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[cuteidiot]

locs alya & afro nino. locs alya & afro nino i am calling out 2 u

[thebestandrealestever]

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE.

PROWLER MILES X BLACK CAT READER?!!

but its also on sum miraculous lady bug type time and they like go to school tg n shit🙏🏽

YURRRRRRRPTTT IM LISTENING 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

i been trying to write this since i got the request but i got fucking croup and my voice is gone . 😐

hope u like pookie 🤭🫶🏽

~HEY KITTY!~

prowl miles x black cat reader! black reader if u squint. warnings: I CNAT WRITE DIALOUG LMAO, cursing, use of n word, suggestive joke. a/n: YURRRR WHEA THE HOESSS AT YEAYUHHH welcome back to my channel w another slammer!! yo hair white weather it b braids, locs, straight curly idgaf but it’s white ! IMAGINE MILES MASK IS LIKE CAT NOIRS MASK OKAY?? heavily unedited so don’t b tryna crack a funny yk what i be tryna say. i can’t write dialogue.

you’re standing on the glass roof looking in the window at the auction below you, eyeing the very expensive pair of emerald earrings your mother would appreciate for her birthday you see another figure walk up next to you, “hey kitty. what u see in there?” and u glance on your right to see your competition, who was also your partner in crime, who was also one of your school friends but you didn’t know that yet. “the diamonds, a lil sum nice for my moms birthday” you said signaling at the worker who was holding them under a silver platter, miles hummed in response. “what about you pretty boy? i didn’t think you were into jewelry” miles chuckled dryly “i’m not usually, only if it’s for somebody special” he glanced over to you as you smiled to yourself while looking down, not oblivious to his tone of voice, “dude over there?” he pointed to a man who was shaking as he walked to the back door. “mhm” “he’s got some oxy, gunna give it to the hospital.” you looked at man miles was talking about almost forgetting your own plans “damn, i lost her.” “naw, she went inna kitchen.” you scanned the area for her sighing in relief when you found her. “what would i do without pumpkin?” miles looked at you while you crawled over to the other side of the roof, following you. you used your clawed finger to crack a hole big enough to fit you through it on the glass tile. miles stared daggers into you. “you coming?” you asked carefully picking up the glass circle and putting it next to the hole. as you put your hood on so your hair dangling wouldn’t be noticeable you entered the hole crawling on top of the ceiling slowly but surely, miles was right behind you and you both crawled all the way to the back hallway where nobody was looking. you both dropped down on your feet and when you saw a server walk into the bathroom you realized your all black leather suit wasn’t for the occasion. “i’m gonna go change into something less noticeable, you should too” you said tugging on his collar and miles looked u up and down one more time and you parted ways.

“hey kitty. u ready?”miles said as he walked up to you with a suit that looked identical to yours but he still has his mask on, you put your hand on his neck and leaned into his ear, “depends on what you’re talking about pretty boy.” “oh you could never be ready for that kitty” “what you think i can’t take it” miles huffed and you both went to the kitchen to grab a plate or something, miles saw the man he was looking for and followed him and you went to the main room to find those diamonds . after people starting realizing the diamonds and medicine were gone the alarm system went off and people were chasing you and miles, you climbed onto the roof and miles grabbed your waist to carry you as he swung from building to building with his ropes. “you found what you were looking for?” miles as and you flashed him a smiling dangling the earrings in front of his face. “that’s my girl” he said smiling as you swung onto a building where they wouldn’t find y’all. he landed on the edge letting you go and you almost stumbled off of it, he caught you wrapping his arm around your waist and kissed you, after you broke it you still stayed like for a moment catching your breath. “didn’t know you were such a good kisser” ”it’s a lot you don’t know kitty.” the moment ruined by the sound of a police siren signaling it was your time to go. you swiftly stole one of his gadgets without him noticing to give him a reason to see you again and you kissed his cheek. “this was fun pumpkin, come see me soon yea? later mr prowler” “see you kitty.” he said as he swung off to wherever he was going and you went back home thinking about him the whole way there. the next morning you were in school, you had prowlers little silver hook in your backpack in case you saw him again that day. as you walked in to your 4th period you sat next to miles. you were in the same friend group but hardly ever talked. you always thought he was fine asfc tho. “hey miles” you smiled as were looking for any excuse to not look at had to not look at him because he made u fold by js being there, you bent down to grab a notebook out of your backpack. “hey (name), how yo morning goin?” he said his voice coated with the light syrup of his accent, the one that made your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling . “good, u?” you and miles talked the whole class and as you were walking out the door pushing past people you tripped and miles caught you, just like how prowler did last night. could he..? no. that’s crazy he couldn’t be. you thought as you looked into his eyes and thanked him, as the both of you walked in the hall he spoke up breaking the slightly awkward silence . “you wanna get lunch together? off campus maybe” “yea!” you nodded vigorously jumping at the chance to hang out with miles. as you were sitting down outside eating lunch with miles there was suddenly a smoke bomb being set off in the bank across the street and everyone started yelling and running and chaos was everywhere. you got up and looked into the bank, you turned around and miles was gone. you took this as your chance to suit up and investigate, when you got back you saw ur prowler and strolled up to him fondling the hook you took from him in your hands.

“hey kitty, can i have that back?” “mmm only if you say pretty please” you said moving dangerously close to him almost forgetting why you were here in the first place, he grabbed the hand you were holding the hook in harshly as he looked deeply into your eyes, his gaze flickered down from your eyes to your lips before trying to picking the hook up with his free hand but you quickly moved your entire arm back, unintentionally pushing your body closer to his, y’all quickly back away from each other after what felt like a lifetime pressed against him, as he turned around to walk you realized you no longer had the hook and found it in his hand. you smirked to yourself as you followed him into the bank and picked up the smoke bomb before showing it to miles, “what u think this is made of? vibranium maybe?” miles shrugged as he looking around the empty bank, nothing was taken but the vault door was wide open. maybe they backed out he thought as he walked into the vault looking around it. you could tell something was on his mind, like he was rushing to get out of here.“you okay pooh?, you’re acting really weird, almost like you don’t wanna be here no mo” you asked with playful lilt trying to not make it seem to obvious how nervous you were that the latter was true, moving up behind him looking around the vault swiping one or 2 bands . he just hummed “yea i’m fine it’s just- yo whoever did this is weird asfc. they ain’t even take nun.” he laughed as he closed the vault hoping you didn’t detect the obvious avoiding of her questions and walked into the alleyway so he wouldn’t be seen by the public. “so you know i was wondering, will you ever show me who u are?” you said walking behind him messing with the things on the back of his suit. “maybe one day, only if you say pretty please” referencing the conversation you had earlier,you both smile at each other “i gotta go kitty cat, see you later” he turned the corner and left before you couldn’t even say bye “bye…” and the reason miles was he was rushing the whole ‘mission’ was so he could get back to you, but you didn’t know that.

[lokideservesahug]

Once Upon A Dream

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem! Reader (Sleeping Beauty AU)

Warnings: Reader breaks out into song at points and it's kinda cringy so sorry (but it needed to happen).

Notes: This is very short so I'm sorry and Idk when part 2 will come out but I've made a decent start on it. Also Miami was just so amwkwjsnjwuaha so...

Summary: Raised by three women in the middle of the woods and being visited only by a prince in your dreams, your life is very simple. Or is it?

Word Count: 2K

Part 2

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You were a miracle to your parents when you first arrived. For years, they were under the assumption that they would never produce an heir yet miraculously, you came info this Earth. So needless to say when you arrived, it was a huge spectacle. You climb hears distant murmers of the day but whenever you asked about it, people would redirect the conversation and avoid your question. But you bever gave it too much thought, you were only a baby.

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On the morning of your 21st birthday, your 3 carers randomly tell you that they want you to leave the house to pick some berries ; which is quite odd because you could have sworn that you saw a full fruit bowl this morning. But alas, you see no point in arguing and so you grab your basket, put in some shoes and leave your cottage. "Rember, don't don't too far!" "And don't speak to strangers." "Goodbye dear." At the ladies' chorus you smile and wave before setting off.

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Many miles away, up in a tall, dark, ominous castle. A sorceress dresses head to tie in black is shouting at her followers. "It's incredible! Over two decades and not a trace of her! Are you truly sure you have checked everywhere?" The creature nods and begins to hold oit his fingers ready to lost off places. "Yeah. We checked the mountains, the forest uhm, houses and uh- the uh- all the cradles." Malificent turns to face him un shock and (surprisingly) quietly says "Cradles?" The henchman nods happily "Yep. Every cradle." He laughs whilst proceeds to do a rocking gesture. "Cradles?!" The woman all but shouts. She turns to berate pet crow and opts for a more passive tone. "Did you hesr that my dear? All of these years and these imbeciles have been looking for a baby?" More henchman are now stood behind the first snow they're all sporting proud grins. Malificent laughs almost insanicly and the henchmen join in clearly misunderstanding the cause of her laughter.

"Fools!" She snaps. "Idiots!" They jump back at her shouts. "You imbeciles." She begins to wave her staffa round and as it shoots out jolts of energy, the followers scatter and try and leave the room. She makes her way towards her 'throne' at the back of the room and nd places her head in her hands. "They're hopeless..." Malficent sits doen in the chair  "Disrcaes to the forces of evil." The crow flutters to the left armresst and she adresses him. "Oh pet. You are my last hope. Circle far and wide. Search for a maid with Y/H/C locs and lips as red as the first bloomed rose in late spring. Go and do not fail me." The crow flys off through the giant window and Malificent feels her last thread of hope dwindle slightly.

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"Boy will she be surprised." One of your guardians runs away from the door and to the sewing draw. "A real birthday party!" another of the women chimes. "With a real birthday cake!" The last of the women sighs almost dreamily whilst grabbing a recipe book. The woman in red (Florah) sticks her head from the ottoman filled with fabrics and needles with a gorgeous, long pink piece of fabric draped over her arms. "Oh yes. And a dress that only a princess can be proud of." The smallest of the 3 women dressed in blue (Merryweather) trecks up the stairs whilst exclaiming "I'll get the wands!" Florah nods "Yes you g- wait, the wands? No! We can't be using the wands! No magic remember." Merryweather dejectedly walks down the stairs. "But the twenty-one years are almost over!" Florah scowls and places the pink fabric along with a large sewing kit into Merryweather's arms as she walks off and opens a large cupboard. "No. We are not going to take any chances." Merryweather's lips form a small 'o' in shock. "B-but I can't bake a cake! Let alone a fancy one..." Florah closes the cupboard and pulls out another long pink fabric roll. Finally the woman dressed in green (Fauna) interjects. "Oh you won't have to dear! I'll be doing the baking." Merry turns Fauna in shock. "You!?"

Florah places the newer fabric into Merry's tored arm and softly says "Oh, she's always wanted to dear. And this is her last chance!" Merry tilts her he'd he'd consideration before Fauna speaks. "I'm going to make it fifteen layers! Oh and it will have pink and blue forget-me-nots." The shortest of the women stares in horror as Florah adds "Oh! And I'm making the dress." Merry splutters. "But...you can't sew. And she has never even cooked!" Florah laughs and begins to grab things from around the room "Oh how hard can it be? All you need to do is follow the book. Up here dear." She gently nudges Merry onto the stool she just moved. "You can be my dummy." Merry doesn't even think about Florah's words before she objects. "Well I still say we ought to do magic!" Florah throws the fabric onto Merryweather to silence her and begins to cut said fabric as Fauna begins to happily hum and lay out the ingredients for her elaborate cake.

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You wander aimlessly in the forest you've become so accustomed to in all of these years. You find yourself hanging along so a song that your carers have sung your whole life. With no need to be embarrassed as you were the only one for miles, you begin to fully sing the song whilst still looking around for some berries (how your household apparently managed to eat them so quickly is beyond you).

Unbeknownst to you, an orange clad man riding on his horse through the forest does in fact hear you. "Do you hear that Samson? It's beautiful." The horse starts at his owner's clearly awestruck tone. Samson begins to trot forward as the man on top of him turns around in attempt to find the source of the noise. "What is it? Come on... let's find out." The man pulls on the reins and forces the pair to turn around and venture in the direction of the noise yet the horse resists once again. Oscar rolls his eyes and leans down so he's level with the horses giant ear. "Would you do it for an extra bucket of oats?" He doesn't even have time to sit back up before the horse is spinning around and fastly trotting towards the direction of the melodic sound. "Woah!" At his owner's voice, Sampson turns around and looks down to find a dreched Oscar sitting in a puddle on the floor. He guiltily moves towards the man on the floor when Oscar wades his hand through the water and splashes Samson. "No carrots for you."

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After you finish your singing session you found your regular companions, the various wildlife creatures in the forest, make for good listeners. "They never want me to meet anyone." You skim your foot over the pond to your side. "But do you want to know something? I fooled them! I have met someone!" You stand up and put on an elaborate display for the various birds and quires who looked like they were hanging on to your every word. "Well he's tall and handsome and-" You pluck a Berry from a brach above your head. "And ever so romantic." You skip to the trunk of another tree, continuing to pit on a show for the animals. "We walk together. We talk together and before we say goodbye he takes me into his arms." You gaze up at the trees as if in a trance of lovely thoughts "And then I wake up." You hear the animal equivalents of disgruntled sighs at your words. "Yet people say if you dream of something enough, it's sure to come true!" Lost in your romantic soliloquy once again, you fail to notice the shift in the nails attention and a giant orange cloak being hind on a branch not far from you. "And I've seen him so many times." You sigh in longing.

On the otherside of the tree, Oscar begins speaking to his own animal as he removes one of his boots. "You know Samson, there weas something too good to be true about that voice. Too beautiful to really exist."Oscar takes the other of his damp boots, empties the water from it and places it next to the other to dry. "It was probably a figment of my imagination. Or maybe some mythical creature. A forest fairy maybe?" Oscar is the lost in his own thoughts to realise that two small rabbits have waeslesd themselves in his boots and taken off with them. But by the time he has, it's far too late. "Wait! Stop!"

You don't ponder how the animals acquired random clothes (they've done much stranger things). But as an owl approaches you in a thick orange jacket, you can't help but continue your playfully nature from  earlier. "Oh wow, it's my dream prince!" You bow at the prince (various birds with a cloak) "Your highness. You know, I shouldn't be speaking to strangers... But we've met before." You begin to hum a tune whilst dancing with the animals dressed in many pieces of clothing, almost bringing yoir dream prince to life.

Oscar peeks his head out from a bush as he hears that majestic noise begin again and both him and Samson are left speechless at the sight. In front of him is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen singing and dancing with- wait. Is that his travel cloak?

You spin once again and Oscar jumps behind you to join in with your dance. This time he is the one saying with you as he hums along to your singing. You open your eyes as the song ends only to see the animals in front of you. So who's behind you? You open your eyes widely in shock and pull away from the being and turn to see who you were dancing with at the end. Yet you find yourself at a loss for words as you see the most dreamy, charming and attractive man in front of you ; and you find yourself thinking that he is so much better than the man of your dreams.

You gasp in shock and pull away, your guardians words of strangers ringing in your ears, yet he continues to chase your figure and traps your hand in between his two hands I a gentle embrace. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." You pull away, trying not to get lost in his presence. "Oh it wasn't that-" Oscar follows you. "It's just that you're a-" He takes your hand with his in an attempt to not let you (who he's beginning to think is the live if his life) escape. "A stranger?" You hum in  agreeance with his words. He gives you a grin and it takes very thing within you not to melt into a tiny puddle. "But don't you remember? We've met before." You furrow your brows in confusion "We have?" He nods and smiles at you again "Oh yeah. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."

You blush and turn away from the man yet he begins to repeat your song back to you. You slowly duck behind a tree and turn to see if he's following only to be met with his attempts to take your hand into his. You say aways from the touch but as your little 'dance' continues, you can't help but feel your cheeks begin to break out in a soft smile. At this he reaches out for your hand once more and you finally let him take it. You did yourself melting into the embrace as the two if you sing, hum and dance together along the waters age and you truly feel as if you've met this man before once upon a dream.

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[cholvoq]

BloodLove

3.1K words / Explicit/NSFW / Read on AO3!

The third installment to my Vamp!Eddie AU! I wanted to do something for @steddie-week, and coincidentally this falls under Day 1’s prompt, Hunger/Pining! Tags are on AO3, happy reading!

It wasn’t a date, Eddie reminded himself. Assuming so would be incredibly presumptuous of him.

He and Steve were…something. Nothing he could put a name or a title to but something.

But that night, the night he could barely hear his own thoughts over his voracity, the night Steve miraculously came to his rescue, something changed between them.

Steve now looked at him with a glint in his eye. A fondness so palpable it drove him crazy.

“We should hang out sometime.” Steve offered today during his shift. Eddie often hung out behind the counter, as being home all the time didn’t necessarily have its perks anymore. Especially with Wayne, who still wasn’t aware of his…condition.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “We hang out all the time.” He was honestly surprised Steve wasn’t sick of him following him around like a lost puppy by now.

Steve gave me Eddie an incredulous glance paired with a scoff. “No, I mean like— hang out hang out. Like a movie or something, at my place.”

Eddie swiveled around on his stool, propping his cheek in his hand. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled, the soft expression crinkling his eyes. Eddie sunk further into his hand, his own face starting to stretch into a grin.

“This month’s selection looks pretty good and between you and me, Robin’s movies aren’t really my speed.” Steve held his hand up, shielding his mouth from the side. “Plus she talks through the whole thing and it’d be nice to have at least one analysis-free movie night.”

“I heard that!” Robin barged in from a room in the back of the store, carrying a box of tapes. “At least I stay awake for said movie nights. The sound of your dad snoring is still ingrained in my mind.”

Steve tossed his hands up exasperatedly. “It was one time! And I don’t snore like a dad.”

Robin made a face as if to say “You absolutely do.”

Eddie chuckled, rising up off his hand. “I mean, I can’t say I’ll be any better Stevie, but I’ll keep quiet.” His voice sweetened suggestively, trying to elicit a reaction out of Steve. “If it’ll make you happy.”

Steve’s cheeks reddened, pressing his lips into a tight line. He held his fingers up in a pinching motion. “This close to revoking my invitation, Munson.”

Eddie grinned widely, twisting a strand of hair between his fingers. “I suppose I could stop by.”

Robin groaned loudly, rolling her eyes practically to the back of her skull. She turned on her heel and walked to the back of the store.

Steve tossed a hand up. “Where are you going?”

Robin pushed the door open. “To puke!” She shouted as the door closed behind her.

Both Steve and Eddie shared an amused look before bursting into a laugh.

Steve’s heart thumped hard in his chest and he smiled, leaning back onto the counter. “Umm…how’s 9:30 sound?”

Eddie stood up from the stool, leaning forward into Steve’s space. He could hear the blood in Steve’s veins quicken as he flicked a tongue over his lips. “It’s a date.”

…Okay. So maybe it was a date. But not on purpose. The word ‘date’ just slipped out of his mouth and now he’s standing on the Harrington’s front porch like a goddamn Girl Scout.

“Knock, dumbass,” Eddie muttered to himself, tugging on a loc of his hair. He let go of the strand and raised his hand up, hesitating briefly before rapping it gently on the door.

His thumb flew to his mouth as he subconsciously chewed at his nail, hearing footsteps and a fluttering pulse heading in his direction.

The door flung open and there stood Steve, a giddy smile immediately spreading across his face. “Hey.”

Eddie grinned, feeling some of the tenseness leave his shoulders. “Hey yourself.” He replied, subtly taking in Steve’s appearance. He smelled warm and vanilla-y, like he just stepped out of a hot shower. He wore a basic white and red ringer t-shirt, tucked into a pair of heather gray sweatpants.

“I picked up The Terminator and…Ghostbusters? Thought I’d give you options.” Steve shrugged.

Eddie melted internally at Steve’s obvious effort to pick movies he thought he might like.

“I was thinking we could also order a pizza?" Steve offered.

Eddie nodded, tilting his head. “I could eat.” Something shifted in Steve’s expression and Eddie cleared his throat. “The pizza n-not—”

He felt his own blood rising to his cheeks as Steve bit back a chuckle. “Just come in, man.”

Eddie took a step inside, raising an eyebrow. “Inviting a vampire into your house?” He joked, trying to stave off his own embarrassment. “Daaangerous game you’re playing, Stevie.”

Steve leaned closer into Eddie’s space, not breaking eye contact. “Well, good thing I’m not afraid of a little danger, hm?” His voice dropped low, rumbling deep in his throat. It caught Eddie so insanely off guard that he didn’t even notice how Steve’s pulse skyrocketed.

Eddie let out a surprised laugh. “Don’t tempt me, Harrington,” he tried to tease, but it fell flat, coming off a little more serious than he meant it to.

Steve’s heart thumped steady and fast and although Eddie was nowhere near hungry enough to feed, a different hunger gnawed at his stomach, curling hot in the pit of his belly.

“Or else what?” Steve reached behind him and slowly closed the door, hand sprawled out next to Eddie’s head. Steve’s breath ghosted over Eddie’s lips and Eddie noticed how the room sweetened, filling with the overwhelming scent of Steve and only Steve.

“Or else I might change my mind about the pizza.” Eddie licked his lips, looking Steve up and down with urgency. “And the movie.”

Steve groaned, tossing his head back. “Fuck you, Munson.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed and Eddie couldn’t help the way his mouth began to water. “D’you have any idea what you do to me?”

Eddie placed an open-mouthed kiss on Steve’s neck, grinning when he shuddered, just shy of a moan. “A hunch.”

He pulled away from his neck and Steve leaned in after him, but not before Eddie held his hand up, Steve’s lips colliding with his palm.

Steve let out a frustrated groan and Eddie smirked, finding the noise way too cute. “Jesus Steve, not even a foot into your house and you’re already trying to get in my pants? Whatever happened to hospitality?”

Eddie expected Steve to roll his eyes or give him a pointed glare, but his eyes widened as something warm pressed into his palm.

Eddie gaped as Steve kissed the palm of his hand, sending goosebumps trailing down his arms.

“I haven’t been able to keep my mind off you since that night y’know,” Steve mumbled, continuing to plant chaste kisses along the heel of his palm. His heart beat wildly against his ribs, causing Eddie to trace his tongue behind his fangs.

“Me neither.” Eddie panted, resolve growing weaker and weaker with every th-thump. “Can’t forget how you tasted either. Shit.”

Whether the sound of hot blood coursing through veins was his or Steve’s, he couldn’t tell. Eddie felt himself sway further into Steve’s space.

“You’ll be okay?” Eddie asked, eyes flitting down to Steve’s neck and back up again. “I know you’re into it and all but if you need me to stop, just say the word.”

“You’re worried,” Steve murmured, eyes briefly falling to Eddie’s mouth. “That’s adorable.”

Something about the way Steve’s voice lowered, the way his lips twitched into the most microscopic smirk, shot heat straight down to Eddie’s cock.

Eddie tilted his head smugly, taking a step forward. “You think I’m adorable, Steve?” He shrugged off his leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor.

He reveled in how Steve’s heart stuttered in his chest, cheeks flushing a subtle pink. He was also well aware of the stairs behind Steve as he took another step forward, leaving little room for Steve to go.

Steve’s mouth opened and closed, confidence seemingly evaporating into thin air. “Um—” He stumbled backward onto the stairs and Eddie took it as an opportunity, sliding between his legs and propping his hands on the step behind his head.

Eddie leaned next to Steve’s ear, thigh pressed tantalizingly into Steve’s groin. “Is that all?” he whispered.

Steve’s mouth fell open, red rushing all the way up to his ears. His eyes flickered up and down Eddie’s face, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

“Hot,” Steve uttered, barely audible in comparison to his pounding heart. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Eddie bent down, lips grazing Steve’s neck. “That’s more like it.” He breathed, before clamping down hard on Steve’s tendon.

Blood immediately filled his mouth, thick and sweet against his tongue. Steve squeezed his eyes shut and let out a pained groan. For a moment Eddie thought he’d bitten too hard, until Eddie felt Steve rut his hips forward, dropping his head onto Eddie’s shoulder.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned, breath labored in Eddie’s ear. He slowly grinded against Eddie’s leg, cock steadily hardening against the pressure.

Eddie relaxed his jaw, extracting his fangs from Steve’s neck. He pressed his tongue against the wound to staunch the bleeding, before dragging it across his skin. Steve dug his nails into Eddie’s back, a small sound of pleasure leaving his mouth.

Eddie sucked on the puncture, eyes slipping shut. Steve’s blood warmed him from the inside out, heat rushing to his cheeks and swirling in his gut. His cock twitched in response, already beginning to ever so slightly strain against his jeans.

Steve rocked his hips underneath him, soft whimpers growing into bitten-back moans. Eddie pulled away from Steve’s neck with a small pop, a soft pant escaping his lips.

Steve’s hair flopped over his eyes, slightly flattened from his head being against Eddie’s shoulder. A sheen of sweat coated his forehead, cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of red. His eyelids drooped low, eyes glossy with lust.

Fuck. Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet and Steve already looked completely fucked out. “Jesus Christ, Steve.”

“Why’d you stop?” Steve asked, something akin to desperation furrowing his brow.

Eddie raked his hand through Steve’s hair, pushing it back to the top of his head. “Jus’ wanted to look at you.”

The corners of Steve’s lips quirked. “Like what you see?”

“Very much, yes.” Eddie nodded, palming at the very noticeable tent in Steve’s sweats, the smallest wet spot forming at its peak.

Steve let out a long, drawn-out moan, hips jerking forward involuntarily. “Fu…” He breathed out, barely even a word.

Eddie moved his hand to cup Steve’s thigh. “Think you can make it upstairs?”

Steve huffed, shaking his head slightly. “I’m hard as fuck, my neck’s bleeding, and my arms and legs feel like Jell-O. Highly doubt it.”

The fact that just one bite could make Steve completely unravel like this made Eddie bristle with a mixture of arousal and pride. He glanced around, eyes settling on the living room. “Is the couch okay?”

“Yes please.” Steve sighed, eyebrows wrenching together.

A sly grin spread slowly across Eddie’s face. “You got it.” He hooked the hand resting on Steve’s thigh under his leg and slid his other hand under Steve’s back.

“What the fu— Eddie!” Steve exclaimed as Eddie lifted him up and off the steps with ease. Eddie laughed in disbelief as Steve’s mouth fell open in shock.

“Jesus Christ, you’re light.” Eddie’s eyes widened, walking over to the living room.

“Wh—to you, maybe!” Steve sputtered, and Eddie noticed a pink flush rise to his cheeks. He let out a snort and shifted Steve’s weight in his arms.

“Perks of being a vaguely vampiric being?” He winked and the flush on Steve’s face deepened. “Just put me down,” Steve grumbled.

Eddie approached the couch, dropping Steve’s lower half a little rougher than he meant to.

“Gen-tle!” Steve hissed, but his tone wasn’t harsh. Eddie chuckled. “Sorry, sorry.”

He carefully laid Steve’s back against the arm of the couch, before quickly climbing on top of him, settling between his legs and straddling his hips.

“Now, where were we again?” Eddie looked up, pretending to think.

Steve roughly grabbed the neckline of Eddie’s shirt, sticking his tongue underneath his bottom lip in a poor attempt to hide his smirk. “Shut the fuck up.”

Eddie didn’t even have time to come up with a witty remark before Steve pulled him forward, lips crashing into his, firm and desperate. His hands flew to cup Steve’s face and he swiped his tongue across his lips, begging for entry.

Steve parted his lips and Eddie lunged at the opportunity, deepening the kiss and licking eagerly into Steve’s mouth. A chord of pleasure was struck in Eddie’s stomach as Steve moaned breathily into his mouth, cupping the back of Eddie’s neck and kissing him harder.

Eddie felt his fangs sharpening, his arousal and his bloodlust growing in tandem. He traced his fingers down Steve’s cheek and torso before pulling his shirt hem up, exposing the trail of hair leading under Steve’s waistband.

Steve took the hint, breaking their kiss to strip the rest of his shirt off, discarding it onto the floor. Eddie did the same, crossing his arms and pulling his tee over his head. He simply stared, eyes slowly scanning Steve’s body.

Steve’s chest rose and fell rapidly, coarse hair flattened across it and dark moles spattered across his broad shoulders and collarbones. His skin puckered around his sides, where his bite wounds had scarred over.

He met Steve’s eyes, which were full of desire and want, and if he didn’t know any better, something more.

Eddie tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, letting it slide out slowly. “You’re beautiful.”

“Funny.” Steve smiled fondly, gaze drifting across Eddie’s face. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Eddie dove back in a little too fast, teeth clacking audibly. Steve exhaled sharply through his nose in amusement, smile too wide to kiss back properly. “Eager much?” He mumbled against Eddie’s lips.

“Sorry.” Eddie chuckled apologetically, too turned on to be embarrassed. “Big teeth,” he explained halfheartedly, smiling sheepishly to reveal his lengthened fangs.

“That shouldn’t be as hot as it is,” Steve muttered, pressing a kiss on the corner of Eddie’s mouth before interlocking their lips again, slow and careful but still charged with passion.

Eddie moaned softly, hands wandering across Steve’s skin. His eyes fluttered shut and he let his senses take the lead, listening to the heavy, metronomic thud of Steve’s heart and losing himself in the near sickly-sweet smell of lust pooling in his veins.

God. A noise that sounded like a mix between a growl and a purr sounded deep in Eddie’s throat, the involuntary sound catching him a bit off guard. He cupped Steve through the fabric of his pants, opening his eyes when Steve groaned against his tongue.

“Can I touch you?” Eddie panted between kisses, eyes flicking frantically between Steve’s eyes.

Steve threw his head back, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth. “You’re killing me every second you don’t, Ed.”

That was all the invitation Eddie needed. He sucked his cheeks in, gathering up saliva in his mouth. He cupped his hand and spat into his palm, the spit still tinged red from Steve’s blood.

Eddie reached down past Steve’s waistband and the elastic of his briefs, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. The moan he got from that alone should’ve been goddamn illegal. Steve immediately thrust into his fist, mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut.

“F-uck .” Steve gasped, knocking his head back into the arm of the couch. Eddie slid his hand up Steve’s shaft and grazed his thumb over his tip, swiping precum across it.

Steve’s cock pulsed in his hand, in rhythm with the deafening sound of his beating heart. Just watching him, seeing him tremble and writhe sent a tsunami of heat flooding Eddie’s abdomen.

Eddie leaned down, still pumping Steve at a steady pace, the slick sound filling the room. He licked up the blood drying on Steve’s neck, tasting salt and caramelized sugar. The previous bite had almost completely healed over, save for two little red marks on his skin.

“Eddie.” Steve choked out, hand grasping at the cushion on the couch. “Please.” He begged, echoing himself a couple of times.

Eddie tongued at the spot, continuing to trail kisses down the column of Steve’s neck. Teasing him. He knew what he wanted. He halted his hand movement, ticking an eyebrow up. “Please what?”

“Assh-oh—” Steve’s annoyance was immediately cut off by a stuttered moan, unusually high for him, as Eddie plunged his fangs back into Steve’s flesh. He sunk his teeth further into Steve’s neck, right where the bite had just healed. His blood was impossibly sweeter, heavy and syrupy against his tongue. Eddie’s nerves felt like livewire, tingling and sparking underneath his skin. He pulled the skin into his mouth, guaranteed to leave a bruise.

Eddie resumed pumping Steve, picking up the pace. “Ah— sh-it.” Steve’s voice cracked, back arching helplessly off the couch. The noises Steve was making were straight-up pornography, ragged moans that fizzled out into airy little whimpers. He humped jerkily into Eddie’s palm, pleasure written all over his face.

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie’s eyes slipped shut, trying to wave off his pleasure threatening to crest over.

Steve folded his forearm over his eyes, chest heaving and neck bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “Gonna cum.” He choked out, his voice sounding foreign to Eddie.

“Yeah.” Eddie panted into the crook of Steve’s neck, unable to ward off his orgasm any longer. Heat coiled tight in the pit of his belly, like a wound-up toy. His hand stuttered on Steve’s cock. If he didn’t do something fast he was gonna cum in his pants, again.

Steve seemed to read his mind because Eddie felt a hand tug at his belt, frantically undoing the buckle. “Don’t stop,” Steve said sharply. Eddie obeyed, starting up the movement again.

Steve threw the belt onto the ground and thumbed at the button, pushing the denim of Eddie’s jeans out of the way. He shoved down the band of Eddie’s briefs, gripping his cock in his hand and pulling it free from the fabric.

It was like a supernova flashed behind Eddie’s eyes as he cried out, thick ropes of cum spurting against his stomach. His abs jolted and twitched as Steve worked him through his climax, moaning into Steve’s neck.

Eddie started working his hand faster and almost immediately, Steve’s breath caught and Eddie felt him spill over, cum warm overtop his fingers. Eddie quickened the pace of his hand, plastering small kisses across his skin as Steve finished, orgasm racking his body.

Steve threw his head back as he came down, mumbling curses under his breath. His cock twitched one last time, finally spent. They stayed that way for a bit, breathing hard into the air of the room.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie huffed, picking his head up off Steve’s shoulder. He wiped his hand on his pant leg and dragged it over his mouth, cleaning off the blood still stuck to his lips.

Steve ran a hand through Eddie’s hair, at the base of his scalp. Eddie sighed, leaning into the light touch. “You good?” Steve asked softly.

“Yeah,” Eddie said, taking a deep breath. “Never better.”

That look returned to Steve’s face, full of fondness and want. “Um…are you still up for our movie date? Since—we got kinda distracted.”

Eddie’s brain short-circuited for a moment. He blinked a couple times. “So it is a date?”

Steve’s face scrunched into an adorably confused expression. “Y—yes?” He replied incredulously. “You were the first one to call it a date.”

A blush rose to Eddie’s cheeks.“It’s a very common saying, how was I supposed to know? Cause y’know, only people who go on dates are people who are— ”

Eddie froze, eyes going a bit wide. “—dating.” His brow furrowed, matching Steve’s previous expression. “Are we dating?”

The corner of Steve’s mouth ticked up, an amused grin spreading across his face. “…Do you wanna be?”

Eddie’s face immediately lit up. He pulled Steve in, kissing him feather-soft, hands cupping his cheeks. Steve inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut. He kissed back, just as gently. They both eventually drew away, faces warm and flushed.

“You have no idea,” Eddie whispered.

Steve’s expression grew coy, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. “So…was that the ‘Let’s make it official’ kiss or should we do another for good measure?”

“You’re a fucking minx.” Eddie chuckled, before once again meeting Steve’s lips, smiling uncontrollably into the kiss. Steve hummed contently, hands raising to support Eddie’s neck.

They broke apart reluctantly, fingers still tracing small circles on each other's skin. Eddie tucked himself back into his pants, which were smeared with dried cum. “Whaddya say we get cleaned up, patched up, whatever—then we can vote on a movie?”

Steve’s hand raised to his own neck. He gently pressed at the bite, healing a bit slower than it usually would, since Eddie broke the skin twice. “Sounds like a plan.”

“But,” Steve started. He scooted over slightly, making just enough room for Eddie to slide in between him and the back cushions. Eddie did just that, snuggling next to Steve’s body. “I wanna stay like this. Just for a bit.”

“Mhm.” Eddie nuzzled further into Steve’s space. “You read my mind.”

Yeah. Eddie thought. He could get used to this.

[siennadraws]

3, 14, 22 for the otp asks?

Hi Ronnie!!

You know this, but for anyone reading, I'm answering with Terys and Solas in mind! For obvious reasons jdjsjs

Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Probably not clothes, but definitely things like jewelry, cloaks/shawls/scarves etc.

Actually, back in Inquisition, Terys did give her spare scarf to Solas. Whether he chose to keep it this past decade is a mystery ;). But the old sap probably did. It's in the same memento box as his Orlesian bard wig.

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

Well, first off: they're very stubborn in their own ways.

Terys is definitely more of a team player, having grown up dalish, but also, while there was room for disagreements (they where even encouraged), her beliefs never ended up drifting far away from her clan's.

It makes them clash a lot (mostly at the beginning) but it's also what allows them to grow. Anyone else would have a hard time changing either of their minds about something. But since they respect one another a lot, and have the mental stamina to just die on their hills, eventually they do yield to each other.

Solas' lone wolf shtick, however, does annoy the living shit out of Terys.

Disclaimer: she is a master of pushing people away when she thinks it's necessary, so she is an hypocrite.

But Solas is the one person she'll never be capable of pushing away (especially because he does that with her already), and when he's around she softens up and stops needing to push people away.

Regardless, it annoys her a lot when he... how do I say this? Because he doesn't mistrust her, it's just that he walks the Dinan'shiral alone... when he doesn't trust her with uh... information.

If after Inquisition (ok, maybe some months afterwards, to give her a breather) he turned to her and explained everything and asked for her help, she'd definitely go: "Ok, I'm 100% with you, lethallin. But let's do this in the most careful way possible, together. We can find a middle ground."

She just thinks it would be easier for everyone if they just worked as a team, instead of two people who sometimes have the same goals goals.

Terys is also very thirsty for knowledge (insert pun about drinking from the Well of Sorrows here) and Solas is always happy to either try to explain how his magic works, or telling about this or that vision in the Beyond. Teaching anything really.

But Solas does love how much Terys loves and is fascinated by magic. It of course saddens him a lot too. Magic should be her birthright, by all means- not a silly little childhood dream she could never quite shake off.

What reminds each of their partner?

Everything.

When Terys goes to sleep and dreams as a Dreamer. When she hears any story about Elvhenan. When she sees magic, or a mirror. When she looks at her arm that's no longer there. When she sees a elvhen painting blending with the nature, or against an Alienage wall. When she smells something just like the oil he massaged into his locs. When she sees something as violet as his eyes.

When Solas is sheltered by the shadows that hid her oh-so-well. When he walks by a forest, reminding himself of all the stories about her life she told him. When he sees a raven, like the one on her face. When he sees any Vallaslin, now, he realizes, more hers than any slave owner before her. When he uses charcoal on his frescoes or when a small detail calls to him, reminding him of the drawings that filled her notebooks. When his magic glitters green, like the Veil, but miraculously, by some trick of fate, the exact color of her eyes.

[lollreagan]

GUYS HELP I MET IRL ADRIEN AGRESTE

i am literally kicking and screaming while writing this💗💓💗💓💗💓💗💓💗

so basically i was at a frat mixer event last night and i see this cute blonde boy there. and i think i saw him on instagram before because he looked kind of familiar, so i KNEW that i had to talk to him

side note: i have a weird affinity for blonde boys. I KNOW IT SOUNDS TOXIC!!! because i HATE HATE HATE when a guy fetishizes blonde girls and i know i’m doing the same but GOD I LOVE THEIR CUTE LITTLE BLONDE LOCS IT’S SO ADORABLE!!! i developed this affinity wayyyy before miraculous so this is totally unrelated.

ANYWAYS! i somehow end up crossing paths with him and i’m like THIS IS MY CHANCE! and so we’re talking and i find out THAT HE IS ON THE FENCING TEAM!?????????? LIKE WHATTTTTTTTTT ARE THE ODDS

okay but sadly he is not french he is russian😅 but the fact that a blonde boy did fencing was enough to convince me that this is irl adrien agreste. idk maybe he’s a secret fashion model too

AND HIS REAL NAME STARTS W AN ‘A’????????????? AHAHSHSGHSKJLNJKNASIJW

anyways so the story: i was talking to him and u know i was possibly intoxicated which is NOT cute at all. he was so adorable and dreamy. and he was older bc he took a gap year. wow this is so much information. anyways i don’t even remember if i told him my name. 

then i was studying in starbucks today and I SAW HIM. the part where i cried tho - he was with another girl. smh. i didn’t go up to him bc i didn’t want to be weird if he didn’t remember me.

maybe next time

anyways i lowkey have a huge crush on him now sooo. and he probably doesn’t even remember me. bruh i hate having a crush like this it’s the worstttttttttt.

xoxo

[goldentangerines]

manuscript search tag

(belatedly) joining an open tag from @talesofsorrowandofruin :-) it took me a few days to translate everything adequately haha

the given words are: sleep, south, sword, saint and summer. all found in my wip willows in gold!

sleep

Sleep eludes her like smoke from a burning house. Asja spends her nights at the window — the gardens are as neatly trimmed and dark as usual for the season — and the days, which are even longer than the darkest hours, at court. The Queen's days are, in times of peace, filled with idle walks across the palace's estates, musical hours and lyrical recitals in the various inner courtyards. And by extension, her entourage's days are, too. And by extension, Asja belongs to her Majesty's entourage, because Yemele does. If only she weren't so tired.

south

The Golden Queen's court is held in the west wing today; the sunset spilling through amber windowpanes and across miraculously white marble lives up to the Queen's title. As they enter — Yemele and Olande up front, curtseying, Asja behind them with Damian's hand in a sweaty, bone-creaking grip — the Queen is laughing about something her lady-in-waiting had said. "Oh," the Queen smiles, her bright, cold eyes setting on their party. "The delegation of the South?" A dark-skinned man with long locs in a blue robe leans over her shoulder from behind and whispers in her ear. "Ah, I see," she says and claps as if to prepare for a children's rhyme. "The dreaded descendants of the God in the Hill are sending the runt of their litter."

sword & summer

But she cannot tell him the truth - she can't, because he's only a boy. He doesn't even count sixteen winters yet. She looks over to where Damian is sitting in a peach tree's shadow, reading. Sunlight filters through the leaves, painting everything softer than it is. She can't tell him — that with every movement of his thin silver chain she sees the blade dance across skin. That every turn of the page sounds like a sword, cutting. That looking at him, here, now, on the brink of summer, hurts more than a golden dagger to her lips.

saint

The Queen of the Wall refuses to rot. The wound in her stomach — where she had been impaled with the wretched spear — doesn't decay. Her hair isn't frail and breaking. Not even her ancient gown is affected by time. The flowers beneath her are still in full bloom. The Queen of the Wall doesn't look alive, she doesn't look as peacefully asleep as the people of Fonadír tell their kids. The Queen is dead, and it's painfully obvious to everyone who lays eyes on her. Her face is gray, her legs broken, her cheeks and lips blank, bloodstained. Even the faint dark bruises on her wrists would be visible if one were to strain their eyes. The Queen of the Wall, the most revered saint in all of Cithane, murdered during prayer, has been frozen in timeless death for three thousand years. But the story of Queen Lyeann and her healer Caleides is alive.

open tag for everyone, please tag me and show me your wips, i'm slowly trying to get back to writeblr :)

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Mesembria (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Mom by her daughter

Bria by the others

Age- 35 (immortal)

Location- New Olympus, Olympius (The Royal Palace)

Personality- A realist through & through, she looks at the world around her as they are, dealing with it practically. She's also independent, honest, & straightforward- a true "go-getter doer." She's currently single.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. Being the goddess of the afternoon her other powers/abilities include limited circadian manipulation, limited umbrakinesis (as it pertains to shadows), limited photokinesis, and limited aerokinesis (not on par with Gaia, Zeus, Demeter, Aeolus, or Nephele). She's at her most strongest from 12 pm through 5 pm.

Bria is a member of The Horae, a fellow "Guardian of the Gates." Aside from being a tour guide docent when the palace is open to tourists and citizens as well as picking up a shift or two at the royal gift shop, Bria also sells rides on her dragon Zenith for 10 drachmas a piece!

She lives in an apartment suite at the royal palace with her daughter Dysis (goddess of the sunset). The color scheme for the apartment is sky blue, pastel mint green, cream, teal, & white. Gorgeous linen and silk curtains hang from the windows. Framed aesthetic photographs she's taken cover the walls in addition to watercolor paintings & various caricature drawings.

Bria gets around the city through use of her animal companion. Zenith is an agile and nimble she-dragon that has pale silver-gray crests, horns, & claws with lapis blue scales and wings (that has shimmery silver accents). Miraculously, the colors of her flames are electric blue!

Aside from her daughter (in which their bond is more like "best girlfriends" than the traditional mother/daughter relationship), her immediate family also includes her fraternal twin sister Hesperis (goddess of the evening & sunset) and her nieces Halcyone (Hallie), Erytheis, & Hesperia (The Hesperides). Bria doesn't get to see them often, so her relationship with them have always been distant. Despite this, Bria still feels protective of her baby sister, especially when it comes to affairs of the heart.

She always starts off her mornings with a session of meditation followed by an appointment with her acupuncturist.

A favorite breakfast of hers are toasted & buttered english muffins, sausage links, scrambled eggs (loaded with kale, onions, black olives, & mushrooms), and garlic seasoned home fries. Bria also likes the Golly Grains brown sugar pecan cereal.

A go-to drink for her is a blue mimosa (which uses blue curacao instead of orange juice). She also likes classic martinis, cola, lemon-lime soda, iced tea, water, rum & cokes, and cinnamon roll milkshakes from The Frozen Spoon. She also likes the large iced mocha coffee & the small spiced apple cider from The Roasted Bean.

Though she gets along with the other members of The Horae, Bria finds herself closer to Nymphe (goddess of self-care), Gymnasia (goddess of excercise & gymnastics), Anatole (goddess of sunrise), Mousika (goddess of studying & music), and Arktos (goddess of the night sky & constellations).

She prefers e-books & audiobooks to physical books.

Her favorite thing to get from The Bread Box is the classic hoagie sandwich.

She usually wears her hair in the style of goddess locs. Bria maintains the upkeep with the use of the Glory's Crown healthy hair oil blend.

Aside from her main responsibilities, she has a couple of other endeavors, one being the debut of her cafeteria style adult eatery in downtown New Olympus called O Estiatório, which prides itself on serving lunch items with an "adult gourmet twist." A menu item quickly gaining popularity is the boozy grilled cheese- made with beer battered bread and oozy melted cheese with champagne added in! The restaurant's grad opening was one of the greatest days in Bria's life! She's also currently developing a signature parfum. Bria hasn't decided on a name, but has picked out the notes of fragrance- sandalwood, vetiver, nutmeg, cinnamon, cedarwood, & amberwood. For other work/means of income she also models for/endorses Heavenly Spark (Zeus' lingerie brand), and Megaleio.

Bria has a casual fashion style- her favorite fashion item being blue skinny jeans of all shades! Her favorite brands to buy jeans from are Luxuria- the fashion brand of Hera (goddess of women & marriage), Nocturnal Vibez‐ the fashion brand of Artemis (goddess of the hunt & moon), and Persuasions- the clothing brand of Peitho (goddess of persuasion & sensuality). She's also a fan of fitted denim jackets, ankle boots, and high top sneakers.

A guilty pleasure for her are olympian sized crinkle cut fries with honey mustard dipping sauce.

Outside The Horae Bria's also friends with Alectrona (goddess of the sun & morning), Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Thilasmós (goddess of nursing), Hesychia (goddess of quiet, stillness, rest, & silence), Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), Horkos (god of oaths), Sophia (goddess of thought), Amphictyonis (Amy) (goddess of diplomacy), as well as several daughters of the Titan couple Oceanus & Tethys, like Telesto.

She finds it odd that single parentage amongst the pantheon isn't generally looked down upon, but among the other beings, especially the mortals, there's always an opinion. Bria knew from the time that she matured that she wanted to become a mother on her own.

Her favorite treat is a slice of the most decadent flourless chocolate cake from Cocoa Delights, the chocolate shop owned by Pandaisia (goddess of banquets).

One recent birthday gift was the jeweled Diamond Ave. clock clutch from Mousika.

She loves snacking on pickles!

Bria is aware of her sister's "situationship" with the Atlas (Titan god of strength & endurance). Hesperis forbade her from vocalizing her opinions so Bria did the next best thing. She traveled to Corinth where she "accidentally" walked up on the reclusive god on his private beach. In short, she warned him that if he ever hurt her sister, her punishment will make the one Zeus handed out look like a joke.

As far as her love life, her last serious relationship was with Favian (god of philosophy). They dated for almost six years and she never introduced him to her daughter and was near impossible to compromise on certain issues & values. Despite the end of their romantic relationship, Bria still has a business relationship with him, being that Favian invested in her restuarant. For now she's enjoying her true freedom and independence, but has also been enjoying messaging Olympos (one of The Ourea) on Fatestagram.

When it's possible for her, Bria wants to one day hopefully own the most expensive pair of jeans- a pair of bootcut style jeans from Diamond Ave. This denim has 15 gems, all sewn in the pants’ back pocket. The 15 diamonds include 10 single carat diamonds (69,000 drachmas), a 4.63 carat marquise cut diamond (141,000 drachmas), two 6-carat round brilliant cut diamonds (340,000 drachmas each), a 5.09 carat princess cut (144,000 drachmas), and a 5.27 pear cut (186,000 drachmas). The jeans, a limited amount made, comes with a 1.3 million drachma price tag.

In her free time Bria enjoys basketball, riding on dragonback, spending time with her daughter, jogging, indoor sky diving, bowling, going to museums, going to the cinema, reading, napping, baseball, cooking, & playing video games.

Her all time favorite meal is macaroni salad.

"Think in the morning. Act in the noon."

[reedreadsgreek]

John 7:18–21

18 ὁ ἀφʼ ἑαυτοῦ λαλῶν τὴν δόξαν τὴν ἰδίαν ζητεῖ· ὁ δὲ ζητῶν τὴν δόξαν τοῦ πέμψαντος αὐτὸν οὗτος ἀληθής ἐστιν καὶ ἀδικία ἐν αὐτῷ οὐκ ἔστιν. 19 Οὐ Μωϋσῆς δέδωκεν ὑμῖν τὸν νόμον; καὶ οὐδεὶς ἐξ ὑμῶν ποιεῖ τὸν νόμον. τί με ζητεῖτε ἀποκτεῖναι; 20 ἀπεκρίθη ὁ ὄχλος· δαιμόνιον ἔχεις· τίς σε ζητεῖ ἀποκτεῖναι; 21 ἀπεκρίθη Ἰησοῦς καὶ εἶπεν αὐτοῖς· ἓν ἔργον ἐποίησα καὶ πάντες θαυμάζετε. 

My translation: 

18 The one speaking from himself seeks his own glory; but the one seeking the glory of the One having sent him this one is true and there is no unrighteousness in him. 19 Has not Moses given you the law? And yet none of you does the law. Why seek you to kill me?” 20 The crowd answered, “You have a daemon. Who seeks to kill you?” 21 Jesus answered and said to them, “One work I did and all marvel. 

Notes:

7:18 

The articular present participle ὁ ... λαλῶν (from λαλέω) is substantival and the subject of the present ζητεῖ (from ζητέω). The participle is modified by the prepositional phrase ἀφʼ ἑαυτοῦ denoting source (“He who speaks from himself”, NASB; “The person who speaks on his own authority”, NET; “Whoever speaks on their own”, NIV). τὴν δόξαν, modified by attributive τὴν ἰδίαν, is the direct object of ζητέω. 

The articular present participle ὁ ζητῶν (from ζητέω) is substantival and a pendant nominative, resumed by οὗτος below. τὴν δόξαν is the direct object of ζητέω. The articular aorist participle τοῦ πέμψαντος (from πέμπω) is substantival, referring to God; the genitive is objective if δόξα has the sense “praise” or “honor” (“honor for the One who sent him”; “to glorify the One ...”). αὐτὸν, referring to ὁ ζητῶν, is the direct object of πέμπω. 

The near-demonstrative pronoun οὗτος is substantival and refers to ὁ ζητῶν above. οὗτος is the subject of ἐστιν (from ἐιμί) and ἀληθής (“true”, NASB, NRSV, HCSB; NIV: “a man of truth”; NET: “a man of integrity”) is the predicate. 

ἀδικία (“unrighteousness”, NASB, NET, HCSB; NIV: “nothing false”) is the subject of the negated present οὐκ ἔστιν (from ἐιμί), which is modified by the locative prepositional phrase ἐν αὐτῷ (“unrighteousness is not in him”), generally translated impersonally (“there is no unrighteousness in Him”). αὐτῷ refers to οὗτος above. 

7:19 

οὐ introduces a question expecting a “Yes” answer (“Has not Moses given ...?”). Μωϋσῆς is the subject of the perfect δέδωκεν (from δίδωμι), ὑμῖν is the indirect object, and τὸν νόμον the direct object. 

καὶ is adversative (“And yet”, NASB; “Yet”, most other translations). 

The substantival οὐδεὶς, modified by the partitive prepositional phrase ἐξ ὑμῶν, is the subject of the present ποιεῖ (from ποιέω; NASB: “carries out”; most other translations: “keeps”) and τὸν νόμον is the direct object. The present-tense of the verb is gnomic. 

The neuter accusative interrogative pronoun τί (“What?”) here functions adverbially (“Why?”; lit. “With respect to what?”). με is the direct object of the nasal aorist infinitive ἀποκτεῖναι (from ἀποκτείνω), which is complementary with the present ζητεῖτε (from ζητέω). 

7:20 

The subject of the aorist passive ἀπεκρίθη (from ἀποκρίνομαι; aor. pass. form with mid. dep. sense) is ὁ ὄχλος. 

δαιμόνιον is the direct object of the present ἔχεις (from ἔχω). 

The interrogative pronoun τίς is the subject of the present ζητεῖ (from ζητέω). σε is the direct object of the nasal aorist infinitive ἀποκτεῖναι (from ἀποκτείνω) which is complementary with ζητέω. 

7:21 

The subject of the aorist passive ἀπεκρίθη (from ἀποκρίνομαι; aor. pass. form with mid. dep. sense) is Ἰησοῦς. Ἰησοῦς is also the subject of the 2nd aorist εἶπεν (from λέγω) and αὐτοῖς is the indirect object, referring to the members of the crowd. 

ἓν is attributive with ἔργον (“one work”, NRSV, HCSB; “one deed”, NASB); NIV, NET translate “one miracle”, although ICC points out that the point isn’t the miraculousness of what Jesus did, but that he worked on the Sabbath. ἓν ἔργον is the direct object of the 1s aorist ἐποίησα (from ποιέω; “performed”, NRSV, HCSB). 

καὶ suggests result (“and therefore”). 

πάντες modifies an implied ὑμεῖς as the subject of the present θαυμάζετε (from θαυμάζω). Note that θαυμάζω can have either positive or negative connotation; as BDAG translates, ‘to be extraordinarily impressed or disturbed’. Due to the leadership’s negative stance toward Jesus, Findlayson suggests translations such as, “surprised, astonished, perplexed, taken aback”.

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Honestly... fair, like out of all the temp heroes mentioned I feel like Polymouse was the only one whose debut episodes I found to be... "Good"? But I won't deny that Mylènè is barely a character (I also have issues with her design like... not this white chick appropriating locs).

Anyway, yeah, most of the temp heroes have the issue of barely being characters and we would be better off with less miraculous holders.

I’m feeling like being a contrarian this evening

Zoe Lee.

This isn’t a defense of Zoe, but more of a “If we’re gonna criticize her for doing X, we need to hold the others to the same standard”

Zoe’s introduction episode and subsequent hero debut episode have not left in a good place, fandom-wise. People are rightly cheesed that this nobody that we JUST met is already a respected and beloved hero in the show, despite only being a major character for two episodes.

But this is a problem that a lot of the fandom’s darlings share, yet they’re celebrated instead of hated. Outside of their akuma episodes and subsequent hero debut episodes, how relevant have Ivan, Mylène, Sabrina, Kim, Rose, Nino, Nathaniel, Marc, Max, Alix and Juleka been?

They all get introduced through their akumas, then have been background characters until they get promoted to hero. And then receive no further development post their hero episode. The one thing working against Zoe in comparison is TIME. Fandom darling Marc Anciel was introduced a Season before they became a hero, but where they relevant in between Reverser and Penalteam?

The others have a lot more time between their akumatisation(s) and hero debut, yes, but was that time used to develop them? To prove them worthy of being heroes? Not really.

Zoe just makes this problem a lot more visible and blatant. But she’s not the only one who has this problem. (This argument excludes all the OTHER problems with Zoe. Which there are a looooot of.) But like my criticism of Fu, if we’re gonna treat Zoe like crap for X we need to hold the others to the same standard.

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Submitted prompt: Universal Chaos

Hi, it's me again, and this time, I got another prompt to add to my "Universal Theater" and "Universal Oblivion" AU prompts.

But this time, it's a prequel to the "Universal Theater". Why didn't I think of this before is a question I am not interested in finding the answers for :)

Contains the beginning of Cosmic Actress (neopronouns: nix/nix/nix/nixself) and nix Amok Natasi (called Time-Clock at first, then changing the name to Natasi soemetimes later. uses the pronouns clo/loc/locs/clockself, used the same as she/her/hers/herself)

TW: character death (Gabriel and Nathalie, also André Bougeois, if you want to add more, do so, ESPECIALLY rich and abusive assholes:) )

Adrien salt (because the events happen in the canonical universe first).

Rjalker here. This is my favorite prompt ever. Here is my reaction throughout the entire thing:

[ID: A screenshot from The Good Place show, showing a demon grinning widely, saying excitedly, while laughing, "This is so exciting!" The rest of the dialoge has been covered with a black line. End ID.]

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"I'm... Tired of... All of this!"

Alya watched in horror as Marinette's expression looked murderous as she spit the words with venom.

The reason was not just because Chloe was the one that started the whole situation by calling her father.

It wasn't just because André basically tried to blacklist Tom and Sabine from ever opening their bakery again and kick them from the city because he felt like it, and because Chloe became more bold since her betrayal.

It also wasn't just because Marinette literally punched André multiple times in a fit of pure rage and knocked him out, as everyone looked with horror as he fell on the ground, a nasty bruise on his face and several broken teeth, Marinette's.

No, what made her terrified was the purple outline on Marinette's face, making it clear that Hawkmoth was corrupting her friend in front of her.

"Yes..." Marinette says, responding to whatever Hawkmoth is saying to her, "Giving people chances is all but useless! If being the good person is such a torment, let's see how things are from the other side!" Marinette states with fury, throwing away her earrings away in anger, no doubt, Hawkmoth's magic twisting her thinking process for his goals.

And Alya hates that she could do nothing to stop it.

The same purple bubbles appear, covering Marinette for a moment, before dispersing.

What stood in her place was a figure with a similar face and a different set of clothes. The eyes of the Akuma cold and uncaring.

Another figure appear alongside the Akuma, looking similar to nix, with a large circle behind loc. The circle had the numbers from one to twelve written in Roman.

"I am Cosmic Actress, and the one... who will teach you what it means to suffer." the Akuma stated with cold rage.

Alya knew at that moment, that her friend is no longer there.

====

Rage.

Hatred.

Desire to destroy.

These were the things that Cosmic Actress felt when nix was... born.

Born from Marinette's rage and hatred towards how her life was being destroyed, feeling like she was always going towards self-destruction no matter what she chose. As if her purpose for being born was to suffer.

Cosmic Actress understood that these feelings were Amplified and twisted. Twisted by the misused Butterfly Miraculous.

But nix didn't care about that.

These feelings gave birth to nix. Nix couldn't just abandon these feelings so easily. Not when they burn so painfully in nix heart.

Nix wants to hurt the idiots that harmed Marinette. Nix wanted them to see how it feels when they were the ones who have the choice stripped from them.

Nix felt as Time-Clock came to existence. The amok born of Marinette's lament at the many choices she was forced to make, the many things she had to sacrifice in the name of a responsibility that was never hers to do in the first place. A being capable of resetting and travelling through time and manipulating space as clo wishes.

A being under Cosmic Actress's full control, from what Mayura stated just one second ago.

Nix couldn't hide the repulsed expression showing on nix face.

Nix doesn't want to control another being! It was disgusting!

Even more, that was part of why Marinette had to suffer, because someone will always try to (and often succeed in) decide her choices for her!

Cosmic Actress immediately pointed a hand towards Time-Clock's Amokized object, the red hair ribbon that was now black.

"Shattered Chains." Nix intoned.

Like shattered glass, the black color shattered as the ribbon became red once more.

And nix could no longer feel the connection between nix and loc.

Neither could Mayura, the villain losing the connection to Time-Clock as well.

Clo is truly free from loc binding now.

"Hey! What did you-!" Mayura started to protest, but Cosmic Actress was already pointing nix hand at nixself before Hawkmoth and Mayura started screaming in nix head at what nix did next.

"Shattered Chains."

The voices of the villains were cut short along with their connection to nix.

The butterfly miraculous was no longer shackling Cosmic Actress. Nix power and freedom now truly belong to nix. Hawkmoth won't be able to hurt nix and rob away nix power like he did to the many previous akumas that disobeyed him.

Now that the little nuisance was dealt with for now, Cosmic Actress took a moment to look at the terrified looks of the escaping citizens, before looking towards where André Bourgeois' unconscious body was being lifted by his most-definitely very underpaid employees.

Now that won't do.

"Please leave. You are not my target." Cosmic Actress said to them, then looked at the Amok as loc looked neutrally at nix. "But if you want to stay, just don't get in my way." Nix added.

Clo gave a smile at that, and said, "It's fine. In fact, I would like to help you. Marinette's emotions gave me life. I want to avenge her as well. It's the least I can do for her. Even if I no longer have to obey someone else's orders." Clo answer was sincere, and loc voice was somehow neither high nor low, but somewhere exactly in the middle, perfectly gender-neutral.

Cosmic Actress nodded and accepted this answer, and focused nix attention towards the mayor once more. The underpaid employees had moved him, but that didn't matter, nix could still sense him.

He was not far away, only a few houses separating them.

Cosmic Actress and the Amok moved at the same time, easily jumping high enough to fly and avoid the buildings. And getting a good look at the still-unconscious mayor that was right below them, the underpaid employees having set him down, exhausted from carrying him. They were standing far enough away that they wouldn't be hit, luckily for them.

Nix raised a palm, energy condensing in front of it. "Oblivion Orb."

The orb rapidly hit the mayor and him alone, erasing his body in an instant.

And with that nuisance dealt with, Cosmic Actress pondered on who to select next.

From Marinette's memories, Chloe was a big source of suffering, but Hawkmoth and Mayura are worse because nix can deal with a weak civilian. Supervillains will be much more threatening.

And of course, another major nuisance is that bratty cat guy, Chat Noir. Nix will make sure to eradicate that bastard for his constant sexual harassment of Marinette. Marinette was forced to allow him keep his ring because of things out of her control and because she was guilt-tripped into doing so. But not Cosmic Actress. Nix will destroy him for what he did, and for being a horrible human in general.

There were also lesser sources of rage, like the populations' inability to understand that Ladybug's "NO" means "NO", not "maybe".

"..."

Supervillains and Chat Noir it is then.

Decision made, nix moved to search for the villains.

Clock-Time decided to help by using loc control over space and time to feel search for them.

The miraculouses have a slight effect on space and time around them thanks to them being powered by a concept (as far as nix and clo know for now) and that effect is what clo is searching for.

"... Not there... Close... No that's probably Tikki's Miraculous... Ah, in that direction!"

Nix followed as clo jumped towards the source.

And ending up in front of one large mansion belonging to one Gabriel Agreste.

Nix frowned.

"Agreste? you're sure? I don't doubt you but didn't Marinette investigate him?"

Clo thought for a moment, "But that was before Mayura appeared so..."

The point was clear. Gabriel had Mayura akumatise him to cover his tracks as Hawkmoth.

"After all, he can't be so stupid to akumatise himself without Mayura, right? I mean, that would be monumentally stupid."

Yes, that would be very stupid and nonsensical.

"By the way, before we start, I want to ask you- uhh, do you like the name Clock-Time, or... do you want to change it?"

For the first time in nix short life, nix felt awkward and unsure.

The name Cosmic Actress was in a way fitting for nix, and nix had chosen it nixself, but nix wasn't sure if the same applied to the Amok and wanted to make sure.

Clo blinked for a moment before smiling.

"Oh! Thanks for the concern! And... yeah. I don't like the name very much. So I will call myself... Natasi!"

"Natasi." nix repeated the name.

"Yes! Pronouns are clo/loc/locs/clockself! Used the same way as she/her/hers/herself."

Nix smiled at loc enthusiasm.

"Natasi, nice to be friends with you. I think I will keep naming myself Cosmic Actress, pronouns are nix/nix/nix/nixself."

Both smiled for a moment before focusing on the goal.

Natasi once more used loc power to get the exact position of the villains, then opened a portal directing to them.

Both were met with the sight of the two supervillains inside their lair, shocked out of their minds.

"You!" Hawkmoth yelled furiously as he raised his cane.

No doubt that he was so angry and frustrated at how easily the two broke from his and Mayura's control.

On the other hand, Mayura felt more... subdued. She looked just as angry, but it felt like she was only trying to.

'No doubt because of using a broken and damaging miraculous.' Cosmic Actress pondered.

Not that their anger meant anything. They both were no match for Natasi and Cosmic Actress.

Natasi simply pointed a finger at Mayura, and a portal opened in front of her so she could not escape, and was sucked into the portal.

"What did you-!" Hawkmoth's yell was cut short as nix punched his head with a force that would have exploded a normal human. Only his defensive suit protected him from the worst of the damage and he ended up being dazed for a moment as his body easily shattered right through the walls and he fell to the ground outside the mansion far below, making a crater in the pavement.

"Well, he is not dead yet. His suit is too strong to die from something insignificant like this. By the was, where is Mayura?" Cosmic Actress said as both jumped down on the ground to finish him off.

"Somewhere in the universe, probably dead already. Don't worry, I can get her miraculous back just fine. These things will not be scratched even by a black hole." Natasi told nix.

Reaching the ground as Gabriel was trying to stand, clutching his head from pain, nix raised a palm, ignoring the fleeing and screaming bystanders.

"Oblivion Orb."

The orb hit Gabriel head-on, and he screamed as he was forcefully detransformed, his suit unable to withstand that amount of damage. It did one thing right, though, it let Gabriel survive it.

With a flick of Natasi's hand, the butterfly miraculous was teleported into loc hand.

"Y- you...! How dare-!" Gabriel started to shout, but both ignored his furious screams, and Cosmic Actress just killed him.

"Good riddance." Nix stated as Natasi opened a small portal and extended loc hand, and bringing from it the Peacock miraculous. Nathalie's body was long destroyed by the forces of the cosmos, apparently.

With this, they only need to make a show and wait for the heroes to appear to get their miraculouses.

So both quickly went to the highest point of the Eiffel tower and nix spammed large Oblivion Orbs and with the help of Natasi, guided them towards a few more people.

There was Audrey, that rich abusive woman, Andre the icecream guy because he was a creep who can't take a "NO" from his customers and doesn't let them pick what they want, and most likely a queerphobe as well.

There was also that racist dude who basically went out of his way to cause trouble to Marinette's mother, and so is that cop, Rogers.

In fact, nix decided to just murder all the cops. They literally did nothing but obey a fascist mayor and solidify his rule. Plus, they were racists anyways. They deserved death.

After a minute or so of mass-killing unrepentant racists and jerks with large orbs of energy, the heroes finally appeared.

Well, the only ones Natasi and Cosmic Actress qualified as heroes were Carapace and Viperion along with Pegasus and Ryuko. Cosmic Actress wasn't so sure about the Ladybug-themed hero, but nix can vaguely recall that she is the former Rena Rouge since she was Marinette's confidant. Scarabella was her Ladybug-themed name, right?

Chat Noir is still not here. Not like it's surprising at this point. Nix recalls from Marinette's memories that th riche brat was starting to shirk his duties even more and being only a show for the sake of harassing her and enjoying her tormented look.

Oh wait, he is actually appearing. He jumps alongside the other heroes looking angry.

Did Cosmic Actress trouble him somehow for him to be this annoyed? Or maybe nix killed someone he actually cared about?

Oh no, nothing to worry about. He just started being passive-agressive to Scarabella because his "bugaboo" isn't here. The other heroes were at least paying attention to Cosmic Actress and nix friend even while telling him not to worry about Ladybug for now, because the villains are the real concern, but Chat Noir is not even looking. His is focusing his attention at Scarabella.

"As much as I can enjoy your excellent 'bonding experience'," Cosmic Actress started to call, the sarcasm heavy in nix voice. "I have other things to do right now. So give me your miraculouses and I will leave you alone. Except Chat Noir. We hate you personally." Nix stated in a matter-of-fact tone with the heroes getting even more tense at nix words.

Chat Noir apparently thought it was a great time to joke about the situation as he put his hand on his chest looking like a kicked puppy. "Meowch! This hurt me, Marinette! Am I really this unbearable to a girl like you?"

It took a great deal from both nix and Natasi not to just immediately and violently throw him into the sun.

Nix looked at him coldly.

"First, I am not Marinette. I am Cosmic Actress. I am also not a 'she'. I don't have a gender. I use the pronouns nix/nix/nix/nixself, remember them. I expect you to have at least some memory capacity in your head for things other than Ladybug. As for being unbearable, it's more like hating you for being a sexual predator incel."

It was very satisfying to see how his jaws dropping along with the rest of the group.

"What!?" He screamed angrily with his eyes narrowing.

Natasi just blinked as clo spoke with a smile, but what was coming from loc mouth was anything but gentle or sweet: "But what else can you call a guy who constantly asks for kisses and dates when a girl explicitly tells him to stop and refuses to stop, when he keeps attempting, and even succeeding in violating her boundaries?" Clo asked, "Remember when Gigantitan attacked and Ladybug was busy holding back the akuma, only for you, Mr. Totally-A-Gentleman, to decide to go for a kiss?" Clo pretended to think about it, then added, "Oh wait, that was also when thanks to your great help, Ladybug lost focus and the akuma destroyed Marinette's room and you only laughed at how funny the whole thing was! Who knew that watching someone you called a friend almost dying is so hilarious?

"Or maybe, you want us to talk about the times you were a very understanding partner by refusing to help Ladybug fighting an akuma because she didn't want to date you? You know? Like what happened when Frozer and Glaciator attacked? Oh wait, didn't you also try to guilt-trip Marinette into shipping you and Ladybug in the middle of the night when Glaciator came?

"Yeah, how romantic you are. Especially when Mayura almost stole your ring by using a fake Ladybug who only said that 'she' loves you and was about to kiss you. Such a shame that you were unable to see the trickery. Truly, Sentibug was a master at fake-acting and totally acted like Ladybug and not like your sick and twisted version of her that you want her to be~! So, is there any recent romantic actions Ladybug did for you? I mean, the last thing I can recall is her throwing you in the trash, which I guess was technically very romantic from your perspective, since she didn't just rip away the ring from your hands when she was the literal Guardian and had every right to find your identity or retire you completely."

Natasi and Cosmic Actress were both smiling at the shocked expression of the heroes, all of them horrified.

Because none of them knew of how Chat Noir acted when they weren't there. They never knew what he did when Ladybug, his victim, was the only witness.

Viperion and Scarabella looked horrified the most, and Cosmic Actress didn't know why, and wouldn't care right now.

But Chat Noir? He was also pale, and his body was shaking as he clutched his staff tightly. And nix could feel it.

Rage.

Rage at being called out and insulting his so-called love for Ladybug.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" He rushes with vengeance as his staff extends.

"Chat Noir, don't!" Viperion yells in warning, he tries to move and stop him. He can feel the danger. but it's useless.

Natasi raised loc hand-

And both Chat Noir and Cosmic Actress vanish from the tower.

Natasi looked down at the heroes neutrally.

"You don't need to worry about your... teammate. I am sure he will find himself in good company with Cosmic Actress."

Viperion doesn't hesitate on what to do. He will fix this mess! He'd already set the timer before he got here!

He slid the snake bracelet.

"Second Chance!"

...

Nothing happened.

He couldn't feel himself go back in time.

The rest looked at him in surprise.

"What? Why!?"

He looked in shock at his bracelet.

Natasi just sighed.

"Sorry, Viperion. I like you since you were supportive of Marinette but... I am not letting you interfere with this. So I just stopped time from being rewound by your miraculous. Sorry." Clo shrugged.

"And if you are wondering about where they were sent off, well..."

A sound of a large explosion reached their ears, from the direction where the Agreste mansion is located.

"There they are." Natasi finished.

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"How dare you!?" Chat Noir snarled as Cosmic Actress ducked under another swipe from his staff, which easily destroyed another wall of the Agreste mansion.

Nix opponent looking vengeful.

"I dare, because I have basic decency. And basic decency says that you are a harasser!" Nix stated, anger clear in nix tone before blocking the staff with one arm, taking no damage.

"I love Ladybug! She's my love!" He roars angrily, "Cataclysm!"

Cosmic Actress felt nix blood boiling as Chat Noir kept saying he loves Ladybug, and he is even trying to kill nix most likely.

"Chat Noir. Do you really think yelling that phrase over and over will make me believe it!?" Nix shouted back, avoiding the Cataclysm and giving the so-called hero a kick that threw him to the wall. "If you really loved her, you would have accepted her feelings and stopped asking for kisses and dates! You would have stopped calling her names she didn't like! You would have respected her boundaries that she had made clear a hundred times by now!"

Chat Noir was already standing back up, but Cosmic Actress was already above him.

"It seems that for you, the word 'love'...!" nix yelled as nix fists hit Chat Noir, throwing him away so hard out of the mansion, the same way his father had been thrown earlier.

"Ugh!" He quickly stood up again only to find Cosmic Actress in front of him once more.

"It seems like 'love' is just a valid reason for sexual harassment as far as you are concerned! Right?!"

Nix threw an Oblivion Orb that hit his Cataclysm, and wasted his power as the two spells collided and the Oblivion Orb overpowered and wiped out the Cataclysm.

"Even when Ladybug lost her voice...! Even when Mayura made a fake Ladybug...! It seems that it doesn't matter how much time you spend with your 'beloved', since you only care about your twisted version of her that can only exist to be tormented and mocked by you! But this nonsense ends now!"

The last sentence was accompanied by Cosmic Actress' arms holding Chat Noir as nix looked at him with venom that made his eyes show shock and fear.

Nix hand easily ripped away the Ring, detransforming him.

Cosmic Actress eyes widened in shock as nix recognized the person who was hiding behind the mask.

"Adrien Agreste..." Nix said numbly.

=======

It felt ridiculous. So ridiculous.

The guy that Marinette fell in love with, because he was nice to her.

The guy that she suffered a lot for his sake. Where she had to allow her own birthday gift for him to be stolen and never tell him the truth because she wanted him to be happy. Where she felt ashamed of celebrating the leaving of her long-time bully because this insensitive brat loved Chloe his childhood friend so much more than he cared for any of her victims, including Marinette, the one who loved him because he was nice to her once...

And he is her harasser.

And Chat Noir... is what he is in the dark. When no one is looking.

Chat Noir is how he really wants to act. When there is no fear of repercussions and responsibilities to negatively impact him.

Cosmic Actress doesn't know what to feel; Horrified? Disgusted? Angry? Numb? Tired?

In the end, pure rage and hatred won.

"YOU...." Nix gnashed nix teeth from wrath. "DIE!"

A blast of energy came to existence, obliterating everything around nix.

Adrien along with the Agreste mansion and the surrounding houses ceased to exist.

All what was left was Cosmic Actress trying so hard to calm nixself back down. Nix body was shaking, and nix expression was still wrathful. Nix wanted to just obliterate the whole world, but barely, nix controlled nixself.

It would be several long minutes later that Cosmic Actress managed to calm down enough, and decided to deal with Scarabella and the rest.

Then nix will see if the Wish can help nix in attaining nix desires.

======

The battle with the rest of the heroes was basically a cake-walk.

There was nothing they can do.

Just Cosmic Actress was more than enough, but with the help of Natasi? It was basically like a level 999 monster fighting a newbie in all but name.

No matter how much they tried, it was all useless.

It didn't matter how much they resisted.

Defeat was the only option.

As nix wore both the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses along with the Butterfly and the Peacock, Cosmic Actress breathed.

"Natasi. I am going to use the Wish. Do you really want to follow me still? It might be dangerous." Cosmic Actress asked nix friend.

Natasi only smiled. "I'm sure. I want to be with you. Please grant this selfish request of mine."

Cosmic Actress could only shake nix head. Maybe having a friend with you in a rewritten universe will not be so bad.

Nix can only hope.

Nix breathed once more.

"Okay then. Tikki, Plagg, unify! I wish that---------!"

With that, the world turned into a rainbow as reality shuddered...

And changed. ========= END...

For now. ========= Well, this is it. the beginning of my AU.

Chronologically, this is the first one.

The second one is actually another prompt that I did not write yet. Would have written it as part of this prompt but I felt that the tone will be messed up way too much for my liking. Don't worry though, I will write it someday:) I hope.

Then Universal Theater.

And finally Universal Oblivion.

Goodbye! :)

(I literally love everything about this)

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Hi! jennie and adrien(miraculous), layouts pls^^❤️💜

hope you like, honey <333

[bradshawsbaby]

Flight Scare (Rooster x Wife!Reader)

Author’s Note: First time trying to schedule a post in advance. Hope it works and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of a near-death experience, angst, lots of fluff.

- You’re in the middle of doing the dishes when your cell phone starts ringing, cutting off the playlist you had been listening to.

- When you see that it’s Phoenix calling, you put it on speaker phone so you can continue with the dishes. You and Phoenix have been close since you and Rooster first started dating, so you know she won’t mind. You figure she must be on a break from the training exercises Rooster and the others are working on for the day.

- “Hey, Phoenix! Sorry, I’m just in the middle of washing the dishes. Are you and the guys still coming over for—”

- “Y/N,” Phoenix cuts you off, her tone serious. You can hear it in her voice that she doesn’t want to scare you, but clearly this isn’t just a casual phone call.

- The plate you’d been holding in your hand falls to the floor with a loud crash as she says the word no aviator wife ever wants to hear: g-LOC.

- “He’s going to be okay,” you can hear Phoenix saying, though her voice sounds far away. Your vision seems to be tunneling and you need to clutch onto the kitchen counter to keep from collapsing onto the shattered porcelain currently scattered across the kitchen floor. “Y/N, listen to me!” Her voice is stern, but full of concern. “He’s going to be okay, you hear me? They’re just going to keep him in the infirmary overnight for observations.”

- You can barely breathe as you frantically hang up and immediately rush to find your sandals, your purse, and your car keys. You know you won’t be able to breathe properly until you see him and can check for yourself that he’s really alright.

- When you arrive at the infirmary, heart pounding and palms sweating, Maverick is waiting outside for you. The sight of him breaks any last ounce of reserve that you have left. You collapse into his arms, sobbing.

- “Hey, hey, hey,” Mav murmurs comfortingly, patting your back with a surprisingly gentle hand. “He’s okay, kiddo. He really is.”

- “I want to see him,” you cry out, chest heaving as you attempt to compose yourself and fail miserably.

- “Come on,” Maverick nods, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you towards Rooster’s room.

- When you arrive, trying to wipe most of your tears away so that Rooster won’t see them, you find him sitting up in bed, looking miraculously unscathed.

- “Mrs. Bradshaw, don’t tell me you were crying,” he says, his eyes latching onto you immediately as soon as you and Maverick appear in the doorway. He’s obviously trying to lighten the mood, but when he sees how shaken up you are, he sobers and holds out an arm to you.

- You immediately run to his side, burying your face in his neck as you start to cry again. “Oh, baby,” you whimper, clinging to him as if to prove that he’s really there.

- “Hey, hey,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your hair. “Don’t cry, honey. I hate it when you cry.”

- “I’m sorry,” you hiccup, trying to brush the tears away once more. “When Phoenix called—I was just so scared. I mean, g-LOC…”

- “I know,” Rooster replies quietly, his arm tightening around your shoulders. “Mav here had my back though,” he adds, glancing up at his father’s best friend, still in the doorway.

- “You know nothing’s ever going to happen to him so long as I have something to say about it,” Maverick tells you with his typical cocky grin. But you can tell that, deep down, he’s shaken up by today’s events, too. It’s hard not to be, when death looms so near. Mere seconds, and they could have been having a very different conversation.

- You run over to Mav and wrap your arms around him tightly, kissing his cheek. “Thank you,” you whisper in his ear.

- “No need to thank me, kiddo,” he whispers back, giving you a light squeeze.

- “Hey, I’m the one stuck in the infirmary all night,” Rooster cuts in, pretending to pout.

- “I’ll leave you to handle his whining,” Maverick chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully as he tactfully gives you both some privacy.

- Smiling, you move back over to your husband’s bedside. You were planning to pull a chair up, but Rooster grabs you around the waist and pulls you onto the bed beside him. The two of you sit in silence for a while, your fingers laced together as you soak in the simple, blessed sound of both your hearts beating and the breath in your lungs escaping through your lips.

- “I was really scared,” you confess quietly, turning to look up at him. You’ve already memorized every line of his face, but you work once more to commit it all to memory. You feel, not for the first time, that you understand a small sliver of what your late mother-in-law had gone through.

- “I was scared, too,” Rooster admits, resting his forehead against yours. “Not scared of dying, really. You kind of have to be prepared for that in this line of work. But scared of leaving you. Scared that I’d never get to see your face again,” he says softly, running his fingers through your hair.

- You feel tears pricking your eyes again as the reality sets in of all you could have lost today. “I love you so much. Please promise me…” You let your sentence trail off, knowing that he can’t promise you what you want. He can’t promise that accidents won’t happen. He can’t promise he won’t go into g-LOC again. He can’t promise he’s always going to come home.

- He smiles down at you sadly, able to read your thoughts. He knows he can’t make those promises. He can’t promise he won’t one day break your heart the way his dad broke his mom’s.

- “You know I can’t promise that nothing will ever happen to me,” he says gently, stroking your arm with his calloused fingers. “But I do promise to spend every minute of every day that I have on this earth loving you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N Bradshaw.”

- “I love you, too, Bradley Bradshaw. Forever,” you whisper back, a few stray tears slipping down your cheeks. He brushes them away tenderly with his thumb.

- Technically, you’re not supposed to spend the night in the infirmary, but Maverick pulls a few strings so that no one bothers you. Rooster tries to convince you to sleep in the bed with him, but you insist that he needs real rest and opt for a chair instead.

- Once the doctors clear him the next morning, you’re able to drive your husband back to your apartment, which is a huge relief for both of you.

- You insist that Rooster go get some rest while you head to the kitchen to make him breakfast. Within minutes, however, you feel a strong pair of arms around your waist and a familiar mustache tickling your neck.

- “You need to be in bed,” you scold him, swatting at his arm.

- “Mhm, sure,” he grins mischievously. “But not without you,” he says, suddenly throwing you over his shoulder.

- “Bradley Bradshaw!” you gasp, smacking his back lightly. “What do you think you’re doing?”

- “Well, Mrs. Bradshaw, the doctors did clear me for full service,” he tells you with a wink, playfully pinching your butt as he carries you into the bedroom.

- He lays you down lovingly on the bed and then crawls on top of you, caging you with his arms. “And I did promise to spend every minute I have loving you. So that’s what I intend to do.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

the heroes meet - Huma Miraculous AU

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Harry was breathless as he flew above Auradon city, the miraculous suit that covered his skin had given him, well; miraculous powers. He tossed out the magical yoyo and swung down towards a tall building; using a light pole as an anchor. He landed on his feet and rolled into his shoulder as he did, hopping back up with a wild grin.

“wow” he shook his hands as he paced back and forth about the rooftop “holy shit holy shit; this is fucking amazing, im a fucking superhero! Wait holy fuck what should my name be?” “holy shit there's another one!?” Harry jumped nearly 10 feet in the air as a sudden voice interrupted his excited rant and he spun around…to see his best friend in a cat costume? “Uma?” Harry yelled, pointing his finger at her in shock. “Harry!?” Uma screeched, her now very long and thick hair, that was twisted into locs; puffing up like an angry cat. She was also pointing at him. “you’re my partner?!” they said at the same time, then they both started laughing, Harry crouching to the ground as Uma covered her face “aren’t the masks supposed to prevent anyone from knowing our true identities?” Uma asked with a laugh, having thoroughly interrogated her kawami about the whole superhero thing. Harry shrugged from his place on the floor. The two looked up as a loud crash echoed from a few blocks away, then they glanced at each other with a smirk “we can get back ta this later” Uma hummed, with a terrible impression of his accent, and Harry snorted with a roll of his eyes.

“Are yeh tryin’ ta mock me or somethin’?” Harry muttered, spinning his yoyo in preparation to launch towards the Akuma. Uma just smirked at him “well if we’re going to make secret identities? Might as well make our superhero selves the opposite of ourselves? And who is more opposite than me than my very loud and chaotic Scottish best friend?” Harry laughed loudly, rubbing the back of his head and turning. He thought for a moment while Uma chuckled to herself, then he spun around, his face suddenly very serious and not an ounce of his usual chaotic self  in sight. Uma burst into laughter, flopping on the ground.

“oh, my gods! Are-are you doing a me?” Uma slapped her hand on the ground as Harry chuckled, walking over to her and lifting her to her feet “wha’? so yeh can do an impression of meh but I can't do the same fer yeh? Unfair Uma~” Harry purred, in a way that made Uma flush and she hid her face behind the fluff that also hid her human ears. “while we’re behind the masks” Uma started, pushing down the stutter that wanted to interrupt her words “it's Marvi Gáta to you.”

Harry snorted “Black cat, how original” he gestured to her sleek black and aqua-colored uniform with dashes of gold here and there. Uma stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms “oh yeah? You come up with something better than that eh?” Harry hummed, the two of them ignoring the Akuma that was slowly getting closer to them “Neverbug” Harry said with a snap of his fingers, a smile on his lips. Uma’s smirk turned soft, Neverbug. How cute. It was from a story Harry’s mother used to tell when he was a kid and couldn’t sleep; Uma had always liked it as well.

“well it’s no Marvi Gáta” Uma teased, struggling up to harry and fixing his jacket color, admiring the gold details that trailed down to the tails “but it’ll do. Now come on bug boy!” Uma rocketed into the sky with the help of her staff, Harry smiling up at her in awe, as he always did “we got an Akuma to defeat!” Harry laughed, following her lead with his yoyo.

The adventures of Neverbug and Marvi Gáta had begun.

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