#romanian ray of sunshine

[imwall-e]

You and Us - CHAPTER 1

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, smut, fluff, injuries, angst, Bucky x reader for this chapter, TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME

Summary : Sebastian is mistaken for Bucky by Hydra agents. Wounded but alive, he is taken into the protection of the Avengers. There he meets Bucky, his look-alike, and his girlfriend, Y/N. When Bucky notices that the actor is attracted to the woman he loves, an idea comes to him...

You woke up, snuggled up in your super soldier’s arms. A ray of sunshine was crossing his face, but he was still asleep which didn’t happen often due to his nightmares. Bucky hated them. First, because he always woke up in sweat, scared, not recognising the place where he was. Second, it meant he ruined your night because you woke up to his screams. However, you always told him that he never bothered you. You wanted to be here for him, in his best moments and in his worst. Because what you felt for him was indescribable. Most people described it as fireworks or butterflies. But for you, it was more powerful than that. It was like you found a part of yourself you didn't know was missing.

And as you were together for around three years now, you finally asked him to share a room together. All the team lived in the Stark Tower, renamed the Avengers Tower after the Loki incident a few years ago. So you asked Tony if it was possible to have a floor for you and Bucky. It was a way to have your own apartment together until you found your own little place.

And sometimes it was him who found himself in your arms in the morning. It meant that it was a difficult night : nightmares, screams. But today, everything was perfect.

« I can feel you staring, dragostea mea, » he said, his eyes still closed. A smile spread across your face. You loved how he knew you so well, he always knew what you were doing without looking at you, always knew what you were thinking without you having to say a word.

« I can't take my eyes off of your handsome face, Navy, » you chuckled, a hand in his hair. You chose this nickname based on the colour of his orbs. « How did you sleep ? » you asked.

« Really well, nightmares are less and less present. Especially when we’re together. But what I prefer is when I wake up next to you, and that we have time for ourselves, » while he was saying that, you found yourself under him, his face in your neck. He was now kissing this sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you knew how this morning was about to begin.

While Bucky sometimes loves to fuck you hard, be in charge and hearing you begging him and calling him Sergeant, mornings are always soft moments. He never verbalised it, but you knew it was a way to thank you. Because you accepted him despite his past. Because you’re always here. Because you let him take control when you were together, therefore reminding him that he was free. Because you were in love with him.

His mouth slowly moved from your neck to your collarbone and to your nipple. While he was sucking on the left one, his right hand was massaging the other. He then stopped, looking at you, his eyes full of love. His metal hand was near your entrance. You were already so wet and couldn’t wait for Bucky to touch you, so you moved your hips trying to get him to go further. But Bucky was Bucky and he asked : « Can I ? » He was always looking for your permission. « Yes », you answered, desperation in your voice. 

He kissed you softly and gently put a finger inside you. He was gentle in his movements, but you could feel he wanted to be inside you. « James, don’t make us wait any longer. » You didn’t need to tell him twice and he pushed his cock in your pussy. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him go deeper. He hit that spot, the one that got you closer to the edge, with each thrust. But what made you hit your climax were the Romanian and Russian words he whispered that you couldn't understand. He had one hand on your hip, the other on the mattress and you kept yours on his shoulders as if you were going to fall. You came as he was still inside you and followed you not long after.

« We should get prepared, right ?, » he asked, his head on your chest. You were caressing his back, and smiled : « Yes, I think we’re late. » But neither of you moved. « We can still have another round in the shower, » you suggested. Bucky looked at you, stood up and put you on his shoulder, making you laugh. You were definitely going to be late. 

After a long, really long but relaxing shower, you were back in the room and getting prepared when Sam entered the room, his eyes firmly closed : « Please be dressed, please be dressed ! And we’re waiting for you, the reunion started ten minutes ago. Bucky, I really hope you’ve packed because we’re leaving in two hours. And Y/N, if you can convince Mr. Metal Arm to not give me his staring face during our mission, I’ll find your favourite actor and arrange a meeting for you with him. »

« Sebastian Stan ? I may think about it, but Bucky has no staring problem, he always has a soft look. At least that is the one he has for me. »  

« You’re both so annoying, » he said before leaving.

« So, » Bucky started, a smirk on his face, « Sebastian Stan ? »

« You know he is my favourite actor, and he looks like you so I kinda want to meet him. » You and Bucky already talked about your crush on the actor, and he loved teasing you about it. Sometimes he was a bit scared but you always reassured him : he was the man you chose. « Come on, Navy. We’re late. »

The meeting lasted an hour. It was mostly a recap of what Sam and Bucky will have to do during the next few days : infiltrate a former Hydra base. There were rumours that Hydra was back, only small groups but some heard that they were trying to gather and were preparing something. It wasn’t a dangerous mission, just take them down if some agents were there, and bring back some information. You prepared this mission, everything will be fine. But you couldn't help feeling scared. Bucky sensed it and put his hand on your thigh, gently caressing it so you could relax. The rest of the meeting was just talking about changing headquarters, welcoming new superheroes, etc.

When you all separate, Bucky and you went back to your room and he finished packing. As always when one of you was going on a mission without the other, you held each other for a moment. Soon, it was time for him to leave and you accompanied him to the Quinjet.

« I’m gonna miss you, » you told him.

« I’m gonna miss you too, dragostea mea. But I promised it won’t be a long mission. It never is when you’re the one organising everything. »

He was supposed to go now, Sam was waiting for him next to the jet. « I was thinking », Bucky started, « when I come back, we could start looking for an apartment and maybe I’ll go on less mission so we could… » But he was interrupted by Sam : « Move your ass, Barnes. You’ll see her soon. But sex abstinence will be good for both of you. »

Bucky and you were laughing, promising to continue this discussion when he’ll come back. And as you watched the jet take off, you couldn’t help but feel this ball of anxiety tightening your chest, like it did every time he went on a mission.. But it was worse if it was related to Hydra. You were always scared for his safety and for his mental health. You didn’t want to lose him. You took a deep breath and got back inside.

« You’re not focused, Y/N », Natasha remarked after throwing you once again on the floor. Everyday before lunch you were training together. She recruited you almost ten years ago when you were in the army. She saw your potential. Even after all these years, it was still very rare for you to beat her.

« You know how I am when Bucky is not here. And I don’t know, I just have this bad feeling. »

« Don’t worry about him, he is not alone and they can contact us if there is any problem. Okay, we’re gonna stop for today, I’m spending the holidays with my sister. »

Natasha reunited with her family two years ago and they were making up for lost time. A family. Was it possible for Bucky and you despite your jobs ? You were both so busy, would you have time to welcome someone else in your life and start something new ? Maybe you could find another job, something that wouldn’t require fighting and saving the world all the time.

« Earth to Y/N, » Natasha took you out of your thoughts. « I have to go. You should go out this afternoon so you won’t think too much, like you’re doing now. » Her comment made you chuckle. You stood up and sent a message to Wanda. Shopping with her was always a good way to feel better. 

After your shower, you joined her in the downtown area. You wanted to buy a dress for your Christmas with Bucky. He planned a surprise for you and you had an idea of what it might be. « I want to know everything ! » Wanda said, excitement in her voice.

« I think he is going to propose. » A smile lighted up your face.

« I hope he will ! »

« Me too ! Because if he doesn’t, I'll be the one doing it. »

The afternoon with Wanda helped you forget about your fears. You even found a beautiful and sexy red dress that will make Bucky go insane when he’ll see you wearing it. After that, Wanda and you stopped by a café and ate some pastries. 

At the end of the day, Steve and you were the only one left in the meeting room. Avengers didn’t have a lot of holidays, but this year had been calm and Christmas was important to everyone. Tony and Pepper went back to their new house they bought a week ago. Wanda and Vision decided to celebrate Christmas in Italy and headed to the airport two hours ago. Natasha said she wanted to spend the end of the year with her sister. Thor went back to Asgard with his brother. And Hulk decided to travel around the world to help people.

« Did you buy something for Sam ? » you asked Steve.

« Nothing yet, why ? And why Sam especially ? » You could see the Captain blushing.

« Oh come on Steve ! Bucky and I noticed the glances you and Sam exchanged during the meetings. Why didn’t you tell us ? »

« Because there is nothing to say. We’re just flirting, nothing more. I don’t know why, but I’m scared. »

« Well, if that can reassure you, Sam told me he… » But you couldn’t finish your sentence as Hydra’s symbol appeared on the screens. Steve and you looked at each other, fear visible on your faces. What was going on ? And how did they hack into the Stark’s network ? A robotic voice interrupted your thoughts.

We’re getting our weapon back

You were about to call Fury, but a video replaced the red logo. Despite the blood on his face, you recognized him. Your hands were shaking and tears rolled down your face as you realised that your worst fear came true : Hydra captured Bucky.

To be continued...

[warm-like-autumn]

Samantha Archembeau is an optimist, a ray of sunshine if you will. She comes from a family of witches from Paris, her parents have always told her stories from their time as students at Phantasma High, she would read stories about witches and other supernaturals and spent time in her aunt’s Magic Supplies shop, where her aunt would teach her a lot of things about witchcraft. It was when Samantha saw a parade made by illusionist witches led by the famous member of the magic council, Michelle Wonder, who became her idol.This inspired her to become a master in illusions, as illusion spells could give the world more colour, and required a lot of artistic knowledge to master.

               However, being a student at Phantasma High was less than stellar, as magic is slowly is slowly losing its purpose in society, and a lot of people become witches out of obligation rather because that’s what they truly enjoy.Samantha won’t lets this get her down and tries to see the full part of the glass.Now that she is in Senior Year, she is trying to make the best of the time she has left in highschool, enjoy every second and have fun.But deep down she dreamed that things would be more exciting, that she would have a grand adventure…

                        And her wish came true, well, somewhat. She is the superhero Sunrise, and she is trying to solve the mystery of the strange event that happened at the school library during midnight. This leads her down a rabbit hole and discovers the world like she has never seen it before, full of mysteries, villains and secret agents.

                     Samantha is a huge fan of cartoons and magical girl and shonen anime. She enjoys cosplaying and drawing, her art style is colorful and dynamic, a mix between the movies and shows that inspire her.She also is a roller skater. She, more than anything likes meeting new people, making friends, even though she wouldn't admit it, Samantha is afraid that she annoys people, that she is a burden and deep down just wants to be reassured that everything is OK, that her presence is not annoying.And that's where Gail comes in, as with his kind eyes and unbridled patience, Samantha feels safe and comfortable around him. 

Gail Williams is socially awkward and deeply insecure, there is no other way to put it.He is a student at Roundtable Academy, so you know the drill, he pressure the school puts on the students and its competitive nature have turned Gail into a people pleaser, a pessimistic soul who doesn't see purpose in dreaming of something better, but still wants to see those he cares for happy. 

                        He moved with his romanian mother in London, after his father’s death, to go to the same school he studied to, but also because his mother wanted a scenery change, a fresh start after that tragedy.He met Samantha in freshman year, in a very awkward way, they briefly knew each other, from the many times Roundtable Academy and Phantasma High would do collaborative events.But the moment their friendship truly started to form was when the two of them started going to the anime club taking place at the “Books’ World”, since then the two of them have been inseparable.

                        Now Gail is a senior in highschool, regretting how stale things have been in his life, wondering if the promise of the great high school experience was ever true.He is stressed about college, about graduating, about what comes next.All of these things are frustrating him, but he doesn’t show it. Gail enjoys drawing, creating characters, thinking about their world and their stories, reading comic books and playing the guitar.Gail is reserved and finds it difficult to open up to people, but he is surprisingly talkative with the friends he already has, especially Samantha.He is soft spoken and always tries to help out his friends, even if he himself needs help…

[in-ultimul-moment]

touched by the sun rays

The devil and the angel part

[dailydoseofsebby]

Why is he so gorgeous...

[thebritishstanfan]

Hope Seb is ok, happy & loving life. It’s what he deserves. Love you, Sebby! 💓

[chewiethecatus]

I feel so old now! I have completely lost track of time. I know Covenant was 2006 but didn't think this

Was 2015.

I just can't believe how long ago some of these were made. For instance due to quarantine, I have started watching OUAT all over again, not just because Seb is in but because I don't remember most of it. The first season was 2012 and I was like 11 or 12 years old, I didn't even realize that was so long ago, time flys past you in a blink an eye...

15 years of Sebastian Stan (2006-2020)

[onp4012]

Pick a Card: What Do They Think About You?

Pick any of the pictures above to get an insight of what the person you think about thinks about you. I’ll ask you to please pick only one pile, because things can get pretty confusing, but it’s alright if you pick 2 piles :)

feel free to suggest PAC ideas in the inbox

Please like and reblog 〽️

masterlist

Pile 1

Justice, Devil, 4C, 10S, 9S, POS, 6C

Ok so for this pile I get that your person thinks you’re a very rational, very logical and very calculated person. Have you been cold to them lately? That’s what it seems. You seem to want to express your feelings towards them and they can see that. They feel that you’re running away from your own feelings and that you try to rationalize all of your emotions. It’s like they’d like to open you up, but they just can’t. Your person thinks you are a very beautiful person physically and they are attracted to you. The sexual attraction is extremely strong here. Hm…there seems to be some sort of fear and despair coming from your part. I feel like you decided to read this PAC because even you are confused and you have no idea what to do: continue this relationship and see where it leads or just end it now? Look, from my point of view, you should open up more to them. I just heard “I’m sorry, I’m too scared, please leave me alone”. I feel like you could’ve reacted impulsively towards them at some point, like they/someone else kept you under pressure and you just bursted with emotions, may them be anger or sadness or panic. You feel like you’ve made a fool out of yourself, but you didn’t. You were the one to make yourself believe you’ve done something awful.

There is so much confusion in here. With the 6C I feel like they really like you and they feel a certain type of chemistry with you. You have similar stories and similar feelings. I see one of those scenes from Disney movies in which the prince grabs the princesse’s hand while she’s trying to run away. When they think about you, they feel a warm ray of sunshine in their chest. Your situation seems that sort of drama in which there is too much logic and too less communication.

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Pile 2

Hanged Man, QOC, KNOW, Magician, 9C, 3W, 2S

Your person thinks that you are a soft and beautiful individual. It seems to me that they like to see you shy away. This feels like one of those high school crushes teens carry, thinking it will last forever. Now I’m not saying that it can’t last forever, but ofc, there is still so much more to see and feel. They have this need of feeling worthy and it feels like they are sexually attracted to you. You could be one of those shy people who pretty much hesitate to speak or express themselves and your person will want to use this so they can get closer to you. Some of you are also pretty artsy and you might show them paintings or drawings you made from time to time. It’s pretty clear to me that you have a crush on them and some of you could draw them or write about them. Your person loves to hang out with you and normally, communicate with you. You could have many middle grounds and similar opinions about your main interests. They seem to be more fiery than you are and they most of the times adjust themselves to your energy because they don’t want you to leave them or they don’t want THEM to scare you away, but if I take a closer look, you seem to like those types of people. You like spontaneous, energetic and funny people. I just seen that you might tell them “omg, don’t change yourself for me, I like you the way you are hahaha”. You’re like “chill, please😂”. You might end up with this person, ngl.

Yeah, they really are trying to block their true personality because they’re too afraid you might say “oh shit, ftsio”. They could also try to hide their feelings. They try to act as natural as possible. They feel like YOU are not willing to open up more so they’re trying to force you a bit. (The song is in Romanian, I’m really sorry 😞. Search for the lyrics in English tho. It really gave me the vibes)

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Pile 3

POS, POP, Empress, KOW, Star, Temperance

Oh Lord, this person thinks very highly of you. They absolutely adore the way you defend yourself. They see you as someone who’s very serious and very authoritative. It seems to me that you put them in their place at some point in their life and they just remembered that shit for life. They believe you’re a very beautiful and smart person. It’s like, when they think about you, they think of some sort of CEO or boss. The sexual attraction here is STRONG. There could also be some sort of obsession coming from their part. For some of you, I get that they might be an ex, but for most, I don’t see that kind of thing. They think that you’re extremely magnetic, extremely balanced in everything you do and they seem the type to literally want to worship you. I see someone watching a woman through the louvers while she’s changing her clothes and they are literally so charmed, it’s like a curse you put on them. Their energy is so obsessive. You could have placements in 8th house in synastry or something similar.

They see you as the perfect person to start a family with. It seems that they will want to marry you. They are literally dreaming of marrying you. Idk why, but I think some of you who chosen this pile, might be men or at least, you carry a very masculine energy. They might also have that stalker vibe. This type of love they have is pretty toxic in my opinion, but you seem to love when people are obsessed over you. I don’t think I have to explain how much they will commit to you. This is the type of obsession Gomez has towards Morticia.

(Again, sorry for getting a Romanian song. Read the lyrics tho)

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Pile 4

Magician, 4W, 3S, 9S, 10P, KNOS, 10W

Bruh the anxiety and disappointment here is just scary. I feel like this person betrayed you and you’re just purely heartbroken. I feel anger, fear and anxiety. Your person sees you as someone with which they used to be very compatible, and who abruptly became cold and pretty much disappointed. Y’all, did they cheat on you by any chance? There is a huge chance that your person did you very very wrong and now they are like “I WISH I COULDVE TAKEN THAT SHIT BACK”. I feel that you probably had an argument with them at some point and they just felt as if their head was on fire and you just cursed each other and left. Not gonna lie, this person sees you as someone they imagined to have a family with. I don’t recommend you to forgive them if that is the case. If things got too heated, then I believe you shouldn’t go through it again. Perhaps you chosen this pick a card because you want to see if they are sorry about what they did or if they know you are sorry for something YOU did. Sorry, but the energy here is very heavy. It’s literally a burden you need to release in order to make peace with yourself and with your person.

If this person WAS a romantic interest and you still ask yourself if you should forgive them or not, just DO NOT forgive them. You’ll get burned again. You were left scatterbrained and you surely didn’t deserve this shit to happen to you, so please take care of yourself and just throw this piece of shit away if they did you THIS wrong. The cards were coming out so fast, you have no idea. Someone really needed to hear this.

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Pile 5

KOS, Judgement, Empress, 6P, AOC, Emperor

This person feels a very deep soul connection with you and I believe you do as well. There is a very strong pull towards this person intellectually. I see more of a friendship between you. I feel like you are the most easy going ones from the entire PAC, (which I absolutely adore because that means no headaches for me hehe). You could’ve dreamt each other before you’ve actually met. They are a karmic friend, they aren’t here to carry on a relationship with you. They see you as a very giving and kind person, but the type to also remain with their feet on the ground. This person loves you and loves the connection between the two of you, but I wouldn’t recommend you to pursue and turn it into a love relationship. They feel like you are their new beginning and their main point of stability. Time seems to stop when you two are together. I like this confusing, dreamy vibe you two give off together.

You could be a divine “couple”. You can evolve together and learn a lot from each other. For some of you, I feel like you might have kids with this person, but this is a very faint water drop of energy. Sex could be very healing for both of you. You seem to equal…like, you are so equal…You’re always mirroring each other. Their feelings for you are very deep and very honest. You could read each others’ minds. They probably didn’t express their feelings towards you. If they do, make sure to take care of yourself first :) This pile felt so good, ah, I totally needed that kind of neutrality and peace✌🏻

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I hope it resonated and I’ll be continuing to do pick a card readings and I’ll see you next time.

[gigglygiddybarnes]

Hmmm, telling Bucky you're in love with him and he just melts into a puddle? Something fluffy

The Walking Ray of Sunshine (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: Alright. Well you asked for this, hope you enjoy(ed) this nonsense piece of shit writing. 😂

The look of love was evident in your eyes as they roamed freely over the man of your dreams. Bucky was sitting opposite you, sipping his coffee and sighing after every mouthful while listening in on Sam's conversation about Redwing.

You've been in love with him since he got here and it wasn't hard to see why. He was charming, he was handsome, he was polite and for an old man he had good manners. If he accidentally cursed around you he would apologize and it was just something Sam never did.

You ate breakfast in peace and had just finished a hot shower to wash away your feelings when a knock startled you. Wrapping your wet hair in a towel you sit on the edge of your bed to put on some socks and yell a 'come in' to the guest on the other side of the door.

Bucky strolled in with his hand in his pocket and a grin on his face, looking like a walking ray of sunshine in a field of daisies.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" You grin, his energy and happiness projecting onto you.

"Wondered if you'd like to take a walk with me? It's a really beautiful day, the sun is out at least."

"Sure, can you just give me a few minutes to dry my hair?" He nods and promises to come back in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later and he's not a minute late. Your hair is dry and you're wearing clothes more suited to the temperatures outside.

Walking side by side made you feel so giddy inside. Like a lovestruck teenager meeting their idols for the first time. His cologne was really overpowering, and you could easily drown in his aroma.

Bucky took you for a coffee - the man really loves his coffee okay? - and then a walk around central park. Your hands would occasionally brush against each other as you walked together.

"It's so great to be out." Bucky sighs, looking up at the sun and squinting. You don't have the heart to tell him he shouldn't stare directly at the sun, because he looks too adorable right now.

"Thank you for inviting me along with you." You smile, stepping around a couple who were too busy gazing into each other's eyes.

"It's always a pleasure walking with you." He blushes, dipping his face down to hide his growing grin. You were hopelessly in love with this man, and if you had to go one more day without telling him, you were going to go nuts. It was now or never and that was the only prep talk you needed.

"Bucky, can I confess something to you?" Your heart was hammering away in your chest as he turns to look at you, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Of course doll. What's on your mind?"

You, you're always on my mind. You live in my mind rent free you handsome jerk.

"Uh, this might seem forward and I apologize." You take a breath and slow your walking pace down. "I've sorta...kinda had this thing where...I'm a littlebitinlovewithyou." You mumble the last part, realizing it might have been a mistake. It was so incoherent that you were hoping he didn't understand, but the growing smile on his face told you otherwise.

He understood you perfectly. Maybe he speaks incoherent nonsense along side russian, romanian and every language in the universe.

"Really?" He asks, not at all surprised.

"Really?! You really understood what I said?"

"Yep." He grins, his cheeks turning a bright red. "I'm just- you're serious?"

"I am. And I'm sorry for telling you now I just couldn't wait another day to tell you." You sigh with a smile, surprised when he grasps a hold of your hands and brings them to his lips.

And then something you didn't expect to happen - he giggles excitedly, fisting the air in triumph. He looks like he's about to melt from how giddy and happy he is.

[brekkingthebedwithbuckybarnes]

His face is just....... 😍🤤😍😭

tfw you’re so pretty it hurts and you know it

[thefanficmonster]

There You Are

PART 2: ‘Finally, You’re Back’

Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mild spoilers for Resident Evil 8:Village, Swearing

Genre: Romance, Mild Angst

Summary: It’s the life before the nightmare. It’s the breath of fresh air before the pollution. The sunshine before the storm. And there they are, standing in the warmth of a sunny spring day in that Romanian village, their meeting coincidental yet fated at the same time.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! I’m sorry for the long wait but here it finally is - you request turned into a fic! Also, big thanks to that other Anon who gave me the idea of modifying the fic in a way where it’s now gonna be a two-parter, a sort of the before the nightmare and the aftermath of Heisenberg’s turning. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the read. Love, Vy ❤

Because one is incapable of expecting the unexpected One can never see what the future may hold One can never know what storms await One can never fully prepare And neither did he Because he could’ve never guessed Never known He could only see so far ahead He could only plan so much Yet he always thought he’d run free Let the winds and rivers guide him forward Never did he think his fate would uproot him into a nightmare He had no idea what to expect He had no idea he’d never be the same again Hell, to him it was the first and last time But to his hope it was a lightning spark Praying for more Regardless, in that moment When eyes met eyes, all he could think was... ‘There you are’

And there they were, standing in the almost completely melted snow on the outskirts of the Romanian village, the shy sun rays shimmering on their skin, making their hair glow. Their gaze gave away nothing yet so much simultaneously. Their crystal, shining yet still tired orbs were busy taking in their surroundings, their back turned to him. They didn’t have to face him for him to be able to guess they weren’t from around here. Truth be told, there were several clues that let him know: the clothes, the shoes, the sun-kissed skin - which there’s no way they could’ve obtained from the gloomy sunless winter in the village- but most important, the dead giveaway was the huge rucksack burdening their back and shoulders.

‘A traveler‘, he thought, ‘They’re probably lost. There’s no way they landed in this shithole on purpose.‘

The contemplation of whether to address them or not ends shortly and not really willingly - it mostly has to do with the fact that his thoughts were momentarily shut up when the traveler’s eyes met his. 

Even with the amount of distance between them, something in those E/C pools glinting in the faint sunlight while also reflecting the brightness of the last remaining snow on the ground stole his breath away and paralyzed him. He was rendered helpless and unmoving from simple eye contact with this stranger.

But they weren’t done surprising him with the overwhelming power they unknowingly possessed.

They, out of the blue, shot him a smile that could only be described as blinding. One that sent his heart racing, eyes widening ever so slightly with disbelief. He was rarely offered such a kind reaction upon being seen by someone. A smile - not a mocking or menacing one - was an expression he rarely saw directed towards him.

‘They don’t know you, idiot!‘ He scolds himself mentally, ‘They don’t know what kind of lowlife piece of shit you are.‘

Yeah, they don’t. And they’re never gonna find out

He was willing to pull every lie from the book to keep his miserable life as a nearly homeless, poorly treated worker of three jobs hidden from this stranger. He didn’t want to see pity in those eyes nor sympathy in their smile.

He didn’t want things to change. Though, he simultaneously didn’t know what ‘things’ he didn’t want changed.

And so, he decided to create some, knowing full-well they would be temporary.

“Need any help? You lost or something?“ He calls out to them as he makes his way down from the cliff and into the large field where they’re standing.

They shake their head in response, loose strands of hair forming a curtain over their features as they do so, their smile never fading, “Nope, not at all. I’m exactly where I wanna be.”

“What could you possibly wanna see here?“ He asks, now without having to belch his lungs out due to the smaller distance between them.

They turn away from him, pointing to the monstrosity of a building he’s more than familiar with, towering over the village and dominating the outskirts. Having been abandoned for years now, the factory has become a home for rats, roaches, bats and Karl Heisenberg. The young man runs the risk of having it all crumble atop him while he sleeps the three hours he’s allowed each night. He’s not usually embarrassed by this fact but he doesn’t proudly announce it either. Sure, some people who pick on him and are determined to make his life a living hell have spread rumors about his place of stay but no one dares go into the factory to fact-check. It’s menacing exterior looking to be straight from a horror movie or a nightmare is more than enough to drive any person away, but the haunting noises the place harbors accompanied by the many creatures that produce said noises just add to the fear factor among the villagers when it comes to the century old structure.

“That.“ The traveler says, looking almost dreamily at the building so many people turn to with disgust and fear. “Would it be trespassing to enter? I really wanna have a look inside.“

Forgetting to mask his confused and surprised expression, Karl is caught with that wide-eyed, mouth-slightly-agape look on his face which sends the traveler in a fit of laughter.

“I know I probably sound crazy saying that, but abandoned places are sort of my thing, you know. I can’t simply pass by one without going in and doing a literal scavenger hunt. Not that I ever find much apart from graffiti and crap all over the place, but it’s worth having a look. Especially inside a place that looks that old. And man is it huge.“ No, his assumption was right the first time - their eyes do indeed get dreamy when they turn to observe the giant structure further down the overgrown path.

Who gives him the right to tell them no?

“Lucky I found you then.“ He says, shedding every last bit of confusion and replacing it with enthusiasm, a wide smile plastered on his face, “Follow me, I know all the entrances.“

He needn’t tell them twice. Hell, he barely had to finish his sentence before they literally took flight as they rushed - as much as they could with the heavy backpack they were carrying - towards the factory, taking his hand to drag him along, never stopping their river of gratitude the whole way there.

It awoke something in him, something warm and genuine that made him want to get to know this sunshine in human form better. He hasn’t had a chance to smile plenty in his life, never having a reason to do so. But during this less than five minute interaction, he hasn’t been able to contain the grin brought upon him as a side effect of their own happiness.

“I’m Karl, by the way!“ He informed them as they stomped their way up the path.

“Nice to meet you, Karl!“ They called back, giving him a brief glance over their shoulder, “My name’s Y/N.“

‘Y/N‘ the name echoed and repeated itself in his head, intensifying that feeling dangerously close to adoration.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.“

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Dust and dirt had stuck to their clothes, practically merging with the textile by the time the pair left the factory to see the setting sun once again. The darkness and dinginess of the factory periodically made them forget how beautiful the outside world was. The place was filthy but what Y/N didn’t know is that it had been in a worse state before. Before Karl started staying there.

The young man always had a fascination with mechanical engineering, having met many workers who worked in the factory prior to its closing. They often times snuck him in so he could admire the work process the different types of machinery they had in there - many of which still remained in the factory covered in rust and spiderwebs. That being said, he took it upon himself to clean up a bit, treat the powerful mechanical giants with the respect and decency a machine of their kind deserved. Some he even miraculously repaired - probably the biggest achievement in his life - but he was yet to put them to good use, given that he still didn’t know how to properly operate them and what their true purpose was.

“That was incredible!“ Y/N cheered once the two had stepped onto the grass outside in the field again, “I can’t believe I almost started debating whether to go or not after so many of the villagers tried to scare me.“ They turned to give the factory one more lingering look, “Damn, I wish I could go back in there again to see if we missed anything. Unfortunately, my time’s limited.“ They sigh, checking their wristwatch before sparing the setting sun a look as well. “And it’s almost up.“

The knot that suddenly appeared in Karl’s throat made him choke on the oxygen he had inhaled. The worry of what those words of Y/N’s meant made his stomach turn.

But, before he could ask what they meant, they gave him an apologetic smile, their eyes still shining, but saddened now, “I have to get going. I have a different destination I need to reach by dawn.“ They sighed heavily, looking down at their boots. Karl opened his mouth to say something, but he found himself to be at a loss for words. He felt hollow and empty and couldn’t bring himself to stomach what he had been told. However, Y/N once again beat him to the opportunity of saying something. Their head snapped back up, their eyes meeting his, now glimmering with the glow he had grown to think of as familiar at that point. “However, that doesn’t mean I won’t be back.“ They took him by the wrist and brought his hand up, opening his clenched palm to drop a small chain in it. “Growing up, I was taught to not expect people to return things you give them but to go and take them back yourself. And so, Karl, I’m giving you this necklace and promising I’ll be back to retrieve it.“ They closes his palm again, letting his arm fall by his side. While he still had only processed half of all that happened when they spoke up again, “Ok, so now I ask of you to stay here, not see me off, not follow me, just stand right here. Or you can turn around and walk away too, that’d be even better. Can you do that for me?” They asked, cringing suddenly, “Sorry, I’m bad at goodbyes.“

He faintly nodded, unable to get any words out yet again. That was probably a good thing, cause there was a huge risk that he would’ve asked them to stay if he spoke. 

Taking his nod as a positive response, they gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around and walking off in the direction they came from earlier, leaving him behind.  Karl wanted to force himself to walk in the opposite direction like they had told him to, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off them. He stood there, heart aching, watching them go. All the while squeezing the dog tag necklace tightly in his hand. The physical proof of the person that reminded him how it felt to feel.

The physical proof of the promise that they’d come back.

They’d come back to him.

He’d see them.

And he’d once again think to himself...

There you are, finally, you’re back

[infernalrevenge]

Super duper insecure Moreau watching Beauty and the Beast with ray of sunshine reader who has no idea how close to home the movie's gonna hit him? Drabble pls 💛

YOOOOO THIS IS SO CUTE I'm more than happy to fulfill this request. Everyone needs to give fishy boi some well-deserved love NOW (I made it just a little angsty but it gets sweet in the end, I promise.)

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"You've never seen a Disney movie?"

You're not really sure why you were so surprised -- he lives in the middle of an obscure Romanian village that looks as if they haven't upgraded their technology in over seventy years. The most modern thing you've seen around was the television he used to watch old soap operas.

But here you were now, huddled next to your beau watching Beauty and the Beast on your laptop. Of course you had to start with one of the classics -- this was part of the studio's Renaissance for a reason. You had laid a comfortable spot for yourselves on a soft blanket in a corner of his hut. Every now and then, you glanced over to him, just to see the adorable wide-eyed look of wonder on his face.

How could he not be amazed when everything about this movie was beautiful! The colors, the music, the movement of the characters -- everything was so alive, so vibrant, so exciting! Deep inside, Moreau had always longed for adventure the way Belle did. He would dream of a time where he could maybe leave his reservoir to see the world, in the great wide somewhere. He mostly wanted to explore the ocean, but based on your stories, he wasn't sure how he would fare in a saltwater environment when he was used to freshwater.

Meeting the Beast for the first time though frightened the poor man, at how aggressive and dangerous he was. The more he watched the cursed prince interact with everyone around him at the beginning of the movie, the more his true fear was coming to light: Was... was he like that? Was he going to drive everyone away someday too, cursed to be like this for eternity? They shared a backstory, after all -- doomed to wretchedness and to be reviled by everyone.

All, except one.

Seeing Belle get through to the hurting man inside the Beast hit so close to home. He looked up at you -- the one who saw his flaws, and accepted them anyway. His own Beauty. When you two locked eyes, you smiled and took his hand, nodding back to the screen to encourage him to keep watching. He had to see their "happily ever after."

But when it did, it felt almost... bittersweet for him. The magical transformation of the Beast to a handsome prince after Belle confessed her love left him feeling unfulfilled, like a hollow victory. Did it really have to be this way?

Was it selfish of him to wish that that never happened? Maybe the Beast didn't have to "back to normal" and become human again. Maybe he could have stayed as he was, but Belle would still love him. She would love him regardless, right?

He glanced to you from the corner of his eye, the rare moment you kept your focus on the screen.

Was it selfish of him to want you to stay, even if he won't become a handsome prince? To love him regardless?

"So what'd you think?" you asked, the end credits rolling through the screen as you enthusiastically turned to him.

He was silent, lost in thought as he stared at the shadow behind the screen. You moved closer, squeezing his hand, "Sal?"

"Y/N, am I... am I like the Beast?"

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Do you think we're the same? Do you think he's like me or I'm like him?"

Okay, that didn't completely answer your question, he merely reiterated his point. Still, you tried to answer him. "Uh, well I guess there are some ways you're similar? You're both strong, protective, thoughtful, eager to please-- but in a good way! Just... yeah, there are some things that are the same."

He focused on the screen again, watching the Beast's name roll up on the screen.

"So the things not the same are the end."

Again, you were confused, "Sal, what are you talking about?"

"I'm... not a prince. Not handsome. Not human. Just," he raises his hands, letting go of yours as he shrugged, "Just this."

"And what's wrong with 'this'? What's wrong with you?" He looked like he was about to answer, but you shot it down as quick as you could.

"No, nothing's wrong with you, babe."

Tears started to spill over to his face, shaking his head like he didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to be lied to. "No no, you can't be happy with me. I'm not like the prince. Not gonna turn into someone handsome, ever."

"Sal, Sal," you called to him, gently taking both his hands in an effort to calm him down. "Babe please, deep breaths. In and out, okay?"

He was sniffling a lot, but he nodded and tried to follow your instructions as best as he could. The last thing you wanted was anxiety-induced acid vomit in here, and least of all an upset Moreau.

"Look at me, love." You held his face with both hands, cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world. And he was. "Salvatore, I don't need a prince to have my happily ever after. I have you."

You gave him a gentle smile, "You are all I need." And finally, a soft kiss on the lips to punctuate your point.

He seemed almost too stunned to respond, mouth ajar as he looked at you with wet eyes. Slowly, a smile of his own came to his face, leaning his forehead against yours as he felt something burst in his chest -- happiness.

He may have been cursed, but you were a blessing to him. He might even start to believe that he was one to you too.

[fantasynamesbymeforyou]

Hi everyone! Here's my first collection of names, a short list of names inspired by Summer. My sources are behindthename.com and google translate. Please let me know if I need to make any corrections! I'm going to be making longer lists in the future, so be on the lookout :-)

Amarror - m (Armenian) Summer day

Behar - m (Albanian) Summer

Byeong-Ho 炳昊 - m (Korean) glorious Summer, bright sky

Cayenne - f (English) hot pepper

Chinatsu 千夏 - f (Japanese) thousand Summers

Dāsavāla ದಾಸವಾಳ - f (Kannada) hibiscus

Firefly - m/f (English) a small beetle that blinks bright green on warm Summer nights, looking like little stars floating through the forest

Freckle - m/f (English) small brown spots on the skin that appear with exposure to the sun

Fúróng 芙蓉 - f (Chinese) hibiscus

Grishma - f (Marathi) Summer

Haf - f (Welsh) Summer

Haul - m (Welsh) sun

Ha-Yun 昰昀 - f (Korean) Summer sunlight

Hefin - m (Welsh) Summer

Hibiscus - f (English) A tropical Summer flower known for its beautiful, large, and fragrant blooms. It often symbolizes beauty, femininity, love, and joy

June - f (English) the month where Spring becomes Summer

Ka'ena - m/f (Hawaiian) the heat

Kaskazi - f (Swahili) hot season, Summer

Kembang - f (Javanese) hibiscus

Lieta - f (Belarusian) Summer

Liwar - m (Balochi) hot Summer wind

Mahana - f (Hawaiian) warmth, heat

Mahana - f (Tahitian) sun

Marigold - f (English) a Summer flower with fluffy, round, yellow-orange blossoms. It is associated with warmth, joy, optimism and good luck, and is also used to honor the dead.

Marysol - f (Spanish) sea and sun

Narangerel - f (Mongolian) sunlight

Natsuko 夏子 - f (Japanese) Summer child

Natsumi 夏美 - f (Japanese) beautiful Summer

Nou - f (Hmong) sun

Nway - f (Burmese) warm

Ochieng - m (Luo) born when the sun shines

Pepper - m/f (English) a spicy Summer fruit

Poppy - f (English) a cheerful looking Summer flower associated with sleep, peace, death, and remembrance

Radiance - f (English) being radiant, deep pink

Radiant - m/f (English) radiating rays or reflecting beams of light, vividly bright and shining, showing love, confidence, or happiness

Sayflayl - f (Arabic) Summer night

Shizuka 静夏 - f (Japanese) quiet Summer

Siqniq - f (Inuktitut) sun

Soleil - f (French) sun

Solfrid - f (Norwegian) beautiful sun

Solstice - f (English) the Summer Solstice is the longest day of the year, while the Winter Solstice is the longest night

Somerled - m (Scottish) Summer traveler

Sorin - m (Romanian) sun

Sunflower - f (English) an iconic Summer flower known for its large sun-like blooms. It is often associated with joy, hope, and youth.

Sunniva - f (Norwegian) sun gift

Sunny - m/f (English) exposed to or abounding in sunshine, cheerful, like the sun

Summer - f (English) the season of Summer

Tesni - f (Welsh) warmth from the sun

Tonalli - f (Nahuatl) day, warmth of the sun

Toplica - m (Serbian) warm river

Udane - f (Basque) Summer

Un - m/f (Lao, Thai) warm, tranquil

Willka - m (Aymara) sun

Yáng - m/f (Chinese) meaning ocean 洋, or light, sun, male 阳

Yayuzun - m/f (Azerbaijani) long Summer

Yōta 陽太 - m (Japanese) big sun

Zinnia - f (English) a brightly colored, heat loving flower frequented by butterflies

[post-modern-prometheus]

Peter Maximoff is like a ray of fucking sunshine and the rest of his family are just extremely grumpy and scary looking and everyone is like ‘how tf are you related?’

one day, peter has to bring some kids over to the maximoff house for a group project. they're like lowkey terrified cuz they've either seen wanda and peter at school and they're both super broody and terrifying or have heard the stories ab the time kids gave peter shit for being a mutant and- it didn't end well for the kids once the twins showed up. but peter leads them inside and it's just the most. comforting and homey house they've ever been in. the windows let the perfect amount of sun in. kids drawings and and photos and awards on the walls, toys everywhere. pietro's in the kitchen baking something that smells absolutely delicious. peter yells "i'm home!" in romanian and then there's three small bodies crashing into him and the minimoffs and luna excitedly ask who these other kids are. peter introduces them and then hear comes wanda, asking them if they want some snacks and whatever pastry pietro is laboring over. he calls from the kitchen that they're not her desserts to give away and then they start bickering and peter laughs. the kids set up shop on the floor in the living room and then all of a sudden a little fluffy thing comes bounding into the room and wanda's half-heartedly berating billy and tommy for letting sparky out of his cage while they have guests and then pietro and crystal bring out the pastries and they taste even better than they smell- and the scent lingers long after the entire family and peter's classmates devour them. and just. ✨the maximoff family✨

[tired-college-student-writing]

Tim’s Secret Weapon pt. 12

I’ve been slightly obsessed with @ozmav​ ‘s Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng pairing as of late, and just saw a post that has inspired me more than anything else has in months, so I felt the need to write it

Summary- Tim has always seen the numbers floating above people’s heads, been able to perceive their threat levels with a single glance. After being a hero for so long he thought he was desensitized to seeing high numbers above people’s heads until Damian brings a new friend home.

Part 1

Part 11

Part 12(HERE)

Part 13

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Jason had started cackling as soon as Tim explained why he was cross, pulling the ring from his hand and tossing it back to its proper owner. Damian Bruce and Alfred were intrigued by the prospect by the fact Jason was predestined to be a miraculous wielder. Dick, on the other hand, was pouting at Jason being ‘officially more of a cat than him.’

“You’re not a black cat,” Tim snapped, using the door frame to stay upright, glaring at the stark white number over Jason’s head, “He may claim he’s all about destruction but it’s who he was made into not who he is at his core.”

“What?” Jason huffed, “You’re the one that said my number went up to 15! I’m a cat now, I’m leaving the birds to join Selina.”

“No,” He nearly growled in frustration, staggering over to the couch, “Adrian is the real cat here. At his core, he’s sweet and kind and trustworthy, but he also has chaos at his center. He can destroy a person he believes deserves it without a second thought, tarnish a reputation permanently with no remorse if he believed it was the best course of action, manipulate a person into behaving how he wants with precision and grace without anyone realizing that the ray of sunshine would be able to do so. He’s literally destruction. You aren’t like that Jason, not at your core. You’re a true holder, but you aren’t a Black Cat.”

The room was silent as he finally finished and he couldn’t help, but look around at their stunned faces with confusion. Even the Kwamis had frozen from where they had been whispering on the side table, glancing between each other and Tim.

“What?” He snapped, too tired to deal with anything else tonight.

“You’ve only just met Adrian,” Kim drew out, “And just spouted off stuff I never knew about the sunshine boy with such confidence I’m pretty sure you’re not lying.”

“What do you mean? Of course, I know that stuff, can’t you guys tell it too? That’s just what I can tell from observing if I really wanted to know anything important about him I’d have to do research,” He explained with a groan as he leaned against Dick’s shoulder.

Dick just looked down at him in amazement, “No Timmy, most people can’t tell that kind of stuff just from spending a few hours with someone.”

“Huh? You guys never acted like I was crazy before,” He pointed out looking at his brothers.

“I always assumed you researched our targets before we needed the information,” Bruce hummed, “We had meant to ask you how you knew some of the skills you had listed when you had never met the heroes before making the entries in your journal.”

“I mean I did look up some stuff, but isn’t most of that stuff common knowledge?”

Jason snorted, “I didn’t know Bruce spoke Portuguese before reading his journal entry, replacement. I can say with confidence that there’s no video footage of B or Bats speaking or reading Portuguese anywhere or any reason you should know that before I even kicked the bucket.”

“I…” Tim tried to think back, to why he knew this information, where he had put together the man had known so many languages.

“Tim,” Marinette piped up, “What languages does everyone in here speak?”

“French and English.”

His deadpan earned an eye roll from her, “No, I meant past that. Start with your family and then my team, tell me all the languages. Go.”

He was skeptical of what she was trying to do but decided not to question it, “All the bat speak Mandarin, Spanish, Arabic, and BSL. Bruce knows Romanian, Portuguese, Dutch, Cantonese, and Greek. Alfred speaks German, Italian, Japanese, Russian, and Polish. Dick speaks Romani, Romanian, Dutch, and Russian. Jason has Portuguese, Japanese, Korean, Cantonese, and Russian. I can do Japanese, Romanian, German and Polish.

Damian knows Japanese, Korean, Cantonese, and is just short of fluent in Romanian.”

His eyes turned to the Parisian teens, ignoring the surprise at their extensive list of languages, “ Adrian knows Mardiran and Japanese. Chloe knows Japanese. Kim is fluent in Vietnamese and is nearing passable in German. Max knows Korean and Safan. Alix knows Ancient Egyptian and Arabic. Kagami knows Japanese and Mandarin. Viperion knew quite a bit of Italian but wasn’t quite fluent. Marinette knows Italian, is nearly fluent in Arabic and… actually, I’m not sure what the last one is, but it’s ancient, something close to Sino-Tibetan I think?”

Eyes flashed around the room, before settling on Tim.

“Seriously?” Tim groaned, “None of you knew that?”

Jason's eyes flashed to Damien, “Since when do you speak Romanian?”

He scowled, the tips of his ears burning, “It was going to be a surprise for Grayson, I was hoping to be fluent by his birthday…”

Marinette broke in before any of the brothers could make a comment, “Tim, Damien only practiced Romanian when he knew everyone was out of the house. Nor should you know about the Guardian Language.”

“Guardian Language?” He whispered, head too fuzzy for him to process more than that.

She winced a little, “When the role of Guardian was handed over to me, the language of the Guardians was basically downloaded into my head. It allows me to read the Guardian Grimoire and perform the spells within it to heal kwamis, fixing broken miraculous or create potions to allow them different abilities they don’t usually possess. Usually, there’s a lot of training to be able to deal with the new knowledge being shoved into their heads but my gaining of the guardianship was more than a little unorthodox so I had to deal with migraines for about six months after. I had to decode the secrets for myself even with knowing the language.”

“I don’t even know what the Guardian is,” Tim whispered as the truth set it, “I really shouldn’t know this stuff about you guys…”

“Another aspect of your power, no doubt,” Alfred cut in, “Hardly the worst thing in the world for a detective to have intuition-based knowledge of the people he’s looking up, hmm?”

Tim laughed, “Thanks, Alfred.”

The butler merely nodded, “However, I am fairly certain Master Tim hasn’t been truthful about how much sleep he’s gotten this week and a miraculous drain is dangerous even when well-rested, I suggest suspending this discussion until a proper hour?”

Damien gave him an innocuous look, “ You tried to lie to Pennyworth? Are you completely braindead.”

“Panicking over my secret being out means lots of comfort coffee,” He groaned back as he attempted to bury himself in Dick’s side.  

“Go to sleep Replacement,” Jason huffed, as Dick pulled the other man to his feet. Zombie Tim's duty was something they all had plenty of experience in. It wasn’t long before he was stripped of his costume and sweatpants and an oversized tee pulled on over his bike shorts.

Tim barely registered the lights being turned off as he was bundled into bed, half asleep already.

When Tim arose the next morning he was surprised to see it was only 8 am, seven hours after when he remembered his brother’s getting him to bed. Typically, after the kind of crash, he felt last night he needed a solid thirteen hours of sleep and two cups of coffee to feel this alive again. His answer came from the tiny horse resting on the nightstand.

“Kaalki? What are you doing here?”

“Kwami healing,” She offered in an attempt to be nonchalant as she floated up in front of him, “ Tikki is best at it but every Kwami, barring Plagg, can offer some form of rejuvenation to those who need it. My way of healing is to replenish the energy that has been lost in a timely manner. It was the least I could do after causing you so much distress last night.”

Tim frowned and offered a flat hand for her to land on, “Don’t do that, there’s no blame on you or Marinette or anyone else. Accidents happen, and it’s not like there’s an instruction book on miraculous and metas.”

She fidgeted, “I believe you are correct but I still felt bad for causing such harm to befall you.”

Tim just shook his head, “Either way, thank you. I feel amazing right now.”

She smiled, “Perhaps if you hurry you can join your family for breakfast, I heard they were setting out to leave soon.”

He quickly pulled on his clothes and did his morning routine in the ensuite before entering the main room where his family froze in place as they were pulling on coats and shoes.

“What the fuck are you doing up?” Jason hissed, ready to force him back into bed.  

“Kwami magic has its perks,” Tim defended, hands raised in surrender as Kaalki floated next to him, “I feel more awake then I have in years.”

Alfred grinned, “Ah yes, I remember how Duusu would help us relax after battles. Well come along then,

Marinette squinted at him judgingly, trying to figure out how he was allowed out by his family before Kaalki darted from his jacket over to Max’s. Instead, she just huffs and begins leading the entire group of heroes towards her parents’ bakery, Damien quickly falling in step to her left, glaring at Adrian who had fallen into step on her right.

“SO, replacement,” Jason drawled, dropping an arm around the short brother’s shoulders, “I didn’t get to ask last night cause you looked more zombie then me, but if I’m not a cat, what am I?”

“I don’t even know where to start with miraculous,” Tim huffed, pushing the older man away, “Where would I even start with which miraculous to give to you?”

“Well, how about we give you a starting point,” Adrian asked, turning to walk backwards so he could look at them with a twinkling smile, “Miraculous are broken into two categories, indirect and direct. Direct miraculous powers affect the target of the power directly like the Bee’s venom freezing someone, while the Indirect affect the world around the target, like the Horse’s teleportation. The Black Cat and Ladybug fall outside of the groupings as they’re both direct and indirect. Indirect users can’t use Direct miraculous effectively and can even have adverse effects of transforming too long and vice versa. So does Jason feel like a direct or indirect holder.”

“Indirect,” Tim started, finding the words just started flowing as he stared at the 11 swirling about over his brother’s head, “Jason’s cocky and more stubborn than the Blue Boyscout if you get him going, but he’s also loyal to a fault and filled with so much determination I’m not sure whether to be scared or impressed. No matter how angry he is at someone, or how much he thinks they deserve the consequences of their actions he will be there to protect them by any means necessary. He may talk tough and act stupid but he’s unbelievably wise with instincts unparalleled by normal humans when it comes to trust and how to get out of sticky situations. He can and will kill, but only if it’s the only option left to make it out of a situation alive.”

Jason scowled and pulled on the end of his jacket sleeve as he looked away, “Geez, rip me open why don’t you?”

“Hey, you asked,”

Marinette stared at him with a cryptic eye, “No, he’s right I can see it. I think I know what miraculous to give you.”

Tim’s attention fell away from the conversation as Jason tried to pry the newly found information from the young Guardian. Because that was the least of his worries.

Not when his eyes landed on vibrant blue hair, strikingly familiar, attached to a man sitting on the wall around the Seine, strumming his guitar absentmindedly.

“Found you,” Tim said, causing the man in front of him to smile up at him.

“That was quick,” He laughed, the thick gothic steel-colored 13 made his blue eyes take on a silver hue.

“It’s easy to spot such a high number when most don’t reach past six,” He shrugged.

“You and I aren’t very different, you know?” Steely grey 13 offered, looking back to his guitar.

“I think the masks gave that away,” Tim mussed, “I’m Tim.”

“Luka, Luka Couffaine,” Steely Grey 13, Viperion, Luka offered easily, “And I meant past the masks.”

“How do you mean then, Luka?”

The younger man looked up at him and waved a hand at the chair across from him, “How about you take a seat, Uccellino, and we can compare notes on what it’s like to be meta.”

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[brekkingthebedwithbuckybarnes]

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[positivelysebastianstan]

Happy Friday. Stay Positive!