#sabrina tag pending

[demcnsinmymind]

old thread with @wvtchy continued from here

Why does it still surprise him whenever conversations and situations take a darker turn now? It's his new normal and has been for a while, but it still is what it is. Though the dancing flames paint some color across his face, it still looks pale, paler than before. He presses his lips together to a thin pale line and looks away for a while, into the fire.

"Not nice at all" he replies to her comment, failing to hide how...hard this hits of sorts. The very vivid image memory of lying on a cold operating table. Unable to move, or do anything, while someone in a white doctor's coat starts doing all sorts of things to your body. Without your say in it. Without the chance to stop them. Sure enough, he hadn't exactly been picked apart by them. Thank fucking god. But during those first couple of seconds after losing that panicked fight, he sure'd thought they were going to.

He closes his eyes and his breath hitches, so hard that he actually needs to clear his throat and shake his head.

"I mean, don't think it would be. Getting picked apart, I mean" he replies and rubs his chin with a shaky hand, trying to get a fucking grip. He looks back at her and powers through the ordeal, giving her a little smile again.

"But hey, it's your job, right. Gotta do what you gotta do" he goes on, trying not to be too much of a downer since it's her daily bread and butter. He warms his hands over the flames again and keeps quiet for a moment, but soon enough, he can't help but ask. He's curious. And this is the first time he can openly talk about this stuff with someone without being told all over again that he's a fucking nutjob and belongs in an asylum.

"Do they ever say anything to you?" he asks, shooting her another curious look. "Like, try to stop you, or...ask questions? You don't sound scared by any of this. So I don't suppose like it's straight out of Poltergeist or something, is it?" Unlike his encounters with them. The constant questions. Why'd you lock the door, Lance? I want to go home! Are you happy? Did you get your perfect fucking show?

[orphanedshadow]

continued from (x) with @ladiesandwitches

“Oh my….that sounds awful. You were beaten? Because she thought there was something to be beaten out of you? For Satan’s sake, that’s awful. it doesn’t matter what you are, what you supposedly have inside you, nothing justifies beating anyone, especially your own child, just because they think it’ll will ‘purify’ you. That’s disgusting” Admittedly, so was the sound of Kara getting full on devouring her own mother, no matter how abusive she might have been. But then, Sabrina was never really into the whole cannibalism thing, which her Aunt Zee seemed to think was perfectly normal, and healthy. It’s humanely sourced, Sabrina, we’d never kill a human simply to have something for dinner, for Satan’s sake, it’s as if you’ve never eaten one of your Aunt Hilda’s roasts. She’d probably find this whole ‘eating your abusive mother’ thing totally normal and not at all disgusting.  But Kara had obviously been through something; now was not the time to question the whole blood cannibal thing.  “My Aunt Zelda would say it’s not darkness in your blood it’s power, and it’s the world that decides it’s dark. Ms Wardwell would probably say the same; actually, she knows all about this kinda thing  so she’d probably know exactly why you’re so good with all the…” Sabrina’s eyes flickered over the dark tendrils dancing over Kara’s hand, “shadow stuff. I’m not actually sure what my birthright really brings me, besides a bunch of complications” She gave a small smile before explaining, “Having mortal blood in me as well as witch means both sides think I’m not quite one of them, and it’s also a big target on my back for some people. They think it makes me dirty, that I’m not, I don’t know, a real witch I guess? I don’t know, it’s stupid” Sabrina continued to watch the shadows, almost mesmerised by them. She’d never seen anything like that before, not even when Ambrose was messing around with necromancy or the binding and conjuring spells she’d seen Nick do. “What are they?” She asked, genuinely curious “I mean, like are they all one entity? Or lots of little entities moving as one?”

The statement that it was power that the world decided was dark, well that made her chuckle slightly, twisting the little shadows into the form of a small wispy cat, simply to feel it brush against her fingers as if it was weaving between someone’s legs. “I call it the Darkness because that is how it appears, and how it feels. Like a shadow, something that hides me from sight, protects me from that which may wish me harm. It is instinct, and subconscious…and when I say it is in my blood I mean that literally. I can feel it in my veins, use it to control my blood.”

Another twist of her fingers had the shadows shift, this time into the form of a little bird, one that flitted from fingertip to fingertip with ease. “These are just shadows, they are me, and yet they are not. With these little shadows I can control them somewhat, in that I ask them to take a form and they do. Form dictates function, so they act as they would if they were real creatures. But the darkness itself… if it is anything it is one entity. A scavenger, that made itself from thousands of other things, and that is influenced by those sources, but one entity nonetheless.”

Sabrina’s comment made her smirk for a split second before she regained composure, the feeling of being something ‘other’ one she knew far too well. “In my experience that is generally how people treat things they can not understand or predict. If it is not what they think it should be then there must be something wrong with it, because if not they have to re-evaluate everything that they do.”

[r1pleys]

am i allowed to put taste on rhea's playlist ? because it's such a bop for her.

[demcnsinmymind]

West. Such a simple thing. Such a simple task. Heading west. Heading home. That's what he'd been trying to do. Hitching that ride to leave this town. Finally. Definitely. That alone had taken days. Just lingering about. Hiding away in abandoned ruins, ever so terrified of running into a cop. Or the wrong people. It wasn't exactly easy. Traveling when he didn't have a car anymore. No license. No money. Too much of a chicken to ride a train without paying, ever so scared of getting caught and booked for not just dodging the fare, but for murder.

Hitchhiking - the only option, really. And wasn't that ever so funny. Even if he didn't think about all the creeps just waiting for some homeless no name penniless victim to hitch their ride...those other people were still out there, too. Her. Her people. Whoever believed in this madness. Wanted him. One more time. The final time. After all, they'd waited literal decades for him.

So who was there to assure him that none of those people rushing past in their cars were not hers? Friendly? Willing to just help a guy out? It had taken him days to muster the courage to attempt it, until at last, he'd found himself inside a vehicle. Riding along the roads leading out of town. Heading west. Closer to home.

They'd made it less than 50 miles when it hit him. A sudden need. To stop. To look. To see. In the middle of nowhere. Getting closer and closer until it got so severe that he was practically yelling for the guy to stop the car, let him out. That strange feeling of...urgency. Until he found her. Lying in a ditch. Wet. Cold. Dirty as hell. Traces of blood staining the back of her work uniform. He knew she was a mortician. Knew that it involved blood. But on her back? Her head? This was fishy. This was wrong. This was definitely wrong. Her. Couching up clumps of dirt. Staring up at the sky. Looking like a corpse. A lifeless body someone'd been trying to bury. "Couple of miles west of the town you life in. Pretty much in the middle of nowhere. What the hell happened to you? Are you okay?"

He searched the ground around her, not just looking for her things, for her phone, but also looking for that dreadful possibility. A hole in the ground, somewhere close by. And whoever or whatever had done this. Lurking somewhere in the background. Past old tree trunks and within the darkness of the surrounding forests. Lurking. Watching. Waiting.

"Tell me the last thing you remember."

@demcnsinmymind

when she finally swims back into a fuzzy state of consciousness, sabrina finds herself blinking more than usual. as if remerging from a heavy does of anesthesia, she fails to recall the moment she dipped under, or why. the only memories that come were the mundane ones, a to-go cup of black coffee, warm in her hand, the delicate sound of autopsy tools clinking on a metal tray, someone clearing their throat down a closed off hall.

the intensity of her confusion only flourishes when his face comes into focus. her first thought is: is this how we'll always find one another? amongst the disorientation is a slight touch of relief. if there's one thing about their relationship, it's their acquaintance with rocky situations. hypothermia, stuck in a powerless convenience store during a winter storm, and now this. the term guardian angel cuts across the turbulence, and if she weren't dazed, she might have giggled.

there's a dull, throbbing ache coming from the back of her head, spreading to the front where it causes her vision to pulse in time with it. a lethargic scan of her surroundings tells her that she's adjacent to a quiet back-country road. the other side offers nothing but trees, and she assumes the same thing for the side they're on. she's about to try and speak, but there's something lodged in her throat. sabrina rolls to her side, and a few mild coughs produce a clump of dirt, to which she simply stares at.

had she...been underground? it's the only logical conclusion to spitting out dirt, right? bewildered, she rolls back onto her back, looking at the blue, cloudless sky above them. "where are we?" sabrina asks quietly.

[awalkoflife-arc]

+ happy father's day to bodhi's dad / @protectivehearts' noah !

bodhi lee flynn is waiting patiently at the kitchen table. he's been awake since six am, setting up his dad's presents and helping his mom prepare a father's day breakfast. it's now just a little after nine and he smiles as soon as noah makes an appearance. "momma said i couldn't wake you up early." bodhi blurts out, as though it's a secret. "happy daddy's day!" he gently nudges a gift bag across the table and reaches his little arms out to give noah a hug. "you're the best in the whole wide world. let's open your presents!" sab watches her two boys gently embrace and walks toward them to give them both a kiss on the cheek. she's already made noah a coffee and is setting it down on the table alongside his bag of goodies. "happy father's day babe, thanks for giving me the best gift in the whole wide world. we love you so much." she smiles, ruffling her hand through bodhi's blonde hair.

( the boxers are from sab! )

[demcnsinmymind]

@wvtchy continued from here

It's his first winter back outside. Its first winter out here, as much as he can tell, because it seems to be nowhere near prepared for the effects this cold actually has on a human body. Apart from the occasional fucking around with shady people and creatures, it's usually taking charge of his body to get him somewhere. Different places, sometimes even shelter, be it some abandoned house or an outright break in into a hotel room or apartment.

But it's exactly one of those 'excursions' that leave him under prepared for the sudden storm now. Or more so his body, not his mind, because he's kind of seen it coming hours ago. Felt it. Used to sense it all the time, given that he grew up right next door to the north pacific ocean.

It tries its best to keep him going. Get him somewhere, dependent on his memory alone. His memory of her, Sabrina, the only woman he knows in this town, the only one with at least somewhat of a medical degree. Even if she's a mortician. If it keeps him going like this out here in the cold, not understanding fucking hypothermia, he guesses that her job might just fit the bill for him after all.

And he's almost there. The comfortable warmth of some random interior. A store maybe. Or one of the view abandoned places, though they won't help much with the cold either. He needs warmth. Central heating. Maybe even a bed and a shitload of blankets. It has him less than a couple of yards away from the place when his body gives in. Hypothermic from insufficient clothing, amplified by the lack of regular meals, weakened by terrible barely there sleeping patterns. Like a puppet that's had its strings cut. Good too know that hypothermia is a way to force it to lose its grip on him.

That's not to say that it's still trying to keep him afloat. Trying to keep him moving (no luck), trying to manipulate his surroundings by getting rid of the snow and lighting shit on fire (barely any luck since his weakness also weakens it), even trying to possess others to help (even less luck since it worsens his original state, the fact that he has a huge fucking hole in his brain on top of the whole hypothermia deal). He can feel its power amplifying the angrier it gets with the state he's in, only draining his strength further. It's only then when that voice suddenly slips through the ice-y void somewhere. Followed by her face.

Got him to her after all by the looks of it. He gives her a weak snort and smirk, which only highlights how blue his lips have gotten.

"I don't know. A walk-in freezer at the local Walmart? I kinda...got lost" he half lies, half admits, laughing and completely out of it. "What are you doing here? You following me?" But despite the question he's not pushing her away, reaching out instead. Knowing deep down that if he doesn't hold on and make her help him in any shape or from, that might be it.

[demcnsinmymind]

wvtchy​:

sabrina still watches him carefully, but by this point, she no longer feels it’s necessary to put so much effort into keeping her walls up. maybe it’s the long day that weighs on her shoulders or maybe it’s their surroundings, and after all, she has human in her. humans always crave companionship in the dark. 

she still can’t put her finger on what’s off about him. her energy is zapped and her mental sharpness has been ground down by the day’s endlessness. looking at bodies all day often drains her. funny, how something so lifeless sucks life away. 

it’s not everyday someone asks about her line of work. and, it being something she’s wildly passionate about, she can’t help but crack open. despite the odd energy she gets from him, he’s nice enough, has even smiled and cracked a joke.

“it’s…indescribable.” she whispers, staring into the fire with a ghost of a smile haunting her face. her lips tug into the smallest of frowns when she realizes how fucking creepy that sounds.

“it is a lot of old people,” she adds quickly, shooting him an almost bashful look, “old age, cancer, heart attacks. with older people, the families usually already know what they died from.”

“seeing someone’s insides, i think, will always have some degree of weirdness,” sabrina says with a short laugh, “but i’ve seen some very…dark things.” from her experience, most people believe in the supernatural. especially if they work in the medical field or see a lot of death. “do you believe in ghosts?”

Ahhhh yeah. This again. Family talk. He should’ve figured as  much when he got her on that old people track. For a moment, he can’t help but get lost in thought. Thinking about the whole package. Old age. Dying of old age and from natural causes. Surrounded by family and what not. Sure enough. He’s fought like hell to stay alive and he’s more than determined to keep it that way for a long time. But still. Somehow, all thanks to everything he’s gone through and everything he’s still going through these days, he’s getting the sense that maybe, he’s not going to go out the same way. Not that there will be anyone left or even there to begin with, when he croaks it himself.

Her talking about seeing someone’s organs naturally snaps him out of his train of thought. Since he’s only heard half of it though, having been lost in thought and all, it doesn’t creep him out nearly as it much as it probably should. He just gives her a soft snort and wants to say something superficial and dumb already, but the look on his face instantly changes when she asks him if he believes in ghosts.

He can feel it...stirring inside. Like it’s been called out, been addressed. He grids his teeth a bit and barely manages to keep his cheek from twitching. Balling his hands into fists for a second, only to release them again the second he remembers that she doesn’t know him, is all alone with him, and that he doesn’t want to scare her. Eventually, a crooked smirk starts to break through, and for a second, he honestly cannot tell who it’s coming from. Him, trying to ease the mood and play over the shift in him, or it, feeling interested, intrigued, ready to deliver on the haunted house that it itself is.

“Would you laugh at me if I told you that I do? What about you?”

[slutouttanowhere]

pairing: Roman Reigns x Sabrina Richards

word count: 5k

a/n: not much to say here, Naomi, and Sabrina’s entrance song: My House by Beyonce, hope y’all enjoy, reblogs are much appreciated. Follow me for more ❤️

⏪ Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Adam Pearce is dead set on overworking me tonight, not only did I have an appearance with Seth, and Cody tonight, I’m booked for a tag match for the titles with Naomi. “Anyway like I was saying, the neon looks bomb on you girl.” Naomi beamed at me, when my pouty expression didn't change she started dancing, and playfully backed her booty up on me. “Don't leave me hanging now.” She said mid twerk, Naomi was determined to get a laugh out of me, and there’s no way you could deny her. 

“Fine.” I giggled, my hips began to sway to the music in my head, but then I slightly bent at the wait poking my booty out. Of course Naomi cheered me on, which drew the attention of others, and the next thing I knew Carmella, and Liv had danced their way over to our side of the hallway. Liv had pulled out her phone, and set it up on one of the unused crates. 

“Dance break!” Carmella shouted, soon my stress from earlier was forgotten for the moment. 

“She got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there, don't act like you dont know.” I sang Beyonce’s lyrics, and Naomi posed in her best cowboy pose, which led to us all trying to follow suit, the four of us bursted out into laughter. The chatter had started up again, and I was in the middle of filming a tiktok with Naomi when Roman rolled by, this time only Solo by his side. Which was suspicious, but I decided to ignore it. 

“So…this is what you do with your free time, making tiktoks.” Roman’s judgmental tone came from behind me, I could see in the reflection of my camera his eyes were watching me. Looking me up and down like a starved wolf. My lips pressed together, I could feel my blood pressure rising from the way he’s nearly breathing down my neck, and when I looked over to Naomi she was standing with her arms folded. A small smirk on her lips, I may or may not have told her about the pending crush I had on The Tribal Chief, of course she was more than happy I was moving on from a past shitty relationship. I continued doing my dance as if he wasn't standing there, a bold move on my part, but I didn't even know what to say to him, or how to say it. The only time I had interactions with Roman was in direct relation to Cody and Seth, neither of them were here now. 

“Don't act like you dont hear me talking to you girl.” Roman raised his voice, then grabbed my arm, and turned me to him. I whipped around, and met him with a glare. I tried to pull my arm away, but he wouldn't let me go, he was taken aback by me putting up a fight. That only seems to excite him, the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a playful grin. 

“Oh pardon me my Tribal Chief, I’m just confused as to why the hell you’re bothering me?” I questioned him, my tone stale, and a forced smile on my lips.  I wasn't in a pleasant mood tonight, and I had a long list of reasons as to why, Roman being the top of that list. I could hear the girls quietly instigating behind us, and for a second his eyes flickered over my head to the peanut gallery behind us, and back to me. 

“So moody today? Is it because you're tired of dealing with those losers, I already told you how to solve that.” He teased, he laughed smugly, he leaned in closer to me. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach fluttering vigorously, the scent of his expensive cologne invading my senses made it hard for me to think.

“What I’m tired of is you acting like you’re not scared.” I looked him up and down, I noticed his hair was not tied back in his trademark tight bun, but instead, fell down around his shoulders framing his face. His hair was curlier then how he usually kept it, I preferred it that way, but I knew he liked to keep it out of his face when he’s in the ring. 

He scoffed, “Scared? Of those clowns? The failure, and his dancing jester?” 

“Roman, everybody knows what you’re scared of babe…irrelevance. And all of it is in that undisputed title, when it’s gone, who are you then? Just, Roman Reigns.” I thought I was being funny, but it seems I bit back at him more than I intended. My logic turned off, and my mouth started running without thought; his tongue slowly glided across his lips, and his eyes looked up to the ceiling. He mumbled something inaudible to himself before his gaze found mine again, he scowled at me

“How many times have I told you to address me as ‘My Tribal Chief,’ Sabrina?” His voice now deep, and gruff. He sighed heavily, shaking his head, his grip on me loosened temporarily, and that’s when I remembered he was still holding on to me. Our proximity caused the butterflies in the pit of my stomach to swirl violently, and send a shiver down my spine. I had pressed his ego in front of other people, and now I would pay for it. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson for being a bad girl.” My heart pounded in my ears, nervous as to what the hell he meant by that, surely he wouldn’t put his hands on me in a violent way? 

“Naomi, Sabrina, you guys have ten minutes to head to gorilla.” An official had walked up to our group, their eyes lingered on Roman’s grip on me, reluctantly let me go. Naomi then pulled me by the shoulder, and dragged me off in the opposite direction. I looked over my shoulder, sure enough his eyes were watching me. I whipped back around, and tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. 

“Girl…” Naomi trailed off, we stood behind the curtain, Hunter sat behind the monitors watching the show. He gave us a wave, but barely took his eyes off the small screens. 

“I know.” I sighed, she knew better than anyone the burden I shouldered with this drama, but she also knew how stubborn I can be when it comes to getting what I want, and executing the plan on my terms.

“Let’s not think about that right now, instead, lets focus on whooping Sonya, and Shayna’s ass’. After they jumped us last week, they gone feel this glow. Ya feel me?” Naomi and I slapped hands hitting our hand shake, then bumped hips, I couldn't help the giggle that came from me. 

“I’m so glad you're my partner.” I pulled her into a hug wrapping my arms around her waist, her long toned arms going around the back of my neck, when we heard DIY’s music hit signaling their win we knew we would be up soon. 

“You know I got your back B.” She hugged me tighter, then we ran through our warm ups, and some stretches while we waited. Hunter notified us that after the commercial break we were out first, soon they hit our music, and out we went. The lights in the arena went out, and the stadium nearly exploded from the roar of the fans, my skin prickled with goose bumps from the loud pop we received for us tonight. It felt so good to know my home town still showed up for me when we came around. 

“WHO THEY CAME TO SEE? ME. WHO REP IT LIKE ME DON'T MAKE ME GET UP OUT MY SEAT. UH OHHH” Our music blasted through the arena, Naomi and I danced down to the ring, our glow in the dark, neon gear the brightest thing in the arena besides the titan tron behind us. This was the best part of my night, having fun with Naomi, she's such a breath of fresh air. “No sauce or nothing.” Naomi mumbled to me shaking her head as we watched  Shayna and Soyna walk down to the ring, they  didn't really do fancy entrances. They’d rather get straight to the fight, that’s fine by me, the faster I can beat their ass the faster I can get back to Cody and Seth. Shayna and I started things off, immediately she tried to get me into a sleeper hold. I was quick to power out of it bucking my hips back into her pelvis, I could hear her grunting, but she held on to me. It was becoming difficult for me to breathe, I knew I couldn't give up just yet, a contender's spot was on the line. Naomi amped up the crowd stomping her foot on the apron, “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW!” She shouted, I bucked my hips back into her a second time, and then a third time till Shayna stumbled backward. She landed on her butt roughly, I could hear the crowd cringe, but I didn't let that distract me. She struggled to her feet, but I kicked at her shoulder, then switched back and forth giving her a barrage of kicks to both shoulders. She stumbled on her feet, quickly I hopped up to the top turnbuckle, Naomi slapped my thigh thus tagging herself in, and I ended my move with a missile dropkick to Shayna’s chest. 

Naomi flawlessly hops up onto the top turnbuckle, and into a splash frog, into a pin. Shayna was slow to kick out, nevertheless, Naomi moved to the next thing, and brought Shayna up to her feet. Before Naomi had the chance to do anything, Shayna popped up, and clocked Naomi right across the face. “C’mon Naomi wake it up girl!” I shouted and clapped my hands at her, she didn't have much time to recover, Shayna took Naomi’s confusion as an opening to lock her in the sleeper hold. This time she didn't make the same mistake she made with me, Shayna then wrapped her legs around Naomi’s waist so she wouldn't be able to shake her off like I did. She was trying to fight it off, but she was fading. I was stomping the apron so damn hard one would think I might break it off the bone, but in all my efforts it was working. “Fuck it.” Led by passion to get my hands on those titles, I couldn't let us go out like this, the referee was too slow to stop me. I got in between the ropes, and popped Shayna on the back of the neck with an enziguri kick. She immediately dropped to the ground with Naomi, as I was trying to untangle them, Sonya had shoved me, without hesitation she climbed on top of me. Her fists attacked me, while she was doing that, she didn't see how I reached out, and slapped Naomi’s hand.

Naomi finally stumbled up, and dragged Shayna’s body out the ring. While Sonya was busy flexing to the crowd, I ran up to her, hooked my arm around the back of her neck then planted her face first into the mat landing a bulldog. The crowd was in a frenzy, cheering, and shouting for Naomi and I. While she’s laying there trying to recover, I climbed to the top rope, I steadied my feet before flipping off the top turnbuckle into my finisher StarGazer. I landed right on top of Sonya. I went for the cover, and she kicked out. I didn't bother waiting for her to recover. I stood up, then stomped both my feet into her gut off the top turnbuckle, then I grabbed her by her legs, and flipped her over locking in the Sharpshooter. Shayna had tried to get in to break my hold, but Naomi’s long legs kicked her on the side her head, thus knocking Shayna out. Sonya screamed, scratched, and clawed. Anything to get out of my grasp, little did she know I hadn't even sat all my weight down on her, until I could feel her dragging me towards the ropes. I dragged her back to the center, and sat all the way down on her lower spine applying more pressure. 

She wasn't able to take the pain to her back any longer, and ultimately ended up tapping out. The bell rang, Naomi climbed back into the ring, and they hit our music. We wrapped our arms around each other, hugging each other tightly, and excitedly jumping up, and down. After our celebratory dance, we made our way up the ramp, and to the back. “Damn we were on fire tonight!” Naomi beamed, we slapped hands, and bumped hips. I was really proud of how far we’ve been making it since teaming up together, the future's looking bright for us. We walked back to the locker room with our arms linked chatting about what we were gonna be doing tonight after the show. After a quick shower, I had the makeup team apply my makeup this time. Tonight for Miz TV, Seth wanted to wear black, and red. To what his outfit was going to be I wasn't sure, but he said his shoes were going to be a surprise. Cody wasn’t into fashion much, he usually left the flashiness up to Seth and I. My appearance with the boys was revealed to me the day before, so unfortunately I had zero red items in  my suitcase. After an impromptu trip to the mall, I was able to throw something together that would appease Seth, but also match his color scheme of the night.

“Alright Sabrina, all done.” Laure, my makeup artist, held a mirror up to my face. It was perfect as I expected, and just as swift. I gave her a quick hug, thanked her for her life saving work, and went about my business. While I was on my way to find Seth and Cody I bumped into them. “Oh hey, I was just about to come and find you guys.” Cody, who’s deadpan facial expression let me know all I needed to know about how he felt about his outfit. He was dressed nicely in his usual three piece suit, when my eyes landed on his dark red tie, and a dark red vest to watch. Then I looked at Seth who was of course grinning from ear to ear; it appeared he was wearing all black, “look down Sabrina, check out my awesome dancing shoes, ha haaa.” He laughed, he took a step back for me to see his whole outfit: red sunglasses, black puffer jacket, and black puffer pants to match with a black fishnet top. My eyes continued to travel down to see these big, bright, red boots. I was shocked, though I wasn't sure whether I liked them or not. I shrugged feeling impartial, “all I know is, you’re probably the only person that could pull them off the way that you are.” 

“Yeahhh, we look like money, baby.” Seth cackled, then he turned to Cody, and wrapped an arm around his neck. “Lighten up man, have some fun for once.” Seth tried to coax a smile out of Cody, but we all knew how stubborn he could be. That didn’t stop Seth from trying, but when they played our music grinned mischievously. “Ohhh that’s our cue.” Seth pushed me ahead of them so that I would step out first, the crowd roared to life, and as if it couldn’t get any louder, when Cody and Seth came out after me the noise level was deafening. This seemed to have brought a small smile to Cody’s lips, I bumped my shoulder into his, and we linked our arms together. Miz was already waiting in the ring, his show all set up with three chairs for us, and mics waiting. Seth held the ropes open for me, and I was thankful that I wore sneakers tonight. 

The crowd was buzzing with energy, I couldn’t help but stand in the middle of the ring to soak it all in. A sensation of excitement coursed through me, they started to sing Seth’s song, which brought Seth out of his seat. “You sound beautiful Cali, absolutely gorgeous!” I shouted, though I could barely hear myself over them, my skin prickled with goosebumps underneath my fur jacket.

Cody brought the mic to his lips, his eyes swept across the arena, and landed on Miz. Who sat patiently letting us have our moment, he to wore a smirk on his lips; he’s been the one stirring the pot between us and The Bloodline this whole time. Anything for views. 

“So…Miz, Cali, what do ya wanna talk about?” He asked, the corners of his lips curling into a small grin, Seth finally took his seat on the other side of me. His large red boots in my peripheral vision, despite them being an eyesore, I happened to catch something else. In the crowd, back in the third row behind commentary there was a person just sitting there with a hood on. I couldn’t really see their face from the way they angled their head downwards, a chilling sensation went through me. 

I tried to ignore it, and I thought I was doing a good job at it till Seth elbowed me. “C’mon boss, look alive! We are in your home state San Diego, California after all!” He shouted, drawing the attention away from my stoic moment, but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. 

“Uh, sorry, I was distracted by Seth’s bright ass boots.” I joked, Miz looked at me a bit worried at first, but like a professional he carried on as well. 

“How do you guys expect to defeat the Bloodline? The tag titles are on Jimmy and Jey Uso right now. While Seth and Cody are amazing competitors individually, things are a bit shaky as a tag team.” Miz spoke honestly, all eyes turned to me, and I honestly wasn’t sure how to answer that. 

“The Usos have been tag teaming together since the very beginning, they know no other way. On top of the fact that they’ve been tag champions for quite a while, and that is the exact reason they are going to lose those titles. See if it’s one thing I’m good at, it’s getting into the mind of my opponents, I mean I do have a Psychology degree after all.” I chuckled letting the crowd reply, but then I continued. “Jimmy and Jey have gotten way too comfortable where they are, complacent, and lazy. They think they’ve got it all in the bag, but come this weekend at Hell In A Cell, Cody and Seth are going stomp the fuck out of them.” I could hear Seth cackling behind me, the crowd began to sing Seth’s song. 

“And what happens if you’re unsuccessful?” He asked, he leaned in with a quizzical expression, a slight smirk on his lips as if he stumped me. 

I took a breath, tossing my hair over my shoulder, staring straight ahead at the audience, I said, “how’s that old saying go? There’s always a plan B.” There was a mixed reaction from the crowd, and I knew I had them eating out the palm of my hand then.

Miz was going to ask another question, but he was cut off by Roman’s music. I froze, my smile gone, and my heart pounding in my ears. It’s never a good thing when Roman shows up, with only Paul Heyman at his side, he holds onto Roman’s undisputed title tightly. The Ula Fala draped around his neck seemed to have caught the lights of the arena making it shine gloriously. His lips were moving, but we had no idea what he was saying. Cody stood from his chair, instantly on guard, he grabbed onto my wrist. 

“Roman, Roman, Roman….I just knew you couldn’t help but show your ugly face.” I said dryly, he always shows up at the worst moments, and I hated that for me. He slowly approached the ring, then hopped on the side of the apron where I stood. I took a step back accidentally bumping into Cody, I didn’t take my eyes off The Tribal Chief, nor did he take his eyes off me as he stepped into the ring. 

He held his hand out to Paul, without hesitation Paul placed a microphone in Roman’s waiting hand. “So now you’re a liar, because I know for a fact you don’t think my face is ugly baby girl.” He smiled smugly, his chocolate brown eyes looking me up and down, as observing me from head to toe. He lingered on my sneakers, then looked at Seth's boots, and then back to me. A humorous expression on his face, “with the exception of Sabrina, y’all look like some clowns.” The crowd didn’t like his insult at all, which only caused Roman to laugh harder. He casually leaned against the ropes, soaking up the hate, and loving every second of it. 

“What do you want Roman, you’re wasting our time.” I rolled my eyes trying to move things along, placed my hand on my hip, and switched my weight from one foot to the other. 

“I’m the WWE Undisputed Champion, your time is my time. Matter of fact, shit don’t shake around here unless I want it to. This is all mine, and I can do with it as I please.” He spread his arms out wide, he took his time making his point crystal clear.  “This ring? It’s mine, the cute little chairs y’all were just sitting in, it’s mine. Y’all in this sold out arena in San Diego because of me!” He didn’t stop there, Roman only knew how to take things too far. “This WWE universe, down to the bullshit they tweet online, is only ever relevant because my name is attached to it.” He turned towards the crowd, his eyes wide, and his fist beating his chest. “So…instead of bitching, you should be thanking me, it’s because of me, that you are the star that you became. All three of y’all.” He took a step closer to me, but Cody  stepped between us. 

“Cut the shit Roman.” Seth snapped at him, “I’m the one that put you in the Shield, I’m the one that set you on this Tribal Chief path in the first place!” He shouted from behind me, Roman’s eyes widened, enraged that Seth implied such a thing. 

“You didn't do a goddamn thing for me, but lie, you backstabbing bitch!” Roman growled out, hurt still evident in his voice, that was years ago at this point, but nothing felt worse than your family hurting you.

I threw the mic down at the chair, and put my hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Guys, let's not tonight okay?” I pleaded with them, they should be reserving their energy instead of fighting right now. Roman got under Cody’s skin with ease, no matter what came out of Romans mouth it got a reaction. 

“You keep holding on to the past, you're going to lose your future.” Cody closed the gap between them, he pointed to the golden title Paul Heymen held onto with dear life, and the crowd was so loud I could barely hear Roman’s words. Something along the lines of, “you keep running your mouth, you might lose a couple teeth.” 

“Cody–” I was cut off by Seth bumping into me, which caused me to bump into Cody, and he bumped Roman. That was all the excuse Roman needed to push Cody back and punch him square in the jaw. 

“Shit.” I cursed, the sound of shouting, and grunting came from behind me. Jimmy and Jey were both beating Seth outside the ring. I went to climb out the ring, but two large hands grabbed me by the arms, and spun me around. 

Romans hands grasped my shoulders, his eyes dark, and shining with malice. “I told you! I told you there would be consequences, look at what you caused, look at what you made me do!” A chill ran down my spine, I tried to pull away from him, but his grip only tightened. He brought me closer, then spun me in his arms so that I could watch as Jimmy and Jey rolled Seth back into the ring. The hooded man I saw earlier hopped the barricade, then revealed himself. Solo Sikoa, I should have known. 

He stalked over to Cody in the corner who was very much out of it, “don’t do this.” I mumbled, I was in disbelief that this was happening, I knew Solo was out there, but I let myself get distracted as usual. There was so much chaos going on all at once, I didn't know where to look next, Cody, and Solo were closest to me. He stomped at Cody’s hands, and any body part he could get to.

“Don’t look away, watch them, watch the destruction; this is what needed to happen. You need to see that these two bozos are not worth it, Seth was never worth it.” He whispered in my ear for only me to hear, I didn’t take my eyes off Solo when he set Cody up in the corner, ripped his suit open, and chopped him across his chest until Cody fell back down to the mat. It didn’t stop there, “and when you finish that one, this one is next!” Roman shouted, his arms tightened around my waist, and stomach. His hands felt hot on my skin, his nails dug into my flesh reminding me of how he was in control of this situation. 

Solo set Cody up again, this time he held his thumb up high, and brought it down onto Cody’s throat with a powerful torque behind it. He slid down in the corner, groaning in pain, Solo wasted no time turning to Seth, and as much squirmed around he just couldn’t get free. Solo’s thumb went up, and when it came down, I wholeheartedly believed that one was personal. Roman held onto my wrist with an iron grip as he pulled me out of the ring, “stop fighting me!” He growled out. I rolled underneath the bottom rope, Jimmy, Jey, and Solo following suit. Paul Heyman was already close by Romans side, a sickening smirk on his lips. 

“Step ya game up fuck boy!” Roman laughed into a mic, Seth wobbled to his feet, a look of confusion and hurt in his eyes as he watched Roman retreat with me. He tugged me along up the ramp, and into the back. No one said anything, he had that much pull. I passed Naomi on the way back, she gave an apologetic look, but I remained quiet. I felt like we had been walking forever till we reached a door with a sign that read,‘Tribal Chief Roman Reigns,’ indicating their private locker room. It was a nice set up, better than Seth and Cody’s I knew that much. A dark brown conference table centered the room, a nice layout of fruits, vegetables, cheese, meat, and crackers on a table off to the side near a mini fridge. A tan colored sofa on the other side near large ceiling to floor windows overlooking San Diego. I walked over to the windows, it was a long night, and all I wanted more than anything was to sleep. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing, scrolling through my notifications I saw they were mostly Seth and Cody blowing my line up. Then an endless stream of tweets about what everyone just witnessed, I bit my lip trying to stifle the giggle that pressed against my lips. I exhaled, then tucked my phone back in my jeans. 

“Alright Uce, we got a match in a little bit.” Jey informed Roman, I always found their dynamic interesting. If Roman had a favorite twin, I put all my money on it being Jey. I’m not totally surprised, Jey is a sweetheart, and more reserved, the complete opposite of Jimmy, who’s always trying to get a laugh out of their cousin.

“Go…take Solo with you, knowing those clowns they’ll be tripping over each other to get back at us for what just happened.” He sighed, Jinny tried to slap hands with Roman, but was met with an annoyed expression. 

Jimmy slapped his own hand, smiling sheepishly, “yeet.” Solo stared at his brothers, a disappointed stare in his eyes, wordlessly he exited first, Jey clapped Jimmy on the shoulder then followed behind their baby brother. “Damn, y’all wait for me!” Jinny called after his brothers. 

I shook my head, My gaze landed on Paul who was watching me with curious eyes. I lifted an eyebrow at him, but neither of us said anything. 

“Ah, my Tribal Chief.” Paul called to Roman as if he just remembered something.

“Yes?” Roman turned to the wiseman, a small smile on his lips, and his shoulders more relaxed in comparison to earlier. 

“I have a few business calls to make, may I be excused?” He asked ever so politely, I had to repress the urge from rolling my eyes. As sensitive as Paul is, the incoming revelation will shock him the most I’m sure of it. 

“Of course, take your time, actually if I need you I’ll give you a call.” He patted Paul on the shoulder with his free hand, Paul turned and gave me one last look, his stare lingering longer than it should have. Roman stepped into his line of sight blocking his view of me. 

Paul bowed respectfully, “My Tribal Chief.” Then he left, leaving just Roman and I. He slowly turned to me, our grins grew simultaneously, I skipped over to him, and threw my arms around his neck. 

“When I met you all those years ago…I never thought you were an evil genius.” Roman chuckled, then kissed me on the nose causing me to let out a giggle, then pressed my lips to his. 

“All pretty girls are secretly evil.” I laughed, I took him by the hand, and led him over to the sofa. He brought me into his lap, “and then when we finally reveal it all to them, Cody and Seth will crumble.” My hands caressed Romans face, I loved how his eyes softened when he looked at me, and now that we finally had alone time I could stare at him as long as I wanted uninterrupted. 

“Seth is an idiot.” He mumbled between kisses, his face buried in my cleavage, he inhaled my scent, then let out a growl. His hand slid up my thigh to my waist trying to feel any exposed skin he could. All that pent up energy from not being able to touch each other for so long was starting to unravel. 

“Mmm we should save it for later, we’ve got a whole weekend after all.” I moaned out, Roman swept my hair behind my shoulder, then trailing sloppy kisses up my neck to my cheek. His large hand gripping my breast nearly ripping the flimsily lace top. 

“Ugh, you’re right.” He looked down at his watch, the show was pretty much over at this point, and Jimmy, Jey, and Solo were traveling together. I grabbed him by his beard, kissed him softly one last time before getting up, and crossed the room to nibble on the plate of food Roman had. A knock came from the opposite of the door ruining my current mood, nevertheless, Roman opened the door to reveal Paul Heyman on the other side. 

“Everything is set to go for your time off, is there anything else you need from me my chief?” Paul asked. 

“Nah, I’ve got it all handled from here wiseman, let’s get goin, the sooner we’re on the jet the better.” Roman reassured him, then Roman grabbed me by the arm, and pushed me ahead of him. 

Paul gave us a perplexed look, “um, my Tribal Chief…she’s coming with us?” 

“Are you questioning my methods?” Roman paused, turning to the wiseman, his tone gave no room for argument, and Paul was keen on that. 

“Oh absolutely not.” He responded without hesitation, his eyes darted to me, but my eyes were on Roman. If the direction of things were changing, I would wait for his signal; I suggested he let Paul in on the plan Roman wanted this as close to the chest as possible. 

“Good.” Roman pushed me gently forward, “walk.” He ordered me, I did as told, turning with my head down to hide the smirk forming on my lips. 

After we finally made it onto the Jet, Roman took a seat directly across from me, and Paul took a seat towards the back. I placed my hands on the table, he reached for me, his fingers caressing my skin. Letting my head fall back, and closing my eyes, I finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. The days to follow are gonna be nothing but sunny skies and beaches. 

[sabrina502world]

Project: Let's change myself

Hi! My name is Sabrina, I don't really know if anyone would be interested in this, but here it goes...

I'm a 19-year-old female, currently in my second year of university and I have no idea what to do with my life. Recently my existential crisis has been on a high note (yay😒). I'm a huge movie nerd so in classic movie fashion I want a big change in my life (hence project: LCM, title pending🤐). I want to document every change I do in my daily life. I will update this blog daily to make sure I stay in lane and don't give this project up.

(Also, this is a space where I can write about anything and everything so, there are going to be movie reviews, baking recipes, etc. If anyone want to talk about something specific, give me a heads up and I'll do it. This isn't just a safe space for me, it's a safe space for whoever wants to tag along.)

Again, I don't really know if anyone will be interested in this, but if you are dear reader. I hope you accompany me in this journey of self-discovery and cheer me on.

Damn, that sounded so cheesy it hurt my brain...

Anyway, this is what's going to keep me entertained during college so here it goes!

Day 1: Introduction (done)

[awalkoflife]

@grcveyacd sabrina + theo. 👀

ʰⁱˢˢⁱᶻⁱᵐ-ʷ

[harlems-hero]

State of the Dynamics/Part OOC

Characters and their status as of Sunday night, April 2, 2023.

@meloverse616 :  Carmelo has “made it”.  The two year journey to the NXT Championship also coincides with long weekend discussions involving Taylor (Jacy) and ideas on what future the two want to build together.  Her rapid recovery from a separated shoulder leave the two as “elder statespersons” of NXT, awaiting their present work and possible call ups.

@ludwigsangryfoot : Wrestlemania has finally gone Hellig.  Marcel/Ludwig is facing an uncertain new year, as his teammate Gunther has ascended to the top of the company.  Barthel and Giovanni Vinci are a very serviceable tag team, but their next steps are up in the air.  On a personal note, he did recently end his relationship with Blake Marie, leaving as friends (benefits to be decided).  Tiffany Stratton is finally well in his rearview mirror, as she’s moved along with her impending motherhood and relationship with Kip Sabian.  Sabrina Weber remains a vision from a recent past as well, with the two hesitant about being around one another due to reasons.

@nkakiana - Kiana James received recent attention, with a star-making role in NXT’ Deadline’s “Iron Survivor” scramble.  Her personal life is still in fluctuation, with a flirtation involving Brooks Jensen, mixed with a bit of hostility towards Fallon Henley and their charges.  Kiana has spent Wrestlemania weekend post-Stand and Deliver nose deep in a bottle of Riesling, stewing on their tag championship loss, and the importance of winning vs “the right thing”.

@bui1tdifferent :  Roman now faces a “what next” scenario.  More than anyone else, the WWE’s pending ownership change both can make and break his legacy, and where he will be viewed in the history of this industry.  While not as mentally fragile as the “Tribal Chief” character, he has now started to see the errors and backlash he’s received due to treatment of the Uso brothers (including Solo Sikoa).  The Spring of 2023 shows that the “Island of Relevancy��� is a very lonely place because of his choices. 

Any interest in said plots, please contact the individual journals.  No ideas will be ignored, and all can be developed in-game.   Thanks again to everyone participating here, plus those new to the community as well as prior established!  

[butterflieshurt-ia]

Send 📷 for a post of your muse on my muse’s Instagram: @wiitchiisms

[baodurs]

want/need/dread

i already did a couple of these and had them saved before anyone tagged me bc i loved the concept, so thank you @lavampira for giving me an excuse to post them and do a few more !!!

i’ve seen so many mutuals who do games like this tagged already.... i’ll tag @taliaglitch, @taliaferros, @trvelyans, @rosykims, and anyone else who wants to do this! (also sorry if i double tagged you it’s hard to keep track)

list your ocs and name one thing they want to hear, one thing they need to hear, and one thing they would dread to hear:

selene (heroes of myth): they’re better off because of you. / being used to it is not the same as being content. / this is all there is for you.

sabrina (mind blind): you’re doing great. / "i love you” isn’t waiting to be proven wrong. / do you even care?

alina (kotor 2): i’m with you. / it wasn’t wrong to trust them, and it’s not wrong to still care. / there are some things you can’t move on from.

damaris (kotor): you don’t have to explain. / you don’t always know better than everyone. / there is no truth for you.

lavinia (dnd): i trust you. / you’re not invincible or expendable. some risks aren’t worth it. / you’re not meant for this.

i’ve got a couple new IF ocs who aren’t really developed yet (and don’t have any names!) but whose core themes/concepts are clear enough that i wanted to do this for them, too!

pending a tale of crowns oc: you’re a good person. / you’re good because you’re trying, not because you were chosen. / they would be disappointed.

pending body count oc: i want you around. / love will not suffocate you. / maybe it’s not a defense, and that’s just who you are.

[awalkoflife-arc]

@ofthclight / jake + sabrina.

Sydney Sweeney as Bea and Glen Powell as Ben | Anyone But You | 2023 | 🎥 Will Gluck

[demcnsinmymind]

@wvtchy sent : ‘ do you ever think we should stop meeting like this?’  - from sabrina (snowstorm/cold weather related, since that’s their thing hehe) RANDOM DIALOGUE meme | Always Open!

"Hold on" Lance said with a firm look on his face as he reached for his left pocket. Producing an invisible 'phone' from it and holding it to his ear. He began speaking after a short moment of silence, firm expression still there on his face.

"Hm? Yeah. Hi. Am I speaking to whoever's in charge up there? What? They're currently on vacation? Figures" he said with an eyeroll that was aimed at Sabrina. He started walking up and down a bit, facing his feet, nodding along occasionally.

"Alright. Would you be so kind and tell them to go fuck themselves? Yeah. We're getting tired of this weather down here....hmhm...hmhm...yeah. Thank you so much, Robert. Have a lovely day." He finished the 'call' with a friendly smile on his face and then put the 'phone' back in his pocket, only to give her a nod.

"They said they're on it. Might take a while though" he explained, then pointed behind himself. "I could just go back home and pretend we never met each other tonight. Wait til the weather's all clear, try again."

Finally, Lance gave her a soft chuckle and dropped the act.

"I'm kidding. Good to see you. Been a bit" he greeted her properly and barely caught himself in the act. Reaching out already, as if trying to give her upper arm a pat. Or any other form of touch. Nope. Couldn't risk that. Shouldn't. So he stopped mid track and put his hands right back in his pockets, breathing out a hot, white cloud.

"What are you doing out here this late at night? Work? Oh and...thanks. By the way. For, y'know. Helping the other day. I'm not sure if I said it or not. I was kind of out of it. Not gonna happen this time. Got a coat!"

Stole it is more like it, but who was he to tell her that. Considering who had stolen it.

[rosethornewrites]

Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 14

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Luka Couffaine, Lila Rossi/karma, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth/aneurism, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kagami Tsurugi, Plagg & Tikki

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi’s Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste’s Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi’s Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we’re all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone’s well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila’s brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: Jagged's Shark! Doo doo doo doo doo doo!

Notes: Jagged’s shark! Doo doo doo doo doo doo! (@norakwami​ fault, there.) For real, though. Look up the lawyer’s first and last name for extra lulz. I research too much. And also I love puns. Also researched diplomatic immunity—Lila’s mom could refuse to waive it only for her bosses to override her and waive it anyway. And for serious crimes that’s sometimes the case. I wanted some Alya sugar here; yeah, she and multiple other people believed Lila and dismissed Marinette's concerns. The adults are the ones who deserve salt, though. Not a 14-year-old.

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Chapters 1-2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

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They were still waiting for M. Damocles to finish contacting Mme. Rossi, Marinette having fallen asleep against Sabine and Adrien tempted to follow suit, when a commotion caught their attention. Marinette blinked awake at the shouting.

Curious, Adrien got up to peer around the corner. What he saw left him gaping.

Mme. Bustier’s class had spilled out of the classroom, and were watching as Lila and her mother yelled at each other in rapid-fire Italian, both red-faced. It was almost shocking how they met the stereotype of the hot-blooded Italian in their fervor.

Adrien watched, captivated, only vaguely aware when he was joined by the others, and when the lawyer knocked on the principal’s door and let him know about the “spectacle,” as she called it.

Marinette cried out, her face pale, pointing at a butterfly hovering near the scene. Alya took out her phone to record it, her face a mix of horror and excitement, as though she wasn’t sure she wanted an Akuma just now. Mylène started crying. Juleka moved protectively in front of Rose. Other classroom doors were opening as teachers and students alike came to investigate the commotion.

The Akuma hovered, seemingly uncertain as to which of the Rossis it wanted to go after. Unfortunately, Lila saw it, her expression brightening as she dashed toward it.

“I’ll show you all!”

Adrien gasped as the girl touched her pendant to the Akuma and a familiar butterfly-shaped mask appeared over her face. She would come after him and Marinette, and probably Luka and Kagami. And Jagged and Penny and the lawyer and Tom and Sabine… They were all defenseless. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get away quick enough to protect them.

As he stood there, frozen, Alya dropped her phone, rushed forward, and clocked Lila in the face. Once she was on the ground, she ripped the necklace from her neck. Mme. Mendeleiev rushed forward with a large beaker from her chemistry lab as Alya broke the pendant, capturing it and covering the opening with a book.

Marinette rushing past him unfroze Adrien, and he ran after her as she hugged a pale, panting Alya.

“Alya, that was amazing,” she breathed. “You saved everyone.”

“Mari— Oh, god, Mari. She wanted to be Akumatized. She was going to go after you and hurt you, and I just couldn’t—” Alya was sobbing in her arms, babbling. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. I’ve been a terrible friend! You tried to tell me, and p-protect me and instead I believed someone I barely knew instead of you. I c-couldn’t let her hurt you!”

As Marinette reassured her, Mme. Mendeleiev told a pallid and shaking M. Damocles that she would put the Akuma somewhere Lila couldn’t reach it for Ladybug and Chat Noir to deal with later.

Lila was keening softly on the ground, her nose obviously broken with this punch, and Adrien couldn’t help but feel a bit of schadenfreude at the sight. Her mother seemed frozen in shock, not even moving forward to comfort her daughter.

“Alya got the Akuma on video,” he murmured, thinking aloud. “So there’s video of Lila going after it to be voluntarily Akumatized.”

Nino picked up Alya’s phone, checking to see that nothing was broken. He pressed the screen to stop the recording. “Yeah, dude. She totally did. Sabrina, you might wanna call your dad. This is big.”

Sabrina immediately pulled out her phone and retreated into the classroom; Chloé blocked the door to make sure Lila didn’t try to stop her, though it seemed unnecessary—the girl gave no indication she’d heard.

M. Damocles stepped forward toward Mme. Rossi. “We will need to have a conversation about your daughter, but perhaps that will need to wait until after her arrest.”

Mme. Rossi turned white, eyes wide. “A-arrest?!”

“Your daughter just knowingly and willingly attempted to aid and abet a terrorist, Mme. Rossi,” the lawyer said, not unkindly. “She will face far more than just the lawsuits by M. Stone, M. Dupain, and Mme. Cheng.”

She stared at the lawyer as though uncomprehending.

“Of course, you could claim diplomatic immunity for your daughter, but it is likely she will at least be expelled from France, though France may choose to refer this matter to the Court of Justice of the European Union, as anti-terrorism laws extend beyond our borders.”

“Who are you?” Mme. Rossi finally demanded.

The lawyer smiled her best shark smile. “I am the head of M. Stone’s legal team, Maître Eulalie Reschignier.”

Adrien tried not to smile when he realized her name was almost a pun.

“My daughter has diplomatic immunity from all lawsuits, as I’m sure you are aware.”

The shark smile became a bit toothy. “We’re aware of that, but also aware that she can be expelled from France at the discretion of the French government.”

Whatever response Lila’s mother intended to give was interrupted by the arrival of Lieutenant Raincomprix and a retinue of other officers.

Nino stepped forward and played the video for the officers. Afterward, Roger approached the still-crying Alya to explain they’d have to take in her phone as evidence until the file could be processed. She just nodded, accepting the temporary loss; she hadn’t let go of Marinette yet.

Then he turned to Mme. Rossi. “We’ll have her injuries checked at the station, but it appears your daughter was attempting to voluntarily become an Akuma. While Akuma victims are never prosecuted, this is a very different issue.”

Mme. Rossi balked. “My daughter has diplomatic immunity!”

“We’re aware,” Officer Raincomprix said with a nod. “Since she has diplomatic immunity, she’ll be moved to a facility outside of Paris pending her likely expulsion back to Italy. Since she attempted to aid and abet a terrorist, your home country will decide whether to waive her diplomatic immunity, but regardless she is too dangerous to keep in Paris.”

That silenced Mme. Rossi, as she realized the limits of the Vienna Convention on Diplomatic Relations.

Several officers helped Lila off the ground and led her down the stairs toward the school entrance, followed closely by Mme. Rossi.

Adrien breathed a sigh of relief at their exit. He doubted they’d ever have to deal with Lila again—at least not in person. And he was willing to bet Italy would take a long hard look at her. Meeting Marinette’s eyes, he could see she was having similar balming thoughts; it’d take them all a while to heal from this—especially if the tears still streaming down Alya’s cheeks and the guilt in her eyes were any indication—but they’d move past this somehow, and hopefully their relationships would all be strengthened.

M. Damocles cleared his throat. “Are we finished here?”

Jagged’s smile was almost malicious. “I don’t think so. Eulalie?”

Maître Reschignier turned to the principal. “It seems Mlle. Rossi’s removal from class will no longer be necessary. Instead, we seek anti-bullying and anti-harassment training for all school personnel in addition to the investigation into the treatment of Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.”

Adrien couldn’t help but notice the elated smile that graced Mme. Mendeleiev’s face briefly, taking years off her appearance, before disappearing under her usual scowl. She, at least, was clearly not opposed to any of that. Mme. Bustier, however, looked displeased—and given that she’d rolled over multiple times to enable both Chloé and Lila, he wasn’t surprised.

The lawyer smiled, this time sincerely, at Adrien and Marinette. “I believe M. Agreste and Mlle. Dupain-Cheng would be best served returning to their class while M. Stone, Mme. Rolling, M. Dupain, and Mme. Cheng iron out the specifics with you in your office, M. Damocles.”

“Ah… Of course, Maître Reschignier.” The principal pulled out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his brow. “That seems best.”

Mme. Bustier gestured to enter the classroom. As Adrien moved past the lawyer, she murmured, “I do hope your father will present more of a challenge, M. Agreste.”

He couldn’t hold in his laughter—oh, Adrien hoped she wrecked Gabriel Agreste.

And that he had a front-row seat when she did. And maybe some popcorn.