#no wonder gabrielle was sick of humans like her son is still a piece of work and eternal child even freaking centuries later

[adamnablelittledevil]

"'You, Monsieur, are an absolute imp!' she said. 'You are impossible! You are... What did Marius himself call you? The damnedest creature! I am in full accord.'" LMAOOOOO

[writer-panda]

Ruin and Rebirth - Chapter 1

Ruin and Rebirth

Chapter 2

Inspired by @jumpingjoy82 on Tumblr. Thank you for the amazing prologue.

I don’t own the characters, only the plot. Miraculous and Justice League belong to their respective creators

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"It's okay Marinette. Everything is going to be fine. You’re too young to understand, but it was for the greater good."

To young.

TO YOUNG!

It was all the Justice League's fault. If they kept their incompetent asses out of Paris, none of this would have happened.

Apparently, they just spontaneously decided to go through the Watchtower’s recycling bin, and what they found astonished them. Years upon years worth of pleas for help from Paris.

They decide to finally investigate, and it just so happens that it was during an Akuma Attack, and they threw everything the Parisian heroes were telling them out of the window, wanting to do things their own way.

Superman was one of the ones there.

And they learned just how far the Miracle Cure could go.

He decided to use his super strength and threw a car at the akumatized victim, who moved out of the way at the last minute, so the car sailed right through the Tom & Sabine Bakery, promptly, catching on fire, giving no time for the people inside to get out. No one got out alive.

Ladybug froze for a moment, before fighting with more determination than before, knowing that the Miracle Cure would bring them back.

She was wrong, which brings us back to this point.

"I don't give a damn about you so-called 'greater good' and now you’re telling me, that I'm too young to understand, but am I too young to experience it? Too young to actually see everything and everyone I love torn from me because of these heroes?! Why the hell are they here now? Where were they when this first started? What changed? And now, because of them, my entire family is dead!"

After that everything was hazy, but she knew, she hated superheroes.

They never knew when to stop, and just like Chat Noir, they expected to be praised for whatever happens, no matter if there were casualties or not.

The world would be better off without them.

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The sun has long since set over Paris. The fires were still burning in some parts of town. For the first time since Ladybug first appeared, the citizens of Paris felt true fear. It was ironic. They didn’t fear the akuma. They feared the heroes that came to their rescue. For the first time in four years, the casualties were piling up. And the akuma was responsible for none.

True, many of them initially asked for it. With each fight, Ladybug and Chat Noir were taking longer. It’s been obvious for some time that they were slowly being worn out. Some media started to criticize the duo, question their skills, age, their right to act in Paris. They weren’t part of the UN Justice League Charter. Their only real authority came from the trust of the citizens themselves. And that trust was lost. The civilian pleas to the Justice League increased in number and frequency. Under public pressure, the mayor had no choice but to issue an official plea for help.

But then, then… the heroes came. 

In retrospection, almost everyone would agree that it was a mistake. Justice League was not used to fighting magical threats. They weren’t practiced in dealing with possessed villains. They didn’t understand. And they treated Ladybug and Chat Noir worse than sidekicks. 

That flying chicken even dared to wrap Chat Noir in a metal bar so he wouldn’t get in the way. 

Ladybug… tried her best. She allowed herself to trust the new heroes. She stopped saving every civilian from the rubble. She focused on the akuma. If heroes didn’t bother with the lives, it must’ve meant they trusted her cure, right?

WRONG

They were like a tank, riding through the city with a singular goal in mind. 

It didn’t help that they deemed the akuma a “world-level threat”. Yeah, right. Stormy Weather was powerful, but the damage could’ve been repaired. 

Or so she thought.

The volcanos, the tsunami, the tornadoes, the earthquakes? Those were fixed. The rubble caused by them was put back in place and those who suffered under them were better than new. 

But not the damage caused by the heroes. 

Not the bakery.

There was no magic in what happened. There was nothing to reverse. Those were human actions. For the first time perhaps, the people could see how much of the damage caused by the fight was the fault of heroes. How many deaths they caused. That is if they admitted, before themselves at least, that it was their fault. 

And yet, the so-called ‘heroes’ dared to lecture her about responsibility. About the sacrifice of few for the lives of many. About the innocence of young. 

She ran away. She managed to dodge them and vanish. Meld with the crowd when there were no cameras in sight and she was sure they couldn’t track her. 

Now, Ladybug stood alone on the top of the Eiffel tower, with her yo-yo communicator in her hand. She sent the message fifteen minutes ago. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but at this point, she no longer cared. There was nothing more for her. 

“He thought this was a trap.” A voice spoke from behind her. Ladybug twisted immediately, taking a guarded stance. She was still avoiding the Justice League after all. Before her stood… someone. She suspected it was an Akuma. The woman had pale skin and wore a black dress, black gloves, and a black veil over her face. 

“It isn’t. I’m alone. The city suffered enough as it is today. I suffered enough.” Ladybug’s voice cracked slightly.

“I see…” The akuma pursed her lips. For a moment, a purple butterfly appeared over her face before the woman nodded. “Fine. Give me your miraculous and I will take you to him.” 

“That isn’t going to work and you know it. You would just leave me stuck here. I’m willing to offer a token of goodwill though.” With that, Ladybug pulled a necklace and dangled it before the akuma. 

“Is that…?” 

“The miraculous of the fox? Yes. No tricks. I want to negotiate. In-person.” She made sure to emphasize the last part. 

The outline of the butterfly appeared in front of the Akuma’s face for a moment before she silently nodded. “I can lead you to him, but not before you reveal your face.”

“Fine.” Ladybug didn’t hesitate. She was past that point long ago. There was no hesitation, no doubt… no regret. Not for her actions anyway. No more.

In the flash of light, instead of Ladybug, Marinette stood before the akuma. 

“You’re…” the woman’s voice was stuck in her throat.

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” 

Tikki, floating nearby gasped in fear. The Kwami didn’t get a chance to explain before Marinette resumed her transformation. 

“Fine. Let’s go.”

The two leaped from the tower and started to zoom over the city. At first, they remained silent. Neither wanted to speak. It was tense anyway. It was, of course, Marinette who broke the silence first. 

“Your… your look. Have you lost someone today?”

The woman didn’t answer immediately. She appeared to be mulling over the question at first. Or wondering if she should answer.

“A… colleague; coworker. He was… a friend of mine you could say. We’ve been working side-by-side for at least a decade.”

“I see…” Marinette pursed her lips into a thin line. “I’m sorry.” She spoke up after a moment. “I imagine you blame me now?”

“No.” The akuma snapped. “You’re just a child. I put the blame where it belongs. With heroes. And with people who chose to invite them.” 

“Not hawkmoth?” Escaped ladybug’s mouth before she realized it. 

“He… he never wanted this either. He isn’t a villain you believe him to be.” The akuma hesitated for a moment, but Marinette could sense it was her own opinion. She filed it in her brain under interesting. 

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When they arrived at Agreste manor, Marinette was surprised.

When they entered the study, she was baffled.

When they went down the secret elevator, she was angry. 

When she stood before Hawkmoth, she was furious. And it wasn’t because he was her mortal enemy. 

“So that’s why you neglect your only son?!” She screamed at him as soon as he turned to see her. His mouth moved, probably to give some excuse. “I don’t care if you want to rule the world or be a god or whatever. No matter what little sick excuse your brain found to justify your actions. You are not allowed to just ignore Adrien like that! He needs a father. He is a teenager and he needs you!” 

“Madmoiselle Dupain-Cheng.” His voice was cold, but in a different way than she ever heard Gabriel Agreste or Hawkmoth speak. 

“Gabriel Agreste. And I assume you akumatized your Assistant, Nathalie?” She pointed to the woman next to her. 

“Astute observation, Ladybug. You risked a lot coming here to speak with me. I could take your miraculous now, or any other time. You gave me your most precious protection: your secret identity. So… what was that important?”

“I want to know. What is so important to you that you’re willing to go any length to get it?”

“That’s it?” Hawkmoth raised an eyebrow. “That’s all? You’re ready to risk everything over that little piece of knowledge?”

“Yes.” Once more, there was no hesitation. There was no doubt. Her heart had no place for doubts anymore. Her heart was still stuck under three levels worth of rubble. 

“And what, pray tell, would you do if I told you?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. 

“That depends.” She could see he was now intrigued, so she started to explain. “On whether I like the goal or not. And on whether you understand fully the implications. If you pass, you will get my miraculous and I will deliver you Chat Noir’s miraculous too. If you fail, you still get my miraculous. But you will never get the ring. I made sure that if something happens tonight, he will retire. He will leave Paris and toss the ring into the ocean in a concrete box. You would be left to torture the city all you wish until the League found you, but the ring’s power would forever remain out of your reach. You would be left with nothing but a criminal record. And your son would sooner than later be left without both parents. Of course, you could abandon your crusade, but then I would’ve won. I’m not a naive girl without a plan. Not anymore.” She spat the last part angrily, but her gaze was not focused on Hawkmoth, but far in the distance. 

“I… see. Clever. You’re right. This will probably end tonight.” He looked her over top to bottom. It was the first time he stood so close face to face with Ladybug. His nemesis. 

Gabriel wasn’t sure if he was impressed with her, or infuriated. Scratch that, he was sure he was both. She outsmarted him. She was willing to make an ultimate sacrifice for the sake of ending the fight. In that very moment, in her determined expression, he saw a reflection of another headstrong woman he knew. It was as if Emilie’s spirit stood before him. 

“So? How will it be?” she asked impatiently.

“Follow me.” He simply motioned for her and started walking. 

Soon, the group entered a large chamber, lit by several lights. In the center of a platform in the far end stood a glass coffin. Even from the distance, Marinette easily saw there was a woman inside. She was quick to pass Hawkmoth and get there, even as he was trying to grab her.

When the akuma and Gabriel arrived, they watched as Marinette was carefully pacing around the coffin and muttering under her breath. 

“She overused the damaged miraculous.” It wasn’t a question, but Hawkmoth answered anyway.

“Yes. Only the wish can bring her back.”

“You’re one of the biggest idiots in this whole city!” The girl screamed. “She is not dead, you moron. There are literally five different ways listed in the book which, may I remind you, you possess!” She continued to yell at him. “Hell! You could akumatize someone and give him healing power. You know… use the butterfly miraculous like it was meant to be used!” She scolded. “But nooo! You’ve got to be an idiot and immediately go for the most dangerous, imprecise, reckless, chaotic, risky solution there was! I’m sure she would’ve been ashamed.” 

Gabriel was at a loss for words. Was it really that easy? It couldn’t have been. He checked several times. He would’ve known. The akuma left Nathalie, who collapsed onto the ground. Some tear stains were now visible on her face. “I… I was just… I did what she told me. Only the wish can bring back the dead.” He stammered. 

“She. Is. Not. Dead.” Marinette made sure to punctuate each word. “She is in a coma. She is alive you moron. Tikki! Spots off!” The flash of light signaled the end of her transformation. “Be silent, little one.” She said in a caring voice. She couldn’t bring herself to take her anger on Kwami, but she couldn’t doubt now. “Akumatize me. Give me the power to heal her.”

The corruption left the akuma that was floating in the air, only for Hawkmoth to get his hands around the white butterfly and pour a new dose of power into it. It flew the short distance between them and sunk into Marinette’s purse. She smirked as the corrupted energy passed through her, turning her into an akuma. That is until she could see how she looked. 

“I’m not sure how you can call yourself a designer and yet dress me in this!” she complained. Her skin was now deep red, the color of blood, and her clothes turned into a white nurse uniform. Still, she walked to the coffin and easily opened the top. From her purse (now medic’s bag) she pulled a needle and injected the content into Emilie.

When the beautiful woman started to move, letting out an exhausted groan, Marinette sighed in relief. 

“Wha… what’s going on… the last thing I… Gabriel!” She bolted upright and immediately moaned in pain. Her hand instinctively flew to her back. “Gabriel Agreste! Did you keep me in this coffin for a whole week!?” She yelled at her husband. “And who’re those two?” She pointed at Marinette, who was smiling next to her, and Nathalie, still exhausted on the floor. “You were supposed to only reveal this to Adrien if anything happened to me. There was no talk about your assistant and… um, who’re you?” The woman turned to the akuma, who sighed and tore a strap of her bag. The butterfly left the item and Marinette reverted back to her normal form. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m… was… used to be Ladybug.” 

“But you’re just a kid. And why was Ladybug active… Gabriel!” She roared and her husband took a step back. 

Marinette was… surprised. She didn’t expect Emilie to be like that. From what Adrien told her, she was supposed to be the kindest, nicest person in the world. Then again, he might’ve been looking at it through tinted glasses.

“Yup.” The bluenette couldn’t stop herself from commenting. “He decided that the best way to wake you up was to get the miraculi of Ladybug and Black Cat.”

“You nincompoop. That plan was only for when I was dead.” She glared heatedly at her husband and Marinette couldn’t help but be a bit smug. “And you couldn’t get the items from a kid? How many other heroes are there?” 

“Only Chat Noir. He’s my age. And I sometimes call in some help from others.” Marinette supplied quickly. She was having entirely too much fun from watching Emilie tear Hawkmoth a new one. 

“Two kids! You couldn’t defeat two kids! I leave for just one second and you start getting your rear kicked by kids!”

“He also neglected Adrien for the last two years.” Marinette decided to have as much fun as she could while it lasted.

“Gabriel Agreste. You’re officially grounded until I sort this mess. Now take your secretary and leave. I will sort the mess with you later,” she ordered. Her husband could only nod and leave as quickly as possible. 

Marinette was now holding her sides laughing. ”That was amazing. Merci Madame Agreste. I didn’t think I would get to laugh tonight… But this was too good.” 

“Oh sunshine, don’t worry. I will get him in line for you. Whoever decided to let kids fight for them was clearly sick or senile.” 

“Master Fu was… he made some mistakes. I… maybe if I wasn’t so young…”

“It’s not your fault. Whatever you blame yourself for. You shouldn’t have been responsible for Paris. Or whatever else my husband did. I think some time on the couch will do him great.” The woman got up and walked over to pull Marinette into a hug. She then led the girl back to the (now half-open) coffin and seated them both on the edge. “Why don’t you tell me what ails you? I’m sure I can help.” 

For a moment, Marinette looked the woman in the eyes. Then, she started talking. She told her everything.

About a class full of idiots who believed every lie and actively fought against her.

About Lila, who manipulated everyone and did everything to turn her life into a personal version of hell. 

About the teachers, who preferred to let her be walked on then do their jobs.

About her partner, the dorky cat who couldn’t take life seriously and at times was immature. She came to like his antics, but he infuriated her as much as he kept her sane. 

About the so-called heroes, who came into the city and ruined her life.

About the destroyed bakery. The four bodies inside.

“It was her birthday. Today my nonna had her sixtieth birthday. We were celebrating when the Akuma happened. Except the Justice League came. Funny thing. The cure can return anyone killed by magic. It can’t return those killed by aliens tossing cars around.” 

“Do you have any other family?” Emilie asked, worried about the girl. She walked through so much pain in her short life. 

“My uncle… but he lives in Shanghai now. Papa was the only child and Maman moved here from Asia… I’m not sure what will happen next.” The girl revealed. 

“Next? Next, you will come live with us. No strings attached. I have no need for your earrings or other miraculous and I can keep my husband in check. I owe you that much.”

“I… you don’t owe me anything, Madame.” The girl quickly protested. “You’re not responsible for what happened. I don’t blame your family. Those were the American heroes who killed my parents. They were the ones that destroyed half the city. They are the ones to blame,” Marinette informed the woman in a solemn tone. 

“And that’s why I want you to stay with me. With us. I can protect you. Teach you. You can have your vengeance on those who wronged you. I can make you a queen. They will regret the day they wronged you.”

“I… I accept.” Marinette bowed her head.

[coffee-obsessed-writer]

The Pact - Part 6

Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Gothic AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

A/N: This idea was a long time coming. My first true AU, so please be gentle. This will be a slow burn, multi-chapter fic.

A big big thank you to my bestie @kazosa for not only keeping on me to write more of this story, but also for being my beta, my cheerleader, and all around amazing human.

WC: 5K

Series Summary: Lord Samuel Winchester has lost the love of his life due to the actions of the Demon King, Crowley. As he plots secret revenge, his father, the King of Lawrence, decrees that Sam will wed Crowley’s daughter in order to unite the two families to protect the sacred ground the Winchester’s Kingdom is built upon.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Crowley’s Daughter!Reader

Other Players: John Winchester, Crowley, Rowena, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jessica Moore (deceased)

Series Warnings: 18+ only, mild language, violence, implied smut

The sun rose over Lawrence on a typical Tuesday morning. A familiar sound woke Sam, something he heard every Tuesday morning--the melody of the tower bells summoning the Winchester guard to court. Normally, they didn’t ring until later in the morning, but their early clanging roused a reluctant Sam from a deep, painless slumber. 

When his eyes finally fluttered fully open, he slowly rolled his head to the side, knowing he’d see her there, but this morning was different than any other before it; this morning, she would wake up and truly be his wife. His mind recalled the night before, and into the early hours of that morning, rolling around on the floor, making love to the woman he was supposed to despise. The corner of his mouth twitched into an awkward smile as he thought about how she moved her body with his, how she opened up and let him take her. There was a manner of uncontrolled passion that erupted between them, and even then, he was getting hard thinking about it. 

The bells rang again, along with the Horn of Gabriel, a much deeper tone that stood out over the sound of the melodic chimes. Sam furrowed his brow, knowing this meant for the guard to assemble quickly. He wondered if there was news from the front lines… from Dean. He looked at his sleeping bride with a last longing look, taking special notice of how her hair spilled out on the pillow around her. Resisting the urge to brush a finger against her cheek, he threw off the covers and didn’t think of his hip once as he put his feet on the floor and moved about his chambers to dress for the day. 

Just as Sam fastened the last button on his shirt, he heard (Y/N) stirring from behind him. 

“Samuel?” she spoke, half asked in a low, sleepy tone. “Where… it’s so early.” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and pulled the blanket up to her collarbone, covering her naked breasts. 

“Rest,” he tutted. “It is early. I need to go to court, the bells are calling the guard. I’m going to check it out, but you can go back to sleep.”

“No,” she said and sat up further in the bed. “I’ll go with you, we should present a united front.”

“I appreciate that, (Y/N), but your presence there would be questioned, even by my father. I promise to take it all in and report back.” Sam sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his. His thumb rubbed the back of her hand for a moment before he spoke. “I’m not trying to leave you out, I swear. I just--”

“It’s fine, Sam. I understand. I just wanted to be there to support you. Dealing with your father can’t be easy.”

“Since he has seen us playing along with whatever their plan is, he’s been surprisingly pleasant,” Sam said, a small tinge of sarcasm coating his tone.

“Well, he’s getting what he wants. Of course he’s going to be kind.” She paused and gave his hand a little squeeze in return. “Sam, about last night. I--”

A deep, penetrating knock rapped at the door, interrupting her and causing both their heads to snap around. Their eyes met in a questioning glance before Sam released her hand and walked towards the door. 

“Sam!” She whispered hoarsely but sharp to gain his attention. “Your cane… appearances and all that.”

“Good thinking,” he said, half embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of that. He scooped up the now unneeded crutch and went to open the chamber door.

As he pulled it open, a member of the Winchester Guard was standing at full attention. 

“My Lord, your father, the King, requires your immediate attention. He needs you to come to the War Room without delay,” the guard rambled quickly, causing Sam to shake his head and lend a soft smile at the man.

“Slow down… what’s wrong? Why are the Court bells ringing so early?”

“Please, Lord Winchester, your father… he--” 

Sam could see the unsettled look in the guardsman’s face and knew that something was definitely happening. He drew in a steading breath and patted the man on his ironclad shoulder.

“Let me finish dressing. Something tells me I need to be prepared for anything,” Sam said more to himself than to the guard. 

“I would say that’s an accurate assessment,” the guardsman replied in the same manner, but Sam could hear the slight tremble in his words before he closed the door, blocking the man’s view into their chambers. 

Sam leaned his cane near the entry, this way he wouldn’t forget it on the way out. He then made a mental note that he would also have to remember to add his now healed limp back into his entrance to the War Room. His mind began to race at what could be so urgent. It must be about Purgatory, as that was all his father had been concerned about lately. Well, that, and Sam’s ability to produce an heir.

Sighing deeply Sam sat on the edge of the bed and studied (Y/N)’s face as she did the same to him. 

“You’re very troubled, husband. What could possibly be so dire that you have to run to Court at the very minute of daybreak?”

“I don’t know,” he replied, still buried in thought and growing concern. “But I plan on finding out. For now, I think you should stay here. Don’t wander today.”

“Okay, if you think that’s for the best.”

Sam’s head snapped up when she agreed so easily. “What? No fight from the Mistress Macleod? I’m shocked.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and crawled out from beneath the covers, either unaware or unphased by her vulnerable nudity and positioned herself right beside him. “I’m a Winchester now, remember? And if my Lord husband asks me to do something because he thinks it's best, then I shall grant his wish.”

Sam’s dimpled smile lit up his face, knowing that she was being half truthful and half sarcastically playful. The urgency to leave for the inevitable meeting with the King his guardsman loomed over him, but he was having difficulty pulling away from her and leaving her alone in the bed they just shared. He allowed himself his own moment of vulnerability and let his fingers slowly wander up the silky flesh of her arm, tracing his finger across her collarbone and up to her cheek.

“Thank you.” His voice was rough and low, but she didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, she placed her delicate hand against his stubbled cheek. 

“Go, before he sends another Guard rapping,” (Y/N) chuckled, then leaned forward and kissed his lips tentatively. Sam returned her kiss and knew that if he didn’t stop then, his father would quickly be forgotten and he would be tangled up in her all over again. 

With a grunt of frustration, Sam stood from the bed and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair by the fireplace. He could still feel the heat of the fire from the night before and smiled at the memory of how they enjoyed it for the entire night. One last look back at the woman now laying in his bed, and he left the chambers to see what fresh Hell awaited him in the War Room.

Every step towards the War Room, Sam could feel his nerves growing and vibrating beneath his skin. The tension was buzzing so loudly in his head, he was having trouble streamlining his thoughts. Luckily he had remembered to grab his cane on the way out, but halfway towards his destination, it finally registered that he needed to add in his now gone limp. By the time he reached the hulking wooden door that led to whatever awful things awaited, he was back in the habit of babying his hip; but not because he physically needed too, whatever (Y/N) had done the night before was holding strong and then some.

Drawing in one long, deep breath, Sam pushed the doors open and used his sharp eyes to survey the room the second he stepped in. To the left were his father’s top advisors, including Bobby and Pastor Jim from the Church of Lawrence. To the right of the room were a dozen or so of the Winchester Guard, standing at attention and waiting for any order the King may decree. In the middle of the room, the ancient table that mapped out the lands for hundreds of miles--including the Elven Woods and the entrances to Purgatory--was set with various pieces representing the Winchester’s army and their current battle plans. Sam noticed another set of pawns added to the table. They were black forms dotted with bright spots of bright crimson. Sam’s gut took a dive as he realized those markers belonged to Crowley’s army of demons. 

Looking up, Sam finally noticed his father’s form standing in front of the raging fire, whose snap and crackle was the loudest sound in the room. John was free of his usual Royal garb, and instead dressed in a simple pair of denim pants and black long sleeved shirt. One arm was stretched all the way out, leaning against the stone mantle, while the other hand was pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Dad,” Sam spoke tentatively, carefully studying his father’s slumped shoulders and lowered head, “what’s going on? Why are you calling court so early?”

John stood motionless for what felt like an eternity. When he finally turned and met his youngest son’s eyes, Sam was taken aback by what he saw in them. The normally stoic, no nonsense King of Lawrence, had wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes that made him look as though he had been crying. 

Sam’s gut swelled with sickness, as he considered what could be so bad that it would cause his father to show such a surge of emotion in front of anyone, much less the highest ranking members of his Kingdom. Words were stuck in his throat as he continued to stare at John, unable to force anything more than a trembling breath to expel from between his lips.

“Samuel…” John’s rough voice finally broke through the silence of the room. “I have news from the front lines.” He paused and stood tall, lengthening himself to full height, but still not as tall as the son he was staring down. “It’s your brother, he--”

“Dean? Is he okay? Is he… dead?”

John opened his mouth to speak, but another voice chimed in before the King could answer. 

“Come on Sammy, you think I’m gonna let a few Purgatory sonsofbitches take me out?”

Sam whirled around on one heel quickly, a move that would have certainly left him in agonizing pain before (Y/N)’s treatment. He didn’t even think of it, because the voice belonged to his brother, who was now standing right behind him. 

“What? No hello for your big brother?”

“Dean,” Sam breathed with a relief sigh, “You’re alive!”

Sam was stunned to see Dean. Speechless, he stared at his brother, trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was real, and not some fever dream. Bruised and battered, Dean stood before his younger brother, his patented smart ass smile plastered across his face and his arms outstretched, palms up, and shaking his head. “Well of course I am. Damn, it's like you have zero faith in me... Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam snorted and rolled his eyes and took the last few steps to embrace his brother. Dean didn’t hold back and hugged Sam just as tightly, smacking his back to accentuate his joy at their reunion. When they finally parted, they gave one final nod of acknowledgement; they’re way of saying, ‘yeah, I’m okay’ without having to actually say it. 

“Dean’s return from the front lines is certainly cause for celebration, don’t you think?” John said loud enough to capture the attention of the room. “And now that Samuel is married, on the way to producing an heir, both my sons are on track to fulfil their destinies. If that isn’t a good enough reason to call an early Court, I don’t know what is.”

Sam watched John’s face transform into a grin, but he could feel no genuine happiness radiating from it. There was something else behind his King’s mask that Sam could feel instead… guilt, fear, regret… he wasn’t sure he could pinpoint it, but he knew that his father was hiding something. 

“I called this early court because I wanted to discuss a few things before we got down to real business. There is to be a big celebration--”

“Celebration?” Bobby interjected from the shadows. He stepped into view and adjusted his cap nervously. “I don’t mean to barge in here, but, John… c’mon. Now is not the time--”

“Bobby, please. There has been so much blight and pain in the last few years,” John said, then paused to adjust the hint of a smile to appear more heavy than happy. “With Sam’s marriage, and Dean’s return, I think it's appropriate to let the people rejoice for once instead of mourning their loved ones who don’t come home.”

The room fell completely silent. Sam watched as his father starred down the old Maester, and could feel the tension fill the air. Bobby flicked a quick glance Sam’s way--only the briefest of looks--but Sam knew exactly what it meant. 

Tread easy boy...

Sam cleared his throat. “I think a celebration is in order,” he agreed, then paused before continuing. Sam was trying to appear diplomatic and act in accordance with his father’s wishes. He didn’t feel a party of any kind was proper, but, if he could find a way to use this to his advantage, he would do what he had to. “I mean, it's not every day my brother returns in one piece. And my wedding wasn’t exactly the happiest of occasions. Now that some time has passed and (Y/N) and I are embracing our commitment, I think a party is a great idea.”

“I’m surprised at you, Sammy,” John snorted. “I thought you, of all people, would be fighting me.”

“No dad, I’m done fighting you. I am here to fulfil my duties and take on the role you need me to take on. Just like Dean did in Purgatory…” 

Murmurs of agreement began to radiate from the guardsman that had gathered. Sam noticed John’s demeanor change, and could feel how rigid the King had quickly become. He knew he could leave it there, just agree with John and let it go. But something in his gut told him to push it further, twist this to his favor… 

Sam grinned knowingly at John, which seemed to throw the King off even more. 

“For the return of my brother. For the joining of Winchester and Crowley lineage--” Sam heard Dean audibly react to the name Crowley, but Sam didn’t chance a look back. Instead, he held John’s dark eyes and twitched another satisfied smirk. “--and for the battles we are fighting in Purgatory against Eve’s most terrifying monsters. Like my father said, it's time to raise a goblet in good cheer, instead of in mourning. So, let’s throw a feast and raise a cup of ale to ‘We, the Hunters and Protectors of Lawrence’! To all of us, those who fight and those who WILL win the fight every day that it rages on!”

The Winchester Guardsman in the room erupted into shouts and cheers just as Sam had hoped they would. The King’s grin expanded, showing off his deeply dimpled cheeks and his perfect teeth. Yet when Sam watched him, he saw nothing but contempt in his father’s eyes. 

“All right, all right…” John said in an authoritative, deep voice that immediately quieted the room. “There are still matters to discuss at hand. Yes, we can celebrate, but first, we must strategize. I need to speak with Bobby and Pastor Jim. We will reconvene later to hear what Dean has brought us from the front lines.” John paused from addressing the room and turned to Sam. “Sam, for now, why don’t you take Dean to meet your lovely bride. It’s only right he meets the newest member of our family.”

Sam turned to Dean, who nodded swiftly. “I think that’s a great idea. Would love a chance to catch up with my little brother here, and his new wife. Did I hear correctly… she’s a Crowley?”

“Macleod, actually,” Sam corrected. “But yes, let’s leave the King to his business. You and I have some catching up to do.”

“Dude,” Dean rasped and swiped a smack to the back of Sam’s head. “You married a Crowley?! What the HELL were you thinking?!”

“Dean, relax. First of all, it wasn’t my idea. This was all dad,” Sam scoffed as he walked slowly through the maze of stone corridors leading to his chambers. “Trust me, I was NOT on board at first. I fought dad on this tooth and nail.”

“But yet…” Dean huffed as his arms animatedly waved in front of him, as if he was calling someone safe a home plate. 

“Look…” Sam turned and made sure Dean stopped before crashing into him. “I hear you, okay? Don’t think for a second that I went along with this easily.”

“So why did you go along with it at all? He got you brainwashed?”

“No, I just realized that maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong.”

Dean choked on whatever words he wanted to say and just stared at his little brother. 

“Also,” Sam started then turned and kept moving towards his room, “She’s not a Crowley. Crowley is… Crowley. (Y/N) is Crowley’s daughter.”

“Oh, well, that makes it sooo much better,” Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed Sam’s shoulder to make him stop walking. 

“Dude, stop for one second… please, explain this to me. How did this happen?”

“Dad told me it was up to me to produce an heir. Your place was on the front lines. Since I am the resident gimp and can no longer fight, my role is to make him a grandpa.” His tone oozed contempt. “Apparently him and Crowley made some sort of deal. We bind our two families by marriage, have a child, and dad gets reinforcements of Crowley’s minions at the front lines of Purgatory.”

Dean snorted a sarcastic laugh. “Right, because demon deals always work in our favor.”

Sam shrugged unsure of how to answer him. Dean was right, demon deals never ended well for the Winchesters. They had centuries of family history donning the castle walls proving that. He turned to start walking again, but once again, Dean made him stop.

Sam could see the shift of Dean’s focus was going somewhere else, so he didn’t argue. Instead, he waited for his older brother to arrive at whatever point he was trying to get too.

“Let me get this straight, because none of this makes sense. Dad wants you to produce an heir with a blood relative to the King of Hell?” 

“I know, it seems insane.”

“No, what’s insane, Sam, is that you agreed to it in the first place. Why would you say yes to that? Especially since Crowley is the one who killed Jes--”

“Dean!” Sam barked, loud and with enough assertiveness to make Dean slightly recoil. “I know. Okay, I get it. Maybe it will turn out to be the worst choice I could have made. But when I agreed to it, I had a plan. I was going to kill her to get back at Crowley. Take the life of his daughter as revenge for Jess.”

“Okay… and? Apparently she’s still alive, so what’s stopping you?””

“The plan has since changed. (Y/N) isn’t who I thought she would be. Dean… she’s…”

“Oh God…” Dean buried his face in his palms. “Sammy, don’t… don’t tell me you already knocked her up.”

“No!” Sam 

“Ok, good. Because the last thing I need to worry about while slaughtering vamps and ghouls is you playing house with a literal demon spawn.”

“Just meet her, okay. She’s… different.”

“Oh, you mean her eyes don’t glow red and her body isn’t filled with black smoke?”

“No, they don’t. She’s human, Dean. She’s not a demon. She’s human. Though, she’s got some serious knowledge when it comes to magic.”

“Magic? Like… magic, magic?”

Sam nodded and desperately wanted to back up his words by showing his brother how (Y/N) had healed his hip. Instead, he decided to wait. Dean would need more than that if he was to be convinced that (Y/N) was on the level.

“Man, I go away for a year and all Hell breaks loose, literally. So what is the real plan here, Sammy? Because even if the girl is legit, you agreeing with dad leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“Dean, just breathe, okay? I promise you, it will all be okay.”

Once Sam left for the War Room, you laid back against the pillows and drew the blankets up to your chin. Fighting the smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, you closed your eyes and couldn’t help but think about the night before, spent tangled up with your new husband in the tapestries and sheets. He was an amazing lover; from the moment he had first kissed you, until the moment you fell asleep, he attended to every part of your flesh with a gentle, yet fierce longing you didn’t know could exist. 

Not one part of you wanted to want him. In fact the internal struggle that raged between your head and heart was raucous and frustrating. As you lay there with your eyes shut, your hand went to the place between your breasts where the vial of potion normally rested. It was when your hand felt nothing there but your own soft flesh, that you sat up quickly and with force. Panicked, you began to remember more details from the night before. 

In the recklessness of tearing at what remained of each other’s clothing, the vial on the thin cord must have been removed and tossed aside. You had a vague memory of realizing it the night before, but you had been too punch drunk and lustful in Samuel’s arms to do much about it then. 

Kicking off the covers, grabbing at the robe that lay across the back of the chair, you threw it around loosely and fell to the floor in search of the vial. As you frantically searched the room, your fears were starting to grow that Sam would find it, and you would have to explain… too much. Suddenly fear struck you that he would think you used it on him; that the night you two had spent together was contrived and manipulated as part of your plan. Truth is, that is exactly what it had been for, but there was no need for it. You and Sam found your way to each other naturally and coming to terms with the fact that you didn’t hate it, was something else entirely.

Before you could begin to process that feeling, you had to find the vial. Rooting around on the thick shag throw rug and coming up empty, you moved to under the bed, silently praying you would find it easily. Minutes were passing as if you had all the time in the world, and still the vial seemed to have disappeared. Even in the mess of clothing strewn around the room, there wasn’t a trace of it. 

Another panicked thought hit... Sam would be back soon. Too much time had passed now, and you weren’t dressed. If he arrived and found you still half nude in your robe, hair a mess and frazzled, an explanation would be necessary. Nothing that you could say would sound convincing, especially with the bond you two had been forming over plotting against your fathers. Sighing in relent, you got up off the floor and went to the chest where you kept your clothing and personal effects to choose something to wear for the day. 

Not too long after putting the finishing touches on yourself, you heard the rumble of the chamber door begin to open. You drew in a steadying breath and turned from your reflection in the ornate wall-hung mirror, to greet your husband. Opening your mouth to speak, you were immediately silenced when you saw that Sam wasn’t alone.

“(Y/N),” he said, a hint of a secret smile on his face as he reached out to take your hand, pulling you towards them both, “my brother has returned from Purgatory. Dean,” he stepped aside so Dean could come forward, “this is my wife, (Y/N).”

Seeing the much-storied Dean Winchester in the flesh was a shock. He must have been the reason the bells were ringing so early on a Tuesday; the joyous news of his return must be making its way through the city by now. 

“Wow,” you breathed “It’s wonderful to have you home, My Lord.” You bowed your head and gave the slightest curtsy, unsure of the proper greeting, but not wanting to offend. 

“Is this chick for real?” Dean asked in a semi-hushed tone while elbowing Sam in the ribs.

“Shut up,” Sam bit back and shook his head with a snort. “(Y/N), it’s okay, you can drop formalities in front of my brother. He would rather go back to the depths of Purgatory then be called My Lord.”

“I dunno, kinda has a nice ring to it,” Dean quipped, very amused with himself until he caught sight of his brother’s eye roll. “Fine,” he said, and turned his attention back to you. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N), I’ve heard absolutely nothing about you, so I am sure you will have no trouble living up to the hype.” He flashed Sam another distrustful glance then looked back at you again. 

This time though, you could feel the older Winchester brother’s scrutiny as it traveled down your body from your hair to your toes. He examined you quietly as if looking for the marker that would clue him into exactly who you were. Something about the way his green eyes watching you with such distrust made you nervous, as if he could see straight through you and know every thought that staggered through your mind.

“I’m happy to see you home in one piece, Dean. Sam has been very worried for your safety,” you said, trying to keep the nerves in your voice to a minimum. 

Dean gave a half-hearted smile. “Well, he wouldn’t be Sammy if he wasn’t worrying about me.”

“And I suppose you worry about him the same.”

“I do. Which is why, if you try anything to hurt him, I can promise you they will never find your remai--”

“Dean!” Sam’s demeanor and tone said all his brother needed to hear. 

“Alright, I get it. I don’t know you and I am already being a dick. What can I say, its who I am.”

“I would have you no other way,” you said, returning his half-assed smile. “I can promise you that I am nothing like my father. Crowley is an evil man with evil intentions, who sold me off to his enemy to be a broodmare. He thought I would be miserable, pained… angry. Yet, I take great pleasure in the fact that his plan has so far backfired, and I’ve come to find a wonderful, loving man in your brother. Sure, we had our issues, but I think we are of the same mindset.”

“Meaning?” Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest and watching you carefully.

“Meaning… neither of us what to help fulfil whatever crap our fathers are plotting. Instead, we want to stop them. End the War. Bring everyone home.”

DEan scoffed. “End the War? Sweetheart, that war is just getting started. Nothing can end it, not even Eve’s monsters killing every last Hunter and Winchester to walk this Earth.”

“We have to try,” Sam spoke up, holding eyes with his brother, then glancing your way. 

“And somehow having a kid is part of that?”

“It's what our fathers want,” you replied and shrugged. “I have no desire to be a mother. I didn’t even know my own. And, my grandmother, as much as she has taught me, wasn’t exactly a stellar role model.”

“So why the push towards family planning?”

Sam shrugged. “That’s what we are trying to figure out.”

Dean got quiet and began to slowly pace around the room. His hand thoughtfully rubbed at his mouth and down his chin. He didn’t look at you or Sam at all, but kept his focus on the floor in front of him. After a few moments, he stopped in his tracks and shook his head, as if to clear its thoughts.

“Could that be what they are doing?” he whispered as a question, but Sam wasn’t sure if it was directed to him or if Dean was talking to himself. “God I hope that’s not what she was talking about…” he trailed off, clearing not speaking to Sam now. 

“Dean? What are you talking about?” Sam asked. 

If Dean heard his question, he ignored it. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “Can’t be… John would never…”

“Dean… dad would never, what?”

Dean’s piercing green eyes met with Sam’s then slowly made their way to you. “Sammy, I don’t… the things I heard on the battlefield… I doubt they’re true. But, still.”

“What is it, Dean?” Sam asked, both his impatience and temper starting to rise. “Tell me!”

“I think Dad and Crowley want to sacrifice your child to Eve.”

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(LATE) NaNoWriMo Day 4

Daminette pls. But going off the “Wonder Woman’s mother was a Ladybug” thing. Sister/mentor/(personal favorite) treating Marinette like her mom. Whatever you like.

Okay so this turned out as a general “found family” kind of thing and Daminette doesn’t happen until later. Adrien is a decent human being in this because I’m so tired of writing and reading salt that I’m just going to leave the readers to assume Adrien actually had character growth in the show and stopped being a pushy, petty, sacrificial child. 

Anyway, this thing was 2340 words so buckle in babes!

Diana Prince perhaps should have been aware of the Hawkmoth problem, seeing as she was an employee of the Louvre. But do not blame her, she would have known the problem her city was going through if she hadn’t been on leave to deal with the other side of the world’s problems. 

It was a year before she finally got to return. A year that had so much happen within it. She finally learned of the Hawkmoth issue when Hal was complaining about this reoccurring video about “Miraculous” that also managed to delete itself. If he got to watch it as soon as it appeared, he could only get halfway through before it disappeared again. He couldn’t trace it to the city it came from. Ladybug and Chat Noir never said where they were from before the video deleted itself. But he was also complaining about the Miraculous. What were they? What did they do? Ladybug and Chat Noir only said they held those Miraculous.

Diana knew. Diana nearly threw a fit at the knowledge that the miraculi were active again, somewhere in the world, and she never knew.

On her first day back at the Louvre, her boss filled her in on everything that had happened and she wanted to strangle this “Hawkmoth” and “Mayura.”

Representing the Justice League, Diana, as Wonder Woman, managed to find Ladybug and Chat Noir while they were out on a patrol. Ladybug was stiffly polite and Chat Noir was acting like a puppy getting adopted. Several meetings later, Diana learned that Ladybug didn’t know how to respond to the daughter of a previous holder. 

In her meetings with them, Diana could only keep thinking of one thing: whoever their previous mentor was, they sucked. Ladybug and Chat Noir didn’t know much about their powers. They didn’t know the history of their Miraculous. They didn’t know how to properly fight and had been winging their battles since day 1. 

Diana found herself connecting to the two strongly. Ladybug was like the little sister she never had. Chat Noir was like a son who melted in any show of affection - which strangely also included compliments on growth. 

“I think what you two need is to get out of the city and learn how to fight from someone who has taught kids how to protect themselves quickly,” Diana found herself saying during a break in a training session. 

“But what if Hawkmoth sends out an Akuma while we’re gone?” Ladybug fretted.

“You have the horse miraculous, yes?” Diana nodded to the egg box. 

“Oh… you want me to take that with us?” Ladybug’s brow furrowed even more.

“Of course! Right now, I’d say nowhere is safer for the miraculous than with you. The temple is still regrowing, they won’t know what to do with your box while it is still incomplete. But, if you are so anxious about leaving Paris, I might be able to convince my friend and one of his sons to come here instead.”

“Really?” Chat Noir perked.

Diana gave him an easy smile. “I’m sure he’d be happy to.”

“For us?” Ladybug asked.

“You two are like my family by now,” Diana held out her hands. “And my friend will do anything for family.”

Bruce and Damian Wayne were in Paris by the end of the week. 16-year-old Damian was still a brat, but he was still a growing teenage boy forgetting old customs and learning about the real world. Bruce thought getting him around other young superheroes might help- he was horrendous at socializing with civilians due to still believing he was superior. 

That was a horrible mistake, Robin’s first act was to insult everything about Ladybug and Chat Noir. After a good long lecture from both Bruce and Diana, Robin apologized to both… in a way that left them more confused than accepting of him. 

A week later, Bruce tried the “let’s have a civilian day” card. Ladybug nearly threw a fit.

“We aren’t supposed to know each other’s identities!” She recited.

“Why not?” Robin scrunched his face. “I know all of-”

“You’re Gotham’s superheroes,” Chat sighed. “You don’t deal with a magical emotional terrorist. Ladybug and I are not immune to Akumas, we aren’t immune to strong emotions. What if one of us gets Akumatized and we know the other’s identity? We could tell Hawkmoth. We could succeed in taking the other’s Miraculous. And then what? He wins. We have to stay secret until Hawkmoth is gone.” He said it with practice, the concept having been drilled into his mind by Ladybug during their earlier days. 

“I’m sorry, Batman and Robin, we would like to, but please understand that for the safety of Paris, we literally cannot,” Ladybug gave a sad smile. 

They were there for another week before Robin, after pinning Ladybug with the end of his katana, suggested just hacking CTV cameras to track Akumas.

“It might work,” Chat grinned, before getting a light punch to the stomach and a “constant vigilance!” from Batman. 

“I surrender,” Ladybug told Robin before pushing Robin’s katana away and pushing herself into a sitting position. “It might. But I don’t have high hopes- kwami can’t even be seen on camera. What’s to say the effects of a Miraculous can’t either?”

“But,” Chat was buzzing, “you’re Cure always does! We’ve seen it on the news enough times.”

Ladybug pursed her lips. “I don’t know the first thing about hacking.”

“Good thing we do,” Robin cracked a grin.

“Do you normally find such joy in illegal activities?”

“Are you kidding me?” Chat’s voice was shrill and Ladybug had turned to Diana with wide eyes.

“Is it true?”

“We didn’t tamper with the footage besides getting it, if that’s what you’re asking,” Robin shrugged.

“But- but-” Chat sputtered, his cat pupils in fearful slits and tears glossing his eyes.

“Chat?” Ladybug softly called.

“That’s,” Chat’s bottom lip trembled and he looked between Ladybug and Diana. “That’s my house. Hawkmoth can’t be my dad- he can’t be!” Chat shook his head in denial. 

Ladybug paused in trying to comfort Chat, now realizing the boy before her was Adrien, the boy that used to be her crush. She was unsure on how to continue.

“Chat,” Diana spoke, moving forward to slowly place her hands on his shoulders. “Whether or not your father is Hawkmoth, somebody is sending out Akumas from your house. Since this is personal now, do you want to go with us? We’ll understand if you don’t.”

Chat blinked several times and looked between each person in his company. “I- I’ll go. You’ll need my help to get inside anyway.”

And so, in the middle of the next almost harmless Akuma attack, Adrien stayed in his room rather than go out. He popped open his window. Batman, Robin, Wonder Woman, and Ladybug swung inside and they began their journey through the house. Adrien led them to Gabriel’s study and faced the portrait of his mother. 

“There’s a safe behind the portrait. It’s where I found the grimoire. And now that I think about it, the peacock miraculous was in there too. I didn’t think much about it at the time,” Adrien rubbed his arms. Wonder Woman reached out and he grabbed her fingers in comfort.

“What’s done is done, do you think the portrait could also lead to where Hawkmoth is?” Batman asked.

“I think?” Adrien scrunched his face.

Robin walked up to the portrait, running his fingers around it. “There certainly are buttons on this, under the guise of being mosaic pieces.”

Adrien stepped up to it, fitting his fingers onto the supposed buttons, and before anyone could protest, he pressed them. The floor below them opened up and the elevator began to descend. They quickly fitted themselves into the tiny space.

Gabriel was standing in the middle of a garden, before something brightly white.

“Father?” Adrien’s voice was hardly audible but Gabriel Agreste still whipped around and saw the group of five. 

“Adrien!” He barked, unsure of who to call. “My son…”

“Father, no,” Adrien moaned, backing away. “How could you!”

“Adrien, I’ve been doing this for us! I’m bringing Emilie back. Don’t you want to see your mother again?” Gabriel stepped aside, tilting his head towards the coffin. 

“I would, but not this way,” Adrien shook his head, looking away from his father and the coffin. “I’ve grieved and moved on. Mom is dead and you shouldn’t be trying to change that!”

Gabriel frowned and narrowed his eyes. “Fine then. Nooroo, Dark Wings, Rise!”

 He called his Akuma back and sent another one, to whom they didn’t know. But what they were trying to do was get the brooch back. Gabriel, Hawkmoth, had almost lost from the shock of seeing his son transform into one of his own enemies, Chat Noir. 

Mayura joined, but Robin was quick to bring her down when she had doubled over from the sickness her Miraculous was causing her. Volpina made another return, hindering a good portion of the entire operation. Chat Noir had accidentally cataclysm-ed the entire platform, sending everyone down. There, in the dark and in the knee-high water, they continued the battle. Hawkmoth’s cane was shattered and he hid behind Volpina and her illusions. 

Volpina held up a good fight, but her mistake was physically attacking Ladybug. That had cemented her as the real Volpina.

“Finally,” Volpina screeched, hands on Ladybug’s earrings. “Finally! You little bug will finally be gone!”

She had gotten one earring out before Robin had sent a flying kick towards her, and the two of them began wrestling in the water. Ladybug was slowly disappearing, and the familiar form of Marinette was coming out of the suit. 

“Tikki, Spots off! Where’s my other earring?” The two of them began hunting the earring.

Chat Noir’s timer was finally up, and he returned into Adrien and was kicked away by his own father. “Plagg!” 

Diana finally managed to shove Hawkmoth’s face under the water and rip the brooch off and left Gabriel to find Marinette. Batman held the struggling Gabriel by his arms.

“What’s her Akuma?” Robin called, having learned the same trick.

“It should be her necklace! Don’t destroy it, we need Ladybug to purify it!” Adrien responded, finally finding Plagg and giving him a soggy slice of cheese. His night vision back, he dove under and plucked the earring from the ground and pushed it into Marinette’s hand. 

“Tikki, spots on!” Marinette called and Ladybug shot at Volpina and ripped the necklace off of her. The familiar sound of the Akuma’s wings managed to be heard over the infuriated screeches of Lila and the struggling grunts of Gabriel. Ladybug caught and released the Akuma. 

Emilie’s coffin was found in perfect condition after the Cure was cast. Gabriel and Lila were given to the police. Afterward, Adrien and Marinette were standing in front of it. 

“Do you think perhaps she isn't actually dead?” Adrien asked, reaching out to touch the coffin while Diana came walking up behind them.

“A misused Miraculous can be damaged, and a damaged Miraculous will injure anyone who uses it,” Diana explained, taking her circlet off. 

“I had thought Nathalie was sick with the same thing as Mom, they both started coughing before it began to actually start crippling them. I wonder why she was using the Peacock, then,” Adrien trembled.

“The temple might be able to help,” Marinette suggested. “They are the ones who know everything about the Miraculous. And, now we finally have the whole box.”

“You might be right, sister,” Diana placed a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “But don’t put all your faith in them. They might not be able to bring her back.”

“If-” Adrien began, his voice trembling. “If they don’t, where am I going to go?”

Diana offered her hand again and he squeezed her fingers. “If you want, I would take you.”

“You would?” Adrien raised his eyebrows.

“Of course,” Diana grinned. “Marinette is like the little sister I never had. You, you are like a son to me. Marinette has her family and has grown with guidance. You… when I came, you were like what I imagine Bruce feels when he found his sons. Someone who needed guidance. Someone who needed an adult there who cared.”

Adrien looked on the verge of tears.

Emilie truly was dead, when they gave her to the temple. Adrien changed his last name to Prince and stayed with Diana. Marinette let him keep Plagg, but changed Tikki for a zodiac, taking Mullo. She didn’t want both the black cat and the ladybug active at the same time anymore. 

Diana stayed around in the bakery while not on Justice League business or at the Louvre, and got to know Tom and Sabine quite well. Marinette and her relationship strengthened, and Marinette quite liked to tease Adrien at school by calling him “her nephew.” Nobody really knew why. 

As they grew older, Adrien and Marinette kept in touch in their civilian lives and stayed as partners in the superhero world. But, Adrien never re-entered Marinette’s love life. No, he got his kicks out of returning Marinette’s teasing here. 

Damian Wayne and Marinette had gotten to know each other in the month he and Bruce had been in Paris. Marinette had a delivery to them, and then continued having deliveries. That was on Bruce’s part and him trying to set Damian up. Well, it worked, and the two fell into an awkward “I like you” stage after the downfall of Hawkmoth. When Marinette graduated, she had gone to Gotham University so she could be closer to Damian and they really did start dating then.

Adrien got his kicks from this. Whenever Diana came for a visit, Adrien was with her and always asked how Damian was treating his aunt. There were normally angry, muttered snide remarks in Cantonese from Marinette and smug replies in Mandarin from Adrien. 

Life was as peaceful as the life of a superhero could be for our young, found family.

[sparklyaxolotlstudent]

Ladybug Puppet Show 09

The Start of Something New

“I’m home! Sorry I’m late, but I really didn’t want to come!” said Marinette upon arriving at her home. The Bakery was closed already, her dad was making dinner, and her mom was playing videogames. She placed her schoolbag on the sofa and grabbed a control that her mom offered.

“So I get you had a good time with your friends?” asked her mom curious, while they selected their characters for Smash Duty of Wars Go!

“Yes!” she replied earnestly. “It was a blast! We did a cold reading and all”

“I bet your show will be amazing”

“Ah, no it was terrible, I was chosen as the Keeper and in cold readings it was ok, but totally fumbled my words when we were filming and on the polar opposite, we need to teach Kagami how to emote like a human being. HA! Gotcha!”

“Kagami? I thought you hated her…”

“Nah, she’s cool… I’m not thrilled that Adrien seems to have a thing for her, but at least she’s not horrible like Chloe or Lila”

“I thought they were also on your show?”

“Well, Chloe is paying, and she’s toned down her meanness… she even accepted we make fun of Queen Bee on the show”

“Ah good. So she’s not after Adrien?”

“She has been surprisingly mellow. I have to watch out Marc though” Added Marinette with a little laugh.”

“What? I thought he was with Nathaniel?”

“Well, yeah, but it turns out that they’re both fans of High School Musical, and they know all the songs AND the choreography, and after our rehearsal they did a duet of ‘Bop to the top’… Wish I had filmed it”

“Too bad you have never seen those. Have you?”

“Nope, that’s why I’m marathoning the movies this weekend with Nathaniel. Next time I’ll be Ryan!”

“Don’t you mean Sharpay?”

“Ah, no, Adrien sang Sharpay’s part of the song”

“Dinner’s ready!”

-

“Really son? ‘Bop to the top’?”

“Well, we did it for fun, and it’s not like anyone was filming at that point. Besides, I thought it would be a good way to boost everyone’s mood after our abysmal first drafts”

“Well, at least you choose the most fashionable characters. Hats do suit you after all”

“Ah no, I was Sharpay.”

“… oh. Pink suits you anyway.”

Adrien smiled. Ever since they started working on the show, his father had been much more approachable, and they had have dinner together almost every day and talk about their days. He must really love puppets.

“So, what was Miss Dupain-Cheng opinion on your song and dance?”

“Eh? OH! She loved it, although it seems she hasn’t seen the movies. A shame really”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at his son, while he kept eating his salad.

“Well son, you have the Super Hyper Mega Ultra Deluxe Limited Edition Full HD with the alternate endings where Troy ends up with Sharpay, and the secret one where he ends with Ryan?”

“No, that ending is from the second one, after Gabriella dumps him in song form.”

“Ah… ANYWAY, wouldn’t it be just marvelous if you shared your love… of High School Musical with Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

“A Karaoke night? You banned those after she broke our windows singing Despacito”

“Yeah, my ears still buzz when I remember that… No, I meant you could watch the movies with her! Go to her home, invite her here, and make it a special night”

“You’re right! I’ll text her right now!” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I’ll text her after dinner!”

-

“Master, you haven’t akumatized anyone recently and I was wondering…”

“Oh… well, I wasn’t about to ruin my son’s dates. And the only person that has been pissed off lately has been that Rossi brat, and honestly, I’m sick of akumatizing her”

“… you akumatized Mr. Raimier 24 times already”

“Yeah, but I’m not sick of him. Besides, it’s funny to see that mangy cat and that bug fight against frigging pigeons.”

-

“Your old man was really insistent on you watching those movies with the baker girl”

“Yeah, he must really love HSM too!”

Plagg’s eye twitched, but he decided to go and grab a piece of camember from his secret stash.

“You going to text her or what?”

“Yep! Right now!”

“Don’t forget to tell her that her hair looked nice today!”

“What?”

“In a friendly way, of course”

“Right!”

Adrien got his phone out of his pocket and opened his ThumbBook™, where he saw Alya had published some of the pictures they took of their first day. Seeing Rose dressed as a very girly Hawk Moth and Luka as a very buff and kinda hot(in a bro way) Ninja Turtle, he wondered if Marinette would agree to wear a tacky Hawaiian shirt for their next meeting.

He then decided to message her.

“Hey Marinette”

She wasn’t online, so he didn’t expected her to reply.

“I was thinking about it and since you haven’t seen the HSM movies, If you like, we can watch them together! It’ll be fun. We can play some games after. OH, and your hair looked good today!”

…

“Not that it doesn’t look good every day, but today it was particularly good!”

-

On her side of the conversation, Marinette.exe had stopped working.

--

Yeah, sorry, no puppets this chapter, but Adrien being a fellow HSM was too funny to pass up. This _probably_ won't have lasting consequenses in later chapters, other than even more mentions of HSM.

Maybe

[mikauzoran]

Lukadrien/Lukadrienette Drabble: Nachtmusik Chapter Ten

A Little Night Music (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik) Chapter Ten: The ACDC Residence

Adrien was ready to pass out.

…After he scrubbed the rest of the stage makeup off.

Luka and Marinette would fuss if he got the stuff on the sheets (on them and their clothes and the pillows) again, so first he’d take a shower, and then he would crawl into bed between his husband and his wife, and Adrien would pass out.

He opened the front door of their house in the sixteenth arrondissement as quietly as possible, gently pushing it open as he debated whether or not he wanted to risk waking Hugo and Emma by sneaking into their rooms to check on them and give them kisses. Hugo was such a light sleeper, and Emma had been sick when Adrien left that morning. If he woke Hugo up, Hugo would want to cuddle. Ditto with Emma, and he was sure they were both in need of the rest.

Adrien slowly pulled the door closed behind him, only letting go of the knob when the door was flush to avoid making noise.

He needn’t have bothered.

Once inside, he heard the soft and steady sounds of Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude emanating from the front room off to the left of the foyer. The piece was just getting to the deep, rumbly thunder part low in the register that made Adrien shiver in pleasure.

It had to be Luka playing, as Hugo’s little hands couldn’t span an octave yet.

Sure enough, when Adrien peeked around the corner, he found his husband at the piano, their two-year-old daughter in her sling, her head resting above Luka’s heart.

“Hey, Orpheus,” he called softly as he made his way over to his family.

Luka looked up, eyes filled with exhaustion, but when they met Adrien’s, they lit up with renewed energy. “Hey, Perfect Fifth. Welcome home.”

In one fluid motion, Adrien sat on the bench beside Luka and leaned in for a kiss. He could feel Luka smiling into it even as Luka’s fingers still found the right notes on the keyboard.

“Why Chopin?” Adrien chuckled against Luka’s lips before gently nipping and pulling back slightly. “Isn’t that kind of my thing? Why not Ravel?” He carefully reached down and tucked a loose strand of thick, obsidian hair behind Emma’s ear.

Luka’s smile turned pained. “Because Chopin is your thing.” He tipped his chin down at Emma sleeping fitfully, eyes cracking open only to slip closed once more.

“She’s been calling for you all day, Adrien-bocchama,” Nooroo informed, fidgeting nervously as he came to settle in his customary spot on Adrien’s right shoulder.

Adrien gave the butterfly kwami an affectionate scritch under the chin.

“I got her to settle for ‘Daddy’s music’ until you got home,” Luka explained with a weary sigh.

Adrien gave Luka’s ear a nibble. “How’s Hugo?”

Luka took a deep, tired breath. “…Hugo should be back to sleep by now, but he’s already been down here twice fussing over Emmie and asking why Chopin’s always crying in his songs. He said it sounds like ‘Chopin lost something he loved a whole lot’, so we had to talk about how Chopin was sick and lonely and heartbroken. The whole time I was thinking, ‘What four-year-old talks and thinks like this?’”

Adrien rested his chin on Luka’s shoulder as he hummed, “I bet you did.”

Luka rolled his eyes fondly at his husband. “Not even I was that spooky-perceptive that young. I may be considerably empathic, but Hugo looks at you with those big, blue eyes, and he sees into your soul.”

“He would be a good Butterfly Miraculous user,” Nooroo noted, nodding in satisfaction. “I feel a deep affinity with him.”

Luka winced. “Please keep the arcane magic away from our four-year-old. He’s enough of a handful as it is without the ability to create an army. I don’t want him turning out like his grandfath—er…uh…” He turned his head to smile apologetically at Adrien. “Sorry. No offence.”

Adrien shrugged, sitting up straight. “My father has the capacity to be both a very good and a very bad man. I’m proud of him for choosing to fight his inner demons, and I’m grateful that he’s winning. I love my father, but I’m about as eager as you are for our son to take after him. At least Hugo has genetics on his side.”

Luka winced again. “So if he turns out like Gabriel, it’s nurture. If he turns out like my father, it’s nature, and that’s on me and my inferior genes. Thank you, Angel.”

“Any time,” Adrien snickered, giving his husband’s cheek a lick.

Luka tried not to laugh as he ended the Chopin piece on a satisfying closed cadence. “Come here,” he whispered, voice husky and completely enamored as he cupped Adrien’s face, running his thumb tenderly over Adrien’s cheek as he took Adrien’s lips in a deep, unhurried kiss.

The music lapsed, and, with a muted whine, Emma starting to blink sleepily into wakefulness, startling her parents apart with her quiet yet pained cries.

In a flash, Plagg flew out of Adrien’s left shoulder and down to check on his grandkitten. “Hey, Minette,” he purred, rubbing against her cheek.

“Blague,” Emma burbled as Plagg phased through her and came out the other side.

“She’s still hot,” Plagg observed. “I’m intimately familiar with what the internal temperature of a human being is supposed to feel like, and she’s too hot.”

“Her fever hasn’t broken yet?” Adrien gasped, suddenly going cold. He looked to Luka in wide-eyed panic. “Marinette said she was doing better when I called between shows.”

“She is, but she’s still running a temperature. It’s not super high, but…it doesn’t seem to be breaking, so I’m starting to get a little worried. I was waiting for you to get home to decide whether we should take her to the hospital.”

Adrien shook his head. “I’ll ring up one of the doctors Dad has on call and have them come. It’ll be easier than trying to take her out in the cold.”

Luka nodded slowly. “I always forget that we’re rich and can do things like that. I don’t know how I feel about relying on your father, though.”

Adrien waved away Luka’s reservations, already dialing the doctor on call and getting up to pace. “Dad knows she’s sick. When he calls me tomorrow morning, he’s going to ask how she is, and if she’s not better and I haven’t called one of his doctors, he’s going to freak.”

Luka put up his hands in surrender, familiar with how fanatically Gabriel Agreste doted on Hugo and Emma.

“Papá, piano,” Emma whimpered, reclaiming Luka’s attention.

Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, so he gently wiped them away before obliging her entreaty.

Luka pressed down on the mute pedal as he began Chopin’s Spring Waltz so that Emma could still hear the song but the playing wouldn’t disrupt Adrien’s phone call.

“Thirty to forty minutes depending on traffic, he said,” Adrien reported a minute later, coming back to sit on the bench beside his husband.

Luka smiled wryly. “Seeing as it’s just past one in the morning, I don’t imagine traffic will significantly impact arrival time.”

“Daddy!” Emma called, beginning to struggle. “Papá, down,” she pleaded. “Daddy!”

“Just a sec, Minuet.” Luka stopped playing to loose their daughter from the sling.

“Hey, Angel-Baby,” Adrien cooed, taking the carrier and child from Luka and fitting her to his own body so that she rested snug against his chest. “You not feeling so good?”

Emma made a little grumble, large green eyes staring up distractedly into his own.

Adrien dropped a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead and nuzzled her hair, wrapping his arms around her and patting her back. “Hang in there, My Sweet One.”

All the while, Luka looked on with a besotted grin.

Adrien glanced up, caught his husband staring, and quirked an inquisitive eyebrow. “What?”

Luka shook his head, reaching out to run a hand through Adrien’s hair. “You’re so incredibly beautiful; I can’t believe you’re real.”

Adrien laughed in delight, catching himself by surprise. A delicate rose blush spread like spilled ink across his cheeks. “You’ve been married to me for how long?”

“Four years, eleven months exactly now that we’re past midnight,” Luka decreed, immeasurably pleased with himself. “And I thank the powers that be for every hour.”

Adrien gave Luka a warm, soft look. “You and me both.”

Luka leaned in to nuzzle Adrien’s ear. “You holding our daughter ties for second place as my all-time favourite sight.”

“What’s first place?” Adrien wondered.

Luka didn’t even have to think about it. “You and Marinette holding both of our children. No contest.”

“You’re so sappy,” Adrien purred. “I love it. You turn my insides to mush…. You know, when Marinette finally kicks this stomach bug, we should seriously discuss making more babies.”

Luka hummed in amusement, running his hand down Adrien’s neck and back up to rub behind his ear. “You’re already ready for another one?”

“It’s been two years,” Adrien whined, nuzzling Emma’s hair. “…Speaking of our lovely wife, how was Marinette today? Like I said, I called her between shows to check on her and Emmie, but she was really evasive.”

“I’m beginning to think she’s not really sick,” Luka confessed.

Adrien gave him an odd look. “She’s been throwing up for a week. How is she not sick?”

An impish smile unfurled on Luka’s lips, and an excited glint came into his eyes. “You’re out of tofu.”

Adrien frowned, even more confused. “I had half a block left after I made my tofu scramble this morning. How am I out of tofu? No one else eats it.”

“After Marinette finished throwing up this afternoon, she announced that she had the strangest craving for tofu and rose jam.”

Adrien’s eye flew wide. “You think we’re pregnant,” he gasped.

Luka shrugged. “Only Marinette would know for sure, but…I am seeing similarities between this and the other pregnancies.”

Adrien had to restrain himself from tackling Luka or leaping for joy so that he wouldn’t jostle Emma. “I can’t believe it,” he breathed, leaning in and resting his forehead and nose against Luka’s shoulder.

“Please don’t get too excited yet, P5,” Luka begged, beginning to regret telling Adrien. “Please don’t get your hopes up too much until it’s confirmed and the doctor says we’re out of the woods. I don’t want you hurt, and you know how torn up you were after…” Luka bit his lip.

Adrien nodded. “…the miscarriage,” he completed in a whisper, nuzzling Luka’s arm and holding Emma closer. “I know. I’ll calm down,” he promised. “But…a baby,” he giggled. “Even the possibility of a baby is just so…” He looked up and shook his head, grinning. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Luka whispered against Adrien’s lips, taking a long pull from them.

“You should head to bed,” Adrien suggested as they pulled away. “I’ll sit up with Emmie; you’ve had her all day while I was gone and Marinette was sick.”

Luka shook his head. “Adrien, didn’t you have a matinée on top of an evening performance? You must be exhausted.”

Adrien shrugged, downplaying his fatigue. “My understudy is filling in tomorrow; I have the day off, so I can sleep then. You, on the other hand, need to go to bed. Don’t you have some kind of concert tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow night,” Luka countered. “I can sleep all day tomorrow once our daughter is doing better.”

Adrien rolled his eyes at the stubbornness of his spouse. Figuring it wouldn’t do much good to argue, Adrien shrugged. “You know best.”

“Finally he admits it,” Luka snorted, but his smile was all fondness and teasing.

“So…I’m horrible, but remind me of what kind of concert exactly you have tomorrow?” Adrien asked sheepishly. “Are you a rock star or a piano soloist or in with the first violins? You’re too talented. I can’t keep up.”

Luka shrugged and wrapped an arm around Adrien, thumb rhythmically stroking the top of Adrien’s shoulder as Luka tipped his head to rest against his husband’s. “I’m performing with the symphony tomorrow—just one violinist among thirty—so it won’t be as bad if I’m a little tired. The band has shows on Thursday and Friday. Next Saturday and Sunday I’m soloist for Beethoven’s Third Piano Concerto. Don’t worry about not being able to keep it straight…. I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I can’t remember what show you’re in right now. Are you…Raoul in Phantom of the Opera?”

Adrien chuckled, shaking his head as he smoothed Emma’s hair. “That’s next month; we’re in rehearsals, so that’s what you’re thinking of. Right now, I’ve got one more week left of playing Gabriel in Next to Normal.”

Luka nodded, licking his bottom lip. “That’s right…. Isn’t that…a challenging role for you? Maybe a little taxing emotionally?” he carefully inquired. “I remember being a bit nervous when you were telling me about the part.”

Adrien hummed thoughtfully. “…Yeah. Yeah, it is a difficult, draining role. I’m glad it was only for a month. I mean…I play the manifestation of the main character’s dead son and spend the whole musical feeding my ‘mother’’s mental illness, at one point encouraging her to join me in death, and constantly taunting my insecure ‘sister’ and being denied and dismissed by my ‘father’. It’s tough to be in that headspace, but…in the end, each of the characters reaches a sort of closure, and when my ‘father’ finally looks at me and acknowledges me…when he looks at me and says, ‘Gabe…. Gabriel?’, and I smile and say, ‘Hi, Dad’…it’s a good feeling. The whole show I feel like I’m working up to that scene, and that scene makes the rest of it okay.”

Adrien turned his head so that they were face to face and smiled self-consciously. “Does that make any kind of sense? It’s okay if it doesn’t.”

Luka considered for a minute and then nodded. “In a way, yes. I have songs that I wrote about painful things. It stings and throbs and itches when I play them, but when I hit that final note…there’s resolution there. It’s cathartic. Now, I don’t know if I could make it through a two-hour musical experience like that, but…I kind of get what you’re saying.”

Adrien hummed, satisfied. “…It’s different now than it was a decade ago. I wouldn’t have been able to play Gabriel when I was eighteen. Now, it’s okay because the wounds have scabbed over a bit. My relationship with my dad is…I mean, we have a relationship. It’s not perfect, but it’s good. It’s strong. He’s hurt me, and there are things that are difficult to forgive him for that still kind of hang between us, but I’m mostly at peace with my dad. And I finally have closure about my mom.”

Luka tightened his hold on Adrien.

“Just knowing that she’s dead and that she didn’t abandon me…that’s a huge weight off. There’s still a lot of pain there, but it’s better than the decade I spent thinking not even my mother loved me.” Adrien smiled sadly at his husband. “It’s also different because I have my own family now. You and Marinette…with you two beside me, I don’t have to be afraid of anything. I know you two will always catch me if I fall. We had a bit of a bumpy start, but we fell into place, and now we’re unshakeable. And our kids…”

Adrien looked down at Emma, and his heart swelled. “This is pure, untainted, uncomplicated love. Having kids of my own with the two people I love most in the universe has given me all kinds of closure and a new perspective on my relationships with my own parents. I couldn’t have played Gabriel ten years ago, but now…with my family, our home…it’s a healing experience more than reopening old wounds.”

“Yeah,” Luka whispered, kissing the side of Adrien’s head. “Yeah. I know what you mean. These past five years…our marriage, our children…even though there have been dark times, these past five years have done a lot to heal the wounds inside of me.”

“Blague?” Emma called as she came into wakefulness once more.

Plagg was hovering at her side in a heartbeat. “Yes, Minette?”

“Purr?” she entreated, turning her big, peridot baby eyes on him.

Plagg nestled up against Emma on Adrien’s chest and started a gentle, comforting purr.

“Plagg, you’re so whipped,” Adrien snickered.

Plagg gave a little snort but kept purring. “It’s been a long time since one of my kittens had kittens. This is special, Kid. Precious.”

“Yeah,” Adrien sighed contentedly, raising a finger to scratch between Plagg’s ears.

“Daddy?” Emma called, eyes glassy with fever.

Adrien’s ears perked up. “Yeah, Angel-Baby? What is it?”

“Piano?” she mewed interrogatively.

“Looks like she’s tired of hearing me play,” Luka chuckled, giving Adrien’s arm a pat before scooting over on the bench to give Adrien better access to the instrument.

“You have been playing for several hours,” Nooroo reasoned, poking his head out of Adrien’s right shoulder to gaze down at Plagg and Emma. “Poor baby.”

“What do you want to hear Daddy play, Emmie?” Adrien inquired as he warmed up with some scales.

“Papá song,” she answered sleepily.

Adrien and Luka looked at each other, raising eyebrows in tandem.

“Ravel?” Adrien guessed.

Emma made a little hum of assent. “Woof,” she specified.

Luka and Adrien traded glances.

“I believe she means barque,” Nooroo translated.

Adrien and Luka nodded, sharing an, “Ooooh” of elucidation.

“Miroirs Three: Une Barque sur l’Ocean,” Adrien announced and began to play a series of shimmering, rolling notes: sails billowing in the soft breeze, seagulls calling in the distance, waves gently lapping at the side of the boat, the sun shining down in a bright, even shower of tangible warmth.

Emma’s eyes slipped closed two minutes in, and she quickly fell back to sleep.

Adrien kept playing with a soft smile.

Luka was content just to watch and treasure the moment.

“You know,” Adrien chuckled quietly. “I was talking to the people in charge of marketing and programs for the production of Phantom of the Opera I’m going to be in, and I managed to convince them of the efficacy of crediting me as ‘Adrien ACDC’.”

Luka cracked up. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” Adrien snickered. “Didn’t I tell you I would? They were a little reluctant to lose the ‘Agreste’ because of name recognition, but I reasoned with them that it was a ridiculous amount of space on the line, not to mention the ink, to print ‘Adrien Agreste-Couffaine-Dupain-Cheng’. They suggested just going by my maiden name, so I told them that those three other names were a hard-won battle that I shed blood, sweat, and tears for and that I wasn’t giving them up without a full-scale war…. So ‘Adrien ACDC’ it is.”

“That’s too wonderful,” Luka laughed, putting a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound so as not to wake Emma. “I might need to talk to my agent about crediting me as ‘Luka ACDC’ going forward. That’s too wonderful.”

“Aren’t you glad I thought of it?” Adrien preened.

Luka nodded appreciatively. “It’ll make signing autographs a lot easier.”

Just then, a trampling of feet came pounding down the stairs, long nails clicking on the wood floors.

Adrien made a mental note to schedule a grooming appointment to have those nails trimmed. The children often roughhoused with Mélodie and were liable to get scratched.

One hundred pounds of pony-sized Anatolian Shepherd lumbered into the front room, a sleepy-eyed Hugo loosely hanging onto her creamy tan coat.

“Papá?” Hugo yawned. “Daddy?”

“Hey, Buddy. Up again?” Luka got to his feet and scooped Hugo into his arms, bringing their four-year-old to sit on the bench with them.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Hugo explained, resting his head on Luka’s shoulder.

“Hey, Sweet Prince,” Adrien greeted, leaning in to kiss his son’s forehead and nuzzle his thick black hair.

This resulted in Adrien fumbling a few notes and Emma stirring once more with a little whimper.

“Sorry, Angel-Baby,” Adrien whispered.

“How’s Emmie?” Hugo leaned in to look down at his sister, sapphire eyes wide with worry.

“Gogo,” Emma whined, and Hugo reached out to stroke her hair.

Nooroo flew over to nestle in his favourite spot on top of Hugo’s head.

Mélodie sat at Adrien’s feet, resting her head on the piano bench and nosing Adrien’s thigh for attention.

“Hey, Baby Girl,” Adrien cooed.

Mélodie gave a tired thump of her tail. She would be ten years old in December, and she was beginning to slow down. She adored her little siblings, but Hugo and Emma wore Mélodie out.

“Emmie’s in pain,” Hugo observed, beginning to tear up himself.

“She’s going to be just fine, Young Master Hugo,” Nooroo assured, petting Hugo’s hair.

“Yeah. No need for tears, Minou.” Plagg flew up to wipe Hugo’s eyes before returning to his post cuddled up with Emma.

“We called one of your grandfather’s doctors, and he’ll be here soon to take care of her,” Luka added with a big, encouraging smile.

Hugo looked deep into Luka’s eyes and frowned. “You’re worried, Papá.”

Luka grimaced. “But that’s no reason for you to be. This is a grownup worry thing, not a Hugo worry thing. …Why don’t you play something for your sister? Emmie, would you like to hear Hugo play?”

“Mmm. Gogo,” Emma agreed.

Hugo pursed his lips, staring Luka down for a minute before relenting. He turned himself on Luka’s lap and slowly worked through Adrien’s usual set of ‘bare-minimum-warmup’ scales. He took a deep breath and carefully, slowly started to play Mozart’s Twelve Variations on “Ah, Vous Dirai-Je, Maman”.

“Twinkle, twinkle little bat,” Emma sang along, substituting in the lyrics from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland that Adrien had been reading the children as their bedtime story. (It was a dramatic reading complete with singing and dancing and character voices and sound effects. Sometimes Marinette and Luka would come stand in the hall to peek in and listen without disrupting the children’s one-on-one time with Adrien.)

Hugo’s hands were sometimes too small to hit all the notes, and his motor control wasn’t good enough to always play at tempo, but he did his best, and, although his best paled in comparison to his professional and hobbyist pianist fathers, he far outshone most other four-year-olds.

“That’s really awesome, Hugo,” Luka praised as Hugo finished playing the theme section with relative control and fluidity.

Hugo smiled up toothily at his fathers. “I can do more. It’s not that good—I can’t do it like it’s supposed to be—but I can do the first six variations.” He proceeded to play the first variation slowly and imperfectly, but his performance definitely showed promise.

Luka let out a low whistle. “You’ve got all that in your head?”

Hugo nodded, moving on to the second variation.

“Where did you learn this?” Adrien wondered, awed. “We don’t have the sheet music, do we? Was it in one of your beginning piano books?”

Hugo shook his head, concentrating hard on the notes. “Grandpa plays it with me. He says the songs in my books are too simple for me, so we play Mozart when I go over.”

Luka looked at Adrien quizzically.

Adrien put his hands up in surrender. “I did not know about this.”

“And you like playing Mozart with your grandfather?” Luka asked neutrally, testing the waters.

Hugo nodded, hitting the wrong key, frowning, and starting the measure over to fix the mistake. “It’s fun. We play other stuff too.” Hugo gave up on talking and playing at the same time and looked up at his fathers. “Grandpa likes Ravel like Papá, so sometimes we play Ravel. I like the fairytale pieces.”

Adrien nodded knowingly, his nose scrunching up. “He used to make me play those.”

Luka frowned. “You didn’t like them?”

Adrien’s grimace turned sheepish. “I didn’t like that he made me play them.”

Luka hummed in understanding.

“Is that why you didn’t love the piano until you met Papá?” Hugo inquired, big sapphire eyes boring into Adrien.

Adrien blushed, head tipping to the side. He adjusted his hold on Emma. “That’s part of it.”

Luka rested a hand on Adrien’s knee and squeezed.

Adrien placed his hand on top of Luka’s, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a quiet, unspoken declaration of love.

“Grandpa doesn’t make me play piano,” Hugo remarked thoughtfully. “I have to make him some days. Some days he has projects he has to work on, so I play on his tablet painting clothes until he can play piano with me.”

Luka and Adrien blinked down at their son.

“He lets you play with the tablet? He never let me play with the tablet,” Adrien pouted, giving Luka’s hand a squeeze. “Orpheus, I think my father loves my son more than me.”

Luka tried not to laugh too hard. “It’s okay, P5. Don’t get a complex. I love you.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Hugo chimed in.

“Mmmm,” agreed Emma.

Nuzzles and kisses were passed all around.

Then Hugo thought of something. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that I paint clothes. Don’t tell Grandpa I told. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Adrien and Luka’s brows furrowed at that.

“What kind of surprise?” Adrien pressed. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell Grandpa you told.”

Hugo bit his lip. “…When I paint clothes, Grandpa tells me which ones are really good, and we save those ones to make into clothes patterns in real life like Maman does. Grandpa trusts money for the clothes that become real, and he said that when I’m older I can trade the trust to go to university or for a boat like Nanna’s Liberty or a bicycle or a whole lot of ice cream or the newest Zelda game or whatever I want.”

Adrien got the feeling that Hugo had verified this list with Gabriel, item by item.

“That’s…really generous of him,” Luka replied, a little stunned. “Very…thoughtful.”

“But Grandpa said it should be a surprise because it was too much like working and you wouldn’t like me working.” Hugo looked back and forth between his parents. “But I like painting clothes. I don’t have to stop, do I?”

“No,” Adrien assured, reaching out to stroke his son’s face. “You can keep painting clothes as long as you want. I think I owe your grandpa a thank you, though. That really is nice of him to do that for you.”

Suddenly distracted, Hugo looked down at Emma. “Emmie’s feeling better.”

Plagg quirked an ear curiously. He hadn’t felt any change in Emma’s status, pressed up against her as he was, but he experimentally phased through Emma anyway. “She is cooling down,” he confirmed. “Still a little hot, but definitely better.”

“Thank God,” Adrien breathed as Luka sighed in relief.

Hugo turned back to the piano and began to play the Snowdin Town theme from Undertale.

Luka snickered, leaning in to nip Adrien’s ear. “He’s your son all right.”

Adrien nipped back, getting Luka’s cheek. “He’s inherited my good taste in video games. You should be grateful. I mean, he’s biologically Marinette’s son. You dodged a bullet.”

“Papá, play the bottom hand,” Hugo instructed. “My hands are too little to do the chords one-handed.”

“On it,” Luka assured as Adrien held in a laugh. He teased Luka with his eyes instead.

Luka made faces back at Adrien as Hugo played contentedly and much more consistently than with the Mozart.

“We’re doing Scarlet Forest from Delatrune next,” Hugo announced, and Luka was happy to comply.

Emma hummed dreamily along.

When they’d finished, Hugo looked up and back and forth between his parents. “Now you two. Play Field of Hopes and Dreams from Deltarune. Daddy, you be on top. Papá, you take bottom.”

Luka clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.

Adrien just grinned. “I mean…what else is new?”

Luka flicked Adrien’s cheek without malice. “You say that like we never switch.”

Adrien shrugged. “I just know your preferences.”

“Piano,” Emma whined, losing patience with her fathers.

Luka shook his head and counted them in, covering the bottom line with his left hand while Adrien took the top with his right. It was a little difficult with both children in the way, and sometimes their hands almost overlapped in the quick note turnover, but they managed and stayed more or less in sync.

As the last chord rang out and dissipated into the air, applause sounded from the entranceway.

Luka, Adrien, Hugo, and Nooroo turned as one to find Marinette watching them.

“Maman!” Hugo called out, hopping down from Luka’s lap to go to his mother.

Mélodie wisely moved her tail out of the way with a little whine of indignation.

“Mama!” Emma echoed, beginning to fidget.

“Just a sec and I’ll let you out, Love,” Adrien promised, standing and undoing the sling so that he could hand off the wiggling Emma to her mother.

Marinette tussled Hugo’s hair as he wrapped his arms around her legs. “What are you still doing up, Caterpillar?” she hummed, smiling down lovingly at her child.

“I was worried about Emmie, so I couldn’t sleep,” Hugo explained, squeezing Marinette’s knees to his chest. “Papá and Daddy and I were playing piano for her.”

“You’re such a good big brother,” Marinette chuckled before turning carefully to take Emma from Adrien. “And how’s my baby girl?” she cooed, nuzzling Emma and giving her a kiss.

“Better,” Luka supplied, coming up behind Adrien and wrapping his arms around him, pulling Adrien back against himself and giving Adrien’s neck a kiss. “She’s still feverish, but I think it’s going down. One of Gabriel’s doctors is on his way to get her checked out, though.”

“Probably for the best.” Marinette nodded, bouncing Emma gently and making soothing clicking sounds with her tongue.

“Do I get a welcome home kiss, or am I old news nowadays?” Adrien pouted, leaning back against Luka, placing his arms on top of his husband’s.

Tikki flew up and deposited a kiss on the tip of Adrien’s nose. “Welcome home, Adrien!”

Luka snickered into Adrien’s neck, the vibrations tickling.

Adrien laughed. “Thanks, Tikki. It’s good to be appreciated.”

Marinette smiled, but it was her ‘smug Ladybug’ smirk. “You’ve got one of the hottest guys in the country literally hanging off of you, and you want my attention too?”

“I’m greedy.” Adrien shrugged, turning his head to lick Luka’s cheek.

“You’re needy,” Marinette corrected, shifting Emma onto her hip so that she could have a hand free to pet Hugo’s hair, mindful of the kwami still perched there.

“You married me, Milady,” Adrien tossed back.

Marinette shook her head. “Not legally, Chaton. Legally, you’re Luka’s problem.”

“Be nice to my husband, Chanson,” Luka chuckled. “He’s perfect.”

“Isn’t he, though?” Marinette stepped in, careful of Hugo, to press her lips to Adrien’s. She pulled back so that their noses brushed. “Welcome home, Adrien.”

“Good to be home, Princess,” Adrien purred, perfectly content to be sandwiched between the two people he loved most with the children their love had made.

“…but I think you need to take your husband back up to bed,” Adrien added gently. “He’s got a concert tomorrow night, and you’re still sick, so you could both use the sleep. Only one of us needs to stay up with Emmie to wait for the doctor.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” Hugo pouted, sounding like a tiny Adrien replica. “I want to make sure Emmie’s okay.”

“She’s going to be fine, Buddy,” Luka assured, reluctantly letting go of Adrien to scoop up their son. “Why don’t I go tuck you in?”

Hugo gave Luka the ‘petulant Adrien frowny face’.

“Or not,” Luka conceded defeat. He’d never been much good up against the full-sized version of the ‘petulant Adrien frowny face’, and the miniature version wasn’t any easier an opponent.

“How about we all pile onto the couch and wait together?” Marinette suggested, leading the way with Emma.

Adrien, Luka carrying Hugo, the kwamis, and Mélodie all fell into step behind her. Marinette tucked her feet under herself as she sat on the near end of the couch with Emma reclining against her. Mélodie curled up on the floor in front of Marinette, and Tikki landed on Emma’s head. Plagg snuggled up next to Tikki, and Adrien curled up with Marinette. Luka threw an arm around Adrien as he sat on the far end of the sofa, hip to hip with Adrien and with Hugo on his lap, Nooroo on Hugo’s head. All together, they made a snug bunch.

“So,” Adrien hummed once they were all situated. “…Luka tells me that you ate my tofu, Buginette? Care to explain yourself?”

“Adrien,” Luka scolded. It wasn’t very effective, as he was smiling widely at the time.

Marinette blushed and returned her husbands’ grins. “I haven’t taken a test yet, but…it’s highly possible that our family might be getting bigger in the near future.”

Adrien could barely contain his squeal of glee as he leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on the side of Marinette’s head and then turned to do the same to Luka.

Hugo looked back and forth between his parents. “Are we finally getting a hamster?”

Marinette laughed like the starlight-like notes of the upper register of the piano. “No, Sweetie. Maybe someday…but I was talking about a baby.”

“Baby?” Hugo scrunched up his nose.

“Mmhm. How would you like a new little brother or sister?” Marinette proposed.

Hugo’s expression turned troubled. “But I like Emmie! I don’t want a different sister. Is this because she got sick?”

Adrien clapped a hand firmly over his mouth.

Marinette grimaced. “Oh…no, Sweetie.”

Luka gave Hugo a squeeze. “Buddy, Emmie’s not going anywhere. We meant that we’re going to have a new baby in addition to Emmie.”

“I get to keep Emmie?” Hugo verified, a hint of terror still in his voice.

“Yes,” Luka stressed. “And you’ll get a new little sibling too.”

Hugo pursed his lips and thought about this. “…Okay. That would be okay. …Could we get one with hair like Daddy and eyes like Auntie Juleka and skin like Uncle Nino? Can you order one like that?”

“Do we tell him about designer babies?” Adrien chuckled.

Marinette smacked his arm. “No, Sweetie. You don’t order babies. You grow them. They’re like flowers.”

“So can’t we just buy seeds for a baby with yellow hair and orange eyes and tan skin?” Hugo reasoned, looking up at Luka.

Luka and Marinette grimaced in unison.

Adrien took a stab at answering the question. “Unfortunately, we only have seeds on hand for babies with blue or green eyes and black hair. Maybe brownish hair if the genes mix right. Your new little sibling is going to look a lot like you and Emmie. If not, your mother will have some explaining to do.”

Marinette pinched Adrien’s nose hard.

“Ow!” Adrien whined. “It was a joke. I was joking, Milady. Luka, save me!”

“You’re on your own, P5,” Luka snickered.

“Mama, no hurt Daddy,” Emma whimpered, reaching for Marinette’s arm.

Marinette let go of Adrien and beamed down at her daughter. “Oh, Baby, I wasn’t really hurting him.”

Adrien leaned in to nuzzle Marinette’s ear affectionately. “We were just playing. We love each other, right, Princess?”

“Mmhm,” Marinette agreed, turning to catch Adrien’s lips. As they pulled away, Marinette gave Adrien another ‘smug Ladybug’ smirk. “But I like Luka better.”

Adrien stuck out his tongue. “What a crazy coincidence. I do too.” He turned to wrap his arms around Luka, tucking his head under Luka’s chin. “Mine.”

Hugo reached out, putting his hand on Adrien’s face. “You’re silly, Daddy.”

“I’m theatrical,” Adrien corrected patiently. “That’s why I’m so good at my job.”

“I’m good at playing pretend too,” Hugo boasted, grinning broadly. “…How old do you have to be before they give you money to watch you play pretend?”

“I had my first acting role when I was a couple months old,” Adrien recounted, reaching out to stroke Hugo’s hair. “My mom, your Grandma Émilie, was an actor like I am. I used to be in plays and musicals with her when I was little. There are roles for children of all ages, but…I think maybe you should wait until you’re a little older.” Adrien snuck glances at Marinette and Luka who both nodded.

“How old?” Hugo pressed.

Adrien bit his lip. “Hmmm…a few years older? The Parental Council will discuss and let you know. If you’re still interested when you’re a little older, maybe we can sign you up for a class or a summer camp or something. I don’t know. I don’t know if I want you jumping into the bigtimes right away like I did. Being famous is no good for a kid. I know you’re already kind of there just with your family, but…I don’t want that for you, Hugo. Okay?”

Hugo frowned and opened his mouth to ask a question, but he was blindsided by an enormous yawn. “Okay,” he replied sleepily, starting to rub at his eyes.

“Why don’t you sleep for a bit?” Luka suggested. “We’ll wake you up when the doctor gets here.”

Hugo blinked slowly at his father. “No, you won’t,” he moped but set his head down on Luka’s left shoulder anyway, closing his eyes. “Daddy, wake me up, please.”

“Will—” Adrien was cut off by a yawn of his own. “—Sorry. Will do.”

Marinette and Luka snickered at Adrien’s expense.

“Tired, Chaton?”

“You can close your eyes for a bit too, Angel,” Luka tempted with a smirk.

Adrien nuzzled Luka’s neck. “I’m not falling for your clever scheme. I’m staying awake with Emmie. You should head up to bed.”

Luka turned his smirk on Marinette. “He’ll be asleep in less than five minutes.”

Adrien bit his husband.

Luka chuckled sibilantly. “I love you.”

“…of ya…too,” Adrien replied disjointed, his breath starting to even out. His eyelids fluttered open several times as he fought off inevitable slumber, but he eventually succumbed to sleep.

Marinette smiled at Luka. “You know, if you wanted to close your eyes for a few minutes…”

Luka rolled his eyes. “Love you too, Chanson.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she assured, reaching out past Adrien to fiddle with a strand of Luka’s hair.

He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her wrist. “I know.”

[prosebushpatch]

Here’s a miraculous Ladybug theory because I overthink this show waaaay too much but spoilers for up to Season Two!

What if Natalie Sancoeur is Duusu, the peacock kwami? This is a reach but stick with me.

First I’m pulling from a lot of discussion around Natalie and how her name ends in “lie” which is also what Emelie’s name ends in. In French, “lie” means “linked” so already Natalie and Emelie are connected. Natalie’s last name, “Sancoeur” can be translated to “Without heart.” Duusu comes from a word that means “soul.” (Also Emelie means “rival” in case anyone was curious but I’ll refrain from touching on that at the moment).

Now, Heart and Soul could be the same thing depending on who you ask but I wonder if we can consider them separate in this. Natalie is mostly un-emotive throughout the show save for a few small moments where she seems to genuinely sympathize with Adrien or when she’s visibly pining over Gabriel. This can easily be where her last name comes into play but what if there’s more than that? What if Natalie has been separated from her heart? What if Emelie is her heart?

All we know about Emelie is that she is in a magical coma because the peacock miraculous is damaged. We have no idea what that entails yet but what if the damage caused her to split? Emelie still has her heart, her emotions, and Natalie is Emelie’s soul. That’s why they’re linked. It’s a kingdom hearts nobody vs heartless shenanigan but it’s a possible shenanigan nonetheless. If Natalie is the soul that explains why she can walk and talk and be conscious and if Emelie is the heart then that explains why Natalie is heartless and lacks some emotion.

Now, I get it. I opened this with talking about Natalie being Duusu and here I am saying she’s Emelie. What if she’s both?

Cannonly, in the show, we have never seen Duusu. Even though Natalie has transformed into Mayura, we have never seen Duusu. Granted, it took awhile to see Nooru with Gabe (end of season one I think) but there’s not much of a point to hide Duusu since we’re so far into the seasons. Also, once Natalie turns back she’s still wearing the miraculous when Gabe finds her but Duusu is nowhere to be seen. Unless Natalie already fed and let Duusu rest in her pocket or something before Gabe reached her (which seems unlikely considering how sickly Natalie was after using the miraculous), then Duusu should have been hovering around Natalie (or passed out in Natalie’s hand if she’s sick).

Further evidence suggests that Duusu the kwami is missing. When Plagg and Adrien find the book behind Emelie’s portrait, Plagg grabs the book but ignores the peacock miraculous. The creators have mentioned that the miraculous was actually a fake made by Gabe for a fashion line when the whole color pallet of the miraculous was seemingly changed, but honestly, that’s a horrid stretch and Astruc has mentioned that he’s lied in the past the cover up spoilers so I opt to ignore that. Plagg ignores the peacock miraculous which is strange because it seems the kwamis should be able to sense each other. Wayzz has been known to do that, but maybe Tikki and Plagg lack that ability as they never sensed eachother in school before. Yet, Plagg should still recognize the Peacock miraculous when he sees it. Because he doesn’t, could that indicate that the miraculous was missing what makes it a miraculous? Plagg didn’t recognize it because Duusu was not connected to it.

Imagine, the last time Emelie was conscious, was when she was transformed. I don’t know what damaged the miraculous or how but what if when she released the transformation and Duusu separated from Emelie, Duusu accidentally took Emelie’s soul? Emelie fell into a deep sleep and Duusu (potentially losing her memories or retaining some of her memories of Emelie being her close friend but not remembering being a kwami) woke up as Natalie. Gabe witnesses all of this and takes care of Natalie. Offers her a job and Natalie accepts. Natalie, being part Emelie, falls in love with Gabe and loves Adrien as her own son but she’s a soul without a heart and also a kwami so maybe the whole expressing herself comes up short sometimes.

And I know it’s a stretch, but consider Natalie’s design.

Natalie has a red streak in her hair. Yes, everyone who gets a miraculous tends to have a color pallet that matches it somehow. Yes, once transformed, hair color can change, like with Rena Rouge. But the mild manner alter-ego characters who have had miraculouses so far do not have unnatural colors. It seems a little extra for Natalie to have the red streak. Especially since the red streak in general seemed a little too expressive for Natalie’s character overall. But if this is still a little too mild to be a plot changer, let’s consider Mayura’s design.

Natalie as Mayura changes her skin color to a dark blue. When miraculous holders change they do not change skin color. It’s been speculated that the change in skin tone came from Natalie being akumatized as Catalyst at the time and akumatized forms do have the option of changing skin tone BUT this hinges on whether or not Mayura remains blue in the future or not. I’m hard-pressed to believe they would introduce what’s supposed to be a new villain as a different design than what she will be. So, if Mayura is blue in the future, consider how Plagg has confirmed that the superhero outfits are what the holders want deep down. Mayura is blue like Duusu. Mayura looks a lot like Duusu as a human instead of Natalie as a peacock. Mayura looks like Duusu because deep down, Natalie is Duusu. And Duusu is Emelie’s kwami--potentially cherished friend--who holds a piece of Emelie’s soul.

Well, that’s my two cents at least. Thanks for coming to my ted talk I’m going to bed.

[bookdragonlibrary]

Fourth Friday YJ appreciation

1-3 ; 4-6 ; 7-9 ; 10-13 ; 14-16 ; 17 ; 18 ; 19 ; 20 ; 21 ; 22 ; 23 ; 24-26

—————————— Exceptional Human Beings

- Is this... Batman works with Oracle. It’s the same tech than Nightwing! 

- Yes! These is Katana and Metamorpho! I already love Metamorpho facial expressions! The scene from the trailer! Santa Prisca, Bane’s island! They’re so efficient! (Yeah, I have in mind the first time of the Team on the Island...) 

- Is it thanks to Jade’s intel? So they will save Tara? :D

- Victor Stone? So this is Dr Silas Stone! I saw the movie, I know Dr Stone wont have time to go... Oh! The Reach tech is back!

- And it’s Steel or John Irons. (Why every person choosing a English name comes with John?)

- Did... did Metamorpho just turn himself into a fart? Seriously? Katana in the background and the indignated face of Metamorpho xD

- Sex implied, definitely mature content... Is it really the time to talk about Dick? You know what I mean... Wait, was that a joke? Like a subtext joke? 

- Training Time! Forager’s sounds are so funny! 

- Violet fell because she was blushing and Brion uses his powers because he was blushing. They’re cute! :3 

- Nightwing definitely knows Batman is on Santa Prisca already and knows Brion will likely get himself killed with his actual combat skills...

- Deathstroke in the place. Oh she’s Cassandra, Savage’s daughter (yeah a lot of Cassandra this season!) 

- She knows Tara! Now she’s is used by Granny Goodness... And Cassandra seems to... like her? She is a different character than Scandal (who is lesbian) right? Because I don’t want our first rep to be a pedophilic rapist, thank you very much... We already had Slade for that in Judas Contract... 

- “I have observed that.” Definitely thinking about her sister Olympia :(

-  Victor’s team! “I would ask Wonder Woman out!” “Me Black Canary” *Vctor rolls his eyes* Are we wasting screentime for straight idiots? (and I mean it in both ways) Just a question: do you think Victor could be gay with his reactions to the “straights comments”?

- “Cisco, a superhero?!” Well, Francisco Ramon will be a superhero one day (but I don’t know his powers yet.) Don’t worry my dear, a lot of people love Zatanna! He’s a Spanish speaker, from where? 

- Victor don’t appreciate the bullying but not interfere :( But he’s so above their shit! 

- Boo-yah is back! I can’t believe they also gave this easter egg! 

- Batman or how burn someone with only words! xD

- “I always hated that name too!” Why don’t you change for you mother name, Arty? :( 

- Violet Harper, I love how the writers connect the dots between the comics and what happens on the show! 

- JADE! I love how she’s smiling, like she considerates it. We know she would love that. Why could hold her back? How could she think they don’t need her? Because of her father? Football... er I mean soccer is just a lame excuse! She’s crying! She definitely loves them! :’(

- Katana VS Lady Shiva! OMG Katana also uses a wakizashi (a short saber) with her katana like a samouraï :o 

- “Bulletproof. That’s annoying” We already know that line but still funny xD So Metamorpho isn’t fireproof? That’s his true form! 

- Oracle time! 

- “No, no my guns!” Seriously Bane? Metamorpho just blows them a kiss xD

- Booyah! Someone is still using the goggles... Poor Vic :( “I see great things in your future” while showing a FatherBox. I don’t like it... I know the story but still don’t like it...

- Brucely! (Or Bruce Lee?) Such a good boy!

By the way, Katana never talks. She took a vow of silence after her sensei dies.

—————————— Another Freak 

- First, I don’t like the title. I dislike even more the wiring from the Reach tech... 

- There’s a bad father/son relationship (I mean with fights) each season, isn’t there? “Scene/seen. Now you’re boying me?” I love the dialogue! I know I could hate the wiring... The “dad” at the end broke my heart :’(

- “But Brion Markov’s attitude will soon change! :D” Forager knows what’s going on between those two. Forager is a Haloforce shipper! Human Forager is so cute!! “Be careful on the boys! They only have one thing on their mind!” “What one thing?” *embarassed Brion* “If we arrive with the councelor and the principal, all the other kids will love us!” My poor summer child... “No flying at school!” xD

- After gory Halo, here’s gory Victor :( And here comes the Fatherbox so bad news?

- “I’m so happy to be here it makes me sick” Violet is still dealing with human emotions. Stay whelmed! Or could it be the Fatherbox? 

- Is that Terra with blue hair?? And... freckles? (she has the same character design that in the animated movie) Oh she’s Harper Row. My bad. The whole conversation was hilarious and cute!

- Victor’s still alive!

- Of course, access denied. Nightwing knows he would do it. He did it as Robin first! And of course Nightwing appears! And now they’re fighting...but with it Brion could speak his heart out.

- “How they could know us if they don’t interact with us?” I know Forager. Most human are most judgmental at first sight... 

- “Are Violet and Fred freaks?” Oh no sweetie don’t think that :( “But Fred must look like a freak...” He refers to his human form. It’s logical. Would you feel like yourself in an alien form? “Freak is cool.” Exactly! “Two hands only” xD

- Victor is freaking out. Naturally. So... he goes... violet when the fatherbox takes control? Like he calls to be heal.  So the violet color has a reverse meaning for a fatherbow than for a motherbox, logical as they are the two faces of the same coin.

- Harper is so sweet! 

- Whoa new aura: indigo (between blue and violet). So we still don’t know what blue aura does (and black aura, but I’m not sure it exists). What does it do? She opened a Boom tube? 

- “I’m not an abomination. I’m a freak.” That’s the spirit. That’s my girl! 

- Pleasedon’tmurderhalo! pleasedon’tmurderhalo! Yes! She’s okay! 

- She’s healing him! Poor Vic, he’s so confused. “My work here is done.” Violet is so cute! 

- Silas trying to find a common thing with Vic is sweet but yeah.. Vic would feel like a rat lab, ask Ed. “Can I go with you?” His voice was so heartbreaking :( Victor prefers to leave to not hurt his father again :( Yeah he’s angry, it’s understanding. At least, he’s alive right? 

- Kind of ironic they boomed tube in a football field...

- Brion is finally moving forward! :D 

- Lobo’s finger begins to morph. Slobo on the way!

—————————— Nightmare Monkeys

- Tork from Mars, seriously? xD M’Comm should be so pissed... 

Was that the Wilhelm scream? 

- “I have practice” My heart :( 

- it’s Paul who played Conner in Hello Megan! What time had done to you? Gar’s look when they talked about Marie :( Paul is his godfather! And Rita his godmother. Steven is his stepfather? That means he was with Rita, right? He’s Mento? “Thanks God.” I think they both don’t like the situation but still try to play their part... 

- I don’t know if this seashell alien is real or just a costume...

- We were right! Halo IS a Motherbox! What happen to the script? Now we can predict things :( She’s... the reincarnation of the dead Motherbox Doctor X and Psimon studied. So Queen Bee works with Vertigo, since Psimon works for Quee Bee. So Gabrielle Daou consciousness died, murdered by Bedlam’s minions and the Motherbox soul regenerates/resurected in her body because she needed a vessel. But Violet still has some of Gabrielle’s memories via the brain, but maybe not her thoughts or emotions?

- I love the Emerald Crown teasing! Was Gar talking about his mother(s) when he said queen? That needle doesn’t seem good...

- “And now he tells you to be patient...” xD 

Sphere, stay whelmed! And... the Fatherbow is awake again... And... Conner is shirtless again... Halo has clearly no idea what she’s doing. So cute she calms Sphere down :)

- So that doesn”t sound good... Encino, what/where that could be? 

- “He’s dead, Tom.” What that the voice of... WALLY??? And all the dead heroes in the grotto... I mean Watchtower garden.

- Great! Supermartian know how to communicate now :) “Alone time” Weren’t you have a “intimate” time in a bathroom two episodes ago? “Date night/Secret base” Yeah Wolf me too. They got the communication, not the understanding...

- “The Reach... I mean the Klamulons” seriously? 

- Tula, Ted Kord, Jason, was that the chronological order? I thought Ted was the last one. That’s why in season Tim went to Jason’s hologramme. Ted Kord died during the Summer break and they were in February. So Tim was a really young Robin! 

- Wally speaks to casually about their death. “Who’s next? Guess it’s me.” Does that mean he’s not dead yet? But could soon be? Wally’s death scene reminds me how good the previous style was... RIP too! “Cancel the show already?” I heard the 4th wall break down.

- DOOM PATROL GO! WHAT’S THE HECK?The 4th wall is collapsing in a firy explosion. 

- Garfield also collapsed. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 

Rita Aka Elasticgirl with Starfire’s voice. Chief with Robin’s voice. Robotman with Cyborg’s voice (more like Cyborg’s father xD), Negative Woman with Raven’s voice. 

- Steve Dayton is indeed Rita’s husband; So Rita adopted Garfield when Marie died? She did! 

- “Sorry your mom(s?) died!” The song. “Just say goodbye to your second mom!” Rita and Marie were together? Was Rita bi/pan? “Let’s die!” 

- Of course M’gann save the day, back with her season 1 appearance. The whole Mento’s speech is how Gar sees the situation right? Not the truth right? “I was 14.” Wait, all of this (except Marie’s death) only happen last year? 

- M’gann is there to save her brother!

“Sure you’re even born yet?” This joke could also work with Bart. Man, if Bart was in that episode... 

- “Queen Bee wants her honey back!” That was a lesbian joke right? The first rep of this season would be Queen Bee? Being Bi? (Why in English bi is pronounced like by and not bee? Do you see the missed joke here?) 

- “Let’s watch the episode you were in.” Season 2. The pieces of the 4th wall break again. 

- “Shut it down.” “I can’t hear a heartbeat.” He meant the channel, not the heart, Wally. Wait, was it a death wish because Gar can’t handle with all the mourning happening in a few minutes? 

- Reminder: Beast Boy’s metagene was activated by Martian transfusion and a bite from a green monkey. 

- Mass conservation? Is it a clue for Wally’s return? Like his mass was conserved somewhere when he was desintegrated? A place where he can save Garfield from the Goggles? How can Gar remember Wally’s death if he wasn’t even there?! But he appears as the green monkey to show a parallel? Between the monkey and blood transfusion saving him and Wally saving him now? 

- Come back as a hero my boy! 

- “Are you real or is this all in my head?” Ask Dumbledore, kid.

- M’gann is in the place! White but with a green aura. 

- Yes, I think it was a distraction to cope with all the trauma. 

- “Ready to get back to reality. Ready to get back to the life.” hero life? It was both litteral and metaphorical. 

- Perdita who don’t understand the Team’s slang :) Gar, did you teach anything to her? 

- Garfield finally understand that Gretchen is a bad guy. But it feels off as we already know it. The Evolution episode should have happen after this I think? 

- Emerald Crown is so cute! Their kiss was ok, but why M’gann are you doing the same in front of your brother?

- Haloforce kiss! After we finally understand who Violet is! But I would like to see the moment which brings to the kiss :(

- Sphere!

- Of course Wally won’t come back until part b or even the end of the season, will he?

—————————— True Heroes

- It’s Halloween! Halo and Forager are adorable as usual. 

- Poor Vic :( Halloween cancel and Violet can’t come :( Forager drives bioship xD (Such a weird sentence...) 

- Tara is 15, same age than Bart and Gar.

- Dr Jace had a little girl. who was taken from her. Was she meta? It’s thay why she started to work with Bedlam? To have intel to find her? Or did Bedlam blackmail her to make her work for him? That’s why she’s is so overprotecting with the kids? 

- “You’re be my little girl for tonight.” That sounds creepy, right? 

- “I know I said pretend I’m not here but I’m.” Yeah, Dr Jace, maybe not the best way to explain where the teenager hormones lead to... 

- “Vulnerable” weaks the Fatherbox up. Great. And it’s because she is vulnerable, Dr Jace tries to be closer?

- Cameron (Icycle Jr) and the Terror Twins grew up so much... And not in a good way. I miss the Twins’ design in season 1. They get uglier each season, bad guy cliche. But Tommy could be the Bad Blue Beetle from Bart’s future, they have quite the same morphology and Queen Bee sold Chimmer to the Reach, why not him too? 

- Holocaust?

- Wolf attacking the Fatherrbox. 

Dr Jace just took a violet ray and if they’re like Halo’s yellow one she should be badly injured... Not just inconscious. 

- Emotions turn off Halo’s powers? They just activated them! 

- Earth VS FIre. Terra lost :( 

- Stay Whelmed, Brion! 

- Psimon out! Wait, did just Devastation called him baby? 

- Tara is free!

- And Holocaust is with a Queen Bee’s minions. 

- Family reunion!

- YJ is now a scary movie. Maybe it’s just panic which shut down Halo’s powers? Fight Vic! “The problem is I had too much.” So it was panic. Now save him!

- Yeah, go save the other kids! 

- The conversation between Junior and SB is so chill (no pun intended) and funny. “She was my girl.” “But I was into her.” Dudes, it’s not a competition or a race, just let the girl decide maybe? 

- “Maybe that means there’s hope for me too!” Redeem arc foreshadowing? 

- “Ow.” Junior plays dead. 

- Can we appreciate SB’s combat style? 

- Princess speech! 

- The Black girl speaks French? Who they could be? Anita?

- League and Team squads were successful” I wish we could have seen them :( 

- Dr Jace activated Tara’s metagene on the blackmailing to kill her :o 

- Princess speech! :D 

- Violet cry of joy is so cute! :) 

- “M’gann’s gonna kill me.” xD 

- Wait, why is Dr Jace taking Violet’s, hair? 

- “They’re ready for the Team!” We’re gonna go our children back! But maybe give Tara some rest?

- “I’m in.” So we go for the Judas Contract storyline? Or that is a mislead?

- Wolf in the Bioship!

5 months to wait now :( 

[bamby0304]

Bamby Reacts- SPN 14x07

And we’re back!!

NICK!! Interesting…

He’s still killin’ people, huh??

Yep.

Cas looking over his son is giving me all kinds of warm and fuzzies.

JACK IS ON THE FLOOR AGAIN D:

Shit… they went to the hospital??

The talk with the nurse at the front desk is slightly comical in such an intense moment.

Look at the three of them worrying about him… I’m going to cry!!

Yeah, look, Nick… I really don’t care about you right now. Let’s just get back to Jack before my laptop runs out of battery… the power is out, I can’t afford to waste time here.

This chick with Nick is gonna die. He’s gonna kill her. I can feel it!!

And we’re back to Jack!!

The tests are coming back negative because what’s happening to him isn’t normal. It’s not a human thing. It’s a supernatural thing, and they need supernatural help.

So… are they gonna break Jack out of hospital??

Nt exactly the ‘jail break’ I imagined, but it did the trick.

ROWENA!!

She thinks Dean is sick?? Why??

Ohhh!! Right!! ‘Cause there’s no way in hell she’ll help the spawn of Satan himself, without being tricked into it.

Called it.

Wow… she really doesn’t want to help him…

Jack is so adorable, talkin’ to her.

They raised him well :)

SHE’S HELPING HIM!!

That look on her face does not instil good feelings. Something bad is happening to Jack…

POWER IS BACK ON!! NICK CAN WASTE ALL MY TIME, NOW!!

… Jack… is gonna… die??

What’s happening to Dean?? Baby??

Yep. Back to Nick.

He’s gonna kill this chick…

Wait… wait… he’s telling her to go!! And she’s gone!! He did it!! He saved her from himself!!

Jack is going to Vegas… he is just too much!!

You’re gonna make me cry, kid…

Everyone else is going to do everything to save Jack… Dean is going to give him what he wants… a chance to actually live, even if it’s not for very long. I love him.

Sam, whatever ‘sharman’ Ketch pulls out of his ass is not getting anywhere near my Jack. I don’t trust the Brit.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO DEAN?!?!

Dean is gonna tell the others where he’s taking Jack… I think that’s a good idea. I mean, there’s bad parts to the idea, obviously, and the consequences could be dire. But if there’s the slightest chance it might be worth it, I wouldn’t pass the opportunity to sneak the kid out for some actual fun.

He gave Jack the keys… he’s letting Jack drive… holy shit…

I wonder if Dean taught Sam how to drive??

“It’s like I’m you!” - he looks so ecstatic at that thought, it is just too adorable!!

Dean was pretty quick to dismiss the idea, but he was cute when he said it with the smile and everything.

And we’re back to the sad stuff with Sam and Cas…

CAS JUST CALLED JACK A SON!!

Nick again *sigh*

Damn Nick… you got some serious issues, dude…

They’re fishing!! Dean and Jack are fishing!!

Jack is killing me here, with all the sentimental stuff D:

What in the world is Cas driving??

I do not trust this ‘sharman’ Cas is about to visit.

And now he’s stuck in a ring of holy fire. Of course -.-

Gabriel’s grace… wow… Gabe… I miss him…

The guy doesn’t want money… he doesn’t know what he wants, which means he’ll ask for a favour. I know you need to save Jack, but at the expense of him?? Should Cas really risk trading with this dude??

“Tell the Winchesters they owe me.” - well fuck.

Nick: Punch. Stab. Move on. Punch. Stab. MOVE ON!!

Dude… don’t kill the cop. He didn’t kill your family, he was possessed. The demon did it!!

Fuck. He’s still gonna kill him.

Fuck!!

Dude!! Nick!! What the fuck?!?!

Did they do it?? Did they save Jack??

HE’S ALIVE!! HIS EYES!! HE’S ALIVE!!

No!! No!! What’s wrong with him now?? NO!!

Kill the fucker. Rip the head off the shaman and fry him. Feed him to the hellhounds. Melon ball an eye out and make him watch as you carve him up, piece by piece. Kill him.

Fuck off Nick. I’m too pissed for your whiny ass.

Is… is he praying to Lucifer??

Well… that can’t be good…

Don’t you dare say that Rowena!!

[padawanlost]

The links to your ‘legendary’ anakin playlist never work on mobile. Is it on Spotify or somewhere else?

Hey, youcan open on mobile because it’s a side page (https://padawanlost.tumblr.com/anakinskywalkerplaylist).You won’t find anywhere else, I was playing on creating a playlist on youtubefor easier access but I didn’t have the time yet :( But, if it help, copied thelist here so it should work on mobile now.

12 Stones - World So Cold

30 Seconds to Mars - Dangerous Night

30 Seconds To Mars - Hurricane 2.0

4th Point - Sick of It All

Adele - Hello

Adele - River Lea

Adele - Rolling In The Deep

Adele - Set Fire to the Rain

Adele - Skyfall

Adele - Someone Like You

Adele - When we were young

Aida - Written in the Stars

Alanis Morissette - Uninvited

Amaral - Sin ti no soy nada

Anya Marina - All the same to me

Anya Marina - Move You

Archive - The False Foundation

Arkells - Knocking At The Door

Avicii - Hey Brother

Avril Lavigne - I’m With You

Backstage Cast - Shot Me Down

Banners - Start a Riot

Bastille - Sleepsong

Bastille - The Draw

Bastille - Things We Lost in the Fire

Beth Crowle - Red

Björk - Hunter

Black Sabbath - War Pigs

Blink 182 - I Miss You

Bon Jovi- Santa Fe

brandi carlile - the story

Breaking Benjamin - Close To Heaven

Breaking Benjamin - Dear Agony

Brian Tyler - Lokasenna

Broods - Conscious

Carrie Underwood - I Just Can’t Live A Lie

Celldweller - Frozen

Celine Dion - My heart will go on

Celtic Woman - Amazing Grace

Chevelle - Red

Chihiro Onitsuka - This Silence is Mine

Christina Aguilera - Hurt

Clean Bandit - Rockabye

Clean Bandit - Stronger

Christina Aguilera - Say Something

Coldplay - Atlas

Coldplay -  a rush of blood to the head

Coldplay - Clocks

Coldplay - Fix You

Coldplay - Magic

Coldplay - Paradise

Coldplay - The Scientist

Coldplay - Yellow

Damien Dawn - Silent Scream

Daniel Knox - What Have They Done to You Now

Dar William - A God Descended

Dar Williams - The Ocean

Daughter - Human

Dean Martin .Ain’t That A Kick In The Head

Death Cab For Cutie - Black Sun

Depeche Mode - Wrong

Devour The Day - Good Man

Dido - Thank You

Dizzee Rascal- Bonkers

Drea - Justified

Ed Sheeran - Perfect

Ed Sheeran - supermarket flowers

Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros - Home

Elvis Presley -  I Can’t Help Falling Love

Elvis Presley - The Wonder of You

Emily Hearn - Volcano

Evanescence - Bring Me To Life

Evanescence - my immortal

Fall Out Boy - Bishops Knife Trick

Fall Out Boy - Centuries

Fall Out Boy - Champion

Fall Out Boy - Just One Yesterday

Fall Out Boy - Heaven’s Gate

Fall Out Boy - The Mighty Fall

Fink - Keep Falling

Five Finger Death Punch - Bad Company

Five Finger Death Punch - Battle Born

Five Finger Death Punch - Coming Down

Five Finger Death Punch - Remember Everything

Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong Side Of Heaven

Fleurie - Hurts Like Hell

Fleurie - Soldier

Flobots - Journey After (War Fatigues)

Florence and the Machine - Only if For A Night

Florence and the Machine - Rabbit Heart (Rise It UP)

Florence and the Machine - Seven Devils

Flyleaf - Fire, Fire

Foxes - Devil Side

Fun - Some nights

Gabrielle Aplin - Salvation

Gang Of Youths - Achilles Come Down

Generdyn Music - Let It Burn (feat RUTH)

Glen Hansard And Marketa Irglova - Falling Slowly

Grandson - Blood // Water

Grayscale - Forever Yours

Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia

Green Day -  Wake Me Up When September Ends

Hamilton - Dear Theodosia

Halsey - Angel on Fire

Halsey - Colors

Halsey - Control

Halsey - Devil in me

Halsey - Gasoline

Halsey - Ghost

Halsey - Haunting

Halsey - Hold me down

Halsey - Young God

Heavy Young Heathens - Being Evil Has a Price

HIM - Beyond Redemption

HIM - For You

HIM - Join me in death

HIM - The Sacrament

house of heroes - out my way

Hozier - Arsonist’s Lullabye

Icon For Hire - Up In Flames

Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am

Imagine Dragons - Battle Cry

Imagine Dragons - Believer

Imagine Dragons - Demons

Imagine Dragons - I Bet My Life

Imagine Dragons - Thief

InnerWish -  Needles In My Mind

Isabelle Boulay- Parle Moi

James Young - Infinity

Jaymes Young - I’ll Be Good

John Rzeznik - I’m Still Here

Johnny Cash - Hurt

jónsi - tornado

Joshua Radin - Let Our Sun Shine Down

Joshua Radin - They Bring Me to You

Juanes - Fotografia

K.Flay - Run For Your Life

Kamelot - Insomnia

Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son

Kelly Clarkson - Dark Side

kendrick lamar - DNA

Kendrick Lamar - PRIDE

Lana Del Rey -  Young and Beautiful

Lauren Aquilina - King

LemON - Napraw

Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah

Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit

Linkin Park - Burn It Down

Linkin Park - Castle of Glass

Linkin Park - Crawling

Linkin Park - Fallout

Linkin Park - Heavy

Linkin Park - In the end

Linkin Park - Iridescent

Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest

Linkin Park - New Divide

Linkin Park - Numb

Linkin Park - One More Light

Linkin Park - Somewhere I Belong

Linkin Park - The Catalyst

Linkin Park - Until It’s Gone

Linkin Park - Valentine’s Day

Linkin Park - Waiting For The End

Linkin Park - What I’ve Done

Lord Huron - the Night we Met

Lorde - Liability

Lorde - Yellow Flicker Beat

Loreena McKennitt - Dante’s Prayer

LP - Muddy Waters

Macklemore ft. Kesha - Good Old Days

Major Lazer - Be together

Manchester Orchestra - Simple Math

Marilyn Manson - Fated, Faithful, Fatal

Marina and the Diamonds - Fear and Loathing

Maroon 5 - Payphone

Maroon 5 - She W

ill Be LovedMaroon 5 - Sugar

Metallica - Unforgiven

Michael Patrick Kelly - ID

Michael Schulte - You Let Me Walk Alone

MIIA - Dynasty

Mikky Ekko - Time

Milk & bones - Natalie

Mumford and Sons - Broken Crown

Muse - Madness

Muse - Resistance

New Order - As It Is When It Was

NF - Let You Down

NF - Paralyzed

Nickelback - How You Remind Me

Nickelback - PhotographNickelback - Savin’ Me

Nikka Costa - Push & Pull

Nina- we are the wild ones

nothing more - go to war

O.A.R. - Peace

Of monsters and men - Organs

Of monsters and men - sinking man

Oh Child - The Lion

One Ok Rock - Taking of

Paramore - Decode

Paramore - The Only Exception

Patrick Swayze - She’s Like the Wind

Peter Gabriel - Heroes

Peter Gabriel - My Body Is A Cage

Phillip Phillips - Gone, Gone, Gone

Phillip Phillips - Midnight Sun

Pink Floyd - Learning to fly

Placebo - Running up that hill

Portishead - Wandering Star

Radical Face - The Gilded Hand

Radiohead - creep

Rag'n'Bone Man - Human

REM - Losing my religion

Red - Fight Inside

Red - Shadows

ride - paralysed

ride - ox4

Rihanna ft SZA- Consideration

Rise Against - Hero Of War

Roberta Flack - The First Time Ever I Saw your Face

Rod Stewart - Blondes Have More Fun

Rod Stewart - I don’t wanna talk about it

Ruelle - Bad Dream

Ruelle - Deep End

Ruelle - I Get To Love You

Ruelle - Monsters

Ruelle - Storm

Ruelle - The Other Side

Ruelle - Walk Through the Fire

Ruelle - War of Hearts

Sam Smith - lay me down

Sam Smith - Writing’s On The Wall

Santana - Into The Night

Seal - Kiss From A RoseSerg

e Lama - Je suis malade

Shinedown - Call Me

Sia - Alive

Simple Plan - astronaut

Simple Plan - Untitled

simple plan - welcome to my life

Skillet - Monster

Sleeping at Last - Already gone

Sleeping at Last - Neptune

Slipknot - Snuff

Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars

Sofi Tukker - Best Friend

Starset - My Demons

Sum41 - Pieces

Svrcina - Burning Heart

Svrcina - Lover Fighter

SYML - The War

SYML - Where’s My Love

SZA - All the stars

Tame Impala - I’m a man

Tamer -  Beautiful Crime

Taylor Swift - All too Well

Taylor Swift - I know places

Taylor Swift - King Of My Heart

Taylor Swift - Red

Taylor Swift - This Love

The All-American Rejects - Dirty Little Secret

The All-American Rejects - Move Along

The Beach Boys - God Only Knows

The Civil Wars - Devil’s Backbone

The Commodores - Easy

The Cure - treasure

The Dear Hunter - writing on the wall

The Editors - Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors

The Fray - How To Save A Life

The Fray - Over My Head

The Heights - Talk to an Angel

The Jonas Brothers - Burnin’ Up

The Jonas Brothers - Hold On

The Jonas Brothers - Paranoid

The Killers - The Rising Tide

The Kongos - (War) Come With Me Now

The Lumineers.- Ho hey

The Mountain Goats - Cry for Judas

The Neighbourhood - Afraid The Neigh

bourhood - Sweater Weather

The Neighbourhood - Wire

The Oh Hellos - The Truth is a Cave’

The Wanted - Demons

The Weeknd - Die For You

The Weeknd - Pray For Me

The Who - Behind Blue Eyes

ThouShaltNot - Trial By Fire

Three Days Grace - Tell Me Why

Throw Me Off The Bridge - From The Top

Throw Me Off The Bridge - Way Out

Tom McRea - You cut her hair

Tori Amos - Crucify

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car

Train - Drops of Jupiter

Twinbed - trouble im in

Welshly Arms - Legendary

Wicked - Defying Gravity

Winters Island - Ares

Within Temptation - A demon’s fate

Within Temptation - Destroyed

Within Temptation - Hand of Sorrow

woodkid - iron

woodkid - run boy run

Yellowcard - Only One

Zendaya & Zac Efron - Rewrite the stars

[kalinara]

So I've now made it through season 4 of the Walking Dead (and the first few episodes of season 5) with @copperfire, and I have lots of scattered observations and opinion.

The "can we come back from this" is a pretty heavy theme throughout the season.  Terminus says no.  But I think Team Family says yes.  Or yes with one major exception.

Characters like Michonne, Daryl, Glenn and Maggie would indicate that yes, they can.  Michonne is a breath of fresh air in season 4.  She's so warm and open.  She talks honestly about her losses with Carl (the Carl-Michonne dynamic is a thing of beauty).  She just seems so happy at the prison.  And then when she meets up with Rick and Carl again, she settles in so comfortably that it feels like she was never not there.

Tangentially: I will never understand anyone who says Richonne "came out of nowhere".  Because Michonne and Rick were pretty much acting like a couple from day one.  That razor was a fucking courtship gift.

It was also fun to see Daryl learning to interact with ugh, people.  Though I have learned from his excursion with Beth that he should never be trusted to make any kind of actual decision, because it will apparently end in booze and arson.  Those two needed a fucking adult.

And Glenn and Maggie are still the highlight.  I also liked Tara a lot, though I resented the Governor getting two whole episodes, when I really just wanted to see our Prison folk get a chance to be happy before the Governor destroyed everything.

I might have shouted at the screen when the tank smashed Rick's farm.  I'm not proud of that.

And then there's Carol who pretty much embodies the "can we come back from this" question.  She broke pretty hard somewhere along the way, to the point where she's willing to murder innocent people to protect the group as a whole.  But she did come back from that, earning Tyreese's forgiveness and being able to be the cavalry to save the group at the end.

I don't really know how I feel about Rick exiling her to begin with.  I remember seeing someone call it hypocritical, because other members of the team had done worse.  But honestly, I'm not sure who had done worse at that point.  There's a difference between not helping someone (i.e. the hitchhiker in season 3) and murdering two people in cold blood.

I don't feel like exiling Carol was the right option, because I think she needed help, but I also think there was no way she could have gotten that help at the prison.  I think maybe it was the best option Rick had at the time though.  At that time, Carol was so far gone that she didn't even seem to see a problem with what she'd done.  And that's pretty scary.

I think maybe that's the point of Lizzie, the girl who thought the zombies were humans and killed her sister to prove it.  Lizzie wasn't evil, just sick, but there wasn't any way to help her when she couldn't even comprehend what she'd done wrong.  But thankfully Carol wasn't as far gone as Lizzie, and it was clear that by Season 4B at least, Carol did come to regret her choice and came back from it.

Carl's arc in season 4 hits the theme too.  When he shot that kid in season 3, he also seemed like he was pretty far gone.  His justifications were sad and kind of terrifying.  

But it's interesting how, after the whole Claimer incident, Carl says that he finally understands what his father was trying to do.  But that he worries he's a monster.  It's a sad little monologue, but in a way it's kind of uplifting too.  Because while Carl, like many others, seriously needs a counselor or therapist who can help him deal with this shit, he's now in a position where he can recognize and fight his darker impulses.

Carl, by the end of season 4/beginning of season 5, is a boy who will run to save a stranger calling for help.  And that's wonderful to see.  Whatever else you can say about Rick in season 4, he succeeded there.

Of course then there's Rick's own arc which is something else entirely.  It was a little alarming to see farmer Rick at the start of the season.  And honestly, I'm not sure that I think that he seemed in a much better place mentally than he was when he was actively hallucinating.  He seemed more based in reality at least, but the blithe farming in front of the zombies, burying the gun, needing to be talked into TAKING his gun when he goes outside...  Those were all pretty disturbing signs that all is not well.

He does however seem much happier when he's not in charge.  And I said this in my last post, but I really don't agree with the interpretations of Rick's character as a "natural leader" or someone who "has to be in charge."

I think early season 4 shows us the opposite.  Rick is someone who genuinely hates to lead.  He doesn't even unconsciously take the lead during the plague disaster like most former leader types.  It's only when he's put back into a position of authority, when they want him to look into Karen and David's death, that he ends up in a position to have to make a command decision again.  And he seems utterly miserable.

I also have a deep resentment for anyone who claims that Rick was "taking a break" during this time.  Because:

a)  Dude wasn't just loafing on his ass, he was trying to un-murderer his son!  That's a pretty fucking big job.

b)  Dude was growing food!  Food is important.  Humans can't live off squirrel and deer and expired canned goods forever.  They need actual vegetables!

c)  Dude had a fucking psychotic break.  He STILL looks like he's a stiff wind away from utter collapse.  (And somehow that bandage from when he fought Tyreese just makes him look even MORE fragile.)  Let him rest!

I realize c isn't really a counter argument, but fuck you.  If it were a break, he would have earned it.

But of course, Rick’s general equilibrium ended with the season finale, which caused a lot of very inappropriate laughter from me.  Just the juxtaposition of the entire Claimer confrontation, and the flashback where Hershel's like "what are you teaching your boy?!"

Apparently, Hershel, it's to bite people's throats out.  Oh god, that was the single greatest moment on the show for me.  That whole mess of a scene, the throat biting, the completely shocked and horrified stares, poor Carl's little FACE when it happened.  I haven't been this delighted with a tv show for so long.  HE BIT HIS THROAT OUT.

It is a fascinating turning point in Rick's character evolution though, because I honestly feel like Rick, after this point, isn't even HUMAN anymore.

He's not evil.  He's certainly not fucking Shane.  (That comparison annoys the shit out of me.  When he tries to rape someone or murders one of Team Family, then we can talk.)  But it seems pretty clear that Rick has broke from any idea of "going back".  His entire focus is on his family, on the group, their safety, their well-being.  He will do anything he has to to be sure of that.  (Shane might have talked big about this, but somehow we never saw him actually make any sacrifice or take on any personal inconvenience to make sure it happened.  I suppose, the closest direct comparison, is that Rick has now become the being that Shane CLAIMED he was.)

I joked about Rick being a feral cat in one of my tags in an earlier post, but I genuinely think that's where we are now.  I could practically SEE a tail lashing when Rick and Abraham were arguing over the bus.  He practically SNIFFED Father Gabriel when they met him.  I am honestly wondering if the stage direction for Andrew Lincoln in these episodes is "you are literally a cat."  Because he's selling it.  You know that sound an angry cat makes, that mmmrrr sort of growl that gets higher pitched as it goes?  I hear that every time Rick talks now.

At least he doesn't seem fragile anymore.  Feral and slightly rabid, sure, but not fragile.  Don’t fuck with his kittens.

I think that it's not a coincidence that Rick's own fall comes about after biting someone's throat out, and then we meet the Terminus residents who are so fanatic about "not going back" that they've transformed themselves into the ultimate predators.  On their own, the Terminus residents are a pretty cartoonish set of villains (though it was very satisfying to see Rick and Carol destroy them), but I think they're more intended as a set piece for Rick's season 5 arc.  The others came back, can he?  Can Rick find his humanity again?  Does he want to?

Poor Rick, he did succeed in saving his son's humanity in the end, but only at the cost of his own.  Still, I feel like that's a choice he would have happily made.  

But apparently Morgan is/will be back!  And he seems saner!  So maybe he can help Rick too!

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Being Human 6

A/n: slight smut. 

Link to Chapter 5 

Words: 5, 590

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC

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Dean sat with what was 3 shots of whiskey in front of him. Sam had gone off in search of a quiet place to look over stuff for an upcoming case. Cas meanwhile, sat dutifully at Dean’s side.

“It can’t keep going on Cas.”

“What can’t keep going on Dean?”

Cas asked looking genuinely confused. Dean took another sip of his drink before looking up.

“Gabriel and Andi’s constant making out and fucking all over the place. I get that they are together but I am sick of seeing them constantly connected at the lips. I walk into a room and there they are making out. Its no damn wonder that Andi didn’t get knocked up sooner.”

Cas frowned.

“Something tells me that Andi isn’t going to take this very well. Isn’t it normal for newlyweds to be rather….frisky?”

Dean looked like he could barf.

“They aren’t married Cas.”

Cas nodded.

“By angel standards they are. From what I gathered Andi can see his wings. That is a sign of a true soul mate.”

Dean put his head down.

“Son of a bitch now I will never get rid of that damn archangel.”

Cas looked at Dean a little suspiciously.

“Did you think that something was going to change especially with Andi being pregnant?”

Dean groaned before putting his head down on the bar.

“No. I was honestly hoping that I was going to wake up and this would all be a giant nightmare.”

The next morning Cas and Sam followed Dean back into the bunker. Dean had sobered up but was still in the mood from hell. Dean walked into the living room frowning seeing Gabriel and Andi sitting on the couch making out like no one else was in the room. Frowning Dean picked up a decorative pillow that Andi bought before sneaking up and whacking Gabriel as hard as he could in the back of the head.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

The archangel jumped up glaring at Dean looking like he was ready to smite the eldest Winchester. Dean glared right back.

“You two need to take that shit in your bedroom. I am sick of seeing it!”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Umm….get over it?”

Dean started at Gabriel but was stopped by Cas, who effortless put an arm around Dean’s waist holding him back.  Andi stood up adjusting her sweater. Her good feelings that she had received the previous night from Dean about the baby suddenly vanished.

“Dean we are kind of bonded now. You are going to have to get used to it. Gabriel isn’t going anywhere.”

Dean stalked off to the kitchen with mumbling under his breath before turning around.

“Married people don’t act like you two. All you two do is fuck or be kissing on each other….its gross!”

Andi put her hands on her hips ignoring Gabriel who quietly said her name.

“Well excuse me Mr. I have the emotional capacity of a rock. If I want to kiss him I will!”

Dean turned looking even more angry at his sister.

“I swear you and Sam make the worst decisions when it comes to significant others! You two just need to be single for the rest of your lives.”

Sam and Andi had the same identical scowls on their faces. Cas and Gabriel were busy looking at each other trying to silently decide what would be best to do. Gabriel finally stepped in.

“Okay can we all stop acting like a bunch of teenage girls?! Dean, Andi is pregnant. GET OVER IT! Andi, I think Dean is trying to take care of you in some weird twisted way that no one here likes. Sugar you need to calm down all of this drama isn’t good right now.”

Dean reached over grabbing his keys.

“I’m done with all of you. Good luck to you and the craziness.”

(4 years later…)

Dean stood outside of the bunker with a frown on his face. In the past four years he had been traveling around the country working cases solo. Around year 3 he started feeling guilty about not being there when his nephew was born. Was being so angry with Gabriel and Andi worth giving up his whole family?

Walking inside Dean was pleased to see that everything looked the same. At least Andi didn’t go on a decorating spree while he was away. Looking around the room Dean wondered where everyone was. A bunker full of people and this place was silent as the grave.  

It wasn’t until he heard footsteps that Dean turned around. He froze when he turned around to see a little girl looking up at him.

“Uh hello little girl….are you lost?”

The girl looked at him with honey eyes that were framed by honey curls pulled into pigtails. Realization his Dean with she frowned at him the same way Andi would.

“I know who you are.”

Before Dean could say anything else the little girl snapped her fingers and he was on the ground out cold.

15 minutes later Dean was coming back around. Waking up Dean frowned realizing that he was tied to a little pink plastic chair. Opening his eyes Dean slightly jumped seeing a few plastic dolls looking his way. Feeling like he got hit by a bus he looked around to see the little girl looking at him again. This time she sat with elbow length white gloves and a fancy Easter hat.

“About time you woke up Mr. Stranger. Drink the tea and I won’t bite you.”

Dean smiled. The little girl’s voice was almost musical as she looked him over.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

Again honey eyes met green ones…

“I can’t tell you.”

Dean struggled against the bounds on his arms that held him to the pink chair.

“Well my name is Dean Winchester. Something tells me that your dad is Gabriel and mom is Andi.”

The little girl looked at him carefully.

“Maybe.”

Dean nodded. Immediately he took in the fact that the child was a lot smarter than the normal 4 year old. Her eyes alone let him know that she was far too aware of the danger that she was in by purely existing.

“Its okay.  I’m not a bad guy. I’m not of those guy who would hurt you. I’m not Michael or Raphael.”

She slowly sat up a little straighter in her chair.

“How do I know that?”

Dean sighed.

“Well you don’t. I’m your uncle sweetheart. I mad some bad decisions that took me away from here. I said some bad things to your mamma. Things I should have never said as a brother and most importantly things that she didn’t deserve. But problems or not you protect your family. Its funny even if I didn’t know who your mom and dad was I think I could piece it together. I thought you were supposed to be a boy.”

The little girl smiled.

“I like to play tricks.”

Dean chuckled.

“Great.”

The little girl looked at Dean a little closer.

“I don’t think you are a bad person. My name is Sophia.”

Before Dean could respond the door opened. Gabriel and Andi walked in bickering about something that Dean couldn’t quiet make out. Both stopped dead in their tracks the moment they saw Dean tied to a the little pink plastic chair seated across from Sophia. Andi’s hands immediately went to her mouth while Gabriel started laughing. This was single handedly the best thing that he had ever seen Sophia do. He as about in tears from laughter the moment that Sophia got up and ran over to him.

He reached down picking his little girl up as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Daddy I think this one is good except he doesn’t play tea party too well.”

Gabriel chuckled again before looking at Dean.

“Come on mutton head. Can’t you play tea party with a little girl? Nice work sugar.”

Gabriel kissed Sophia on the head before handing her off to Andi. Dean glared at Gabriel coldly.

“Shut up and let me loose.”

Gabriel shrugged before snapping his fingers letting the eldest Winchester be free.

“Since you asked so nice.”

Andi meanwhile, had walked over to Dean. She looked at him with almost a guarded expression.

“Did you finally decide to come back?”

Dean nodded sympathetically. He watched at Sophia cuddled against her mother’s shoulder. He was immediately regretting meeting so much of the child’s life already.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about everything.”

Andi looked down to Sophia before sitting the child on her feet.

“Go play with Cas sweetie.”

Once the little girl was out of the room Andi looked to her older brother. As much as she wanted to be bitter she couldn’t find it within herself to be that way. When Dean left she felt like a part of her had died. She knew that her depression over Dean was what was causing a lot of her problems in life. Missing her brother had almost turned her into an emotional robot. However, she had to admit that everything wasn’t his fault.

Andi and Gabriel hadn’t been doing so hot for a while either. To Andi it seemed since Sophia was born Gabriel had for the most part pulled away. Their love life had taken a toll for the worst and she couldn’t remember the last time they had made love or kissed the way they used to. Now it seemed they had to pencil in a kiss. For the most part it felt like they were just going through the motions of caring for Sophia and appearing happy for her. Part of her was just waiting for Gabriel to run one day and not come back. If it wasn’t for Sophia he would have probably been gone a long time ago.

“I’m glad you are back.”

Andi said as she wrapped her arms around Dean. She could feel Gabriel frowning at her back but she didn’t care anymore. Dean meanwhile, watched them raising an eyebrow.

“So what is with you two?”

“Nothing.”

Gabriel answered immediately. Dean smirked.

“Yeah that wasn’t suspicious at all. Last time I saw you both you were freakishly happy. Now you look like you want to stab each other.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes sitting down on the couch.

“We are just fine…and happy.”

Andi scoffed.

“Yeah….sure.”

She mumbled. Dean looked between the two raising an eyebrow.

“Look I am not a therapist and I sure as hell don’t pretend to be one but something isn’t normal here.”

Andi shrugged.

“Ask him.”

Gabriel gave his wife a cold expression cluing Dean into everything that he needed to know. Dean groaned he wasn’t about to have couples therapy with the both of them.

“Andi want to go for a ride?”

Dean asked. Andi eagerly grabbed the over sized sweater that she had just taken off.

“I would love to.”

She didn’t even Gabriel time to object before walking out the door. Dean looked back to the archangel with a shrug.

“Be back soon feathers.”

Dean cheekily grinned before following his sister to the Impala. He was slightly shocked that Gabriel didn’t try to stop them instead he just sat calmly on the couch with only a frown on his face.

Driving down the Kansas highway Dean and Andi sat in silence for a few minutes. Dean glanced at his sister a few times as he adjusted the radio. He watched the way her eyes darkened when he stopped on a song that they both enjoyed. Dean wasn’t sure if it was the lyrics or something else but the look on his sister’s face was eery.

Time is the essence Time is the season Time ain’t no reason Got no time to slow Time everlasting Time to play B–sides Time ain’t on my side Time I’ll never know Burn out the day Burn out the night I’m not the one to tell you what’s wrong or what’s right I’ve seen suns that were freezing and lives that were through But I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’, I’m burnin’ for you

“So Andi are you going to tell me what is going on with that Angel of yours or am I going to have to drag it out of you?”

Andi looked over.

“Are you going to trust what Gabriel says about us being fine?”

Dean shook his head.

“I don’t trust angels, with the exception of Cas, which means I don’t trust Gabriel.”

Andi sighed.

“Its a lot of crap Dean. We haven’t been fine for a while. I don’t want to scar you.”

Dean chuckled.

“Sis I am already scared the fuck up. If you need to talk about whatever is going on between you and feathers I’m cool with it. I know I tell Sammy no chick flick moments but your different. You don’t even talk to Sam about your problems, which says a lot. People seem to just open up to the man. Damn his trusting face. Well I have been gone for four years you may talk to Sam now.

Andi laughed at that.

“Yeah. Sam is good for talking to but no I usually just keep my shitty feelings to myself. I’m sure Gabriel knows all about them too but he won’t say anything.”

Dean groaned.

“Talk.”

Andi looked back out the passenger window.

“We have just been disconnected. It seems since Sophia was born everything changed. I think Gabriel is so afraid that I am going to die or god forbid get pregnant again. I don’t think it is even clicking with him that he is stopping it from happening but what do I know. He won’t talk about what he’s feeling. He’s too busy being prissy and hateful.”

Dean nodded.

“Do you two talk about this? Sorry I am a shit therapist.”

Andi laughed.

“I’m no better and no we don’t talk. I’ve tried but it goes no where. I know he is stressed over his brothers. They have tried things in the past to get to Sophia. Gabriel and Lucifer have messed Michael and Raphael up pretty badly.  I may complain about Gabriel but he really is a great father. He doesn’t let Sophia out of his sight and when he is away Cas watches her like a hawk. It’s cute Dean…watching Cas with her. A lot of mine and Gabriel’s problems is my fault too. I take equal responsibility. Sam and I started hunting again and Gabriel is livid. He said he can’t keep Sophia and I safe at the same time if I am running around god knows where doing god knows what. This is the part that will probably freak you out a bit. We have no relations. I couldn’t even tell you the last time he really kissed me. To me a peck on the lips every couple of days doesn’t count as a kiss. I want the kisses that we used to have…the ones where he would take my breath away.”

Dean looked a little green but decided to put his older brother feelings in the closet and be the person that Andi needed. If Gabriel couldn’t be the person that she could turn to then he would. The last thing Dean wanted was for Andi to withdraw and become depressed the way she did when Adam died.

“When was the last time you two had sex or any other form of intimacy?”

Andi scoffed coldly.

“Maybe when Sophia was a baby. I’m sorry but I don’t consider fingering and hand jobs as sex.”

Dean nodded.

“I agree there. So Gabriel, the biggest man whore of an archangel that I have ever seen, doesn’t even want to….you know.”

Andi nodded. Dean looked at his sister’s heart broken eyes.

“Is he cheating?”

Andi shook her head a moment but shrugged.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. He’s never given me a reason not to trust him but that doesn’t mean that its not in the back of my mind.”

Dean was quiet a few moments.

“Look I know I give Gabriel crap but I really don’t think he is going to be that cold. He may be a hot mess of crazy and the biggest shit stirrer in all of creation but he’s different when it comes to you. I hate to admit it because he is the last person I want to see you with. If you tell him that I said this I will deny everything but he loves you. I am no trying to take up for the way that he’s been but Andi look at it from his point of view for a moment. He is an archangel that has a family with a human that includes a forbidden creation. His crazy brothers are trying to hurt and threaten the two of you. Not to mention he has had to deal with my joyous ass and you know how pleasant I am. I wouldn’t want all of that on my plate.”

Andi nodded sadly.

“I know that he has a lot on him. Its just….”

Dean cut her off.

“Asking for intimacy isn’t too much. He is going to have to find a way. Hey look at this I am actually being understanding of someone’s feelings. Aren’t you proud of me?”

Andi laughed immediately feeling better. Dean always knew how to say things to make her feel better.

“I am. Let’s stop for a drink or something.”

Dean grinned.

“Day drinking. I love it.”

Walking into some off the road bar Dean and Andi sat down at the bar. Dean flagged down the bar tender and ordered two glasses of whiskey. Andi looked at her older brother carefully.

“Dean do you have any regrets about life?”

Dean looked over at his little sister as her green eyes focused on the drink in front of her.

“You know I do.”

Before Andi could respond she looked down at her cell phone to see Gabriel’s name on the caller ID. She looked at the phone before hitting the ignore button. Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Are you regretting taking Gabriel in that night?”

Andi shrugged.

“I don’t know what I am feeling really Dean. I just feel numb. Its like a basket of fucked up emotions just hits me all the time. One minute I understand and the next I don’t feel anything.”

Dean looked over.

“Hey! We can work all of this out!”

Andi laughed briefly.

“Dean we sound so much like dad.”

Dean took a sip of his drink.

“He would be so proud.”

The two sat in silence for the next couple of moments. Both were in their own worlds when it came to their thoughts. Neither noticed the bar door open and someone they hadn’t seen in sometime walk in.

“Dean, Andi.”

Both turned almost throwing their drinks the moment that they saw Adam. Dean’s mouth dropped while Andi rubbed her eyes a few times wondering if Adam was really there or if the whiskey was really that good. Upon seeing Dean’s reaction she knew this had to be true.

“Adam or Michael?”

Dean asked. He wasn’t about to get into a fight with an archangel in the middle of a bar with innocent people round him.

“Uh Adam. You know the guy that you and Sam have been forgetting for sometime. I won’t let any angel near me again.”

Adam said calmly. He focused his attention back on his twin sister.

“Andi, I’m real.”

Before Adam could say anything else Andi was flung onto him with her arms around his shoulders.

“Adam how are you here? You were in the cage….wait does this have anything to do with Michael?”

Adam shrugged.

“I really don’t know. I just woke up here.”

Dean stood up.

“It doesn’t matter. We can figure it out later. Come on we need to get home.”

The ride was home Andi sat back in the back beside Adam with her arm wrapped through his. Dean looked back at the two of them with a smile. If he needed anymore clue that they were twins this was the perfect one.

“So have I missed anything?”

Adam asked. Dean and Andi both laughed hard at that.

“A lot. We’ll feel you in as we go.”

Dean said calmly. Andi looked over at her twin with a smile.

“You’re an uncle now.”

Adam’s eyes widened.

“What?! You have a baby?”

Andi nodded with a smile.

“I do. She’s four now. Her name is Sophia. She just turned 4.”

Dean smiled in the driver seat.

“Kid is something else Adam.”

Adam looked totally surprised.

“Wow I have missed a lot.”

Arriving back at the bunker Andi’s sullen mood had down a total turn around as she and Adam walked into the bunker talking.

“So far it is really nice to be back. The best things so far no stupid angels with sticks up their asses thinking they are gods gift.”

Andi meanwhile, froze the moment that she turned seeing Gabriel standing in the doorway looking beyond pissy.

“Decide to come home sugar?”

Andi winced at the angry tone in his voice. There was that tone…that archangel tone that she should be afraid of. Looking over her shoulder she noticed the frown on Adam’s face. At the moment the last thing she wanted to do was tell Adam was Gabriel really was and by the look on Gabriel’s face he probably wouldn’t be feeling too friendly either. Looking back to Gabriel she winced this time noticing his wings were all puffy clearly indicating that he was frustrated.

“Gabriel can we talk a minute?”

Gabriel nodded but didn’t move until Sophia ran into the back of his legs wrapping her arms around them. Andi smiled watching their daughter cuddle her father. Gabriel’s hateful expression softened as he looked down at his daughter. She held her hands up opening and closing her hands. Reaching down he picked her up but kept a eye on Adam who was putting two and two together.

“Sugar stay here with your Dean. I need to talk to your mommy.”

“I wanna come too.”

Gabriel shook his head.

“No precious. This is mommy and daddy business only.”

Sophia stuck her tongue out as she ran over to Dean sitting on his foot and wrapping herself around his leg like a little koala.

“Nope you two are probably just going to be telling each other I love you and other mushy stuff. No thank you!”

Gabriel smirked before looking back to Andi.

“Come on.”

Walking in the bedroom Andi turned around looking at Gabriel carefully as he shut the door.

“So what happened earlier?”

He asked in the clear I want to be sassy but I am going to behave tone. Andi sat down on the bed patting the place beside her. Gabriel slowly sat down beside her. She was quiet for a few moments before meeting his honey eyes.

“Gabe you know I am a shitty communicator.”

Gabriel shrugged.

“I’m not arguing but that’s just you.”

Andi reached over taking his hand in hers. She ran her fingers over his palm before looking back up.

“I’m ready to communicate with you now.”

Gabriel took a breath and looked honestly nervous.

“Um-kay….”

Andi turned her body so she could look at her angel fully. She could tell that he was worried just by the tone in her voice.

“Gabriel, I know that you don’t like that I am hunting again. I am not doing it to piss you off or worry you. Its just what I do.”

Gabriel ran a hand over his face.

“I know the family business. I have heard this spill way too many times Andrea.”

Andi sighed beginning to feel frustrated.

“Gabriel you won’t even give me a chance to tell you what I want to! You just get smart with me every time I try! This is what our problem is! Every time I feel brave enough to talk to you this happens! Between us having zero intimacy anymore this is just another cherry on the cake! You know what never mind!”

Andi stood to walk out of the bedroom but was quickly stopped when Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her waist.

“Sugar wait. I’m sorry. No intimacy? Is that what is bothering you?”

Andi swallowed.

“Yeah. We don’t have that spark we used to have anymore! You barley kiss or touch me. I can’t even tell you the last time that we made love. Before you say it hand jobs and fingering doesn’t count! If you are so concerned about getting me pregnant again use your archangel powers to stop it from happening.”

Gabriel turned her in his arms before backing her against the wall.

“Darling, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. Its just with all of this going on….keep our daughter and you safe I didn’t realize how bad I was neglecting you….us. If you want me to be a dirty pervert again trust me I can do that.”

Meanwhile,

Adam sat at the table watching Sophia as she sat in the floor coloring what looked like a mini masterpiece. He raised an eyebrow looking over at Dean.

“So is this kid a genius or something?”

Dean smirked at his little brother who clearly didn’t know what their niece was.

“Well you could say that.”

Adam nodded as Sophia stood up focusing her attention on her newest uncle. After acquiring quiet a collection within a few hours she was beginning to be curious about what she could do with the two newest ones. Sam and Cas were easy. If she wanted to be read to or shown how to do something it was Sam. If she wanted someone to play tea party with or cuddle while watching a Disney movie it was Cas. He was always up for watching The Little Mermaid about fifty times in a row if the child so desired.

Sophia walked over to the table standing on her tiptoes to look at Adam. He looked a lot like her mother in someways but in other ways he was totally his own. Adam, meanwhile looked down a the set of honey eyes focused on him. He watched her for a moment with a small smile.

“Can I get something for you?”

He asked. Sophia shook her head making her pigtails smack herself in the face before she walked closer to Adam.

“Do you like tea?”

Adam frowned.

“Who doesn’t?”

Sophia clapped her hands before snapping her fingers making a glass of steaming liquid in a little china cup appear in front of him. Adam’s eyes widened as he looked almost fearfully at the child. Dean meanwhile, had picked up the little china cup that appeared in front of him taking a drink. Sophia smiled looking proud of herself.

“Little secret. It’s not tea but apple juice. I can’t make tea yet for some reason. Daddy said that may be next week.”

Adam swallowed looking down at the drink in front of him before looking at Dean with wide eyes. Dean shrugged from over his china cup.

“Drink the kids tea dude.”

Adam looked back to Sophia.

“What ARE you?!”

Sophia shrugged.

“Umm a little girl? Doesn’t the dress and pigtails kind of clue you in buddy?”

Dean choked on his tea as Cas walked in the door. Sophia pulled her attention away from Adam and took off to Cas who eagerly picked her up.

“Cassie! You are finally home!”

Cas smiled hugging the child as Adam looked at him as with wide eyes. Right away he was beginning to feel even more ill at ease. Cas was clearly shocked to see Dean sitting at the table. The eldest Winchester nodded from across the table.

“Hey short stuff will you top my tea off?”

Sophia eagerly nodded snapping her fingers again. Cas looked down to his niece with wide shocked eyes.

“Sophia what has been going on here today? Where is your mother and father?”

Sophia pointed to Gabriel and Andi’s room.

“Having mommy and daddy talking time. I think that is code for something else. They better not be in there eating ice cream without me because I will be really mad. Uncle Dean showed up today and now Uncle Adam is here…except he looks a little afraid.”

Adam held up his hand.

“No one ever answered me! What is she?!”

Sophia looked to Cas.

“Cassie what is the word that I am? That one I can’t say.”

Cas sighed adjusting the child in his arms.

“She’s a nephilim. Half angel and half human.”

Adam’s mouth dropped.

“What?! That guy…that is with Andi….he’s an angel?”

Cas nodded.

“Yes Gabriel is an angel.”

Adam put a hand over his mouth.

“Please don’t say that he is the archangel.”

Cas blinked.

“Well I don’t have to say it but you will figure it out soon enough.”

Adam held his hand up.

“My sister is with an archangel?!!”

Sophia perked up.

“That’s my daddy.”

Cas lovingly patted her back.

“Why don’t you go to your room and play tea party. I’ll be in shortly to join you.”

Sophia nodded before trotting out of the room. Cas turned to Adam.

“Can you control yourself in front of her? We understand your distrust of angels…”

Adam stood up.

“Distrust? Distrust is the word that you chose to use? Wait your an angel too so I don’t trust you either! Now my little niece is in your creepy club? I don’t like this.”

Cas tilted his head to the side.

“Like it or not angel is in her DNA and it is not leaving.”

Dean looked over at Adam sympathetically.

“Come on kid lets go get some air.”

meanwhile,

Andi lay snuggled against Gabriel’s chest running her finger down his chest. Neither had really moved much since Gabriel had knocked out the electricity in the bedroom.

“Well no one has yelled at us so you must have fixed the power quick enough.”

Andi said with a giggle. Gabriel gave her an eyebrow wiggle before tilting her face to his for another kiss.

“I’m good like that. We need to stay like this sugar. I don’t want to go back to the way it was. If you need to talk then I’m going to listen. Even if that includes you having your back to me with your hands over your eyes so you will be comfortable. Why don’t you sleep some sugar? I’ll be here.”

Andi curled to the side as Gabriel’s wings wrapped around her. She smiled finally feeling complete again. Gabriel meanwhile, watched as her eyes closed. While he lay listening to Andi’s even breathing a voice in his mind caught his attention. Frowning Gabriel closed his eyes going to where the voice was….

Standing at the edge of a rocky mountain he turned to see Michael looking at him with a cold smile.

“Well if it isn’t my baby brother.”

Gabriel frowned. It had been years since he had seen his brother in physical sense.

“Michael. What do you want?”

Michael sneered coldly.

“Just wanted to see how you were. See how you and the little one were doing. After all, Sophia is my niece.”

Gabriel glared at his older brother.

“Don’t you dare say her name.”

Michael laughed.

“Oh Gabriel. You are always causing trouble. From day one you have been causing trouble except this time Lucifer isn’t here to bail you out. This time you have gone and made some forbidden creature that you and I have both killed plenty of back in the day.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Back in the day? Oh my dad Michael how ancient do you sound.”

Michael smiled.

“Changing the subject? You don’t want to acknowledge the fact hat we both….well all four of us have killed nephilim now look at you being the father of one of those damned creatures.”

Gabriel glowered at Michael.

“Shut your mouth!”

Michael shrugged.

“Touched a nerve. This one you care about because she’s yours. If it was someone else it wouldn’t be an issue to kill her. Gabriel you’re a soldier. That is what we were meant to be. It was what dad wanted but something went wrong with your programming. You should know that Raphael knows about Sophia too. She won’t be making it much longer. It’s going to take more than yourself, team free will and Lucifer to keep her safe. I don’t care how darling she is. You and your pretty little bride will pay for your crimes the way you should be. See you around Gabe.”

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"People risk everything"Football superstar David Beckham and his wife Victoria Adams had the honor of introducing the great musician Elton John."We know there are people who risk everything to keep us safe," said Beckham.John then came to the screen, playing the piano in a lush green garden."It's for everyone who works on the front lines 24 hours a day, 7 days a week," he said, before saying "I'm still standing." © Getty Images, Getty Images for Global Citizen Chris Martin was one of the artists who worked to delight viewers on Saturday evening. Reach a new audienceAfter watching Jimmy Fallon of NBC singing "Safety Dance" of Men Without Hats via Zoom with members of Roots, Chris Martin of Coldplay appeared "One World: Together at Home", singing a classic, "Yellow"."It's been 20 years now," he laughed. "He may be older than some of you."He was followed by the musical power couple Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes. © Getty Images, Getty Images for Global Citizen Kerry Washington encouraged viewers to accept their feelings rather than hide them. Consider your mental and emotional well-beingWhile encouraging social distancing, actress Kerry Washington took a moment to encourage viewers to recognize their feelings, rather than hide them."We also need to consider how isolation can affect our mental and emotional well-being," she said.Washington then called on Dr. Sue Varma, a New York psychiatrist, for some advice."Many people experience fear, anxiety and grief during this crisis," said Varma. "This is perfectly normal."Everyone has to take time for the four M's of mental health: movement, mindfulness, mastery ... and meaningful connections."Contributor: The Associated Press Even Hollywood is not immune to the coronavirus pandemic that has hit much of the world. Many celebrities share their thoughts on the epidemic and how they coped with the virus, including Tom Hanks and his wife Rita Wilson, both of whom tested positive for coronavirus in Australia. Hanks and Wilson, both 63, were released from an Australian hospital on March 16, five days after being admitted and tested positive for coronavirus, said their son Chet Hanks. Hanks said he and Wilson were in solitary confinement "one day at a time." In isolation, Hanks offered an Australian-themed Instagram photo update, with a stuffed kangaroo holding an Australian flag, a tiny stuffed koala, and two pieces of toast with huge portions of Vegemite. Wilson shared it "Quarantines" playlist. The couple shared another positive update on March 22, announcing that they were feeling better two weeks after experiencing their first symptoms. "An on-site shelter works like this: you don't give it to anyone - you don't receive it from anyone. Common sense, right?" Hanks tweeted. "It's going to take a while, but if we take care of each other, let's help where we can, and give up all the comforts ... that too will pass." We can understand that. Idris Elba revealed on Twitter on March 17 that he had tested positive for the coronavirus. "This morning, I tested positive for COVID-19. I feel good, I have no symptoms so far but I have been isolated since I discovered my possible exposure to the virus", said said the actor in caption of a video. "Stay at home and be pragmatic. I'll keep you posted on how I'm going 👊🏾👊🏾 Don't panic." Elbe's wife Sabrina Dhowre revealed on March 21 during the couple's interview with Oprah Winfrey that she had also tested positive. Andy Cohen said he was only focusing on his recovery on Instagram on March 20 after being diagnosed with COVID-19. "After a few days of self-quarantine, and not feeling well, I tested positive for the coronavirus," he captioned a solemn selfie. "As much as I felt like I could get through everything I felt to do #WWHL from home, we're putting a pin on it right now so I can focus on improving myself." Bon Jovi keyboardist David Bryan announced on Saturday that he had tested positive for the coronavirus. "I've been sick for a week and I'm feeling better every day," wrote Bryan in an Instagram article. "Don't be afraid !!! It's the flu and not the plague. I was quarantined for one week and will be quarantined for another week. And when I feel better, I will be tested again make sure I'm free from this nasty virus. Please help each other. It will be over soon ... with the help of all Americans !! " Opera singer Placido Domingo announced on Facebook on Sunday that he had tested positive for the virus, citing fever and cough as the symptoms that led him to get tested. "I urge everyone to be extremely careful, to follow basic guidelines by washing your hands frequently, standing at least 6 feet from others, doing everything in your power to prevent the virus from spread and most importantly, stay home if you can, "he wrote. Together, we can fight this virus and end the current global crisis, so that we can hopefully resume our daily lives very quickly. Please follow the guidelines and regulations of your local government to stay safe and protect not only yourself, but our entire community. " Actress Debi Mazar, best known for playing the publicist without prisoners on HBO's "Entourage" and an artist on TV Land's "Younger" announced on March 22 that she had tested positive for COVID-19. On March 15, Mazar says she woke up with the same symptoms (mild fever, headache, sore throat, body aches, ringing in the ears and dry cough) that her husband Gabriele Corcos and two teenage girls had fought in February. Her doctor initially refused to test the coronavirus because she did not meet the criteria, which usually include travel to an affected area and contact with a confirmed positive or suspected positive. After finally being tested and diagnosed, she said, "I found these crazy criteria for a NY because I took the metro, I went to the theater, the grocery store, the pharmacy, the living room hairdressing, etc. " "Bachelor" star Colton Underwood revealed his diagnosis of COVID-19 on Instagram on March 20. "I want to let you know: I am 28 years old, I consider myself quite healthy, I train regularly, I eat healthy and I became symptomatic a few days ago, I got my test results today and they are positive, "he said in an Instagram video. "I'm exhausted." "Lost" and "Hawaii Five-0" star Daniel Dae Kim said he would "be fine" after being tested positive for coronavirus. "Ready for a fight? I am. Yesterday I was diagnosed with COVID-19, the disease caused by the coronavirus," he tweeted on March 19. Kristofer Hivju, the actor of "Game of Thrones" known to play the famous warrior Tormund Giantsbane, confirmed on Instagram on March 16 that he had the virus. "Sorry to say that today I tested positive for COVID19, the Corona virus." "My (family) and I isolate ourselves at home for as long as it takes. We are healthy - I have only mild cold symptoms," said Hivju from Norway. Singer Charlotte Lawrence revealed that she had tested positive for the coronavirus. "A few days ago, my doctor informed me that I too had COVID-19," she wrote on March 18. "It is I who beg you to protect all those who are less able to survive this virus ... Think of your parents. Think of Your grandparents. " Christian music singer Sandi Patty, 63, revealed on Twitter that it has tested positive for coronavirus. She self-quarantines and has encouraged her supporters to take action against the spread of the disease. "If you are not far from society and you STAY AT HOME, DO IT NOW!" she wrote on March 17. "God gave us faith, but He also gave us wisdom. Be good and wise!" "Frozen 2" actress Rachel Matthews revealed her positive coronavirus diagnosis on March 16. "I tested positive for Covid-19 and I was in quarantine last week. I'm not sure what to do next (having obtained mixed information, so you will be notified), but I will of course remain in quarantine until you are told to do otherwise. I'm feeling better, "she wrote on Instagram. Tekashi 6ix9ine's lawyer asked a judge to change the rapper's jail sentence on Sunday, citing a recently discovered coronavirus case with an inmate at the Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn and Tekashi's history of hospitalization for seizures asthma, according to a legal document. obtained by USA TODAY. The artist, whose real name is Daniel Hernandez, was sentenced to two years in prison in December for his entanglement with a violent street gang that fueled his rise to fame. Model Bella Hadid encouraged her subscribers to stay at home in a lengthy Instagram post. "It's crazy because all we have to do is work together to slow this virus down and people are still struggling to understand it," wrote Hadid, captioned a photo of his shirtless chest. In addition to listing ideas for indoor activities, Hadid noted that she is thinking of "people who are still working and those who can't." Will Smith, who played the role of virologist in the 2007 post-apocalyptic film "I Am Legend", took preparation for this role seriously - and it paid off during the coronavirus pandemic. In an appearance on "Red Table Talk" on March 18, Smith shared what he had learned from visiting the CDC and researching infectious diseases for the game. He said, "A virus wants your whole body to be the virus and uses your cells to make itself more". Later, he broke down what it means to "flatten the curve". Bob Saget took Twitter March 19 to share how the coronavirus pandemic turned him into his "Full House" character. Saget played in the sitcom from 1987 to 1995. "Oh. My God," he wrote. "I spend my day cleaning, vacuuming and disinfecting everything in the house. I became Danny Tanner." David Beckham participated in the hashtag #IStayHomeFor on Instagram to promote self-isolation. He said he was staying at home "for those we love". On a sign, he wrote the hashtag with the words "VB (abbreviation of Victoria Beckham) and my children". Demi Lovato also participated in the trend, writing on Instagram that she stays at home for "my parents ... my neighbors ... my health". "Bachelor" star Peter Weber thinks of his former employer Compass Airlines during the coronavirus after learning that the regional airline "ceased operations" due to financial problems caused by the pandemic. "People, please take this virus seriously and practice social distancing. This virus forces businesses to close and seriously affect people's lives. Stay strong and stay safe," he wrote on Instagram. . Bono harnessed his emotions amidst the coronavirus, writing and releasing a moving new song called "Let Your Love Be Known" on March 17. The song is the first release of the U2 frontman in three years, and is dedicated to "doctors, nurses, caregivers, it's you we're singing about," he wrote on Instagram. The lyrics include: You can't touch but you can sing / On the rooftops / Sing the phone / Sing and promise me you won't stop / Sing your love, be known, let your love be known. JoJo remixed his 2004 single, "Leave (Get Out)", with lyrics related to the global coronavirus pandemic and social distancing. She named the new coronavirus remix: "Chill (Stay In)". In a video from TikTok, JoJo sings to the tune of his single, "Tell me why you act so confused, when the CDC prepared it for you. Come on, I know you're not stupid. To go behind my back and hitting the bar, shows how immature you really are. Keep the exposure to a minimum! " "Stay! Now! Do it for humanity. I am (explanatory) about it, but we will survive," she added. Gal Gadot gathered some of his famous friends for a quarantine cover of "Imagine", which she shared on her Instagram. Who is in the video? Natalie Portman, Jimmy Fallon, Mark Ruffalo and Kristen Wiig to name a few! Do you like comments on "terrible movies"? Seth Rogen took Twitter to suggest his "favorite podcast" titled "How did it happen?" anyone looking for something to do while in isolation. New Zealand-born actor Russell Crowe went to Instagram on March 18 to cheer on his Australian followers amid the pandemic. "Hey Australia, just a reminder, we've been dealing with serious (expletive) stuff already, and we're going to be dealing with what we're facing now," he wrote, captioned photos of burnt trees in a nod to the Australian wildfire crisis earlier this year. "Together (spaced at least 1.5 meters)." Hilary Duff encouraged her fans to practice social distancing in an Instagram post on March 17. "I know for all the parents out there ... these days are hard to pass by entertaining many little ones ... becoming teachers, cooking, cleaning, no breaks, repeating," she writes. "People who can sit on their couch at home, be responsible and do it. We can get through it together if we all do what is recommended." Taylor Swift urged her supporters to take the coronavirus seriously on her Instagram stories on March 16. "Things are not being taken seriously enough at the moment. I see a lot of meetings, blockages and parties happening," she wrote. "It's time to cancel plans, really isolate as much as you can, and don't assume that because you don't feel sick, you're probably not passing anything on to an elderly or vulnerable person. is a really scary time, but we have to make social sacrifices right now. " Jared Leto was one of the last people to find out about the coronavirus pandemic. He emerged from complete isolation during a desert retreat after 12 days to find the closure of much of the world. "We left yesterday in a very different world," Leto tweeted on March 17. "The one that has been changed forever. It's mind-blowing - to say the least. I get messages from friends and family from around the world and catch up with what's going on. In progress." Kim Kardashian West implored her Instagram followers on Tuesday to follow the guidelines for social estrangement and stay at home, "especially young and healthy people. "Unless you are leaving your home to go to work, stock up on food and essentials, see your doctor, or help someone in need, such as an elderly neighbor, please be aware of the severity of the warnings to stay at inside to stop the spread of this virus, "she said. Matthew McConaughey reminded his Twitter followers in a video Tuesday to take care of themselves and others "in these crazy times", stressing the importance of focusing on "fairness, kindness, responsibility, resilience, respect (and) courage. He added: "Right now, more than ever, we are more dependent on each other than we have ever been. But we have an enemy in the coronavirus that is faceless, that is, without race, without sex, without denomination and bipartisan. And it is an enemy that we all agree that we will fight. " On March 13, Mariah Carey shared a TikTok video of herself washing her hands alongside her children on a song: "Do this for 20 seconds with Ol 'Dirty Bastard! Wash your hands! Stay safe !!! " Lady Gaga encouraged her disciples to be kind to each other. "Now, it is more important than ever to be nice. For those who are sick or those who are not and who are afraid," she wrote on Twitter on March 12. "We are in the same boat. I love you, my world." On March 17, Brad Paisley announced that The Store, his free Nashville-based grocery store, has launched a volunteer-run delivery service that will provide one week of grocery shopping for seniors in certain neighborhoods. "The store is still open, but in light of how times have changed, we decided to change the way we do things a bit," said Paisley, explaining that the groceries would be delivered to "people seniors who shouldn't be shopping. " their own at these times. " In a joint interview with Witherspoon, Kerry Washington agreed: "As Reese said, (I'm trying) to gather the information we need to take care of ourselves and our loved ones, but also remembering that your stress level can have an impact on your immunity, and therefore try to be calm too. " Miley Cyrus offered direct advice. "Wash your hands," she tweeted on March 10 next to a step-by-step poster of good hand washing with soap and water. Billie Eilish said she was not taking the pandemic seriously until she realized "it's not about me ... I should be worried about the people around me". "I have seen a lot of young people all over the world, going to the club or going to the beach or just going out and going out, and that is really irresponsible," she said on March 16. John Legend followed suit, announcing that he would accept live requests from his official Instagram account on March 17 for a virtual concert. "My friend Chris Martin had a nice little concert from his house today," said Legend. "See you soon. We will try to get through this together!" Keith Urban was joined by his wife Nicole Kidman as an impromptu singer and dancer during a performance for fans on March 16. "I was supposed to be playing with my whole group tonight and obviously we can't, and that disappointed me huge," Urban told the fans between songs. "I really wanted to be able to play, so here we are in the warehouse - this is our joint, where we store everything - and we thought we were going to break the camera, the iPhone and broadcast live." Amy Adams has teamed up with Garner to create the "Save With Stories" Instagram page. It features celebrities, such as Adams, Garner, Reese Witherspoon and Natalie Portman, reading children's stories to children affected by school closings. Alicia Keys offered an uplifting message. "Send you light right now Just a reminder to keep your energy high. There are many things but take care of yourself, love your family and remember to take a deep breath and stay calm", artist "Fallin '" wrote to Twitter on March 11. "Remember I love you." Mark Ruffalo urged his supporters to seek advice from experts. "People, although the coronavirus may be benign for some, it is devastating for others, especially the elderly. Listen to scientists and doctors not Fox News and the White House. They are misleading you," a wrote the actor on March 12. is more deadly and much more contagious. " Ellen Pompeo sent a special cry to "nurses and doctors and all health workers". "Many of us have the privilege of self-quarantining and isolating and trying to stay healthy and none of you have that privilege," said Pompeo in an Instagram video. March 13. "Anyone who works in a hospital or in the healthcare industry, you rock. We love you. Stay safe." Kristen Bell shared a heartfelt message after posting memes about the virus. "There are a lot of coronavirus jokes at the moment. I just want to be clear: my deepest condolences go to the people and families affected by this virus," she wrote on Instagram. Stories. "I also know there are tons of us trying to figure out how to deal with the panic of it all. So let the joke and memes help us get through this together. People feel calmer and closer when they laugh together. " Comedy binds people. " Amid concerns about Betty White's well-being, her rep Jeff Witjas assured fans that the 98-year-old icon was fine. "Betty is doing well," Witjas told USA TODAY. "The View" co-host Joy Behar announced on March 13 that she would temporarily step away from the show for safety reasons, citing her age. "I am in a higher risk group because of my age, but I am in perfect health," said Behar, 77, on ABC. "I'm not looking at my age, but I'm actually up there. The number makes me dizzy." "Modern Family" star Jesse Tyler Ferguson turned to books as a way out of this period. "I will read in my spare time. Please recommend good books to me," he wrote on Twitter on March 16. Kumail Nanjiani urged people to stay home in a tweet on March 15: "People get angry and annoy me when I tweet about coronavirus, when I urge people to stay and avoid the crowds. My person favorite in the world is immunocompromised. Go ahead and don't follow me. I'll tweet about it until I have zero. " George Takei shared a tweet on an open letter posted on USA TODAY on March 15 by health care leaders: "We may not have a president, but we still have great leaders. Hear them when they say #StayHome. " Padma Lakshmi shared her support for the #FlattenTheCurve movement on March 14: "We can prevent as many unnecessary deaths by following Italy in self-quarantine and social distancing as much as possible to contain COVID-19." Comedian Patton Oswalt took inspiration from a viral video of Italians singing out the window during the lockout. "Watching the videos from Italy inspired me. Artists must offer hope and humor to their neighbors during this quarantine period," he captioned a funny video of himself telling jokes on a sidewalk filled with one person. In the distance, two other people are watching. Trevor Noah was also inspired by the Italian video and attempted to recreate his own in New York on March 17. In a Twitter video, the actor stands on a balcony and begins to sing Aladdin's "A Whole New World" - but was quickly interrupted by a loud voice telling him to "close the (expletive)". Bette Midler directed his frustrations with Donald Trump and his politics on March 12. "Alors ... qu'est-ce qui a poussé Trump à démanteler l'équipe américaine de réponse à une pandémie mise en place par #Obama, pour un événement comme celui que nous vivons actuellement? #JEALOUSY!" elle a tweeté. "Ce schmuck est tellement égocentrique, égoïste et COLOSSALEMENT STUPIDE." Le 10 mars, Gloria Gaynor a utilisé sa chanson à succès "I Will Survive" pour démontrer sa technique de lavage des mains de 20 secondes aux fans sur TikTok. "Il ne faut que 20 secondes pour" SURVIVRE "!" elle a écrit, sous-titrant une vidéo d'elle se frottant les mains tout en se synchronisant avec les lèvres au classique disco de 1978. Le poste de Gaynor est venu exactement un jour après qu'elle a célébré le 40e anniversaire de sa chanson en tête des charts Billboard. Denise Richards a envoyé des prières à "beaucoup de gens qui souffrent" sur ses histoires Instagram le 13 mars, partageant une photo d'elle portant un masque dans un aéroport "vide" en Espagne: "Tellement triste toutes les entreprises du monde entier en sont affectées. .. Prier pour la santé et la sécurité de chacun. " Kirstie Alley fait face à la pandémie de coronavirus avec de l'alcool et des bonbons. "Je mange de la vodka et des doigts de beurre pour le dîner. C'est vrai. C'est ainsi que je gère ce gâchis", a écrit Alley sur Twitter le 17 mars. Kylie Jenner a déclaré qu'elle espérait que "tout le monde se sent bien". Elle a tweeté le 17 mars: "Il est si important en ce moment de se mettre en quarantaine pour s'assurer que nous ne nous mettons pas en danger nous-mêmes ou quiconque ne peut pas gérer ce virus." Judi Dench sait comment élever le moral des gens en ces temps étranges. L'actrice "Cats" a publié une vidéo idiote sur Twitter Le 18 mars d'elle-même portant des oreilles de chien tout en encourageant les autres à "Continuez à rire. C'est tout ce que nous pouvons faire." 58/58 DIAPOSITIVES Cet article a été initialement publié sur USA AUJOURD'HUI: Paul McCartney, Elton John, Jennifer Lopez, d'autres éloges sur les agents de santé lors de "One World: Together at Home" https://oltnews.com/paul-mccartney-elton-john-jennifer-lopez-and-others-praise-health-workers-for-one-world-together-at-home-msnnow?_unique_id=5ea131e2808e2