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hanalulugguk · 2 years ago

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Fast Times || Lee Felix

Pairings: Lee Felix x fem oc

genre: fluff, non-idol AU

Warnings: none really, this is just an introductory chapter.

Word count: 5.1 k

(not proof read!)

Note: Hi, i have yet again started a new AU that i’m not entirely sure i’ll finish, but i have more time on my hands so i thought i’d give it a shot.

Enjoy x

The sound of the alarm cutting through her music, alerting her that there are 10 minutes left till class starts. Luna turns off her alarm and gathers her sketch, book and picks up her bag, she stuffs everything in and slips her phone into her pocket. She swipes her finger over her headphones, turning off the noise cancelling mode, paranoid of not hearing her surroundings as she walks through the halls.

As she gets up and dusts her pants off in case any loose grass stuck from the garden, and is on her way to the commonary division of the campus for her core lecture. Being in her second year and still taking core subjects and not just major focused ones irritate her but at least they’re all relatively easy so they’re no bother when it comes to grades.

As she walks through the doors of the building, breezy wind and gentle sun rays no longer on her, she is instantly in a more glum mode. Luna is a nature oriented girl, the lack of sun and clear skies accompanied with wind that smells of lingering early morning gardening that she has to suffer 2 hours at a time for every lecture makes her moody, her resting face seeming intimidating and unapproachable is not good company. She has friends, plenty of in fact, however they all have at some point mentioned how had they not been paired up or been a part of the same groups they would have never been friends because they were all weary of her.

Nonetheless, she puts in no effort to change it. She makes a quick stop at the girls bathroom, washing her hands and reclipping her hair up before making her way to class. English literature. Ironic, since her major had nothing to do with it, in hindsight. But still it was a core class to most majors at Hankuk. As she reaches the massive lecture room, she sits at the front, not because she’s an ace student, which she actually is, but she can’t focus if she sits in the back. She also had bad vision and doesn’t use her glasses often, even though she always has them.

Luna pulls out her phone to check the time, 10:55, even though she took her sweet time getting to class, walking so slow she irritated some of the students who were in more of a rush than her, she still had 5 more minutes left. She pulls out her black frame glasses and uses them to push her hair out of her face, resting at the top of her head, because lord knows they were made to be used as a headband and not vision enhancement. Instead she squits, because she’s a striver. She pulls out her notebook, flips to the English literature section, pulls out her pen and leans back in her seat, waiting.

In walks mingi and eunbi, two of her friends since the first year, when they spot her they both smile and wave excitedly at her, which she returns. As they go to walk past her up the stairs, eunbi gives luna a quick smooch on the cheek, to which she scrunches her nose and giggles at. The two have been inseparable since they’ve become friends, going as far as jumping through hoops to be roommates this year.

Before the two go to sit at the back row, so mingi can sleep and eunbi can take notes whilst occasionally bothering mingi as he sleeps, she tugs luna’s sleeve lightly, making her look up at her with raised brows in question. “Wanna go get coffee after class?” she asks with a shake of her shoulders, luna smirks and nudges her in agreement. “Can i come?” mingi asks leaning his bigger frame on eubi as he gives soft puppy eyes to luna whilst glancing down at eunbi.

“No,”

“Sure,”

The pair look at each other, “no?” luna asks looking at eunbi questioningly, “oh sorry i think i picked up your habit,” she fakes shock as she looks at luna who rolls her eyes, “very funny,” she retorts pushing the pair away to go to their seats, and they do, giggling on their way up the stairs.

In a few seconds time, the professor walks in, making everyone scurry to their seats and all the commotion to die down. The two hours pass by agonisingly slow, the course isn’t necessarily difficult, but it is very boring in some chapters, so much so that sometimes, even though the professor is highly terrifying, some students accidentally fall asleep and snore too loudly, which usually earns them a good scolding but a good laugh from the rest of the class.

After a 2 hour long torture of occassional note taking, luna staring down the proffessor on accident when she zones out but doesn’t want to seem like she sin’t focusing, and stealing glances at her phone on the table every time eunbi texts the dozzing off emojie to the groupchat till she put her phone on do not disturb, the class was over. Luna, and other students,�� slowly picking up their things whilst others rush to get to their next lecture. As she slings her black one shoulder bag on whilst getting out of her seat, she almost bumps into someone, he stops taking a step back. “Oh I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asks extending a hand to her.

Luna nods with a tigh lipped smile, mentally drained from the class. “I’m good, don’t worry about.” she waves off, for a brief moment his eyes widen as she speaks but then he smiles nodding, bangs falling in his face but he pushes them back behind his ear. “Okay good,” he smiles standing awkwardly with luna slowly furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, ‘should i apologize too’ she wonders to herself, but before she could he points to the door, “i have class. Bye” he smiles politely and she returns in before he’s dashing out of the class.

“Who was that?” eunbi asks as her and mingi make their way down the stairs to luna, she shrugs “don’t know, we almost bumped into each other so he was just apologising.”

“That’s hyunjin.” mingi points out, nodding his head in the direction of the door where said hyunjin had just left through, both girls look at him for further information.

“Hyunjin who?”

“Your crush?”

“Childhood best friend?”

“Roommate?”

“Group member?”

“Why are your replies always so vague?” eunbi asks after their fit, luna nods i agreement, scowl on her face. “You didn’t ask how i know him.” he states as the three make their way out of the class. “Mingi, there are certain things that instinctively just, follow, you don’t need to be asked.” luna argues, leading the three of them to the closest door in order to get some sun and get away from the suffocating halls.

“Not everything is instinctive luna.”

“Not everyone has the patience and tolerance to ask the simplist things. Mingi.” she retorts back nudging him. He rolls his eyes, and luna catches it but before he could catch her wide eyes and mouth, eunbi cuts in “a new cafe opened up 10 minutes from here, let’s go.” she grabs both of their hands as she drags them to the campus gates. The three walk in, mostly, comfortable silence. With the occasional dread of their next class, except luna, who was done for the day.

“How come your schedule is so good?!” eunbi angrily stomps making luna laugh at her childish antics. “I told you to wake up early on registration day, you missed the good slots.” she links her arm with a grumpy eunbi. “You’re such a virgo.” luna rolls her eyes at the comment, “stop with the zodiac signs, it’s just discipline.” she defends herself but Eunbi still grumbles ‘virgo’ under her breath but she doesn’t bother reply.

Once they reach the cafe eunbi was talking about all three of them have forgotten whatever conversation they were in the middle of as they entered, it was beyond beautiful. The cafe had different shades of brown and beige for furniture, there was another story on top with limited seats situated right in front of the window. The walls were covered in books that seemed to be accessible to customers, the cashier and pick up stall were white marble with a beautiful pastry display in the middle that caught luna’s eye. “Shut up.” she rushes to it, mingi hot on her trails.

Her eyes almost glimmer as she looks at all the displayed sweets. Chocolate strawberry muffin, brownie cookies, coffee cake, vanilla raspberry, tiramisu cake, they seemed endless. And all seem freshly made. Luna has a sweet tooth, a very severe sweet tooth, the wakes up in the middle of the night and craves something sweet type of sweet tooth. And ever since she was young desserts have always been a favourite of hers, and even as the years go by, they still will be.

“Hello,” the sweet girl behind the counter smiles warmly at luna and mingi who were bent over the display. As she tries to stand up she bumps into mingi, nudging him to get off her as she bows politely returning the greeting to the lady.

“What do you guys want? It’s on me.” eunbi says from in front of the cashier, luna shakes her head pulling her card holder from her bag as she approaches her, “absolutely not, you paid last time.” she nudges her and stands in front of the cashier with an offended eunbi stuck to her back. “This is our first time here, let me pay i told you about the place.” the lady stands behind the cashier with a smile on her face as she watches luna take her card out and extend it to her just as eunbi grabs the back of her pants to pull her back but luna takes her hand and wraps it around her waist, having eunbi’s chest pressed against her back, chin on luna’s shoulder as she pouts.

“You’re annoying.” she mumbles in luna’s ear as the cashier takes the card smiling at them, “i feel well taken care of,” mingi says patting luna’s head as she swats his hand away. “Iced latte with almond milk please.” luna orders first “we’ll both have an iced americano please.” eunbi orders for her and mingi.

“What cake do you want?” luna asks mingi, knowing he probably has his eyes on one but may be shy to ask since she’s paying. He hesitates at first but hums looking back at the display, “i’m stuck between tiramisu and vanilla raspberry.”

“Let’s get both and try them out together,” luna suggests and mingi nods happily. “One tiramisu and one raspberry cake please.” the cashier nods and rings them up. “Here you go, hope you enjoy.” the cashier hands luna her card and receipt to which she politely thanks her for and the 3 of them turn to find a table.

“Let’s sit up there,” eunbi points at the second story where the tables were against the large glass window that overlooked a beautiful view of the city. Mingi and luna followed her as she walked towards the stairs, “oh, you guys go, i’ll get the order.” mingi says turning back to the pick up area, not waiting for a reply. The two girls go to get a table, “this place will look gorgeous at night.” luna points out as the two set their bags down and pull out the chairs next to each other. “Yeah, we could come study here when the dorm gets stuffy.” eunbi suggests and luna nods back eagerly, “i was just thinking that, it would be really nice, we could ask about their working hours before we leave.” she takes the hair clip out letting her hair down, ruffling it a little.

Mingi comes back with their orders, luna and eunbi helping set the tray down because mingi seemed to be struggling with balancing the drinks. After taking her first sip of her coffee luna passes it to the other two to taste it, since they always mock her for not being able to handle black coffee since she can’t have regular milk, but they both seemed to like it. “Let’s try the cakes.” luna nudges mingi who excitedly bounces in his seat with her, she unwraps one of the forks and hands it to mingi who happily takes it and digs into the vanilla raspberry cake in front of him. He hums in satisfaction as he leans on the table, luna smiles and pokes into her slice, as soon as she tastes it she leans back in her seat grunting lowly at how the desserts melts in her mouth, “it’s so good,” she says and mingi hums back.

“Here try mine,” she takes a piece and holds the fork up to his mouth, he tries it and instantly melts into his seat like luna. “Good right?” she asks him excitedly and he nods. “It’s so good!” he squeals making her laugh. “Here,” he breaks out of his haze and gets a piece of his cake to have luna try. She places her hand over her mouth as she hums happily, “so soft.” she says holding eye contact with a very enthusiastic mingi. “Do you want to try?” luna asks turning to a very smiley eunbi. “ you guys are so cute when you’re eating something you like.” she points out looking at the pair fondly.

“Try mine,” luna holds up the fork to a refusing eunbi, “no, i’m good.”

“She won’t eat it till she’s on her period.” mingi retorts making eunbi stick her tongue out at him. “Try it so you know to crave it when you’re on your period.” luna argues, making her give in. she takes the piece offered to her, she eats silently then simply nods. “It’s good.” she finally says after she swallows.

Luna turns to mingi with a distasteful look on her face “her reactions are so underwhelming.” she says taking a sip of her coffee, “i’m just not a big fan of desserts like you two,” eunbi defends herself to the pair, “that’s fine, i’m talking about your reaction.” luna retorts taking another bite.

The three of them sat together, talking and finishing up their drinks till both mingi and eunbi had to leave for class. “When do you finish today?” luna asks her roommate as they pack up, “four.” eunbi pouts whilst picking up her bag.

“Want me to pick you up?” luna offers grabbing the tray on her way down the stairs. “No it’s okay i’ll walk, you also have work.”

“I have work at 6, i could pick you up then we could have dinner before i go.” luna suggests placing the tray at the pick up spot and thanks the lovely lady behind the counter. “Yeah sure, are you gonna walk back to campus with us?” eunbi asks as they leave the cafe. “Yeah, my motorcycle is there.”

“Okay miss racer.” mingi nudges her but she rolls her eyes, “i’m not a racer,”

“Then why do you have a motorcycle?”

“It’s faster, also gas is cheaper.” luna defends as they begin their 10 minute walk, knowing they’ll bicker the whole way there. “Stop lying. You’re doing it for the chicks.” he points at her as she feign guilt and murmurs a sarcastic shit under her breath making the other two laugh.

Upon reaching university campus, the three part, each going their separate ways. Luna makes her way to the stall where her motorcycle is parked, once on and her helmet is on, she rears out and is on her way to her shared apartment. Luna and eunbi managed to get an apartment that’s a good 15 minute walk from campus. By motorcycle, it’s a 6 minute drive. Thankfully both of the girls are well off financially to be able to afford an apartment this close to campus. Both girls work alongside university to support themselves. Neither of them is rich, they do get help with tuition from their parents. But they also pay a good amount of it and pay for all their personal living expenses. They don’t live luxuriously, but they live very well.

Once at the apartment complex, luna parks her motorcycle in her designated spot, takes off her helmet and pulls out her door card. Thankfully they were able to land an apartment in a well secured building where you can’t get in without either being a resident or being personally let in by a resident. They live on the 5th floor, which is why the elevator is very convenient when it’s grocery shopping day.

When in front of her apartment, luna takes a quick look around the hall before entering the security code to their apartment. Once inside with the door locking behind her, she takes off her shoes, hangs up her bag in the closet next to the door with their last minute jackets they share. She hears the tiny patter coming closer, looking behind her from the closet she sees her little cavalier pattering towards her. She smiles big, bending dow to pick up her dog. “Hey coco,” she coos at the puppy, well 3 year old puppy i guess, scratching her head as she struts in, past the hall and into the living room where she plops down on the couch. She leans back into the couch, dog in her lap as she mindlessly pats and scratches her.

The apartment is comforting, it’s very simple and very warm. They both had a hand in decorating and managing the general spaces, and since they signed a one year lease and will renew it again for two years, they put in a lot of effort and care. When you enter the apartment you are in the only hallway in the apartment, the first door on your right is eunbi’s room, the one after on the left is luna, and the third door on the right is the bathroom. The walls of the hallway are a light beige, much like the floor tiles.

when you pass the hallway, to your right is the kitchen, with cool toned light grey marble and light beige cupboards. The table, placed at the far end of the kitchen space, is white, with twi white chairs, a white bench on the other side and two beige chairs on either had of the table.

The living room, facing the kitchen is very warm and simple. Since the two girls really valued the space, since the apartment isn’t too big and they don’t like to feel cluttered, they only have one big couch stretched across one wall, the big floor to ceiling sliding glass doors that lead out to the balcony that lets in a lot of natural sunlight, a very important deciding factor for picking this apartment. A big white massage chair, excited impulse purchase upon signing the apartment lease, placed right in front of the window. On the wall facing the couch is a big flat screen that the girls only use on the weekend when they have enough time to binge a show.

The relationship the two girls have, may seem unusual to some. Even they would find it weird if they met someone who took such a big decision only 3 months after meeting someone. But within meeting each other, luna and eunbi became friends fairly quickly, they found comfort in each other and have grown a bond that was so strong that it even scared them a little.

Granted the girls aren’t perfect, they’ve had arguments, brutal ones, but also ones you would have with a sibling that cares about you very much. These arguments were never spared by jealousy, anger, resentment, or even a simple disagreement.

Like the one time eunbi was so concerned over luna’s wellbeing during the last semester when she was spending endless nights with no sleep, overworking herself, taking on extra work to send her parents money for when her little sister needed urgent surgery, barely eating to the point that she was hospitalized. It upset eunbi that she wasn’t taking care of herself and was putting herself in such danger, seeing her in that state worried her a lot. But what really pissed her was when luna snapped at her one time, telling her mind her business and that she was fine. That was their first fight.

When their apartment still had nothing but a couch, some kitchen necessities, and the two were sleeping on the same mattress in the living room. Eunbi had spent the night in her empty room, sleeping on the floor covered in only her jacket because she left the covers for luna. However, she woke up in the living room, on the mattress, covered in their shared fluffy blanket with a plate of food on the floor covered in syran wrap with a note that read ‘i made us breakfast but you didn’t wake up,’ and that made eunbi happy. Us. meaning she ate.

One thing the two always did after their rare fights was talk. Always. And that is what ensures that they never fight over the same thing twice.

After a few minutes of patting head and tail wagging, luna gets up to see what she could fix up for dinner. After checking the fridge and freezer, she decides on a quick and simple sushi bake. They had both salmon and shrimp, left over rice, and a half full pack of nori. And since they were due for a good grocery run in 2 days, they needed to empty out as much as they could so nothing goes bad.

By the time it hit 3:30 and her alarm went off, she gave coco a quick snack, pulled out her outfit for work and laid it on the bed for when she needs to go, readjusted her hair and touched up her eyeliner, she then set up the plates on the table and covered them so they won’t go cold in those few minutes.

“Ohhh working hours.” she reminded herself, realising she hadn’t asked the the cashier lady about their working hours, which may seem unimportant, but since luna studies early in the morning most of the time and needs to find a cafe that opens before 8, she deemed it important. It was on her way to and from university so it wasn’t too much of a hassle to pass by.

With a kiss to her dog’s head, she slips her feet into her shoes and grabs her keys, and is out the door. If it weren’t for korean law, luna wouldn’t wear her helmet, it almost takes the fun away from riding a motorcycle. You can’t feel the wind in your hair, on your face. Granted it keeps you from squinting all the time, but that’s about it. Sure safety is important too, but the wind.

The drive to the cafe turns out to be a 5 minute ride, meaning it’ll take 3 minutes to get to university. As she shuts off her motorcycle and her phone in her pocket dings with a text message.

Eunbi: 10 minutes.

Good enough time.

Helmet in hand, luna pushes the door to the cafe open, upon entering she notices there are more people than in the morning, but it’s still not crowded.

She walks up to the cashier and waits behind the guy ordering in front of her. As he was done, takes his receipt and moves aside, luna notices him as the guy she almost bumped into after class. He notices her too, smiling and pointing at her “it’s you!” he exclaims at her. She raises her brows smiling, “it’s you too.” she returns and he giggles, pushing his hair back with a smile. “Welcome back.” the lady at the cashier welcomes luna, making her step forward and lean over the counter, “hello, i’m not here to order i just wanted to ask when you guys open?”

“Oh, we open 7 and close 10 on weekdays and open 9 and close 11 on weekends” the kind lady answers, luna nods and thanks her. When she turns to leave the line she notices hyunjin still standing.

“I’m hyunjin, i feel like since we bumped into each other twice it’s only proper i introduce myself.” he reaches his hand out for her to shake, and she does.

“Oh mingi told us, i’m luna.”

“He remembers me? Didn’t expect it we only met once. We have a mutual friend, changbin.” hyunjin explains pointing at a table where 3 other boys were seated, they were all looking over to where he was talking to luna. One had light brown hair and had on a pair of black rimmed glasses, he was wearing a a grey oversized sweatshirt. Another boy had strawberry blonde hair, he had on a stripped red and black sweatshirt. The third was slightly buffer then the other 2, he had dark brown hair and was wearing a white plain shirt, with a grey sweater or jacket over his shoulders, luna recognized him. They weren’t close enough for her to be able to see them properly but enough to be able to make out their silhouettes somewhat clearly.

Upon making eye contact, changbin smiled and waved at luna which she returned.

“Oh i know changbin, or not his name at least but i saw him a few times with mingi, we also shared a class last semester.” luna notes as she turns back to hyunjin.

“oh , are you foreign by the way? I’m just asking because of your name.” it might seem like an inappropriate thing to ask, especially since they’ve barely been acquainted with one another, but within the 2 years she’s lived in korea, she’s used to people being blunt, especially so with foreigners.

“Iced americano.” the lady at the counter calls, urging hyunjin to pick up his drink and a straw.

“Oh that’s a very wild guess, what could have possibly urged it?” luna jokes making hyunjin giggle a very adorable giggle where he covers his mouth with the hand holding the straw.

He punches the straw into the drink and holds it out to luna. She looks at the drink before letting out a chuckle and shaking her head, “no thank you.”

“I’m from Cuba actually.” she finally answers making his eyebrows shoot up into his hair line, “oh, i’ve never met anyone from Cuba.” he states back, interested.

“Yeah me neither.” luna deadpans making hyunjin let out this shocked sound, “i’m joking.”

“i’ve lived in canada most of my life,” she explains, his mouth shapes a ‘o’ and he nods. He notices the helmet in her hand and points to it, “do you ride?” hyunjin asks excitedly looking from the helmet to luna few times.

“I do,” she replies with a smile holding it up. “I do have to go pick my friend up though.”

“yeah , sure.” he takes a step back allowing her room to move, “it was nice talking to you hyunjin.” she says finally as she waves and walks past him but not before he returns the smile and waves “likewise.”

When outside luna notices that the sun is beginning to set, giving the sky a very beautiful view with splashes of orange and darkening shades of blue as the night approaches.

She puts her helmet on and gets on her bike, she takes the quick trip to university, stopping right at the door where students have already began filing out. She leans over, pulling her visor up and pulling out her phone.

4:01

She’s exactly on time, so there’s no need rushing eunbi. She scrolls on her phone for a bit, motorcycle still running as she waits for her roommate.

She feels a pair of hands on her waist making her turn her head to look behind her. “Hey, girlfriend.” eunbi greets excitedly as she gets behind luna with her arms around her waist. Luna chuckles, taking off her helmet.

“Put this on.” she hands it to eunbi who gladly takes it. “You’re using me as an excuse to not wear it.” she secures it over her head before clicking the safety in place.

“Yeah, and I still haven’t found another one that’s worth the money.”

“You’re really buying another helmet for me?” eunbi asks, voice laced with excitement and fluster. Luna simply nods, “hold on tight.”

“I took a picture of you, can i post it?” eunbi asks showing her the picture she took just seconds ago of luna on her phone leaning on her bike.

“Sure.” is the last thing she tells eunbi before taking off to go home.

After eating, eunbi doing the dishes whilst luna changes for her tutoring session and filling up coco’s food and water bowls, luna is stood in front of the mirror at the door adjusting her white button up into her jeans.

“Seeing you in these clothes is still so weird to me.” eunbi says from the other end of the hallway, watching as luna pulled her long hair into a low bun. “I’m an actress. I must play the part.” luna replies, pulling front pieces out, not liking how sleek her oily hair looked in the bun. She’s due for a shower as soon as she’s back. “Don’t go pulling a parasite.”

“If i do at least you’ll know where to find me.” luna checks her teeth one final time before turning to eunbi.

“Can i borrow your bus card?” she nods, “isn’t today thursday though? Why are you going to jihoon?” eunbi asks going into her room, coming back a few seconds later, bus card in hand. She knows luna only takes the bus when she’s going to jihoon’s house for a lesson since she doesn’t want to show up on a bike.

“He has a test next week, he asked for the extra lessons.”

She holds up the card eunbi just gave her “Thanks. Bye honey i’m off to make us some money.” luna bids her friend, in a very high pitched tone making eunbi laugh loudly, scaring poor coco who stood at her feet watching luna put her shoes on.

“Don’t wait up for me if i’m late, you have an 8am.” luna says, standing in the doorway of their apartment, with an accusing finger pointed at eunbi.

She grumbles and stomps, “you do too though,” she defends knowing very well luna is an early riser no matter how much sleep she gets, even if it’s an hour.

“Bye.” luna blows her one last kiss before closing the door.

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iluvchanniesposts · 3 years ago

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skz lee headcanons

this is purely based off my opinion :)

chan -

i think he doesn’t get tickled a lot because whoever tickles him, knows they’ll get wrecked.

therefore - he’s super sensitive and doesn’t expect it a lot of the time.

he definitely tries to hold his laughter, but as soon as you touch his abs or sides, he bursts.

his neck seems like a super sensitive area, you can just put your hands there and he would scrunch his shoulders up in defence.

definitely the type of lee to run away - but sometimes if you’re sad, he’d give in and even let you straddle him.

high pitched giggles all day long.

minho -

one of the most ticklish lees you have ever met.

squirmy and tries to fight back, also trying to not hurt you.

100% is a shouter - “STOP!” or “GET OFF!”

a playful lee. will try to tickle you back always.

you have to catch him off guard because he’s constantly in fight or flight mode.

folds over in laughter just from pokes at his sides and ribs.

don’t you dare go near his chest and neck area - he won’t hesitate to bitch slap you.

changbin -

seems like the type to just let you do it for your sake.

even lets you pin him down - despite how strong he is.

pretends he’s not ticklish for the most part, but when you hit his upper ribs and armpits, he squeals like a baby.

has more fun seeing you laughing at him being tickled.

if it’s unexpected, he would jolt away and move seats because he knows you won’t stop.

“okay fine, just this once.” it’s never just this once though.

hyunjin -

the most squirmy lee ever.

any sort of contact can tickle him because he’s so sensitive - don’t you dare go near his feet or armpits!

can see him as a weak lee - not being able to fight back where he’s so hysterical.

rolls around and tries to grab your arms but you’re way too fast in switching spots.

laugh-screams. “AHHHHHH HAHAHAHA!”

you find him the cutest, sometimes he can’t help feeling ticklish if you’re just there with your arms around him.

“why do you keep moving, hyunjin?”

“because you keep touching my sides.”

jisung -

one of the most generous lees ever.

if you tickle him and he doesn’t laugh - he feels awful.

“here, you can pin me down and find my worst spots.”

once you get working on him - he’s a giggly mess.

has the cutest laugh ever.

if you lightly tickle his knee or even squeeze his thighs - he’s kicking his legs around like a madman.

DEFINITELY don’t tickle his waist ;).

felix -

his high pitched laugh is what you aim for.

tickle his stomach or sides - he will definitely be screaming.

i feel like felix would be a feather ticklish lee.

all you have to do is show him your claw like hands - or a feather - and he’s already a squirmy mess in his seat.

kissing his ears becomes difficult - once he can feel your breath on them - he’s putting his head into his shoulders.

nervous giggles erupt from his throat if you lightly trace your fingers down his back.

seungmin -

i think he tries to play it cool most of the time.

he doesn’t like the thought of being a lee instead of a ler.

it’s mainly cuddly tickles, where his arms behind your back so you lean back and trap it.

he giggles and squirms if you trace your nails down his arm to his armpit.

once you reach his armpit - he’s doubled over in fits.

tries his hardest to stop you but also wants you to enjoy your fun.

“ah, i’ll get you back for this.”

jeongin -

okay - the most sensitive baby ever.

you can’t even hug him a lot, because once your head is near his neck, he’s squirming and thrashing his arms around.

god help you if you trace your nails along his neck - i think he would genuinely beat your ass.

such a fun lee because he’s so ticklish it’s unreal.

literally anywhere on his body is ticklish - so it’s easy to get him good when he’s least expecting it.

feet? screaming. legs? screaming. waist and hips? screaming. stomach and ribs? screaming. armpits and neck? absolutely screaming.

runs away and never lets you tickle him - so when you get to, it’s extra fun.

#stray kids #bang chan #skz x reader #lee minho #skz #tickle #stray kids minho #tickle fic #ler #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #tickle art #skz soft hours #skz soft thoughts #tickle fluff #skz imagines #lee #tickle headcanons

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pathetic-gamer · 3 years ago

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Wooooo we did it! Azure Moon Maddening Mode, complete.

Ingrid got us through those last two battles ezpz :) Assault on Enbarr took one reset (three turns in bc I decided I didn't like my setup lol), Clash at the Imperial Capital took no resets and a total of 5 divine pulses

MOST BATTLES: Annette, with a whopping 906 battles. Ingrid is in second place, with 892.

MOST VICTORIES: Annette, at 480 kills. Runner-up is Felix, with 395.

MVP: Ingrid, MVP of 12 chapters/paralogues. Annette and Byleth tied for 2nd, with 8 each.

More stuff below the courtesy cut <3

Final team:

Byleth, falcon knight

Dimitri, great lord or whatever his special class is called

Felix, assassin

Sylvain, wyvern lord

Ingrid, falcon knight

Annette, dark flier

Mercedes, bishop

Ashe, bow knight

Hapi, dark knight

Flayn, dancer

Ngl this run was significantly easier than the last one, I think bc the final boss just doesn't even begin to compare in difficulty. After experiencing the Immaculate One a la Silver Snow, Hegemon Husk Edelgard was a breeze, and the map fell flat tbh. The layout of the rooms makes it really easy to ignore swaths of enemies and insulate yourself. You can avoid all the monsters with ease (I fought exactly one of the five beasts), and by parking one of my many dodge tanks in a doorway, I could stop enemies from getting into the same room as most of my units no problem, and just kill em w ranged attacks through the walls lol.

Before even reaching the palace, taking Enbarr was easier on this route, too. No Death Knight to contend with, and reinforcements are just a couple of mages in two spots inside the city, not a wall of flying demonic beasts and falcon knights.

(I also didn't recruit many characters, so there were way fewer paralogues to do, which made it feel easier overall.)

Paired endings (I didn't do very well getting them to end up how I wanted, but that's fine!):

Dimitri/Mercedes (?????)

Felix/Annette (yes good)

Ingrid/Ashe (umm I'll take it I guess)

Flayn and Seteth (yay!! Such a sweet ending for them both)

Hapi, single

Dedue, single

Marianne, single

Gilbert, none

And of course, I romanced Sylvain to get him out of the dating pool and give Ingrid a chance with literally anybody else lol

So, there you have it! Run number 6, complete. Things left to try: maddening with no ng+, Cindered Shadows on hard mode, some kind of gimmick or solo run (probably won't do lol)

#azure moon #azure moon maddening mode #pg plays fe3h #pg plays #run recap #pg plays fire emblem

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huenjin · 4 years ago

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welcome to Behind The Scenes, a collaborative project based off of asian dramas. anything that was yours is completely wrapped in just these words, half alive and beating, and suddenly with this man by your side, your words have never been this living. this dramatic.

— step one. the basics.

there will be seven available slots (since i will be taking one myself) for all the eight skz members. if someone applied for a slot before you, please be understanding of it.

to apply, please send me a message with the member of your choice. do send me the choice of kdrama in a span of few days from your selection of slot.

after applying, please do reblog this post to spread the message (if you did so either ways, thank you <3)

mode of communication will be discord. albeit not necessary, it would be nice if you did have one. (the sprinto bot is one helpful bot, sweets)

and since a lot of people do not watch asian dramas, i will be dropping a list off of which you may search for fmvs or messages me for an idea of the plot, if you still do want to apply.

— step two. the rules.

any genre will be allowed. your story must however, contain warnings properly and must be so before the cut. you will not be allowed to romanticise content like r*pe, ab*se, inc*st or any such content.

the theme of the collab is love, love and dramatic, subtle love. the love seen in asian dramas that twists your heart with every single kind of emotions. it would be the best to pick a drama and base it off of that and if you do not know of any, i have given a few drama choices below !!

the codeword is vincenzo. do mention this while applying for a spot.

the story must be 2k words and more. timestamps and drabbles are not allowed, nor are multiple part stories. it must be a one shot. there is no upper limit to this, however. write on, beautiful.

— step three. the deadline.

i do want this collab to be easy on you and hence, i hope this amount of time is ample enough. the deadline will be as flexible as possible.

the summaries and collaborative masterlist will be posted in the month of june. so please do have a general idea of what your story is about by that time with the title, along with the genre and the asian drama you want to proceed with.

yet again, if you wish to change it later, let me know. no hassle. (though i do wish you wouldn't change the title because edits!)

stories will be posted from july to august, and will be flexible according to the writer.

— bonus. the asian drama recs.

[note; this is for the ones who do not watch and want a vague gist to base a story off of one for the collab. if you do watch kdramas, feel free to send me the one you want!]

i. mysterious misunderstood leads for the angst.

flower of evil

psycho but it's okay

angel's last mission: love

the smile has left your eyes

ii. sappy romance tales for the romantics.

hospital playlist (wintergarden)

strong woman do bong soon

crash landing on you

fight for my way

her private life

extraordinary you

while you were sleeping

the bride of habaek

weightlifting fairy kim bok joo

the legend of the blue sea

iii. crime fighting stories for the just.

vincenzo

lawless lawyer

hyena

suspicious partner

— step four. the slots.

chan — @lixesque

minho — @hanflix

changbin — @chanluster

hyunjin — @soobmint

jisung — @sleepylixie

felix — @itsapapisongo

seungmin — @jeonqqin

jeongin — @binniebutter

#stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #stray kids angst #skz fluff #skz angst #skz smut #stray kids collab #skz collab #how do you tag collabs hon?#if this flops you dont know her #♥️♥️♥️

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karlyfr13s · 4 years ago

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Oathkeeper Chapter 2

It was supposed to be a CS one-shot, but then the CSMM crew got ahold of me and now we’re in multi-chapter mode. Thanks to the ladies for their inspiration, enabling, and cheering me on. Looking at you @teamhook, @caught-in-the-filter, @hollyethecurious, @gingerpolyglot (tell me if you want added, and coach the newbie in where these actually belong).

A HUGE thank you to @veryverynotgood who is the most radiant beta and gives me flails that keep me going through the self-doubt.

Links in case you missed Chapter 1 or prefer to read on ao3

Note: the rating is now M due to violent imagery.

Killian’s first week in Storybrooke was unconventional and more than a little confusing. Everyone in the whole bloody town seemed related, or at least so interconnected there may as well be blood involved; it drew attention to him and he spent most days certain he was being watched.

Certainly there were fewer eyes on him than on the young Lost Boy, Felix, and for that Killian was grateful. He observed the woman everyone called Granny as she put the lad to work with a nearly endless list of chores, always under her watchful, scrutinizing eye. In want of conversation one evening, he’d inquired about the choice to take on someone such as Felix. That had earned him a derisive snort and an eye-roll that rivaled Emma Swan’s when Granny explained in no uncertain terms that she was well-equipped for the job.

“Listen, Captain,” she leaned on the bar as he sipped a rum, “if I can raise Ruby through puberty as a damn wolf, I can handle one scrappy Lost Boy. What he needs is a strong guiding hand, and a good dose of responsibility--that Pan let those kids run wild.” Killian tipped his glass to her at that assessment, knowing all too clearly how the lads were deceived and used throughout their time in Neverland. “Structure, Hoo--it’s Killian, right?” she amended quickly. “Kids need structure and routine. You’d do well to remember that.”

Not for the first time, Killian wondered exactly how much Granny overheard and knew as she watched her patrons come and go. In fact, she was the only one in town who referred to him by his given name, most simply opting for Hook or Captain if they were being pleasant. Or ‘the pirate’ if they happen to be Emma’s father, he added. His ponderance was abruptly interrupted when the door crashed open and an exasperated looking Emma quickly crossed to the bar and sank down one stool from his own.

“This one calls for a whisky on the rocks, Granny,” she huffed, casting a sidelong glance at Killian’s own glass. “You too, huh? Must be going around today.” He watched as she shucked her red leather jacket, tossing it aside on the barstool between them and he gave her a moment, offering a quick clink of his glass once her own libation arrived.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Killian kept his voice light, noting the tension in the set of her shoulders and jaw.

She heaved a sigh and he made a valiant effort to focus on her stunning green eyes rather than the assets her movements showcased in that moment. “The short version? I’m sick of my mother,” she tripped on the word, “trying to be my life coach. I’m tired of inane ‘loitering’ reports from the surliest dwarf, and I cannot seem to get--” her momentum was immediately interrupted by the door and a sudden call across the diner.

“Ems, there you are!”

“--a single minute of quiet,” Emma finished lowly while Neal sauntered over and leaned against the counter, placing himself between Killian and her.

“So, I was thinking we could grab dinner. You know, you, me and Henry? Or maybe just you and me if Regina has--”

“Neal, I’ve had a long day. I am going to enjoy this drink, maybe a second, and then I am eating whatever I rummage out of the pantry at Mary Margaret’s since she and David are out on a date.”

“So you have the place to yourself?”

Killian understood the insinuation and clenched his jaw. He started counting backward from ten while he listened to Emma try to redirect Neal’s plans, and when he heard the other man’s second attempt to garner an invitation he reset the clock and started the count at twenty. Perhaps she cares for him, he reminded himself. She is tired and had a difficult day, but that does not mean she has chosen not to be with--

Her voice was suddenly raised and Killian felt like he was about four steps behind the conversation as he snapped to attention on the words she spat at the man across from her.

“Just go-- go, Neal. This isn’t happening. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. It is not happening .” Whatever expression she held in that moment must have been truly glorious to earn Neal’s melodramatic scoff as he stormed out the diner and slammed the door behind him.

Granny simply poured a healthy splash of whisky in Emma’s glass in reply before shuffling back to the kitchen as she had witnessed the whole interaction mere steps from Killian, who just now was actively working to control both his expression and the thoughts wheeling through his mind at her parting shot. What exactly was not happening between them? Where did that leave him?

Killian glanced over at Emma, her eyes ablaze as if challenging him to comment on the interaction. “Darts are quiet,” he offered congenially, smiling what he considered his most winning grin.

That earned him a quick bark of laughter. “And a little violent,” she smirked.

“Aye, that too, Swan.”

She held up her glass and they shared their second silent toast of the evening. “I could use a little of both,” she added as she got up, glass in hand and the beginnings of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“I hear rumor they even sell food at this establishment,” Killian pressed his luck a bit as they collected the two sets of darts and set up.

“You don’t say?” She shook her head at him and he watched her consider the offer. “Loser buys?”

“Of course, love.” He sketched her a bow, flourishing his hand and making a show of it to cover up his surprise.

“Not your love,” she retorted, sinking a bullseye on her first try while Killian considered how grateful he was that Granny accepted doubloons. Where had she learned to play like this?

...

Granny hollered last call only moments after Emma bid Killian goodnight, a lightness to her steps as he watched her go. “Looks like that went well,” Granny called over as she wiped down the last table.

“Aye,” he tossed Granny a wink, “and she stayed for three games. And dessert.”

For the life of him, Killian couldn’t decipher Granny’s laugh at this simple observation until the double-entendre dawned on him at last. He was tired and perhaps he’d imbibed one too many glasses if he was the one missing the joke...it was then he noticed Emma’s jacket still laying across the barstool where she’d first dropped it.

“Seven hells,” he took off to the sound of Granny’s whooping call as she warned him the sheriff walked fast and he’d better work for it. Work for what exactly? Killian mused as he jogged out into the night, no easy feat in full leathers with more than a bit of drink in him. He spotted her golden hair in the lamplight down the street and called out, thinking it the better option than startling her.

She spun on her heel, wobbled slightly, and burst into laughter as she leaned against the lamppost for support--clearly he wasn’t the only to enjoy one too many this evening. Ever the gentleman, Killian held her jacket out and ignored her comment about being chased down Main Street by a pirate.

“Princess,” he began, calling far too loudly given the hour, “chivalry demands I return your cloak, lest you catch a chill on this dark night.” She shushed him less than successfully as she giggled and fell into step beside him-- Emma Swan can giggle, he mused. “As well,” he continued, voice full volume and bordering on a bellow, “I must see you safely to your door. No doubt there are ruffians about, and all manor of unsavory ne’er-do-wells, all seeking mischief against such an elegant,” he chuckled as she staggered slightly, “and graceful lady as thee.”

“You’re such an idiot, shut up! Do you want the whole neighborhood awake?” Her scolding was half-hearted at best considering her idea of a whisper could likely be heard across the street.

“Do you think they’ll call the sheriff, love” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she swatted his chest. “Surely you wouldn’t throw a man in the brig for an act of noblest courtesy,” at that he draped her jacket over her shoulders while she led the way and proceeded to spin a tale of his own unimpeachable valor as a young sailor. When they reached her dwelling, she turned to face him before heading up.

“Why do you always get it? Nobody gets it.” He raised a brow at her question. “Gets me. Like Neal,” she slurred the name and rolled her eyes. “I have a shitty day at work and he decides to make some weird pass at me through the kid ? But you,” she leaned in and poked Killian in the chest, keeping her index finger pressed against his sternum. “You’re the...the flirty pirate king and you just...throw sharp shit at a wall with me and buy me drinks. You didn’t even check out my ass more than once.”

He absolutely had, but far be it for Killian to correct the lady when this seemed to be going somewhere rather interesting.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she slurred.

Before he could suggest this was likely a bad idea as she would potentially regret whatever her next words were to be, she pulled him down by one of his coat lapels and whispered loudly, “My mom is Snow White, right? So she’s all about ‘true love’ and ‘happily ever after’,” her whisper became what he thought was an imitation of her mother, though he doubted that Snow White had ever been six whiskies and two rums deep.

“So she thinks that Neal is like...my Prince Charming, but here’s the secret: he’s not a prince! He’s a con-man, and he sure as hell isn’t charming. So whoops, Mom! Wrong bet!” She laughed and let go of his coat, poking the end of his nose and whispering something that sounded like the noise boop in the most infuriatingly impossible-to-understand gesture he’s witnessed yet. She gave him a glassy-eyed smile, and in a parting shot that left him speechless, she cupped his cheek and in a much softer tone murmured, “Goodnight, Killian.”

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The morning arrived after less rest than he’d like, but Killian snapped awake as the sky first began to turn a dusty rose on the horizon. This was very likely the best mood he’d found himself in for quite some time, and he mused on the past twelve hours as he fiddled with the magic hot-water dispenser until he got the temperature just right. Unlike the Jolly , Granny’s provisions in terms of hygiene were lavish and he assumed they cost her a small fortune if Ruby and the guests enjoyed them as much as he did, but Granny assured him the soaps and amenities were provided, so he took great joy in letting the warm water run over him as he lathered up, breathing in the herbal and lemon scent so unlike the harsh lye soap he was accustomed to. This world without magic had its charms, and hot water on demand was his latest favorite.

He arrived downstairs for his other new-world favorite - coffee - and Killian was pleased to see Emma already at the counter, though she looked a great deal less chipper than he felt. “Good morning, Swan,” he sauntered up to take a seat at her left. “Beautiful morning, don’t you think?”

She grumbled something about a headache and before Killian could reply, Granny swooped in and all but insisted she sit and have breakfast. Despite her protests, Emma wound up delayed in her arrival to her post that morning as she was cajoled into a substantial pile of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Complain all you want, Sheriff,” Granny eyed her as she set a matching plate before Killian, “but you two need to soak up some of last night’s fun. Now, eat.” After obligingly refilling their mugs with steaming hot coffee, to which Emma added more than a bit of cream and sugar, Granny retreated to another table as the morning rush filled in around them.

They ate in companionable silence until Emma glanced over and opened with, “I beat you at darts, didn’t I?”

“Aye, two wins to my paltry one, Swan. I’m only grateful we chose not to wager more than dinner and drinks on the game, or my pockets would be a great deal more empty.” She smirked at his comment, and the two chatted as they worked through their breakfasts, both seeming to come alive as Granny had predicted.

He should have known it was all going far too well.

The bell above the door chimed, and the bustle of the patrons picking up coffee and pastries on their way to work or leisurely enjoying their breakfasts fell to a whisper. Killian stayed perfectly still as he heard the man limp toward the counter, the gentle thud of his cane giving him away. From the corner of his eye, he saw Emma roll her eyes at his clipped “Miss Swan,” and Killian stayed frozen to the spot, not trusting his reaction in front of the woman who not only was increasingly important in his life--a thought he’d sort out, or studiously avoid, later--but also represented the local law enforcement.

He heard few of the words exchanged between the Crocodile and Granny, though neither appeared pleased to be having the conversation. Instead, his pulse pounded in his head and his vision clouded as he clutched the edge of the counter. Killian had the distinct image of grabbing that gold-topped cane and flipping it, beating the man about the head until nothing recognizable remained. Until the gold handle dripped red. He could leave him on the floor of this place, twitching as the last impulses of his brain forced him to dance to a soundless tune; Killian could simply walk to the Jolly and set sail, free of the memory of this vile excuse for a man.

Except that he could do no such thing. He sat next to the sheriff in a small town diner surrounded by people who already distrusted him to varying degrees. He was trapped in a land that was not his own and had no way-- nor will --to return to his own. He was a captain without a crew, and as his mind raced through the numerous ways he could rid himself of this loathsome creature he knew now was not the time and certainly not the place. Simply put, Killian refused to put Emma in a position where she would be forced to see the darkness that lurked within him. So he let it pass, and let the Crocodile go for today.

It wasn’t long after the disruption that Emma took her leave, and Killian lingered at the counter as he mulled over what to do with his day. Most days he helped Granny with the more physically demanding repairs around the place, but he felt caged and in need of something more challenging.

“Appreciate you not taking his head off in my diner,” Granny remarked banally once the place emptied. “You have any idea what it takes to get blood out of white grout? Oh, don’t look so surprised; nothing smells quite like fear and rage rolled up in one, and I could smell yours from across the damn room.” She waved dismissively and filled two mugs, sliding one to him and keeping the other for herself. “It’s hot chocolate, and you need it. Little liquid comfort never hurt anyone, so drink up and tell me about it.”

He sipped hesitantly, but the woman was certainly right about the comforting power of the elixir before him. Killian thought about his next words as he breathed in the sweet steam from his mug, letting the cup warm his hand as he held it. “You could...smell my emotions?” He felt it best to begin with the obvious inquiry and prolong the tale of his darkest day.

“I could also hear your heart-rate skyrocket the second you knew who came through that door, so I’m guessing there’s some history there. You don’t have to tell me everything, Killian, but I need to know if I can trust you when you’re in here. Gold comes in to collect rent monthly, and every now and again he has lunch as well. I need to know you’re not going to take a kitchen knife to the bastard while I’m serving sandwiches.” She levelled a scrutinizing gaze at him and waited.

Killian set down his mug and scrubbed his hand over his face, realizing he was in need of a shave, then realizing he was further delaying the conversation. He sighed, knowing there was only one right way forward. “I will not spill his blood on your grounds, Granny, not unless he spills mine first. You have my word.” She nodded once, waiting for him to continue. And so he spent the sunny morning explaining how he lost his hand to the Dark One. While Killian left out much of the story of Milah, he could not entirely avoid her role in the tale, explaining simply that the man she knew as Gold had killed the woman Killian loved right in front of his eyes. Granny was sympathetic and asked few questions, letting him choose how much to reveal. It was cathartic, in a way - a chance to tell someone this piece of truth. A chance to be heard.

When they were finished, Granny spoke briefly of her wolfish nature, a truth which Killian enjoyed as it made her acute hearing and perceptiveness make far more sense. “I know your heart-rate also picks up around a certain sheriff,” she added as Killian slipped on his greatcoat, readying himself to find busywork on the Jolly . “And I know hers does around you.” She eyed him closely then, searching for he knew not what. “Be careful with her, Killian. I don’t know everything--I’m not sure anyone does--but I can see enough to know she’s been hurt, and that hurt hasn’t fully healed. In fact, I’m damn sure the source of it just waltzed back into her life.”

He nodded his understanding and left her to her work. Given the woman’s preternatural understanding of her patrons, he was not about to argue. He chewed her words over in his mind repeatedly as he spent the rest of the day checking that everything aboard his beloved Jolly was in tip-top shape. While his life may be constant chaos in this world, at least he could be assured his ship was as perfect as ever.

#cs au #captain swan #cs ff #csmm #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan au #karly tries her hand at writing

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mytwilightimagines13 · 4 years ago

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Memories from the past (Part five)(Caius Volturi)

Word count: 2043

The street was very narrow, cobbled with the same colour stones as the faded cinnamon brown buildings that darkened the street with their shade. It had the feel of an alleyway. Red flags decorated the walls, spaced only a few yards apart, flapping in the wind that whistled through the narrow lane. It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress. We found another street at the end. The buildings were taller here; they leaned together overhead so that no sunlight touched the pavement—the thrashing red flags on either side nearly met. The crowd was thicker here than anywhere else. We continued the walk through the shadows, even when we reached the plaza with the clock tower in the middle. Coming out of the dark lane, I was blinded by the brilliant sunlight beating down into the principal plaza. The wind whooshed into me, flinging my hair into my eyes and blinding me further. I pushed urgently toward it, not realizing till I bruised my shins against the bricks that there was a wide, square fountain set into the center of the plaza. I glanced up at the clock again. Some sort of pull lured me towards it.

A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. Alice pulled me towards them back into the shadows. The clock tolled again. We ran past a child in his mother's arms—his hair was almost white in the dazzling sunlight. A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as we barrelled through them. The clock tolled again. On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseers who milled aimlessly around me. My eyes searched the dark narrow passage to the right of the wide square edifice under the tower. I couldn't see the street level—there were still too many people in the way. The clock tolled again. It was hard to see now. Without the crowd to break the wind, it whipped at my face and burned my eyes. That was the way we went, towards even more shadows. Edward walked in front of me while Alice walked behind me, gently pushing me into the right direction. I was so mesmerised by the small town and the beautiful plaza it contained that I hadn’t seen the two dark shapes detach themselves from the gloom. "Greetings, gentlemen," Edward's voice was calm and pleasant. “The girl as promised.” “And no harm done. We made sure of that.” Alice said, her hand still on my lower back. "Very well. Shall we take this conversation to a more appropriate venue?" a smooth voice whispered menacingly. “Very well.” Alice said as she gently pushed me for ward. “I will take it from here, miss.” The smooth voice spoke again, walking closer towards me. “Very well, Demetri.” Alice said as she took a step back and the other took a step closer to me, now occupying the spot Alice just seconds ago held. I finally dared to take a closer look at the newcomers. They were both concealed within smoky gray cloaks that reached to the ground and undulated in the wind. The second, taller man still hadn’t moved, but I felt his glare on me. “How can we be sure this isn’t some trick?” he asked. “Your Masters can confirm that it isn’t, as you should know, Felix.” Edward said in a harsh tone. The one named Felix growled at him. Wait, what? Humans can’t growl. "Felix," the second, more reasonable shadow named Demetri cautioned. "Not here." He turned to Edward. "My apologies, Edward. We have had some… disappointments in the past. That is all." My eyes were adjusting to the deep shade, and I could see that Felix was very big, tall and thick through the shoulders. Felix and Demetri stole closer toward the mouth of the alley, spreading out slightly so they could come at us from two sides, forcing us closer into the alley. "Let's behave ourselves, shall we?" Alice suggested. "There are ladies present." "Enough." The voice was high, reedy, and n came from behind us. I peeked under Edward's other arm to see a small, dark shape coming toward us. By the way the edges billowed, I knew it would be another one of them. Who else? At first I thought it was a young boy. The newcomer was as tiny as Alice, with lank, pale brown hair trimmed short. The body under the cloak—which was darker, almost black—was slim and androgynous. But the face was too pretty for a boy. The wide-eyed, full-lipped face would make a Botticelli angel look like a gargoyle. Even allowing for the dull crimson irises. Her size was so insignificant that the reaction to her appearance confused me. Felix and Demetri relaxed immediately, stepping back from their offensive positions to blend again with the shadows of the overhanging walls. Edward dropped his arms and relaxed his position as well—but in defeat. "Jane," he sighed in recognition and resignation. Alice folded her arms across her chest, her expression impassive. "Follow me," Jane spoke again, her childish voice a monotone. She turned her back on us and drifted silently into the dark. Felix gestured for us to go first, smirking. Alice walked after the little Jane at once, Edward following her at once. “After you, mia bella signora.” Demetri said as he gently pushed me to follow them, my confusion most

likely clear on my face. The alley angled slightly downward as it narrowed. My mind was racing as my feet moved forward on automatic pilot mode. What was going on? Where these people some kind of cult? Would I be sacrificed to their blood lusting god? There was a loose curve to the alley, still slanting downward, so I didn't see the squared-off dead end coming until we reached the flat, windowless, brick face. The little one called Jane was nowhere to be seen. Alice didn't hesitate, didn't break pace as she strode toward the wall. Then, with easy grace, she slid down an open hole in the street. It looked like a drain, sunk into the lowest point of the paving. I hadn't noticed it until Alice disappeared, but the grate was halfway pushed aside. The hole was small, and black. I stopped dead in my tracks. “With all due respect, I refuse to simply fall to my death thank you very much.” I said, trying to find a way to run far away from these people. “No worries, signora. Just close your eyes and I assure you that you will be safe.” Demetri said as he gently placed his hands around my waist. I sighed in defeat, knowing there was no way out of this. I was doomed. Death was approaching with every heartbeat. “Very well.” I closed my eyes so I couldn't see the darkness, scrunching them together in terror, clamping my mouth shut so I wouldn't scream. I felt Demetri pick me up slightly and jump down the hole. It was silent and short. The air whipped past me for just half a second, and then, with a huff as I exhaled, he gracefully landed on the floor without a sound. Demetri stood me upright and placed his hand on my back again, ready to guide me forwards. It was dim, but not black at the bottom. The light from the hole above provided a faint glow, reflecting wetly from the stones under my feet. Felix jumped behind us and we continued our stroll in silence. The sound of the heavy grate sliding over the drain hole behind us rang with metallic finality. The dim light from the street was quickly lost in the gloom. The sound of my staggering footsteps echoed through the black space; it sounded very wide, but I couldn't be sure. There were no sounds other than my frantic heartbeat and my feet on the wet stones. The path beneath our feet continued to slant downward, taking us deeper into the ground, and it made me claustrophobic. I couldn't tell where the light was coming from, but it slowly turned dark gray instead of black. We were in a low, arched tunnel. Long trails of ebony moisture seeped down the gray stones, like they were bleeding ink. We hurried through the tunnel, or it felt like hurrying to me. At the end of the tunnel was a grate—the iron bars were rusting, but thick as my arm. A small door made of thinner, interlaced bars was standing open. We all ducked through and hurried on to a larger, brighter stone room. The grille slammed shut with a clang, followed by the snap of a lock. I was too afraid to look behind me. On the other side of the long room was a low, heavy wooden door. It was very thick—as I could tell.

We were in a brightly lit and unremarkable hallway. The walls were off-white, the floor carpeted in industrial gray. Common rectangular fluorescent lights were spaced evenly along the ceiling. It was warmer here, for which I was grateful. This hall seemed very benign after the gloom of the ghoulish stone sewers. The heavy door creaked shut behind us, and then there was the thud of a bolt sliding home. Jane waited by the elevator, one hand holding the doors open for us. Her expression was apathetic. Once inside the elevator, the three figures with cloaks seemed to relax further. They threw back their cloaks, letting the hoods fall back on their shoulders. Felix and Demetri were both of a slightly olive complexion—it looked odd combined with their chalky pallor. Felix's black hair was cropped short, but Demetri's waved to his shoulders. Their irises were deep crimson around the edges, darkening until they were black around the pupil. Under the shrouds, their clothes were modern, pale, and nondescript. I cowered in the corner, cringing against the wall, their red eyes freaking me out even more. They were most defiantly a cult. And I was the stupid lamb that jumped happily and unknowingly into their bloody arms. Bloody hell. Stupid lamb I am. The elevator ride was short; we stepped out into what looked like a posh office reception area. The walls were panelled in wood, the floors carpeted in thick, deep green. There were no windows, but large, brightly lit paintings of the Tuscan countryside hung everywhere as replacements. Pale leather couches were arranged in cosy groupings, and the glossy tables held crystal vases full of vibrantly coloured bouquets. The flowers' smell reminded me of a funeral home. In the middle of the room was a high, polished mahogany counter. I gawked in astonishment at the woman behind it. She was tall, with dark skin and green eyes. She smiled politely in welcome. "Good afternoon, Jane," she said. Jane nodded. "Gianna." She continued toward a set of double doors in the back of the room, and we followed. As Felix passed the desk, he winked at Gianna, and she giggled. On the other side of the wooden doors was a different kind of reception. The pale boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely. He came forward to meet us. He smiled, reaching for her. "Jane." "Alec," she responded, embracing the boy. They kissed each other's cheeks on both sides. Then he looked at the group before his eyes landed on me with curiosity. "Is this really her?" he noted, looking at me. Jane nodded, a proud look on her face. "Nice work." She laughed—the sound sparkled with delight like a baby's cooing. "The Masters will be so glad to finally meet you, madam. Master Caius and Mistress Athenodora especially.” Alec said, speaking to me directly now. I only looked at him in confusion "Let's not keep them waiting," Jane suggested. Alec and Jane, holding hands, led the way down yet another wide, ornate hall. Yup. I was going to die. To some weird BDSM cult… great. Stupid little lamb I am.

#caius volturi #athenodora volturi #volturi #volturi imagine #twilight imagine #twilight #vampire

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ravenadottir · 4 years ago

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If you could switch any of the routes, how would you do it? For example, put Noah in super easy mode by giving him Bobby's route. Or make Gary the Unicorn (Kassam's route).

((live footage of me thinking about noah having any other route than his own))

so, let’s see...

i would like noah’s playthrough to still have the flavor of his indecision, and plenty of dialogues so i could fall even more in love with him... but you know, less snakey and painful, soooo, i would give him rahim’s route. we get to be with him since day one, but he switches to someone else because of his insecurity, eventually becoming ours again when the right timing is right.

rahim should’ve had noah’s route. hear me out! he’s the one who cannot deal with confrontation. noah still bickers back when he and hope fight, and gives her some hard time when she says she makes more money than him. the only person who truly doesn’t take confrontation is rahim. he actually lets priya go for noah on operation, and i still don’t understand why he wouldn’t say anything, unless he was scared of calling her out. with that being said, he’s not out there at all, handsome, quiet and timid. that’s much more gentleman-y than noah ever was on those first couple of days! priya going after him on “operation nope” would make more sense than noah, because rahim is exactly her type, not book boy! she says she likes guys that can be cheeky and that’s who rahim is, despite of delivering the lines wrong. noah isn’t throwing pick up lines back and forth, and rahim was the one saying he doesn’t want to be friends with her because something else is on the table. and if we’re all playing the same game here, instead of hope, we put lottie on it. cause you know... cuckoo over a guy... and the fights with priya would stay in that realm of making sense. lottie going for priya’s guts would’ve actually been justified!

as for crane boy, i wanted to see something flavorful in than just lottie pining over him while he’s entirely into mc. it’s just very annoying she calls dibs without ever being with him. lucas’s route would fit gary so well, because he’s still unsure of whether he should trust someone or not, after being burned. and it would make sense for him to switch because he’s conflicted. it makes sense for lucas, but not for henrik (that was ooc), so gary could take that part. after mc is back and alone, he realizes the mistake he made and apologizes. it suits him better than henrik, i’ll tell you that. plus, if they made blake convince him? even better! one more for the “naive gary” for the win.

henrik could’ve been a casa amor guy. he’s the kind of boy you either fall in love right away or never give him a second look. imagine this dumbass of a guy trying to get with you in less than three days, while being confused about everything felix says! getting him so desperately trying to get with you being his confident self would’ve been another level! it also doesn’t make sense for him and lucas to come after the girl they’re with. they’re mates! it needed to be something about the frenemies trope and not the little brother-big brother. if we could put henrik on carl’s place, alien boy would’ve been a bombshell:

carl coming in on day 5, taking henrik’s spot, would have a much richer development. he has a lot to learn about trust and control, and spending more time with us would teach him that. if carl brought someone back from casa amor, it would give sense to what he says later about “ending things before they get serious”. the angst would’ve been far more intense and the compensation of his arc much more satisfying than it is, giving him a full circle of a “awkward and scared” trope and giving us the carl arc we deserved.

rocco can stay put. his arc kind of fits him well and i don’t mind not seeing him again.

lucas could have gary’s route, and i would love to fight marisol over him. bear with me, it will make sense in a bit. lucas being an og boy would actually be cool since he doesn’t make the best first impressions with the guys, only the girls. the friendships would’ve been conditional and i would love to see that! plus, a little of hope’s glances towards him. but back to the marisol thing. she knows this is a place to find love, but also to play a game when it’s needed. once you get the breakfast gate happening, it’s on! marisol would be interested in him because of his looks and background. being so educated, honest, blunt and rude as he is, for once, she would’ve stirred from her usual type, and we could’ve had a little bit of a healthy competition.. imagine the snarky comments but still, the friendship with her being intact if one of us gets the guy. and marisol still being a love interest would only make everything more flavorful. “i thought i was competing for him, but it turns out, i was into you the whole time.”

bobby getting the unicorn route, in casa amor. imagine the players that unlocked him saying “did you know he’s a baker who makes cupcakes for his friends when they’re sad?” it would actually be a unicorn because once you’re on his route, and is sweet just like him, he boops you. PLAYERS POSTING ABOUT THE UNICORN GUY BOOPING THEM. i bet fusebox would’ve fixed that shit already, given he would become quite popular, not only because of his looks (because let’s face it, he’s adorable) but also the things he says and does. plus, if they played the cards right, he would’ve gone down on mc during casa, and OH MY GOD, the stans would lose their shit even more!

kassam would get bobby’s spot, and honestly? he would’ve been a direct competition to mysteryous lucas. he has so much to offer, but after casa amor, all the guys become the same person and that’s honestly a waste! kassam being there since day one would’ve been legitimately the quiet guy. even more so than noah.

elisa coming in from casa amor and staying, instead of shannon. again, hear me out. elisa still being an li it would mean she falls for us after being with a guy, and in this case, noah. elisa being a mean casa girl, but falling for us and having a completely new “enemies to lovers” route? UM, YES! much more interesting than what they gave her. let’s face it, girl was robbed! plus, day 19 is when everything happens, and elisa being jealous of whoever we saved (or brought back) is actually a dream! i still want a cool girl to be jealous of my mc!

shannon coming in later would make much more sense if she foght jo over one of the boys. the betrayal is far superior given they both came in together and were supposed to have each other’s backs. the fight would happen, and because shannon is not with him, it would also be understandable for her to not get the guy involved.

this second part you didn’t ask for, but like, my brain is gonna be scratching if i don’t match them like this:

‘new villa’

‘og boys and girls’

noah + hope become: rahim + lottie (staying together until the end, and it would make sense for lottie to be paranoid about priya and mc)

rahim + marisol become: noah + hope (would split right after hope realized he’s not her type)

gary + hannah become: lucas + hannah (hannah still gets dumped, but lucas is entirely for grabs after day 10)

rocco as rocco // rocco + mc (that could be the obligatory choice until he gets kicked for getting with someone else, and that would interchangeable among the girls depending on who you flirt with)

kassam as bobby kassam + marisol (it looks and feels cursed, but they would’ve mixed and matched once marisol noticed he’s not her type)

‘bombshells’

carl + gary

‘casa amor’

henrik coming in instead of carl, the other boys as themselves.

elisa being brought by rahim, and blake being brought by either carl or gary. much easier to manipulate, let’s face it.

shannon and jo come together and fight over one of the guys (probably)

‘disaster recoupling’

- jakub would choose lottie

- rahim would choose priya or mc (depending on your participation on operation rattie... or lohim)

- bombshell that stayed (gary or carl) chooses mc, stealing her away or staying in a couple as they were after girls’ choice

- noah chooses hope (and the surprise would be just as big, given hope doesn’t think anything of him because he’s too shy)

- lucas chooses chelsea

- kassam goes for marisol

‘stick or switch’

- jakub stays loyal (despite of bedding someone)(lottie going insane over the fact that he did that, regardless of how she feels disgusted by him)

- rahim stays loyal to priya, or brings blake back, if he’s with mc

- bombshell (gary or carl) brings blake back or stays loyal (depending on operation lohim)

- noah brings elisa (even though he’s not a hundred percent sure, and you can choose him the next recoupling)

- lucas stays loyal to chelsea, regardless

- kassam stays single

- marisol still switches to graham (even on her route)

- chelsea brings elijah back if you stayed single, or stays loyal to lucas if you switch

my brain is tired, i’m going night-night after this one.

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starshine583 · 5 years ago

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Crossing a Line

Part 17

(Ya’ll ready for the angst? Because I was not)

Part 1 / Part 16 / Part 18

Le Paon stumbled to a stop, his chest tight and his heart in his throat. He clutched the earrings in his palms, causing the ends to dig into his skin.

I.. I did it.

He took the earrings. After all the work Father’s put forward, Le Paon finally got a hold of Ladybug’s earrings.. Of Marinette’s earrings.

A sigh escaped him as he slumped against the Mansion walls. She sounded absolutely horrified when she realized what was going on. How was he going to apologize? Would she even listen to him after this?

Felix dropped his transformation and slipped inside the mansion, carefully searching for witnesses. He could return her earrings after the wish, right? Would that help? She wouldn’t be missing her kwami then..

Nathalie sat in her usual desk next to Father’s office, but she appeared engrossed in something on the computer, so he was able to slip by unnoticed. Felix quietly hopped up the stairs, a part of him wondering how Father would have handled this. How would Father proceed if he knew that his youngest son was fighting against him with a miraculous they needed? What would he have done to Marinette to get her miraculous afterwards? Would he have made the same choices?

Felix stopped in front of his bedroom door. Whether Father might have done something differently or not didn’t help him now. Felix had the earrings, and Adrien had the ring. It was down to this next conversation.

Tentatively, he knocked on the door.

No response.

Felix drew in a breath and opened the door anyway. The room was pitch black, and the faint sound of a fan fluttered around. Was he sleeping? Already? It was a little past midnight, but..

Felix closed the door, and ran a hand through his hair. What should he do now? He couldn’t just wake Adrien up to talk about this. “Hey, I know you just woke up, but let me tell you about our not-so-dead mother and the fact that your brother and Father are super villains. Also, can I have your ring that I know has been a miraculous this whole time even though you had no idea that I even knew what a miraculous was?”

Yeah.. he had a feeling that wouldn’t go well.

Felix turned on his heel to go back down the stairs. He would have to talk to Adrien about the wish in the morning. In the meantime, he could hide the earrings in the library. Even if Marinette didn’t know his identity, carrying her Miraculous around provided a flurry of plausible problems that Felix didn’t care to deal with.

Tomorrow. He promised himself, slipping the earrings into a pocket in one of the book shelves. He would talk to Adrien tomorrow, and they would finally have their mother back.

~~~~~~

Two hours. It’d been two hours since Le Paon came and took her miraculous.

Marinette sat at the bottom of the ladder that led to her balcony, eyes puffed from tears. She couldn’t understand what went wrong. They were supposed to talk and work things out. He was supposed to surrender so they could heal his mother together. How did she let this happen?

Marinette sniffed, trying to think of what Tikki would say in this moment. Maybe she would insist that it wasn’t her fault, or that she did everything she could, but neither of those would be true. This was her fault. She didn’t do everything. If Marinette were really a good Ladybug, she would have swiped Le Paon’s miraculous the first time he visited her balcony. Or even the second time. Or all the other times she let him swing by.

But she hadn’t. She let him inside, let herself trust him, and he betrayed her.

How long had he known that she was Ladybug? Did he know from the beginning? Were the times they spent together all a lie? A mere ploy to get close enough to grab her miraculous?

Was his confession a lie too?

Marinette choked out another sob. Stupid, stupid! She should have known not to trust him. After his first betrayal towards Ladybug, it should have been obvious that everything else was an act. It just felt so wonderful, having Felix by her side. The quiet smiles he would give to only her, the endless praises on her crafts. She didn’t want to imagine a world without him.

And yet, he was gone.

And so was Tikki.

And she was alone.

Marinette wiped away another tear that spilled down her cheek and looked up at the trapdoor. He’s had her earrings for two hours now. Hawkmoth could do a lot in a mere two hours.

Despite the crushing weight in her chest, Marinette forced herself to her feet. There was no more time for crying. There wasn’t time in the first place, actually. She needed to get her earrings back before Felix went too far. She needed to talk to Master Fu.

Sneaking out was the easy part. Maman and Papa had been asleep for four hours already. As long as she got back before four in the morning, they wouldn’t be a problem. It was finding Master Fu that was hard.

Marinette vaguely remembered a few turns, but she normally relied on Tikki for guidance. The address escaped her too, and her phone’s gps didn’t have a hit for “Fu’s Massage Parlor”. So, she ended up wandering around Paris for a while, avoiding dark alleyways and hoping she was going in the right direction. It must have been her last bits of Ladybug Luck that let her arrive at Master Fu’s around thirty minutes after leaving the bakery.

Marinette let out a relieved sigh when she saw the sign and quickly started knocking on the door. The first few knocks were met with silence, but she was desperate. She knocked a few more times, and after the eighth round of knocks, Master Fu finally opened the door.

“Master! I’m so sorry to come here this late, but It’s urgent!” She all but spat out. “My miraculous- I didn’t expect him to, but- It’s gone! Felix- he took it and just ran off!”

Master Fu, through his groggy state, managed to pick up the gist of her ramblings and promptly ushered her inside.

“Are you sure you weren’t followed?” He asked, glancing up and down the street.

“Positive.” Felix had no ‘use’ for her without her miraculous. She imagined he wouldn’t even bother to speak with her again after this.

Master Fu nodded and closed the door. “Good. I have something that can help you upstairs.”

Marinette was brought back up to Master Fu’s massaging room where they usually practiced her healing magic. Once inside, he crossed the room and picked up an old phonograph.

“Before we begin, I’d like to apologize.” Master Fu said as he sat the phonograph down in front of her. “It’s my fault Felix got close enough to take your miraculous.”

Marinette shook her head. “No, Master, you can’t blame yourself. I’m the one that let him inside my home without thinking of the consequences.”

“You don’t understand.” Fu responded. “I had his miraculous, but I gave it back.”

Marinette’s eyes bulged out of her head.

“You- you what? When did you have it?” She asked, dumbfounded.

Master Fu sighed. “A few weeks ago, I saw Felix running alone after the giant, movie akuma.”

Marinette pursed her lips. She remembered that night. If the akuma hadn’t appeared she might have kissed Felix for the first time while they ate ice cream. If only she knew then how dangerous he truly was.

“I pretended to be a victim of a mugging, and he offered to help me home. He even came inside and had a cup of tea, sitting where you sit right now.”

Marinette frowned. “If you had his miraculous.. why give it back?”

Regret painted his features. “When I talked with him, he did not seem evil, only desperate. I gave him the miraculous in hopes that he would change his mind and use it to fight against Hawkmoth instead, but..”

He trailed off, and Marinette cast her gaze to the floor.

But I guess we were both wrong about him.

“Tikki is waiting for you.” Master Fu continued. A renewed determination filled his eyes as he opened the phonograph to reveal multiple platforms of jewelry. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I am entrusting you another miraculous to reclaim your first one. Choose wisely.”

Marinette gasped, watching the miniature shelves pop out of the box. “You mean.. These are all miraculous?”

“Yes, and each holds a specific power.” He explained, pointing out a few. “For example, the fox miraculous can create illusions, and the bee miraculous can paralyze others for a short amount of time.”

“Create illusions?” Marinette pondered aloud. That could help her immensely if she was going to sneak into the Agreste Mansion. An illusion might be able to cloak her movements to the security cameras.

Master Fu nodded and held it up for her. “The illusions will look completely lifelike until someone touches it or you detransform. Then the image you’ve created will fade away.”

No one should be touching the illusion if it’s outside. Marinette thought as she took the miraculous. It was too late for anyone to be up.

“I’ll be back soon.” She promised, slipping on the necklace.

An orange orb appeared around the tail pendant, and its glow brightened until a small, orange, fox-like kwami appeared.

“Hi-ya!” The creature greeted. “My name’s Trixx, and I’ll be your kwami. If you wanna transform, you just need to say one thing: Trixx, let’s pounce!”

“Good luck, Ladybug.” Master Fu stated as Marinette transformed.

Marinette offered a smile. “You mean ‘Jiāng húlí’.”

This time, she’d be the one visiting Felix as an alter ego. Let’s see if he’ll be as hospitable as she was.

Running across the rooftops was extremely different compared to her usual mode of transportation via yo-yo. Nevertheless, it felt nice to have a miraculous again. A few skyscrapers even gave her a glimpse of her new costume. Her raven hair had been swept up into a long ponytail that trailed down to the back of her knees. The tips of her bangs and ponytail were stark white, and a pair of pointed, orange ears that were also white-tipped sprang from the top of her bangs. Contrary to her red and black spotted Ladybug costume, the fox miraculous bathed her in colors of orange and white. She had a jacket around her waist that was lined with black and had a popped collar, of which the inside was also black. The rest of the jacket was orange, save for the two blotches of white in the middle that continued in a line past her jacket and stopped on the inside of her upper thighs. The fox miraculous acted as a clip for the black zipper in the middle of her jacket. She had a pair white gloves and boots as well, with black lining around each. (Of course, the lining for the gloves was really the lining of the jacket sleeves) A thick, orange belt was also wrapped around her waist, cutting a line between the splashes of white on her midsection and holding her flute tightly to her side.All in all, it didn’t look half bad.

All in all, it didn’t look half bad.

The Agreste Mansion, being much larger in size than Fu’s massage parlor, was mere child’s play to find, and with her renewed, miraculous strength, Marinette managed to get there in a matter of minutes.

She crept up to the dark windows, hoping the lack of light meant no one was in the room to see her. If Felix found a new miraculous holder sneaking into his house, she doubted that he would think of it as a coincidence, and her only leverage at the moment was his ignorance towards her knowing his true identity.

Her claws clicked against the glass as she pushed on the windows for an opening. An evil super villain couldn’t sneak out of his house constantly without a way-

A window near the center fell open at her touch. Marinette smiled.

Easy now. She told herself, carefully stepping into the room. The sound of a fan insured that someone was sleeping. It was best not to wake them up.

By the time her feet were firmly on the floor, her eyes were adjusted to the light, and she was able to make out furniture. A couch.. A desk.. A rockwall?

Marinette sucked in a breath and immediately started scrambling for a hiding place. This was the boys’ room, meaning Felix was probably in here sleeping. Sleeping! She thought, at the very least, that he would lose a little sleep from betraying her. He really didn’t feel guilty at all, did he?

She shook her head. Focus. If he’s asleep, that means the miraculous is unguarded.

The pads on her feet kept her steps silent as she crossed the room. The earrings shouldn’t be far from Felix, in a pocket, or a drawer, or something. She checked his pockets first- or rather, his clothes. Pajamas didn’t tend to have pockets -by carefully patting him down. It wasn’t easy. He moved a few times, and she was certain he’d woken up when she checked under his pillow. It must have been a miracle that he remained asleep.

With pockets checked, she went to the drawers. The second and third were filled with nothing but clothes. The first drawer, however..

Marinette gasped, a swirl of bittersweet delight overtaking her at the sight of Felix’s miraculous. What a wonderful opportunity she’d been provided.

“Turnabout’s fair play, Paon.” She whispered to herself as she took the miraculous. His panicked face when he noticed his absent miraculous in the morning was going to be a horrible thing to miss.

Marinette tucked the peacock miraculous away in her belt and turned to keep looking for her miraculous, but a certain sound stopped her in her tracks. A door. Someone was coming into the boys’ room. A sliver of light entered the dark abyss, quickly growing as the door opened further. Marinette rushed to the side of the room to avoid it, scurrying up a winding staircase. She pressed herself against the shelves above and tried to control her rapid breathing. Was someone coming to check on them or did Gabriel see her on the security cameras? Would she be able to fight off Gorilla and possibly more if that were the case?

A creak emitted from the door as it opened fully, and a single woman walked into the bedroom, straight and tall. Aside from her clicking heels, she was quiet as a mouse as she crossed the room to the boys’ bed. Strangely, she opened the very drawer that Marinette had searched through a moment earlier. When she opened it, though, she paused, almost like she expected to see something else. Then- curiouser, still -the woman started digging through the drawer.

How interesting.

It took a few seconds, but the woman finally muttered some curses to herself and left the room, looking quite displeased. Marinette might have considered following her under different circumstances. Unfortunately, her time stamp didn’t allow it. In walking into the room, the woman caused the illusion to fade. The cameras might catch her any moment. Marinette didn’t mind. She now had more leverage than the knowledge of Felix’s identity. If he was dumb enough to go to school tomorrow, she would lure him into a private area there. He might not care to look at her anymore, but Marinette was going to drag him by the ear anyway.

Mark her words, Felix was going to wish he never betrayed the hero of Paris.

~~~~~~

Sunlight poured into the bedroom as Felix got ready. He fiddled with the buttons on his dark grey vest, too nervous to think properly. Adrien was currently in the bathroom freshening up. When he came out, Felix was going to have to find a way to tell him that their long-lost mother was actually in a coma under their house. (Seriously, couldn’t Father find a less unsettling place to hide her?)

Heaven only knows how his brother was going to react. Felix might have agreed to help, but Adrien has been playing hero during this whole fiasco. With all of those battles stored in his mind, the personal insults shot at each other and near-death experiences, he probably won’t be as easily.. persuaded. Not to mention, Felix was going to have to get Adrien down to the basement. Chances were, he wouldn’t be able to do that without Father seeing them. Ugh, so many obstacles!

The bathroom door opened, and Felix tensed.

“Hey, Fe, did you move the toothpaste?” Adrien asked as he walked out.

Felix almost smiled. Such an innocent question for such a serious topic he was about to bring up. “No, but-”

“Oh, nevermind.” Adrien cut him off, spinning on his heel. “I just remembered that I saw it in the mirror cabinet.”

Felix stared as his brother closed the bathroom door again. He could already see how this was going to go. Heaving a sigh, he walked over to his bedside drawer to grab his miraculous. Maybe Duusu would have some advice.

The drawer slid open, and a few of the contents inside rolled with it, but there was no miraculous. Felix furrowed his eyebrows and started digging through the drawer a bit. He could have sworn that he put it in there the night before. It’s where he always puts it when he takes it off.

Maybe I set it somewhere else? He thought with a frown, starting to check under the bed and in the other drawers. He’d been a bit out of last night, but it couldn’t be far, since he’d definitely used it last night.

“Felix? Did you lose something?”

Felix shot up at his brother’s voice, causing him to smack his head on the bottom of Adrien’s desk that he’d begun looking under. “Ah! Yes, I’m- everything’s fine. It’s nothing.”

It’s not like I need it anymore, anyway. Felix reminded himself as he rubbed the back of his head. I have the earrings, and soon I’ll have the ring too.

“Adrien,” Felix began, trying not to glance at his brother’s ring while he stood, “do you ever.. I don’t know.. Think about mom?”

Adrien hesitated, obviously not expecting the question. “Uh.. I mean.. Of course I do. All the time. Why?”

“Do you ever wonder what would happen if we could bring her back?”

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. “Sometimes.. But that’s not possible, so I try not to think about it.”

Boy, are you in for a surprise. Felix refrained from saying. “What if you could? Would you do what it took to have her back?”

Adrien completely frowned now. “Felix-”

“Boys.”

The brothers turned to see Nathalie in the doorway. When did she come in?

“Gorilla is waiting for you downstairs.” She informed. “Please hurry.”

Felix and Adrien nodded, and Nathalie left the room as quickly as she’d come. He turned back to Adrien, hoping to continue the conversation, but his brother had already grabbed his bag and started for the door.

Before he fully rounded the corner, though, Adrien stopped.

“Felix, about Mom.. I miss her as much as anybody, but I don’t think she would want us to grieve over her like this. Having Mom back would be great, but would she really want us to go ‘above and beyond’ just to bring her back?”

Adrien left before Felix could reply, though he’s not sure he would have had a response, anyway. Mother wouldn’t want them to obsess over her. She would them to live their lives and be happy..

Too bad it’s too late to back out now.

School that day came with a whole new level of anxiety. He couldn’t help glancing left and right as he walked up the steps. Marinette could be anywhere, and she had to be worried for her miraculous, though she might not show it. She didn’t know his identity, so he should be fine, but the guilt that would smother him upon seeing her wasn’t an experience he was excited to go through.

He pondered not attending school himself, in all honesty. Alas, he didn’t have a good excuse to stay home. So here he was, carrying his bag to his locker and getting ready to burn through classes as fast as possible.

“Felix.”

Goosebumps crawled across his skin at the sound of Marinette’s voice. Why was everyone sneaking up on him today?

He reluctantly turned to greet her and had to force a neutral expression when he saw her smile. That didn’t look like someone who was grieving the loss of a miraculous.

“I want to talk to you.” She said, the usual, perky tone noticeably lacking in her voice.

The hair on the back of Felix’s neck stood up. “Uh.. that’s very kind of you-” Very kind of her? How did that response make sense? “-but class is going to be starting soon, so I need to get going.”

He moved to pass her, but she grabbed his wrist, her grip iron-tight. “I wasn’t asking.”

She yanked him backwards, slamming him against the lockers. Felix gasped for air, his eyes blowing wide with shock. Was this really happening? Marinette has never been violent in her life! He glanced around the locker room for witnesses, only to find that they were completely alone. Something told him that wasn’t a coincidence.

Marinette pressed her forearm to his chest, pinning him to the lockers. “Where did you put them!��

Felix struggled in vain to pull her arm away. Had she always been this strong in civilian form? “Put what?!”

“My miraculous!” She hissed, pushing harder. “Where are they!”

Felix’s eyes snapped to hers. The miraculous? She was asking his civilian form about her miraculous? But that meant..

He stopped struggling. “..You know.”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed into a glare. “Yeah. And, apparently, so did you.”

Felix might have felt guilty towards the jab had his mind not been reeling. How long had she known that he was Le Paon? When did she find out? How did she find out?

“Tell me you didn’t use the wish.” She spoke again, bringing Felix from his thoughts.

“Not yet. I still need the ring.” He answered honestly.

Her entire body seemed to loosen at the news. “Good. Where are my earrings?”

“They're hidden in the mansion.”

“Then you’re taking me there to get them.”

Felix shook his head. “I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.” She remarked, her voice dripping with venom. He didn’t know she was capable of sounding so threatening.

Still, Felix held his ground. “Marinette, you don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand!” Marinette shot back. “That wish is dangerous! It has consequences! If you use it to heal your mother, someone else is going to take her place!”

Take her place? “What do you mean?”

Marinette sighed. “The universe needs to be balanced. If you heal Emilie from an incurable coma, someone else will fall into an incurable coma as a result. Did you honestly think that I was fighting tooth and nail to keep my miraculous for the fun of it all?”

Felix furrowed his eyebrows. No, that.. That can’t be right. Father had never mentioned a consequence to using the wish.

“..I had hoped that was the case.” Was all he ended up saying.

Marinette huffed. “You’re so infuriating! Call Gorilla or whoever drives you. You’re taking me to get my miraculous back, unless you want me to keep this..”

She pulled something out of her pocket, and though Felix swore he’d seen everything that morning already, his jaw dropped when he saw his miraculous in her hands.

“How did-”

“That’s not important.” She cut him off sharply. “Call the car. Now.”

“W-Wait!” So many things were happening at once. “I can’t just take you to our house during school! Nathalie’s never going to let that fly.”

Marinette thought that over. “..I don’t trust you enough to wait till after school.”

The words sank into his heart like knives, but he couldn’t blame her. “That’s completely fair, but your plan will never work as is.”

“And what do you propose we do instead?” She inquired, raising a brow.

Felix swallowed. “We can go after school, and-” he emphasized the ‘and’ before she could interrupt “-to ease your mind, I will check in with you after every class period. Our class schedules are relatively the same. We can even have lunch together if that makes you feel better.”

Disgruntlement flickered across her features at the notion of eating together. Felix would be lying if he said that didn’t bother him.

“If I sense any sort of foul play-”

“You won’t.” He promised. “Heck, take my phone for good measure.”

Marinette’s expression leveled, and she held out her hand. “Deal.”

Despite still being pinned to the lockers, Felix managed to dig out his phone and hand it to her.

Marinette, being satisfied, dropped him as she pocketed the phone. “See you after classes, Agreste.”

Felix watched her sweep out of the room, noting the fact that she kept an eye on him the whole time. She must truly see him as a monster now if she’s waiting for him to pounce like that. He rubbed his chest where her forearm had been, knowing it would probably leave some type of bruise later, and headed for his first class.

Today was decidedly not going as planned.

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#Felinette #Felix Agreste #Marinette #Le Paon AU

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gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights · 5 years ago

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Summary: Marinette had replayed the video enough times. She'd know Adrien's voice saying those three words anywhere. (Set the same day as the episode Felix. Reveal Fic. Rated T for kissing, ignores Chat Blanc mostly because my heart can’t take the angst right now.)

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“I love you.”

“I lo—”

Tikki’s tiny butt sat on the video’s pause button, freezing Adrien’s lips in a perfect o.

“Marinette, you need to get ahold of yourself.”

Marinette was sure her complexion matched her kwami’s as she dropped her face onto her desk. “I knoooooow.”

She was being ridiculous. More ridiculous than usual, anyway. But something about those words did more than just make her stomach flutter—it felt familiar, though it was probably just from her daydreams. If he’d told her he loved her before, there was no way she’d forget it.

Her thumb instinctively moved to replay the last five seconds again. Tikki flew into the small space between her and the phone screen, catching the digit between her arms.

“This is an intervention,” she said in her most authoritative voice. Considering it was still two octaves higher than the average humans, it shouldn’t have had much effect, but Marinette hated disappointing Tikki. She was her friend, the only one she could be completely honest with.

And Tikki was pretty good about being honest with her, too. If the kwami thought Marinette needed an intervention, she was probably right.

“Fine.” Marinette spun in her desk chair, intending to pull out some butcher paper and start drafting a pattern in the few hours before patrol tonight. It wasn’t likely that Hawkmoth would akumatize two people in one day—or four, considering it had been three for the price of one thanks to Felix’s stunt—but Chat had sounded a little desperate when he asked if they could still meet up. She hoped he hadn’t planned another impromptu date. She didn’t know if she could handle that after finding out that yet another one of her plans to confess to Adrien had fallen through, this time through no fault of her own.

Would he have said I love you back to her if it weren’t for his cousin’s interference? They’d gotten so much closer lately, but…

“I’m not good with jokes. The girl I’m in love with doesn’t like them, either.”

That she didn’t need a recording to replay. It was embedded in her memory, like a deep splinter she couldn’t dig out.

He might say he loved her, as a friend. But beyond that? She was just setting herself up for disaster.

“Marinette?” Tikki asked. “Do you need some help with the paper?”

She shook her head, almost whacking it on the desk leg as she scrambled for her supply box beneath. “No, I got it. You can grab the measuring tape, though.”

She was finally going to mock up the pattern for an airy sundress she’d spent the last week sketching out. Nothing would take her mind off of her troubling love life like the single-minded focus of a personal project.

It worked a little too well, though. Between drafting each piece, cutting the paper, pinning it to the cheap test fabric, cutting the fabric, pinning the pieces to each other—she barely managed to stop herself from starting the actual sewing when Tikki held up her phone.

On top of a group selfie of her, Adrien, Alya, and Nino, the clock showed 9:29. Patrol started at 9:30

“Ack! I’m going to be late!” She jabbed herself at least ten times getting her pins all back in the pincushion. Everything else could wait, but she didn’t want to swing in and catch one in her foot later.

“Tikki, spots on!”

By the time she swung across town to the Eiffel Tower, her bugphone read 9:35. Record time, but still late. So where was…?

“Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady…”

The familiar tune was more downcast than Marinette was used to. Sure enough, when she swung up a few crossbars to Chat Noir’s perch, she caught a flash of his forlorn expression before his usual grin took over.

“Hey there, Bugaboo,” his voice chirped as chipper as ever. Had she been imagining his earlier mood? Or maybe he’d just been worried she wouldn’t make it. Silly kitty. Regardless of whether or not she returned his feelings, she’d vowed to never stand him up again if she could help it.

“Any trouble on the way over?” He asked.

“Only with myself,” she admitted, rubbing the still-stinging pads of her fingers. She probably should’ve put some ointment on them before transforming; the suit irritated the little pricks further. “Civilian me is still as much of a mess as ever.”

She’d hoped that by dropping non-identifying clues on how much she struggled in her daily life, Chat Noir would see through the perfect illusion he had of her and come to his senses. Honestly, she should’ve known better. It hadn’t worked the first ten times she’d tried, and now it only brought a wider smile to his face.

(That wasn’t why she did it, of course. Even if it warmed her more than she wanted to admit, she only had feelings for one green-eyed blond.)

“The only mess you make is a mess of my heart, my lady,” he said with a wink that had her rolling her eyes.

“How do you even come up with those lines?” She asked with a stifled laugh—at how bad it was, not because he was actually funny. “The internet?”

“I’m paw-fended,” he gasped, claws spread in front of his mouth dramatically. “I’ll have you know that everything I say is a one-hundred-percent Chat Noir original.”

“Of course. I should’ve known. Who else could drop that kind of cheese so seriously?”

“Only because I am serious, Bugaboo,” he reminded her. As if she could forget. Bantering back and forth with him was so easy; she hoped she wasn’t accidentally leading him on. He deserved better than that.

He smiled as he bumped his shoulder against hers. His voice bared his sincerity as he said, “Hate on my puns all you want. It won’t change the fact that I love you.”

I love you.

Electricity shot up Marinette’s spine. No. No, it couldn’t be—

I love you.

She’d replayed those words at least a hundred times (two hundred and fifty-three, but who was counting?) in the past day. She’d memorized his exact inflection, the way he spoke from his heart, even if it was about all their friends and not her alone. She would recognize his voice saying those three words anywhere.

Anywhere. Including coming from her ridiculous, pun-loving partner.

“Ladybug?” Chat scooted away from her, his fingertips digging into the backs of his hands. “I’m sorry, I—I know you don’t feel the same way, you don’t have to—”

“Adrien?”

He nearly toppled off of the tower. Marinette caught him by the shoulder, holding him in place before he could lose his balance again, or run away, or—she didn’t know what he’d do. She really should’ve thought this through. They were supposed to keep their identities secret! It wasn’t his fault, of course; she imagined if he’d called her Marinette while she was in the suit she would’ve had a much worse heart attack—

“Who—who’s Adrien?” Chat forced a grin.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting out of this that easy.” She fell deeper into Ladybug mode, still not letting her brain process that—that holy crap this was ADRIEN, Adrien who had just confessed his love to her—to her—!

“Ladybug, please, please don’t freak out, I’m sorry.” It was his turn to grip her shoulders as she tried to breathe. His acidic green eyes were blown wide, the miraculous transformation hiding his normal soft chartreuse irises. Still, how could she not have noticed? It was him it was him it was him and she couldn’t unhear it, couldn’t separate his apologetic voice now from their time at the wax museum when she had almost kissed him and no, now that was even doubly embarrassing because it was CHAT, she’d almost kissed CHAT NOIR—

“I’m not freaking out! Why would you think I’m freaking out?”

Her eye twitched. Her heart just about escaped her ribcage at the soft look of concern her partner was giving her. Oh, this was bad. This was very, very bad.

“I know you didn’t want to find out, and I… how did you find out?” He asked hesitantly. His hand left her shoulder to rub the back of his neck, and she barely restrained herself from tugging it back. Or better yet, climbing into his lap and hoping he’d enfold her in his arms.

Bad. Very, very bad.

“I… well, you see—haha look at the time!” She sprang up and glanced at her obviously-watchless wrist. “Looks like we’re too late to patrol tonight. Oops! Sorry Ad—Chat! I’ll have to love you—SEE you later! Bug out!”

“Ladybug!” He scrambled to his feet, reaching for her arm before she could grab her yo-yo. He was Chat and he was Adrien and he was touching her and even through both their suits she felt herself burning. No, no, she could not be weird with her partner. Not after she’d turned him down over and over and—

Part of her wanted to cry. But Chat—Adrien—had already beaten her to it.

“Please, LB. Please, don’t go. if you have something against Adrien you can tell me, o-or you can not, but please just… don’t leave me.” He swallowed hard, his voice thick with the tears already pooling around the lip of his mask. “Not tonight.”

Tonight. Today. The anniversary of Adrien’s mother’s disappearance.

The anniversary of Chat’s mother’s disappearance.

“Oh,” she breathed, feeling like the worst partner—the worst friend in the whole world. She pulled him close, shoving all other traitorous feelings and desires aside, and focused on comforting him. “I’m so sorry, kitty. I’m not going anywhere, I just—panicked, that’s all.”

He laughed hollowly. The sound curdled in her stomach, a sick parody of the cheery sound that usually rang from him. But he had every right to sound that way, after what he’d been through. His mom was gone and she knew his home life was a wreck and he had so many of his father’s expectations dragging on him, and moonlighting as a superhero on top of that—

How had he ended up being the carefree one out of their duo?

“You panicked because I broke the number one rule. I gave myself away somehow.”

“No, chaton. It’s not your fault.” She rubbed soothing circles into the small of his back, trying to ignore how she could feel the toned muscles through the leather. (His suit was much worse for her sanity knowing it was Adrien in it.) “It’s my fault. One hundred percent definitely my fault.”

He pulled back enough to stare at her, his head tilted sideways like he really was just an overgrown curious kitty, and her transformation from Ladybug into a puddle-bug seemed all too likely.

“I still don’t know how you did it. Is this one of those ‘lucky charm’ connections only your brilliant mind can make?”

Marinette giggled into his shoulder, because maintaining eye contact was beyond her physical limit right now. “Chat, the only brilliant thing about me is how brilliantly stupid I’ve been.”

“I’m still not following, my lady.” His voice was still a little rough, but no longer dripping with desperation.

She kept up the soothing pattern on his back, just in case.

“I… er…” There was no good way to say, oh, I recognized your voice because I’ve been listening to you tell me you love me all afternoon, only you weren’t even saying it to me and actually I’m a massive creep and you probably don’t want to be friends with me anymore, let alone be my partner and—

“Shh, shh, breathe.”

—And now he was comforting her again. It took her back to the first time they’d met—well, the first time Ladybug met Chat Noir. She’d been so useless, and he’d been so ready to assure her that she could handle it. From then on she’d somehow begun to take charge, but without that first push—without him—she’d never have gotten here.

And maybe… maybe leaning on him again wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her forehead resting against his chest. He held her tight but refrained from any other soothing motions. Of course he wouldn’t. She’d brushed off too many of his physically affectionate gestures before.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” It was a testament to how serious he was that he didn’t slip in a paw-pun there. Honestly, she wished he had; she could’ve used the laugh right now. “I trust you. I always wanted you to be the first to know my identity, anyway.”

“Chat, I have everything to apologize for.”

She could hardly explain why without giving away her own identity, but she knew it was only a matter of time. She’d rather have this conversation now than after she’d made a fool of herself—scratch that, she was already making a fool of herself, but it could be worse. She could accidentally call him Chat in class. She could boop his nose like she sometimes did as Ladybug. Or someone could catch her doodling their wedding outfits in her notebook. She was really going to have to stop that, or Alya would wonder why she’d suddenly decided she wanted a “ladynoir” themed ensemble.

Great. Five minutes into finding out Chat was Adrien, and she was still daydreaming about marrying him! Get a grip, Marinette! She hadn’t been this bad around Adrien in months, but connecting him with Chat had short-circuited her brain.

“I’m not… I’m not like this, as myself.” She pulled back and gestured down to all of her. “And I don’t know that you’d still like me if you knew. You never seemed to before.”

“Are you saying I know you? Civilian you?”

He didn’t sound surprised. Had she given herself away, too? Her spastic reaction earlier did scream “Marinette.” It wasn’t how she’d dreamed of revealing herself to her partner, but since when did her dreams regarding Adrien ever pan out?

“Yes. You do.” She hoped her voice sounded more confident than she felt. Sure, she was thrilled (and confused and mortified) that Adrien was Chat Noir, but would he feel the same about her identity?

“Can I… can I guess who you are?” Adrien-Noir asked, his voice fragile as glass. His hands shook against her back. “If you don’t want me to, I get it, really. But I… I think I know. There’s no one else you could be.”

She pulled back, her eyebrows drawn in confusion beneath her mask. “You’re that certain? I was so—nevermind. I want to hear it.” Explaining how careful she was to mislead him would only confirm his suspicions, if he was even right. For all she knew, he thought she was some stranger he knew from fencing or one of his other extracurricular activities.

One of his sly Chat-grins spread across his face. Normally that would have her worried, but it was a relief to fall back into a familiar pattern.

(Though how close he leaned in to her ear was new. And was likely to make her burst like fireworks if she so much as breathed.)

“I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Fire spread through every inch of her. She jolted in Adrien’s arms, cracking her head against his jaw and making him yelp.

“Sorry! Oh my—are you kayo—okay?” She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. Adrien said he loved her! Marinette her! And then she probably broke his jaw or something—!

“I’m fine—a-at least I think I am, if I was right? About you being Marinette?” He rubbed his jaw and smiled hopefully at her. Yep, she was definitely going to be a puddle-bug. He’d be scooping her off the side of the Eiffel Tower in a bucket.

She swallowed the giddy laugh bubbling up in her. “I bet it would be really embarrassing if you weren’t.”

He laughed and scooped her up in a hug that lifted her feet from the metal beam. “Marinette! I knew it!”

Pressed close to him, she barely resisted the urge to wrap her legs around his waist and kiss his lips. He was Adrien and Chat and him, and he was holding her and he loved her!

The laugh finally escaped, breathless and smitten, as she laced her fingers behind his neck.

“You did. Somehow. I was so careful too—you have no idea how hard it is to split yourself and use that many miraculouses at once. The illusion was perfect though.” She frowned as she thought back on their fight with Kwamibuster. “How did you find out?”

“I asked you first.” He smirked. It was a face he made all the time, it had no right to be so cute now. It was a just a curve of his lips, of Adrien’s lips—

“If I kissed you, do you think you’d forget about it?”

She slapped her hands over her mouth. Had she—had she really said that? To Adrien!?

“Actually if you could just forget I said that too—”

“Not a chance, Buginette.”

She hadn’t thought his grin could get any wider, but she’d been wrong. He held her tight, her toes barely brushing the ground. Still, she could escape if she wanted to.

(She didn’t want to.)

“Chaaaat…”

“Thanks to Oblivio, I forgot the last time you kissed me. There’s no way I’m forgetting again.”

She flushed as she remembered the picture Alya had taken of them. Of course, it made sense now—she must have somehow learned Chat’s identity while they were under Oblivio’s influence. How long had that fight taken? Did she have a shorter or longer reveal-to-kiss timeframe this time?

And then the full force of it hit her. He wanted to kiss her.

Adrien. Wanted to kiss. Her.

She lost what little coherent thought she had left as she dug her fingers into his hair and pulled him to her. Their lips collided roughly, and she felt him gasp before he melted into her.

From there, it was all a blur. Some distant part of her mind might have registered how she ended up with her legs wrapped around his hips, how he stumbled back into a crossbeam, how he held her so tightly she might’ve been crushed outside of the suit. But all of that was faded against the single-minded desire to drown him in the love and desire and everything that she’d kept bottled tight for the past year.

She had no idea how long it was before he pulled back and breathlessly said her name. “Marinette.” Those three syllables in that voice had her losing her mind. She was about to claim his lips again when he turned his head, making her miss and kiss his cheek. Well. That wasn’t so bad, either. She peppered the side of his face, up to the edge of his mask, and he laughed.

“Marinette. LB. You can’t hide behind kisses forever.”

“Watch me.”

A kiss to the shell of his ear. His nose. The sliver of his neck that wasn’t covered by his suit— she felt his legs wobble a little at that one.

“...I stand corrected.”

She giggled at the completely smitten look on his face. She’d put that there. Of course, Chat had looked at Ladybug that way before, but the fact that it was also Adrien beaming at her, knowing she was Marinette… All the puzzle pieces finally fit together, grooves sliding into place just as perfectly as she fit in his arms.

“Two can play at that game, Bugaboo.”

Oh. Oh. Sure, they’d practically been making out seconds ago, but the soft kisses he now littered across her jaw somehow felt even more intimate. Their first kiss had been desperate. These were slower, like he had all the time in the world—and they did.

He wasn’t going anywhere. He loved her.

She practically groaned in disappointment when he finally lowered her back to the ground.

Adrien just laughed. “I had no idea you were so clingy, Princess.”

“I’m not clingy,” she pouted, stepping back from him to prove it. “But if you think I am, fine. See if you get any more kisses.”

Three whole coherent sentences. Wow. After kissing Adrien, she expected to be a stuttering mess, but she was actually finding it easier to channel her Ladybug confidence. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time, she knew he was as crazy about her too.

“Hey, hey, I never said that was a bad thing.” He squeezed her tight again, a slight purr rumbling in his chest before he coughed.

“I think we all know who’s the clingy one, anyway.” She said, scratching the spot behind his ear until she coaxed another purr from him. Bad idea. She couldn’t spend all her time with her lips locked to his.

“Whatever you say, Marinette.” His tail curled around her. “So… as mind-meltingly amazing as kissing you was, I think I still remember a certain question I had.”

How she found out his identity. Right. This had to be the biggest whiplash for him—her literally turning him down last week just to turn around and practically jump him. (Not that he was complaining, obviously.)

She bit her lip. Lying to him would be impossible, even if she wanted to. She’d promised a long time ago that she would never lie to him… except for when she had to hide her identity, but that was because Master Fu would want to reclaim their miraculouses if they revealed themselves.

...Which they just had. Her gut twisted at that realization, which had been lost in her earlier excitement. But Fu couldn’t just take their miraculouses, right? He was training her to be the Guardian. Plus, after their fight with Feast, Marinette hoped he would know better.

She was Ladybug. Adrien was Chat Noir. No one else could replace them—not to Paris, and not each other.

She could deal with Fu. But dealing with Adrien knowing just how obsessed she was? That was a different terror entirely.

“Fine,” she sighed. “It’s really, really embarrassing though. You’re… probably going to think I’m a creep, honestly.”

Adrien blinked when she glanced up at him through her eyelashes, not daring to watch him directly. “I won’t judge you, I paw-mise.”

She dropped her head in her hands and stifled a giggle. At least they were back to puns. She never thought she’d be grateful for that, but it eased her nervousness.

“You know how you, uh, sent a video to our class today? To reply to the videos you never saw?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Well… err…” She was sure her face was challenging the shade of her suit, but he just blinked innocently. “I may have… singled out the part… where you said, um…”

He was still waiting patiently.

“I took the part where you said ‘I love you’ and replayed it two hundred and fifty-three times.”

She wanted to shove her fist in her mouth. She wasn’t going to lie, but she didn’t have to be that honest!

Chat stared. Blinked.

...And doubled over laughing.

Well, this was it. At least she’d gotten to kiss him once, right? Hopefully he could forget this enough for them to still work together, because she’d never forgive herself if she ruined their partnership and Hawkmoth got their miraculouses because of it—

“You—I can’t believe it.” His arms had fallen while he laughed, but now he pulled her in again, practically crushing her to his chest. “And here I thought I was the crazy one.”

“Please kill me,” she groaned.

“Never.” He said with a kiss to her temple that shot lightning across her skin. “I’m keeping you forever, Bugaboo. No takebacks.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” She paused, searched his eyes for any trace of hesitance. If anything, he looked giddier than ever. “You’re not mad? Or… weirded out?”

“Marinette, I play with action figures of us. Sometimes they kiss. I really have no room to talk.”

She gaped up at him. The image of Adrien making toy versions of themselves kiss—okay, she had to cackle too, because it was too insane to process otherwise. They really were made for each other.

“You do have to promise me one thing, though,” he said, his voice sobering.

“What?” She asked before her brain could start catastrophizing again.

“You have to let me say I love you at least two hundred fifty-four times. I can’t be beat out by a video of myself.”

He—he was serious. Right when she was thinking it was impossible to love him any more, he said things like that.

“That’s a lot of times.”

“I guess I’d better get started then, huh?”

She punched his arm lightly and ignored how much she really really wanted to let him do just that. (Maybe with a few more kisses sprinkled between.)

“Not yet, chaton. You still have to tell me how you recognized me.”

“Technically I don’t think you finished,” he pointed out, to which she rolled her eyes.

“I’d heard you say ‘I love you’ so many times, I recognized your voice. That’s all.”

“I would’ve told you I loved you as Adrien a long time ago if it would’ve made you see it.” He chuckled. “I wish I had a story like that. I didn’t know for sure, I just thought… well, Marinette and Ladybug are the two most amazing girls I know, and… I think I hoped it was you more than anything.”

The soft grin on his face threatened to send her melting again. He’d wanted her to be the girl he loved. Of course his epiphany had come over something so sweet, rather than her completely embarrassing story.

“That still doesn’t explain how you saw through me being Multimouse and Ladybug,” she said. “You really do think with your heart more than your head, don’t you?”

“One of us has to.” He winked, and she hid a lovestruck smile. She couldn’t give him the satisfaction of melting at everything he did. He was still her silly kitty, after all. “I know it looked impossible, but if anyone could pull off the impossible, it’s you.”

She could pull off the impossible, which right now included resisting the urge to kiss him senseless again.

“You’re the one who’s impossible,” she said with a flick to his bell.

“And you can pull me off anytime,” he blurted before covering his mouth. “Uh.”

“Adrien, that doesn’t even make sense,” she said for the second time in the past five minutes.

His face flushed. “I can’t be at the top of my flirting game all the time. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything, to be honest. The cheesy pick up lines are kind of a coping mechanism. Not that I’m upset, I’m not! I’m so, so happy—It’s just—it’s a lot.”

“It is a lot,” she agreed, slipping out of his embrace to sit on the cold metal of the tower. “Come on, sit with me. Paris can take care of itself for one night.”

He grinned and plopped down beside her, hesitating only a moment before enfolding her in his arms.

“Thank you. This means the world to me.” He kissed the top of her head. “Today was… well, you know. A year ago today my mom disappeared. I’m doing alright, much better than Father is, but still...” He slumped against her, his chin resting on her shoulder, their cheeks brushing. “It’s why I wanted to be with you tonight. And then everything else—well, it’s better than I could’ve imagined.”

She was afraid it had been too much for him, dealing with their identities at such a sensitive time, but he did look much more relaxed now. Despite his cousin’s earlier interference, she had managed to help him anyway. That was the most important thing.

“I’m glad I could help. I actually tried to tell you in the video Felix deleted… but I love you, Adrien. And I’ll always be here if you need me.”

He turned his face so their foreheads rested against each other, filling her vision with his bright green eyes. The hopeful glow in them could’ve put all of Paris’s lights to shame.

“You love me?”

His breath ghosted over her lips, mingled with her laugh. She’d said it. She’d finally said it.

“Of course, minou. What, did you think I kissed you because we’re just friends?”

“That happened?” He blinked in fake innocence. “I don’t know, I think Oblivio might have hit me while you weren’t looking. You might have to kiss me again.”

She rolled her eyes, but she could only do the impossible for so long. Their noses bumped as she kissed him long and soft and slow. Could she ever get used to this? Each kiss left her soaring higher than the last.

They broke apart giggling and flushed before Chat shyly asked a question.

“Did you mean it when you said you’ll always be here if I need you? I can be a very needy kitty.” His voice was all Chat Noir, but his face was the soft, open expression she was used to seeing from Adrien.

He was worried about that? But then, there were so few other people in his life who were just there, she realized. No wonder he had coveted attention from Ladybug for so long.

“Always, Adrien,” she said softly. “I know I can’t fix everything. Especially about your mom.” She cupped his face in her hands. “But being here? That’s easy. Never feel bad about needing that.”

“That’s all I want,” he breathed. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He wrapped her in his arms again, and she hugged him back just as tightly.

“Me too, kitty. Me too.”

#tali writes #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #fic tag #this is like the worst fic layout #one day i'll decide how i want to go about posting oneshots #but not today apparently

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Steady As She Goes || Bea and Kaden

TIMING: After Cabin in the Woods and before Kaden got shot LOCATION: The woods PARTIES: @beatrice-blaze and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: Kaden tries to teach Bea how to use a gun. It goes as well as all his other shooting lessons have gone.

Without her fire magic, Bea felt vulnerable. The weapons that Felix had given her helped ease some of the anxiety she had struggled with. While he was teaching her to use them, Bea was sure it couldn’t hurt to ask other people for help as well. Kaden had led her into the woods and Bea had to force down the anxiety building in her. She had once claimed these woods as a place of sanctuary and now she looked over her shoulders for monsters, human and otherwise. As she shook the tension out of her shoulders, she looked over to Kaden,“So where do we start?”

Kaden never had trouble picking through the woods to find the clearing in the woods by the outskirts. It was a near perfect spot for training, but it was becoming more and more loaded. Blanche, Mina, and now Bea. There was no way this was going to go smoothly and easily. At least this time he expected it to go poorly. He was ready to stop training and go get some food at any minute. But Bea asked him for help and as sure as he was that this would go south or derail, he was going to help her as best as he could. “Well first off, I think we start with a pistol. You know how to load it? All that? If not, that’s where we start.” Every part of him wanted to ask how she was, talk about… everything, but that’s not what she came here for. He could tap into hunter mode for her if that’s what she needed. It wouldn’t be like Blanche.

There was only so much in the world that Bea could control. For years she had clung to this false sense of control she had over people and the world. She had thought that nothing bad would happen if she was the one pulling the strings. And yet she had still died. Bea still struggled with that control, she still wanted it so badly. This was one of her ways to control things around her. She could control what she was able to do and had to hope that everything else worked out in her favor. “Felix showed me when he gave me my gun, yeah. I figured coming to you would be a good idea too.” Why not go to all the people she knew to help her when it came to protecting herself. “I haven’t gotten much practice though. Not with everything that’s been happening the last few months, Felix and I have been so busy.”

His brow raised when he heard that she already had her own gun. Kaden didn’t know a whole lot about Felix but he supposed it wasn’t too hard to imagine the man knew where to acquire a gun and had no qualms handing one to Bea. He had helped them blow up a restaurant and had easy enough access to supernatural (and likely non supernatural) drugs, made sense he was comfortable enough with firearms. “Good, guess we can skip those basics, then.” He led her over to the line up of bottles and got her set up to start. “Yeah, makes sense. Look, at least I know this can’t go as badly as when I was out here with Blanche. Right after--” The words caught in his throat. He’d almost forgotten why he crumbled the last time he had been out here teaching someone to shoot. It was almost easy to do so when part of the reason had seemingly been erased and was standing right next to him.

“Don’t make that face,” Bea laughed. “He gave me a knife too. It makes me feel safer when I’m out without him, my sisters, or you.” She couldn’t spend her whole life attached at the hip to one of them. She was far too independent for that and she refused to be a burden to her loved ones like that. Bea watched Kaden with rapt attention as he helped her set up. She had been taught some things, yes, but she wasn’t comfortable with a gun in her hand yet. She was sure that would come with time and practice. As he cut himself off, she turned to look at him,“Right after what?” Her chest tightened as she wondered if she had been the reason that things had gone poorly last time. It worsened when she thought that maybe he hadn’t been telling her things because he didn’t think she could handle them anymore.

“Sorry, I’m used to you requesting my weapons at the door and shit. This is new.” Kaden didn’t know if that meant it was worse. Hell, he was different than he was when they first met, there was no denying that. And he didn’t fucking know if that mad him better or worse yet. Guess they’d find out together. Kaden was prepared to get lost in training, just sink back into his old rhythm, no emotions, just everything he knew black and white. That was until she pressed him. He froze and clenched his jaw, trying to keep back the lump forming in his throat already. Maybe this clearing was bad luck. “You know,” he said. He didn’t want to say it aloud. But no, he had to. Because it wasn’t just her death, that wasn’t the only weight that had crushed him those few weeks and it came rushing back like a tidal wave. He let out a breath and elaborated. “Right after I had to banish my mother’s spirit. And then you died. And then Celeste died.” The words hung in the air a moment, nothing but silence around them. Not even the birds seemed to cut the quiet. “Come on. We came here to shoot things.” He refused to break down here a second time.

“I might still request that if you annoy me,” Bea replied with a smirk. She knew for a fact she wouldn’t. No, now weapons weren’t just annoyances that she wanted to avoid, they were security and a way to feel safe. She didn’t look at a blade with contempt any longer, now, as long as it was held by a trusted friend, she saw an out. She had come unprepared to that fight with the Hunter and if she had had a gun on her rather than relying on her magic solely she might have survived. She reached out to him, a hand softly placed on his arm. She hadn’t touched him so freely in months. It had felt unnatural to her then, but she had slowly started to come back into herself. “Right after you lost everyone,” She summarized after a moment. “Thank you for coming back here then.” She didn’t want to consider how much it took out of him to be here after all of that. She nodded, “Right, we’re here to shoot.” She made sure that everything was out of the way before going for her first shot. As the ring of the gun rolled through that clearing, Bea couldn’t help but think over Kaden’s words again. She had never considered owning a gun before. She had thought of them as loud, inelegant things. Now she clung to one as a lifeline. Blinking rapidly, Bea tried to ignore the burn in her eyes. She hadn’t come here to mourn over parts of herself she had lost.

“Sure. I think you just want to be the only one with a knife at dinner.” Kaden wasn’t sure the joke landed. Dinners at the Vural’s hadn’t happened since, well, since any of it. It made sense. But it was a clear line between before and after. That line that was always drawn between memories. Before and after loss. It was like the color was different in his mind every time. The memories before with Bea had been warm tinted, nothing but warmth. Things had changed. He thought he was just imagining it, simply remembering some moment until he noticed that her hand was actually on his shoulder. He felt tears pricking the corners of his eyes already. It was still strange to remember all the grief of when she was dead when she was standing there in front of him. Honestly, it made him feel a little silly, like he’d wasted time being upset when-- “It’s the best place I’ve found to shoot,” he replied simply, swallowing it all back, the lump in his throat, any threat of tears, any uncomfortable emotion. Deep inhale, slow exhale as he watched her set up. Funny, she should be the one trying to clear her head, she was the one shooting. She squared up, took a decent shot. “Not bad. You need to watch your stance, though,” he said. All he could think of was his mother, her words and how she would shut down and mask any feeling when it came time to perfect hunting skills. And she did in fact expect perfection or something close to it. Did he really want to be that? He tried to roll his shoulders back, push it away. Then he saw Bea. Properly. “You alright? We can stop at any time.”

“Can you blame me for that?” Bea asked with a grin. She hadn’t had anyone over for dinner in months and at the mention of it, she missed it. She missed making their favorite foods and forcing them to take home leftovers so they didn’t have to cook the next day. “I should have people over for dinner soon,” She said quietly, half to herself. It would be nice to have people in the house again. Maybe it would get rid of the cold feeling that had taken over the house. If she was lucky, it would start thawing out the relationships she had too. She had noticed, of course, how people interacted with her now. How they saw her as someone new and didn’t know how to be around her anymore. Kaden had gotten better as they saw each other more, but she had felt it the first time they saw each other after everything. She felt it with so many people now, even those who didn’t know. She lowered the pistol, looking at the bottles she shot at. “I never wanted to shoot a gun before,” She said softly. “Now I own one and I didn’t even think about it until now.”

“You should,” Kaden replied. It rang a little hollow. The last time he’d been in her house was when Nell told him. He hadn’t believed it. Putain. He thought he was over it. He should be over it. She was back. It was fine. So why did the thought of stepping back into the Vural house, seeing her kitchen, hit him like a ton of bricks? He sniffed and brushed off his cheek. He knew it wasn’t raining, but he was going to pretend that was the reason for the drop there. “It’d be good to, uh, you know, reset or something. Replace all the negative moments that happened when you were gone.” He knew she’d been a ghost but he had no idea how much she had really been around, how much she had really seen. This was a bad idea. This whole endeavor. Everything was too emotionally charged. He should have known better. “Hey. It’s alright.” Kaden reached out and touched her shoulder, hoping to steady them both, ground them. “Things change.”

“It’s hard to know how to start with that. Blanche hasn’t seen me in months, we used to be close you know? Lots of people have these memories of mourning me and I don’t know how to stop that. I don’t know how to fix it anymore.” Hadn’t she always been able to find a way to fix things? Bea was stuck, not knowing where to begin when it came to reintroducing herself to people she loved. There was no handbook for dealing with the trauma of being dead for weeks, of mourning yourself. There was no road map for her friends and family to know how to deal with her being back. So instead of anything being better, they were all stuck stagnant hoping that one day things will feel better on its own. They all ignore the implication that these things took work and contact, unwilling to be the first to reach out and force something that was once natural.

It took cool, measured movements for Bea to place everything down safely. She wasn’t going to sacrifice gun safety just because she was feeling a little bit bluer than she anticipated. She had thought that this would make her feel powerful, make her feel better than she had walked in with. Yet, here she was, hands shaking as she realized just how charged the air had become after a single shot. She looked toward Kaden, one of the only people who knew and still tried to make this work. “Do they usually change this much? I know I’m like a different person. I know everyone’s been thinking it. I’m a stranger to everyone now,” Her lips pressed, eyes filling up again as she blinked angrily. “I used to be warm and alive.” How one sentence, thought but rarely spoken aloud, could make Bea feel like the world was pressing down on her shoulders was a mystery. She sniffed, trying to ignore the ache of her chest. “I thought I was getting better,” She whispered, sorrow pouring over each word as she looked down at her hands. She had been smiling more, laughing more, and a single shot brushed it away. It nearly brought her to her knees.

“She hasn’t?” Kaden couldn’t imagine. The first thing he wanted to do when he heard about Bea coming back was see her. Then again, he hadn’t seen her since before she died. And wasn’t there for the hard part. Of any of it. Maybe it did make some sense that Blanche needed time. “You can’t stop it, Bea. And it won’t--” The mourning had happened and it was confusing to have to step back, forget it. It couldn’t be erased. Standing where he had collapsed so soon after she-- It couldn’t be erased from his mind nor the pain scrubbed from his heart. Her sisters had to have felt it all, stronger and deeper. Still, the mourning hadn’t hit him as hard as one word, one singular word she’d said. The same stupid word he kept saying, kept promising. “Fix.” How did she fix this? “You don’t need to fix it, Bea. Sometimes you can’t--” Kaden wasn’t sure what pain was pooling up from the depths, which stupid shit was punching him in the gut. He told Regan he’d help fix her. He told Nadia he’d help fix her. Could he lie to Bea, too?

“I don’t know. Most times I lose people and they don’t come back.” It was meant to be a joke, but the tears burned his eyes almost instantly. He blinked them away as best he could. He shook his head and met her eyes. “I don’t give a shit if you’re the exact same person, Bea, I don’t. You’re here. You’re still here and, and--” Kaden reached out to take her hand, turning it over in his. It was shaking, he could feel it, but he also held his hand to her wrist and pressed against her pulse. “You feel that? You’re alive. You’re alive.” Something he could still barely believe. He could feel more stupid tears tumbling down his cheeks and he wished he could just look at her and see his friend and not have to be reminded of all the fucking trauma that they’d all gone through. “You’re not a stranger, Bea. You’re not. You-- you were there for me every time I asked. Sometimes when I fucking didn’t. So maybe now it doesn't show up the same.” Like her magic, it was changed, there was no denying it. “But I haven’t doubted that fact once. Not once. Tell me if I’m wrong. Fucking tell me if you don’t have my back anymore. But I have yours. I’m not walking away because shit’s a little different.”

“I can’t blame her for not wanting to see me. I asked way too much of her with everything. I promised to never be one of those people who put that much pressure on her, but I ended up breaking that promise.” Bea got flashbacks every once in a while of Blanche asking her not to do something as a ghost and Bea ignoring her. She knew that Blanche was under so much stress already and she had still pulled her into the mess. So many people had disappointed Blanche and Bea had never wanted to add her name to that list, but she had. She took in a staggering breath, “I have always been able to fix my mistakes. I’ve been able to fix how people look at me, how they see me, but I don’t know how to anymore and I’ve always had to.” How many times had her mother drilled it into her head that she had to be perfect to everyone? Bea’s entire life had been built upon always fixing the mistakes that made her appear weak or flawed. Now for months she had been that to everyone around her. It was easy to forget sometimes, easy to slip into this person that didn’t care. She couldn’t decide who she was anymore, between those people. Caring what they thought had shaped her entire life, but letting go of that and being someone that could be feared instead of loved had become something of an armor. There were days where it felt like there were two Beas, both trying to control her body and she didn’t know what to do or even who she was.

According to the Council, she never should have come back. To them, she should have moved on and never brought people into her plan. She didn’t know if that would have been easier for everyone, but there was no going back. She couldn’t fix the fracture she had created in her family. Her eyes squeezed shut as he held her wrist, tears slipping from between tightly held lids. She could feel it. She could feel her heart. She could feel his fingers pressed against her skin. “I’m alive. I can feel it.” She was alive, so why didn't she feel like it. Why did she feel so strange? This had gotten better in last month, but still there were some days that Bea felt as though she could fade away if no one was looking. She leaned her head forward as sobs started to shake her. “I have your back,” She told him, her voice choked. “I have everyone’s backs. I do.” She would do anything for the people she loved. She had always been willing to do anything for them. It was perhaps the only thing she had in common with the woman she was in May.

The words hit him like another gut punch, of a different variety this time. Kaden couldn’t argue with her. But he also couldn’t say he didn’t put too much on Blanche either. Hell the last time he was here, he’d put way too much on her. All his grief had come spilling out and she was left to pick up the pieces. “Maybe so but I doubt she’d ever take it back.” Kaden would have to remember just how much of a break Blanche needed, maybe force her to take it. For now, he had his friend in front of him, desperately hoping for a way to fix things, a feeling he knew all too well. But he didn’t have a clue where to start. He tried to let the words sink in. “Had to,” that’s what she’d said. All he could remember was her obsessing over what to wear to the Silver Bullet, how concerned she was about how people saw her, even just to go visit a hunter bar. “You don’t have to be perfect, Bea. You can make mistakes and let the cards fall.”

Kaden had every intention of dropping his hand from her wrist, but it lingered. Feeling her heartbeat beneath his fingers, pulsing through her skin, it was something so simple, but god it was unreal right then. He knew before it that she was alive and back, sure, he knew, Something so simple as a pulse pulled things into perspective. Reminded him that it wasn’t a dream. “Good. That’s good. You-- you believe it, right?” He gave her hand a squeeze before letting his own fall away. “You know if you fall, I’m going to be there as best as I can. I don’t know much, but I know that. Your sisters will be there, too. It doesn’t matter if you’re perfect as long as you’re here. It’s enough, Bea. You’re enough.” Kaden was damn sure she didn’t need to hear it from him of all people, if at all, but here he was in the middle of the woods telling her anyway like some big idiot. He’d be fucking lying if he said he didn’t wish he could go back to having the Bea who had never died, had never had to go through all that, come back from the dead, have his friend back. The one who was able to pull him off the edge, force him to see the bigger picture. But he didn’t honestly believe there was nothing left of her, nothing of her that wasn’t his friend before. If he was the one to have pull her off the edge for once, so be it.

Kaden was right and Bea knew it, no matter what had happened she was sure that Blanche wouldn’t take it back. The medium was the type of person who gave far too much of herself to the people around her. Blanche was far too good for a person who struggled like she did. Bea hated that she had put anymore weight onto Blanche’s shoulders. Her mouth tightened, flattening into a line. She had always needed to be perfect. Even as a child she had woken up hours before school just to perfect the way her hair fell, by twelve she had been using makeup. There had been little room for anything less than perfect. She had obsessed over it, just to make her mother happy. And even though she had been as perfect as she could be, there was nothing that stopped the way her life had gone. She had still died and she was still kicked out of her coven, even though she had tried to seem perfect. “I don’t just let things fall, Kaden. I’m meant to be the one who doesn’t make mistakes. I should be the one fixing things for my sisters, not the other way around.” She had never been the person who needed this much help and she could barely understand that she was the person she was. “My mistakes ruined my sisters’ lives. We were excommunicated because of the ritual.”

She nodded. She did believe she was alive, but she didn’t know how long that would last. She didn’t know what next would set her off or if anyone would be there to help ground her. As much as she tried to do it herself, without someone else it was so difficult to remind herself that she wasn’t going to fade away. But even when she knew that she wasn’t going to fade away, she felt like an imposter. Trying to fill your own shoes was much harder than anyone had ever said. Being enough didn’t sit right with her, not when she wanted to be more, but her options were limited, especially with how she was now. A comparison struck her and a watery, half-hearted laugh broke out, “I’m having a fucking mid life crisis right now, aren’t I?” The humor of the thought warmed her chest slightly and slowed her tears, but didn’t rid the field of the melancholy feel. She cast her eyes to the sky, humming softly in her throat. “There are these parts of myself that are broken apart and I don’t know how to bring them back together. I don’t know where the whole me is and for now all I have are these fragments of what I am.”

“Says fucking who? Who told you you can’t make mistakes? Fuck them. They don’t--” The words excommunicated cut through his tirade like a knife, the word hanging in the air, almost ringing through the silence of the forest surrounding them. Kaden had lost his family through unfortunate circumstances. They didn’t choose to leave him, not really. He knew that hunters stuck together through thick and thin, short lived as their lives may be. He couldn’t imagine choosing to cut ties, purposely giving up on someone for their choices, choices that seemed like the sole choice available. “You didn’t ruin their lives,” was all he could mumble. “I saw them when you were gone, Bea. They didn’t-- Coming back didn’t ruin their lives.” He wasn’t sure what it did ruin fully yet, it definitely disrupted things, but ruin? It was the wrong word, he felt that deep in his core. It was the wrong word. Bea being alive couldn’t ruin anything. “I’m sorry.” She didn't deserve this, not from family. None of the sisters did. They needed support, not abandonment.

Watching his friend break down, Kaden felt picks sting at the corner of his eyes. Shit like this he always wished he could be more helpful, say the right things, solve problems. He was never sure he quite managed. “I think technically speaking it’s a post-life crisis,” he added with a half hearted smile, glad for the momentary respite from the heaviness. Kaden reached out and gripped her shoulder, hoping to steady both of them a little more. He could feel the warmth of her skin, her pulse pumping through, much faster than Regan’s did now. Funny how despite dying, she felt more alive than his own girlfriend. And here she was questioning that fact. “I don’t think I’m the one to tell you how to solve all that,” he said with a sigh. Her words sounded all too familiar. “Hunting used to make sense. It’s, I mean everything is confusing now. And I feel like who I want to be isn’t who I was. Or am. Or wanted to be before or--” He shook his head, trying to find what he was even saying anymore. “My point is I’m fucking lost, too. I think-- I think that’s okay. Pick the pieces you like. Leave the rest.” He knew it was easier said than done, but it sure sounded nice.

Silence had become an unfortunate companion of Bea’s. As a ghost it had been the only thing that kept her company and now it stretched between her and the people she loved. There wasn’t much anyone could say when Bea talked about how far her life had crumbled. As Kaden’s silence sat between them, her heart began to ache for him. He was trying so hard to make her feel better about something that only she could fix. Laying her hand on his arm, she squeezed softly, knowing that it would do little to rid the sorrow she was sure he was feeling for her. She couldn’t agree that she didn’t ruin her sisters’ lives, but she decided not to argue now. Not when the energy she had left in her was waning. “They basically called me a monster at the trial and my mom let them.” Her mouth was dry,“She used to call me her star and she let go of me so easily. She wasn’t always good to my sisters, but she had always been good to me.”

It took her a moment, but Bea let out a loud, watery laugh. “Post-life crisis. Holy Hell, I’m having a post-life crisis,” She got out between her laughter. As heavy as she felt now, at least she knew that she wasn’t the only person who wasn’t sure what to do with their lives now. The unending loneliness she had felt when she was dead, and had carried on as she finally lived again, had slowly begun to peel away. “Well, at least we have good company for this. Good to know that neither of us are sure who we are anymore,” She tried to say it lightly, but the crack in her voice betrayed how hard that was to say. Leave the rest. She wasn’t sure she could do that, she hadn’t ever been good at just leaving things be. It felt impossible to admit that things would never be the same again, but maybe one day she would be able to. She had conquered the impossible before.

“I’m so sorry, Bea.” As she gave his arm a small squeeze, Kaden wished with everything he had that he wasn’t complete shit at comforting people. All he could manage was to place his own hand on top of hers and squeeze it back. He couldn’t think of his friend as a monster, not ever. The thought that her mother could even imply it was, it was unfathomable. For every piece of his parents that he had begun to pick at in his mind, he never once doubted that they loved him. Disappointment, that he could predict form them, even disowning him. But he felt deep in his bones they’d try to bring him back into the fold before abandoning him. Given the choice. “None of you deserve that. Not after--” Not after the harrows they went through. Her mother wasn’t even there to see it, to feel the pain and the loss. Maybe it was better she didn’t. He didn’t know. He supposed it didn’t matter much now how well or how little he knew her mother, she wasn’t going to be a huge part of their lives much anymore, was she? “Just because she-- I’m not letting go that easily, got it? I don’t have--” He couldn’t say it. He didn’t want to feel the sting of the words piercing through him, saying aloud that he didn’t really have any family left. And it felt almost cruel to bring up in comparison. But still, all the dinners at Bea’s house, it felt like so long ago now but some part of Bea felt like family. He couldn’t explain it. It didn’t matter if he could put it into words, though. He could feel it. “You’re just stuck with me, alright. You made the mistake of making me give a shit. No getting rid of me now.” One more squeeze before he let his hand drop.

“You sure are,” he said, laughing with her, drinking in the short lived moment of relief from the heaviness of the rest of their exchange. He knew damn well that if a younger version of himself saw who he was now, he’d be confused and shocked. No doubt it would be worse for her. “Guess so,” he said, exhaling, hoping it would mask the small pricks of terror in his voice at the thought of changing so much. “You think I can blame this on you?” he said, nudging her with his elbow. “I mean, you had me real confused in the beginning, thinking you were a werewolf. I don’t know, maybe this whole change shit is your fault. Ever think of that?” He played but honestly? She was part of it. Not as directly as some, but having people that he cared about it-- well it was different than his life had been before. He let out another deep sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. “What do you say we try this again another day and just go to Al’s or something? Blanche swears the milkshakes help. I think she just likes tormenting me.”

When thinking of her parents, Bea was getting used to disappointment staining the edges of good memories. If she had known that her life would lead up to this, she wasn’t sure she would have tried so hard to be perfect for her mother. She watched as Kaden tried to collect his thoughts and say something to her, sympathy and guilt mixing in her stomach. His parents were gone and she was sure it was hard for him to understand what was happening to her and her sisters. She let out a soft, surprised laugh,“I’m not sorry I forced you to be my friend.” Kaden and her, in some ways, became friends at the perfect time. They needed each other, to understand the path they walked and to call out the bullshit they tried. She was lucky he decided to stick around after everything. “You know, I’ll take the blame,” She answered, her voice finally losing it’s watery edge. She had certainly been blamed for worse things. The change he was going through wasn’t a bad one, but she understood how absolutely terrifying it was to feel yourself morph into something you never imagined. “Milkshakes do help, Blanche is right. Leah and I get milkshakes all the time.” She paused for a moment, a sad smile playing over her face once again,“Thanks, Kaden, for being here.” She had lost parts of her family, but she had so many people who never gave up on her. There was power in picking her own family, she just had to get used to it.

#wickedswriting #writing #chatzy #bea #beatriceblaze #steady as she goes #gun use cw #but i don't think they shoot a single thing tbh

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eatingfireflies · 5 years ago

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I played FE3H with Japanese audio (Dimitri and Kageyama Tobio are voiced by the same person and that makes me happy, you see), so sometimes I watch LPs in English and get surprised because that’s not how I expected the characters to sound at all. Like I love Chris Hackney and I think his post-timeskip Dimitri has a rawness that isn’t quite there in Ishikawa Kaito’s performance, but his Academy Phase Dimitri sounds so posh lmao??

When I mentioned this to a friend, they asked me to rate the three lords according to how polite their speech is and I went with Edelgard > Claude > Dimitri. Which isn’t really that surprising post-timeskip, but this is true for Academy Phase also. With some exceptions.

Ofc this doesn’t take into account their speech patterns and delivery (like their tone of voice), and I’m going to talk about that more, but mostly I’m focusing on Dimitri because I think the way he talks is very interesting. And it’s not because I’m biased and love him best. Not at all.

In passing tho, I want to say Sothis is another favourite. She uses the personal pronoun ‘washi’, which is the anime shortcut for ‘old man’ and the way she talks is honestly very old person (the kind who is kinda crabby and embarrassing and yells at kids in her lawn and not the kind of old that you’d expect to suddenly drop ‘thee’ and ‘thou’), but her voice obviously matches how she looks so the contrast is very cute?

Anyway, back to the three lords:

Edelgard uses 私 (watashi) and あなた (anata) and her sentence construction is fairly polite. But she’s also very straightforward and (dare I say) bold–which fits an Emperor, but is also kind of rude otherwise.

Claude uses 俺 (ore) and あんた (anta) and he’s just as laid back as those pronouns he uses. He talks like you’re close friends, which is ofc also rude in formal settings, but we’re not Lorenz. Post-timeskip he calls Byleth 兄弟, but it makes sense for them to translate that to ‘friend’ instead. (I mean, ‘sibling’ just sounds awkward.)

Dimitri uses 俺 (ore) and お前 (omae), which means his ‘you’ is more informal than Claude’s. But in contrast to Edelgard, Dimitri is seldom straightforward to the point of rudeness. Idk how to explain it, but let’s just say Edelgard would demand (politely), while Dimitri would ask (informally).

But that’s Dimitri on average. Even before post-timeskip and his infamous 失せろ*, it’s worth noting that Dimitri’s speech patterns change depending on who he’s talking to.

*translated as ‘Go away’ in the English, but I think ‘Get lost’ captures the mood better. Most sites translate it to ‘get out of my sight!’, which is also good but is kinda wordy. I’ve seen so many Dimileth fanart focusing on this moment–失せろ made an impact on so many fans, lemme tell you lmaoo.

The first time we hear him speak is when he asks Jeralt for help, and he’s on full keigo mode:

Keigo is Not my strong suit so tbh I’ll have a harder time understanding him if he keeps this up, but notice below that he uses 私 while speaking of himself (well 私たち, since he’s with Claude and Edelgard).

He also does the whole です and ます thing, which is the formal form that we first encounter when we’re beginning to learn Japanese. He speaks like this with Alois too–and most likely other people of rank–but not those who are sworn to the Kingdom, which makes sense since he’s their prince. For example, he begins speaking in keigo to Gilbert during their C support, but once they’ve established that Gilbert is Gustave, he switches to his usual informal speech. I don’t remember him ever speaking formally to Rodrigue.

Jeralt is an older dude who’s the leader of a group of mercenaries, so Dimitri goes for politeness, but he drops this like just a few minutes later, when he’s talking to Byleth:

He addresses Byleth as お前, the same way he addresses Claude and Edelgard (who are his peers), drops です for だ

and switches from 私 to his usual 俺.

*Edited to include Ashen Wolves DLC info: Dimitri uses 君 (kimi) for Edelgard, when he asked her about her hair colour. Very interesting, and I’ll let you decide what that means).

I er, don’t have screencaps for this, but he will switch to keigo when he finds out Byleth has accepted a teaching position at the Officers Academy. (Like when you speak to the house leaders and ask about the students.) If you choose Blue Lions, the cut scene will address how they speak to each other–Annette will be all ‘Oh no! I was speaking to you earlier like you were one of the students!’ and Sylvain will go ‘It’s fine if the professor doesn’t mind, I mean, Dimitri is our prince and he’s fine with us being informal, right?’

This pretty much stands on its own in English, but with the context of the Japanese language, these people are actually talking about how they were using informal speech around Byleth their professor earlier and are they allowed to continue doing so?

If you choose another house, Dimitri will start speaking in keigo during your first exploration and then go ‘I sound too stiff?? Well then [switches to informal] I’ll speak like this.’ Implying I guess that Byleth was all ‘You don’t need to speak like that’ while he was talking.

I think it’s really interesting how this is a thing, like there’s Edelgard and her ‘you should never take things at face value’ and Claude with his schemes, but then it’s the earnest Dimitri who does this whole ‘public facade’ thing.

Byleth’s assessment that some darkness is hiding behind that sincerity is kind of dramatic, but I do think the game does a good job of reinforcing that Dimitri’s not exactly putting all his cards on the table and that there’s a different side to him … without Felix telling us directly.

失せろ

ETA: I just realised I didn’t come back around to the point I first raised: that the characters sound different in English. Dimitri’s the most extreme example of this, with just a few other characters that stood out for me. (Like Linhardt is less wordy in Japanese, but they needed to translate his attitude into words so that makes sense.)

In Dimitri’s case I think it’s because he gives off a 真面目 vibe (majime; which is earnest or serious, but means a bit more than that) that they had to translate into chivalry because there’s no direct or easy equivalent. You can see how they played this up in scenes like the Battle of Eagle and Lion where he goes ‘For honour!’, but he just says

進めっ which is like, just ‘Forward!’. It’s majime but not chivalrous, you know what I mean?

(To those who want to know, yes, ‘Kill every last one of them’ is 殺し尽くしてやろ, so that’s a pretty spot on LMAO.)

The relaxed and informal speech might clash with the chivalry too, so it got lost in translation only to come back during moments like above.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #d metas #long post #imagine saying 貴様 to your former teacher #just imagine #but then again he doesn't think byleth was worthy of the keigo until byleth became a professor sooo #lmaaoo #dimileth #i don't focus on dimileth but i did mention it #so you know the tag is there

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inadaydream99 · 5 years ago

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hello! Can I request a Stray Kids reaction when they cheat on you? (Sorry I'm in a really angsty mood)

Hey, thank you for requesting! I love writing angst! 😊 I was inspired by friends for Fleix’s reaction, I just felt like it was appropriate 😂 sorry for this taking so long, I hope you enjoy!!

Chan

Your feel as though your world has just fallen apart. How could this happen to you?

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend for a few days, both of you too busy with work, so you decided to surprise him with a visit. Only, when Woojin answered the door and suddenly looked uneasy, did you know something was wrong.

With a concerned look in his direction you walk into the dorms, freezing in your spot upon seeing Chan kissing another girl on the sofa. Your mouth instantly dries as you stare in shock at the scene in front of you. This can’t be real?

Before you are noticed you quickly turn away and run out of the building, tears clouding your vision as you rush down the street. To where? You’re not really sure. You are heading in the complete opposite direction of where you live.

Sitting on the closest bench, your head falls into your hands, sobbing loudly. Your body flinches suddenly, head flying up, when you feel someone gently place their hand on your shoulder. Chan.

“I’m so sorry.” Is all he can say, his face looking solemn and defeated. You scoff, how can he possibly look so sorry for himself? The audacity.

“Sorry you cheated or sorry you got caught.” You utter, your voice rough from crying so hard. Before Chan can answer you stand up and walk away, not once looking back. Though you can feel his eyes burn into you from behind, you know he doesn’t make any attempt to follow you.

Woojin

“Who is she!” You demand, rage in your voice as it echo’s throughout the room.

You are finally standing up for yourself against Woojin. You had caught him with a girl at the cafe where you were meeting with your friends. Watching as they acted like a couple, the longing glances across the table at one another making your blood boil. You managed to refrain from making a scene in public until Woojin leant across the table to place a kiss on the girls lips. You were furious.

Woojin just looks at you in shock, the fact that he would ever be caught not once crossing his mind until the very moment it happened. At his lack of words you storm out of the cafe, your strides fast in order to get away as fast a you can.

Although you felt tightness in your throat from holding back tears, you kept a steady face. You knew in that moment that you will never set eyes on Woojin again.

Minho

“I never loved you.” You scoff as you hear his bitter words.

“So all those times you said you did you were lying then?” You glare in Minho’s direction, your icy exterior holding any emotion from being revealed.

“I though I did, until I met someone else.” Minho flatly states, his eyes giving away his true feelings. Even though he is normally quite stubborn and harsh, he still had emotions and the glossiness of his eyes revealed all. This wasn’t easy for him, but it had to be done.

When he revealed that he had been seeing someone behind your back you began to shake, your body shooting into panic mode to try to comprehend the information.

You could handle him cheating, you had your suspicions anyway judging by his recent behaviour. But saying he never loved you? That felt like daggers through your heart.

As you nod your head at his responce, you make eye contact. If this is how he truly feels then so be it. You only ever want the best for him, as for every time you told him you loved him you really did mean it.

You utter your final words before leaving for good.

“I always will.”

Changbin

The first time Changbin cheated you forgave him, not right away, but eventually you did. After all, it was just a one night stand. Or that’s what he made you believe.

All your friends told you that he would do it again, that you’d be better off without him. But you stood by your boyfriend, too blinded by love to see that your friends were right.

“You promised.” You tremble, backing away from Changbin as he reaches out to you. His eyes are soft, full of regret. Tears threatening to spill as he pleas for you to forgive him, that he never meant to cheat again.

You shake your head no as you gulp down the overwhelming sense of sadness. Never again you repeate to yourself as you finally gain enough strength to tear your eyes away from Changbin‘s and run away.

Hyunjin

“You’re an asshole.” You shout though your tears.

Hyunjin can’t even look at you, too ashamed of his actions to see how much hurt he caused. His heart aching at just hearing your unstable voice. The person he loves most in the world breaking down in front of him and it’s all his fault.

“I’m sorry.” Hyunjin mutters, his voice breaking as he fights his own urge to cry.

“When why did you do it? Why did you cheat?” You question as you step forward, your voice quieter as your energy becomes spent. Hyunjin glances up at you, his head still hanging low.

“Because I didn’t think.” Is all he can say.

Jisung

“Is this what you wanted?” You sarcastically laugh at Jisung. He looks so unaffected, so calm.

“Of course it’s not. I never wanted to hurt you.” He reply’s seriously, looking deeply into your eyes as he reaches out to hold your hand.

You aggressively move your hand away before he can hold it, never feeling so disgusted by someone in your life.

“Don’t you dare.” Your voice cracks as your emotions begin to get the better of you. It breaks his heart to see you looking so vulnerable. Broken.

“Don’t ever come near me again, got it?” Your red puffy eyes look back at him one last time before darting to the floor. Jisung silently nods in responce, the air thick with heartache as you turn your back on him.

Felix

“How could you.” Its the only thing you can say, too shocked at his confession of sleeping with someone else to form any other coherent sentence.

Felix looks at you in worry, only thinking about your reaction. Of course he regrets cheating, he never thought that he would be that person. But mistakes are made and consequences have to be faced.

“I’m sorry. It was after our fight and you called to have some time apart. I was distraught, drinking away my feelings and she was there and it just happened.” Felix explains, his tone full of regret and pleaing for forgiveness. His chest hurting from seeing you in so much emotional pain.

“Please, say something.” Felix begs after you remain silent, your body frozen in place as you zone out from reality.

“You’re a completely different person to me now. I used to see you as someone who would never hurt me, but now every time I look at you all I can picture is you with someone else.” You speak, voice hoarse and filled with pain as you finally make eye contact with him.

Seungmin

“I don’t need you.” Seungmin shouts in a rage as you walk away. His head falling into his hands as tears stream down his cheeks.

Why was he so stupid?

After confessing to a one night stand that happened a few months ago, he knew you were over. What hurt you the most is that he didn’t respect you enough to tell you at the time. No, you had to find out months later from a friend who overheard his confession to Hyunjin.

Confronting Seungmin the next day, your fears became reality. It was true and you could feel your heart shatter into a million peaces.

Storming out, never wanting to set sight on him again, Seungmin shouts after you in anger. The irony of his statement is that you didn’t need him. And he even knew it himself.

Jeongin

“You have everyone falling at your feet, but I’m not one of them.” You spit venomously at Jeongin as he begs you not to leave him.

Did he seriously think that he could cheat on you and get away with it? You roll your eyes at the thought.

“I love you. Please. Don’t go.” Jeongin begs in distress, his hands clutching onto your arm to keep you from walking away.

“Let go.” You remain still, your voice weak as you hold back your emotions and watch Jeongin cling to you for dear life.

“You’re not the person I fell in love with.” Your final words cause Jeongin to let go of you, the room falling into silence as you huff and stand up, ready to leave for good.

#stray kids requests #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #kpop angst #kpop requests #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader

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kendrixtermina · 5 years ago

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Compare and Contrast: The ‘Rival’ Characters

In each house there’s like this one guy who doesn’t really get along with the House Leader

I swear this is the last rambly essay. Or... second to last.

Felix

Perhaps the most “typical” rival - The Blue Lions in general are designed around basic fantasy or anime archetypes with a twist here and there so its not too suprising that Felix starts off like a less chliched/ more reasonable variant of your basic anime rival.

He’s your basic ‘Arrogant Kung Fu Guy’, a loner, not very friendly, focussed on gaining strenght, used to be friends with the MC once, not a fan of “the power of friendship” but not immune to it either... though unlike most examples he’s not envious or obsessed with beating Dimitri nor actually particularly arrogant. When Leonie beats him with a trap in their support he’s like “Wow thanks, you made me aware of a potential weakness”

Like your classic anime rival he is the strongest of the Lions apart from Dimitri himself, but has a contrasting fighting style - Dimitri is big, tanky and has immense brute strenght, but is clumsy; Felix is lithe, agile and has a very skill-based fighting style. The second strongest deer or eagle would not be Lorenz and Ferdinand. It’s definitely Lysithea for the deer, and probably either Hubert or Petra for the eagles.

Also like your classic anime rival, he’s got a backstory that parallels the hero’s. He also lost a beloved relative in the tragedy of Duscur and also still feels a lot of attachment to people who are gone, but he deals with it very differently than Dimitri. Unlike most cases you can’t really say that one of them did ir ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ both have their dysfunctionalities resulting from the loss if anything Felix is more level-headed though his rejection of all attachment isn’t grounded in maturity either.

They managed to have the classic “ideals are BS, only strenght matters” line actually make sense in a non-voldemordy way for once if you consider the context where he grew up, he definitely has a point. Though he would protest the notion he actually has a moral code of his own (Dimitri clearly offends it - though mostly he’s really thrown of by/ doesn’t know what to make of the Dr. jekyll and Mr. hyde situation) he just wasn’t ever told that it “counts” as it’s not what passes for morals in Faerghus. He’s present and results oriented, rather than guiding principles or rules of thumb he likes to focus on wether it actually saves lifes. (”We’re protecting your subjects not your ego”)

Likewise it makes more sense for him to be the team contrarian when Dimitri actually does have no plan or regard for safety while he’s in Avenger Mode, but ultimately he very much wants Dimitri to succeed.

Another thing of note is that since Claude and Edelgard are revolutionaries, their rivals are the token traditionalists of their respective teams, whereas Dimitri is someone who wants to reinstate the order - He doesn’t like oppression any more than the others but he thinks the existing social institutions have their merit; As he sees it they’d work just fine if they were just carried out virtuously and as a service to the people, not selfishly abused. Hence his rival is one of the two more independent-minded Lions.

Lorenz

Of the three he’s probably the one who most dislikes their leader and who is most genuinely flawed at the start of the game.

With Ferdinand it’s not more than a passing first impression you quickly notice that while he may be naive about how he comes across he isn’t actually arrogant nor does he hate or have seditious intentions toward Edelgard, he’s actually a deeply good guy, a straightforward hero to contrast Edelgard as an anti-hero. He lived an easy live in a good environment which allowed him to develop his potential to the fullest whereas Edelgard was forced to resort to things she doesn’t like because of her harsh life and precarious situation. She just wants to live quietly in peace but had to to grand impactful actions because someone needs to fix the broken system and she happened to have power she never asked for, meanwhile Ferdinand really wants to be a politician and go down in history but is afraid that he’s not making enough of an impact. Felix is more complex, he truly IS mean and spiteful as a real character flaw (with Dedue and Dimitri he has arguably valid principle-based reason to dislike them; But with Sylvain and Ingrid he’s just being mean for meanness’ sake due to his own issues with attachment and says some genuinely awful things to them) but its the one sharp edge on an overall principled dude who actually does care for his comrades, Dimitri included, and he is not a bad person.

Lorenz meanwhile is certainly not what he seems either, he’s not just a superior twat and actually very dutiful, believes that the nobility should actually live up to their obligations and is sort of a cautious shrewd political mind, surely not half as naive as Ferdinand. At the same time he has real shortcomings, at the start of the game he’s somewhat immature and frivolous (very apparent in his pre-timeskip supports with Sylvain and Byleth), though his intentions are not per se impure (he really wants to marry and is actually picky and romantic), he just doesn’t get it in his head that those girls he’s hitting on find him annoying.

But eh, he was like 18 at the time. More damning is his callousness and lack of perspective. He doesn’t really look past his immediate surroundings and the self-interest of himself and his own, and at several times alledges that he wouldn’t have particularly minded if Claude wound up dead in a ditch. He doesn’t know him and genuinely doesn’t care about him, making cold, dissing comments all the time in early part 1.

Of course when you get more context and get further in both their support chain and the plotyou find that he actually has good reasons to distrust Claude, it’s not just snobbishness and prejudice he just really cares about the Alliance and doesn’t trust it to someone who just showed up out of nowhere under suspicious circumstances after the previous Duke had an ‘accident’ (which, ironically, was the work of Lorenz’ own father) - but that doesn’t change that he’s genuinely a little callous.

If you don’t spare Claude on the empire route Lorenz stands out as the only person who will diss him - everyone else, imperial leadership included, is either sad or gives him the worthy opponent treatment, even Hubert who’s not usually the sort to point out his enemies’ redeeming features. He will also diss him in the Kingdom route and express spite that he didn’t get to be Alliance leader.

Indeed while Ferdinand and Felix will wind up supporting Edelgard/ Dimitri if they’re not recruited, Lorenz always opposes Claude unless you’re on the GD route. Even some of the arrogance is real, see his A support with Byleth, he really thought that commoners were ultimately less consequential/influential even though, as he later admits, Byleth was right in front of him the whole time.

To some extent this might be due to his upbringing his father was very much a “Look out for Number one” sorta person who cares only for the wealth of his own territory the rest of the Alliance be damned. Compared to that starting point Lorenz is already a whole lot more considerate as he thinks that his father at least ought to consider the rest of the Alliance, and would certainly NOT stab a rival in the back or callously kill commoners as collateral damage, even at the start of the game.

I don’t wanna get too down on Lorenz tho, once you get to know him he’s adorable and sensitive (his caution comes from actually being somewhat afraid/anxious underneath) and as a friend he is very helpful generous and considerate. I love that support where he keeps offering Ignatz jobs, it’s probably his best moment. He got layers and ultimately ends up having a positive political legacy. And if you’re playing GD or CF he even gets more open-minded by the end.

He also makes for an excellent contrast to Claude - both are somewhat self-interested, opportunistic and distrustful, but Lorenz is cautious and conventional, whereas Claude is unconventional and a risk-taker. Ultimately what brings them together is appreciation for the other’s shrewdness and good intentions, they’re both natural politicians. They also both love poetry.

And Claude’s storyline is one of bringing different people together and convincing them to come to his side/ have them come around. He uses deception to accomplish it, yes, but ultimately he wants people to see his point - Even someone who is as different from him as Lorenz is. After all he wants to build a world where there’s a place for everyone. So when he finally wins over Lorenz halfway through part 2 it means a lot to him. Claude probably half doubts that it’s possible but he wants everyone to truly come around.

Whereas Edelgard would surely prefer convincing as well, but failing that she’d strongarm or eliminate someone like that. (Though it has to be said that she would do so because she cares deeply about the net result and one priviliged twat’s feelings, or even her own, are not more important that ending oppression asap IMHO Both have a point and both have their shortcomings.)

Another Detail is that while Ferdinand and Felix are each from the Second most Powerful house in their respective countries, the number two spot in the Alliance is probably held by the Gonerils; But the Alliance by nature is more flexible and there is more rising and falling in influence based on wealth merit and your ability to convince and rally the other nobles. Lorenz actually could take Claude’s job, and early on, actually wanted to, so he’s the closest to a real political rival - and Claude’s strenght is more in politics and planning than it is in punching so this is fitting.

The other two are more one-sided, as Dimitri flat out ignores any hostility coming from Felix and would really like to be friends again (also Felix wants Dimitri on the throne ‘cause he’s still vastly better than Chaos or Cornelia, he’d just like him to act reasonable and get his act together, and is ready to support him once he does) and Ferdinand, try as he might, is simply no match for Edelgard in any way as she is the single strongest individual among the younger characters, she’s evenly matched with Byleth in the Church Route reunion scene and ends up with the highest total stats out of all the playable characters.

Ferdinand

Though he’s introduced as always trying to one-up her, makes sure to tell you that he’s the one in charge when you first walk in (no doubt naively repeating something his father said), can end up being full-blown enemies with her in 3 out of 4 routes including the Church route, he doesn’t actually have any sort of personal beef with Edelgard and out of the three ‘rivals’ he probably has the least actual issues with/ dislike toward his respective house leader.

Even when they wind up as enemies he’s actually one of the characters who speaks of Edelgard in a respectful fashion after her death (in GD he mentions how she wanted the next ruler to be chosen based on merit and how she really believed it), and at one point offers Hubert to let the two of them flee right under the Church’s nose if you have them fight. (Especially notable since the Church route is probably the least sympathetic toward Edelgard)

He IS the one who gets the classic rival trait of being competitive, jealous and attention-seeking - I tend to hate these sorts of characters but that’s usually because they are petty, spiteful people who begrudge other’s happiness and are always putting others down so I expected to hate him but actually ended up loving him to no end because he isn’t like that at all. He’s deeply good and has a heart of pure gold. He never lashes out. If someone dislikes him, his reaction is usually to come up some grandiose elaborate gesture to prove his worth and make them like him (Mercedes, Bernie, Dorothea etc.)

Ferdinand was raised by an actual supervillain who clearly wanted to bring him up with an ellbow mentality but that clearly bounced off his inherent goodness like teflon. His sheltered luxurious upbringing might’ve left him a bit naive pre-timeskip in ways that make him come off a tad arrogant or annoying, but he doesn’t think he’s superior to anyone - indeed he works hard to be worthy of his inheritance and justify being in the position that he’s in. He’s somewhat aware that his father’s a crook but his response to that disillusionment is to become the real thing himself. He wants to actually be exceptional and live up to the hype. The old man surely told him that he’s got to make the princess his bitch with some thinly veiled euphemisms but he kinda didn’t catch the seditious treasonous parts of it.

He doesn’t hate Edelgard nor does he wanna doublecross her or put her down, rather, he figures that he’ll be a pretty poor Minister if he can’t hold his own against her he must have something of his own to offer and just generally strives to constantly improve himself. He also strongly believes in thinking for oneself (in that sense he’s kinda like Felix but its a more intellectual thing for him) - In the Church route that’s why he views it as his duty to oppose Edelgard even if it costs him alot. If he sticks with them instead, he eventually realizes that she and Hubert are actually all for independent thought and actually pretty open to his input once they come to trust him (which doesn’t really happen on the other routes). If recruited to the Kindom he’ll also not be afraid to criticise Dimitri. Can’t recall any scene where he criticises or defies Claude right of the bat but then again Claude doesn’t exactly go around saying what his objectives are.

He certainly sticks out among the eagles the way Felix does among the lions - not quite to the same extent cause he’s not that polished and inadvertedly annoys people a lot early on, but they’re all pragmatic, antisocial or both and also largely unconventional and quirky, whereas Ferdinand is very sociable, optimistic, has high ideals and traditional. He’s the one among the nobles who actually wants his father’s job, he’s also the one believer among the largely secular Adrestians, though he’s not exceptionally devout. Though he values collectedness, he’s an expressive romantic sop and very genuine in contrast to the more stoic and unsentimental Edelgard and Hubert (as well as Byleth if they’re on the team), i mean Dorothea’s also extroverted and friendly but she’s often wearing a mask and kinda jaded too. Caspar’s nice and honest but he basically lives to fight. Basically if the Crimson Flower cast were Section Nine, Ferdinand would be Togusa - and like the Major, Hubert and Edelgard actually appreciate him for that though this is not immediately obvious to him.

Ferdinand obviously matures some as the storyline continues but - consider that Lorenz basically gets schooled and Claude is 100% right, and Felix gets to get over himself and stop being so tsundere, he’s not all wrong but he’s not right either and in his Kingdom route endings usually winds up continuing his dad’s legacy after all, even winding up in one of those chivalric tales he used t hate in his paired endings with Dimitri. Lorenz’ position is understandable, Felix has a valid point and comes from a good place, but largely, they are wrong. Ferdinand does somewhat change what he thinks but it’s more of a hegelian synthesis. He’s a helpful ally who contributes a lot and Edelgard and Hubert kinda know this before he does because he was busy comparing himself to her. He’s not gonna beat Edelgard at Edelgard stuff but he has a lot to offer precisely because he’s Ferdinand, and because he’s different from them and actually helps them improve and refine their plans.

After all if you want to replace a flawed system you’ve got to understand why it persisted and your new system has to solve all the problems the old one solves and then some, if it is to last.

Unlike Felix Ferdinand’s very proud of his country, but this is in the context of the Eagles’ main storyline being to put right what their parents done fucked up (or, in the case of Dorothea and Petra, what created the sucky circumstances they lived in) whether they do it with Edelgards revolution or through reconciling their homeland with the church.

Of course Ferdinand isn’t blind to his homeland’s flaws and wants to fix it because he cares about it.

Leonie

Now onto the MC’s own designated rival.

She probably can be said to be have a shade of petty jealousy but since it’s centered around a shared mentor figure and largely harmless it comes off with a distinct annoying-younger-sister vibe more than a more serious rivalry. She never really gets overly upset that she can’t beat Byleth; She just kinda keeps trying undeterred; Might as well shoot for a high target.

Notably she is actually a remarkably chill person in her other supports and has a lot more characterization than just the jeralt thing, with her poor village background and frugal, pragmatic outlook being pretty interesting, she just doesn’t get along with Byleth, but since they’re the POV character and Leonie is kinda constantly aggro at them that works in her detriment. For all that I’m frequently praising how even the more gimmicky characters are seldom one-note I still think they could’ve eased up on the gimmicks now and again.

On the other hand, it shouldn’t be so strange that even Byleth can’t immediately get along with everyone xD

Much like most of Bernadetta’s supports start with her freaking out and running away, Byleth’s usually go like this: At C the various characters act largely how they act toward everyone else (the nice characters are nice, the blunt ones are blunt etc.), then at B they spill their life story and worries and Byleth is like “pat pat”, by the second half of part II the monastery dialogues also evidence some level of fondness and familiarity even with the students that aren’t in your house (which is important cause most of them are pretty sad and apologetic about having to fight Byleth later on)

But of course there’s exceptions here, you have cases like Felix and Edelgard who instantly like them because of obvious similarities, people who take distinctly longer to be won over such as Hubert and Dimitri but ultimately do click with them after a certain point, and then there’s cases like Claude and Dorothea who DO like Byleth but are still somewhat stumped by their somewhat unreadable demeanor, they’re used to dazzling ppl with their charm, not getting the expected reaction and hence their defense mechanisms are lowkey active, indignation for Dorothea and suspicion for Claude.

Leonie doesn’t fit either category she sorta tries to apologize for her latest outburst each time but then ends up going off again.

On the one hand the fact that she isn’t overawed isn’t always a negative thing, it’s like she’s part of the family, and particularly the human side of it.

After they merge with Sothis most the students are awed and excited about their new power/looks and comming divine revelation - some of the eagles are notably cooler on this as they’re not as religious, Bernie’s lowkey scared, Dorothea seems kinda worried about them/ that this will distance them from normal people, Edelgard is secretly heartbroken cause she takes it to mean that they’re destined to be enemies - they’re not the only ones tho Lysithea notably worries about side effects (she would), but then there’s Leonie who’s like “But it’s still you inside there, right? That’s what important.” Like... I think Byleth really needed to hear that.

Instead of “wow everyone mysteriously likes you, you must truly be blessed” she’s like “you accept ppl as they are just like your dad no wonder people like you. ”, she just looks at them with a different perspective.

I mean Cyril and Catherine get a bit jelly that they get so much of Rhea’s attention but then that’s tied up in their own adulation of Rhea and so ultimately the magical destiny thing.

Even the infamous B support evidences a somewhat different, less distanced dynamic - Anger is a natural stage of grief but she’s going off in Byleth’s face when they’re still half in schock, which is a not so great situation but also different from the usual dynamic where Byleth is the calm in-control leader person while their conversation partner spills their soul - they can’t be, because they’re involved. Jeralt’s death affects them both in different ways and that leads to a rather painful clash.

Contrast wise Leonie is maybe what Byleth might’ve been like if they had been born normally. She’s also kinda sassy has a pragmatic fighting style and comes from a common, nonfancy background where she had to work on her own survival by catching her own food. But she doesn’t have the magical destiny/ random religion ready to throw itself at her feet, as she often points out she doesn’t have a crest or money so she has to be shrewd to even get her hands on good equipment instead of having a mystical legendary artifact just falling into her lap.

One wonders if Byleth and Edelgard ever ended up hiding out in some odd place in order to escape from two lance wielding redheards looking to duel them XD

Outcomes

Though Ferdinand gets this dialogue where he wonders about what might’ve been and laments the “Adrestia-shaped hole in his heart” his endings are actually pretty similar regardless of what faction he ends up with. He almost always becomes a statesman or politician of some sort.

He didn’t rely on things just falling into his lap so when they stop doing that he still succeeds, besides with his optimistic go-getter attitude and determination, it’s not a surprise that he’d be fine no matter what happens. It’s a big shock to him when his land gets confiscated on non-empire routes but he always deals somehow and comes out on top through the trials and tribulations.

By contrast Felix gets tons of unique dialogue for each route (with the most, but not complete overlap between VW and SS) and his endings are vastly different depending on wether he sticks with Dimitri or not to the point that even paired endings with the same characters can be vastly different. Generally speaking if he sticks with Dimitri he suceeds his dad and becomes Dimitri’s Right Hand Man (or Left Hand Man depending on where Gilbert and Dedue end up) whereas on the other routes he becomes a wandering mercenary and kinda doesn’t seem as satisfied with the independence and strenght that he used to want so badly.

Only Bernie and Alois come significantly close to having such hugely divergent endings based on route (He becomes the leader of the Knights of Seiros - unless he turns against them then he just chills with his family. Bernie gets a lot more “confident” endings in CF, the one with Byleth is a 180 and the Hubert one is similar, also she’s out of her room a lot more and talks about traveling etc. and even there it’s not ALL endings nor quite as pervasive. )

As for Lorenz there’s three ways it can go. If not recruited he plays ball with the empire out of self-preservation and, its implied, to save his father who’s not worth half of him, and gets killed in the process should the empire lose.

If he’s on your team there’s 2 basic paths depending on whether you’re on one of the ‘revolutionary’ routes (VW and CF) or the ‘restore order’ ones (SS and AM) Either he initially follows to pursue his own interests but eventually comes around to Claude’s and/or Edelgard’s ways of thinking, or, you spare him, since he joined the empire ‘cause they looked to be winning he’ll have no qualms jning you when you appear to win, esp once you nap that pesky bridge through which the Imperial troops would’ve marched in, so he has more leeway to do what he actually wants to do, ie oppose the empire and go down in history like he always wanted. He doesn’t change as much but gets plenty of opportunity to show off his more gallant side and redeem himself for the initial turncoatery.

As far as Leonie’s endings go, it’s nice to know that there was someone to take over Jeralt’s mercenary troupe - Byleth probably always thought they would do it but now they’re off being King/Queen/Archbishop/ eating cake with Edelgard

So she needn’t have worried/ eventually was able to take on Jeralt’s legacy like she wanted precisely because she isn’t magic

Of course there’s also the outcome where she dies somewhat ironically either at Gronder (”Can’t back down because I know you I’m a proper mercenary”) or Myrrdin (particularly ironic since Jeralt didn’t trust Rhea one bit and Solon and Kronya did, not, in fact, report to Edelgard. She was ostensibly trying to get Jeralt on her side post Remire.), in either case to fulfill her dream and become like her mentor she’s pitted against that mentor’s own kid, no option where she can be truly true to her allegiance.... slightly less so in the empire route since she believes she has good cause for revenge here, und understandably so. Edelgard can’t exactly go around yelling “I mean to DOUBLECROSS you!” where the slitherers can hear so she did look guilty.

It is supposed that she died offscreen at Gronder in the church route. :( Better recruit her. And Alois, if you’re doing CF, so poor Byleth doesn’t have to hack through all their remaining quasi-relatives.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem: three houses #fe3h #ferdinand von aegir #lorenz hellman gloucester #felix hugo fraldarius #leonie pinelli

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A Recorded Life (17/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1841 Chapter Summary: Chat Noir and Ladybug watch the video Chat got to be in, and he is excited out of his mind! Following that, Marinette gives Alya a fun gift for their friendship anniversary- does she regret it? Even if she does, her fans will still freak out over the gift. Author's Note: i LOVE writing the comments on Mari's videos. they're so much fun to just fangirl and i live for it. also i went from having no pre written parts to like 5 so yall better be ready some shiz is about to start

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Alya Made Us Do It...Reading Fanfiction

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Ladybug walked the rooftops as she waited for Chat Noir to appear. She knew he would, he was so excited about the video, and she knew he wanted her to see it.

It was only a few minutes of Ladybug walking around until she heard Chat Noir land behind her. "Ladybug! She posted the video!" He called out to her.

"Why else would I be out here? I want to see it," Ladybug replied.

"Perfect," Chat Noir nodded to the bag around his shoulder. "I brought a screen a little bigger than your yo-yo," He chuckled.

The two found a secluded spot so they could sit and watch the video, and Chat Noir was buzzing with excitement. He was grateful that Marinette decided to upload the video, despite all the people that would ship them together. He, as Adrien, knew she was unsure of posting it, and he was glad he could convince her to go through with it.

He pulled his computer out of the bag and quickly pulled up the video. "Hey! I'm Marinette!" The video started, a big smile on Chat's face. Marinette had already seen this video a hundred times through editing, but it was a whole different experience hearing Chat Noir talk about everything that went on and pause the video every few seconds.

Marinette had yet to look at many of the comments, since she had only posted it a few minutes before, but she was sure it was already flooded. She saw the few before she transformed, but she was sure more were produced by the second.

She was excited that Chat Noir was so happy with the video and she knew he would be talking to her about it for the next month.

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Directly following Alya's birthday was her's and Marinette's friendship anniversary. They had a nice dinner together and watched all the movies they could get in on a school night, bringing it back to the times before life got crazy.

But now, a day after, it was the real-time for Marinette to give Alya her present. She told Alya a few weeks ago she could choose a video topic for them, and she was not going to veto it. Marinette got her a real gift as well, but this was a bonus. She regretted it immediately when she saw Alya's sinister smile.

For some reason, Adrien and Nino were also there for the video. This only worried Marinette more about what Alya picked to do.

"Hi! I'm Marinette!" She greeted the camera as her three friends sat around her. "And I have no clue what we are doing today. For our friendship anniversary, I let her choose a video, and I had to go through with it. All I know is that she has a sinister look, a bulky folder, and Nino and Adrien are here," She said as the boys waved and turned to Alya. "Would you care to explain?"

Alya rubbed her hands together and held the folder against her chest. "I've seen a lot of YouTuber's do this, and I have been dying to get you to do it, but I knew you would never agree," She set up the scene. "I love your fanbase; everyone is great. I scoured the internet for the best things for this video, and have selected five. We are reading fanfiction about us," Alya declared.

"What?" Marinette screamed as Adrien and Nino started giggling in the background.

"Trust me, boys, neither of you are safe," Alya confirmed to them. "And Nino, just because we're together doesn't mean you get it easy. There is only one Alya 'x' Nino, and it's in the background of an Adrienette story," Alya winked, then turned back to the camera. "Yes, I have read these to make sure they are suitable. And yes, I have a secret Marinette fan account."

Marinette sat in embarrassment with her head in her hands, not sure how this whole event would go. Alya opened the folder and passed around scripts. "We'll start easy," She said, and on the top of the paper, it read ALYANETTE. "The only ship in this is Marinette and me; you guys are just extra characters."

Nino sat back in his chair. "Oh, thank god."

"Just wait, Nino," Alya joked to her boyfriend. Adrien was quiet, not sure how to react to this whole situation. He was surprised Marinette was actually letting Alya go through with this.

"Let's just get this over with," Marinette said as she tried to hide her beet-red face. "Who's narrating?"

Adrien looked up. "I can," He volunteered. And with that, the story began.

Marinette felt like she was having an out of body experience reading the lines and acting out with her friends. She had ideas of what Alya could have chosen, but nothing prepared her for all that was to come. The one between her and Alya was adorable, and she wasn't too nervous, but it was when she brought out the one with ADRIENETTE written on the top. Marinette had mainly got over her crush on Adrien since they are such good friends now, but the butterflies in her stomach proved different.

Alya started narrating as the scene was being set up and she could tell they were getting nervous to read their parts. Luckily, it started out with Nino and Alya talking about getting the two together, so it gave them some time to prepare mentally. Alya was eating this up, because she would do this exact thing in the story if she could. Marinette knows her plans and can stop her before she even starts, trying to prove she doesn't like Adrien like that anymore.

Between the tomato colored faces and slight stuttering, Alya was sure this was going to cause never-ending stories about them, and she was perfectly happy with that. She did, however, let them finish the story a little earlier because it was becoming a bit much. "I'll let you guys off the hook this time, but that's become I'm about to pull out the big guns!" She pulled out her next story, with a big MARICHAT written on the top. "Of course, I will be playing the role of Chat Noir. I have figured out the Ladybug and Chat Noir fanfiction writers have come up with how they are outside of costume. And for some reason, they believe Chat Noir's name is Felix. So, I will be portraying Felix Noir," Alya winked at Marinette.

Adrien felt a sigh of relief wash over him when Alya said she would be reading for Chat Noir. Sure, she had no reason to make him read for Chat, but it was still freaking him out with the possibility. He's pretty sure he blacked out while that whole story was being read.

The team suffered through Alya's evil plans as they finished reading the stories. The second Adrienette story was more fluff, and it seemed like it was an all-around friends story, it didn't hit too much romance, which was a nice break. The last story came out of nowhere: A Nino and Marinette story. Some people really liked the idea that they've known each other the longest in the group and would write about that. There were only a few, but all of them were adorable. It was probably the most fun for the group to read.

"And...that was my last one," Alya announced and let the group breath. "For now. If the people like this though, maybe we'll do one of those Tumblr things where we look up our names and ships to see what people post! Right, Marinette?" She pleaded, making puppy-dog eyes.

Marinette sighed loudly. "If it's what the people want," She gave in. "Make sure to leave a comment if you'd like us to do something like this again in the future. And don't forget to like and subscribe for more! You can check out all our social media with the links on our faces, or all of our information in the description. Thank you guys for watching, and this was a lesson never to give Alya control over a video again!" Marinette ended, getting up to shut off the camera.

Switching back into French mode, she grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. "NEVER LET ALYA CONTROL THINGS AGAIN!"

"But it was so much fun!" Alya argued, also back in French.

"Interesting is the word," Adrien said.

Nino sat there, staring as he waited for this whole day to be over. He was scarred.

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ALYA KNOWS WHAT WE WANT AND WE WANT FANFICTION i need them on tumblr next

i literally ship all of these this was the best video i have ever watched thank you Alya you are a god

im still stuck on the fact that Alya says she has a fan account for Marinette. She's among us. you can't trust anyone!!!

I have a feeling Marinette knows Chat Noir's true identity. When Alya starts talking about the fandom's names for them, she tensed up when she talked about Felix. Is this a hint that his name is actually felix? Or confirmation that it isnt? Either way, she knows

So marinette when are you gonna tell us you and chat noir are a thing

mariNETTE DO YOU KNOW WHO CHAT NOIR IS? ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER?

i would literally do anything for her to tell us she knows who chat is and/or confirm the rumors of their relationship

You aren't even trying to hide it anymore that you and chat noir are dating, are you? First, the video with him. You always defend him to the end. Then we get some pictures of chat leaving your balcony. Now we get you reading a fanfic of you and him. give up the secret already!

Me: I love adrienette and would die for them You: *indirectly makes it clear that you and chat noir are dating* Me: I love adreinette and would die for them

To all you people saying marichat is a thing, don't you realize they only read one marichat fic but TWO adrienette fics? If anything, adrienette is more likely. that or alya is just pushing them lol

marinette please confirm or deny your relationship status. it's tearing the fandom apart with all the debates. please. also, the fandom is exploding bc people think you know who chat noir is. please confirm or deny before we all split!!!

Marinette sat back in shock as she read the sea of comments on the fanfiction video. Where was all of this coming from? What did she do to imply she knows Chat Noir under the mask, let alone make her fans think they are dating? She was freaking out, and as much as Tikki tried to calm her down, nothing was working. She needed to talk to someone, and knew Alya was stressed about school and probably sleeping. Scrolling back up past her name, she clicked the second "A" contact in her list. She just needed someone to talk to.

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries

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