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oops, now theyre all vampires

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Reine Ruse Part 3

Hello again all! I hope that you guys are having a great week! I’m really excited to see what you all think of this chapter. I hope that it lives up to your expectations! I do want to note that I drew a lot of inspiration for Chloe and Chat Noir’s conversation in this chapter from @miraculouscontent ‘s “Been there, done Chat” installment of their LadyBugOut universe. (If you are on this website and have by some strange twist of fate not seen this au, I suggest that you go look at it now. It’s AWESOME.) 

Also, let’s pretend that either Princess Fragrance didn’t happen or Chloe has totally forgotten what Tikki looked like, okay?

Anyway, I think that’s all for now... I hope that you enjoy! Once again, feel free to message me if you’d like to be added to the tag list or if you’ve asked before and I’ve forgotten. Computers are hard sometimes. :)

Chloe

As soon as Chloe saw a flash of blonde hair leaping across the street towards her balcony and Chat Noir landed on the stone before her, out of breath, everything made sense.

“Where is --” She didn’t even let him finish asking before she wound up and slapped him in the face. “Ow! Hey, what the --”

“Stop.” She was too angry to fight the urge to flinch as her mother’s voice left her lips. Sharp enough to cut glass and shatter dreams, it stopped Chat Noir mid-sentence. “Sit down,” face hard, she gestured to one of the patio chairs behind him. “We are going to have a conversation, Chat Noir. And you are not going to leave, move, or even open your mouth until I am finished, do you understand?”

Still gaping like a fish, he fell back onto a chair, likely more from shock than anything else. Good. Unfortunately, she didn’t have Pollen or her powers right now, so if he actually decided to fight back there was, realistically speaking, not much she could do. She hoped that he wouldn’t hurt a civilian, but the way he’d apparently just been chasing Ladybug across the city like a goddamn predator was causing her to have second thoughts. It would be better if she could get this all out before he decided how to react. Even if he didn’t listen to her, she could at least give Ladybug time to work out a plan or get away. Keeping her face carefully blank, she delicately lowered herself into a chair across from him, back ramrod straight and ankles crossed, staring dead into his eyes.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you’ve been living under a fucking rock or something and you don’t know the kind of monumental asshole you’re being. I want to tell you a story about my best friend, Adrien. You probably at least know of him, considering his face is plastered across half of Paris. He’s a model, and even though he’s not even in lycee yet, he’s dealt with a gross amount of sexual harassment. Girls will pursue him and hang over him and touch him without his consent. It makes him feel insecure and uncomfortable in his own skin. I can’t even fucking count the number of times I’ve had to step in at a modeling event. I hate those fucking things, I only go because I know that if I don’t keep an eye on Adrien his fucking deadbeat dad won’t either and Adrien’s too unsure of himself to tell people off, even when they’re harassing him. He’s had to take out restraining orders against people and be nervous about stalkers finding him. The things that it’s done to that boy emotionally… it’s really profoundly shitty for anyone to go through. So, imagine my surprise when Ladybug drops by for a visit because there’s apparently no one else she can fucking turn to and starts making the same excuses for her goddamn partner that I’ve heard Adrien make for more than one of his harassers! ‘He doesn’t mean it,’ she said, ‘That’s just how he is,’ she said, ‘I’m just being sensitive and stupid,’ she said.” Chloe’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I really don’t know what your fucking problem is, cat boy, but I suggest that you pull your head out of your ass and stop sexually harassing the partner you’re supposed to be protecting and supporting before you damage her self-image any more. Do I make myself clear?”

Chat Noir sat stiffly in his chair, eyes blown wide and mouth gaping. If it had been any other situation, Chloe would have been running for a camera to capture his more-moronic-than-usual expression, but, as it was, she merely continued to glare at him until he jolted out of whatever stupor he’d been in. “But,” he sputtered, “but, it’s different! We’re meant to be! The ladybug and the black cat! Ladybug and Chat Noir! It’s destiny!”

Chloe felt her nails dig into her palms as she fisted her hands. “What?” her voice was dangerously low.

Chat didn’t seem to notice her growing rage. “She flirts with me all the time and she kissed me, twice. We were chosen for this -- we’re soulmates! Why can’t she see that?”

Chloe stepped forward, channeling all of her pent-up anger into her arm, and punched Chat Noir firmly in the face. She felt a stab of righteous satisfaction when she saw the blood dripping from his nose, even if her hand did hurt like hell. “Do you have any fucking idea what you sound like right now?” She had lost all control on the volume of her voice and was practically screaming at the superhero sitting before her, clutching his bloody nose. “You sound like one of those psychos who straight up murder women because they won’t talk to them on the fucking street. News flash alley cat, Ladybug is a fucking human being. She has her own life and her own feelings and she seems pretty fucking sure that you are, not, in fact, in a relationship and that you’re making her really uncomfortable with your shitty ‘nice-guy’ behavior. You have no right to any emotions or relationship that she does not want to give you because you don’t own her. God, I don’t know what absolute fucking moron picked such an entitled ass to protect Paris, but, if I ever meet him I’ll punch him too. Now, Ladybug has made it clear that she does not want to see you, so I suggest that you scram before I make you, and go have a long, hard think about your behavior, capiche?” She hefted her fists again threateningly and was pleased with the speed at which Chat Noir flung himself off of her balcony and into the night. Well, that was one problem sorted. She turned and walked back through the patio doors of her suite, features melting into a worried frown. Ladybug...

Tikki

“Spots off!” Marinette choked out as soon as she’d slammed the door of Chloe’s bathroom behind her, sinking to the floor as her transformation faded. Tikki felt herself gather out of the disappearing super suit and flew to hug her chosen’s cheek as soon as she was corporeal. Marinette buried her head in her arms and started sobbing, her entire body shaking. The tiny god’s blood boiled as she wiped away her chosen’s tears with paws that always seemed too small for the girl’s sorrows. She couldn’t believe the nerve of that cat! Not only to be so clingy and prying and personal on a patrol but to chase her bug across the city like he was hunting her afterward? It broke Tikki’s heart to see her chosen so distraught and the last thing she wanted to do was to leave her, even for a moment, but if Chat had come after them, she had to scope out the situation in case they needed to run again. Tikki pressed a kiss to Marinette’s forehead and then floated up to lock the bathroom door before phasing through it.

She moved quietly down the hallway, floating close to the wall where she could easily hide. She peered around the corner toward the balcony doors and was greeted with the sight of Chloe slapping Chat Noir in the face. A bolt of vindictive joy shot through her as Chloe sat her bug’s partner down and gave him a thorough tongue lashing about how he’d been treating Marinette. Well, Ladybug, but tomato, tomato. She nearly flew out of cover, vibrating with anger at the entitled way he talked about her chosen. Because of what, two kisses, one which took place to save him from being brainwashed -- again -- and another that neither of them could remember and some mid-battle banter he thought that she owed him a relationship?! Fortunately, Chloe liked that particular line of thinking about as well as she did and all Chat Noir got out of it was a bloody nose. Tikki watched silently as Chloe chased Chat Noir off of her balcony, clenching her bruised hand and nearly shaking with rage. As soon as he was gone, a change swept over her chosen’s enemy-turned-protector.

Chloe slumped, the anger draining out of her, and turned back towards the balcony doors, a worried frown marring her features. She took a single deep breath, stepped determinedly back inside and looked around. Tikki could still hear the faint sound of her chosen’s sobs down the hallway and, after taking a moment to think about it, she flew out of her hiding place. “Hello, Chloe.”

Chloe’s eyes widened dramatically and her jaw fell open. “You-you're --” she looked down the hallway. “Is she okay?”

The mother in Tikki felt a fierce flash of approval that the first thing that Chloe thought of was her bug. Good. She looked back over her shoulder. “She’s… having a tough time. Thank you for what you did for her.”

Chloe glanced back toward the balcony and then down at her bruised knuckles. “I shouldn’t have had to.” She said quietly.

“I know.” Tikki’s voice was understanding as her heart swelled with an unexpected fondness for the girl. She flitted closer and gestured at Chloe’s hand. “May I?”

Chloe looked confused but nodded and Tikki pressed her paws onto the bruises and closed her eyes, concentrating. A moment later she flew away satisfied and Chloe flexed her fingers, surprised that the pain was gone.

“How did -- you know what, never mind. If you can rebuild half the city in half a minute, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.” She shifted her weight from one foot to another. “What should I do now?” The words were uncertain.

“Let’s go see.” Tikki held a small paw out towards Chloe, who reached forward and softly curled her fingers around it and they moved together down the hallway, drawing to a halt outside the bathroom door.

“Ladybug?” Chloe questioned, gingerly laying a hand against the door as muffled sobs sounded from inside.

“Is he gone?” The heroine sniffled.

“Yeah,” Chloe replied. “I sent him packing. He had no right to do that to you.”

“...Thank you.” The words were quiet and still too despondent.

“... I may have punched him in the face.”

That drew a startled watery chuckle out from the other side of the door.

“Ladybug… what can I do?” Chloe’s mouth shaped the words hesitantly.

“I… I don’t know. I guess…” she trailed off.

“What?” Chloe coaxed gently. She’d picked up rather quickly on the fact that Tikki’s chosen was unusually timid when it came to self-advocacy, especially in the face of the bold front she presented towards supervillains. There could be times, Tikki knew well, that trying to encourage Marinette to admit that she wanted or needed something could be not so different from coaxing a wounded animal out of the brush. For all her usual brashness, Chloe was getting better at reading her chosen’s moods and responding accordingly. Not for the first time that week, Tikki bitterly thought that the Bourgeois girl, of all people, would make a better partner for her bug right now.

“I…” Marinette took a large, gasping breath from behind the door. “... A hug. I really, really need a hug right now.”

Chloe looked at the door, at Tikki, and back at the door. Her eyes sparked and she bolted down the hallway towards her bedroom, running back just as quickly clutching a yellow and black scarf in her hand. Upon reaching the bathroom door, she raised her hands and tied the scarf across her eyes as a blindfold.

“Open the door,” Chloe said. “I can’t see you, I promise.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Tikki felt a breeze of displaced air against her form as she saw the door open. She flew down to assume her customary comforting place, nestled against Marinette’s neck as her chosen looked at Chloe with teary eyes. Tikki was nearly dislodged as Marinette threw herself at the blonde, sending both of them to the hallway floor.

Chloe

She couldn’t believe it when she’d heard the door open. She believed it even less when she felt Ladybug’s civilian form crash into her, their knees knocking together and Chloe’s elbow banging into the wall behind her as she fell to the floor. She bit back a curse at the tingling that was running down her arm and wrapped her arms around Ladybug’s shoulders. She felt the superheroine’s hands grasp the back of her shirt as she sobbed into her arms. She raised a hand and carded her fingers through Ladybug’s hair, trying to make appropriately soothing sounds.

Chloe was hyper-aware of the warm skin of Ladybug’s arms that brushed against her own. She was glad that Ladybug’s head was buried in her neck because, despite the shitty circumstances, she was sure her face was about as red as Lahiffe’s fucking baseball cap. This is so not the time, Bourgeois. After a while, Chloe could feel her legs start to go numb as her body complained from the lack of movement and the presence of a superhero that was about eighty percent on top of her at the moment. She didn’t particularly want to move, but Ladybug’s sobs had trailed off, and she knew that she had to at least try to get the superheroine out of her own head so that she didn’t do something stupid like twist the events of the evening to blame herself.

“So, uh, do you want to watch a movie?”

Ladybug barked out a short laugh and shifted off of Chloe, hands raising to presumably wipe her eyes. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

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The Beautiful & Damned (5/7)

Female Reader x Young!Remus Lupin | Female Reader x Young!Sirius Black

Chapter 5: Marauders to the Rescue

A/N: I love Sirius Orion Black so goddamn much. I just re-read what I wrote (adding stuff here and there) and that’s when the thought hit me. I want one in my life, why can’t I have one?... 

Jokes aside, I appreciate your likes and your asks to be in this story’s taglist so much! Thank you for indulging in my story and supporting my humble vision of what Marauders are like.  I hope you enjoy!

New to the series? - Accio Chapter 1: The Golden Couple - Accio Chapter 2: No, Definitely - Accio Chapter 3: Misread - Accio Chapter 4: Bravado Falls

Fear was bringing out the worst in him, Remus knew as much. How did he even secure a place in the Gryffindor house, for Godric’s sake? Where was that much-vaunted bravery he was supposed to be the poster boy for? 

The entire situation had clearly blown out of proportion. Because of how afraid he was to face pity and rejection, he was losing the people that cared for him, loved him despite of his furry little problem. He acted like a hormonal teenager (which he still kind of was, he tried to justify himself) and like a hands-down, the most disgusting twisted little git last night in the Common Room. This needed to stop, before he lost everything he had under the sun. 

Easier said than done: pacing back and forth in his favorite spot in the library, Remus was getting ready to show some serious Gryffindor balls and come clean before his friends, hoping that they’d take him back in spite of all the shit he’d done and said. 

Working up the courage to go talk to you, however, was another ballgame entirely, and he was still terrified he was going to strike out.

“You are going to tread a hole through those floors if you keep this up,” a poignant comment made Remus stop in his tracks. Looking up, he saw Sirius leaning against one of the bookshelves, hands crossed on his chest. 

“Sirius…” he started, not really knowing what to say. He needed more time. “I’m…”

“Sorry?” Padfoot cut in pitilessly, “I, too, am sorry, Moony, but I’m afraid that this kind of apology simply won’t cut it for me”. 

“Okay, chill out, Pads”, it’s only now that Remus noticed Prongs standing on the other side of the corridor in between the bookshelves. He approached Sirius and slung an arm over his. shoulder. Potter’s smile reassured Remus, giving him a much needed glimmer of hope that not all was lost. “Let’s get to the bottom of this crappy situation we have at hand, shall we?”

Peter, barely noticeable two minutes ago behind James’ broad frame, shook his head energetically. 

“I really miss you, Remus,” he added in a small voice. “We all do,” he gave Sirius a chastising look, but Padfoot chose to ignore it. 

Remus held their gazes for a moment, and finally spoke:

“I was an idiot,” he stated simply. “And I am very, very sorry”. 

Both James and Peter were already smiling at him; Sirius, however, wasn’t as quick to forgive and forget. 

“I want to know what exactly you are sorry for, Moony,” the latter claimed, his stubbornness unwavering. “To make sure that we are all on the same page”. 

Moony sighed, backing down and leaning on one of the wide window sills of the library hall. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been distancing myself from you and avoiding you,” instinctively, Remus crossed his hands on his chest, sort of mirroring Sirius’ pose. “I’m sorry I didn’t just tell you what was wrong instead of letting my shit get the best of me. I acted like a twat”, Remus admitted, looking his friends straight in the eyes. “Won’t happen again.”

“Sounds good to me,” James was impatient to be able to talk to one of his best friends again like always. Still smiling, Potter opened his arms to welcome Remus back.

“Not so fast,” Moony could swear Padfoot sounded so much like his brother Regulus right now. Or someone worse. “Is that all? Nothing you want to add?”

Remus looked at his friend questioningly, trying to spot some kind of a hint in his stare. Sirius all but rolled his eyes at the young werewolf. 

“Not to sound like a broken record, but come on, Moony, don’t play stupid,” Padfoot’s expression remained serious. “You’re smarter than that”. 

Remus bit the inside of his cheek - the habit he seemed to have picked up not so long ago. 

“Fine!” he let out in exasperated fashion, not breaking the eye contact with Sirius. “It’s true. I’ve learned to hate you, Sirius. I wanted to chop your head off this entire time and give it to blasted Pixies to kick around! I also wanted to feed you to a dragon, or hex you, an innumerable amount of times might I add, especially when…”

“Especially when you saw me with Y/N”, Padfoot finished for him before throwing his head back and laughing heartily. “Moony, I can’t believe how daft you’ve been this entire time. Real slow on the uptake.”

Remus gave him a confused look, truly not comprehending the meaning behind his words. 

“We don’t care that you’re a werewolf, I thought we made it clear when we learned the truth,” Sirius continued. James nodded at his words, followed by Peter. “We love you like a brother, and we will always be here to call you on your bullshit, which is exactly what we are doing right now. You need to put your insecurities behind you. Your furry side is what makes you - you, and we love you as you are. I just want to make one more thing clear,” he narrowed his thunderous eyes at the werewolf. “I’d better not see Y/N ever again in all sorts of states because of what you thought she did, and why you thought she did it. You are my brother and best friend, Moony, but Y/N is my best girl. I care about her, because she’s as much a part of the family I’m building for myself as you are. She is one of the best things that has ever happened to me, and she deserves the world. So do you,” Sirius paused for a moment, as if thinking twice about what he was going to say next. “I’ll proper kick your ass if you fuck this up, Moony, I swear,” Padfoot clenched both of his hands into fists for a millisecond - enough time for the Marauders to notice. Sirius chomped down on his bottom lip, studying Moony scrupulously, hoping that the warning didn’t fall on deaf ears. 

Realization was slowly dawning on Remus. One emotion crept into his features after another, like objects on a slowly developing Polaroid picture. 

The fact that Padfoot loved you wasn’t what startled him - just like many other Hogwarts’ students, he heard the stories, exceedingly detailed, too. 90 percent of them were lies, of course, but Remus had seen the way Pads looked at you, the way he was with you. So no, he wasn’t at all astonished to learn that Sirius Black, Hogwarts’ most notorious bad boy and ladykiller and his best friend, held you very dear. 

What caught him completely off his balance, knocking the air out of his lungs, however, was the feeling that the fierceness with which Sirius loved you wasn’t quite reciprocal. When Remus looked at Sirius now he saw an aura of vulnerability, hiding behind the whole protective best friend facade. For what it was worth, Moony truly believed that Padfoot wanted more than forehead kisses, but you didn’t seem to oblige. 

Could it be?…

Sirius, with his vivid personality, all his swagger and all his bold handsomeness… You must have been insane not to want him back!…

This couldn’t be true. Magnificent wizards like Sirius and you were genetically programmed to meet, have beautiful babies and make the world a delightful place! He couldn’t dare to think otherwise, it was so obvious, common fucking sense!

Is it though? - small, smirking voice hemmed in his head. Remus forced himself to think back to the good old days, recalling your image in his mind. The way you’d smile at him as you’d always get out of your way to seat next to him and to steal his food. The way you’d always wonder if he was going to be at that particular Hogsmeade outing, this party, or that Quidditch game. The way you’d laugh at his stupid puns that weren’t even all that funny, brushing you delicate fingers through his messy mane of hair… The way you tried so hard to tell him something after you two kissed, begging for him to listen!

“Bloody boggart!”, Remus groaned, facepalming at himself. That’s right, he thought, Lupin, your whole circus of a life is a bloody facepalm sequence. “I really am a fucking coward!…I need to see her.”

Remus jumped up on his feet, a determined, wolfish kind of fire burning in his irises, licking his pupils. Two more seconds and he’d be out of the library, when James caught him by the wrist, grinning wide. 

“Wait up a sec, Moony,” he said, his bright eyes shimmering. “You know what happens now,” Potter’s smile slowly transformed into a smirk as he threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs: 

“Group hug!...”

“Yeah!” Peter exclaimed, crushing his tiny frame into Remus’ side so unexpectedly hard, he knocked all the air from his lungs. James chuckled before caging Remus in a bone-crushing embrace, making Moony groan in pain. Sirius was the last one to join the gathering, and being a huge pain the ass that he was, he made sure to squeeze as tight as he could. 

“Mr. Potter!…” Madame Pince appeared in the corridor like a cackling hen, her bonnet sliding on her eyes from running. “Mr. Black, Mr. Pettigrew!… Mr. Lupin!” a pang of honest-to-Merlin disappointment was ringing in her voice. “I feel like I need to remind you that this is a library, a sacred sanctum of knowledge and enlightenment! Silence and concentration are primordial as you enter these walls! Should you want to display public affection in such a brutish way, or any sort of boorish behaviour, I shall need to escort you four to the exit!”

“No need, Madame Pince”, Remus said politely, but impatiently. “We were about to leave anyway”, he added before exchanging a knowing glance with the Marauders and speeding out of the sacred sanctum as fast as his feet would take him. 

“Use protection!” was the last of boorish behaviour Remus had seen from James before shutting the door behind him with a deafening clutter.

“Mr. Potter!!!…”

To be continued...

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