#otp: if these sheets were the states

[the-silver-chronicles]

2025 Year Of The OTP February Prompts: "You're Mine" [Boa Lurking In The Bliss]

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February Prompts based on this Year Of The OTP fandom event as well as something for Valentines Day. Tackling the following prompts: Valentines Day, "It made me think of you", Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Sharing the February Oneshot here, but alternatively can be found on my AO3 here. I suppose this will count as one of my major contributions to Faithbruary (despite the fact I'm doing this for the other months too).

Unlike January's oneshot Our Love, this Faithbruary oneshot You're Mine includes a content warning for dubious consent for kissing, mostly due to use of Bliss.

Anyway, you can read the oneshot below the cut or on my AO3 above. Enjoy!:

Title: You’re Mine

Series: The Silver Chronicles (Far Cry 5)

Pairing: Boa Lurking In The Bliss (Silva Omar/Faith Seed)

Prompts: February – Valentine’s Day, “It made me think of you”, Bed Sharing & Mind Control/Break.

Genre: Fluff but really Dark Angst.

CW: Mildly dubious consent for a kiss (Standard procedure with use of Bliss). The horrifying use of Bliss on a person. Obsession and possessiveness from Faith Seed.

Words: 2,623

In the unconscious chasm of sleep, Silva stirred upon feeling the familiar sensation of heat washing over her skin.

Though her eyes were heavy, she pushed herself through the tiredness to open them, undeterred by the brightness above. The sun seemed to be intense today.

Awakening, she stretched on the soft silk sheets of the queen-sized bed, the large blanket drifting down to reveal she was wearing a pyjama button-up shirt and shorts. She didn’t remember putting such clothing on yesterday, but the night before had been more or less a blur to Silva, so it wasn’t anything she should focus on.

Rubbing at her face, she paused when she noted her gloves weren’t on, her sensitive hands feeling tingly under the soft gaze of the sun. Her dark hair, usually braided into one tail, was also undone, allowing her long dark hair to flow behind her.

She furrowed her brows at that until her attention was turned towards an additional weight on the bed.

Her train of thought was swiftly forgotten as she focused on the beautiful mujer sitting on the edge of the bed, still ethereal in the white dress she wore. Her flowing light brown hair that reached a little over her shoulders was a majestic sight, but what captivated Silva most her alluring green eyes.

And when her lips quirked up into a content smile, Silva could feel her heartbeat quicken, and the fog on her mind felt heavier.

Faith was here.

When did she get here? Where is here?

The unprompted thought brought confusion, though she didn’t get to focus on it when Faith stated, “You’re finally awake.”

Silva blinked, and felt herself return a smile as she pushed herself up, sitting up against the bed’s head.

Her eyes briefly trailed to the surrounding foliage, mist with a green hue surrounding familiar white flowers. The logic of it baffled Silva, but she elected to ignore it in favor of a reply.

“I haven’t had a goodnight rest like that in ages,” she said, her grey eyes taking in Faith’s form before her, “How long was I out?”

How did I get here?

The thought repeated, and Silva felt something at the edge of her mind.

The crackling of gunfire. The blare of speakers playing soothing music. Eyes hurting, tears welling. Inhaling sweetness-

“Just a couple hours,” Faith answered, scooting closer to Silva with… a tray of freshly baked steaming bread and a cup of tea. She was surprised she didn’t notice Faith holding it sooner, but with a growl from her stomach, Silva’s priorities shifted from questioning to eating.

Silva rationalized she hadn’t fully woken up yet, hence why she didn’t notice the food Faith was holding. Even if she didn’t believe that herself. What’s going on with me-

Faith pushed the tray into Silva’s hands, forcing the dark-haired woman to shift concentration on not spilling anything onto herself or the bed.

“You had such a rough night though, you’ll probably need more rest for the celebration,” Faith mentioned, observing Silva settle the tray onto her own lap and breaking the hot bread in half.

“Celebration?” Silva raised a brow at that, taking a bite out of the softness of the hot bread. She resisted the urge to hum in contentment, not long before devouring it fully.

Faith only smiled in response, waving away the question, “Nothing to think about. It’ll be a long while until then. Leaves plenty of time for us…”

Silva had just picked up the teacup when she noticed the purr in Faith’s voice. She noted how Faith twirled a stand of light brown hair, her green eyes on the other woman with a familiar intensity of emotion.

“Us?” Silva repeated the distinctly emphasized word in a soft murmur, her tone inquiring while she looked away from Faith’s beautiful face. The use of that word accompanied by Faith’s behavior held an implication that only made her heart pump faster, so she took a sip from the all too sweet tea.

Not helped by Faith’s coy smile (was it coy? Or was it sly?). Nor how she reached her hand out to caress Silva’s cheek… and cupped her face…

The sweetness burned in her lungs. She knew she was a goner. She could already feel lighter-

���You know what today is, Silva?” Faith asked with a tilt of her head, keen to observe all of Silva’s expressive reactions.

Silva tried to remember if she even knew the answer. The days all kind of blur together ever since-

“February 14th,” Faith stated, taking the teacup from her hands and returning it to the tray, removing it from Silva’s lap to place it aside on the sheets, making room for her to shuffle closer to Silva on the bed.

However, Silva had a spark of familiarity with the specific date that distracted her from Faith’s enfolding approach.

“Got a special someone to spend some lovin’ on tomorrow, Dep?” asked the gruff, scratchy voice of one of the Guns. The flame-throwing one.

A brief panicked thought erupted in her mind, Why can’t I remember his name? I should know his name! Isn’t it-?!

“Valentines Day,” Silva muttered to herself, the thoughts gone in favor of realizing the day’s significance. She tried to claw on to that memory… the memory of a name, now too blurry to make out what the words were, but just as quickly as it came, it slipped from her grasp. Her eyes returned to Faith when she realized the other woman was straddling her.

In her hazy mind, Silva still recognized the proximity was an intimate gesture that she knew could only be shared between amantes. She remembered sharing her personal space with Irene before-

“I got something for you,” Faith softly told Silva, face ever closer, the smell of citruses invading her nose, strong enough to make her head dizzy. There wasn’t much distance between their faces, nor their lips; a dangerous thought whispered that, if Silva just inched more closer, she could probably capture Faith’s lips in her own.

…Wait, no! I can’t be thinking about kissing Faith Seed! She’s my en-!

Faith pulled out something from behind her, bringing it up between them; it was a small gift box, it’s size fitting on Faith’s palm.

Silva, with an odd hesitance, lightly took the little gift from Faith. There was an Eden’s Gate cross was drawn on the top of it.

The last thing she recalled before her consciousness fell into the familiar sweet darkness was how the dreaded cross looked down on her with a judgement as ferocious as the surrounding flames.

“Open it,” Faith encouraged, a wide and excited smile on her face.

Silva shook away the unprompted visage; somewhere in her mind echoed its insignificance. She followed Faith’s instruction, opening the little box’s lid to reveal-

A bracelet?

That was Silva’s initial thought, considering its design. It looked like a small grey python coiled around, poised to strike. It appeared to be made of a kind of special leather, one she’d expect to find at the Seed’s Ranch.

That thought provoked a glimpse of a familiar bearded man wearing a blue shirt and vest, his grin manic while holding a bloodied screwdriver.

Her hand went to her chest, where the skin had once been exposed. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet and citrus air that put her at ease, she refocused her attention back onto the bracelet.

Inspecting it closer, she noted that it was a bit wide to be a bracelet and came to another conclusion.

“Is it a… choker?” she asked Faith, mildly curious on what compelled Faith to gift her this.

The light brunette stifled a snicker, uncharacteristic of the woman that Silva knew. Or thought she knew…

Regardless, Faith decided to correct Silva, “No, it’s not a choker. Close though. Think of it as… a “special necklace” or rather a pendant. Here, I’ll put it on for you.”

Without so much as a chance to decline, Faith took the pendant out of the box and got Silva to turn around. The way she pressed against her back caused Silva’s cheeks to burn and darken from the contact, but Faith didn’t seem to notice. Not that Silva entirely minded… not while the other woman coiled the necklace around her neck. Almost collaring her, but that thought was shoved away swiftly.

“And done!” Faith exclaimed, skidding back to let her check out the jewellery. Silva noted that it was a bit small, but she could see the chain and embellishment attached to it; she realized it was a love heart with the intricate engravings of a Bliss flower, the chain attached to the mouth of the python.

It was certainly a strange choice of gift, but not one she was against nor unused to wearing.

Wait… where’s my locket? Silva realized her golden necklace was missing. Which shouldn’t be possible. She took special care in ensuring it was close to her. I can’t have lost it! It’s too valuable! It’s the only way to feel close to-!

Silva felt a weight over her shoulders, which happened to be Faith slumping herself onto Silva’s back, wrapping her arms around the taller woman.

“I hope you like it,” Faith murmured into Silva’s dark skin, the vibrations of her voice like a tickle that caused her to shudder, “It made me think of you.”

Before Silva could form a reply, Faith pressed a soft peck on her cheek, much to the surprise of her companion.

She receded to the shell of Silva’s ear, whispering, “Happy Valentines.”

Silva had been trying to make heads and tails of the nature of their relationship, especially with this strange exhausting fog over her mind hindering her ability to even think clearly, but she just got her confirmation.

She was with Faith Seed. I’m with Faith Seed…

She was in the presence of Faith Seed – futilely struggling against the accompanying Peggies guarding the herald with declining strength – the Deputy’s allies were forced to retreat from the fields they’d been ambushed in, leaving Silva at the mercy of the Siren, who drew closer with a closed fist.

Faith wasn’t angry though; in her fist were more of the white powdered Bliss she manufactured in the Henbane. Her expression lacked the emotion too. Displayed across her face was-

“Silva? Is something the matter?” Faith asked her, head on her shoulder from behind. Glancing down, she saw such beautiful green eyes conveying a worry she hadn’t seen for a long while in anyone; at least, anyone close to her.

Silva felt the fog cloud her mind again, and she could almost feel an ache pounding in her skull; like an alarm alerting of danger. But looking around the foliage and mist of the Bliss, Silva could not find the supposed danger her mind screamed was close by. Not near her, not her amour, nor the big bed they shared under the hazy sun.

She tried to remember what she had been thinking about, but couldn’t recall, as if her mind was playing tricks on her again.

“Nothing… just that,” she stammered, thinking on any possibility, before she realized she’d been touching her new necklace, and came up with a different issue, “I didn’t get you a gift.”

Faith giggled, gently tugging Silva so the latter woman could turn around to the former. Once Silva had done as instructed, Faith leaned forward and softly told her, “Having you here is more than enough of a gift for me.”

Soon, she pressed a hand against Silva’s chest and started to tenderly push her down onto the mattress of their shared bed; Faith moving closer until she straddled Silva’s hips, leaning forward above her submissive partner.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Faith began, letting out an elated sigh as she stared down at Silva with such intense green eyes, “The grip you have on me. You never stopped invading my thoughts ever since you arrived. I could never get you out of my head, not when you showed up here, time and time again. There was always more to you than what my brothers could see… than what the Father saw.”

She descended closer to Silva’s face, continuing, “That determination. That fierceness. Most of all that cunning intellect. You’re stronger than you let on. No one’s noticed… no one except me of course.”

Faith smirked above her; a smirk Silva found familiar, something that alarmed her, interested her, left her bothered as she felt hot. She noticed that the sky above them seemed to blur from a visage of the heavens to a cold steel ceiling, the sun more akin to a bright light.

“My brothers don’t see it, or refuse to, but you’re just so… good,” Faith purred out, trailing her fingers down Silva’s face to the necklace, “So worthy of crossing Eden’s Gate. I envy that. Maybe they do too… but that could just be me.”

She giggles, and Silva found herself lost on any action she could do. Her mind seemed foggier than before. Names she knew kept slipping; important details drifting from her conscious thoughts into some sleepless dream.

“They want you though,” Faith kept speaking, even if Silva could no longer infer what exactly she was talking about, “They want you all to themselves, so they can fix you, because they think you’re already broken. But they’ll only end up breaking you instead. I don’t think you’re broken, though. I think you’re perfect. And they’ll only end up corrupting what’s so good about you.”

“But I won’t let them,” her fingers hooked under Silva’s necklace, pulling her up to meet closer to Faith’s delighted face, “Because you’re safe here, with me… in the Bliss.”

“And if they try to take you away from me,” Faith brought her hand up, beckoning a green mist of Bliss to dance around her delicate fingers through will alone, “Even though I would never go against my brothers… I’m sure I can convince them to see from my perspective. Just like those locusts from the prison…”

Faces Silva thought she recognized popped up in her mind’s eye, but they soon blurred into oblivion as all she could see was Faith.

“But it probably won’t come down to that,” Faith assured, dissipating the mist in her hands as she caressed Silva’s cheek with her palm, while her other hand flicked the pendant with that familiar smirk again, “Once they see a glimpse of this, they’ll know to back off.”

Silva recognized a dangerous glint in those green eyes, one which invoked a dying voice in her mind being drowned out by the overwhelming citrus and fog. It pushed her to do anything; anything to defy this, to refuse it. Not accept.

But all Silva could muster out was a soft, slurred question, “What makes you say that?”

In response, Faith lowered herself until they were face to face, lips barely gracing the other. A part of Silva wanted to connect… even if she wasn’t entirely sure that was what she really wanted.

“Because there’s a meaning behind it,” Faith replied, her smirk widening. Too familiar, Silva’s mind screamed as it became less and less clear, Remember, danger!

“And what’s the meaning?” she asked as that smirk reminded Silva of a memory involving it.

Silva could hardly process what came before and next; in no small part thanks to the Bliss ravaging her memories. She remembered just as Faith finally lowered herself to her lips, there was a murmur as they connected, a murmur that synchronized with the same possessive words she whispered to her fading consciousness in the aftermath of the ambush within those Bliss fields.

“You’re mine.”

[digimonadventurezero]

Well...

Not sure how many people are still following this blog, or rather who's still interested on those headcanons + ideas i had in the past...

But Rui's existence goes against ▽ events and i'd like to clarify that i don't think it's a TOTAL RETCON like a ton of people are either celebrating or complaining.

I'd like to give you my own "solution" to keep Maki and Daigo + their group existing in the timeline.

First, the frustrating part about working with ▽ events and them is that there's no information about their respective ages, and we saw them in Uni as well. A friend of mine pointed this out as the biggest problem to use ▽ as it is. You either pick it or 02TB. My research about the said backstory scenes in pt4 led me to discover that... those scenes also are hard to know when they take place.

Not even the ref sheets has a single age or grad to get an approximated age for them, or when those scenes took place. They only state that those two designs are from "Elementary School" and "University" -- but the Elementary grades are not even here!? Unlike the Adv'99 & 02 kids' profiles in their respective series, which listed at least their school grades so you could know they're around their 10s.

But we know the original lore from Adv'99 + 02 -- there were other groups before Taichi & Daisuke's. One of them were depicted in Adv'99 anime and novel -- a group of five kids, and four of them got their partners evolved into the Holy Beasts (according to the Adv'99 novel). This is also used in ▽ pt4, at least. They changed a few details alas, but my point is... Until here it's everything OKAY, right?

The problem starts with the Uni scene and them being Data Bureau agents in 2005. It could mean they're way older than Taichi -- including Rui (who's a leap baby from 1992!) and this would get in conflict with their own Digi-Adventure flashbacks. Many people believed they weren't from the 90s but before the 90s because of that. You could then think they had no relation to the math lore or something, but then the presence of Homeostasis in that cold-opening for pt4 and the digivice model makes things EVEN WORSE to work with.

But like i said, i love both Maki-Daigo and Rui so i want them to co-exist. Hence why i'm believing in a partial retcon in terms of those two's ages. And it's quite recently that we all got more info about the math lore, and more confusing statements in the end...

Anyway, my solution is:

Maki-Daigo's group is indeed the quintet mentioned in Adv'99 & Novels. They were around Adv!Taichi's age when they went to the DW but possibly the other three in the group were either 2 or 3 years older. Maybe they're like the 02 kids, and weren't chosen exactly in the same year? Possibly the oldies were the other 3 who got mons alongside Menoa (she's the same age as Taichi and got her mon in 97), But Daigo and Maki got their mons in 98, alongside other 7 people...? And their Adventure was indeed in 1998.

Daigo's love confession scene has no calendars or anything to point the year he had confessed his love for her, besides being SNOWING outside -- so it's probably Winter. They're said to be Uni students, so my conclusion is...

... That the Data Bureau possibly recruited them around that time, and they're not even in their 30s in ▽? They might be even 19 years old, and only got high roles in the Data Bureau because of their title as Chosen Children and connection with Homeo + Gennai.

They aren't the first ones, but actually they might be the first group of kids who went to the DW instead.

This is my own solution for the problem. Again, I'd prefer to believe in a soft retcon or changes from the events -- in which said events in the timeline weren't presented as it is to us. Therefore i'd prefer to believe my awful people OTP is still alive and they can meet my sad potato someday.

I'd like to simple just retcon their ages from 1998 adventure and make them be 13-14 years old there, so then you could have them be in their twenties when they were recruited by the Data Bureau...

Anyway, i understand when some peeps say they can't make ▽ work with Adv'99/02/Kizuna/02TB as it was presented to the audience, because it's a hard task orz

[yzeltia]

Year of the OTP February

Title: It Made Me Think of You - Bed Sharing Characters: Alphinaud Leveilleur, Jullus pyr Norbanus, Ameliance Leveilleur Rating: T for Teen Summary: Jullus, despite given rules otherwise, cannot resist being reunited Notes: Thanks @just-a-geeky-therapist for beta'ing

Alphinaud stirred lightly from his sleep as he felt warmth about his back. Shifting his pillow, he inhaled, smelling Jullus’s cologne then smiled, thinking himself still in a dream before feeling Jullus’s breath at his neck, making him jolt.

“By the Twelve! You’re lucky I did not scream,” Alphinaud breathed out, trying to steady his breath as he turned in his sheets. “When did you arrive? You know my mother will not approve of you sneaking in.”

 Jullus chuckled softly then leaned down to steal a kiss before resting his forehead against Alphinaud’s. “I came in on the latest trade airship when I wrote you’d be back from Tural for a time. As for your mother, I shall slip out in the morning before I’m noticed and arrive miraculously at the front door just before breakfast can be prepared.”

“I think you greatly underestimate the omnipresence my mother has over the estate,” Alphinaud said, nuzzling in Jullus’s bare chest despite his worry.

“Well, we’ll cross that road when we come to it. We’ve been apart too long. I wanted to be with you as soon as I could,” Jullus responded, stroking  his hand up the back of Alphinaud’s pajama top to rub his back. “Reconstruction is going slow, but hopefully it won’t be long until we make strides in rebuilding our homes and it will be easier for you to visit. Though, nothing stops you now.”

“We agreed that having me pop in all the time will look like Eorzea does not trust Garlemald to rebuild itself,” Alphinaud said, closing his eyes again. “Though, now that things have settled down on my end I will endeavor to find time to visit, covertly.”

“Covertly? I’d like to see that,” Jullus teased.

“I can be covert. I am in league with a famous rogue I’ll have you know!”

Jullus rested his head atop Alphinaud's, finding it closer than he remembered, his boyfriend taller every day it seemed. “And has your famous rogue taken the time to teach you his craft? Or are you saying you’ve mastered stealth just by observation? And if he is being observed so easily could he really be that good of a rogue?”

“It is possible that I could have gained some skills from observation.”

Jullus smirked. “If that were the case, I’d think you’d have become a little more buoyant watching your friends swim.”

A groan escaped Alphinaud, head shaking against the other’s chest. “What did Alisaie tell you? And when!?”

“We exchange letters,” Jullus said before yawning.

“Stop.”

“I can’t help it. It is the middle of the night,” Jullus mumbled. 

“I meant the letter writing.”

Jullus let out a little chuckle, tilting Alphinaud’s chin up. “Scared she’s going to tell on you? Oh no, you’ve found yourself another soldier boy over in Tural? Is he taller than me?”

Alphinaud flushed then bumped his fist on the other’s chest then found himself kissed before he was able to make further objections about his boyfriend and sisters’ correspondence. He lingered, returning the embrace with what energy he had in his drowsy state before working up the will to pull away from Jullus. Flushed, he shook his head and crawled over the other, laying across his chest as he pulled open his bedside drawer. I am hardly managing one paramour. I cannot imagine juggling two.”

Jullus rested his hand on the small of Alphinaud’s back as the other rummaged about in his drawer. Withdrawing, Alphinaud rested against Jullus's shoulder, taking his opposite hand to slide a metallic cuff.

“What's this?” Jullus asked, raising his hand to look at the present in the light from the window, noting a sea coloured stone set in the middle.”

“A cuff I had crafted for you in Tural. The stone is larimar There are small deposits in Coerthas; however, they are far more abundant off two islands just south of Xak Tural. The colour, well, reminded me of your eyes,” Alphinaud explained clumsily.

Jullus admired the cuff briefly then shifted, pulling Alphinaud into his arms properly before giving him a kiss on the forehead. “While I have never really had an occasion to wear something like this before, I will treasure it.”

“It has a practical application. I have stored a bit of my aether in it. If you find yourself in dire straits it will give you a temporary shield. I’ll have to restore it after each use though.”

“An excuse for me to come find you. As if I needed one,” Jullus chuckled before hunkering down under Alphinaud’s blanket properly, keeping the other close under his arm.  

Alphinaud peaked up at Jullus, finding him near instantly asleep. Closing his eyes himself, he rested under the other’s chin, hand on his chest as he felt his heart beat and listened to him breathe until he too found slumber.

Morning -

Jullus roused as the warmth of the sun beat down upon him. He stretched, yawning loudly as he sat up, the aroma of freshly pressed coffee about Alphinaud’s room. Beside him, Alphinaud sat up then felt Jullus frantically patting at his side. “What? What is it,”he whined, looking up to find his mother standing beside the bed, a silver tray in hand with two cups of coffee, sliced bread, and a cup of tea upon it. “M-Mother!”

“Lady Leveilleur! I can explain my presence,” Jullus breathed out, pulling a sheet to cover his base chest.

“Please, call me Ameliance. Your my precious son’s paramour after all,” Ameliance replied, a sweet smile on her face that made both men’s skin crawl. “I thought I might bring you breakfast in bed. A treat for my very grown up men, a grown up breakfast of black coffee and sliced archon loaf.”

“Oh. Well, you didn’t need to go to the trouble of all that. Especially after I broke your rule,” Jullus said, surprised by the gesture, turning to Alphinaud to find him looking absolutely horrified. 

Ameliance hummed then sat the tray on Jullus’s lap before pulling up a chair and taking her tea cup to idly sip from it. “Go on then. Make sure you finish. Though you think yourselves old enough to spend the night with one another, you’ve growing yet to do.”

“Alright then…,” Jullus trailed, swallowing in fear before taking a bite of the bread. He couldn’t quite believe there was something that tasted worse than rations. As ordered, the couple ate through their breakfast. All notions of sneaking in in the future died with Jullus’s taste buds that morning.

[radioactive-earthshine]

O P and W?

O - Choose a song at random, which OTP does it remind you of

I put my massive playlist on shuffle and had my heart ripped out of my chest instantly. This song gets me EVERY. TIME. FUCK.

Bart Allen core.

Lyrics

Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun And the days blur into one And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done

Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline Like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass Was never much, but we made the most Welcome home

Ships are launching from my chest Some have names, but most do not If you find one, please Let me know what piece I've lost

Peel the scars from off my back I don't need them anymore You can throw them out Or keep them in your mason jars I've come home

All my nightmares escaped my head Bar the door, please don't let them in You were never supposed to leave Now my head's splitting at the seams And I don't know if I can…

Here beneath my lungs I feel your thumbs press into my skin again

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas) I'm really interested in a Superboy concept that is an AU (obviously) where instead of the Newsboys breaking him out as a teenager, Jim Harper broke him out when he was at the equivalent age of about 4 and out of desperation to keep him away from Cadmus (Paul Westfield) he smuggled him into Metropolis where he was then put into the foster care system. This was a hush-hush operation organized between Jim and someone else (I am not sure yet). The plan was to legally have him placed with a trusted person but due to the chaos of Superman being dead and the rampant crime in Metropolis, paperwork got sloppy and Kon was then funneled to unintended people and there was nothing they could do about it.

Some key differences here is Kon is more like Superman in that when he was this young he really didn't have ANY powers so everyone just thought he was a normal four year old. The implanted knowledge and behavior was also at what people would expect a four year old would be. Four year old Kon still called himself "Superman" which didn't make anyone think this was unusual, he's four, kids sometimes have nicknames they think is their name, Superman had just died, nothing about it was strange so they passed him off into the system.

And he kept cycling through the system. He's gifted, he's challenging, the state is trying to find out where the fuck his "real parents" are. No one knows anything so he's in a lot of temporary housing. Some good, some okay, and some bad.

Eventually, when he's around 15 he starts manifesting his powers and all hell breaks loose for him and his current housing placement that he doesn't really know what to do with. He runs. He's run away before, but he was caught almost immediately but this time he finds he can run much, much faster. He's always been fit, but this fit?

Other notes about this world- the timeline for the 90s characters is also a little different because Kon got to have a childhood and aged naturally so Tim and Cassie were born earlier as well so they are all the same age. Bart shows up when Kon is about 15 as well. I'm not depriving Kon of his friends.

Concerning his name, agents eventually had to name him, and because he showed up very shortly after Doomsday's attack (they thought maybe his parents died) they decided to give him the last name Kent after Clark Kent who is a beloved reporter and was one of the confirmed casualties. Conner is chosen because they wanted a "C" name but didn't want to use Clark.

Superman does come back to life in this, and Jim never reveals what happened with Kon until reports of a boy who can fly and lift cars with ease start circulating and he knows he has no choice but to talk to him and own up to everything.

W - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

DC: Bart Allen Tolkien: Egalmoth Banana Fish: Sing Star Trek: Captain Pike Astro Boy: President Rag

X

[shoheiakagi]

Unpopular Opinions of Shouhei

so i ended up rambling and added some headcanons cause why not? more under the cut:

Send me shit!

i like romantic! banshou to some extent, but theyre far from my otp. idk, i just dont really feel them in that way. i feel like shouhei/eric and bandou/chitose have better potential, despite not having much screentime together

when there used to be some blogs that would headcanon him to be gay just bc idk he wasnt seen thirsting over any girl like bandou and chitose lol. at the end of the day ppl are entitled to their headcanons bc this is a fictional character we're talking about, but idk i remember those blogs being fully convinced that he was gay just for that reason and it rubbed me the wrong way cause wow when was the last time you went outside and interacted with ppl

i do think looks matter to some degree for him when it comes to relationships and/or hook ups. i dont think hes as shallow as chitose, and i dont think looks would be a major deal breaker for a relationship, but i see him as someone who takes care of his own appearance, so of course he would also want someone who takes care of their appearance as well

when ppl make him to be this 100% nice and sunshine character -_- like, granted hes a very minor character with little depth, but i dont like it when ppl reduce him to that one character trait. especially when the manga and anime shows that hes very impulsive, impatient, a little selfish at first, can be a little skeptical at times, and was not hesitant to terrorize a high school with the rest of the gang. his character sheet even stated that he dropped out of high school bc he hung out with the wrong crowd, unlike some of the other members who actually did graduate from high school.

okay but let me just gloat a little about how a couple of my headcanons about him ended up being true! i remember making this post about shouhei probably being in a gang or the wrong crowd before he joined homra cause from the get go, he had his left ear pierced (which is apparently frowned upon in Japanese society and is associated with thugs and shit) and owned a motorcycle, only to be proven right years later when his character sheet stated that he dropped out of high school and hung out with the wrong crowd! shouhei being the more romantic one out of homra? his poeback chapter showed him holding the reader's hand while she was cupping his face, him blushing at her, him shoving chitose away when he tried to flirt with the reader, etc. shouhei being into girls more on the sweet and girly side? that one nickname audio drama where him, bandou, and yata were making up scenarios on how homra would be like now that anna was their king, and he had this idea that anna would be this sweet, delicate princess surrounded by the protective homra knights who are also fighting for her attention. although ngl i didnt like the part about the boys fighting for anna cause shes a minor and like their little sister (daughter, in kusanagi's case), so i wish k would stop pulling that shit (the amount of times chitose would be making some sort of suggestive comment about her)

while he would never cheat and would never want his partner to cheat on him, he has no problem being someone else's side dude

he's a little more possessive and territorial than he lets on. he would probably be the type who needs to set personal boundaries with his friends when he gets into a relationship, and not understand if his s/o gets jealous, but once he sees his s/o getting hit on by someone else?? oh its a wrap

[whoneedscanon]

me: [tries to woo Brie by writing stories about various lifetimes together inspired by from another room edits]

[rafyki]

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[tessa-liam]

Smoke and Mirrors

Smoke and Mirrors 

Chapter 4: As the Smoke Clears 

Book: The Royal Romance Finale AU 

Series Premise: Hidden in the shadows, poised to challenge the status quo are enemies of the state. The loyalties and honesty of family and of friends will be tested. ‘Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.’ 

Catch up: Smoke and Mirrors Masterlist  

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks-Rys, OTP ‘LiRi’ 

2nd Pairings: Leo Rys x Amalas, Drake Walker x F!OC Delaney Leigh 

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except Delaney Leigh and Officer Cossoy 

Rating: M🔞*Series Warnings: NSFW material, sexual innuendo, adult language/swearing/drinking 

Category: Alternate Universe/on-going series/angst/fluff 

Words: 1821, Read: 8 minutes 

Chapter 4: As the Smoke Clears 

Chapter Summary: Celebrating Valentine’s Day of lovers, family, and/or friends. The search for Lena continues in Monterisso. Not Beta'd-please excuse all errors. 

A/N1: @choices-february2023 @lucy-268 #choicesfebruary2023 #choices monthly challenge Day18- Romance|Seafood|Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse – Music Inspiration 

A/N2: @choicesficwriterscreations #cfwc valentine 2023 Prompt, Here and Now – OTP celebrates with their kids 

A/N3: @choicesflashfics Week #20, Prompt #3 - “Are you flirting or starting a fight?” 

A/N4: @peonierose – Thank you for the picture/prompt 

Royal Chambers, Cordonian Palace 

It was an early Tuesday morning and Riley was taking full advantage of the terrace overlooking the gardens. Sipping her coffee, she relished her quiet time. 

It’s Valentine’s Day.  

...and today, her focus will be on her family. 

Starting with baking home-made chocolate chip cookies that were now cooling on the counter. Promising to help Ellie with her Valentine gift for her father, she made one of the cookies into a giant heart for her to create and decorate her gift for Liam. The royal kitchen prepared 3 colors of royal icing for the princess to help her complete her decorating project. 

For Liam, Riley has a surprise romantic dinner planned on the royal yacht tonight. A surf and turf feast with all his favorite dishes, prepared by the chef, cruising under the moonlight. 

They had been planning a trip to Monterisso since finding out about the possible missing sister/fugitive, ‘Lena.’ The timing could not be more perfect for sailing, rather than flying to the island. Leo was already there with Amalas; Leo being the King’s representative involved with the search led by Interpol. 

“Mm mm... what have we got here?” The sound of Liam’s deep groan caught her attention. 

Riley turned to look inside the kitchen and saw him take a bite into a cookie. 

“Hey, you,” she walked into the kitchen, smiling. 

“Is this for me?” He grinned, staring at the huge heart she made. 

“Yes! Yes, it is.” Riley smiled wide at his expression. Shaking her head, “it is part of Ellie’s Valentine gift for you. Do not touch, not yet!” 

“Ellie wants to surprise you at lunch after your meeting by personally delivering it to you in your study.” 

“This is my favorite kind of cookie," he said, reaching to grab another before turning back to her. “I’ll take care of these. You go finish your breakfast.”  

“Ha, ha, your majesty,” Riley chuckled. Don’t take too many cookies back to your study with you.” 

“Oh, and love.... bonne saint valentin a l’amour de ma vie.” Liam lifted her hand to kiss and then twirled her around. Riley reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered, “buon san valentino all’amore della mia vita,” followed by a deep kiss. 

*** 

Leigh Townhouse, Capital 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Drake!” Delaney rolled underneath the bed sheets to her side to face her boyfriend coming out of the bathroom after his shower. His eyes were closed, and she smiled at how cute he looked with his wet hair sticking up all over his head and a towel wrapped around his waist. He opened his eyes and gave her a grin.  

Walking to the bed, he bent down to whisper, “hey baby,” wrapping his arms around her and kissing her lips. Delaney smiled up at him as she laid there feeling safe and secure with the man she loved. 

“I love you,” she told him as he kissed her again. 

Drake sighed happily, “I love you too. Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

He pulled himself away from her and headed towards the closet. 

“Wait, what are you doing?” Delaney asked playfully as she watched him pull out his boxers from the drawer. 

“Getting dressed....” 

“Well, I thought that since you came out of the shower wearing nothing but your towel,” Delaney replied teasingly.  

Drake smiled back at her as he sat down on the bed next to her. He reached under the sheet to pull her bottom close to him. “And how do you know I wasn’t wearing anything?” 

Delaney blushed. “Umm...well...” She looked away, embarrassed. 

“Well, what?” he asked again, playing along with her. 

“Well, you know I didn’t see much of you last night.” 

Drake laughed. “I’m sure there was plenty to see.” 

He looked down at Delaney's expression and she did not look happy. “Are you flirting or starting a fight?”  

“A little bit of both?” Delaney replied frustrated. 

“Drake, it's the best answer I can give you right now. 

It is Valentine's Day! I thought you could stay home today with me, but instead you are going out.” 

“Baby, after the council meeting, I am coming right back here with your Valentine gift.” Drake replied with a grin. 

*** 

King’s Study, Cordonian Palace 

“Are you ready, princess?” Riley asked Ellie as they walked hand in hand down the hallway to deliver Liam’s valentine gift. 

As they approached his door, the royal guards bowed. 

Ellie raised her hand and tapped. When she heard her father's voice say, “come in,” a royal guard opened the door for Ellie and Riley. 

“Daddy!” Ellie rushed in and went around his desk. Liam picked her up and placed her on his knee.  

“Well, hello princess,” he said, smiling at her. 

“Oh Daddy, Happy Vawindines Day! I brought you a present.” Ellie handed him the giant heart-shaped cookie she had personally decorated. 

Liam kissed her cheek, “Happy Valentine’s Day, my little love. Thank you so much, will you help me eat it?” 

Ellie nodded excitedly as he placed the giant cookie on his desk. 

Riley was watching the exchange between the two of them as she sat down on the sofa. 

Liam looked over at Riley and winked. 

“Princess, I have Valentine's Day presents for you and mommy, too.” 

Her eyes lit up and she clapped her hands. 

“Tonight, after your lesson, we are going on a boat. That is where I put them. And guess where we are going on that boat?” 

Ellie furrowed her brows, and asked, “where, Daddy?” 

“To visit Micaela in Monterisso.” 

*** 

Royal Yacht, enroute to Monterisso 

After getting Ellie settled into her bed for the night, Riley changed into her evening cocktail dress. 

As the servers placed platters of crab legs, scallops, and calamari on the table, the chef set down individual plates of steak and lobster for each.

The music played softly in her ears as she walked out onto the deck after dinner. Standing there, she felt like she was floating on air. A smile spread across her face when she felt Liam’s hand gently stroke her bare back. 

“You look so beautiful tonight, my Queen,” he whispered, as he leaned forward for a kiss. 

“Thank you,” Riley deepened the kiss. 

“Come dance with me,” he said, taking her hand. 

As they moved effortlessly to the music, Delaney watched from the window, sitting at the dining table inside. It was the most romantic setting she had ever seen. 

“What are you thinking about?” Drake asked her, but he was fairly sure he already knew. 

“It must be hard being married to a King. But Riley makes it look so easy.” 

“Well, Riley is an incredibly unique woman.” Drake said in reverence. 

Delaney raised an eyebrow, waiting for Drake to continue. 

Riley noticed Delaney watching them, as the song ended. 

“Let us join Drake and Delaney inside, we still have dessert to eat.” Riley smiled as Liam kissed her hand. 

“After you, love,” Liam gently turned Riley to go inside. 

As Liam went inside to sit down at the dining table, Riley met with the chef to begin dessert service. 

“Delaney, I hope you are enjoying yourself.” Liam enquired. 

“I am. I have never been on a yacht before.” 

“Li, this is a 5-star resort on water. Thank you for including Delaney and I on this cruise.” 

“Oh yes, especially on Valentine’s Day,” Delaney exclaims. 

Riley smiled. “No problem, we are happy you could join us.” 

As the servers set their desserts in front of them, Liam squeezed Riley’s hand. “My love, you always indulge me.” 

Delaney took her first bite of the baklava, “this is delicious.” 

Drake grins at Liam and lifts his glass to propose a toast. 

“To great food and good friends.” 

*** 

As the evening progressed, Liam and Drake moved to the outside deck to discuss the game plan on the search for Lena.  

While Riley and Delaney went to the lounge area of the yacht. 

Both women being American, shared that commonality, but moreover, Riley wanted Delaney to feel comfortable in Cordonia. Since Liam and Drake are best friends, Delaney will be included with Royal court functions that Drake attends. 

“So, how did you meet Drake?” Riley asked, as she sipped her infused sparkling water. 

“We were in college together, about 10 years ago, at the University of Houston. I really liked him, so when he left to come back here, I tried to stay in contact, but I lost touch with him.” Delaney explained. 

“That must have been difficult for you. How did you eventually find him?” Riley asked. 

“I went to student services and found his forwarding address information. I kept trying to get in contact with him hoping he would remember me. He finally called me one day and it turned out that we reconnected after all those years.” Delaney sighed. 

“Yes, you were here at Halloween last Fall.” Riley smiled. 

Delaney grinned, “yes.... he was so sweet!” 

“Now, let’s talk about you. Drake told me that you had some very bad experiences when you came to Cordonia. 

Riley laughed, “where do I begin?” 

Drake murmured to Liam, “should I be worried?” Liam replied, “man, you are so screwed.” His laugh bellowed and Riley looked up to him with a smirk, hearing his comment. 

As Liam and Drake walked inside the yacht, they both took notice of the blossoming friendship of Riley and Delaney.  

*** 

Translations:  “bonne saint valentin a l’amour de ma vie.” 

~ Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life en francais 

“buon san valentino all’amore della mia vita”  

~ Happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life, in Italiano 

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Leo & Amalas @twinkleallnight

[villain-sympathizer]

here it is!! the dumb cringe thing ive been working on instead of my actual college work lmao

i absolutely ADORE these otp form things, they itch that lil adhd scratch in my brain that loves filling out forms for my characters

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[the original blank sheet can be found here!!] the op changed their twitter handle but its still the same source!

some explanations on their dynamics and backstory under the cut!!

SO. God I think about these idiots so damn much, its insane.

First off, their history:

I have my own lil headcanon (and excuse to merge my own bnha universe with the canon one lmao) that U.A has collaborations with other top Heroics schools across the world to have similar Hero Course curriculums. That way they can avoid drastic differences in heroics styles if heroes need to work internationally (for example, instances like in World Heroes Mission).

Because of this, I think U.A used to have exchange programs with specific countries every-other year before their security cracked down on itself. For one semester, hero students from the American branch would come to U.A to learn alongside their respective class level (meaning American "Juniors" would work with Japanese "Second years"), and at the end of the semester, the Japanese branch would then learn in America for the second semester.

This is likely how Dani and Mirai met, as Dani - once she becomes a Pro Hero - enjoys volunteering her time to assist with the local Heroics high school that she used to attend, and thus jumps at the idea of joining in on one of their bi-yearly exchange trips. It also gives her an excuse to visit her father and sister, who live in Deika after her parents' divorce.

It was no doubt when Mirai was All Might's sidekick, and of course would tail him whenever he wished to "check in" on all the "future pros" training at U.A (aka, he misses his high school years sometimes and this event gives him an excuse to drop in).

Taken by Dani's overall cheery, bubbly, and slightly ditzy personality, as well as her ability to put up a rather good spar with All Might himself - still losing, but proving to be a formidable opponent - it was no wonder Mirai decided to strike up conversation with her. Besides, she seemed to be close with other Pro Heroes like Present Mic, Eraserhead, Midnight, and Best Jeanist, so there had to be more to her. As it turns out, she used to be in this program as well, and trained alongside the aforementioned heroes back when they were baby-cheeked rookies in U.A.

Dani totally won him over with her sense of humor, kindness, and overall open disposition. All Might seemed to approve of her too, which would always be the make-or-break reason for Nigheye. They exchange contact info, spend time together whenever Dani was in the country, and hung out together alongside the other Pros.

It was no wonder when Dani's little sister, Adelynn, got into U.A and was accepted into Nighteye's internship program. Every. Year. He'll tell you it's not favoritism, but we all know it is.

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Their lil symbols:

Dani's is a star, because her name is Slavic/Germanic for Morning Star! Her and her siblings have this celestial theme going: Dani is a star, Adelynn is the moon, and Sunna is the sun!

Nighteye's is based off his eye shape when he uses his quirk!

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Checkbox explanations:

[Confesses first / Initiates first kiss:] This is Dani, I would say, only because she's more bold and open when it comes to her feelings or emotions. Sure, Mirai is someone who is bold and speaks his mind too, but I think we can agree this man will never in his life bring up his feelings first unless it's absolutely dire, or prompted by someone else. So of course, Dani's the one to take the initiative, something Mirai notices is a trait both her and Adelynn share.

[Says "I love you" first:] Despite Mirai being emotionally constipated, like stated above, I feel like he's the one to say it and truly, deeply mean it in a romantic, 'I want to be with you forever' kind of way. Dani, having grown up in Western society, is comfortable telling her family and friends that she loves them all the time - it's just instinct to let them know they mean a lot to her! As far as their relationship goes, Dani's said "Love you!" to Mirai plenty of times, but they both know that it's in that platonic close-friends way, at least until they feel the time is right to fully confess their love. And that's what Mirai does, likely letting it slip while seeing Dani off at the airport after one of her visits.

[Big spoon:] Mirai, a majority of the time. I mean look at this gangly-ass mf, he could wrap around Dani like a cocoon if he tried. However, there are rare times when Dani finishes a patrol in the early, early mornings when Mirai is still asleep, and she'll crawl into bed and spoon him instead.

[Worrier:] DANI, NO CONTEST. Blame 'eldest sister' syndrome on this one, having grown up always looking after Adelynn (before she moves away) and then Sunny. It doesn't help that anxiety runs in the family, too. Mirai can worry sometimes, like if Dani's late from a mission or patrol, the typical stuff, but never on the level of Dani's downright separation anxiety. There is the rare chance that Mirai catches a glimpse of something in her future that worries him, and he practically hovers around her constantly, taking away things or restricting her options to try and lessen the chance of disaster, like a mother with her first-born infant.

[Better w/ money:] Mirai. Not that Dani is bad with money, per say, just that she's a bit of a philanthropist when she has the opportunity to be. Hell, nearly all of Adelynn and Sunny's tuitions were paid by Dani's Pro Hero salary, and she still had more than needed for herself left over. Mirai's also clearly a natural-born desk jockey and instinctually takes charge of any budgeting.

[More experienced:] Dani's had more relationship experience in the past, and likely more sexual experience too. Mirai's just never had the time or interest in that stuff, not till he grew attached to the shadow hero. However, after an incident in college, she grew more reserved in her willingness to date/have one night stands, and instead focused on her career and potential relationship with Mirai.

[Wakes up first:] Now this question is all based on perspective, cause the two of them work literally opposite timeframes of each other. Mirai works that typical 7am to 5pm white-collar shift, running his own agency and all. But Dani, due to the nature of her quirk, works from 10pm to about 5 or 6am, the only exception being Thursday nights so that she can volunteer to teach that next Friday. So sure, Mirai gets up first in the traditional sense, but technically it's Dani who wakes up far before him.

[Steals blankets:] DANI LMAO. She inherited the low-circulation that comes with her quirk from her dad, and runs pretty cold in her hands and feet. It's pretty normal for Mirai to wake up with only a corner of the blankets on him yet. He combats this by just gluing himself to Dani when they're sharing a bed, a win-win.

[Speaks more:] Dani again, but only because she tends to be too friendly and strike up conversations and ramble due to obviously undiagnosed ADHD. Think of a mom who just has to talk to every person she knows at the grocery store, regardless of their connection.

[Normally cooks:] In the off-chance they have the time to have dinner at home, it's always Mirai taking the lead. Dani's cooking skills growing up were mixed: her father was a good cook and loved to teach his little girls, but her mother was a bit of a perfectionist and REFUSED to let anyone help with cooking. Since the divorce, Dani's father was never around to teach her as much as he taught Adelynn, so Dani's a bit of a disaster when it comes to cooking. It's hilarious to them both, but she agrees that Mirai takes control in the kitchen. Though, after the raid incident, and Mirai looses an arm, Dani takes it upon herself to learn to cook in order to help out.

[Apologizes first:] Even if she wasn't in the wrong, Dani will always apologize first, at the very least for arguing. Once again it's likely because of her anxiety (and strained home life as a kid), and how she doesn't want to make people mad or upset at her, despite not giving a flying fuck about her reputation or ranking. So for her to apologize first, no matter what, is kind of her way of inadvertently saying "Please don't be mad at me anymore".

[Ticklish:] BOTH, HANDS DOWN. Dani is by no means immune to tickling, Mirai's proven that plenty of times totally not through fetish means. But Mirai himself, however, is just as ticklish, if not more. Dani found this out after taking advantage of his shirtless form one night as a means of revenge, and it was like she found the holy grail of blackmail.

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Their songs:

VOID - By Lil Nas X [[Yes, I know this one is about LNX's experience with being a gay man, and I'm not trying to take away from that! But without that context I feel like it can fit well for these two.]]

God, this song is so raw and emotional to me, I actually cried a few times when I first heard it just cause it's that GOOD when you really think about it.

For the most part, I see it in the perspective of Dani, admitting her feelings of depression and loneliness despite always being cheery and upbeat around others. She's constantly separated from the comfort of her friends and family in Japan, and clearly seeing that as a true "home" to her than her life in America. Each time she visits and leaves, it's almost as if she's 'running away from home'.

"Oh, Blue, I love you too But today, I'm gonna run away from home"

Now this next line is what REALLY defines them, and what I focus on every time I project them into this song:

I find it hard to get Way too hard to live Tell me what you know Now before I go

I see this taking place after Mirai sees his potential death, keeping quiet about it, but is obviously worried or saddened by something. The next time he sees Dani off at the airport after a visit, she tells him he's clearly upset by something deeper than just her departure. When Mirai denies it and assures her nothings wrong, she immediately knows he must have saw something with his quirk, and asks he tell her what it is before she leaves again. Mirai doesn't tell her, but she gets her answer in the form of an international news report and a rather forlorn call from Toshinori.

The second verse I've only just recently thought harder about, and boy, it makes me almost cry sometimes LMAO

Basically, this next part would take place in the canon universe, where Mirai dies, rather than my au where he survives but with many life-changing injuries:

Oh, I weep through the night Can't find a love who loves me the same Or as much as you do [...] See, I'm getting tired of the way I've been living I'd rather die than to live with these feelings [...] It's too many ups and downs on the ride I spent inordinate 'mounts of time Trapped in a lonely, loner life Looking for love where I'm denied

After losing so many people who were close to her, like Oroboro, her father, Mirai, and Midnight - I can see Dani becoming more reckless and careless with her wellbeing, going through times where she doesn't really care if she dies on a mission or during an attack. This of course never happens, and her sisters manage to convince her to seek help for herself. But the pain and the loneliness never really go away, and in fact, grow worse.

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everything i wanted - By Billie Eilish [tw for suicide mentions/eluding to suicide in the song]

This ones a bit of a given if you've heard it before, but of course I'm going to put a different spin on the song's context for the sake of these two:

The song's about Billie's struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts, how the worry of not being enough or the idea of everyone hating her plagued her mind to the point it manifested in her dreams - however, her brother Finneas was always there for her, and was who she went to to discuss her troubling dream.

In terms of Dani and Mirai, this is once again in the perspective of Dani, with Mirai being the one to assure her and provide comfort.

Danica faced a troubling past and even worse present due to her quirk being seen as "malicious" and fearing the public hates her for it, despite being the #3 Pro Hero in America. She's also put under the stress of what likely every Pro Hero goes through, the feeling of needing to save everyone or else people will berate her for not being a 'true hero'.

'Cause everybody wants something from me now And I don't wanna let 'em down

This is even more prevalent after she learns what Adelynn went through in the psychiatric penitentiary and then the "reformatory camp" after a mishap with her quirk, especially since Dani had the ability to take her out from it - had she known what was happening.

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Comedy - By Bo Burnham

This ones much more lighthearted, and can be seen from both perspectives.

Dani originally wanted to be a comedic musician, or at the very least a musician, but unfortunately was coerced into heroics when her school subtly threatened to have her "reformed" if she couldn't learn to control or use her quirk for something "useful" (aka they threatened her to work for the hero commission since her quirk was useful).

After meeting Mirai, who also enjoyed comedy and making others smile and laugh, it was a breath of fresh air for the both of them to find someone who shared their ideals: making people happy, if only for a moment.

Healing the world with comedy Making a literal difference, metaphorically I swore I'd never be back, and now, I'm back on my feet And I'm healing the world with comedy

This line at the very end hits me every time I hear it, because it pretty much sums up Dani's attitude after she thought she'd never be able to make music again when she became a Pro Hero. Thankfully, after sustaining injuries that required weeks or months to heal - numerous times, mind you - Dani realized that she can spend that time working on her original passion: comedic music.

[dragonsbone]

all evens for ronnie & eddie 💕

thank u sm!! this was so long but so worth it

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2.) what would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? if ronnie had the nightmare, eddie would have her sit up with him and gently rub her arms/back to calm her down. he's not the best when it comes to comforting, but his presence is enough to pull her back down to earth. if she still was still on edge, he would ask if she'd want some weed to unwind, which they'd share together. if eddie had the nightmare, ronnie's quick to action. she'll have eddie focus on her, controlling his erratic breathing to match hers, and have him relax. would 100% cup his face and stroke his cheeks with the pad of her thumbs, softly telling him he's okay and it was just a nightmare. once he'd calm down, eddie would just collapse into her embrace and she would hold him, rub his back, and stroke his hair until they fall back asleep.

4.) which one is more protective? who needs to be "protected"? both are extremely protective of each other. they come from different social climates, so they both had their fair share of defending each other. if i had to choose, ronnie would be more protective bc lord knows eddie needs some protection lol. 6.) who would beg the other not to leave? who has to leave to protect the other? okay see, now this is why the previous question was so hard bc this one is so obviously eddie leaving to protect ronnie. not just bc of the s4 finale, but eddie literally has put their relationship in jeopardy bc of other instances where he thought he was protecting her. so they definitely go back and forth on protecting each other and being so fucking stubborn about it. 8.) what happens if one of them gets sick? if ronnie were sick, eddie would refuse to have her do anything. he would keep her in his bed at all times, make chicken noodle soup, and check on her a little too much to the point where she's more sick of him than the stupid little cold she has. definitely a little overbearing, but it's all out of love of course. if eddie were sick, ronnie is basically his nurse. she would be so adamant on him taking his cold medication on the dot, make sure he drinks plenty of water to stay hydrated, and would haul his ass out of bed to take a shower bc it'll help. clean his godforsaken sheets, tidy his room, and pick out a change of clothes for him. eddie would whine to her constantly, but he genuinely appreciates the amount of love and care she has for him. would 100% toss in a flirty little comment here and there to throw her off her nurse-rhythm. 10.) describe their first date. this would be months after they've become friends and have grown from their prejudice of each other. even though they’re so comfortable with each other, their first date starts out EXTREMELY awkward. mainly on eddie’s part because he thinks he’ll scare ronnie off at any second since he’s not the type of guy she usually dates. they to go a drive in on their first date, which was ronnie’s idea and sh refused to disclose any information on what movie they’re watching. and when eddie finds out they’re watching sixteen candles, he’s whining and complaining for like the first ten minutes of the film. but over the course of the movie, they start to relax a bit more, joke around in between funny scenes, and eddie does get a little too invested in the movie. and once it’s over,  they go back to the trailer and he talks about the movie the entire car ride back. but anyways, it’s a cute little first date. 12.) do they have many heated arguments? how do they smooth things over? oh boy oh boy, they definitely do! not many, per se, but they definitely had a few big blow ups. it was more frequent before they became friends bc of how much they despised each other. when they become friends/develop a relationship, it's a lot less w/ more emotional weight. since they're both so stubborn or too concentrated on their feelings, they would fight tooth & nail until they got the last word. after a fight, both need a bit of time to cool down. depending on how bad it is, they would be giving each other the silent treatment for up to a week until they're able to revisit it. never leave a fight completely unresolved. once they're able to have a mature conversation and apologize, they would immediately fall back into each other's arms and be all happy/lovey dovey again. 14.) how do their personalities compliment each other? how do they clash? well, ronnie is a leo and eddie is an aquarius. that in itself is a recipe for disaster. but once they develop an understanding, they do mesh very well together. they're both outgoing, energetic people, who are unapologetically themselves. their personalities bring out the best in each other. 16.) can they stay up all night just talking? oh definitely. they are both night owls and can talk for hours without a moment of silence until they're too tired to formulate coherent sentences. they just have so much fun whenever they're together that they never want a moment to end. 18.) how likely are they to have fur babies? how many and what kind? eddie would 1000% find a stray cat and claim it as theirs without a moment of hesitation. it would be a black cat and he would name him "geezer" after geezer butler from black sabbath. ronnie obviously had no say in the name.

20.) choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. not accurate to the time period at all, but definitely tied between thats the way i loved you by taylor swift and the king by conan gray. 22.) what reminds each of their partner? what reminds eddie of ronnie: skirts, roses, white boots, lace ( specifically lingerie ), strawberry milkshakes, the color red, gold jewelry, tennis, sweet perfume, and madonna. what reminds ronnie of eddie: heavy metal, silver rings, cigarettes, weed, denim, guitars, curly hair, fantasy books ( specifically tolkien ), and chains.  24.) who’s more likely to give the other a massage? eddie is so fucking touchy so he'll 100% just give a massage out of nowhere as an excuse to touch ronnie. not like he needed an excuse anyways bc ronnie thrives on his touch. 26.) what are their vices? to keep this more pg-13, i'm just gonna say cigarettes, weed, and alcohol.

28.) what are their thoughts on pet names? do they have any? oh jesus, we all know how much eddie loves pet names. ronnie didn't at first, but she grows to love it from eddie. he obviously coined her nickname "ronnie", but he also calls her princess, sweetheart, short stuff, m'lady, beautiful, and plenty more. ronnie doesn't have nearly as many, but she called him "cute" one time and since then she'll sometimes refer to him as cutie. or she'll annoy him and call him edward, which he HATES so much. 30.) your otp gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing? for ronnie, eddie would pick the shortest fucking skirt she owns and of course he goes with her signature color red. he would take a really old iron maiden tee that no longer fits him, distress and crop it so it would fit her nicely, and have her wear a pair of black heels bc lord knows he loves it when he takes those off at the end of the night. and to pair it off, his leather jacket without the dio vest. it is a look that eddie would literally kill to see her in ( and to tear off ). for eddie, ronnie would 100% get this man in a crop top. it's the 80s, let these men wear fucking crop tops. a plain white crop top with short sleeves, his dio vest, light wash jeans with all his chains, and would tie his hair back in a low bun with face framing pieces. also lots of rings and eyeliner of course. 32.) who’s the better story teller? eddie, hands down. that man is not a dm for nothing. 34.) who’s more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush? do i really need to explain this one?? obviously, eddie fucking munson. he usually starts it, but ronnie will definitely turn the tables on him and have him get all flustered. 36.) who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry? 10000000% eddie. ronnie would offhandedly say she's craving some food and eddie would throw himself off his bed to make her something. 38.) who is more sexually experimental? who’s more vanilla? well, they're both experienced, but,,, yannoe,,, eddie is definitely wayyyyy more experimental and ronnie is more than happy to follow along. 40.) who has an insatiable appetite? and what does the other do to help? eddie is always fucking hungry so ronnie always offers to grab food for him or she packs extra snacks. homegirl is always prepared for her mans. 42.) what’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.) as extraverted as they are, they’re both are lowkey homebodies. they do enjoy thunderstorms so they have an excuse to stay in bed all day and just enjoy each other’s company. 44.) who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? would the other join in or watch from the doorway? oh eddie would definitely start with a little bit of moves here and there and ronnie would just laugh her ass off at him. then, eddie would pull her in and get her to dance with him and just be goofballs together. 46.) would they get frisky at the movies by themselves? ….. yes. 100%. unless it’s a new movie that one or both have been waiting for so the friskiness would be put on hold until they make it back to eddie’s van. 48.) who’s the better driver? ronnie. no ifs, ands, or buts. eddie is a maniac in his van and ronnie refuses to ever let him drive her car. 50.) who’s more likely to do something out of spite? oh, ronnie hands down!!! homeboy is the queen of spite. you ask her to not do something and she will absolutely do the opposite. no one can tell her what to do. 52.) describe their weekend getaway? they would 100% go on a road trip to another state for a heavy metal concert! eddie is blasting music the whole way, him and ronnie stopping at every destination along the way and taking polaroids, eating at local restaurants, and what not. definitely take turns while driving so they can get a chance to sleep for a bit. once they get to the venue, they’re having a blast with the music, drinking, and just having a good fucking time. will definitely have sex in the van after the concert and then head home the next day. 54.) who’s more likely to carry the other to bed? obviously eddie. he will treat her like royalty!!! 56.) what do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood? all ronnie has to do to turn eddie on is just wearing a skirt. homeboy loses all form of self control when he sees her long legs like he is a goner. also when she really wants to be a tease, she'll sit on his lap in public and he just goes completely still and ronnie will just bat her eyelashes all innocently like she had absolutely no idea what she's doing to him. to turn ronnie on, if eddie is even wearing a smidge of eyeliner, she’s ready to tear his clothes off. and watching him perform too is something she never expected to be so hot and intense. 58.) who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument? well, it depends on the argument. they’re both stubborn, but i think eddie is a slightly more likely to hold a grudge. but when the argument is resolved on both sides, eddie lets it go immediately like he doesn’t hold on to it any more than necessary. 60.) who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping? EDDIE!!!! HOMEBOY’S LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH!!!!

[lit-in-thy-heart]

2, 7, 8, 17, 25 and *gasp* Merwaincelot for the otp asks? 🤣💕

of course, thank you for the ask! 💕 (and i'm sorry for the delay, this ask somehow got lost in my notes rip)

2. Big spoon/little spoon?

There is no spooning. You are lucky to get a spot in the bed if your name is Lancelot because Merlin, after spending most of his life sleeping on the floor, is prone to spreading and Gwaine has a habit of tangling himself in the sheets in the attempt to cling to something. Dusk hits and it's every person for themselves to obtain the best spot in the bed (right in the dip in the middle, where maximum chaos can be caused for the other two occupants) and Lancelot nearly always ends up making a nest at the bottom of the bed out of spite, though he always swears that he doesn't mean to clip Gwaine’s and Merlin’s faces with his heel...

7. What's the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for each other?

For Merlin, it's physical contact and it's relatively easy to do it unnoticed: discreetly brushing against their shoulders when he leans over their chairs at meetings and meal times to talk to them. He does it subtly, taking their goblets perhaps a little too eagerly so that their fingers brush, or offering to push in their chairs so that his hand just grazes against their thighs as he retracts.

Lancelot, when he realises, can't stop smiling every time he sees them -- which does mean some interesting excuses are made for when Arthur asks him why he's broadly grinning in the middle of a training session when he's talking about nearly being bludgeoned to death by bandits. He goes out of his way to see if both Gwaine and Merlin need help with anything, just so he can spend more time with them with an excuse.

Gwaine doesn't go to the tavern for a straight month, initially thinking that it's only because Lancelot and Merlin are usually the ones to take care of him or treat him more kindly than the others when he has a hangover and he just associates them with healing and gentleness. Over that month he does realise that he associates them with healing and gentleness, but there is no 'just' about it. He then starts flirting outrageously with both of them in the hopes that his mind will realise that he does not want these jokes to come true. Safe to say that does not work in ridding his feelings, but does manage to make Merlin and Lancelot incredibly flustered...until Lancelot decides to start flirting back and training session are a nightmare.

8. Nicknames? If so, how did they originate?

Lancelot gets called 'Lance' by both Gwaine and Merlin. After travelling to Ealdor for a few days, they were attacked and Gwaine called that instead of Lancelot’s full name. There were some words exchanged after they were safe, including Gwaine stating how Lancelot hadn't frozen in anticipation for the rest of his name and had actually heeded Gwaine’s advice and ducked, so therefore he had recognised 'Lance' as his name. Merlin had then made a joke about easily being able to name another part of Lancelot 'Lance' if Lancelot didn't want it connected with his face. Gwaine had started laughing and Lancelot had swept up an armful of leaves and thrown them at them both, but had then admitted a nickname would be easier when fighting.

Gwaine also calls both of them 'my love' and Merlin is also known as Merigold (that is not a typo by the way) (the origin of that will be revealed soon -- spoilers).

Lancelot calls Gwaine 'my love' and Merlin 'my light' because of the way his eyes light up when doing magic.

Merlin has a very specific way of saying Gwaine’s name in tender moments that sends Gwaine’s heart into palpitations.

17. Who says I love you first?

Lancelot. Granted, he says it in the midst of a fever to both Gwaine and Merlin, who refuse to leave him for a week, and doesn't actually remember saying it when he's recovered. However, upon finding out that he did say it, he reasserts the declaration when he's not suffering from a fever.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Gwaine needs assurance that they won't leave him but will never admit it (Lance and Merlin are sure to provide it at every opportunity, usually through small gestures that indicate they're constantly thinking of him). Merlin needs assurance that he's not putting them in danger, which Lance and Gwaine provide by being sure to show him what they've learnt each week (Merlin also does not complain about that because he finds seeing them both fight incredibly attractive). Lancelot will also never admit that he's constantly worried that he's not good enough for either of them and doesn't deserve them, to which Merlin and Gwaine draw up a chart of all the dumb things they've done and how Lancelot was able to help them get away with the dumb things or picked up the pieces after the dumb things. They also say that their relationship is not about deserving, but loving. It's probably one of their favourite things to say.

[kaaras-adaar]

30 Day OTP Challenge NSFW edition.

Day 1 – Cuddles (naked) Characters: Kaaras, The Iron Bull Warning: nudity It was the early hours of morning when Bull’s eye scrunched before it opened. Shit, they’d got so carried away last night that they’d forgotten to draw the curtains, and now the sun was starting to crawl its way into the spacious chambers of the Inquisitor. His lover was usually a man of early mornings as it were, but Bull often was able to sleep through Kaaras moving about the room to get himself ready. It was a strange sensation, to wake up to someone time after time, morning after morning. Not an unpleasant one. Bull found himself admiring the Inquisitor in his sleep, his expression sometimes the most peaceful when he wasn’t stressing over what meeting he had to have today or who he was going to toss into a prison cell. The guy needed a serious break at times, and getting to see his visage in such a state of peacefulness made Bull’s eye crease just a little as the corner of his lips turned upwards into a smile. It was short lived, though, as the Vashoth’s breathing changed as his body started to wake. All those early morning routines meant the mage had a biological clock that had him waking from pure habit. Alas, the man was only just beginning to stir, but the open curtain wasn’t going to help either of them, as Kaaras moved his hands underneath the pillow and shoved his face into it to hide from the light. Bull chuckled, moving a little closer and feeling the warmth of bare naked skin on skin, their legs tangled in the sheets from last night. A thick hand moved beneath the sheet to draw over the muscle of Kaaras’ back, feeling every groove and curve before he ran down to that fantastic arse of his and gave it a grope. “Mmmph.” It was unclear what came from Kaaras’ mouth as he spoke into the pillow, but he faced away from Bull, clearly tired. “Hey, where you think you’re goin’, Kadan?” the Bull grinned, moving up to spoon the other man’s back—albeit with difficulty considering his horn was at such an awkward angle now. Their shared bed was filled with comfortable cushions to ease awkward neck cramps, though. Plus, growing up with horns meant learning a few tricks, or just perhaps getting used to the painful kinks one could wake up in the morning with. Kaaras’ eyes partway opened as he felt that strong hand pull his back against Bull’s chest. Even half asleep, he still managed a smile, feeling comfort as he was pressed against his lover. Maker, how he did love this man, and the feeling of getting to wake up to him. He would die happy if he got to wake to this every day for the rest of his life, and he was more than content with that. “Mmm, I have to get up soon,” he murmured, his eyes squinting as the brightness finally hit them from the open curtains. The sun hadn’t quite made it up through the balcony window and doors yet, but the room was a lightening blue. This high up in the mountains (and the fortress of Skyhold), there were no birds chirping away merrily, just the silence around them. That and their breathing—and he could hear Ginger, his cat, purring away on the floor somewhere. Presumably at the hearth of the now non-existent fire. “C’mon, you can stay just a little longer. Just so I can fondle this great ass,” Bull purred into the long ear at his lips. His hand moved back beneath the covers and cupped a solid, plump cheek. “Still a little sticky from last night. Sure you don’t wanna stay and have a bath before you get up for your morning routine?” He chuckled as he nipped Kaaras’ ear. The Inquisitor flushed red in the cheeks at the comment, his ear flicking as he felt Bull’s teeth tug lovingly at it. “Maker’s breath...” he muttered. But Bull was absolutely right: he was filthy from their lovemaking last night, and he’d called attention to it. Was he really sticky? He supposed he probably was, considering the oils—as well as Bull’s ejaculate. That made him blush even more and push Bull’s hand away from his rear, as if insecure over the whole matter. Bull just laughed. “Come on, don’t be shy.” He nuzzled into Kaaras’ neck then, which earned a little laugh from his lover. “That’s better.” He moved his hand back to Kaaras’ backside and let his hand move over the shape of it before he drew the sheets down so he could see it. “Much better view,” he grinned, kissing the thick shoulder that was closest to him. “You’re going to get me all riled up, Bull, and you know it,” Kaaras muttered with a chuckle as he pressed his rump back into that calloused hand. He reached his own hand downward to grab Bull’s wrist, guiding the large arm around him and linking their fingers at his chest. “If you think saying I’m dirty and making me have a bath is an excuse for you to just get me dirty again beforehand... then you’re definitely barking up the right tree.” Kaaras pulled Bull’s hand upwards and pressed his lips to the back of his palm. He could feel Bull’s laugh make the bed shift, as well as the weight that was against his back. He loved the sound of his laugh, the feel of him behind him. Damnit, now he was definitely going to get aroused. “Come here,” Bull ordered quietly, so gently that one may even mistake it for a beg. “I want to see that adorable bed hair of yours, and your sleepy eyes.” Kaaras scoffed. “Well, when you say it like that, I’m definitely not turning around.” He gasped when he felt much larger and stronger arms move and shift him. He was turned over to face Bull and he laughed, moving a ringed hand over his face to hide it. “Ugh, I’m disgusting in the morning.” Bull smirked and took Kaaras’ hand away from his face, gently caressing the younger man’s sharp cheek, right over stubble that was somehow immaculately accurate. Kaaras was a damn perfectionist. “You’re always beautiful. The most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Kadan.” He leant forward and pressed his lips against the thin ones. Instantly, he felt Kaaras melt into it. Perfect. He was so easy to please at times, and Bull smiled into that kiss knowing that he’d relaxed the Inquisitor with mere words and a simple morning kiss. “There. Better?” Kaaras relaxed against Bull’s shoulder and placed his hand over the large, barrel chest of the warrior, touching scarred skin. “You always make everything better,” he murmured, eyes flicking to Bull’s, the patch off and showing how marred the man’s face was. “I love you.” Bull smiled and pressed another kiss to the smaller qunari, but this time on the forehead before he brushed those mischievous butterscotch locks from Kaaras’ forehead. “Love you, too, Kadan.”

[cosmicpeko]

“Christmas Night” | FuyuPeko Christmas Exchange

Word count: 1,787

OTP: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu x Peko Pekoyama | Danganronpa 2

Story type: Fanfiction

Short summary: Following the end of the Hope Restoration Program, everyone in the Future Foundation headquarters was ready to spend another night in recovery and rehabilitation. Fuyuhiko, however, who managed to regain track of the time and date, was able to find out that night was not like any other. And he had just the perfect person in mind to tell first.

Important notes: This is my gift/fic for the FuyuPeko Christmas Exchange event hosted by @may-we-have-peace! The user I’ve been assigned was @flannelspacegay and since I wasn’t given any prompts, I tried my best with the ones I had in store ;_; Please remember English is not my first language so there might be some grammar mistakes or things that don’t make sense? Anyway enjoy this will be super short!

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"Won't you sleep a little?"

Between the greasy white walls of room 102 echoed the wind, howling cold from its half-closed, only window. That's how Peko knew it was winter ㅡ the freezing air sliced her cheeks. Since she woke up, she had been rebellious to any sort of request for some reason ㅡ including those of the guard nurses to leave the window closed, so that the toxic fog of the outside wouldn't enter the building's rooms and corridors. Reluctant to give up in spite of the many reminders, Peko's room was assigned an air filtration machine, which unstoppably produced some kind of metallic noise that would keep Peko awake.

Fuyuhiko, on the other side of the room, kept looking at her, leaning with all his weight on the door he had closed behind him. The change in temperature between room 102 and the rest of the building was enough to make Fuyuhiko shiver, but he decided on trying not to antagonize her by forcing the nurses requests on her newly rebellious self ㅡ rather, he carefully approached the little, uncomfortable mattress where Peko's bony, thin body was resting. He helped her be seated then, so that she would feel at ease looking at him on the same height. Her composure always made her look like a soldier, ready to receive an order any time.

Peko was unquestionably skinny ㅡ her athletic structure had been lost during months of unconscious fasting. Although everyone was constantly fed during the simulation, and that was also why Fuyuhiko hadn't lost much weight ㅡ those who were killed in Jabberwock Island entered a comatose state which made their body function irregularly. Depending on how much their body was into the coma, more physical damage was found, like PTSD*. That was also why Peko didn't speak.

As a result of the trauma experienced during her execution, her lungs, and her whole respiratory system was on the edge of collapse ㅡ as she could concretely feel the blades still pierce her body, she was having a hard time breathing. Oxygen depleted, starting again was an extremely difficult task for the swordswoman.

Fuyuhiko found more strength in helping her than helping himself.

Not one day would pass without him trying to guard and protect her, ignoring the rest of his classmates and sacrificing his own recovery. Being without her had been of excruciating pain ㅡ it took him so long to accept her death, until it was proven fake. Since then, a moment couldn't pass without him needing to make sure she was alive. So he wouldn't give up: he would stand before room 102 day and night, fighting whoever got in his way, waiting for visitation time ㅡ and everyone knew that time was Fuyuhiko's only. At night, surveillance was extended to the whole hall, so it was easier to dodge; and he knew he could be finally be with her without worrying or fighting.

The blonde took a sit next to her, facing her side with his entire body, emulating her composure.

"I found an old calendar in the guardhouse and spent the afternoon doing the math. I couldn't wait to tell you what's up today."

Peko, who was deeply insomniac and a little confused, rubbed her tired eyes with her hands and goggled a little, struggling to see without her glasses but still trying to focus on his face, giving him a sign of her attention.

Fuyuhiko smirked again, delighted.

"I think you could tell by my freezing ass-" the girl's sudden coughing caught him by surprise for a second, but while trying to make sure she was okay, he found out she cracked under a little laugh. It took a while before Peko got on her track again, struggling to breath, but visibly humored. He continued, "...but this is Christmas night. It's officially december 25th."

Only by mentioning Christmas, the blonde had Peko beaming. She raised both her eyebrows, then melted in a sweet, little smile. Christmas had always been an important tradition for the Kuzuryuu family. Both Fuyuhiko's mother and father, although very conservative and loyal to the culture of old Japan, adopted this western recurrence for their family. During Christmas night, they used to hide presents and sweets all over the house for their children to find. That Peko knew, because every year, she would be sent from her Master and his sister to find all the hiding spots, making it hard for the Kuzuryuu's to think about more clever solutions for the following year. Just by remembering, she could feel the house's warmth intensely on her skin ㅡ she could picture the oven in the kitchen, too high for her at the time to reach, in constant function, while Fuyuhiko's nanny was busy cooking all kinds of dishes for the day, both western and Japanese.

The boy could notice Peko's smile even though she tried to hide it by lowing her head slightly, letting her silvery hair slide on her shoulders ㅡ only that sight was enough to make him smile two-to-three times brighter.

"You remember, right?! 'Tis a special night, this one, Peko!"

That was the first time in years she had seen her like that ㅡ he thought nothing was going to ruin that moment for them. Nonetheless, they were conscious of the fact that those moments were not to come back anymore.

Brainwashed by despair, they were guilty of many crimes ㅡ including killing their family and masters, who they loved deeply, burning their house down, massacring the closest members of their clan and guiding the rest into their same madness. They couldn't remember any of it, and probably didn't know about it, but they could feel it. But even with that, they weren't able to feel sad or guilty ㅡ like if that ability was surgically removed from their brains. Evil lurked around them without ever touching them. They, who were once despair embodied, were blessed to be born again, could never be infected again.

"I hid something for you to be found, yesterday." now calmer, Fuyuhiko searched for the swordswoman's attention, who immediately raised her head again at his level. That alone was enough to make Peko blush lightly. Her tired, but still flaming red eyes regained strength immediately, as they started flashing quickly from a corner of the room to the other, analyzing the blonde's body and behind his back, with the same curiosity a child would have if they exchanged places ㅡ trying her best, she also moved her body to better observe her surroundings, resulting in a big laugh from Fuyuhiko's side.

However, he decided to anticipate her and unveil the secret, preventing her to make too much of an effort ㅡ he knew she would complete any task for him, to the point of putting her life at risk.

Getting up on his feet, and lowing his back, he managed to pull out from under the mattress what seemed to Peko like a piece of fabric. It took a while to realize that piece of fabric the other was holding was effectively stuffed and shaped as a little panda ㅡ her favourite animal. The black was heavily marked with some kind of ink that resembled that of a pen. The eyes were badly sewn buttons. Overall, it looked creepy. But she couldn't help but feeling overwhelmed ㅡ she freezed, as she was holding the little gift too close to her eyes, trying to capture every detail without her glasses.

Confused by her reaction, Fuyuhiko pouted. "I managed to shape a metallic spring from my bed as a sewing needle with the little knowledge I have of crafting, and literally sewn my sheets." he lowed his head, embarassed, "That's honestly trash, but like, I thought you could use some company when I'm not around."

Lost in his own words, he didn't realize until he heard it, that Peko was sobbing lightly, challenging her own lungs.

Since her awakening, every little emotion had a huge impact on her. From not being capable of feeling much - as she taught to, from a very young age - she was suddenly weak to any small change of mood. To Fuyuhiko, it was like returning to planet Earth and crushing on its surface. He rushed towards her again, sat on the bed, and cupped her face with his hands while brushing away her tears with his thumbs. "Shit- please don't cry," he panicked instantly, and more so when Peko slightly rubbed her cheeks onto his hands, cuddling slowly ㅡ that would be reassuring, if it wasn't Peko he had before him. Something clearly changed after the whole experience in Jabberwock Island.

He took a while to understand what the swordswoman was trying to say. She was happy ㅡ and that was her way of communicating her newly discovered feelings. "We're the only ones left," Fuyuhiko whispered, "who can carry on our family's legacy." His hands slided on her shoulders and arms, until he finally grabbed her hands again. "I don't wanna do it without you, Peko." Hope was good, he thought. He couldn't help but smile because as he watched her being vulnerable and tired, he could see his future ㅡ a bright future, where a thousand more of Christmas nights would happen, and they would spend them in a proper room, where pretty lights would replace those of the beeping machinery above her head, and the heat of an actual house would surround them instead of the cold wind Peko was so stubborn not to defend herself from ㅡ just to feel alive. A future where they would be togheter.

Peko was in love with that hope ㅡ and she was in love with Fuyuhiko. Love doesn't need words, and it goes far, it goes beyond the devotion and the loyalty of a tool. She opened her lips softly.

"Thank you..."

The boy was left astonished by that attempt of hers, but deep down, he knew that was the right time for her to do it.

He kept smirking, literally on the moon. Moving his body towards her, he gently guided her head against his own chest, then rested a cheek among her silver hair. Peko could feel his heartbeat through his bones ㅡ so fragile, yet so powerful. To her, it was all so natural, just meant to be. So she closed her eyes, soothed by that rhythm, and immediately fell asleep, squeezing the little gift she received that night in her thin arms.

Fuyuhiko found out a while later, but kept hugging her and rocking back and forth, like he was holding just the most delicate thing in the world.

"I can't wait to spend my life with you."

ㅡ

Everyone, meri christmis (~￣³￣)~

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Fairys Lost in Liones - Chapter One

Gajevy and Banlaine are my OTP's and I wanted to see a crossover between them and between Fairy Tail and Nanatsu no taizai, hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 Here

Levy could feel aching and pain all over her body as she woke up from a deep sleep, she opened her eyes and shuffled sitting up on the bed, wincing as she did. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the room expecting to see the guilds infirmary, but that didn’t seem to be the case in this situation. Instead of white sheets they were pink and instead of Mira or Wendy stood beside her tending to her wounds there was no one.

“Where am I?” She muttered out groggily, speaking to no one in particular but hoping that one of her guild mates would answer her. The nerves were beginning to creep in as the predicament she found herself in began to dawn on her, alone, injured, and unaware of where she was or how she got there; With each passing second more questions arose but no answers were there to comfort her.

She slowly got out of bed, being mindful of her injuries that seemed to encompass the majority of her body, she stretched out her body a little hoping to ease some of the tension she was feeling both inside and out, she took another quick scan around the brightly coloured rustic bedroom that for the life of her she could not recognise, she was hoping it would be a guildmates bedroom or something like that but she didn’t think so, the whole place just felt a little… off.

It was at that moment that she realised two things A) She was covered in neatly wrapped bandages, so she assumed that whoever brought her here was friendly and B) That she was wearing an outfit that was more befitting of Lucy! a tight pink t-shirt that ended at her waist, the smallest blue mini skirt and belt, and one long blue sock. Not her typical state of dress however she was more concerned about who dressed her.  

Then it hit her, Gajeel, Pantherlily, Jet and Droy were all with her, the last thing she could remember was all of them heading out on a mission together, which she had just about managed to drag Gajeel onto. Are they here? Are they ok? A loud commotion from downstairs disrupted her train of thought, it sounded like a lot of people, maybe that was them. Even if not she would still have to leave the room at some point, so that’s what she did. Creeping down the stairway the ruckus got louder, people yelling and cheering maybe, but none of them sounded like any of her boys.

Reaching the bottom of the stairway and rounding the corner, she shyly walked into what seemed like quite a nice little restaurant and bar. How odd. But what caught her eye the most was that she could see the group people she is assuming found her.

“Look who’s finally awake” Straining her neck looking up she came face to face, well face to chest, with a pair of red eyes with a devilish glint in them, the man was grinning down at her but it wasn’t malicious it seemed more playful which actually threw her off a little bit. She had to take two steps back just to look at him properly, how tall is this man!? she thought, he easily towered over her, even more than Gajeel did. And why on earth is he wearing an apron instead of a t-shirt?

Six pair of eyes scattered around the room were all on her waiting for her to say something, but her nervousness temporarily got the better of her, she didn’t recognise any of these people or the place and Gajeel was nowhere to be seen the whole situation was very unsettling for her, she wished she didn't have to do it alone.

“Ban don’t scare her! Don’t mind him my. name's Hawk captain of scraps disposal!” A large pig pushed past the man she now knew as Ban to speak with her. He seemed rather outgoing. She heard Ban mutter out a quick ‘Sorry Master’ This pig wasn’t in charge was he?

“Uh hi, my name's Levy Mcgarden, it…it’s nice to meet you Hawk” She was taken back by the fact there was a talking pig for only a moment before she composed herself again, deciding to ignore the part about scraps, she had bigger questions at the moment.

“You’re not surprised by the talking pig?” Ban asked incredulously whilst leaning against the bar and wrapping an arm around a small blonde girl with big golden eyes, seriously who are these people?

“I know a talking cat so no” He nodded at her, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“I’m sorry but I’m so confused, who are you people?” She tried to remain polite but the whole situation was so strange.

“You don’t know? we’re the Seven Deadly Sins” A small blonde boy who seemed rather chipper then joined the conversation, but he also started groping a tall, beautiful white haired woman who kind of reminded her of Mira. The girl blushed but didn’t do anything. Levy immediately averted her eyes and decided to talk into the void instead as to avoid the embarrassing scene.

“Who?” Ok so the name ‘Seven Deadly Sins’ did not put here at ease. And she had never heard of them before, is that some sort of guild name perhaps?

“You’re not from around here are you” Another small brunette boy joined in with a deadpan tone, it wasn’t exactly a question more of an accusation. The blonde boy then introduced himself as Meliodas the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Dragon Sin of Wrath and gave a very brief description of what they were, although it was confusing, an order of Holy Knights for the kingdom of Liones and… criminals. As interesting as it was to hear it raised a lot more questions than it did answers.

“What? There is no place called Liones or Britannia and there are no Holy Knights”  She knew of every country on Earthland and she was sure that she was right about this, but she also didn’t think that they were lying, what is going on?

“Yes, there is and that’s where you are right now” Meliodas said keeping his voice light, she could not seem to tell what he was thinking and everyone else was just looking at her like she was crazy, which to be fair she could understand.

“OH! Gajeel, Jet, Droy and Pantherlily where are they!?” She suddenly burst out looking frantically around the room, they must know where they are, they would have been with her right; she couldn’t be out here all on her own.

“There was only one other person with you, tall, dark hair, angry looking guy. He’s going to be ok, but he’s hurt bad, he’s upstairs resting now” Meliodas told her pointing at the staircase then heading behind the bar.

“Oh thank Mavis Gajeels ok” She sighed letting out a breath of air she didn’t know she was holding in, but that didn’t make her feel completely better as the other three still weren’t accounted for “But are you sure there wasn’t any else with us? A ginger guy, a big guy with dark hair, and a small black cat with a sword maybe?” It was a desperate attempt; she knew it but she had to ask maybe they had seen them somewhere else on their travels.

“No but that last guy sounds cool!” Exclaimed Ban jumping up a little, the blonde girl patted him on the shoulder and giggled signalling for him to cool down a little bit, which he did.

Worry took over her then, where on Earthland could they be? she hoped they were ok, with any luck they were still in Magnolia.

“You must be starving” The White-haired girl approached her and ushered her to sit down at the bar, they sat beside each other, and the blonde girl sat on the other side of her. “Ban why don’t you get started on some supper for everyone, the others should be back soon” Meliodas told Ban whilst he started fixing up some drinks for everyone.

The White haired girl accepted the drinks and divided them amongst the three girls “My name is Princess Elizabeth but don’t worry you don’t have to be formal with me” She smiled brightly at her and it actually did make Levy feel a bit better.

“Wow a Princess are you sure I feel like I should bow” Elizabeth giggled at that and shook her head.

“And my name is Elaine, I’m from the Fairy kings Forest '' There was something about Elaine that she couldn’t quite figure out, she looked young like Wendy, but her eyes gave her away she looked wise beyond her years.

“Ha that’s funny I’m from the Fairy Tail guild”

“You’re a fairy too!?” She beamed with excitement practically bouncing out of her seat.

“Are you a fairy!?” Shocked beyond belief this girl seemed genuine when she said too so that must mean…no. This doesn’t make any sense, she can’t be a fairy, this day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“Yes…why are you surprised?”

The guild wasn’t going to believe this, if this was real then she had just discovered actual Fairy’s, just imagining everyone’s faces when she told made her laugh internally.

“I’m sorry I know this might sound ridiculous, but you don’t have a tail do you?”

“No we don’t have tails! are you crazy?” The brunette boy shouted from the cushion he was currently laying on in the air, ok so that was a little weird. But now she could tell everyone the answer to the age-old question on whether Fairies have Tails or not, this was an amazing day, well if you don’t include everything else that has happened.

With everyone in the room looking at her like she was out of her mind she started to explain why she had asked, she told them about the guild and Fiory, hopefully they might be able to fill in some of the gaps that she was missing. They told her that they had no idea what she was going on about which by now wasn’t that surprising, but they said a mage called Merlin may be able to help, they would just have to wait for her to return. Apparently there were still a few people missing called Merlin, Escanor, Diane and Gowther.

Dinner was almost ready for everyone so she decided she should head up and check on Gajeel just to make sure he was alright.

“LEVY!” Everyone stopped at the sound of a fierce roar coming from upstairs, he rushed downstairs clearly ignoring any pain and each thud of his descent was getting closer and closer. Rounding the corner they locked eyes and he marched up to her gently grabbing her shoulders and checking her over noticing the many bandages, his eyes looked panicked and she could tell that unlike her the moment he awoke he leaped out of bed and instead of waiting to try and piece together what was going on he immediately went on a hunt.

“Are you alright?” He asked, staring at her. After a moment he realised how close they were and stepped back and let go of her shoulders opting to scratch the back of his head and look away from her to alleviate some of the awkwardness, she noticed a very light blush on his cheeks but passed it of as a reaction to all the adrenaline coursing through his system. She nodded and hoped that he didn’t see her light blush either though, but of course it was only because of the adrenaline

“Where’s Pantherlily and the two morons?” And who are all these people?” He motioned to everyone else in the room who were still looking at them intently, seeming a bit put off by the silence of the unknown presences.

She ignored his moron comment and then smiled thinking of introducing him to the new friends she had made, Elaine and Elizabeth were delightful and she didn’t know what to think of the guys yet, but they seemed alright too.  

“These are the Seven Deadly Sins” levy gestured around the room and the girls and Meliodas waved, Ban nodded his head, and the brunette boy rolled his eyes.

“What the hell is that, a boy Band?” Gajeel asked mockingly, still seeming a bit Sceptical though.  

“No but that would be cool” Meliodas shouted out from beside Liz and jumped up to look excitedly at Ban who also had a massive grin plastered over his face.

Gajeel however looked much like Levy did not too long ago as hearing that name didn’t really clear anything up. Oh well she had plenty of time to explain things to him in more detail later, she couldn’t wait to tell him about the Fairy’s.

But as ok as things seemed at the moment they were still in a dire situation; was this the result of the Dark Guild they were going to face?

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KINKTOBER (17: Breeding Kink)

Supreme! Michael+Hawthorne Headmast! Reader:

(If you are confused about this universe just read this).

Hey guys, I’ll put the keep reading when I am home! 💙 (Sorry! 😭)

SUMMARY: Michael’s desire for you is suddenly so unhibited and strange and you can’t help but wonder what has caused it... although you are not complaining about it

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink/Creampie.

He had hounded you as a starving dog, looking for some food all day.

But you were still on work duty and hadn’t been able to follow his devious suggestions.

You had calmed his nervous state, promising to be his that night, and as soon as the lesson finished you had moved onto your shared suite in a little house linked to Hawthorne but far away enough not to have you students all up in your business.

You had lived in that little house long before you were wedded to the Supreme, but since you two were lawfully or unlawfully wedded, it seemed to warm and happy...

... still missing something, although neither you and Michael had pressured each other for that.

You lived in a blissfull peace for long, only you two and were beyond than happy with that.

When you had arrived, Michael hadn’t been home, since he might have thought about carrying some business over at Robinchaux, meanwhile he waited for you.

You had taken the chance for a nice relaxing bath, completely diving under the water, exiting it only as the water water had become cold and you had found yourself to be too lazy to warm it up again.

Then you took care of your body with lotions and perfume, slipping into an elegant lacey nightgown, black as the night waiting outside which you stared into, wondering what was happening outside to keep your lover away from you.

It couldn’t help but be more ironic: you had avoided him all day, just to miss him by night.

What a fickle thing was love...

Strong arms enveloped you in a warm hug, almost surprising you, meanwhile you adjusted yourself to the warmth, almost grateful for it.

“Hello, beloved, haven’t you missed me?” he asked softly in your ear, before biting it gently, making you moan softly your answer which was a clear and playful “no”.

You escaped his grip elegantly, turning to face him, smirking lightly and finding a dark need in your lover’s face, something that brought your core to sing, meanwhile you did your best not to let it affect you too much, wanting to tease Michael more.

“... oh what lies does your mouth spin” chastised you the Supreme, meanwhile he chased you around the bed, finally catching up to you and throwing you onto the bed.

And there that dark and aroused stare chaned, becoming devilish famished.

“What has happened to you, lover?” you asked softly, grabbing his face to make him stare up at you, enamoured with those pretty azure eyes, which had grown a shade darker due to anger and arousal.

Michael didn’t answer immediately, pushing up your nightgown up to reveal your naked stomach and your raised breasts, standing at attention, which he licked throughly, biting down on them to leave a light mark, before he started suckling them softly, gaining a few good screams from you and your totally loss of memory about your own question.

And when he answered it seemed nothing more than an hungry man answer, showing you his teeth.

“You are fertile”.

It all hit you up in that moment: a month ago you had gone off the pill, since you and Michael had both talked about a possible baby, but you hadn’t been able to try much, mostly using the motto “if it happens, it happens”.

You hadn’t thought that it would have such an effect on Michael, who had moved onto pushing your panties down your legs, revealing your already wet sex, shining even more due to indeed your fertile window.

He seemed like a starving man being put in front of food for the first time since for ever.

“... and you denied me for all the day, you evil creature” he mumbled, almost whining pathetically, then any moan of displeasure was soothed by him diving his plump lips onto your heat, effectively tasting you and bringing pleasure to your deepest core.

He continued his lapping till he had enough and all his face was full of your juices, a true erotic sight, and solliciting other wetness between your legs, which he collected, just to rub it onto his manhood.

He had just pulled it out from his pants, due to his aching desire, and had gently but with firmeness settled you up comfortably onto your back, spreading your legs and the mess between them, something which brought red onto your cheeks.

He pushed himself into you quickly making you howl for the surprise, and he pushed himself flush onto you, as if he wanted to make you two, one, what would probably happen soon, that night.

You reached onto his hair, pulling on them to smash even closer your lips, to become even further a single being and your kegs blocked themselves behind his ass, pushing him further into you, till he hit your cervix.

“... you are always so fucking tight, wet and warm” he mumbled, into your ear, which he licked softly “I really hope my seed will be able to take its seat into you”.

“Michael, please” you pleaded, as his hips pounded into you, almost as a savage beast, not stopping till he fucking knotted you.

“Are you begging for my cock or my seed?” he taunted you, stopping the violent thrusts for a slower rhythm, making you feel each inch of his manhood, making you feel completely the way he fillled you and the way he was already leaking in you, leaving a slight slickness between your trembling legs.

“Both, damn, both” you chanted, totally lost on the pleasure hooked onto it, and feeling yourself lose your sanity due to the sudden slow rhythm that had brought you onto the verge of madness, not letting you tumble in your own pleasure.

“Will you make me a father, sweetheart?” his tone was sickengly sweet and it didn’t stop you from smiling lightly at the promise of that future.

“Yes, Michael, a million times, yes” and he gently brought your hand to kiss it tenderly, before his thrusts went back to that animalistic rush that brought you to feel a simple bitch in heat, searching the end of that rushed pleasure.

“... then take everything I give you, my beauty” he muttered, pushing himself to hit that special spot inside her, his hands fisting roughly the sheet, till his knuckles went white and his hips moved erratically.

Sweat fell onto your shoulders and you tried your best to reach over, to push him with you.

And you did, with a moan of your rosy lips and a smile.

“Fill me up and make me a mommy” you mumbled in his ear, meanwhile he lost himself in you, coating your sensitive walls with his own cum and falling onto you, still hard inside you.

“Do you think we have made it?” you giggled turning yourself around, and bringing yourself with him, standing atop of him, excited of your conjoined bodies and your joint fluids, mixing together inside of yourself.

“I do think so, my love” he kissed your forehead, before he brought you again under him with a shriek “... but I do think that another round will give us even more chances of success”.

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[kamen-rider-zed]

Artiste et Muse Ch1

AO3

OHMIGOD IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK

This is the first time in almost a year that I’ve felt the inspiration to write. I want to thank everyone who has commented and kudo’d my work in my absence. I still read every comment and appreciate every kudo, but now I’m back, and it’s my OTP no less!

I might not get this finished by the end of the week because depression but I will finish it.

Definitely.

Without a doubt.

Just ignore the massive amount of WIPs in my backlog.

(#)

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut against the morning light streaming through the curtains and rolled over, curling up tighter beneath the soft sheets. She hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, not since she learned the true price of having her Miraculous full time: Hawkmoth was nocturnal. Midnight Akumas constantly robbed her of her beauty sleep, but here and now? She felt comfortable and at ease. Her hands stretched out and she felt…something. It was warm, whatever it was, so she shifted closer to it and wrapped an arm around it. The warmth groaned and shifted, but she held on that much tighter.

In her half awake state, she barely registered the grunt from beneath her, but she quite clearly heard an unfamiliar voice say, “…the hell?”

She blinked herself out of her slumber and it took two seconds to realize she wasn’t in her own bed. It took only one second more to realize that, whoever’s bed she was in, she wasn’t alone. She lifted her gaze to a man, an older man, who she didn’t recognize. His long red hair and turquoise eyes seemed familiar but the only things she registered were that she didn’t know who he was and he was in the bed with her.

She screamed and shoved away from him, sliding across the sheets and off the bed opposite him. She stood, ready to demand some damn answers, but when the man’s gaze landed on her, his face turned as red as his hair, and he turned his head away with a hand over his eyes. Chloe opened her mouth to ask what his problem was, but a draft dropped her attention away from him and down to her bare body.

The man protested when she snatched the sheets off the bed and hastily wrapped them around herself. She may have, in the process of yanking the covers away from him, caught an eyeful of something that turned her own face red, but he was thankfully quick to cover up with a pillow.

“Okay, Red. You have ten seconds to explain why the hell you’re in my bed and why we’re…naked.”

“I…I have no idea how we got here, but, um…” His eyes dropped towards Chloe’s chest.

“Hey, hey!” She snapped her fingers at him and pointed at her face. “Eyes are up here, pervo!”

“I’m not looking…” He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. After easing it between his lips, he said, “I think I know why we were in bed together. Look at your left hand.”

Chloe had the sheets clutched to her chest with her left hand. Okay, so he wasn’t looking at her breasts. She shifted her grip on the sheets and looked at her left hand. Her eyes immediately fell on the magnificent ring on her fourth finger: a diamond flanked by a trio of citrine, ruby, and sapphire on either side, and set on a black band with a single gold stripe circling the entire ring. Next to it sat a plain gold band, and when she lifted her eyes back to the man, he had his left hand held up, displaying the gold band on his own finger.

“No, no no no no way in hell!” Chloe looked form the man, back to her hand, then back to him. “We’re…married?”

“Seems like it.”

“Uh uh, no way. A, if I’m marrying anyone, it’s going to be Adrien Agreste, not whoever the hell you are, and B, last I checked I’m only 15, a little too young to be married.”

“You don’t look 15.”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion.” Though he did have a point. Her body felt different, taller and curvier than she normally was. She shook her head and grumbled, “This has to be the work of that Akuma I was just fighting.” She glanced down around her feet and, thankfully, found some clothes. Black panties and a yellow tank top, but it was better than walking around with a sheet wrapped around her. She sat on the bed with her back to the man and dropped the sheet to get dressed.

“Wait, fighting an Akuma?” Chloe heard some shifting behind her, so she assumed he was searching for some clothes himself.

“Yeah, you don’t recognize Queen Bee?” She pulled the tank top over heard head and pulled her loose hair from the collar. “One of Paris’ great superheroes?”

The sounds of movement stopped. “Wha…Ch-Chloe?!”

“Uh, yeah, who did you think I was?” She stood, working the panties up her legs. With them in place, she turned to address this stranger but stopped when Pollen and a blue kwami she didn’t recognize phased through the door.

“Good morning, my Queen, my King,” Pollen greeted with a small bow.

“May I have some berries please?” the blue kwami asked, rubbing its tummy. “I’m hungry.”

“Duusu!” The man, now clad in dark blue boxer briefs, lunged at the kwami and clamped his hands down around it, but when he turned his gaze back to Chloe, he knew the damage had been done.

“Duusu…” Chloe’s eyes widened. She knew that kwami’s name, just as she now knew who the man was. She scolded herself for not realizing it sooner; she would have recognized that red hair anywhere.

“Paon.”

Neither of them moved or took their eyes off of each other for ten full seconds. Chloe chanced a glance to his bedside table and spotted what she knew was his Miraculous. His eyes darted to her table and back, and she knew her own Miraculous sat there. They waited. Waited for the other to make the first move, with Pollen hovering between them and appearing more and more perplexed as the moment drew out.

There. The faintest twitch of his hand. Chloe’s own hand shot out, wrapped around the comb and she leapt over the bed just as she slipped the teeth into her hair and called for her transformation. The man ducked to the side and just as the golden sparks passed by Chloe’s eyes, he snatched up a pillow and threw it into her face, buying just enough time to affix his Miraculous to the waist of his boxers and call for Duusu to transform him.

He lunged, catching Queen Bee around the middle and crashing through the bedroom door and into a modest, sparsely decorated lounge area that all but proved they weren’t somewhere Chloe Bourgeois would call home. Queen Bee rolled backwards, drove her feet into Paon’s stomach throwing him behind her, then sprang to her feet to face him. He fell through a glass coffee table, but spun on his back just right so the tail of his coat swept a shower of glass shards upwards into his opponent’s face

Queen Bee lifted one hand to her eyes to block the glass, and with the other drew her trompo from her waist and spun it to deflect a barrage of feather darts. She flung out the top, but Paon sidestepped and, completely focused on Queen Bee, failed to notice it ricochet off of the refrigerator and slam into his back. Queen Bee whipped the trompo cord around him, catching the top on the end and using the momentum to wrap the line around him even tighter. She kicked him in the chest hard enough to knock him to the ground, leapt on top of him with her legs on either side of him, then caught her trompo.

The word to activate her power had just formed on her tongue when the handle to the front door jiggled, drawing her attention, and Paon’s. The door swung open and in strode a dark skinned woman with rust-colored hair in an undercut and a broad smile beneath her glasses. “Good morning Kurtzbergs! Put your pants on because I have a surpri-OH GODDAMMIT!” When she laid eyes on them, Queen Bee with Paon tied up beneath her, her face went from smile to disgust, to mild disappointment all in the span of two seconds. She spun back outside, swearing the entire way.

Queen Bee’s blood ran cold and she dropped her shocked gaze to the man tied up beneath her. “Kurtzberg? As in…Nathanael Kurtzberg?” Paon grimaced and turned his head away.

“What happened, Alya?” another woman asked just outside the door.

“I walked in on Chloe on top of Nath. They’re transformed and he’s tied up and-”

“Well, maybe this will teach you to knock from now on.” In walked another woman, this one with a dark pixie cut and bright blue eyes. “Okay you two. You’ve had all week to fuck each other’s brains out, now detransform and…Jesus, you broke the coffee table?” She groaned and slapped her hand over her eyes. “Do you have any idea how much Adrien spent on that?”

“Okay,” Queen Bee barked. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?”

The dark haired woman peeked out from under her hand. “Wait, what?”

“Hey, it could be my house,” Paon grunted indignantly.

“Shut it tomato brain. As if you could afford your own place drawing sub par Ladybug comics.”

Alya walked inside, seeming just as confused as her companion. “Tomato brain? You haven’t called him that in…like, ten years. Are you two having some kind of lover’s spat?”

Queen Bee rolled her eyes. “There’s no way I’m in love with, or married to, this absolute loser. This has to be the work of that Akuma his boss sicced on us.” She blinked at Alya. “And what the hell did you do to your hair?”

Alya lifted a hand to her undercut. “I…got this done, like…a couple months ago…”

“Tomato…Akuma…doesn’t recognize…” The dark haired woman narrowed her eyes at Queen Bee. “Chloe, what year is it?”

“2019, though I don’t exactly look 15 anymore, so I-”

She ignored whatever else Queen Bee had to say and dropped her eyes to Paon. “And Nath? Do you agree it’s 2019?”

Paon tilted his head to look at the woman, though she was upside down from his perspective. “Um, yeah, but how do you know who I am?”

She swore and turned to Alya. “Could you call Adrien and Nino please?”

“Team meeting?”

The woman nodded. “Team meeting.” Alya walked back outside, fishing her phone from her pcoket, and the dark haired woman crouched down. “Okay, this is gonna be a little shocking, but it’s 2029 and you two, at least the two of you from this timeline, got married last week. I know your identity-” she pointed to Paon “-because we’re not enemies anymore. We’re actually close friends. A little more than ten years ago, you betrayed Hawkmoth and helped us defeat him.”

“Us?” Queen Bee said. She looked the woman over. Dark hair, blue eyes, earrings… “Wait, Ladybug?”

The woman smiled. “Yeah, I’m Ladybug, and Chloe, I want you to promise me you won’t freak out too much when I tell you my name, oka-”

“Hey, Mari,” Alya walked back in and stuffed her phone back into her pocket. “The boys said they’ll be here in about-”

“Mari?” Paon turned his head to get a better look at the woman. “Marinette?”

“Marinette?” Queen Bee stopped breathing. “Dupain-Cheng?…Ladybu…wha…” Her breathing started back up, but far faster and shallower than it should have been.

Marinette slapped her hand over her eyes again and sighed. “Oh, goddammit.”