma begged to nurse back to health and she couldn’t say no when her husband and her eldest ganged up on her.

There were three kids, though. There was Emma, her first and most responsible. Then Louis came along two years after that. Next, little Hugo was nearly four.

And then there was little anniversary accident that didn’t have a name yet. But, considering how severe her morning sickness, Marinette was searching for a girl’s name.

Lastly, yes, she was married to Adrien, but to say life had been easy was an outright lie. To think that one day they almost ended everything…

Marinette held her stomach while she looked toward the living room where her three other kids were playing with the cats. This almost wasn’t. Four of the most important people in her life, one she hadn’t even met yet, almost weren’t in existence.

Strong arms encircled her, protectively wrapping around her stomach and pulling her flush against a firm chest, one built from years of fencing, including—much to Marinette’s pride—on the Olympic team. Twice.

MDC may have been a very proud sponsor of one gold Olympic winner and two-time world champion.

“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours, bugaboo?” he whispered.

She sighed, snuggling deeper against him. “Have… have you ever looked at those three or thought of this one,” Marinette held his hand to her slightly bulged stomach, “and thought… that they almost didn’t exist.”

Adrien tensed at that. “Yeah, actually,” he said. “I have. Particularly when I look at Emma, knowing when she was conceived.”

Marinette blushed.

“But,” he continued, “I am so immensely grateful that Tikki and Plagg made us pull our stuff together before we did something we would regret. Heavily. Because yes, we each could have married again, had kids of our own, but knowing that… that you’re the one beside me, that you’re the mother of my children, that we are going through life and facing it together… I would have missed that. And that’s what I would have lived to regret.”

Marinette smiled as she looked toward the framed vows hanging on the wall in the living room of their larger house. They’d had to move when Hugo was born because their first house was too small for two kids. So instead of putting their vows hidden in a hallway, they put it front and center in a room where they could all see it as a reminder that their family was the most important thing in their lives. As their reminder to never give up.

Marinette reached up to grab her locket, one she wore regularly. Adrien hummed as he pulled his watch out of his pocket. Honestly, Marinette hadn’t expected him to wear it as often as he did, but Adrien never left the house without it.

“I love you,” he said, giving her a squeeze and replacing the watch. “You have no idea.”

She smirked. “Well, there are three kids in this house with another on the way. I think that should be some indication.”

Adrien chuckled. “And that right there is why I love you.”

Her smile turned sweet. “I love you, too, kitty. To the end of the world and back.”

He smiled, slipping his left hand over hers, their rings touching as he wove their fingers together. “To the end of the world and back.”

[friendlycybird]

Season 3 Reactions - Part 1

I’ve developed a strange association since I’ve begun listening to The Magnus Archives.  I don’t know how it started but somehow, my go-to food choice for listening is, for some reason, Cup of Noodles. Chicken Flavor, Typically.  I don’t understand how this happened, or why, but I strongly associate Cup of Noodle with TMA and I will never understand it, I’ll just go with it. So it is with a Styrofoam cup of cooking noodles set beside my computer that I begin this post.

I’m halfway through season 3, which I was told way back when I was halfway through season one would be the big Lore building season. I just didn’t anticipate how much.  I know so much more now then I did at the end of last season, and I’m fully aware I’ve only scratched the surface. So, as of right now, here’s what I think of the first half of season 3. 

81. Jon’s awareness of his personality flaws dating all the way back to childhood is, on one hand, good. On the other, I’m always wary when I hear a parental figure described as having “done their best” with a troublesome child...I’m never convinced that was a healthy upbringing. 

82. I have a lot of feelings about Martin’s unwavering faith in Jon. Well, unwavering may be a slightly strong word for it but I almost cried when he had that pleased reaction to being told people say he and Jon are close. 

83. I love Georgie. Also, I am of course, not surprised that it was a circus display, of all things, that went wrong in this statement. 

84. I am so happy that Martin’s reading statements now? I mean. I’m not happy for Martin since reading statements is obviously extremely draining and difficult but I love Martin so getting more of him is always good for me, however bad it may be for him. Also, Melanie stepping in to replace Sasha gives me some...mixed feelings. I really like Melanie and I’m glad to have her on board but this...this kinda makes it real, you know? I think this is when that last bit of hope I was still stupidly clinging to, even after Leitner stated point-blank that Sasha was dead, finally died as well. Sasha’s well and truly gone and has been since season one.  It’s Melanie’s turn. 

85. I’ve heard this rhyme before. Taking it to its logical conclusion like this was deeply unsettling. 

86. This episode was a reminder exactly why I didn’t use to listen to TMA at night. I’ve become a lot more flexible on the subject, and yes, I regret it. I fully intended to sleep with the lights on after I listened to this episode. My partner needed it off so she could get to sleep though so I gave in and settled for just not being alone. 

87. I’ve listened to... thirteen episodes after this one. Thirteen. When I listened to this episode, Gertrude’s closing comments were...largely nonsensical to me. All I knew was that something was that she’d been injured somehow, and that this statement suggested an unexpected alliance between avatars and a rushed timeline for The Unknowing. Already a lot of information.  I just went back and read the transcript of her closing statement and...there’s so much here. The connection between Gertrude and Jude Perry was one I picked up on a couple episodes later.  Looking at this now, it seems like a pretty clear who’s-who of the biggest players currently on the board. 

88. I love Martin and I genuinely feel so bad for him with all this.  Recording statements is hard and change is harder and everyone expecting him to know things. 

89. It’s not often anymore I hear a piece of media and have a bone-deep jealousy of the performer. Jude Perry is a character I want to play.  Her dialogue, her *statement*, her power, her...god. She’s just. She might be my favorite antagonist. 

90. Poor Tim. He tried to leave, he actually tried to just pack up and go, and it almost killed him. He hates this place with everything in him and hates himself for working there but he’s not ready to die just to stop. 

91. I can not tell you how taken aback I was by the fact that the first line we hear from Mike Crew is “You’re sure I can’t get you a cup of tea?” The fact that it seems all he really wants is to be left alone with his powers makes him...I can’t properly say sympathetic. Not after episode 75 but close enough that I’m a little sad Daisy killed him.

92. I was...genuinely prepared to come out of this hating Elias. God knows everyone who was in that room did. I don’t though.  Elias comes off to me as nothing so much as the tutor who’s finished his masters thesis on a subject and is sitting down with a first-year undergrad in that subject and trying to explain that yes, I absoloutly could tell you exactly how all of this works but if you don’t learn it for yourself you’ll never pass your tests.  Except, with the stakes turned up to 11. I think about Elias a lot. I don’t...I’m not as attached to him as I am to the others, to everyone else who was in that room...but I like him. He’s...interesting. 

93. Admiral is a good kitty, comforting Jon like that at the beginning. But the exchange toward the end I will never be over is “I don’t want to talk about it.” “Tough.” “Look, I’m moving out anyway, so just...just forget it. I’m out of your life. Alright?” “No.”  - Just. Georgie’s absolute refusal to take Jon’s shit and insistence on actually properly *helping* him - I love her. 

94. I remember we’ve seen this philosophy before, the idea that “The moment that you die will feel exactly the same as this one.” the idea that the present and the future are not distinct from one another. I can’t remember what episode it came up in before but also the thought that - accepting that? Accepting the...smallness? Of the universe? Of the human experience? Would just kill you where you stand or, if you survive it, stop you from ever feeling fear again? That’s...a powerful statement really. And one I’m not sure I agree with? It’ll take some time to unpack the philosophy here. 

95. Poor Martin. I say that a lot but no really, poor Martin. He’s trying so hard and it’s all just too much. For him to give up on professionalism is just sad. His exchange with Basira at the end is another look into the philosophy it seems the show is building. What do you do in the face of helplessness?  “You make the best of things.” Basira says. Of course, as interested as I am in the overall message of TMA (beyond always carry a fucking flashlight, which was the lesson I took from season 1 and now there’s one clipped to my purse) I’m even more overwhelmed by the fact that the idea of escaping himself never occurred to Martin. 

96. Feels good to get some answers about Breekon and Hope finally. Proper ties to the circus it seems, although the questions from episode 93 all still stand.  TMA is really good at it, at giving you an answer, and it’s definitely an answer you know something you didn’t - and yet, none of your actual questions have been answered. 

97. As if it wasn’t enough that the statement hit a little closer to home than the typical TMA episode as I live in Oregon, so less then 500 miles from whatever the fuck that pit was. Of course, when the statement occurred I was safely down in California but all the same, unnerving.  As if THAT WASN’T ENOUGH. Fucking. Orsinov fucked me up, guys. I was *shaking*.  I don’t know what it is but she is, as a character, well beyond terrifying. I. I don’t have words for how much she scares me. I don’t even know why. I just. Everything about her is just. Fuck. 

98. I quite enjoyed Tim pointing out the problem with the “They can never know I have to project them” bullshit that Jon is prone to. That said, I find it ironic that Tim can, in the space of a page, go from calling the Institute, and by extension the Eye, evil, to saying “ignorance isn’t going to save anyone.” - because that’s what The Eye seems to be. Just knowledge. Observing, Learning, Knowing.  It’s not...at least...I don’t know that it’s as evil as Tim thinks it is.  Ruthless, detached, inhuman, yes. Evil? I’m not at all sure of that. 

99. Another American Statement, this time about The Dust Bowl. We also get names of several more...powers. The Spiral, The Buried, The Hunt. But more then that. We find out that Michael use to be Gertrude’s Assistant!  Which. Is he like Mike? Did something change him? He always felt...older...than that? It would explain why he seems to have so much curiosity toward the archive and the archivist though...

100. and finally, an anthology of sorts, of what happens when people who don’t have The Archivist’s ability try to take statements live. Two things stand out to me about this.  The first? Martin, you absoloute sweetheart why are you trying to pay the woman? She gave you fuckall and might not even have been telling the truth.  And also... “Elias can be quite... ‘protective’ of his people.”  Like. !!!!!!! I mean.  After reading that statement, that whole speech for Jon before everyone got there back in episode 92... after all that and people like Peter Lukas still see Elias as ‘protective’  ...I..you know I think it might be true? His total lack of anger when Melanie tried to poison him and just the fact that he’s trying so hard to prepare Jon? I don’t know. It’s funny, I’m always inclined to think the best of people. With Elias though, I’m not so quick to think there might be anything genuinely good to him, but, I definitely can’t see him as evil either. 

[dc-plus-marvel]

hi!! i love your blog❤️❤️ do you think you can do a cute stony fic??

hi! thank you so much! i love a good stony fic so yeah, definitely! This one’s pretty long, but it was so awesome to write. I might make some edits and put it on ao3, if i do, i’ll add a link to it.

anyway, here it is:

Useless Robot

Stony (with a bit of Superfamily). 

Tony has feelings, Peter helps out, and Steve wants to know what his gift is.

“Tony!” Tony grabbed Gep and shoved it under the table. He turned around and grabbed whatever chemical was sitting on the table and poured it into the beaker next to him. “Uh… just! Just a sec, Steve!” Tony called out. He stirred he contents of the beaker for a few seconds before pouring it into a test tube held by a utility clamp sitting on the other side of the desk. “And just… heat that to speed this reaction up so it looks like I’ve been working, and…” the chemical bubbled, and promptly blew up. “Tony!” Steve yelled, rushing into the lab. He stopped when he saw Tony, dirt streaking down his face, a few scratches on his hands, and messy hair, standing behind his table. After a second of intense staring, the chemical that ended up on the floor burst into high flames behind Tony. “That’s, uh, that’s supposed to happen…” Tony trailed off. Steve rushed over to the wall with the fire extinguisher and gave it to Tony. “Thanks.” Tony quickly said. Steve glared at him for a few seconds and then responded. “What are you hiding?” Tony acted surprised. “I’m sorry?”

“Tony,” Steve repeated, glaring more intensely, “what are you hiding from me?” “Why would I hide something?” Tony quickly defended himself, voice slightly higher than before. Steve smirked and walked to the door. “Okay, Tones. I see how you wanna play.” Steve said as he closed the door, leaving Tony in the messy lab. Tony reached down under the table and got the small, glowing box out. The tiny robot, whom Tony named Gep, buzzed and whirred a little bit before opening its lid to expose a hollow inside filled with dirt. “Listen, when Steve is in here, you can’t make a noise. Got it? I don’t want him finding you before I’m ready to show him,” Tony said softly, gently setting down the bot. It buzzed and beeped for a couple of seconds while spinning in a circle before calming down. Tony smiled at it and grabbed a small seed packet from one of his drawers, ripped it open, and poured the seeds into his hand. He rummaged through the seeds before picking out three of them. He walked over to a microscope and set the tiny seeds down on a slide. Tony pulled out his phone and called Bruce, practically begging him to come up to the lab. Within minutes, Bruce burst through the door, sweating like crazy.

“Okay, I’m here, what do you need done so quickly? What’s the emergency?” He panted, bending over to catch his breath. Tony quickly realized he had not specified that it was not an emergency. “Well, it’s not an emergency. Can you determine what generation these seeds are, and what color they’ll be when they grow and flower?” Bruce groaned and rolled his eyes. “Is this for that stupid gift you’re making Steve?” He asked, exasperated and still catching his breath. “Yeah… Wait, how did you… I haven’t told anybody!” Tony’s expression was worried. Had his secret plan gotten out? Did Peter run his mouth? “Tony, buddy, it’s no secret. And no, to address your fear, it was not Peter. It’s just… obvious.” Tony was relieved he wouldn’t have to reprimand Peter, but he was still confused as to how Bruce found out. Bruce, though smart, was not the best at picking up on social cues, so if he could figure it out, could the rest of the team? “Okay, Tony, you never pause this long, so let me explain. You have… whatever voice… announce Steve’s entrance into the lab. Very loudly. That’s one hint you’re doing something you don’t want him to see.” Bruce walked to the microscope, and adjusted the settings. “You two are obviously… not just friends, because, tell me, who would actually believe that you are just taking a ‘guy’s day’ on February fourteenth?” Bruce continued, looking at the seeds and still adjusting the slide. “Another thing, do you seriously think no one would find you bringing a bag of dirt- an actual bag of dirt- into your lab suspicious? You keep this place so clean, that’s just downright asking to be caught. Also, what are these? They’re interesting seeds, I haven-” Bruce was cut off. Tony looked displeased with Bruce’s ramblings, and Bruce did not seemingly care. “You asked, buddy. Also, Rhodey told me.” He finally stated. Tony sighed. Bruce grabbed a sheet of paper and drew out a small diagram, and brought Tony’s very short attention span to the markings. “These are the weirdest seeds I’ve ever seen. Because of this piece and this piece, I think I was able to get the colors right, but I’m not one hundred percent sure, so-” Tony cut him off. “Colors, Banner.” “Right, you got red, white, and blue here. Good pick, lovebird.” Bruce said as he walked to the exit. “Oh, hey, how’d your date with Thor go on Thursday?” Tony called out to him, smiling. “Yeah, yeah.” He walked out the door, letting it close behind him before walking away. Tony smirked before grabbing the seeds off the slide and running back to Gep. “Okay, Gep, I’m gonna plant these babies. You don’t open again until they’ve flowered, got it?” Tony gently placed the seeds in the soil. “And let me know when you need water. You already supply enough light, I made sure of that. Three short beeps for water, okay?” Tony calmly addressed the robot, and once he was done planting the seeds, he picked it up and carried it to a shelf in the back corner of the room. Tony wanted to give Gep to Steve as soon as he could, but he just needed a couple of days. The genetically modified seeds would only take two days to grow, and they would flower on the third. They barely needed any space, and they needed less water than most plants. Tony pushed Gep back as far as he could, then went to his table to clean up the soil and ash.

As he walked out of the lab, he went down into the common room, where Clint and Natasha were sitting on the counter eating. “Hey, hey, what did we say about butts on the table?” Tony said, half-joking. “Yours is gonna be kicked if you talk about this one more time.” Natasha retorted. “Yup, that’s fair.” Tony quickly said, walking past the two and into Peter’s room. “Pete?” He yelled, noticing that the shower was on in the bathroom. “Just a sec!” Peter called out. The shower shut off within a minute, and a soaked Peter Parker poked his head around the door, towel pulled up under his arms. “Yeah?” He asked. “Take your time, I need some help with something.” Tony said, and he walked out of the room. Tony walked to the sofa, just a few feet from the table Clint and Natasha sat on, and he sat down. Bucky walked in and sat down next to him. “So.” Bucky said. “What, Bucky?” Tony said, somewhat rudely. “What’s the gift?” Bucky asked, feigning interest. “You’re supposed to be unnoticeable?” Tony asked, chuckling. “In battle, not social situations,” Bucky said, brushing his hair to the side. “Is Steve really that desperate to know?” Tony asked Bucky, who had already stood up. “Yeah. I’m blunt, he should have known not to ask me.” Bucky said back, walking away. “Okay, nice talk, thanks…” Tony yelled after him. He sat in silence for a couple of seconds. “Wow, you guys have great conversations.” Natasha joked. “You jealous of him, Stark?” Clint added. Tony fake-laughed and then quickly came up with a response. “Okay, both of you, go back to painting each other’s nails now.” Clint held his hands up, showing off alternating matte black and sparkly purple nails. “Already done, Stark!” Natasha laughed. Tony rolled his eyes, and Peter walked into the room wearing his Hello-Kitty pajama pants and a dry-fit shirt. “Nice nails, Mr. Barton, I like the purple!” He said, before turning his attention to Tony. “What do you need, Mr. Stark?” He asked. Tony stayed silent for a second, and then started to form a response. “Let’s talk in private, kid.” Tony ushered him away from the sofa and into his room. “Mr. Stark, is it an emergency?” Peter asked, intrigued. Tony shook his head. “Why am I asking you this? Okay, I need you to keep Steve out of the lab at all costs.” Tony put his hand over his face, feeling sort of ashamed about his request. “That’s it? I can do that.” Peter said confidently, but he was quite surprised at the easiness of the task. “Thanks, Peter. I’m… I don’t like emotions, and Steve trying to figure out what the gift is just makes things stressful.” Tony let out his feelings for a split second, then closed up again. Peter smiled; Tony trusted him enough to open up. “Okay, Mr. Stark, that all makes sense. But also, I have two questions: one, why are you giving him a gift? There’s no holiday, and it’s not his birthday. And two, why don’t you just tell him that he’s stressing you out? He’s a gentle giant, Mr. Stark, and he obviously will do anything to make you happy.” Tony took this information in. Why was he making a gift? Why doesn’t he just tell Steve? “You know what, kid, those are good questions,” Tony said. Peter lit up at that. Tony walked out of the room. “You’re on duty tomorrow in the A.M.” He called out. “You got it, Mr. Stark.”

Gep beeped three times. “Okay, little guy, I’ll get you some.” Tony abandoned the project he’d been working on, an improvement on his suit, and rushed over to the sink with Gep in his hands. He refilled the water compartment, closed it up, and Gep beeped happily. Tony set Gep down on the counter and watched it roll around for a bit. “Hey, Gep, how are the flowers doing?” He asked, checking the security camera angled at the door. Peter sat by the door, messing with some legos. Gep changed it’s glowing color and a small hologram came up from the top. It showed little sprouts coming up out of the soil, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. “Good work, Gep. I think this just might work.” Tony said. A light flashed above him, and Tony rushed to put Gep up on its shelf. “Steve is approaching the lab, Sir,” the announcement blared. “Okay, great, thanks, could you turn off that system?” Tony heard silence, then a bang on the wall. Tony glanced up at the security camera footage, and saw Peter on the ceiling, with Steve close behind him. Peter had Steve’s shield on his torso and was crawling as fast as he could away, while Steve, laughing, ran after him. Tony smiled at the footage, seeing two of his favorite people get along. Tony almost got lost in the video, but Gep brought him back to the lab by humming happily. “Gep, can you sing the song I programmed?” Tony asked the robot. Gep beeped once and the glowing light dimmed. The light came on slowly as Gep hummed the tune to “Star Spangled Banner”, finishing with a red, white and blue glow. Tony nearly giggled as he applauded Gep, who ran in circles happily. Tony smiled to himself and grabbed Gep with one hand, carefully. He reached up and put Gep back on its shelf, covering it with a small cloth. He went back to work on his suit just as Peter burst into the lab, sweating, on the ceiling. “I thought that would go better, but he’s so tall! Mr. Stark, I did it, though! He was headed for the door, full gear, and I just grabbed the shield right off his back! And then I yelled ‘Gotcha’ and jumped on the ceiling, because why not, right? And… Mr. Stark?” Peter jumped down to the ground, concerned. Tony was standing at his desk, smiling, with tears in his eyes. He looked at Peter and smiled even wider. “You did so good, kid. I don’t know why I’m so emotional right now, but I’m proud of you. Thank you.” Tony wiped his cheeks as Peter walked to him. Peter pulled Tony into a warm hug, and Tony pulled him close. Steve walked through the door, not even out of breath or sweating, and smiled at the sight of Tony showing emotion. He walked over towards Tony and Peter and gently put his arms around the both of them. As the three broke apart, Peter looked at Tony, then at Steve, and hopped up to the ceiling to get out of the room. “What did I say about that?” Tony warned. Peter hopped down to the floor, face red. “No ceiling crawling unless absolutely necessary so I don’t scare the shit out of you.” Peter said, sadly. Steve chuckled as Peter walked out of the room. “He’s fast!” Steve exclaimed. “Put up a good fight?” Tony asked, proudly. “Put up a good front,” Steve responded quickly, “I know I’ve been kind of annoying lately trying to find out what you’re making me, and I’m sorry. But also, what is it?” Tony sighed and rolled his eyes before hugging Steve. He put his head against Steve’s chest and just stood there. “We’re at the point in our relationship where smushy Stark comes out. I’m emotional, I’m clingy, and worst of all: I’m a sucker for the romantic.” Steve laughed, and Tony could feel his chest move, lungs full, then not. “Tony, I love romantic stuff. I love it when people are clingy, and I’m pretty okay with emotions. Just… trust me, okay? Smushy Stark will feel right at home with me.” Steve pushed Tony off his chest only to gently hold his shoulders and look him in the eyes. Tony loved it when Steve did that; it was the perfect opportunity for a kiss. He leaned in, but was interrupted by Bruce walking into the lab. Tony and Steve were practically frozen in place, while Bruce moved about. “Sorry, ‘scuse me, need this, okay, bye…” He left the room, and Steve planted a quick kiss on Tony’s forehead. Tony looked betrayed. “Wha-?” Steve cut him off. “You get the kiss when I get my gift!” Steve said, walking to the door. Tony looked back and forth between Steve and Gep, unsure of what to do. “Wait, Steve!”

Tony grabbed Gep off of its shelf and pressed a small button on the bottom before setting it down. The button turned off all communications except for water, and made it into a practically useless box. “Here,” Tony said, “Your gift is this.” Tony glanced at Steve and hoped he bought it. “Tony…” Steve whispered, staring at the box, “I love it.” “What?” Tony was surprised. Why on earth would Steve love it? It’s a box, a useless box, as of right now. “Why?” Tony asked. “Well, you made it! And it’s a gift, Tony, why wouldn’t I love it?” Steve smiled at Tony, grabbing Gep off the table and examining it. “It has to stay on this side, Cap,” Tony said quietly, turning Gep right side up, “And it’s absolutely useless. Why would you want something useless?” Steve looked up at Tony and narrowed his eyes. He thought about his answer for a second. “Because none of your robots are useless, Tony, this one is no different. I just haven’t found it’s purpose yet. And, since you’re calling it useless, you haven’t, either.” Tony just stared at Steve, and at the profound statement he just said. Steve understood each and every invention had a purpose, no matter how big or small, and he also understood that sometimes, Tony didn’t even know what he was doing. His brain just moved, and he did what it said. The purpose often revealed itself later. Steve pulled Tony into a hug, and then walked out, Gep in hand. “If it beeps three times, bring it to me immediately!” Tony called out to Steve, who agreed and continued on. Tony sat down in a chair, which was a rare occasion for him, and slipped into deep thought. His mind was racing, thoughts of how to improve his suit and how to make Steve happy collided, and his brain just kept going. Tony was starting to get a headache. He grabbed a bottle of Advil and took two, and then just laid his head down on the table nearest to him. He wasn’t going to sleep, he barely did that anyway. Tony told himself over and over that he wasn’t going to fall asleep, but he did anyway.

He woke with a start in his own bed. He looked up at the clock, which read 4:00 A.M, and then looked around. Tony was certain he fell asleep in his lab. As he moved his hands to pull the sheets off himself, he found a small note on the bed. Tony, it read, Found you in the lab, fast asleep. The box beeped three times, I tried to wake you, but you’re a heavy sleeper. I took it to Dr. Banner, he said he’d fix it. He gave it back a few minutes later. You looked so uncomfortable, so I moved you in here. Hope that helped. Two more advil next to you, take them when you wake up. PS: You cuddle when you sleep. Love, Steve. Tony giggled a bit, smiling at the thought of Steve carrying him bridal style to his bed. He grabbed the two pills and took them to calm down the pain at the back of his neck. As he stood up, he noticed that Steve had neatly set his shoes down on the floor before setting him into his bed. Tony slipped them on and walked out of his room. He went through a hallway and to Steve’s door. He stopped before entering and peeked through the crack in the door. Steve sat at his desk, holding Gep very gently. He was examining every part of it, while still keeping it upright. Steve noticed the small hologram projector on the back, and took a note of it on a sheet of paper. Tony knocked, and entered the room. Steve looked at Tony and then back at Gep. “There’s so many details, but I don’t know what they mean. There’s hinges, this projector, more hinges, a slot on the side, and a slight glow from inside.” Tony knew Steve could have easily torn the box open, but Steve knew Tony’s inventions were precious and meaningful. Tony grinned at Steve. “Dinner, tonight at 8:00?” “Where?” Steve asked. “How about right here?” Tony replied. “Works for me, tin can.” Steve joked. “I’m going to go to the gym around five, I’ll be there until eight, then I’m going for lunch. After that, I’m spending the day with Sam and Bucky. I’ll be here for dinner at eight.” He explained to Tony. “I’ll be in my lab or in the kitchen at any given point today.” Tony said back, and Steve smiled. “Predictable man…” Steve said warmly. Tony snorted and walked out of the room, excited for dinner.

Peter ran to the kitchen, where Tony was calmly cooking. “Mr. Rogers has the… The box, Gep! He, uh, he’s with Sam right now, and… I, uh, I’m…” Peter looked at Tony, who showed no change in emotion. “Yeah, I gave it to him. Thanks, kid.” Tony responded bluntly. “I ran… from Captain America yesterday… with his shield… and you give the box to him?” Peter asked, aghast. Tony frowned and motioned for Peter to come closer. Tony leaned in. “Yes. Now, do you know how to make pie?” Peter laughed, astonished at Tony’s change of personality from the day before. “Yeah, I can make pie. What flavor?” Peter asked. “Apple pie, please and thanks.” Peter got to work immediately while Tony finished up the pasta he was working on. He moved onto the tomato sauce, and then onto green beans. Tony hated them, but Steve was a fan. Peter and Tony spent a couple of hours in the kitchen before finishing up, and they were exhausted by the end. All the food was prepared for dinner, and all Tony had left to do was set it up. It was 6:00, and Tony knew he would only need an hour to set up. He pulled Peter to the sofa and they sat down and turned on the news. Just mild occurrences in the city showed up, and Peter promptly fell asleep with his head on Tony’s shoulder. Tony put his arm around Peter and slowly drifted off, headache subsiding. He woke with five minutes to 7:00, and slid his arm out from behind Peter. Peter, always extra sensitive due to his ‘spidey senses’, woke up immediately. Peter pulled out his phone and checked the time, then jumped up. “I’ll get the table!” He said, jumping onto the wall and crawling away. “Hey, Pete, what did I-” Tony started, but Peter interrupted. “This is a wall, not a ceiling! And, I’m helping you, Mr. Stark.” Peter yelled back. Tony sighed and walked to Steve’s room, clearing some space and pulling out two candles from the closet. “He’s from, what, the eighteen hundreds? Who has multiple candles in their closet?” Tony said, rather sassily. Peter walked in on the ceiling, carrying the table a foot off of the ground. “It’s easier like this, trust me,” Peter explained, to the already agitated Tony. “This is a warning,” Tony said, tone serious. They set up the table, two chairs, the candles, and got the plates and silverware out. Tony and Peter carried all the food to the table, including the pie, and Tony sat down. “Peter,” Tony pulled his lips tight, “Thank you. It means a lot that you helped set this up.” Peter smiled at Tony, and pushed his hair straight back out of his eyes. “Of course, Mr. Stark. I mean, you’re practically my dad, so… No, that’s weird, sorry, I… I’m happy to help.” Peter went to get out of the room, but before he could, Tony added on. “No, no, not weird. I care about you, kid. You’re practically my son. I mean, we have Thor convinced, so… thanks.” Tony finished. Peter smiled and walked out, passing Steve on his way in. “Pete,” Steve nodded. Steve walked in, carrying Gep, and sat down at his seat. “Tony, this is… impressive.” Steve whispered. “It’s for an impressive man, Steve…” Tony started. “Aw, Tones,” Steve said, expecting a cute response. “Me.” Tony finished his sentence. Steve rolled his eyes and sighed at his egotistical boyfriend. “So, why are we having dinner here?” Steve asked Tony inquisitively. For a second, Tony didn’t have a response. He just looked at Steve’s sparkling eyes. “Oh, right, because you need to meet Gep.” Steve was taken aback. “Who?” Tony realized he hadn’t told Steve anything about the bot. “Yeah, lemme see the box? Just for a second.” Steve carefully handed it over, and Tony pressed the button on the bottom. He set the bot down on the floor, and Gep came to life. “Hey, Gep, buddy! Has Steve treated you well?” The bot beeped and whirled around, making happy noises. Steve’s faces was engulfed in wonder. His eyes reminded Tony of a baby’s eyes, taking in everything, full of wonder and amazement. Steve saw the joy in the world and in Tony’s bots. Gep ran to Tony’s foot and bumped it. “Yeah, I think it’s time. Go ahead, bud! Sing your song!” Tony prodded the robot. It went up to Steve feet and the glowing light faded out. a soft red, white, and blue showed up, growing brighter as the Star Spangled Banner progressed. The soft whistle grew louder near the end of the song, and then at the end, the top opened up to reveal three small flowers, arranged in the shape of a heart. Red, white, blue, and tiny, the flowers looked so beautiful inside the box. Steve’s eyes filled with tears as Gep rolled around on the floor, happily humming. Tony applauded the tiny robot and Steve joined in. As they ate, Steve looked at Tony and blushed. “What?” Tony asked. “I think that it was logical Stark that called Gep useless.” Steve said, taking a bite. After he finished chewing, he continued. “Smushy Stark made this box, and Logical Stark was wrong. Gep is the most useful bot you’ve made me. It’s gonna remind me how much you love me every day.” Steve shoved some more pasta into his mouth, and Tony just sat, looking at him, speechless. “Yeah, I guess it’s not really a useless robot after all.” He smiled and started to eat.

a/n: why is Gep named that way? say it backwards.

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Teenage Rebellion -Adrinette April Day 2-5

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Summary- Marinette convinces Adrien to sneak out! Featuring a daring escape, Jagged Stone concert, André’s ice cream, game night, and cuddling!

Notes- knocking out 5 prompts in 1 because I’m late! Featuring prompts 2-5 rebellion, game night, best friends, and jagged stone! I decided to skip the commission prompt, at least for right now, which is why this was made :)

Side note! they know each others secret identities identity but Chat never officially said he had a crush on Ladybug. Therefore Marinette is fully aware of Adrien’s crush on her and is a huge flirt about it.

AO3

She had been trying to convince Adrien all day and if she kept using those faces he just knew he’d cave soon.

“I told you I can’t! I have a photoshoot and fencing practice Mari.” He said, avoiding her eyes.

“I barely got Jagged to give us these tickets last minute! And they’re backstage passes. Backstage Adrien. Picture it with me.” She pulled him in my his shoulders, looping her arm around him.

Adrien tried to suppress a chill and conserve his nerves. Her arm was around him. No big deal.

“Just you, me, the biggest rockstar in the world, and his huge pet alligator! Tell me its not worth your fathers wrath. You could even hide out at my place and spend the night! You wouldn’t have to deal with him until the next day.” She then turned to him, holding his shoulders and staring into his eyes.

“You have got to live a little Adrien. What’s the worst that could happen?”

And with that he caved.

“Fine what time is the concert.” He said, signing defeatedly.

“Yes!” Marinette pumped her first in the air and excitedly told him her plan.

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At exactly 3:01 pm the next day he heard tapping at his window.

“You’re late.” He said to the girl two stories down outside his window.

“By a minute, I think you’ll live. Now throw down your bag.”

“Nathalie will be coming to get me in 30 minutes. I need to be long gone.” He explained, throwing his tied lined of curtains down for her to hold still as he climbed.

“Be careful, we don’t have time to stop at a hospital due to a broken leg and I don’t need you getting rope burn or messing up that pretty face.” She teased.

“Oh shut up I’m trying to focus over here.” He struggled to get down without accidentally sliding.

“You’re taking too long! You’re more than halfway just jump I’ll catch you I promise.” She said, and when Adrien looked down she was tapping her watch.

“Are you insane? I don’t have a death wish Mari, just wait a second.”

It was at this moment she chose to start silently chanting jump.

“This is peer pressure you know!”

“Shut up and jump already.”

“No!”

“Jump!”

He jumped.

As he braced himself for the short fall he felt himself feel in soft, unsteady arms.

They both toppled to the ground laughing with the rush of adrenaline.

“You’d catch me huh.” He said once they calmed down.

They laid shoulder to shoulder in the grass heads turned to one another.

Before Marinette could come up with a witty reply they heard something that made them freeze.

“Adrien I heard noise whats going on in her-“

They turned up to see Nathalie’s head sticking out the window, a look of surprise in her eyes.

Adrien knew he was doomed. Still stood up and gave her pleading eyes with his hands formed in a prayer form.

“I didn’t see this. As far as I know you said you weren’t feeling good and I had to cancel your appointments. Understood?”

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Adrien said, beaming brighter than the sun.

“Does this mean we can go through the front gate?” Marinette asked sheepishly.

“What was your plan if you couldn’t?” Nathalie asked with a disappointed look.

“Sneak through unnoticed?” Marinette offered.

“Mari! You said you had a plan.” Adrien said turning to her with his arms crossed.

“I never said it was a good one.” She said shrugging.

Nathalie nodded and they went on their way.

Outside of the gate was Marinette’s bike and two helmets.

“Where am I supposed to get on?” Adrien asked, confused.

Then he saw Marinette eye the handlebars.

“No no no! Absolutely not!” He protested.

“Do you wanna see Jagged or not?”

Adrien rode on the handlebars.

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“Marinette would you slow down! I don’t wanna fall off!”

“Watch your sharp turns!”

“Sidewalk! Sidewalk! Sidewalk!”

“Adrien, lean left I can’t see!”

“If I lean we’re gonna fall Mari!”

“Have a little faith in me!”

“Dear god help us.”

“Would you calm down drama queen!”

“Hey!”

They rode with his small suitcase on wheels dragging behind them, tied with a single rope Marinette had brought.

By the time they got to Marinette’s house Adrien had lost count of the near death experiences he had on that bike.

“Never again Marinette.” He huffed as he got off the bike with shaking legs.

“Bonding experience!” She said with a smirk.

She pulled him into the bakery. He said a quick hi to her parents before he was yanked over to the trapdoor.

“Hurry and put your stuff in my room. If we start running late we won’t have time to walk which would mean another fun bike ride Sunshine.”

“Marinette I would really like to see Jagged Stone in one piece if thats not to much to ask.” He huffed, climbing the trapdoor, throwing his suitcase in, and coming back down.

“Are we going or what?”

“Get ready for the time of your life Agreste.” She said in a way that lit Adrien’s heart on fire.

Adrien could get used to that tone.

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By the time they left the concert Adrien wasn’t sure anything ever could top that day.

He and Marinette had spent the last 5 hours singing at the tops of their lungs front row at a Jagged Stone concert. They danced together and Adrien had never felt more alive.

Adrien bought them matching t-shirts (as a thank you to Marinette for getting the tickets, not because he thought they looked like a couple when they matched or anything.) When they went backstage to meet Jagged, he signed their shirts and gave them signed CDs and posters.

Needless to say they were on top of the world.

Marinette suggested they take the long way home because it was such a beautiful night, and who was Adrien to disagree?

Their luck led them to André and his magical ice cream.

“Oh I don’t know Adrien I don’t think i can finish an ice cream right now.” Marinette said, trying to pull them along.

“Then maybe we can share?” Adrien suggested nervously.

Marinette shrugged and Adrien took it as a yes. She decided to sit on a bench as Adrien went to get the ice cream.

“Hey André.” He greeted.

“Ah yes Adrien! I see you brought a girl! Would you like one to share with the lucky lady?” He asked while preparing his scoops.

“Yes please.” Adrien was curious what flavors he would get. He hoped it’d be something Marinette would like.

“Hmm... blackberry and peppermint. An explosive mix and thats a fact! But oftentimes it’s the opposites that attract." He said adding the flavors onto a cone. “What do you think?” He handed Adrien the ice cream.

“Perfect.” Adrien said, almost breathless. “Thank you so much André have a good night.” After paying him Adrien turned to Marinette.

She was sitting on a bench looking at some birds fight over bread. The sun was setting right behind her and it lit her up in the most beautiful way.

Adrien took out his phone to take a picture and just as he clicked it Marinette turned toward him. She had a soft look in her eyes that made the picture come out perfectly.

“Bring the ice cream over stalker.” She said with a giggle.

“Oh I thought you didn’t want it.” Adrien said teasingly as he took a large bite while the ice cream was still out of her grasps.

“Adriennnn.” She whined, and again Adrien caved.

“Oh fine.”

And they shared the ice cream walking home. And although both got sticky fingers and mouths from the melting mess, they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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“So what’s the plan now?” Adrien asked as they entered Marinette’s room. “I’ve never been to any sleepovers before so you’ll have to guide me.” He walked over to the chaise and sat down.

“Hold on I’m gonna grab some things.” She said rifling through the trunk at the foot of the lounge.

She ended up grabbing out a deck of Uno cards and Monopoly.

“The biggest tests of friendship known to mankind.” She brandished the boxes with a smirk. “So which one first?”

Marinette spent almost an hour trying to get a smooth game of Uno going but Adrien was pitiful. She almost felt bad for how hard he was getting beat. Almost.

After about 5 minutes of explaining Monopoly she gave up.

“You know what? Maybe this is for another time when we aren’t so tired from a day of excitement.” She said packing up the games. “Ultimate Mega Strike?”

“Oh I thought you’d never ask.” Adrien replied, bouncing up and down with anticipation.

“Wow I’ve never seen someone so excited to meet their doom.” Marinette smirked while turning on the TV and game.

“I could play circles around you any day, bug.”

“Then lets test it.” She challenged. “First to 10 wins picks the movie or show we watch after.”

“You’re so on.”

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Adrien lost. Adrien lost bad.

Turns out what Marinette wants, Marinette gets. And what she really wanted was to rub that smug smile off of Adrien’s face.

Now there he sat with his jaw dropped.

“No way I only won one.” He stared in shock at the losing screen.

“Aww its okay Adrien.” She said condescendingly. “Since its your first sleepover you can still pick. Its only right.”

“I’m going to choose because I want to not only because you said I can you know.” Adrien said with scowl on his face and his arms crossed.

“Right.” Marinette let out a small fond laugh. “Im going to grab some blankets and change into my pjs downstairs. You change in here and I’ll knock before I come back. Cool?”

“Mari can we build a fort?” Adrien asked with childlike innocence just radiating off of him.

“Of course we can kitty.”

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They stayed up until the early morning hours that night, building forts, watching anime, and talking.

Adrien took dozens of pictures to remember the moments because he swears its the most magical think he has ever experienced.

The next morning, Adrien awoke with a sleeping Marinette across from him. Her hair was sticking out in odd places. He could see her rise and fall with each breathe. He could hear her soft snores.

As he admired her, she opened her eyes and looked into his. He blushed, embarrassed for being caught staring.

Then in a whisper she said, “Are you a cuddler?”

Adrien nodded with wide eyes and a red face.

She then proceeded to move closer and lay her head on her chest. Adrien instinctively put his arms around her.

“Can we stay here a while longer?” She asked in the same whispered voice.

“Please.” Adrien whispered back.

If teenage rebellion always felt this good, he never wanted to stop.

End notes- Thinking of making a second part where Adrien tells Mari how he feels or where I actually write out the fort scene. Let me know which one you’d prefer and what you thought of the fic in the replies!

@adrinetteapril

[surrounded-by-superheroes]

The Poisonous Cure Ch. 4

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER THREE.

Summary;  Loki runs into a young girl on his morning walk and is shocked to learn she’s more than just a minor selling herself on the streets. Her web is more tangled than perhaps even his, and she certainly holds as many secrets. He swears to find more about her, but does he really want to?

Author’s Note; This is suuuper late, but my car battery has decided not to fucking work, so I’ve been dealing with that. This was fun to write, but before you read I want to say Tony is not the villian. People forget that we trust the main character because we know the motives, he doesn’t. What he does is called being smart. If anyone hates on him for that, then you’re an idiot. Much love, your author. (REMEMBER COMMENTS AND REBLOGS MEAN THE LITERAL WORLD)

Warning; Language, mentions of abuse.

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Chapter Four

Ghost

A fully grown black jaguar crouches on the concrete floor, it’s snarling sounding like thunder in the room. Tony’s up on the counter with an arm encased in gold and red metal pointing at the creature. Instantly, I move to the side and force Natasha’s gun down.

“Don’t shoot! For fuck’s sake do not shoot!” I yell across the room and the animal straightens from it’s crouch to face me. Amber eyes meet mine and instantly brighten.

“It’s a fucking jaguar, kid! What the hell?” Tony yells and doesn’t take his eyes or weapon off the jaguar.

“No, no, no. You don’t understand. This is my friend.” I try to explain and turn to those familiar eyes once again. “Ghost, I fucking said no pranks.” My voice is hard and firm, so he hangs his head before walking over to me and rubbing his head against me, giving my hand a couple licks as an apology. Unfortunately, his breath smells like tuna which is fucking rank. Despite that, I can’t resist smiling and run my hand over his head, scratching his ear. Sheepishly, I look back up at Tony who’s finally lowered his hand and is looking at me in shock. “Uh, he probably smelled my blood and came to check on me. He’s sorry.” Ghost chuffs slightly to back me up while Natasha helps Tony down. Natasha finally tucks her gun into her pants when Ghost sits down beside me, my hand on his head.

“You didn’t think to mention this earlier?” She asks and gestures to Ghost. I shrug.

“Usually he’s very well behaved! Only the size of a small cat. He only wondered in here like this to make sure I was safe.” I explain on his account as his tail waves back and forth in no particular pattern. Tony still seems to be in a state of fright, but now it’s mixed with fascination. “Look, I promise he won’t eat anyone okay?” I swear and look at the two of them. They look at one another and seem to speak telepathically before Tony steps forward towards me and Natasha crosses her arms.

“Where exactly do you get a size changing kitty?” Tony asks and walks in a circle around us to try and gauge how we’re possible. I shrug.

“Ghost has always been with me.” I answer unhelpfully as Tony’s callused fingers dance over his own lips in thought. “Uh, did you test my blood?” I question to know where his mind is right now.

“Oh, yeah. Finished that hours ago. See, this huge Hello Kitty really just intrigues me even more since your blood is unlike any I’ve ever seen before. Even Friday has never seen it before, which means one thing.” He stops his circling and pauses just out of swiping distance in front of Ghost and I. “You’re not really from around here, are you?” Tony asks with burning eyes and an indiscernible expression. Guiltily, I grimace and shrug.

“Not so much?” Tony huffs and looks over his shoulder at Natasha who has a poker face better than any other. “Look, I don’t know anything about that other place, okay? Just fleeting memories that don’t mean anything. I swear I’m not dangerous and I don’t have any other loyalties.” I rush to defend myself and watch Ghost out of the corner of my eye as he adjusts himself. When my emotions run high he tends to get restless. Tony seems conflicted, but mostly exasperated with my answer.

“And how am I supposed to be sure about that?” He huffs and starts pacing back and forth in front of me, running his hands through his dark, messy, hair. Ghost stands and moves in front of me protectively as he senses Tony’s high level of stress.

“Ghost, back to the room. Now.” I command and, very slowly, Ghost leaves and slinks down the hallway. “Is everything I just told you not enough? Do I not have every reason to be grateful to all of you?” I ask heatedly and cross my arms.

“I don’t know, do you?” He fires back and I flinch at the harsh tone. Panic bubbles in my chest and my mouth pops open slightly at the insinuation. My mind reels as I try to find something to counter act this disaster.

“What do you want from me?” I ask helplessly, staring down at his shoes.

“I want to be positive that you aren’t a threat. I want to be sure this team is safe. Right now, you’re a mystery card and I’ve never been a fan of mysteries.” Tony answers in a slightly softer voice, but my hands turn into fists. There’s absolutely no way I can prove any of that and he knows it. Excepting time.

“I’m sorry, but if you wanted someone to kneel in front of you and suck your cock in gratitude or to prove themselves, you should’ve grabbed another girl.” I smart, fighting the panic and tears trying to rise up in me. I hear Tony getting ready to respond, but he’s interrupted.

“I’ll vouch for her.” Loki suddenly speaks up from behind me and I spin around to face him. He’s looking strange in dark jeans and a violet button up, but his face is calm. The kind of calm that if he were an ocean, would have you thinking that something massive and horrifying lurks in its depths and it’s inevitable that it finds you. I admire it. “Excuse us.” He says softly and guides me out with a nod at both Natasha and Tony. We walk down the hallway in silence, at least until we’re out of ear shot. “You have quite the sharp tongue, little sorceress.” Loki comments softly. I rub my forehead with a hand and shrug.

“Would you rather I be a complacent little girl? Everyone else seems to.” I mutter with confused irritation, Tony’s comments circling through my head again and again.

“No, no. I quite like your quick wit.” He responds instantly as we enter my room. Glancing around reveals that Ghost either ignored my instructions to come back here or he’s a small cat again and he’s hiding. I walk to the dresser and get out pajamas, laying them on the bed. “You know, I understand more than most the thought that acting like you’re someone else is for the best.” Loki continues, looking at me knowingly. My eyebrow raises as I release my disguise.

“Ah yes, Mr. Blue Skin. And why do you hide?” I question and sigh, my emotions running out of fuel after my exhausting day. Loki hesitates to answer, but he does return to his true form.

“Why do you?” He redirects and I grin a little. It’s something I would do.

“Well, no guy really wants to bang a green alien chick, so my disguise helps my business.” My words are harsh and crass, but Loki doesn’t flinch at them to my pleasure. “Here, I was hoping that I would be easier to accept if I looked like the rest, but,” I shrug angrily, “I guess that’s out the window.” I finish and look to him expectantly. It’s his turn. A soft, understanding smile is on his face as he puts his hands behind his back like a blue penguin.

“I also thought taking a human form would make me more acceptable to my adopted race, but truly, I simply despised my true ethnicity. It’s easier to lie to others as well as myself.” He explains in a nonchalant voice, but his words are shockingly vulnerable. He grins and shows his teeth like a shark. A charming shark, though. “We are surprisingly similar creatures, sorceress.” I sigh and smile at what I’m sure he meant as a compliment.

“Except for the skin tone, yes?” I tease and now his smile reaches his eyes. “I’m going to shower, so you need to get out.” I gesture to the door and grab the clothes I set out. He blinks in surprise and I explain quickly. “You may come back later, but I can’t have you in the room.” I tell him firmly, skirting around him to get to the bathroom. Understanding dawns on him and he bows his head slightly to me in respect.

“Of course. I shall return at a later time.” He bids and walks out silently, the only sound being him locking the door after shutting it. A deep breath in calms me as I enter the bathroom and shut the door, then lock the door. It’s quick and freezing cold, which is just how I like it. Being naked is dangerous in my business, so I do my best to get dressed quickly once I’ve dried myself off. Afterwards I change into the white nightie with pink roses on it. It’s cute and flowy and cool which I especially appreciate because of the heat of…well, me. I open the bathroom door to find Ghost waiting for me just outside the door, once again in his jaguar form.

“Earlier, didn’t I tell you to stay out of sight? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, bud!” Ghost stares up at me as I talk, clearly not regretting his actions at all. “Don’t get smart with me. You’re lucky I was there.” The balcony door is still open and a calm breeze floats through, causing my outfit to ripple around my body and my hair to chill deliciously. Ghost hops up on the bed to my everlasting frustration, but there’s no way I’m getting his fat ass off it so I forget about it. My sleep schedule is somewhat warped from nights out and days spent in bed, so I’ve still got a couple hours before I get sleepy. Although, perhaps the best thing would be to try and alter my sleep schedule now. For a moment I stare at Ghost on my bed and think. “Is it comfortable up there?” I ask and walk over to him, patting his head sweetly before getting onto the bed. It is extraordinarily soft and the sheets feel like silk as I slide between them. Ghost considerately stands as I get settled, then lays down back to back with me because that’s when I feel the safest. “Okay, I guess I forgive you.” I murmur and grin when he chuffs back at me. “Night, Ghost.” Are the last words that leave my mouth before I go to sleep.

Strike always stars prominently in my dreams, well, nightmares, and it’s no different tonight. “You think you’re free from me, my girl?” He seems to whisper in my ear when I’m just on the cusp of sleep. “No. You know you’ll never be free of me, honey. I own you, remember?” He continues and I shake my head slightly in my sleep as if to get a bug away from my ear. “You’re my little slut, baby. Aren’t you?” He asks and I feel the ghost of his hands whisper against my hips, then glide up my body until they clasp around my throat. I jump awake and my eyes fly open in panic, but all I find is a quiet room with city lights illuminating every corner with their soft lights. I shut my eyes and sigh, sitting up and letting my legs hang over the side of the bed. When my eyes open I see a silhouette in a chair at the foot of my bed, cattycornered towards me. I’m out of bed in a moment, but pause on my way to kill them when they lean into the light. Lights of various hues illuminate his blue skin as I struggle to get my breath back. Petrified tears leak from my eyes while I struggle to calm down, but it really isn’t happening.

“Scared the…shit…out of…me!” I hyperventilate and Ghost finally notices, sitting up on my bed concernedly. Loki stands and walks over to me, embracing me and ignoring Ghost’s warning growl. His ice-cold energy surrounds me and quickly chills the sweat covering me and shockingly does wonders to calm me.

“I apologize for frightening you.” He tells me softly, his voice like salve on a raw wound. “And I apologize for not keeping my promise to protect you. Nightmares escaped my mind in the moment.” He scolds himself and pets my hair with his hand, spreading the chill soothingly through my tresses. His unexpectedly soft button-up shirt wicks away my tears better than any tissue, but nothing calms my slight trembling.

“You can’t cure nightmares, trench coat.” I tell him quietly and look up at his fiery eyes. He takes a moment to wipe sweat off my forehead before pressing his lips together in thought.

“I will stay here and calm you when you wake, if I may.” He decides and asks nicely, a little out of character for him. My arms tighten around his waist before letting go.

“You may stay, thanks.” I tell him as he lets go of me. Sniffling pathetically, I sit down on my bed beside Ghost. Loki’s eyes part from me to scan Ghost interestedly. “You’re lucky he didn’t bite you.” I point out as they stare at one another.

“He’s yours, yes?” I nod the affirmative as Loki moves his chair in front of me, framed by the distant flashing and blinking of neon lights behind him. “He reminds me of Fenrir.” He claims fondly and lays his foot on his knee. As I regain some control over my emotions, I turn to Ghost.

“What do you think about him, Ghost?” I ask while scratching in between his shoulder blades. He jumps off the bed and circles Loki twice, then sits by my feet and stares at me. I wave to Loki and nod. “He’s a friend, you can like him.” I relent and Ghost places his head on Loki’s foot on top of his knee. Loki’s white teeth gleam in the relative darkness of the room and the sight lifts a bit of the sadness from my shoulders. My trembling has stopped, so now I just feel tired and sick. Gently, Loki massages the skin behind Ghost’s ear and he purrs happily. “That’s a big compliment. He hates most everyone.” I admit and cross my legs under me.

“Do you wish to speak about your nightmare?” He asks abruptly, but his voice is soft and careful. I sigh. I knew this would most likely come up, but I had kind of been hoping he would forget.

“Look, you don’t exactly know everything about everything.” I start slowly and watch as he raises an eyebrow at me. “It’s complicated, okay? There isn’t-” I’m interrupted by the door opening and Tony rushing in. Before he looks over Loki and I instantly change back to our disguises. I suppose we’re both cowards. Just by the look on Tony’s face I know it’s serious, so I don’t yell at him.

“You need to see this.” He says and looks me straight in the face. Loki and I meet each other’s eyes and stand, Ghost trailing behind us as we follow Tony to the sitting room and he turns on the television to the news.

“Oh my god.” I whisper when I see Strike on the T.V. And he’s talking about me.

[taytcanterbury]

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