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ML Reboot: Miraculous: Heroes of Miracles: Lieutenant Liberty

- Lieutenant Liberty was born in 1923. Born and raised in Harlem.

-Born with the name James W, Rodgers.

-He joined the US Army during WW2. Despite times when that was rather difficult to do.

-While working as a support, he ended up getting protecting a young child from a bombshell.

-The boy’s parents took in the soldier and helped him heal.

-During that time, they saw a valiant spirit. Having cowered and stayed hidden as the war was going on, they saw this soldier and hand him a necklace as a show of gratitude. He accepted as they were insistent on it.

-He left shortly after and tried the necklace on. That’s where he met liiri

-The young Kwami had been dormant for decades and was excited to finally have someone to talk to.

-James and Liiri became friends and James learned about how the miraculous worked.

-He transformed into Lieutenant Liberty.

-Using this power he helped turn the tide of some key battles in history.

-He encourages his Allies, freeing them of doubts and panic. He also freed Countless war prisoners and concentration camps.

-He killed hitler (Miraculous has a whole revisionist history, so yea. He kills hitler.)

-He met Fu and Marianne during the time he helped liberate France.

-After the war, he was given the Medal of Honor, He also revealed his identity to the American people during this time. (His costume covered his body entirely, so seeing his true face was a surprise. This did however help give great strides in progress to America.

-Now in the public eye he helped deal with several issues back home.

-James married his Childhood sweet heart Olivia and they had 4 kids. Their Eldest, Jerome volunteered to take over as Lieutenant Liberty after his father retired.

-He stayed in contact with Fu during the time. He eventually passed his miraculous down to his son, Jerome, who passed it to his daughter, Jessica the current Holder.

-Jessica is the current holder of the Eagle miraculous and she was trained by her Father and Grandpa.

Trivia:

-Lieutenant Liberty is based off Captain America, even his names have individuals that have held the title. Though his main inspiration was Falcon.

-Lieutenant Liberty is African American.

-His costume covering his entire body was a reference to Black Panther.

-Comic books of Lieutenant Liberty were printed during World war 2, they were stopped briefly after the reveal of his identity only for an outcry from the public to have the comics put back into publishing.

-James was very aware of social issues and always pushed the envelope, always wanted freedom for more people.

-Liiri believes James to be someone with a spirit of freedom greater than many he has seen.

-When Jessica took the mantle, she wanted to change the name to Freedom Falcon, or Freewing. But After learning why her family never changed the name she kept the legacy alive.

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Saints&Reading: Monday, January 15, 2023

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ST. GENEVIEVE OF PARIS (502)

Saint Geneviève was born of wealthy parents in Gaul (modern France) in the village of Nanterre, near Paris, around 422. Her father’s name was Severus, and her mother was called Gerontia. According to the custom of the time, she often tended her father’s sheep on Mount Valerien.

When the child was about seven years old, Saint Germanus of Auxerre (July 31) noticed her as he was passing through Nanterre. During the Service that night the Bishop placed his hand on her head and told her parents that she would become great in the sight of God, and would lead many to salvation. When Geneviève told him that she wished to dedicate herself to Christ, he gave her a brass medal with the image of the Cross to wear around her neck. Saint Germanus told her never to wear bracelets, or necklaces made with pearls, gold, or silver, and to avoid wearing any other ornaments around her neck, or on her fingers.

When she was fifteen, Geneviève was taken to Paris to enter the monastic life. Through fasting,vigil and prayer, she progressed in monasticism, and received from God the gifts of clairvoyance and of working miracles. Gradually, the people of Paris and the surrounding area regarded Geneviève as a holy vessel (2 Timothy 2:21).

Years later, Saint Geneviève was told that Attila the Hun was approaching Paris, Geneviève and the other nuns prayed and fasted, entreating God to spare the city. Suddenly, the barbarians turned away from Paris and went off in another direction.

Saint Geneviève considered the Saturday night Vigil service to be very important, since it symbolizes how our entire life should be. “We must keep vigil in prayer and fasting so that the Lord will find us ready when He comes,” she said. She was on her way to church with her nuns one stormy Saturday night when the wind extinguished her lantern. The nuns could not find their way without a light, since it was dark and stormy, and the road was rough and muddy. Saint Genevieve made the Sign of the Cross over the lantern, and the candle within burned with a bright flame. In this manner they were able to make their way to the church for the service.

The empty tomb of St Genevieve at St Etienne-du-mont church in Paris located just behind the Pantheon which was originally named St Genevieve church

 Only relics remaining. small parts of hier body after it was burnt in a square in front of Paris city hall. On each side of her relics there’s two two icons. On the right is St, Symeon the stylite who wrote her a letter after seeing her in a vision.

There is a tradition that the church which Saint Geneviève suggested King Clovis should build in honor of Saints Peter and Paul, would become her own resting place when she fell asleep in the Lord around 512 at the age of eighty-nine. Her holy relics were later transferred to the church of Saint-Étienne-du-Mont in Paris. Most of her relics, and those of other saints, were destroyed at the time of the French Revolution.

During the Middle Ages, Saint Geneviève was regarded as the patron Saint of wine makers.

THE HOLY PROPHET MALACHI (400 bc)

The Holy Prophet Malachi lived 400 years before the Birth of Christ, at the time of the return of the Jews from the Babylonian Captivity. Malachi was the last of the Old Testament prophets, therefore the holy Fathers call him “the seal of the prophets.”

Manifesting himself an image of spiritual goodness and piety, he astounded the nation and was called Malachi, i.e., an angel. His prophetic book is included in the Canon of the Old Testament. In it he upbraids the Jews, foretelling the coming of Jesus Christ and His Forerunner, and also the Last Judgment (Mal 3:1-5; 4:1-6).

Source: all texts Orthodox Church in America

MARK 12:13-17

13 Then they sent to Him some of the Pharisees and the Herodians, to catch Him in His words. 14 When they had come, they said to Him, "Teacher, we know that You are true, and care about no one; for You do not regard the person of men, but teach the way of God in truth. Is it lawful to pay taxes to Caesar, or not? 15 Shall we pay, or shall we not pay? But He, knowing their hypocrisy, said to them, "Why do you test Me? Bring Me a denarius that I may see it." 16 So they brought it. And He said to them, "Whose image and inscription is this?" They said to Him, "Caesar's." 17 And Jesus answered and said to them, "Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's." And they marveled at Him.

JAMES 2:14-26

14 What does it profit, my brethren, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can faith save him? 15 If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, 16 and one of you says to them, "Depart in peace, be warmed and filled," but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit? 17 Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead. 18 But someone will say, "You have faith, and I have works." Show me your faith without your works, and I will show you my faith by my works. 19 You believe that there is one God. You do well. Even the demons believe-and tremble! 20 But do you want to know, O foolish man, that faith without works is dead? 21 Was not Abraham our father justified by works when he offered Isaac his son on the altar? 22 Do you see that faith was working together with his works, and by works faith was made perfect? 23 And the Scripture was fulfilled which says, "Abraham believed God, and it was accounted to him for righteousness." And he was called the friend of God. 24 You see then that a man is justified by works, and not by faith only. 25 Likewise, was not Rahab the harlot also justified by works when she received the messengers and sent them out another way? 26 For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.

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Top 05 Catholic Toys for Toddlers

Is there a baby or toddler on your gift list? Whether it is a parent, godmother, grandparent, aunt, uncle, caring friend, or your friend, that gift will grow with the children in your life and from their Encompassed love of faith community. Here are the top 5 catholic toys for toddlers :

Lion and Lamb Woodcraft

It is a precious medal called the Miracle Baby Necklace , and it is truly one of a kind made with love! Kids can use it as a smoothie or to brush their teeth while holding Mother Mary close. Perfect for Mass, family wreaths, or anytime mom needs a little help with fun!

Lion & Lamb Woodcraft was founded in 2019 in Atchison, Kansas by a young mother named Mary. As a child, he grew up working with his father in their hardware store. They made cabinets, birdhouses and board games. Now a mother of 2, with one on the way, she spends her sleep “playing with wood”. He hand-makes the miraculous Benedictine medals that are sold at his teething games. Her Etsy shop includes wearable prayer earrings as well as a few other home accessories.

My Catholic Keepsake | Thy Olive Tree

My Catholic Memoirs Child/Children’s Memoirs are designed specifically for Catholic parents to record their child’s journey of growth and faith. 36 beautifully crafted pages contain quotations from the saints, passages of Scripture going through each step, from baptism to confirmation, and beyond the first step to the first day of school You are giving your child the greatest gift: faith. Our Catholic Remembrance , is the perfect affirmation to commemorate their entry into the world as disciples of Christ and the journey they have taken in faith and life.

Illustrated by Meg Whalen

"This Church " is a picture book that guides your child from the age of 2 through the history of salvation through the eyes of a little girl who was amazed by the windows of her church. The book is available at TANBooks.com . Don’t miss their bogo sale on all books from November 9th to 15th.

Meg Whelan is a Catholic woman, mother, and illustrator who wants to help young Catholics fall in love with the beauty of the faith. In graduate school he met author Katie Warner, and through a partnership with Tan Books the couple could dream of creating new evangelistic children’s books , and this came true in the case of First Trust Fund “This Is Church” is Meg and Katie’s seventh book together.

Noah and the Ark |  Tomie DePaola

The late and beloved children’s book author and illustrator Tommy DiPaola offers his unique and imaginative artwork that breathes new life into this beautiful retelling of a beloved biblical story that evokes reflection.

They say that Noah walked with God because he was a good man. So Noah did as the LORD commanded him, and he built an ark, and took with him all his family and two kinds of animals, and waited forty days and forty nights for the rain to come.

Faith Theological Virtue | Sacred Print

This fine (2 × 5 x 6 inch) "Faith" stamp on the Saints' Letters reminds us of the great gifts God has given us and how to help the saints along the way! Wood panels are coated with resin to give them a glassy appearance. Holly Printing also personalizes small (3×8) and large (6×19) first names in sacred letters! Check out their website .

Our unique sacred alphabet allows you to write your loved one’s name in sacred characters! Faith: Francis of Assisi, I, Ignatius of Antioch, Thomas More, Helen. These creations would make great Christmas gifts, but consider them for baptisms and first date gifts too!

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Hello

Do you by any chance know the brand of the yellow sweater Joongook wore at a recent performance. I want to get it for my daughter for her birthday

Thanks Mimi

Jungkook wore*Men's Yellow Patch Detail Knitted Sweater by the brand RAF SIMONS. Its price is ~$1000 (Price can vary according to location and store). It's on sale rn HERE for $726.

Some alternative and less expensive clothes Jungkook wore lately (and that he personally LOVES):

Worn for BTS at OHP Uncut Podcast HERE and BTS BBMAs Acceptance Speech HERE and more. A NOTHING's DROP-SHOULDER VELVET TURTLE-NECK TEE (Black) ~$50 HERE (this is one of JK's personal favorite genderless fashion brands as he was seen wearing many pieces from them. These are purchased by him and not something his stylist got him contrary to the above).

Worn for BTS Butter Dance Practice HERE. ARC-Logo Jacquard Sweater Blue ~$97 HERE.

Worn for 210521 Butter comeback Vlive HERE. Lamodechies 21SS LACE LOGO TSHIRTS (ivory) ~$63 HERE. (He has been wearing a lot of clothes from this brand that also supports unisex clothing. Like for his last legendary mirror selfie HERE you can find more articles he picked from them).

A bit more expensive but this necklace is something he has worn all day everyday and got it since last year. Be it Vlives, interviews or anywhere, he has been seen wearing it (HERE). It is the Chrome World (A fav brand of his too) Oval Angel Medallion Charm ~$479 HERE. This can make a great gift as it has a beautiful meaning. "It is said that various miracles occur for those who wear this type of medallion. The Virgin Mary, who appeared to the nun Katarina Labre, told her to save people and to wear this medallion. Because of the miracles happening one after another for the wearer, it has come to be called “Mysterious Medal” and “Miracle Medal”.The Oval Angel Medallion Charm was created in the image of a popular medallion. The charm of the two angels holding a dagger has a sacred atmosphere. It is said that various miracles occur for those who wear this type of medallion." Jungkook is the kind of guy that believes in such miracles (I mean look at his career? It's plenty of hard work but also pure miracles) and this piece of jewelry is for sure something that brought him plenty of luck and comfort, but I personally think It's also his way of keeping ARMY close to his heart. Jungkook once said to ARMYs: "It's like we are creating miracles with you" (HERE) and he wore this for the #1 HOT100 celebration, Grammys nomination announcement, Butter comeback and such. So yes, this necklace is special to him.

*This ask is about Jungkook's knitted Jumper worn during Butter special performance video HERE photo HERE.

T.N: Some info about the designer > Raf Jan Simons is a Belgian fashion designer. Beginning in furniture design, Simons launched his own menswear label in 1995. He was creative director at Jil Sander, Christian Dior and Calvin Klein. As of 1 April 2020, he is the co-creative director of Prada, in partnership with Miuccia Prada.

Cr finds twt Bangtan_Style07. You can find the clothes BTS wore for that performance HERE.

Happy birthday to your daughter in advance dear ^^. And what a sweet parent you are. Wishing you all the very best~

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Miraculous: Rise of Anatis 60

And that's a wrap on my season 3!!! I really hope you guys like this chapter. At the very least, I hope it's better than the actual miracle queen episode. I'm happy that I even got to work in some lore as well :D anyway, I'll be starting on my 'season four' which have a few oc akumas and other season 3 akumas I haven't used yet. It will also explore the guardians and their history and of course, we'll be seeing more of Mila and the Western holders. Speaking of them, two of them are characters in the actual show so feel free to guess who they might be. Will these heroes be returning? Maybe but they might not necessarily be wearing those miraculous again. Also I will be drawing up their designs at some point. Anyway, the next chapter will be one of the OC akumas, Neon Queen. Should be fun to see how that goes.

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Chapter Sixty: Miracle Queen (2/2)

~The Guardian's Temple~

  Mila opened her eyes as she looked up at the sky. She was laid on the ground underneath a cherry blossom tree. She sat up and glanced around, making a frown as she did. She could see the entrance to the guardian's temple on her right, making her frown even more as she realized where she was. She hadn't been here in over three hundreds years. She slowly got up and looked at the tree before walking over to it's trunk and placing her hand on it, holding back tears as she did. The last time she had seen it was the day before her beloved was killed. The two of them considered this tree their special place. It was where their love had formed. They spoke underneath it's leaves and spend their nights gazing at the stars in it's branches. Her beloved had even asked her to marry him here. She quickly wiped her tears from her cheeks as she shook her head. No, this wasn't the real tree. That had been buried, along with the temple a century ago. This was a dream but why was she dreaming of it? She hadn't dreamt of this place in decades so why now? What had changed? Her eyes snapped open as she heard the soft sound of someone playing a pipa nearby. She looked over and saw a young man, barely in his twenties. His hair was long and dark in color with a silver ribbon tied to part of it. He wore a blue tang shirt with silver detail and light gray pants. His legs had bandages over them and he wore black shoes while he wore dark blue gloves that were elbow length and fingerless on his hands. He was sat near the tree, gently playing the pipa with his eyes closed. He slowly came to a stop and opened them, revealing they were silver in color as Mila stared in shock. He smiled softly, putting the pipa down and walking over to her as tears filled her eyes.

  "T-Tóutāi..." She gasped as he stood in front of her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she covered her mouth, trying to hold back a sob.

"Don't not cry, my flower," He whispered, cupping her face with his hand. She leaned into it as he wiped her tears away with his thumb. 

  "This can't be real..." She gasped, looking up at him. "This is just a dream..."

  "Maybe," He smiled, making her chuckle. "Or maybe it isn't,"

  "Either way, I don't want to wake," She whispered as he gently pressed his forehead against hers. "I have missed you, beloved... but how are you in my dreams? I thought that traitor had permanently killed you,"

  "The time for answers will come soon enough, my flower," He whispered back, making her frown but at the same time, she didn't mind. He always was cryptic. She guess it came with been the celestial guardian. "For now, I must relay an important task to you... for you are the only one currently protected by my magic,"

  "What is it, my love?" She asked, looking up at him.

"The balance is in danger," He stated, making her blink. "The moth has made a deadly move in the game he plays and without help, the children of creation and destruction will lose themselves to the song of the fox. The time to step from the shadows is now, my flower. Help them,"

  "Tóutāi... I don't know if I can..." She gasped, looking down. "I'm not the same woman you fell in love with..."

  "Of course you are," He stated, gently pressing his hand over her heart. Mila gasped softly as she felt all the love and hope he felt for her. "You are still the brave and determined woman I fell in love with. They need your help,"

  "I'll do what I can," She whispered before pressing her lips to his. He cupped her face as he kissed back before they pulled away. "Goodbye, beloved,"

  Tóutāi gave her a sad smile as the scene around them began to fade around them, causing everything to disappear including him.

  ~Mila's Office, Paris~

  Mila opened her eyes as she came around from her dream. She sat up and glanced around, frowning as she heard the sound of a flute playing. She walked over to the window and glanced outside, gasping as she saw everyone around her just stood eerily still. They were staring with glowing orange eyes, making her frown deeply. This must be what Tóutāi had warned her about. However, she wasn't affected by it. Tóutāi had given her a flower necklace on their wedding day as a gift. He had explained that he had enchanted it to protect her from anyone's magic. She had never taken it off, even after his death. She placed her hand around it, mentally thanking him before she turned on her heel. She noticed her phone had a missed call, causing her to pick it up and dial voicemail. She hit play to listen to it.

  "Mistress, it's Renée. Um you told me to report in if I ever came across Anatis. Well, I just did. He seemed nic-" The sound of a flute caused her to cut off, causing Mulan to frown before she heard the phone drop and it hung up. Renée and Elise had been at the Grand Paris Hotel for the anniversary of Mr and Mrs Rossi. Their daughter, Lila, had invited them to it and they decided to go since they wanted to kill time before they went to Anatis' medal ceremony in the evening. She was also planning to attend but now she had to deal with this situation. She hung up her phone and walked over to her desk. She sat down and pressed several hidden panels that caused a secret draw to pop open, revealing a circular box with the symbol of the guardians on it. She took it out and opened the lid, revealing a layer inside that was split into sessions. From the out section, she took out the cuff links and the key chain. She placed them in little boxes that resembled the miracle box. She then took all three of the miraculous from the center section, She placed two of them into the small boxes but placed the bracelet on her wrist, causing a kwami to manifest as it changed to a simple gold chain. It was light blue and green in color and resembled an octopus. It opened her eyes and blinked at her before bowing.

  "Master Mulan, it is a honor to see you again," She stated, making her bow back.

  "It is good to see you again, Kraak but I require your help," She stated as it nodded before she held up her wrist. "Kraak, Unleash!"

  Kraak got sucked into her bracelet, transforming it into a bracelet that resembled tentacles. Mila swiped her hand over her face, creating a mask that resembled tentacles and changing her eye color to lilac color before throwing her hands up in the air. A light blue light spread from her fingers, creating her outfit and shoes. She wore a high neck vest with no sleeves that was turquoise blue in color and loose turquoise green pants that were tied at her knees. Armored panels appeared on her shoulders and hips before a blue belt appeared around her waist. She had turquoise blue fingerless gloves on and her vest had a deep blue zipper. Her hair turned into a midnight blue shade and was styled into a bun with strands of hair by the side of her head. A tentacle shaped tiara appeared on her head and a flexible claw appeared on her hip before finally her shoes manifested, completing her transformation. She grabbed the boxes and placed them into her pockets before going into a different draw and grabbing a handful of ear plugs. She shoved them in her pockets as well before going over to the window and jumping out. She took out her weapon and used it to swing through the city. She landed on a building and stopped as she narrowed her eyes. On the street below was Anatis and Lady Noir but they were walking calming and ignoring everyone who was stood staring. She jumped down and landed in front of them before glancing at them. Like the other citizens, their eyes were glowing orange, making her frown. However, they completely ignored her and walked past her. She grabbed Anatis but to her surprise, he grabbed her arm and slammed her into the ground before walking off. She got back up and frowned deeply. If she hadn't been wearing a miraculous, he would have broken her arm. She threw her claw back up and made her way across the rooftops as they continued to walk through the street. She narrowed her eyes as she determined how to neutralize them. However, a shiver went down her spine, causing her to look around. There was no one around but she felt someone nearby. To her surprise, a feeling overtook her, telling her not to attack them but to find others for the miraculous she grabbed to help wake them up. Somehow, she knew that she wouldn't get close enough to use her ability on them on her own. She looked down at the heroes who were still walking through the street before sighing and jumping across to the Grand Paris hotel where Elise and Renée should be. She landed on the roof and walked across before noticing the two girls stood by the pool, staring into space. She rushed out and placed her hands on Renée's shoulders.

  "Renée?" She gasped as the girl just stared with the same glowing eyes. She looked over at Elise who was doing the same before taking a deep breathe and placing her hand on Renée's forehead. "Mind break,"

  Renée suddenly gasped as the orange in her eyes shattered and disappeared before she stepped back and looked around as Mila moved over to Elise and repeated the ability, waking her up as well.

  "Mistress?" She asked as Elise blinked and looked around. "What happened?"

  "There's an akuma who's put everyone under some sort of spell," She explained, taking out a couple of ear plugs and giving them to the two girls. "It's the music so wear these,"

  "Yes, Mistress," Renée replied as they nodded and took some from her. They placed them in their ears before Mila took out two of the boxes in her pockets. "Mistress?"

  "Renée, this is the miraculous of the Wyvern," She stated, giving the box to the girl. "And Elise, this is the miraculous of the Penguin. I need you both to go and distract Lady Noir and Anatis while I go find two others to help us with this mission,"

  "Why are we distracting them?" Renée asked as she took the box and put on the jacket earring. A green dragon like kwami manifested, causing her to smile. "Hello, Vernn,"

  "Miss Renée! It is my honour to see you again,"

  "They have been affected by this akuma and seem to be heading somewhere that I fear will lead to their doom," Mila explained as Elise took the box from her and opening it. A small penguin like kwami manifested as she put the cuff links into her sleeves. "I just need you to distract them but if you are able to restrain them then do so but please be careful. They are been mind controlled,"

  "We'll be careful," Elise replied before transforming into her hero look. She looked like a magician, wearing a black tail coat over a white shirt and full length black pants. Her hair turned black with white strips and her iris turned white while her scleras turned black. A half black and half white mask appeared over her eyes and a wand appeared in her hand. She placed it on her back as Renée transformed as well. Her outfit was a one piece suit with a tail coat over it. The tail on the coat resembled a dragon's tail and it was green in color. Her main suit was the same dark green but had a light green section across her stomach and chest. Her hair turned green as well and a scaled mask appeared over her eyes as they became lizard like before her boots and gloves appeared. Finally a sword appeared by her side, completing her transformation.

  "Let's go," She declared before jumping off with Elise as Mila went her own way. The two landed on a building near the Louvre Museum. They glanced around at everyone who was just stood eerily still before they noticed Lady Noir and Anatis walking past everyone, completely ignoring them. "There they are,"

  Elise nodded and jumped down with Renée. landing in front of the heroes. The two of them stopped and stared at the newcomers with blank expressions but before they could do anything else, Anatis' eyes widen as if surprised before they flickered back to blue. He gripped his head as if he had a headache, making the two girls look at each other as Lady Noir just stared at them. Elise took a step forward.

  "Anaits?" She gasped as he gasped before the sound of the flute got louder, making them both frown. It seemed to over take his mind again as his hands dropped from his head before he reopened his eyes. The blue faded back to orange and he took out his yoyo, spinning it. Lady Noir took out her baton as they both got into a fighting stance. Elise held up her hands as Renée held out her sword. "Please, we don't want to fight you,"

  Renée pulled her back and blocked Anatis' yoyo with her sword as he tried to hit her with it. Lady Noir charged at Elise, causing her to block her baton with her wand. Anatis grabbed Renée's art and reached for her miraculous but she stomped his foot and knocked him back as Elise dodged Lady Noir's attack. Anatis growled and went to throw up his yoyo.

  "Lu-" He went to declare but Renée kicked him, stopping him from summoning his lucky charm before she tried to grab his yoyo. He jumped back and dodged her as she charged at him. Meanwhile, Lady Noir threw Elise into a building. She held out her hand and was about to summon her cataclysm, causing Elise to try and crawl away from her but before she could, a figure jumped down in front of her.

  "Fire Phoenix!" He declared, causing his form to become in engulfed in flames that blinded the heroine, causing her to gasp and stumble back as she covered her eyes, hissing. Anatis knocked Renée back and turned to charge at the newcomer but he suddenly gripped his head again as his eyes flickered back to blue, causing the newcomer to gasp. "Anatis!"

  Anatis groaned as he stepped back but like the first time, the music increased and his eyes turned back orange. He titled his head to the side and charged at the newcomer, spinning his yoyo. Renée rushed over and helped Elise to her feet before they blocked Lady Noir's attack as she had recovered. She hissed and tried to scratch as the newcomer tried to block Anatis' attack with his fans. He managed to knock back the hero before going in front the attack.

  "Guys! Hold your breathe!" A voice shouted, causing the group to look confused as a girl in an outfit that looked like a skunk summoned what appeared to be some sort of grenade. She threw it inbetween Anatis and Lady Noir, causing it go release a pink smoke. Elise, Renée and the other hero covered their mouths as Anatis jumped back, also covering his mouth but Lady Noir moved too late. To their surprise, she slumped to the ground as the smoke cleared. The girl jumped down and gave everyone a sweet smile as they took her in. She was wearing a black and white romper with a slash across her hips that resembled a tail. She had black knee high boots on and black tights with white details. Her hair was short and spiky and she had elbow length gloves on that were half black and half white. It was black with white tips in highlights and her eyes were an aquamarine color. On top of her head were two animal ears and she had a black mask over her eyes. "Hi, I'm Aroma,"

  "Phénix rouge," The boy who set himself on fire stated, nodding sternly. Now that they could see him, they saw he was wearing dark red trousers with a matching waistcoat and an orange shirt. On his waist coat, he had a brooch pinned to it and his hair was bright yellow. In fact, it appeared to be glowing. His boots were dark red and knee length and his eyes were orange. Like the others, he had a mask across his eyes. It was orange and yellow, similar to a sunset. He had black fingerless gloves on hands and his fans were hooked onto his hips. He had his arms crossed and looked moody as he glanced around at Elise and Renée. "Who are you two?"

  "I'm Dame," Renée replied, getting a nod of everyone.

  "And I'm Snowbird!" Elise smiled as Mila jumped down and joined them. "Mistress!"

  Mila held up her hand and looked around before turning her attention to the still unconscious Lady Noir. However, Anatis had managed to get away. She frowned to herself before walking over and placing her hand on the heroine's head, closing her own eyes.

  "Mind Break," She declared, causing her hand to glow blue again before Lady Noir's eyes snapped open. The orange in them shattered and disappeared, causing them to return to their normal form as Mila let go.

  "Annie!" She cried out before she looked around and saw the group. She instantly jumped up and held out her baton. "Who the hell are you guys and where is Anatis?!"

  "Lady Noir, my name is Koro," Mila stated, walking forward. "These are my students. Phénix rouge, Dame, Snowbird and Aroma. As for Anatis... he escaped before we could free him,"

  "Free him?" Lady Noir asked, blinking as she noticed all expect Koro were wearing earbuds. She then looked around panicked as she realized that she had no idea how she got to the Louvre. They had been in Master Fu's apartment and were just about to leave when they heard a flute then she woke up her. Her eyes widen in fear as she realized that they must have been under the spell of who ever is playing the flute. She put her baton away and turned to leap away but Koro grabbed her shoulder, making her look at her. "I need to to find Anatis! He's-"

  "Still under the spell I know," She replied, making Lady Noir frown. "We're coming with you. You're gonna need my ability to free him from the spell and having back up will help. Especially if Hawkmoth makes an appearance. Now here,"

  She shoved a pair of ear plugs into her hands, causing Lady Noir to put them in.

  "Where were you heading?" She asked, making Lady Noir frown as she tried to remember. She could hear a voice in her head and it said to come to them. Somehow, they knew where she was, making her frown.

  "The Trocadéro Gardens," She answered, making them frown. "And you're right. I am gonna need help to save him but this doesn't mean I trust you. Understood?"

  "Got it," Koro replied, nodding before turning to her students. "Before we head there, did anything unusual happen while you were fighting?"

  "Anatis almost broke out of the mind control," Dame stated, making the two blink. "He saw me and his eyes flickered back to blue and then he gripped his head like he was trying to fight it but the music increased and he went back to been controlled,"

  "The same happened when he saw me," Phénix stated, making both Lady Noir and Koro frown. "Is that important?"

  "I don't know..." Koro stated, frowning. "Either way, head to the Trocadéro Gardens,"

  The group nodded and jumped away, following Koro and Lady Noir.

  ~Trocadéro Gardens~

  Miracle Queen frowned as Anatis landed in front of her and bowed towards her. She was sure she had gotten control over Lady Noir as well so where the hell was her? She growled and walked up to him. She took his yoyo, just in case he wasn't really under her spell. However, he did nothing to stop her, causing her to smirk. Meanwhile, Hawkmoth frowned from his position above Miracle Queen. Her music should have put Lady Noir under the same spell yet only Anatis was here. He opened up the connection between him and Miracle Queen, making her blink.

  "Where is Lady Noir?" He asked, causing Miracle Queen sigh and look at her nails with boredom.

  "I don't know," She gasped, annoyed. "But I'm sure she'll turn up soon. I'm certain she's under my spell but even if she's not, we have her boyfriend. She'll do anything to ensure that we won't hurt him,"

  "Find out where she is!" He snarled, closing the connection as Myura stood next to him. "Lady Noir should be here,"

  "Bug boy, where is the mangy cat?!" Miracle Queen demanded, causing him to look up at her but he didn't answer her right away. Instead, he just stood there and said nothing as he stared. "Answer me!"

  "Asleep," He stated, making her look at him with annoyance as Hawkmoth rose his eyebrow. She slammed her flute into the side of his face before turning on her heel as he stood there. Mayura frowned as blood dripped down his forehead.

  "What the hell do you mean asleep?!"

  "We were attacked by other miraculous holders," He stated, causing Hawkmoth and Mayura to gasp as Miracle Queen rolled her eyes. "They used some sort of grenade to put Lady Noir to sleep. I got away..."

  "Well, there is no point in taking your miraculous yet then. I want that dumb cat to be around when I take it so I can hers too and then wake you up so you can see my success!" She growled, spinning his yoyo before she turned back to him. "Now! Tell me how amazing I am!"

  "You're the most amazing person in the world, Miracle Queen," He stated in a motionless voice. She frowned before she knew he didn't mean it but it was still fun to make him say things. She went to tell him to declare that Marinette was a nasty creature but Hawkmoth jumped down and held up her hand, making her look at him before rolling her eyes and walking away. Anatis continued to stare into space.

  "Anatis, who were the other holders?" Hawkmoth asked, smirking. He might be able to get the identities of his allies, which in turn would lead him to gain the other miraculous. "Did you pick them?"

  "No, I've never seen them before in my life," He stated, surprising Hawkmoth. 

  "But your master picked them?"

  "No, their miraculous are not part of our box," He stated, making Hawkmoth frown but before he could question him farther, Lady Noir threw her baton at him, causing him to step back and jump up to where Mayura was as Miracle Queen glared at them.

  "Miracle Queen, don't let them free Anatis from your control!" Hawkmoth shouted, causing Miracle Queen to growl.

  "He's mine! I won't let you take him from me!!" She screamed before playing her flute. She threw up the ball of light, causing an explosion to appear before it cleared, revealing hundreds of copies of her. Koro threw her claw and used it to grab Lady Noir's baton throwing it to her before the six of them charged at the illusions. Miracle Queen grabbed Anatis and pulled him away from the fight, causing Lady Noir to run follow them as the others took down her illusions. Koro went to follow but Hawkmoth landed in front of her, making her narrow her eyes.

  "I assume you're the one who gave out these miraculous," He stated as she held out her hand, ready to fight.

  "I am Hua Mulan, Guardian of the Western Box and I find you, Hawkmoth, guilty of misuse of the butterfly miraculous," She declared, causing him to smirk before he took out his cane and charged at her.

  "Mistress!!" Snowbird gasped, going to run after them but she gasped and fell back as a huge moth sentimonster appeared. It went to charge at him, causing Dame to jump front of her and block it's stinger with her sword. Phénix helped Snowbird to her feet and ran after Lady Noir as Dame and Aroma took on the giant bug. 

  ~Back to Lady Noir and Miracle Queen~

  "Let him go!" Lady Noir growled as she charged at Miracle Queen, going to hit her with her baton. Miracle Queen blocked it with her flute and knocked her back, causing Lady Noir to slide back. She smirked and spun her flute, playing the tune on it. She threw it to the sky again, increasing the song playing and causing Anatis to grip his head. "Anatis!"

  "Take her miraculous, my servant!" Miracle Queen ordered, causing Lady Noir to gasp as she gave him back his yoyo. He took it and instantly began to attack her relentlessly. She blocked his attack and fought back, causing Miracle Queen to laugh as she watched. It wasn't like how they fought during training. Anatis wasn't holding back and he was using everything he could against her. He slammed his body into her, causing her to fall. He grabbed her leg and threw her into a tree, causing her to groan as she got up. She went to punch him, causing him to grab her hand. He went to take her miraculous but she managed to wrap her legs around him and slam him onto the floor as Snowbird and Phénix appeared, causing Miracle Queen to growl as she played her flute again. "Come my servants and defeat me again these losers!"

  To their surprise, a number of civilians turned up and began to trying to fight them as Miracle Queen turned her attention back to Anatis and Lady Noir, who had him pinned down. However, he knocked her back, causing her to backflip as he stood back up. He charged at her, causing her to block his arms and kick him. He countered her counter as they fought.

  "Anatis! Fight against her!" She gasped, blocking his fist. He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, slamming her into the floor as Miracle Queen smirked evilly.

  "Kill her first then take her miraculous off her cold corpse!" She ordered, causing Anatis to wrap his hands around Lady Noir's neck. She gasped and tried to fight him, struggling to get him off her. She kicked out and dug her nails into his hands as he tightened his grip. Her eyes widen as her skin began to turn blue and her grip began to weaken. Phénix slammed one of the civilians into the ground as he rushed over towards them. Lady Noir's eyes were slipping closed as she began to lose consciousness but Miracle Queen jumped and landed in front of him before he could reach them. "I don't think so, birdie!"

  She hit him in the stomach with her flute, causing him to gasp and fall to the ground. She smirked and lifted it above her head to hit him with it but Snowbird pulled out of her wand, spinning it.

  "Glacier!" She declared, charging it up with a blue glow before tapping the ground with it. Instantly, the ground turned blue, causing Miracle Queen to suddenly fall over. She tried to get up but kept sliding over, allowing Phénix to get up and rush back over to Anatis and Lady Noir. Anatis still had his hands wrapped around her throat, causing Phénix to see red. He went to charge at him but stopped when Lady Noir suddenly gasped for air, coughing as Anatis shook before he gripped his head again. Lady Noir slowly sat up as he groaned and yanked at his hair.

  "A-Annie?!" She gasped as he backed away from her.

  "N-No!" He gasped, causing Phénix to rush over. He helped Lady Noir to her feet as Anatis stepped back, still gripping his head. "Get out of my head!"

  "Annie!" Lady Noir gasped, pulling out of Phénix's grip and rushing over as Anatis fell onto his knees. She went to run over as Phénix grabbed her arm. "Let me go! I have to help him!"

  "Noir, stay back!" Phénix called out, trying to pull her away from him. "He's under that akuma's control!"

  "I can get through to him!" She called out, pulling out his grip and rushing over to Anatis. She cupped his face as he looked at her. His eyes were flicking between orange and blue as tears rolled down his face. "Annie, it's me. It's Lady Noir. Your best friend... remember? We're best friends!"

  "Kill her!" Miracle Queen screamed as she tried to get back up again, causing her to slip over again. Anatis' eyes went to blank and orange again as he went to wrap his hands around Lady Noir's neck.

  "Annie, don't listen to her!" She gasped, flinching but he stopped as his eyes flickered blue again. His eyes flickered orange again before he suddenly covered his ears and let out a loud scream, surprising everyone before he slumped against Lady Noir. "Annie?... Annie!?"

  ~Luka's POV~

  Luka screamed once again as he tried to block out the sound of the flute as it played loudly in his head. He was more than aware of what he was doing but despite that, he couldn't stop himself. He had tears rolling down his face as he walked towards the source of the music with Lady Noir. He tried to shout at himself and stop himself when those other miraculous holders turned up and when he began to attack them. He abandoned his friend when they got the upper hand and left her at their mercy. He didn't know if they were trying to help them or not but if they weren't, he had just left her and all because of the music in his head. Music that was drowning him. He wanted to scream and break free but he couldn't stop hearing it. It briefly stopped playing when he saw that girl in the wyvern miraculous. For a second, he had seen a knight stood there instead but then the music came back and he was back under her control. It happened again when he saw the boy with the phoenix miraculous. Like the girl, he had seen someone else stood there but once again, Miracle Queen took control. It made him feel sick. He could feel her inside his head, trying to find out who he was really. Luckily, he had kept her at bay but he didn't know how long that would hold. Right now, he was trying not to listen, hoping that he could break her control before he killed Lady Noir. He didn't want to hurt her. His voice hurt from shouting but he was still strangling her.

  "Glacier!" He heard one of the new guys declare, causing Miracle Queen to slip and fall. For a second, the music lessened. However it was enough for him to notice. 

  "Stop hurting her!" He called out, causing his body to stop strangling Lady Noir. She suddenly gasped for air, coughing as he shook. He gripped his head as the music began to increase again. "No! I won't listen!!".

  "A-Annie?!" Her voice echoed, causing his body to back away from her. He was semi in control but it was still hard to break free. He could still hear the music and miracle queen inside his head.

  "N-No!" He gasped, still gripping his head. "Get out of my head!"

  "Annie!" Lady Noir gasped, her voice echoing. "Let me go! I have to help him!"

  "Noir, stay back!" The phoenix boy's voice declared. "He's under that akuma's control!"

  "I can get through to him!" She called out. He flinched as he felt her hands on his face. "Annie, it's me. It's Lady Noir. Your best friend... remember? We're best friends!"

  "Kill her!" Miracle Queen's voice echoed, causing the music to increase as he tried to stop himself from wrapping his hands around her throat.

  "Annie, don't listen to her!"

  Luka...

  "Annie?"

  Luka...

  "Annie?!" Lady Noir screamed before it completely turned black...

  ~Luka's Mind Hut~

  Luka gasped as he opened his eyes, finding himself in the hut where Feng lives. He frowned to himself as he looked around. In the distance, he could still hear Miracle Queen's music but it wasn't as loud. He stood up as he sensed someone with him, causing him to turn around as he expected it to be Feng. However, the man sat calmly in front of him wasn't Feng but only resembled him. His hair was long and black. Part of it had a silver ribbon tied to it and he wore a blue tang shirt with silver detail and light gray pants. His legs had bandages over them and he wore black shoes while he wore dark blue gloves that were elbow length and fingerless on his hands. His eyes were closed, causing Luka to frown a little before he opened them and looked at him. Like Feng's, they were silver.

  "Hello, Luka," He sat, making Luka blink as for a moment, the man's outfit changed to one that resembled the phoenix miraculous.

  ".... You used the phoenix miraculous, didn't you?" He asked, causing him to nod before a name came into Luka's mind. "Tóutāi... that's your name?"

  "Yes," He replied, making Luka frown as he looked around. "Feng is somewhere else. I know you're more familiar with him but..."

  "You can help me?" He asked, causing Tóutāi to nod. "Miracle Queen's song... it's controlling me... how do I stop it? I can't stop hearing it,"

  "You're a musical empath right?" He asked, making Luka nod. "So use your music,"

  "My... music?" He asked, confused. "But I don't have my guitar,"

  "This is your place as much as it's ours," Tóutāi replied, making Luka blink as he held a pipa and began to play it. "So if you want your guitar, you just have to think about it,"

  "My... guitar..." Luka muttered, confused but then he felt his acoustic in his hand. He looked down and saw it. He moved his fingers across the board and closed his eyes, beginning to play. At first, it was quiet and he wasn't sure what to play but then he began to play louder and better as he started to play Marinette's song, pouring his emotions into his music and slowly but surely, he felt Miracle Queen's control slipping even more. He closed his eyes as he slipped into the song, feeling the emotions he felt when he wrote it. When he next opened his eyes, he was no longer in his hut but leaning against Lady Noir's chest as she held him, causing his face to heat up as he pulled away.

  "Annie?!" She gasped, surprised as he looked around. Miracle Queen saw him and pointed at him.

  "Finish them!" She screamed, causing him glare at her before he got up. "What?! Answer your queen!"

  "You are not my queen!" He snarled, making everyone gasp in surprise as he glared at her. "Time to end this! Lucky charm!"

  He threw his yoyo in the air and caught the teapot before gasping as he worked out what it mean. He hooked it to his belt and picked up Lady Noir, making her blink as he jumped away and across Paris. She held onto him as he did.

  "I'm sorry..." He whispered, making her look at him. "I... I nearly killed-"

  "Shh," She stated as they reached Master Fu's. "It's ok. You were under her spell but you're free now,"

  "I'm still sorry," He muttered as they came through the window. Anatis frowned as his miraculous beeped. He needed to detransform but he wasn't sure if Miracle Queen could see through Master Fu, who was stood staring with orange eyes. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over him as Lady Noir covered her eyes, allowing him to detransform. He caught Tikki and gave her a cookie before he walked over to the phonograph and put in the secret code. He took out the miracle box and opened it, grabbing the dragon miraculous and the snake miraculous before turning to Lady Noir and placed the miraculous in her free hand. "Time to show Hawkmoth and Miracle Queen that they don't get to mess with us or our heads,"

  "Sounds like a plan to me," Lady Noir grinned, taking the choker and putting it as he transformed back into Anatis before opening her eyes and greeting Longg. He put the snake miraculous on before closing the box and putting it back in the phonograph as Lady Noir held out her hands. "Plagg, Long. Unify!"

  A red glow covered her outfit as it gave her a red tail with gold detail on her left leg. Her right leg got a thigh boot and her gloves turned red with gold detail. Her ears got red insides with a gold strip while two horns appeared below them,. Her collar turned red with a gold trim and her mask gained red and gold triangles. A red circle appeared on her chest with a water drop, a cloud and a lightning strike in the middle. The ring around it was green and her eyes had turned green with yellow scleras. Finally a sword appeared on her back as Anatis held out his hands.

  "Tikki, Sass. Unify!" He declared, causing a green light to engulf him, turning him back into Red Mamba. "Ready to go, Black Dragon?"

  "Let's go kick Lila's butt!" She grinned, causing the two heroes to jump out of the window, heading back to the Trocadéro Gardens. It didn't take them long to get there but when they did, Miracle Queen had gotten up and Mayura's moth monster was about to take down the new heroes while Hawkmoth and Koro were equally matched. Miracle Queen laughed as she twirled her flute. Red Mamba narrowed his eyes and flicked his bracelet, activating second chance.

  "I don't know how you broke out of my control, you dirty beetle but soon, I'll have you back under my control!" She declared before playing her flute and throwing the ball of light up in the air. It burst and amplified the tune already there, causing it to overtake everyone as she laughed before noticing he wasn't affected. She ordered them to attack him, causing him to jump back and flick his bracelet back. 

  "I don't know how you broke out of my control, you dirty beetle but soon, I'll have you back under my control!" She declared but he threw his yoyo, knocking back her flute. However, she dodged it and managed to get the tune out, controlling everyone again. He flicked his bracelet back again.

  "I don't know how you broke out of my control, you dirty beetle but soon, I'll have you back under my control!" She declared but this time he didn't hit her./

  "Black Dragon, use water dragon!" He ordered, causing Black Dragon to nod.

  "Water Dragon!" She declared, using her sword to create a shield around them as Miracle Queen used her power. However, this time it didn't affect Black Dragon. "Whoa!"

  "Water blocks sound," He replied, smirking before he threw up his yoyo. "Lucky charm!"

  A violin with appeared out of thin air, causing Red Mamba to grab it as he looked around to work out what to do.

  "Get them!" Miracle Queen screeched, pointing to them as Phénix, Dame, Aroma and Snowbird charged at them. "Get me their miraculous!!"

  The four heroes dived through the water but as soon as they did, their eyes returned back to their normal colors and they looked around confused as Miracle Queen screamed in annoyance and summoned civilians to try and attack them. Red Mamba saw Phénix and Dame light up before followed by the violin and Black Dragon's wind symbol. 

  "I have a plan," He stated, making everyone look at him before pointing at Dame. "I need you to use Empower on everyone in this bubble,"

  "Um..." She stated, confused as to how he knew that. As far as she knew, he had no idea what her miraculous was but Red Mamba turned to Phénix. 

  "Once Dame uses her power, you need to activate Ash Phoenix." He stated, making Phénix blink in surprise. "Black Dragon, I'll need you to release the water bubble then use Wind Dragon to direct Phénix at Miracle Queen. Once you're there, you need to grab her fox pendant,"

  "Sure thing, danger noodle," She grinned, giving him a salute. He smiled softly at her before Phénix cleared his voice.

  "And the mind control?" He asked as Red Mamba smirked and pointed to the violin.

  "That's what this is for," He replied, placing it under his chin. "Her song only controls if you can hear it, which is why we need Empower. Not only will it make your powers more powerful but it will amplify my own ability,"

  "Alright," Dame declared, holding up her sword before charging it up. "Empower!"

  A green glow appeared over the blade, causing her to tap each one with it. Red Mamba began to play the violin but he didn't just play the music, he played the emotions. On  a normal level, it was power but been amplified with empower, caused it to be much more powerful then Miracle Queen's song. Phénix took a deep breathe as he felt courage replace his fear.

  "Ash Phoenix!" He declared, turning into ash as Black Dragon released the water bubble.

  "Wind dragon!" She declared, transforming into the actual wind. When she combined with the ash that is Phénix, they became a small tornado, which knocked Miracle Queen off her feet. Phénix reformed and grabbed her fox pendant before throwing it to Black Dragon as she reformed.

  "Give that back!" Miracle Queen screamed as Black Dragon caught it.

  "Cataclysm!" She declared, causing it to turn to dust as Miracle Queen screamed out as the akuma escaped. They saw Hawkmoth glare down at the scene before he jumped onto the sentimonster with Mayura and flew away with Koro going after them. Red Mamba stopped playing, causing everyone to fall under her spell again, apart from him. He quickly catch the akuma and released it before throwing his violin into the air.

  "Miraculous Ladybugs!" He declared, causing it to burst into the cure and spread through Paris, fixing everything and freeing all from Miracle Queen's control. It came back and wrapped around the heroes, freeing them before disappearing. "Tikki, Sass. Divide,"

  Sass manifested as he turned back into Anatis, allowing him to catch him as Black Dragon blinked as the other heroes looked around.

  "Wow," Snowbird gasped, looking at Anatis with stars in her eyes. "You did it!!"

  "Of course, he did," Black Dragon grinned, making him blush a little. "Anyway... Plagg, Longg, divide,"

  She caught Longg as she turned back into Lady Noir, causing Anatis to smile at her before they turned their attention on Miracle Queen, who turned back into Lila. Anatis frowned deeply as he looked at her.

  "Lila Rossi, why am I not surprised?" He asked, making her blink and look at him. 

  "Oh, Anatis! I'm so sorry!" She gasped as fake tears filled her eyes. "I was just so upset about my parents-"

  "I get it," He stated, surprising everyone as he put the snake miraculous into the yoyo and walked over. He held out his hand for her, causing her to blink before she took it and he pulled her to her feet. However, his grip tightened and moved his lips close to ear, making her wince in surprise and pain. "I see you've made your choice, Rossi,"

  "W-What?" She gasped, genuinely caught off guard.

  "You've made it abundantly clear that we are playing on different sides of the board. You've decided to move against me and I know you're somehow working with Hawkmoth," He stated in a calm but chilling voice. It genuinely frightened her. "So let me make this very clear. You and I are at war and I will do everything in my power to ensure that you get what's coming to you, Rossi and do whatever it takes to expose you for the monster you are,"

  He pulled away and gave her a smile as a chill went down her spine. He was deadly serious and she knew it.

  "I'm sure you'll understand that we can't help you get home," He stated as his miraculous beeped, along with the others. "Let's go,"

  The heroes ran off, leaving Lila to shake in fear as Anatis' words haunted her.

  ~Later that Day~

  "I hereby name today Anatis day!" The mayor declared as everyone clapped. Anatis and Lady Noir hadn't turned up but no one was surprised. They had just dealt with a very dangerous akuma and as far as Paris was concerned, they were allowed a moment to themselves. Instead, they had returned to Master Fu's and given back the miraculous before taking him up to meet the other heroes and their leader Koro, which was where they were now. Anatis was leaning against the wall, unsure what to make off the whole situation. Lady Noir was stood next to him, making sure he was ok while Master Fu talked to Koro.

  "I thought all the guardians had perished," He stated, making the two heroes look over. Koro looked over at the Paris skyline.

  "I left before that," She explained, making them frown. Her heroes had gone home and she had reclaimed their miraculous in private. "I turned my back on the guardians long ago,"

  "Why now?" Anatis asked, making her look at him. "How long have you been in Paris and why appear now?!"

  "Annie," Lady Noir stated, making her blink as she gently rubbed his arm. He instantly calmed down as if her touch had soothed him. It reminded her of how Tóutāi would calm her down. Her expression softened as she looked at them. She knew young love when she saw it.

  "I've been in Paris since Hawkmoth's first attack," She admitted, making them all look at her. "I was just planning to observe as I didn't want to get involved,"

  "Then why did you?" Anatis asked, clearly annoyed by her answer. 

  "Because my beloved asked me to," She stated, placing a hand over her chest as the three of them gave her a confused look. "I am the guardian of the western box but also the wife of the celestial guardian,"

  "Su Han?" Master Fu asked but to their surprise, Koro growled.

  "Do not mention that traitor's name!" She growled, making them look at her. "He was not the true guardian! My beloved Tóutāi was!"

  "Tóutāi?" Anatis asked, making her look at him before she narrowed her eyes.

  "You recognize the name, don't you?" She asked, making him glance to the side. "I knew there was something different about you, Anatis. Not many can break free from mind control like you did and I know you knew what the powers of the wyvern and phoenix miraculous were. My students told me... just who... or what are you?"

  "Wouldn't you like to know?" He shoot back, making her glare at him as he pushed off the wall. "I'm going home. Koro, thanks for your help but stay out of my way... since that's what you want,"

  "You don't trust me," She declared but she didn't sound hurt.

  "It's not like the feeling isn't mutual," He stated, coolly before turning to Lady Noir. "See you later, Kitten,"

  With that, he jumped off and swung away. It didn't take him long but soon he landed on the liberty and slipped through the porthole, detransforming as he did. He caught Tikki and gave her a cookie before lying down on his bed and letting out a sigh. Today had been difficult to say the least. He let out a sigh and curled up as Tikki floated over. 

  "Tikki,"

  "Hmm?" She asked as she ate the cookie.

  "Who is Tóutāi?" He asked, making her look at him in surprise. "You know him don't you?"

  "He was one of the celestial guardians of the miraculous," She stated, making him frown. "There's been six in total. Master Feng was the first but then there was Master Khnurn, Master Alpheus, Master Rene, Master Tóutāi and Master Su Han..."

  "Koro called Su Han a traitor,"

  "Well... he's the only one who isn't like the others," She stated, looking at her paws. "It's rumored that the Celestial guardians were special. You see they are the reincarnations of Hao Feng,"

  "But Su Han isn't... is he?" Luka asked, frowning. Tikki shook her head. "So how did he become the next Celestial guardian and why isn't it the next reincarnation of Feng?"

  "I don't know, Luka," She explained, making him frown. "I don't know,"

  ~Hawkmoth's Lair~

  "Are you ok?" Nathalie asked as Gabriel sat, holding his head. She frowned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I'm sorry that it didn't go the way you wanted..."

  "Miracle Queen may have been a failure but we learnt something else today," He stated, opening his eyes. "There is another guardian in Paris. One that even Anatis didn't know about and I want her miraculous but more importantly... there might be other miraculous in the world. Nathalie, I want you to search for them. If there are other then I must obtain them!"

  "Of course, Gabriel," She replied, nodding. "Once you have them, Anatis will fall,"

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Next Chapter: Coming soon

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It won’t be long we’ll meet again

Pairing: Ashton x Female reader

Word count: 6775

Warning: angst, feelings, smut

Author’s note: This is the chapter 2 (and closure) to ‘The end of heartache’. I hope you’ll love this too, and would just like to thank the support to those who were kind enough to write any kind of feedback on Chapter 1. :) I hope this won’t disappoint either. Take care and enjoy your read.

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You miss him. As plain as that sounds, sometimes the simplest words carry the heaviest burdens.

Six months ago you left your apartment with a sleeping Ashton in your bed, after he fucked you in that bed, and you convinced yourself that you don’t care about his motivation after all. You were glad it happened but eventually it just made things more difficult and painful for you.

Because although he’s never been yours, losing him broke your heart. That night you’ve spent together was… good. Obviously way more than just good. But why did he decide to come after you? He’s been in a seemingly happy relationship, then why? No doubt, he probably just felt pity for you after your confession. He always had a good and caring heart, you wouldn’t wonder if this was the case. Well, it really doesn’t matter now, does it? You took that risk; you knew what you were about to do, and as far as you remember your first thought was that you shouldn’t… yet you did nothing to stop him or rather you doing it. Now you were ready to pay the price for your decision, and you’re doing exactly this, painful or not.

Six months have passed since you left but you haven’t talked to any of them since. Well, not in live. Your communication went through emails, tweets and DMs on twitter, but those were very rare, you tried to keep it that way. After you had arrived and settled in your new living space you sent them an email with your address and the company’s name you were working at, at that time.

One day a delivery guy has left a small package for you at the reception of the building you were living in. The tiny velvet box hid a pretty white gold necklace with an angel wing medal; the gift card attached to it wished you all the best and let you know about a certain protection sentiment behind it, and was signed as C.A.L.M under that with the real signatures of Cal, Ash, Lu and Mike. An immediate smile crept on your face, because knowing the guys too well, this was either Cal’s or Ashton’s idea, and if you had to place a bet, your vote would be for Ash. No offense to Luke and Mikey, but they are not as thoughtful as the other two, and they are perfectly aware of this. This is again something that doesn’t make the disengagement easier for you, but you happily and proudly wear that beautiful necklace since the moment you have received it.

In the meantime you have changed a job, because two months ago you left that marketing position for a once in a lifetime opportunity – you were hired at iHeartRadio New York City in a program manager assistant position for one of its afternoon show. Everything was so new and fast and challenging, you had so many things to learn and do and still get used to, that you didn’t find the time and way to let the guys know about this new situation.

 * * *

 That day started pretty usual and normal, though at some point you should have started to suspect and prepare for the opposite. Just not long after you put your foot in the skyscraper building, there was a complete power outage; you had to call firefighters to help the trapped people escape from the elevators. You had to call the building maintenance guys to restore the electricity so the ca. 150 companies (including the city’s biggest radio station) can continue to work. You had to call some technicians to try to resettle your servers and computers. They managed to do that, however some of your fax machines have completely died due to the blackout, therefore you were asked to pass over a few important papers to one of your presenters shortly being on air, that he’d need to interview his guests that are already in the building. The entire 15th floor was your radio’s, so you picked up the folder and ran across the long hallway to reach the glass window studio on time. It was an impressive performance with 3 inches heels on your feet. After delivering the “goods” you joked to yourself that you should consider entering the next sprint competition that’s going to be held in the city. If you can do it on heels you’d have a good chance without them as well. You realized you needed to use the bathroom before returning back to your office, therefore you made a quick left turn on the corridor, but you didn’t get to the women’s restroom, because a familiar figure leaned against the wall next to the men’s restroom typing on his cellphone. You went closer, because you didn’t want to believe your eyes; your heart was pounding against your chest heavier than ever before.

 “Mi-Mikey?!” as you called his name he lowered his hands with the phone in them, turned around and as he realized who dared speak to him, his eyes widened and with that drive you wrapped your arms around his neck clinging to him like a startled sparrow.

“Y/N! What are you…, how?” he hugged you back tight.

“I’m working here” you responded as you let him go and took a step back so you can check him out.

“But we thought you’re at that marketing company.”

“I know and I was, this opportunity came 2 months ago” you started to gaze your feet as you felt your conscience remind you of all the missed chances to let your friends know about this new job. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier” you looked up at him with literal shame in your eyes.

“We kinda got used to it by now…” he smiled at you.

“I…I’m…”

“Just kidding, it’s so good to see you!” a grin appears on his face and that slightly reassures your nerves and remorse too.

“The others?”

“I guard the door while they are inside using whatever toilet they have to” he rolled his eyes. “I swear to you they’re still a bunch of babies, I told them to use the bathroom in the hotel, but nah, we’re good. You can see how good they are…” he points at the door of the men’s restroom making you laugh with his comment.

“What’s up Mike, now you’re talking to yourse…” – the door opened and as Luke came out first he couldn’t even finish the sentence coz after Mikey you appeared in his field of view and you got the same reaction as from Mikey.

“Y/N?!”

“Me” and you took a step towards him too to wrap your hands around his neck.

“What are you doing here?” he stroked your back quickly.

“I’ll tell you everything, just wait for the other two now so I don’t have to repeat myself four times”

“I’ll tell your girlfriends that you two beguile the lady assistants at every radio station we put our feet into…” came another familiar voice from the opening door, and this time you could surprise Calum.

“Man, I think they wouldn’t mind this one…” smiled Luke.

“Cal!!!!!!” you jumped into his neck and he held you tight to himself lifting you up a bit, your feet not touching the ground below you.

“Holy shit, girl, what are…” he started asking the obvious question as he put you down back on your feet.

“I know, what am I doing here, and I swear I’m going to answer just…”

 And this time you were the one who couldn’t finish your sentence coz the door has been opened for the third time and Ashton stepped outside looking confused for a second at the sight of the little group gathering until he found the incongruous member of his band. The others fell silent as if someone has stopped the time and cut you out of this scene. Actually, time has stopped for you too, because you weren’t exactly prepared for this spectacle either, seeing him obviously brought back memories, but even if those memories didn’t exist, he looked so handsome, so good-looking in his set that consisted of a black torn jeans and a black button-up shirt with the first few buttons being unbuttoned leaving a perfect view at his subtly muscular chest, that you felt a little bit lost at that moment.

 “Y/N?”

“Hi Ash…” you bit your bottom lip to feel some kind of pain that holds you back from collapsing inside and burst into tears in front of them. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, so you took that first step to hug him too, though evidently not with the same vehemence as you did with the other three. Your hands rested on his back and only for a few seconds, his hands mirrored your movements on your back, a few gentle caresses and you let each other go pretty quickly. Quick enough to feel this hug awkward, but you guess that’s what you get when you fuck with someone you consider a friend even though you feel way more for him.

“Hi, sweetheart” he smiled at you and this gesture eased the tension in you enough to get your shit together.

You took a short glance at the other three behind you, and they stared at you two as if they were watching bombs that could explode at any minute. Is it possible that they know something about what has happened between us months ago? Ahh, anyway, I have no time for this now, now that these four stand in front of me, still a total miracle and a quite big shock at the same time. You took a big breath and started telling them very quickly about your job change.

“Who did you come to?” you asked from any of them.

“Greg? Is it Greg?” Lu asked back.

“Ah so it’s you guys who he’s waiting for. Actually I just brought his papers for him, so he can ask questions from you” you grinned.

“I thought it worked a bit more modern these days” Ash smirked.

“It does, smartass, we just had a… bit of a situation in the morning, and all electronics went to shit due to a power outage.”

“And if it wasn’t for that, we wouldn’t have you right here right now” Cal came and gave you a half hug.

“Guys, I missed you so much, you have no idea.”

“Boys, we have one minute left…” Mike warned you and you literally saw the panic in his eyes as he looked around your little branch.

“What is it Mikey?” you asked.

“It’s just… we have to go, and I assume you have to go back to work too, but we’re staying for the night and leave only tomorrow, so I thought we could meet for a dinner somewhere? I mean, only if you want it, too, of course!” he sputtered and was eyeing Cal and Luke, though Ashton got a glance from him too.

“I’d be more than happy to do that with you guys” you shrugged with a smile on your face.

“Since you live here, you can recommend a restaurant maybe?”

“What about Ceci? It’s Italian and it’s only three corners down this avenue.”

“Sounds awesome. When will you finish?”

“At 4.”

“Then 6? Is that good?”

“Then 6, it is.”

“See you at Ceci, baby” Cal hugged you first, and all the others joined him, resulting in you melting in a group hug.

“Good luck and see you soon” you waved them goodbye, and with a huge smile on your face and a long-awaited excitement in your heart you headed back to your office.

 * * *

“Target #1 in the building” Cal made a comment.

“We can see that as well, Captain Obvious” snapped Mikey.

“Dude, calm down, and let me remind you that this whole thing was your idea.”

“I know… thanks again, Captain Obvious.”

“If you won’t stop with the captain thing, I’ll hit you on the head.”

“Would you please shut up for a minute, both of you. I can’t see from the noise you two make” Luke intervenes.

“Anyway, what’s your problem? We’re good so far, aren’t we?” Cal continues.

“But what if Ash sensed something? Weren’t we too obvious with the ‘buying gifts for the girls’ thing?”

“Don’t think so man, last time I checked we do have girlfriends…” Luke tried to reassure Mike.

“But Cal doesn’t.”

“And? I focus on myself right now!” snapped back Cal resentfully.

“Dude, that’s not the point! Good for you. I just want this to work.”

“He’s gonna be here.”

“Young amigos, if we don’t go anywhere I have to ask you to get out of the car” says the driver of the taxi they sat in. “You know I have a big family, have to give them food.”

“Luke, give me 40 bucks.”

“Why me?”

“Coz your net worth is the highest, and I’m just a poor guitarist from Sydney” scoffs Mikey.

“If this is gonna work, Ash owes me…” mumbles Luke as he slaps the money in Mike’s hand at the passenger’s seat.

“Are you sure you don’t have Scottish or Jewish ancestors…?” Mike side eyed Luke. “If this is gonna work, I’ll personally give this back to you, you mean bastard.”

“Oh shut up, Clifford.”

“Does this cover an hour route?” Mike holds out the money to the driver.

“Si senor, it’ll do.”

“Guys! Guys, target #2 is approaching the building…” Cal’s voice warned the quarreling couple, and all four men in the taxi looked in the direction of the restaurant on the other side of the road.

 * * *

 You completely lost your sense of time after you went home from the studio. To your biggest luck you have found a flat incredibly close to your workplace, actually it’s halfway through  between the studio and the restaurant, so you had time to try out at least 20 clothing combinations for the dinner. Based on how the day had started you would not have dared dream that it would end like this. You came here with the thought you’ll never see them again, and here you are, you’ll have a date with four of your best friends, and that makes you beyond excited. The long and short of it is that you ended up 15 minutes earlier at the restaurant, wearing your favorite black torn jeans with a simple V-neck white t-shirt and matching black high heels.

You were checking your phone every minute preparing yourself for them to write you in the last possible second that they’re sorry but won’t be able to make it, but no message has arrived, so you started becoming very excited by every passing minute. You were about to put your phone on the table when you looked up from it and glimpsed Ashton walking towards the table you were sitting at, the table that was booked by Mr. Clifford for 5. You rose from your seat to greet him and grabbed the opportunity to check him out very quickly and hopefully not too strikingly.

“You look wonderful” he hugged you with one hand “…and I like the jeans” he added grinning at you as his eyes lowered to the knee part of your jeans where it’s been torn.

“Well, I have to admit, there’s a slight Irwin impact on my fashion sense regarding jeans.”

“I’ll have a greater legacy than Versace” he joked.

“Ahh as to Versace, have you watched the second…”

“I have and I had no one I could talk about it with” he said semi-sadly, semi-excitedly not even waiting for you to finish the sentence.

“I know, me neither. I missed our regular series talk shows” you smiled at him.

“Anyway, it was definitely shockingly brilliant.”

 He hardly finished the sentence; the receptionist came towards you and stopped next to your table. You looked up at her simultaneously.

 “Sorry for interrupting you, I would like to apologize for the inconvenience, but Mr. Clifford just phoned us and let us know, that the remaining 3 person won’t be joining you, therefore I’d like to escort you to a quieter, more private table for two, if you don’t mind” she has flashed her nicest smile at you two.

 Both Ashton and you looked at your phones at the same time looking for some explanation behind this situation but neither of you got any messages from any of the guys and looked up from your phones as confused as the other.

 “We haven’t ordered yet, so it’s fine for me…” he told the receptionist but he looked at you all the way waiting for an approval.

“Yeah, it’s okay, of course” you blinked still confused.

“Thank you very much. As a compensation for the inconvenience, tonight’s drinks are on the restaurant.”

 You stood up and followed the lady in front of you, while looking at each other conspiratorially, because you knew something that the management of the restaurant did not - namely neither Ash nor you drank any alcohol, so the worst that can happen is the mineral water stock will be less with a few bottles.

As soon as you put your bottoms down on your seats, a waitress came to take your order, and to your waters you ordered a Caesar salad and Ash stayed with a steak though he chose salad as garnish too.

“Never thought you were the salad type” Ash noted.

“Believe me, I am still not, but you should have seen the food I was poisoning myself with since being here. My body really can use a lighter meal now. I’m literally craving it.”

“Can’t blame you. I guess everyone’s first thing to do when arriving in New York is to try all the food we see on Man vs. Food.”

“Yeah, that’s how I got to know the city, basically” you laughed. “Uhm, as to those three bastards you call your bandmates and I called friends… I assume you didn’t know about this” you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“No, I didn’t. They told me they’re going gift shopping, and that they’ll join us in time.” “Obviously they won’t now” the right corner of your mouth pulled in a sarcastic smile.

“If you don’t feel like it, we don’t have to do this…”

“Ash, no, it’s not why I…” your hand has swung quicker than you thought and by the time you realized, it already rested on Ash’s forearm, trying to keep him from standing up from the table. As soon as you saw why he’s looking at his arm you jerked your hand back.

“Hey, I didn’t plan to go anywhere“ he smiled at you seeing you blushing as he really just adjusted his chair.

“Sorry…” you whispered feeling ashamed, not exactly knowing why though.

“No, it’s okay… Actually, I’d like to talk to you about something.”

 You swallowed as if you had known what’s coming.

 “Can we talk about us?”

“Us?”

“Yes, us and that particular night. Should I remind you of…”

“No. It’s not something that just disappears. Not after how we said goodbye” you tucked your lips between your teeth as an automatic reflex because you felt your pulse getting higher, and your anxiety creeping up.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a goodbye…”

“But it was.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you left? We could have talked.”

“You know, I thought about it a lot since then. Even felt certain guilt. But that day was emotional enough for me, besides my life here was already pretty much prepared. At that moment it felt right.”

“And now?”

“Ash… Why did you come to me that night in the first place?” you started losing your patience as you felt him calling you to account. You wanted to show him he’s not the only one with questions.

“What do you think?”

“For months I was convinced it was out of pity from your side.”

“Out of pity… But did that really feel like it though?”

“I don’t know, Ash. Again, that day was hard enough and you didn’t make the things easier either.”

“Did you know you left a mark on me? Nail scratches on both my shoulder blades” he smiled. “A few days later I became single.”

“I didn’t want to get you in trouble” you told him with honesty and worry in your voice. You really had no idea that they are no longer together.

“It has nothing to do with it; I just thought I’ll let you know, since it made me smile when I noticed it at home. And as far as I remember it was me who knocked on your door…”

“But I could have told you to leave…” you quickly closed your eyes as instant memory moments rushed through your mind about the exact scene you were talking about. How he kissed you and picked you up in his lap, and how much you didn’t exactly protest against it, but kissed him back and wrapped your legs around his waist instead… About how your body reacted to his in a millisecond.

“Did you regret what we’ve done back then?”

“No” you said after a few seconds of silence. “But it just made things more difficult for me.”

“As of?”

“Leaving behind what I wanted to leave behind. Forgetting you” you felt a sudden sadness as you uttered these words aloud.

 You didn’t even notice how easily you eased into your conversation and that the anxiety you felt at the beginning just disappeared most likely thanks to the calmness that flowed out of Ashton, the soothing tone of his voice, the way he spoke to you.

You loved how honestly and openly you could talk about this, when it could have turned out enormously awkward as well.

 “And you? Did you regret that you came to my apartment that night?” you rested your elbow on the table while supported your head with your palm.

“No. It made me realize a few things.”

“As of?” you smiled.

“You know I don’t believe in too many things, but what I believe in is that there are no coincidences. Us meeting here, totally accidentally, has to have a greater purpose. And I’d like to tell you something and I’d like you to listen to me. I want you to know that I liked you all along. From the beginning. I always thought we had a special connection and we understood each other quite well. But I was stupid and thought we’re friends, and it’s not gonna lead anywhere, you know, you don’t shit in your own backyard… And this is what I regretted. That simply out of fear I didn’t even try to give it a chance, and when you confessed six months ago it kinda slapped me in the face. The only thing I could tell you was that I was sorry. That’s what I felt sorry about. Not you. My own self and my missed opportunity. That I was satisfied with less when I could have something more valuable too. You helped me open my eyes and as it hit me, I wanted to see you. That’s why I visited you that night.”

 As he said all these things to you, your heart just wished to leave your body. Never in your wildest dreams could you imagine that he, in any way, could feel the same like you, and now here you are.

The whirlwind came and you looked down at the table, lips trembling and the first stream of tears rolled down your face. He reached for your hand, gently grabbed it with his and you squeezed it letting all the remaining tension and anxiety go, as his thumb brushed your skin.

 “So now you know. Pity never was on the table.”

 Wiping those few stray tear drops you smiled at him as you still hold hands.

 “This whole situation is because of me, coz I fucked that up, and for this I am sorry too.”

“Ash… it doesn’t matter now. I’m glad you’re here, I’m glad we’re here. And I’d just like to hug you now, so bad” a liberated shred of laughter escaped your lips.

“I can promise you we’ll get round to it” he flashed a smile at you squeezing your hand once more before he let it go, as your ordered meals had arrived.

 * * *

 While eating you could continue with much lighter topics; he let you into their plans and ongoing work with their new material and all the shenanigans you missed while being in the other side of the states, and you told him about the musical legends and celebs you had the pleasure to meet thanks to your last two months at the radio.  It was around 8pm when you left Ceci, and tried to find a secluded place on the sidewalk where you aren’t in the way of others and they aren’t in yours.

 “Can I collect my hug now?” you smiled at him and just hoped you don’t sound too desperate, though you were not sure whether he would care at all if you did.

 You certainly did not care. Your heart got lighter, your eyes shined brighter after your dinner, and just feeling him this close, like never before, filled you with such happiness you never thought you’ll feel again. He pulled you closer and you went upon your tiptoes to wrap your hands around his neck while his arms slithered around your waist wreathing you into a tight hug. Your senses were looking for the familiar feelings - his citrus scent filled up your nose, your arms rested safely on his wide shoulders providing you the sense of security that you felt only with him.

You very slowly let go of him and stood back on your feet, as your eyes kept holding onto each other’s.

His fingertips ghosted along your arms going down to reach their destination in your palms.

 “Can I kiss you?” his eyes hiding a slight insecurity were searching yours.

“Are you really asking for permission when…” you smiled.

“I am, because this is our first date” he wasn’t waiting for you to finish.

“Then please, kiss me” you whispered still smiling.

 His hands let go of yours and found their new place on your waist pulling you closer and on the side of your neck angling your face slightly upwards so he can attach his lips on yours while your hands slid up to rest on his chest.

This kiss was different from what you shared the last time, of course no wonder, since that night wasn’t exactly about the most extensive and deepest exploration of the other. You simply didn’t have time for that, and weren’t in that particular headspace.

This kiss was feathery, gentle and exploratory – the kind that makes you lose your mind.

You felt yourself in a dream and as the seconds went by, you sensibly became needier; his fingertips pressed harder on your waist while your hands grasped his shirt on his stomach. A sense rushed through your veins, a recognition, that made you feel almost ashamed and shy for wanting to be with him again.

 A loud honk reminded you that you’re in the middle of the street, so you slowly let each other go, and still feeling the ghost of his lips on yours you leaned your forehead against his collarbone slightly shaking your head as you let out a heavier sigh.

 “Damn…”

“What?” his tone gave away that he’s smiling.

“I feel like I should be ashamed of the thoughts that are filling my mind right now.”

“If they are anything similar to mine, then yeah, you should…”

 His remark made you chuckle into his chest. You lifted your eyes on him and you felt exactly the same way as you did six months ago that night when you stood in the hall of your apartment staring at each other, trying to read from the other’s eyes and face. And again, just like back then, there was no question to which the answers couldn’t have been found in your eyes.

 “Come…” you intertwined your fingers and took a few steps backwards never breaking the eye contact.

“Where are we…” he asked as you started heading down the road.

“My flat is two minutes away.”

 * * *

 “Wake up you two! They are out!” Cal shouted, and the other three gentlemen in the car hoisted in their seats. “Not you, Pedro, you can sleep back.”

“This is my car, I wanna watch!” the driver stared out his window sticking to the windowpane, and Cal just shrugged.

“Awww, they are hugging”

“Thanks for the live broadcast, mate, but I’d rather check it myself” Luke just tried to push Cal out of the way so he can see something with his own eyes too.

“Oh, that senorita is la belleza; I’d hug her too…” Pedro remarked and his passengers shared a quick glance that made obvious what they think about their plus one – they managed to get stuck with a perv.

“Woah woah woah, oh my god, come on Ash, you get it dude!” shouted Cal as they watched their two targets embrace in a kiss.

“Yesss” Luke cried out joining in the celebration.

“Could you please move over, that’s my friend, I have to see them” Mike tried to push the driver away.

“I wanna see, I wanna see” their ad hoc driver fought back, and as he did, his elbow pressed the honk on the steering wheel.

 All four of them pulled their heads down immediately, searching for cover behind the doors of the vehicle.

 “Man, you can ruin everything” Mikey yelled at the driver grumpily.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to cause trouble” their driver justified himself.

 Carefully and very slowly they all rose from their cover, and saw the targets still standing on the sidewalk, although not kissing.

 “Let’s just hope they’ll find a hotel, if I were them I’d do…” Cal made the comment.

“Dude, you need to get laid soon…” Luke shook his head in response to Cal cocking his eyebrow.

“Just like he will be…?!” Cal indicated out the window, pointing at the pair as they hold hands and the girl takes a few steps backward still facing their bandmate.

“Damn, I’m a genius…” grinned Mikey.

 * * *

 While waiting for the elevator in the building you hardly could let each other catch your breath, being able to kiss him without any heartbreak or shame felt beyond liberating.

 “Waiiiit, shit” he pulled away from you.

“What’s wrong?”

“This time I don’t have any condoms, I wasn’t expecting… the whole press tour or this evening to take such a turn” he whispered.

“This only means… you have to… pull out in time…” you kissed it on his lips. “Can you do that for me?”

“Do you trust me?” he cupped your face looking in your eyes with his very serious ones. After all you were about to play a dangerous game, that can have consequences, so you had to be sure, you take this risk. But you trusted him more than anyone.

“You know I do.”

 After getting back to your flat, between passionate kisses you helped each other get rid of your clothes and shortly you found yourselves naked on the couch, discarded clothes here and there on the floor around you.

Ash sat on the couch; you stood in front of him as he, kissing the skin on your stomach, pushed your last piece of cloth you had on -your panties- down your legs.

Straddling him you were holding onto his shoulders, and you slowly ran down your nails on his chest to his stomach very lightly. He most likely worked out more in the last six months; his abs became more defined than what you were remembering.

He reached up to pull you closer by the back of your neck merging you in a kiss that you were getting so many in the last 20 minutes from, and yet you couldn’t get enough.

You slid your hand lower to take his hardness and as you wrapped your fingers around it he moaned into your mouth just fueling your desire to give him as much pleasure as you can. You quickly started caressing him, smearing his pre-cum on his tip, before you lifted yourself on your knees enough to position his cock over your entrance.

 “Wait, are you rea…”

“Am I ready?” you smiled at him and lead his tip over your wetness a few times. “I couldn’t be readier” you leaned towards him to kiss him again rewarding him for his thoughtfulness, since last time he made sure you were ready for him, now your kisses and touches ensured it.

 You leaned your forehead against his as you lowered yourself on him, and a soft whimper escaped both of you at the same time.

 “Fuck, woman…”

“God, you’re magic…” you gasped.

“We are” he tilted his head back against the headrest of the couch, leaving his throat free for you to lick and kiss.

 After getting used to feeling his size inside you again, with the guidance of his hands on your hips you started to grind your hips, first just slowly, up and down, then slightly increasing the pace you were riding him harder letting him fully fill you up.

Your nails scratched down from his shoulders down to his chest leaving a light mark.

 “Old habits die hard?” he breathed out making you smile with it as you brushed your fingers over the marks and you leaned forward to lick into his mouth, your hips never stopping with bouncing up and down on him.

„Is this good?” you asked him as you reached behind you, running your fingers around his balls squeezing them a little. Although you already knew the answer seeing the look in his eyes and hearing the hitches in his breathing. His body gave obvious responses to your touch.

„You haven’t been this chatty last time…” he swallowed back a groan.

„Well, last time you haven’t been this single, either…”

You were like fire on fire, perfectly igniting each other’s arousal. It was like you never felt yourself this alive.

He cupped your breasts in his hands and as you slowed your hips he took his time to caress and massage them, kiss them and suck on your nipples, circling his tongue around them sending you into hyperspace with all this sensation. Now you had the chance to discover what you couldn’t six months earlier.

Your movements slowed down as your thighs started to tire, and Ash sensing this took control over the things from then. His hands found their way back on your hips and he started to pound into you in the same rhythm you moved on him. It’s been a new sensation and his name fell from your lips like a prayer as your pleasure started to build in your core.

 “Please don’t stop, I’m so close” you whispered in his ear whimpering before you took his earlobe with his earring into your mouth pulling on it a little.

 He kept your hips in place and this time it was really just him moving his hips a bit faster than before and you screamed as your walls spamsed around his cock in you. He threw his head back and as his grip loosened on your hips you started moving again riding out your own climax.

He looked back at you and you smiled at him in your delirium, kissing him deeply for the pleasure he gave you.

Reaching under your butt he stood up and took you into your bedroom, putting you down on the bed.

 “Where do you want me?” you asked as you really were ready to give him anything he wants or needs in any position.

“Just lie down. I’d like to see your pretty face as I take you.”

 With only this one sentence he sent a jolt through you again and you did as he told, lying on your back you were waiting for his promise to be fulfilled.

Leaning over you he entered you again and with a louder moan you welcomed back that now familiar and oh so good feeling of having him inside you.  This time he picked up a quicker pace that he slowed down on purpose from time to time, you saw him struggling more and more as he tried to lengthen our moments as long as he can, but six months was six months for him too��

 “Ash, don’t hold it back” you caressed his face. “You can come. I need you to. We’ll have plenty of time to do this…” you brushed his lower lip with your thumb before he leaned down to kiss you.

 After a few more thrusts, he pulled his cock out of you, rested it on your abdomen for a second, and looking down, seeing his length lying under your stomach you wished he could put it back to feel him finish off inside you.

He took his cock in his hand and started to pump it slowly until you reached down almost immediately to replace his hand with yours keeping your constant eye contact. Seeing the lust still shining in his eyes and hearing his groans through his gasping as your warm palm covers his soft skin lightly twirling and moving on it back and forth, paying special attention to the sensitive part right under his tip was the crown of this night for you. Without moving your head, only your eyes wandered down to capture the moment of his cum spilling out onto your stomach, your eyes immediately found back to his, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. Ash’s soft moans filled the room, the moans you could hear with your ears but feel with your soul. Not stopping with stroking him, you slowed down with your movements and he leaned down to kiss you while you still kept his length in your hand, your thumb wiping the last drops off of his tip.

 “I’ll bring a cloth” he whispered on your lips after taking a look down at your stomach covered with the drops of his cum.

“You’ll find some in the bathroom cabinet.”

 You heard him run the tap and soon he came back with a wet cloth helping you get clean, then wiped himself too. After taking it back to the bathroom, he came back and lied down next to you.

 “I like your necklace” he stroked your jewelry hanging around your neck.

“It’s so beautiful, and I love it so much, I didn’t take it off since I received it.”

“Could we give this a chance? Maybe the timing wasn’t right back then, but it can be now. I want this. I want us. I want you.”

“If you’re working on to see me cry again, you’re doing it right” you smiled at him.

“I’m dead serious” he reached out to you and stroked your face.

“I know. And I’d like this too.” you took his hand in yours kissing into his palm.

“Come home to us.”

“I want to. And I will. But I have to close my barely begun life here first” you laughed.

“I won’t let you out of my reach again.”

“You better not, Irwin.”

 He drew a cross over his heart with his pointer finger.

 “In the morning we can work everything out. And this time I’ll be around.”

“Promise?” he smirked.

“Promise” you drew a cross over your heart too and leaning over him you sealed your promise on his lips with a kiss before he playfully pulled you onto his body.

 Caressing and kissing each other you slowly quieted, and with tangled limbs you finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * *

 I can’t recall the last time I was this happy in my life.

Imagining a life where I open my eyes in the morning and the first thing I catch a glimpse of is the beautiful and peaceful face of the man I love was only a dream for me for so many years.

But it’s funny how life can make up for its own mistakes.

I remember the girl from six months earlier. How bad she wanted to touch him, how bad she wanted to kiss him awake, how bad she wanted to put her hand over his heart just to feel its even beating.

And now I’ll just do exactly that.

[btsvt-adventures]

hi!!!!! i was just re-reading your yuri on ice au and if you don't mind, i'd like to know how they celebrate after jisoo places >:3

A/N: I like that evil lil face muaha so this is gonna go a little differently bc … well.. lemons. Am I going back to the citrus scale? yes. Why? be whY NOT. Also this is where I’ll diverge from the original Yuri On Ice plot, mainly bc I want to focus on Jihan >:3

Edit: it’s 4:33am and I just finished writing feCk

Edit #2: THIS AU IS INPIRED BY YURI ON ICE. I'm changing it's name to just Ice Skating AU since I decided to expand on the universe and give Jeonghan a different backstory :)

Pairing: Jisoo x Jeonghan (Jihan)

Warnings: Lemons, oranges, limes, literally all the citrus. Except grapefuits. Also light angst (literally, barely any, it’s just Jisoo being stupid)

Word Count: 2,119

Want more of this AU? Ask me here!

Ice Skating AU: Introductions | The Beginning | Drunk (Almost) Kisses | I Have Faith | Promised Rewards | Secret Plans | Opposites (Sometimes) Attract

Second place.

I lost.

Jisoo knows he should be happy with his result, especially considering that he’d placed literal last in the previous Grand Prix, and really, he is, he’s just also really disappointed he’s failed Jeonghan. It was everything they’d worked so hard for, and for a split second Jisoo thought that he had an actual chance.

He’s failed.

Jeonghan regards Jisoo from a distance, frowning slightly when he sees how disappointed his student looks. He should be elated, and excited that he’s placed. Jeonghan had, after all, promised rewards, if Jisoo did well in the Finals.

The thought makes Jeonghan shift in excitement, and he can’t wait to show Jisoo how proud he really is.

Jisoo spots Jeonghan staring at him, and quickly plasters a grin on his face, graciously agreeing to speak to the journalists flocking around him. They push and shove, thrusting mics into his face, eager to speak to the new miracle protégé of world famous Yoon Jeonghan.

It takes over two hours for all the interviews to be over, and Jisoo just desperately wants to be in Jeonghan’s arms, cuddled to within an inch of his life while he mourns his failure.

Jeonghan comes up to Jisoo, pulling him into a hug. “You did so good, I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, running his fingers through Jisoo’s messy hair. “Can’t wait to show you how proud.”

Jisoo shudders, arousal pooling low in his belly. He laces his fingers with Jeonghan, eager to get back to their hotel room so they can… talk. Jeonghan laughs at Jisoo’s impatience, letting his student tug him quickly through the hotel while he thinks about everything he can do to keep his promise.

They slip into their hotel room easily, and Jeonghan strolls in, undoing his tie, not realizing that Jisoo’s still standing at the door.

“Should we order some champagne to celebrate?” He asks lightly, hand hovering over the phone by their bed.

“I’m retiring,” Jisoo chokes out, and Jeonghan freezes.

What?

“What? Why on earth would you do that?” Jeonghan blurts, staring at Jisoo’s hunched over form. The skater shrugs, still refusing to look at his coach boyfriend.

The silence is deafening, and Jeonghan swallows, unsure of what to do. He can’t fathom why Jisoo would retire so early, especially when he’s just placed second at the Grand Prix Finals.

“So you can go back and compete and be the best again,” he mumbles, and Jeonghan is so stunned he scoffs, much to Jisoo’s chagrin and confusion. 

He sighs, tugging Jisoo so they’re standing face to face, and it hurts his heart at how devastated Jisoo looks. He just wants to take all the pain away from Jisoo, take it away so his beautiful skater is happy again.

“Jisoo, you’re a fucking brilliant skater, but you’re also the world’s biggest idiot,” Jeonghan sighs fondly, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “You just broke my world record and you think you don’t deserve to keep skating? That’s absolute bullshit,” he tuts, and Jisoo flushes the prettiest pink.

Jeonghan wishes he were flushing for a different reason.

“But I lost, I’m sorry I disappointed you,” his voice is so small, so meek, Jeonghan doesn’t have the heart to reprimand him for his dumbass thinking.

Jisoo’s confidence may have improved since he started training with Jeonghan, but it still wavered sometimes, and Jeonghan wished he’d just start believing in himself. He cups Jisoo’s soft cheeks, forcing the younger to look at him.

“I’m so, so proud of you. you’ve come so far, and i couldn’t be prouder than you’re my student. Do I miss competing? sometimes, but watching you skate and improve and win for us is worth so much more than winning some medal,” he whispers, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together, and Jisoo breaks, letting out a choked sob as he buries his face into Jeonghan’s chest.

“I love you, I love you so much, I’m sorry,” Jisoo whimpers, and Jeonghan laughs breathlessly, holding him tightly, pulling away only when he feels Jisoo calm down.

“Don’t be,” he grins, wiping the tear streaks from Jisoo’s pretty face. “Now, if you’re done being dramatic, I believe I promised you a reward if you placed,” he smirks at Jisoo, who flushes even darker, gaze dropping from his own when he remembers Jeonghan’s promise.

Jeonghan pulls him closer, capturing his lips in a kiss that leaves Jisoo’s head spinning and his heart racing. He leads Jisoo to their bed, nimble fingers tugging at his clothes until they’re a heap on the floor. Jisoo lets out an unhappy noise – that costume is expensive! – but it’s quickly forgotten when he feels Jeonghan’s lips pressed eagerly against his collarbone, sucking a necklace of marks along his neck.

They fall into the fluffy pillows and plush blanket, Jeonghan hovering above Jisoo, staring intently down at him.

“So pretty, my perfect little skater,” Jeonghan breathes, and Jisoo blushes so hard, tugging Jeonghan down to kiss him so he doesn’t say stupid, cheesy shit like that.

Jeonghan pulls away, lips trailing down Jisoo’s body, sucking marks along his way, reveling in every breathless gasp and strangled whine his skater lets slip.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jeonghan murmurs, pressing a loving kiss right along Jisoo’s pelvic bone, and Jisoo just whimpers, hands tugging on Jeonghan’s silver hair.

“Hannie, don’t tease, please,” Jisoo’s breathless plea almost breaks Jeonghan, but he wants Jisoo to enjoy it, to be pampered and teased until he’s crying.

Jeonghan just smirks, slender fingers wrapping around Jisoo’s length, watching with a carnal satisfaction when his lover jerks, low groan escaping his kiss swollen lips. He strokes Jisoo lazily, other hand sliding up his body to flick his nipples, own cock hardening when he hears Jisoo’s cries.

“I’m going to make you cry before you come for me,” Jeonghan whispers against Jisoo’s skin, suppressing a shudder when he hears Jisoo whine. He glances up, resolve nearly crumbling when he sees a pair of doe eyes fixed on him.

Jeonghan orders Jisoo to watch him, exhilaration zipping through him when he hears Jisoo’s breath hitch as he laps at Jisoo’s swollen head, licking off the precum gathered at the tip. He cracks a little when he hears Jisoo’s broken plea, relenting and taking his entire length in his mouth, sucking eagerly.

Jisoo’s in heaven, breathless and overwhelmed at seeing his favourite person in the entire world on his knees, sucking his cock like it’s his own personal lollipop. The pleasure’s almost overwhelming, and he gasps, breathless fuck leaving his lips when Jeonghan hollows his cheeks, sucking hard. He shifts his hips a little, wanting more, wanting to fuck Jeonghan’s mouth just a little.

Instead, Jeonghan pulls back, tutting playfully at him, and Jisoo mourns the loss of the warmth and sensation on his dick. Jeonghan grins wickedly, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube.

“Gonna prep you, tease you until you’re desperate for my dick, you want that baby?” Jeonghan coos, and Jisoo’s legs fall open, spread and eagerly waiting for his lover to hurry up already.

Jeonghan laughs lightly, stroking the skin along Jisoo’s inner thigh, watching as he whines at the barely there sensation. He dribbles lube over his fingers generously, not wanting to hurt Jisoo, before spreading some across his ass, apologizing softly when Jisoo complains that it’s cold.

“Need you, Hannie please,” Jisoo’s voice cracks as Jeonghan presses a slicked up finger against his entrance, shifting when he presses deeper, slipping in easily.

“Stretched already? Someone was eager hm?” Jeonghan teases, pulling out and pushing in slowly with two fingers, curling his finger experimentally. Jisoo reacts viscerally, hands fisting the blanket beneath them as a choked gasp escapes him.

Jeonghan repeats the movement, and Jisoo’s reduced to nothing more than broken whines and whimpers, hands clenching the blankets as the pleasure zips through his body. He reaches out, fisting Jisoo’s leaking cock, and Jisoo swears he nearly comes, the stimulation bordering too much.

“Hannie, fuck, please, just fuck me,” Jisoo cries, tears filling his pretty brown eyes when Jeonghan pulls his fingers out, only to jerk when he feels a third finger next to the first two.

“Don’t wanna hurt you now do I? Gotta prep you for my cock, baby” Jeonghan coos, pressing in slowly, letting Jisoo’s body adjust to the intrusion.

Jisoo’s so full, his senses are overloaded, he just wants to come, but he sees the wicked twinkle in Jeonghan’s eyes, even through his pleasure induced haze, and he knows he’s only coming when Jeonghan’s balls deep in his ass.

The thought makes him clench around Jeonghan’s fingers, and he shudders, edging closer to his orgasm. Jeonghan’s hands are busy, one with three fingers buried knuckle deep in Jisoo’s ass, the other fisting Jisoo’s cock, and Jisoo thinks he’s going to lose control if Jeonghan doesn’t stop teasing him and dick him already.

Jeonghan can see Jisoo struggling to hold his orgasm, and relents a little, pulling away completely to give Jisoo some reprieve while he lubes up his own neglected cock.

“Want you to ride me, you’d look so hot above me, chasing your orgasm like the hungry little slut you are,” Jeonghan hums, and Jisoo glares at Jeonghan sulkily.

“I placed in the biggest competition this year while you stood there and looked pretty, no, you’re fucking me while I lie here and take it,” Jisoo huffs, and Jeonghan can’t help but laugh, leaning over his petulant lover to kiss him gently.

“I know baby, and I’m so proud,” he murmurs against Jisoo’s lips, grinning when the skater turns pink. “I was just joking, you deserve to be  worshiped, loved, cherished in any way you want,” Jeonghan breathes, aligning himself carefully before pressing in achingly slowly.

Jisoo’s being stretched open, and it feels so fucking good. He pants, forcing himself to stay still and relax, gasping when he feels Jeonghan brush his prostate. Jeonghan stills, letting Jisoo adjust, refusing to move until the vicelike clamp around his cock loosens a little.

“I’m- I’m okay, Hannie please, fuck me like you mean it, please,” Jisoo pleads, voice hitching when Jeonghan shifts, pulling out slightly before sinking back in, setting a hard and fast pace aimed at ruining Jisoo’s self control.

“You don’t come until I do, understand?” Jeonghan grits out, and Jisoo whines mournfully, hands tangling in Jeonghan’s silver hair, tugging him down for a heated kiss, all lips and tongue, parting only for air.

Jeonghan abuses Jisoo’s prostate, fucking right onto it repeatedly and Jisoo can feel his orgasm approaching quickly, hard, fast, and out of his control. He clenches around Jeonghan, sobbing, crying, begging to be allowed to come, wanting Jeonghan to come with him.

Jeonghan swears, holding Jisoo’s hips down as he picks up the pace, rhythm faltering as he edges closer to his climax.

“Gonna come, please, please Hannie come with me,” Jisoo cries, hands clenched tight in the pillows as he finally, finally, comes untouched, clenching tightly around Jeonghan and triggering his orgasm.

The pleasure seems to last forever, and Jisoo’s shaking as he comes down from his high, clinging onto Jeonghan as he desperately tries to ground himself from that mindblowing orgasm.

“That good, huh?” Jeonghan pants quietly, slumping next to Jisoo and nuzzling into his shoulder. “God I love you,” he whispers breathlessly into Jisoo’s damp skin, and Jisoo’s heart nearly explodes with affection.

Jisoo wants nothing more than to soak in his post sex haze and just go to sleep, but he needs to do this now. He groans, shifting slightly to turn on the bedside light and tugging open the second drawer in the nightstand, pulling out a box.

Jeonghan groans, cracking an eye open to see why Jisoo even has the energy to move, jerking upright when he sees the palm sized, red velvet box.

“What-”

“Promise rings,” Jisoo whispers, opening the box and revealing two intricately carved silver rings. “T-to thank you for everything, and c-cos I love you”

Jisoo takes one of the rings, and takes Jeonghan’s hand, sliding it gently onto his fourth finger. Jeonghan admires the ring, sparkling in the soft yellow light. He reaches out for the other ring, taking Jisoo’s hand and doing the same, lacing their fingers together when he’s done, watching the rings glint against their skin.

“I love it,” Jeonghan says earnestly, pulling Jisoo in for a loving kiss. “And I love you.”

(Seungcheol notices the rings the next morning and screeches “OH MY GOD YOU’RE ENGAGED?????”

Jeonghan simply nods. “Yep! We’ll get married when Jisoo finishes first place next year.”

Jisoo wants to die from embarrassment. )

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[spacecanary]

Head Above Water

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (kind of)

Warnings: none:)

Request: anon - Can you do one where Stark has a teen daughter who comes of as shy and quiet and she was chosen to sing a song at a school competition? Flash and some other kids start snickering when she’s called up but then blows them all away singing Avril Lavigne’s head above water.. the team also attends and her performance moves Tony to tears and shuts flash and her usual bullies right up. 🤗

A/N : this was so cute! The song is amazing too. Totally recommend. I hope you like this!!!!!! Also I thought it’d be cute to add some cute Peter x reader friendship stuff

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Tonight’s the night.

The girls at the base magically convinced me to audition for the winter show at school. Nat claims she heard me singing when I was cooking one day, Wanda claiming she hears it when I’m in the shower. According to her, we have “thin walls”.

Good to know I guess.

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“Come on, (y/n)! You have to at least audition! You have such a lovely voice, you really do. You’d blow them away!” Wanda pipes up from her lounge chair, her feet propped up on the coffee table.

“She’s right you know,” Natasha chimes in from across the island. I sigh into my coffee mug.

“You may not realize it, but you hum and sing a lot around this place. In the showers, the gym, in here especially,” Nat adds.

“The point is, there’s no harm in auditioning. If you make it, you make it. If you don’t,-“

“You slice their throats.” Nat cuts Wanda off with a smile.

I let out a chuckle, sighing once more.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

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I rummage through my closet, fresh out of the shower, looking for the sequined tank top that Pepper bought me for my birthday last month.

“Hey, Dad?” I call as I continue my search.

“What’s up?” He leans on the door frame with his arms crossed.

“Have you seen that navy blue glitter top that Pepper bought me?”

“I have,” Steve chimes in as he walks by.

“Really? Where?”

“In the living area on one of the couches I think,” he responds as he continues down the hall.

“Thank you!” I shout back, grabbing black jeans from my dresser.

“Do you think you’re gonna be able to make it tonight?” I ask the man in the doorway.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he smiles.

“Okay well it’s at seven, but I won’t perform right away. So technically we have two hours,” I talk as I lay out my outfit on the mattress.

“Okay. Good to know kiddo.” He gives me a nod and exits the room, leaving me to prep.

“I should probably grab my top,” I mumble, clutching the towel wrapped around me. I make my way to the living area, immediately spotting the fabric draped over the couch. I grab it and head back, shutting the door and throwing on the outfit. I pair it with my simple circle necklace and black heels.

“Cute, classy, but not overdone. Okay!” I clap my hands together. With a sigh I throw on some simple makeup and call it good. Letting my hair air dry. “I’ve got a whole hour. Perfect,” I mumble, exiting my room to the kitchen. Immediately I spot Peter, lazily relaxed on the sectional.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” I laugh as I walk to the fridge, pulling out my water bottle. Peter sits up, flashing me a grin.

“You look amazing,” he smiles, looking me up and down, approving of my fashion choices.

“Well thank you kind sir,” I give a small bow.

“Wh-where you headed?” He stutters, scratching the back of his head.

“I’m going to go to the training room to kind of practice before tonight. Gotta psych myself up, ya know?” I shrug, walking away.

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Peters POV

She walks out of the room, glittering like a hundred stars. I sigh and fall back on the couch, remembering what we had. Remembering our first kiss. Why am I suddenly missing all of that?

No, Peter. Stop you idiot. You didn’t have time for that then, what makes you think you have any now?

“Ughhhhhh,” I pick up my phone, scrolling through the latest Spider-Man tagged posts. Most are just from earlier in the week when I saved a cat from a tree.

The internet went crazy over it.

The phone falls on my chest and I exhale.

“I’m gonna walk around a bit,” I mumble to myself. I push my body up off of the sectional with a stretch. For a while, I roam the halls, not really going anywhere. That is, until I hear it. Down the corridor is the entrance to the training room, where (y/n) said she was headed. The closer I get, the more it becomes clearer. Her voice gliding through every note, every word like a river. So soft and beautiful, full of raw emotions.

I stand outside of the doorway, leaned against the wall. A hand grabs my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. “Hey kid,” the voice says. I turn around. There Steve stands, twice my size.

“Oh hey Mr. Rogers, I-I was just walking and I heard her singing so-“ I quietly try to explain.

Steve gives a soft smile, pressing his back to the wall next to me. “I know kid. She’s been practicing in there for the past two weeks. I like to listen too, sometimes. It really helps when I have a rough day,” steve shrugs, looking at the floor.

“I’ve never heard her sing before. She’s amazing though. I wish she could realize it.” Steve flashes a sad smile.

“Me too kid. She’s lucky to have you,” he gives me a pat on the shoulder.

“What’re you two gossiping about now?” (Y/n) asks, amusement and curiosity in her voice. My mouth opens and closes, trying to find an excuse.

“You know what? Never mind,” she laughs, sauntering away. She turns on her heel to look back at us.

“You coming? We’re gonna be late.”

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(Y/n)’s POV

“Okay, okay, okay. You got this. Just go out there, and sing your heart out,” I mumble, giving myself a pep talk backstage.

“(Y/n)!” I look up, spotting MJ. She gives me a small wave as she makes her way to me.

“Hey, MJ!” I wrap my arms around her in a quick hug. “What’re you doing? I though you hate performing?”

She shrugs, “I do. I’m just part of the crew. Apparently this counts as community service hours, so I thought why not?” As if on cue, Flash spots me.

“Hey (y/n)! I didn’t think you made it past auditions! What is it you do again?”

“Sing,”

“Oh, right, right.” He nods. “Well, I doubt you’re going to make top ten. But hey, miracles happen,” a voice sounds through an intercom backstage calling for the next two acts, one of them being Flash’s group.

“Would you look at that? I gotta go. What is it they say before you perform? Break- break a leg? Yeah, break a leg, or don’t. Who cares?”

“Don’t listen to him. You’ll knock their socks off.” MJ reassures me, giving me a pat on the shoulder before walking away. One by one, they all perform. Leaving me and four other acts.

“(Y/n) Stark!” The manager calls. I raise my hand and she gestures for me to follow. She stops me just behind the curtain.

“Good luck!” She says with a smile, leaving me in wait. They call my name and the curtain opens. Several bright lights shine in my face, my heart pounding. I walk over the the piano positioned on one side.

“Next we have (y/n) Stark performing “Head Above Water!” The host announces, followed by applause and loud cheers. They die out, and I start playing, my heart beating a million miles an hour.

I gotta keep the calm before the storm,

I look out into the croud as I sing, looking for the pair of brown eyes that calm me.

I don’t want less I don’t want more.

I find Wanda, sitting on the end of a row. Her legs crossed and a huge smile on her face. Easing the nerves.

Let’s bar the windows and the doors,

Next to her is nat. Her hair pulled into a side braid to frame her face, a black Adidas cap on her head. She watches like a proud mom.

To keep me safe, to keep me warm.

I look back at the piano, my hands shaking.

Yeah, my life is what I’m fighting for.

Can’t part the sea can’t reach the shore.

And my voice becomes the driving force

I won’t let this pull me overboard.

I close my eyes, pouring all of me into the chorus. Every raw emotion.

God keep my head above water, Don’t let me drown,

I look back up, searching for him. My eyes land on Clint and his family. I invited him, offering for him to bring the kids. Laura jumped on the opportunity. Now They’re all watching me with goofy smiles on their faces.

It gets harder, I’ll meet you there, at the alter

I find Steve next, a phone in hand. Presumably trying his best to video tape. Sam on one side of him, trying to help.

Don’t let me drown,

Then I see my dad. His hand over half of his face, occasionally wiping away tears.

I need you now. I need you most

Then I find him. Peter. Sitting in between my dad and Steve. A dorky smile on his face. His eyes twinkling in the light. I smile, finding the calm inside of me. I sing with everything I’ve got until the end.

Don’t let me drown, and keep my head above water, above water.

I pause, and the applause erupts. Cheers and hollars echo through the auditorium. I take my first real breath, in total wow. “I did it,” I breathe as I walk off stage. The other performers go out as MJ envelopes me in a huge hug telling me how good it was. I thank her.

“We have now totaled the points for our top ten medalists,” they name all but three, and I’m crossing my fingers. Now our top three will you please come out on stage, Flash And Bash, (y/n) Stark, and Jaime Cox.” I’m filled with joy and terror as the three of us walk out. “In third, we have Jaime Cox!” The audience give applause.

I made top two!

“In second place, we have... Flash and Bash! Which leaves us with (y/n) Stark as our Winter winner! Congratulations!” I receive the medal and pose for a picture. I made it.

I exit backstage, suddenly bombarded with hugs and many many kisses from Nat. Wanda squeals like a little girl and hugs me tight. Peter walks froward with a bouquet of flowers, grinning from ear to ear.

“You were amazing, truly amazing.” He hugs me and I laugh, “Only because all of you were there.” Then my dad walks up eyes puffy with a huge smile.

“You cried?” I put my hand over my heart.

“How could I not? It was so beautiful, and I’m so proud.” He pulls me into an embrace.

“Hey, uh (y/n)? I was wondering if you wanted to maybe to get pizza with me?” Peter asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sure Id love that. I’ll meet you guys back at the base.” My dad nods, and everybody gives me one last hug before leaving. Peter and I walk out the doors of the auditorium when a familiar voice calls my name. Flash

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I underestimated you. You’re actually really good. Keep it up Stark,” he says. Giving me a small smile. I look over at Pete and shrug, the biggest grins on our faces.

[believerindaydreams]

that long-awaited diner scene

sweet lord I can’t possibly keep writing at this rate

but this does get the story to exactly where I wanted it

Her name is Gabriella Lopez, and there is nothing remarkable about her, nothing at all, except that she is the only waitress willing to make the long drive out to this lonely, profitless diner. There was a town here, once, but the world moved on and the people with it. A few mornings, she’s seen more than three customers walk through the door. Not often. 

The live-in owner is also cook, and gas-station attendant, and one of the few men she’s met who hasn’t tried making love or hate to her. Not because of any special virtue, the old misanthrope: but at this time in her life, that’s good enough to suit. The odd truck driver or lost tourist, she can handle them. 

She can certainly handle this soft, tired specimen who’s all but passed out on her counter, gratefully drinking up tepid air from their solitary wheezing fan. He couldn’t threaten anything more menacing than a hamburger. 

Without asking, Gabriella brings water; and waits for him to say the thing they all say.

“No ice, huh?”

“Ice water isn’t good for people, on a day this hot. Makes them sick. You cool off a little first, maybe I’ll let you have a few cubes in the second one.”

“Maybe you won’t want to give me anything more, for free,” he says. Rests his head on one arm, as he looks at her- studies, judges, appraises. “You want any dishes washed? I’m pretty hungry, I’m willing to work for a meal.“

She gestures at the sign behind the counter, next to the one advertising homemade pie (her employer’s pie is a horror that shouldn’t be wished on anyone, even weary migrants). We do our own dishwashing. Anyone too cheap to pay can enjoy a free trip in the paddy wagon. 

The police hate driving out this far, and told her last time not to bother calling for anything short of murder. But this man doesn’t need to know that. “Sorry, no. So you might as well drive on, you’d have better luck up in town.”

“If I was driving,” he says, and drains the rest of the water down his throat while she’s thinking about that. “It’s a long walk I’ve been on, you wouldn’t believe the inhumanity of some people. Serves me right! To think I trusted that blonde...just her and me and my good friend, you know how it is? And then they run off this morning together, leave me stranded... Senorita, I am very tired. Something to eat would come very welcome.”

She eyes him back, as boldly as he stared at her. A black and white jacket that would fetch precisely nothing at a flea market, unmentionable corduroy, a dull necklace with a saint’s medal dangling off it. Even the hat looks cheap. “Maybe we could arrange some sort of trade. That bag you have, for instance, that looks like it might be worth something...”

He scoops it up, holds it with the tenderness a child might lavish on the new puppy. “Do you ask this from everyone who comes in here?”

“Only the ones who say they can’t pay up.”

Something flickers in his expression; he laughs suddenly, slaps a big handful of change on the counter. “So you are too smart to be taken in, then. Fine by me. Maybe some other time I’ll do better- but believe me, this has been a very long day. Three eggs, over easy, plenty of hash and soft bacon and buttered rye toast. And a coke, with ice this time.”

Words rise to her lips, that he is much more attractive with that glint in his eye, and his posture no longer hunched with exhaustion, but laidback and easy. But telling a man he has reason to be confident is asking for trouble. She goes and shouts out his order instead. 

Half an hour later, he has demolished two platefuls and is toying with a last piece of bacon, while she keeps him company with a cup of ill-brewed coffee. He knows her name and why she’s here; she knows he goes by Tuco and that a certain pretty little blonde will be in for deep trouble, if the two of them should ever cross paths again. They have hammered out a price that neither of them quite consider reasonable, for her to drive him the rest of the way to civilisation after her shift is finished. One of her better days on this job. 

Then the door bangs open, and she feels a familiar tang of fear at uniforms and guns. Even though she’s done nothing wrong, even though the four of them talk of promotion in loud, satisfied voices and lug in their handcuffed prisoner with the pleasure of sated hunters. Gabriella goes silent, dishes out coffee and pie without comment. 

Tuco has no such inhibitions, and keeps glancing at the scruffy-haired captive with the rubbernecker’s purposeful curiosity. “He doesn’t look so good.”

“That’s what you get for resisting arrest,” one of the cops says. “Bullet wound right around here,“ he says, slapping first his own thigh, then the prisoner’s back. “You’re lucky we took the time to bandage it, little fish. Don’t worry, it’ll hold up until we get back to town...and if it doesn’t, cheer up, we won’t bother you with the dry-cleaning bill.”

The prisoner doesn’t respond, and it’s not clear to Gabriella whether the man’s stolid or faint or both; his bloodless lack of expression could mean either. Tentatively, casually, she pushes another glass of water down the counter. He leans forward to cup it between cuffed palms, until his wrists are slapped down hard. 

“We told you not to make any sudden movements, remember? And from where I’m sitting, near any kind of movement would count as sudden.”

“Now, Joe,” another of them drawls. “Man’s gotta be thirsty. Tell him he can have a drink, long as he can do it with no hands.“

There’s general laughter all around, at that; and Gabriella hates them all with a slow rage, all the more potent for its meaningless fervour. Whatever this man’s crimes are, she wants him to get away, knows he won’t. This is for real. No one in their right mind gets in the way of an arrest, that doesn’t happen-

Tuco blows the paper wrapping off a straw, the way a kid does. 

Walks over to place it between the prisoner’s lips. He sips, gratefully. And the tone of the room changes as surely as if someone had flicked off the light switch. She can’t guess what made him do it, amongst the raised voices and violent movements, cops encircling close to ask him hot searching questions. 

Anybody like that, anybody like her, ought to know better. Not get themselves hurt, maimed, imprisoned maybe, for the sake of a stranger they don’t even know. Unopposable authority, the inevitable blow, and she can’t stop herself crying out, as Tuco hits the floor hard and lets out a wail- 

and then, the miracle happens. 

Just a man, who makes no noise as he enters, but attracts everyone’s attention nevertheless. A man who points his gun at no one, but projects an air of instant, surefire violence. His voice is quiet. Nobody misses a word. 

“So you thought to catch me out, then. Get Blondie, and wait for me to walk into the trap. Well. I’m here.”

The foremost officer, the one who’d backhanded Tuco, doesn’t waver an inch. “You’re under arrest. We can do this politely, or not-”

Gabriella blinks; and in that blink, four men die. 

This can’t be real. There can’t be this much blood everywhere, soaking the white walls and blue stools and brown floor a scattered crimson. These can’t be four trained law enforcement officers lying here, lolling like broken dandelions. No one man could have wrecked this much devastation so quickly. It’d take an act of god. 

“Angel Eyes,” Tuco says, a little weakly; and Gabriella runs over to help him rise. “You took your time getting here.”

“Blondie screwed it up,” Angel Eyes says, tucking his gun away. “We hit the trail early so you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire, and considering what a hash he made of the situation, it’s just as well you weren’t there. Tell me something. That long, beautiful resume he fed me, years of expertise as a bounty hunter, was that all complete nonsense?“

“Uh,” Tuco says, chewing his mustache. “It’s like this, you see-”

“It was nonsense,” Blondie interrupts, tossing aside his handcuffs. “The hell are you doing here? I said I’d handle it, I was handling it.“

Gabriella has no idea what happens in the next five minutes, a rapid back-and-forth of recriminations, disagreement, sardonic tones as though these men plan crimes with each other every day. They realise eventually that she’s there and listening, and then the argument trails off abruptly.  

(She ought to be afraid of them, maybe. She knows she isn’t.)

“We’d better get out of here,” Angel Eyes says, and helps Blondie to rise with a tenderness that belies all the preceding insults. Tuco downs a cup of milky coffee, piles food from the dead officers’ plates into a ziplock bag. He pauses for a moment, then slashes the lining of his pack with a red-handled knife. Tosses her a crumpled handful of dirty, unmarked twenties. 

“We’re the good guys. Honest.”

Which is the one detail she keeps to herself, when the other officers show up and the investigation starts; the one detail she hugs to her heart in ecstasy that night, as she yields to sleep in a dingy apartment. 

“An angel, he said. An angel, and a man, and the one caught in between...”

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Saints&Reading: Sun., Jan. 16, 2022

January 16_January 3

THE HOLY PROPHET MALACHI (400B.C.)

The Holy Prophet Malachi lived 400 years before the Birth of Christ, at the time of the return of the Jews from the Babylonian Captivity. Malachi was the last of the Old Testament prophets, therefore the holy Fathers call him “the seal of the prophets.”

Manifesting himself an image of spiritual goodness and piety, he astounded the nation and was called Malachi, i.e., an angel. His prophetic book is included in the Canon of the Old Testament. In it he upbraids the Jews, foretelling the coming of Jesus Christ and His Forerunner, and also the Last Judgment (Mal 3:1-5; 4:1-6).

ST. GENEVIEVE OF PARIS (502)

Saint Geneviève was born of wealthy parents in Gaul (modern France) in the village of Nanterre, near Paris, around 422. Her father’s name was Severus, and her mother was called Gerontia. According to the custom of the time, she often tended her father’s sheep on Mount Valerien.

When the child was about seven years old, Saint Germanus of Auxerre (July 31) noticed her as he was passing through Nanterre. During the Service that night the Bishop placed his hand on her head and told her parents that she would become great in the sight of God, and would lead many to salvation. When Geneviève told him that she wished to dedicate herself to Christ, he gave her a brass medal with the image of the Cross to wear around her neck. Saint Germanus told her never to wear bracelets, or necklaces made with pearls, gold, or silver, and to avoid wearing any other ornaments around her neck, or on her fingers.

Church St Etienne du Mont in Paris, france. where St Geneviève repose. two icons on each side of her relics seems to protect it. On the right is a stylite.

When she was fifteen, Geneviève was taken to Paris to enter the monastic life. Through fasting,vigil and prayer, she progressed in monasticism, and received from God the gifts of clairvoyance and of working miracles. Gradually, the people of Paris and the surrounding area regarded Geneviève as a holy vessel (2 Timothy 2:21).

Years later, Saint Geneviève was told that Attila the Hun was approaching Paris, Geneviève and the other nuns prayed and fasted, entreating God to spare the city. Suddenly, the barbarians turned away from Paris and went off in another direction.

Saint Geneviève considered the Saturday night Vigil service to be very important, since it symbolizes how our entire life should be. “We must keep vigil in prayer and fasting so that the Lord will find us ready when He comes,” she said. She was on her way to church with her nuns one stormy Saturday night when the wind extinguished her lantern. The nuns could not find their way without a light, since it was dark and stormy, and the road was rough and muddy. Saint Genevieve made the Sign of the Cross over the lantern, and the candle within burned with a bright flame. In this manner they were able to make their way to the church for the service.

There is a tradition that the church which Saint Geneviève suggested King Clovis should build in honor of Saints Peter and Paul, would become her own resting place when she fell asleep in the Lord around 512 at the age of eighty-nine. Her holy relics were later transferred to the church of Saint-Étienne-du-Mont in Paris. Most of her relics, and those of other saints, were destroyed at the time of the French Revolution.

The shrine where St Geneviève of Paris repose. 

During the Middle Ages, Saint Geneviève was regarded as the patron Saint of wine makers.

Hoy St Geneviève pray to God for us!

MARK 1:1-8 

1 The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. 2 As it is written in the Prophets:"Behold, I send My messenger before Your face, Who will prepare Your way before You." 3 The voice of one crying in the wilderness: 'Prepare the way of the LORD; Make His paths straight.' " 4 John came baptizing in the wilderness and preaching a baptism of repentance for the remission of sins. 5 Then all the land of Judea, and those from Jerusalem, went out to him and were all baptized by him in the Jordan River, confessing their sins. 6 Now John was clothed with camel's hair and with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. 7 And he preached, saying, "There comes One after me who is mightier than I, whose sandal strap I am not worthy to stoop down and loose. 8 I indeed baptized you with water, but He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.

2 TIMOTHY 4:5-8 

5 But you be watchful in all things, endure afflictions, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill your ministry. 6 For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand. 7 I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 8 Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give to me on that Day, and not to me only but also to all who have loved His appearing.

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Welcome Elle! Congrats you’ve been accepted for the role of Valentina Cruz, send your account in within the next 24 hours. Also, make sure to check everything out here. 

Out of Character Information.

name: Elle age (18+): 20 timezone: EST activity level: Same as previously stated, it goes around 5-6 but it increases when I’m on break from school. 

In-Character Information.

face claim: Eiza Gonzalez full name: Valentina Crystal Cruz age: 26 birthday: December 29th 1993 hometown: Miami, Florida current location: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania gender identity: Female orientation: Bisexual ships: Age gaps and super understanding people will be the best for her and her storyline, otherwise, anything wish chemistry is good! anti ships: Forced, No Chemistry. triggers: None occupation: Escort and saleswoman for a lingerie store. siblings: None (would be open to step-siblings) +3 positive traits: Loyal, Supportive, Trustworthy -3 negative traits: Tactless, Gullible, Possessive extra details:

She does work in a sexual place and most of her work life involves it, but I don’t roleplay smut. I don’t mind reading it, mentioning it and fading to black once a smut scene is happening, but I will never roleplay it. This is just me trying to say she’s more than what she does at night.

She gets attached very easily to people outside her job, with friends or parental figures. However, commitment is something she does not master yet, or probably never will.

She kind of has two personalities, even outside of her job. The cute and shy Lena and the outgoing and confident Chanel. She can switch from one to the other depending on how comfortable she feels.

Biography.

Born on December 29th 1993 to Alejandro Cruz, a physical education teacher at one of Miami’s high schools, and to Esmeralda Garcia, a mother who always juggled with multiple jobs. Valentina did not arrive on a life already set on a silver platter. To her, family time  was resumed to spending a week with her mother and the next one at her father’s small cabin by the beach. She did not have much, a tutu, dancing shoes and a stuffed animal she named Chanel. Yet, she was not unhappy. How could she have been aware of how unfortunate she was to land in a family that was already broken before she even existed? She could not, because she didn’t know better.

Well, maybe she did. Between the age of six and ten, her parents cooperated to afford her dancing classes. From contemporary, to lyrical and passing by ballet, she learned and loved all of it. After she got in a fight with one of the other girls who shared her classes, she was forced to leave the dance school. She was forced to go back to reality, where her mother and father did not meet to pick her up, did not exchange a smile: did not prove that the broken pieces could be fixed. Valentina was naïve, she did not understand that she would never see her parents in the same room again and that her dream of living like any other little girls she danced with would be impossible.

She was not very demanding, did not believe in the miracle of Christmas and only wanted to spend her birthday with her two parents, which, obviously, never happened. In exchange, Esmeralda saved enough money and put the envelope in Lena’s back pack, sending her by taxi to the cabin by the beach. This ritual was repeated on her 12th and 13th birthday, leaving the young teenager two entire months to spend with her father. They would find new activities for his next year as a teacher, they would collect seashells and make necklaces out of it and, most importantly, they would surf. They would ride the waves at day and stare at the starts, being rocked by the calm water, at night. Valentina had a new hobby to keep her mind busy.

As the young woman’s hair started to lighten up under the sun, her talent started to increase. She won one competition after another, she was becoming a legend in the world of surfing. Some called her a prodigy and nothing could be more realistic: Valentina practically never fell, she dominated the most violent waves and collected gold medals at her father’s cabin. Along with talent and victory came the pressure to participate in bigger competitions, in Malibu or in Santa Monica, sometimes in Ibiza or Australia. No matter how much she begged for it, Alejandro could not afford his daughter’s dream. Neither could Esmeralda.

Valentina quit surfing at the age of seventeen. And by that time, something changed within her. She aspired to be the Miami babe everyone adored. She had wanted a simple life for so long, by the cabin, eating the same thing everyday and spreading positivity around by teaching others how to swim, how to surf, how to let fish play a tickle fight. She loved those kids, with supportive parents. She loved those parents, with enough money to afford anything their kids wanted. She loved this life, but Alejandro hurt his knee while trying to teach his students gymnastic and he had to quit his job for a year. She had to come back to reality, again.

So, she was stuck with her mother all the time. She had nothing better to distract her than attracting trouble at school. Her argumentative behavior that made her win every debate and made of her a witty student was now an issue for every professors. She accumulated the warnings, always managed to get away with them by a wink or a smile. She learned that after watching her mother accumulate the unsuccessful one night stands and from listening closely to her personal stories. Valentina started to sleep around, girls or boys, it did not matter.

She started to sneak out of class, she did not think it would matter. She was not allowed to go to prom as her first consequence. She was not allowed to participate in the graduation party, fearing she would cause too much trouble. She would get the boys excited, she would make the girls jealous. There was a rumor following her footsteps, that even teachers would crush on her. Still, Valentina learned not to care. She got it from her mama.

College was next door and it was her chance to escape from the vicious circle built by the matriarch of the family. Valentina seized the opportunity of moving to New York to apply to college, at a dance program. It was not the greatest nor the worst. She used her surfing scholarship to afford the fees, but she was not accepted. Her grades were a roller coaster, her attendance and behavior issues finally became a problem. She ruined her own chances of having her better life by reproducing the life she had always wanted to avoid.

Thankfully, she had more tricks up her sleeve. Behind her mother’s back, she found someone online who was searching for a roommate. A week later, she was out of the family loft and she was getting to know who would quickly become her best friend. Andrew was a young man, a musician full of talent, and a single dad. The only reason why he accepted Liana as a roommate was because she could do magic with her son, Xavier. They got along instantly, and the deal was sealed. In order to help paying the bills, the rent and the grocery, Valentina accepted all kinds of jobs until she settled with a part-time job at a lingerie store and a full-time job as a nanny to rich, boring and busy families. Kids loved her, lonely fathers did too, sometimes even mothers. She could stay the night once and make more money than she would during the entire month. It lit up an idea.

One of those lonely fathers was a business man, a strip club owner. He obviously noticed that Valentina had a certain talent only he would know how to put under the spotlight. “Do you want a job that will make you afford your biggest dreams?” He said, “I would never refuse anything.” She replied. That was how she started working as an exotic dancer to one of New York City’s highest class strip clubs. It was clean, it was safe: it was the best she could do. She loved to dance, they loved to see her strip down to her naturally tan skin. She was twenty one years-old when she reconnected to a whole different form of dancing she would fall in love with like any other.

Lena ignored that this father was divorcing from his wife who found out about their affair. He tried to comfort her, telling her everything was fine and that they would make it through. She was too important in his life to let her slip away, but that was what happened anyways. She was kicked out of his luxurious condo with nowhere to go for the night. When she came back home to her roommate, her only option was to tell the truth and he, too, kicked her out. She received a huge deposit in her bank account not long after those sad events, then an email, and another one and one more… It was him. He was worried. He wanted to help her.

Not too long ago, he told her he was moving away from his ex-wife and closing his strip club to open another one somewhere else. Without hesitation, she packed her bags and followed him. She was even further to the sea that she loved, but she had nothing to complain about. He paid a lovely apartment and she got a job in a similar lingerie store. She started seeing other clients again. Within a few months of adjustment, she was swimming in money.

Valentina hides behind a persona, she calls her Chanel. Chanel rolls her hips when she walks, bats her eyes when she talks. Chanel knows how to get what she wants. Chanel dances for big crowds, or even privately. In exchange of a pair of shoes, a new set of earrings or simply money, she would spend the rest of night with them. Chanel, and Valentina, loved this life. She could be free, dancing out there in the prettiest lingerie. She could be free, leaving every morning and taking the subway back home. She could be free, pleasing strangers, building relationships, pretending to know what love felt like. She could be free, getting closer to the life she had always wanted.

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Power of the Miraculous Medal

 HEALED FROM COMA, A SWELLING HEAD AND CERTAIN DEATH

(1.5-minute read)

"𝓢𝓸, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮. 𝓢𝓸 𝓘 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀, 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓽."

 Fr. James Kelleher, founder of the “Eucharistic Family Rosary Crusade”, spoke about the Miraculous Medal, the vision to Catherine Labouré (1806-1876), and the famous conversion of Alphonse Ratisbonne (1814–1884). He concluded his talk (video link) with two miracles he had encountered in his own life concerning the Miraculous Medal. In the following discussion, he recounts the miraculous healing of a woman who had been in a terrible accident:

 “About ten to twelve years ago, I was in a city in the mid-West and a friend of mine introduced me to a woman who was known there to be very holy and very close to Jesus and Mary.

 And so, I talked to her for a while and the thought came to me, ‘Maybe I should just give her a Miraculous Medal.’ Then I said, ‘No. She must already have a Miraculous medal cause she’s close to Jesus and Mary.’ But the Holy Spirit said, ‘No’, so I gave it to her.

 One year later, I came back to the same city and this woman saw me and she came up to me and she said, ‘Father, do you remember a year ago when you gave me that Miraculous Medal.’ And I said, ‘Yeah.’ ‘I want to tell you what happened to that medal.’ I said, ‘Ok.’

 She said: ‘You gave me the Medal and I put it on my necklace. That afternoon I got a phone call telling me that my best friend was in the hospital. She had a terrible accident, and she was in a coma and her head was swelling. So, when I got to the hospital, there she was in a coma and her head was getting bigger and bigger and the doctors couldn’t stop the swelling. And the doctor said she was going to die. So I remembered I had this medal and I took it off the necklace, pinned it to her pillow, said a prayer and then left. The next day I said I’m going back to the hospital but she’s probably dead, but I’ll go back and see.’

 When she walked into the hospital room, the woman was sitting up in bed, talking and her head had shrunk down to normal size. I asked my friend, ‘What happened?’ And the woman said, ‘The Virgin Mary’s prayer saved my life.’

 That was a miracle. So, these are the kinds of things the Virgin Mary wants to do for us through her power of intercession.”

 Note: The prayer said by the woman probably included the Miraculous Medal invocation: “O Mary conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee.”

 Video link: https://gloria.tv/post/urhPUiYP9aYS46y9KbeXupszR

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My eclipse charm necklace

I'm using the necklace kind of like a scapular under my clothes.

The sun burst charm I used represents the sun.

Then I used a plain gold cross, the Sacred Hearts of Jesus and Mary medal.

The quartz crystal is to clear negativity along with the bells and the heart shaped evil eye charm.

Saint Christopher is to "guide" the sun in safe travels back to us. Saint Anthony is for "finding" the lost sun. Saint Therese is for miracles. Arch angel Saint Michael is for protection. Saints Dominic and Francis are also for protection and miracles.

And then Our Lady of Fatima is for peace.