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neon-junkie · 3 years ago

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in my hUmble opinion i think,, hear me out,, a sex pollen with the bad batch smut,,, amd ,,, reader is the only gal,,, thoughts? or maybe ur headcanons on how the bad batch react to being dommed

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I've started writing a fic for the Batch being sex pollen, so in the meantime, pls enjoy these headcanons on what the Batch is like when you're in charge.

Gender-neutral reader<3

Hunter

He's more than happy for you to take the lead. If anything, he encourages it.

Hunter is always in charge, seeing as he's the Sergeant and all. That mindset often follows through to the bedroom, but when you wag your finger and instruct him that you're in charge tonight, he instantly submits.

In some ways, this is Hunter's time off, a moment to breathe and relax, even if you're turning him into a whimpering mess.

He's a laid back guy who enjoys most sexual acts; guidelines and safe words are always spoken about before you two begin, and the second it begins, he instantly snaps into a submissive mindset.

Hunter feeds on praise, gentle touches, stimulation - anything giving. You can deprive and tease him every so often, but don't make a habit of it. The poor man needs somebody to care for him, not somebody to punish him.

Thanks to his heightened senses, he's incredibly sensitive, and it's going to take a while to find that perfect balance. You can always use this to your advantage though...

Hunter will lose his mind if you tie him up, sit opposite him, and get yourself off whilst declining his pleads to touch you. He can feel how fast your heart is beating in your chest, the lingering scent of your heat, even the faint taste of you dancing on his tongue. He needs you so badly, but you're in control, so it's up to you how long you drag this out for.

Orgasm denial is a 50/50 topic for him. You're allowed to deny him here and there, but don't go overboard. He needs his release; he's always pent-up, and this moments alone with you are rare. He wants to enjoy them!

Despite being submissive, Hunter still has a dominant glow to him. He'll go down on you, mouth occupied with the task at hand, but he has that look in his eyes as he locks his focus onto you. It's in his natural persona to at least have one hand on the reigns, even if it's subconscious and not intentional.

Please spoil him during after care. Give him a massage, clean him up, run your fingers through his hair as you praise him over and over. He needs it.

Wrecker

The goodest boy to ever grace this earth.

Despite his large and intimidating size, Wrecker is a switch, and he enjoys a 50/50 balance throughout his sex life.

He knows damn well how to play both parts, and always make a show of it.

Wrecker is far from bratty - he would never dream of being bratty! He wants to be your good boy, and he's going to be the most obedient, submissive, goodest boy to ever grace the galaxy.

Wrecker has few limits, but for the more extreme things, he needs a heads-up. This can be anything from casually letting him know what you'd like to do later, to making a game of it and riling him up throughout the day.

Pull him into a quiet corner, look him dead in the eyes as you place your hands on his chest, and maintain eye contact as you begin going into detail on what you want to do later.

The others know you two are discussing certain things, all thanks to Wrecker's gasps and whimpers. He attempts to keep the noise down, but you're making it so hard for him!

He's the king of praise, and needs to be gifted compliments every few minutes. Tell him over and over about how good his tongue feels, how much his cock stretches you, how perfect he's fucking you, and so forth.

Wrecker has no problem begging, he has no snooty attitude that gets in the way. If he's desperate for something, then he'll beg over and over, practically nagging your ear off!

It's impossible for Wrecker to be quiet, even if he's gagged, so most of your intense sexual acts take place in hotels. Even then, you've had noise complaints, but hotels were designed for this kinda stuff - right?

After care is one of his favourite moments, and he snaps out of his submissive stage the second the sex is over. He wants after care to be a mutual thing, even if you've really worn him out. He's going to clean you up, just as you're cleaning him up, and he won't take your protests for an answer!

Echo

Echo's always been a switch, both before and after Skako Minor.

Before, he was always extremely down to be submissive, sometimes more than he is dominant. But after Skako Minor, he almost always needs to be dominant.

He's lost a lot, both mentally and physically, and sex is one of the few times when he can truly be in control.

However, there are days when Echo is so exhausted, needy, overwhelmed, desperate, etc. Those are the days when he's more than happy to submit to you, because he needs someone to take the ropes, someone to remind him how fantastic and beautiful he is, someone to praise him over and over until he's practically in tears.

If you haven't already guessed it, Echo needs a gentle, kind, and considerate dom. He enjoys being 'whatever you need' when the roles are reversed, but when it's his time to be on his knees, he needs nothing but pure love and affection.

Edging is an act that Echo really enjoys; it's one of the few things that truly makes him feel alive, having his body feel oh-so-desperate for release. He doesn't care if he becomes a sobbing, whimpering mess - if anything, that's all the better!

But during his edging journey, you need to be reminding him often on what a good job he's doing, how he's your good boy, how strong and resilient he is, how he's perfect in every single way.

And the second you allow him to cum, he's thanking you, over and over until you silence him with a kiss. He's not just thanking you for allowing him to climax, but for everything - for being there for him, for making him feel alive, for your support, kindness, consideration. Literally everything.

After care is just as intense, and Echo is exhausted when the sex is over. He always softly protests, telling you that you don't need to clean him up, that he can do it himself, but he makes no physical effort to get away from your gentle touches.

Honestly, he loves having somebody caring for him, but the voice in the back of his head scolds him for it. Continue cleaning him up, pull him into your arms, let his head rest against your chest, and plant kisses on him as he drifts off to sleep.

That's all he needs. That's all Echo's ever needed - somebody to care for him.

Tech

Are you really surprised that Tech has a locked-away, deep and endless knowledge of sexual activities? He has minor experience with sex in general, but he's dived deep into the adult side of the holonet, both out of curiosity, and arousal.

So, when you inform Tech that you want to take the lead, he begins questioning everything that you have planned for him.

Tech needs an in-depth discussion before you two begin. He wants to know your limits, favourites, pros and cons. He wants to ensure that boundaries are set, and safe words are agreed on. Even if you're not doing anything too extreme, Tech wants to ensure that both of you are safe.

Don't be surprised if Tech pulls out a list of sexual activities that he'd like to try, marked from highest to lowest priority. His living space may be a mess, but his holopad is laid out flawlessly.

It takes a couple of sessions to 'break him in.' He often snaps out of character, wanting to ask questions, suggest future ideas, and so forth. He can't help it, his mind is always in overdrive!

At first, you need to follow his lead and reassure him when needed. But when he's still blabbering on after a few sessions, that's when you pull the ball gag out and inform him that he needs to keep his mouth under control, or else he won't be allowed to cum later.

Tech's submissive mindset finally sets in, and oh boy, he is the whiniest, loudest, most sensitive man you'll ever meet. The slightest touch has his mind spinning, and if you think that's bad, just you wait until you begin denying and edging him.

Tech will try almost anything once, and he'll know almost instantly if he's enjoying it or not. But out of everything, he adores being gagged and tied up, edged and denied over and over, all whilst you're telling him about what a good, smart boy he is.

Seriously, rile him up by going into depth about how much you adore his exceptional mind. He'll lose it. That's his weakness!

After care is a mutual activity. You'll be telling him about how good he was, and he'll be thanking you for treating him so well. Tech almost always ends up falling asleep in your arms after, and he'll fall asleep even quicker if you play with his hair.

Crosshair

Oh boy.

You're going to need to be extremely patient, firm, and dominant when it comes to having Crosshair submit to you. He's the brattiest brat you'll ever meet, but it's worth the time and effort when you finally 'break him in.'

He needs to be close to you in order to truly submit, really close. Crosshair's truly submissive side reveals that he's a whiny mess of a man, and he's not comfortable with just anybody seeing that side of him.

At first, Crosshair is full of back chat, petty comments, follows your orders wrong, or refuses to do them overall. He has made it his mission to rile you up, so you need to make it your mission to train him.

If you want him to stop being smug, then pull him over your knee, and give him a spanking. Seriously. He'll understand that you mean business after the first slap, and the more you spank him, the more his walls begin to break down.

You'll spend months getting through to him, but each session breaks his walls down ever so slightly, and you'll know when they're truly broken down.

Crosshair will never openly admit to this, or at least, not at first, but he loves being your personal fuck toy. He wants you to fuck him however you want whilst degrading him, maybe humiliating him every so often.

Mock him for how pathetic he looks as he's bound and gagged for you, desperate for his first release. It's been hours, and you're still riding him, chasing yet another orgasm, and you've lost count of how many you've already had. He's so desperate for one, just one, but you've trained him not to speak unless spoken to, so until you give him the all clear, he won't beg, he'll just take it.

There are few things that he's not okay with. Feel free to choke him, slap him about, use him however you want. However, you need to make up for everything when he is finally allowed to cum.

Crosshair is going to have tears pouring down his cheeks when he releases. Soothe him, praise him, remind him over and over about how wonderful and perfect he is, how proud you are of him, how much he means to you.

He's so exhausted that he allows you to clean him up and tuck him into bed. Seriously, you two have been going at it for hours, of course he's tired! Please pull him against your chest, run your fingers through his hair, and snuggle him tightly throughout the night.

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ghostly-march · 2 years ago

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600 flowers for hu tao

wahhh hello!! thank you so much for 600 boo taos ;A; you all have been supporting my writing for over a year now and i’m so glad that you continue to do so even when i take my writing breaks :’))) so, without further ado i present the 600 flowers for hu tao event!!

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Acacia - a hidden relationship

Alstroemeria - going to an event that the other person in interested in just to see them happy (@beidouswif3y )

Ambrosia - a successful love confession (@covenantofthedeep)

Arbutus - a realization that you are my one and only (@heademptynoideas )

Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment

Bell Flower - a consideration of everything you have done for them

Birds Of Paradise - giving a gift to the other person that they’ve always wanted

Black Dahlia - a lie

Chrysanthemums - a vow or promise

Clovenlip Toadflax - love unrequited (@genshinlover101 )

Cyclamen - the final resignation after a breakup

Daffodil - a wrong doing forgiven

Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship

Daisies - a game of ‘they love me, they love me not’

Dianthus Barbatus - trying to make a loved one smile by any means necessary (@genshingorls )

Forget-Me-Not - a heartfelt goodbye

Freesia - telling a secret of which they’ve told no one else

Fungus - loneliness that causes the search for comfort in anyone

Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends (@genshinlover101 )

Heliotrope - the determination to do anything for their loved one (@heademptynoideas )

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more (@ior1o)

Lily Of The Valley - a tear, followed by a sob

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person (@definitelynotahutaosimp )

Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not

Petunia - resentment that runs deep

Plumeria - discovering a flower field together

Purple Hyacinth - a plea for forgiveness (@rainbowsixxreader)

Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out (@genshingorls )

Purple Lilac - love at first sight

Rainflower - realizing that you/they love them/you back (@genshingorls )

Red Carnation - a moment of yearning

Red Roses - an anniversary

Single Rose - being still in love after the relationship ends (@genshinlover101 )

Spider Flower - a joke about getting eloped turning serious

Sunflower - drunken rambling about their adoration

Sweet Pea - a tender moment (@ravynous )

Tulip - an act of affection so blatant everyone notices

Violet - a daydream about the future

White Lilac - first time together (@stellumi )

Yellow Carnation - a rejected love confession (@definitelynotahutaosimp )

Yellow Rose - a happy thought that causes a smile

Zinnia - confessing how much they are missing you

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kasienda · 3 years ago

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The Five Minute Adventures of Snake Noir: Ch 7 - Five Minute Adventures of Ananta

Chapter 1: I Want It To Be You

Chapter 2: Best Friends

Chapter 3: Best Laid Plans

Chapter 4: A Thank You

Chapter 5: Unwanted Revelations

Chapter 6: Miraculous Abuse

Chapter 7: Five Minute Adventures of Ananta

Adrien’s room felt more like a prison than it ever had before, and he had always felt like the walls were closing in on him a bit, and so that afternoon he had snuck out to Nino’s the second he had managed to chase Nathalie out of his room.

Nino’s room - despite being small and cramped - never made Adrien feel claustrophobic. Adrien suspected it had something to do with the company.

“What should my snake name be?” Nino asked out of nowhere.

“You’re not going to use it!” Adrien objected. “You don’t need a name.”

“Come on, dude! Just for fun!”

Adrien sighed. “Basilisk.”

Nino tapped his lips in consideration. “It’s okay. I don’t feel much like the king of anything.”

“Python.”

“Boring.”

“Diamondback.”

Nino’s eyebrows furrowed together. “What does Diamondback have to do with anything?”

“It’s a type of snake,” Adrien explained, and then turned to Nino with a smirk. “But it’s also a type of turtle.”

Nino just shook his head. “That’s a better reason not to use it. No associations with turtles! We gotta keep my identity super secret!”

“The best way to keep it secret is to not use the snake at all!”

“What about something to do with time?” Nino asked, ignoring Adrien’s objection.

“Cronos.”

“Also boring! Dude! Why are you so bad at this?”

“I don’t see you coming up with anything.”

“Because you’re definitely the cooler of the two of us,” Nino said.

Adrien shook his head. “Nino, I named myself Black Cat. I’m not super original when it comes to names.”

Nino laughed. “Fair point.”

“And you are just as cool as me,” he insisted, though he whipped out his phone anyway and typed out a search for ‘names related to time’ and started scrolling through various sites with baby and pet names.

“What do you think of Baqi?” Adrien asked. “It means eternal.”

Nino frowned. “That’s an arabic name. Do you think me taking on an arabic name is potentially identity revealing?”

“Okay, here’s one in sanskrit. Ananta.”

Nino nodded. “A bit of a mouthful, but I like it.”

Adrien’s eyebrows rose. “A mouthful compared to Carapace?”

Nino laughed. “What’s it mean?”

“Infinite.”

“Dude! Perfect. Let’s go with Ananta. I wonder what I look like with the snake.”

Adrien groaned, seriously regretting in that moment giving Nino the Snake instead of Ladybug.

“Do you not want me to?” Nino asked seriously.

Adrien waved his hand in encouragement. “Just do it. I’d be curious too.” He was curious, too.

Nino grinned and scrambled to his feet. “Sass! Scales slither.”

Adrien found himself mirroring Nino’s excitement. These silly stupid moments with Nino were the ones that were keeping him sane at the moment.

The rest of the time he was a bit of a mess.

Keep reading on Ao3

Adrien found himself a lot more resentful of his homework than normal when it stole away most of his time to spend on his friends and on himself now that he was used to being able to finish at least half of it in the space of five minutes as far as the rest of the world was concerned.

And it didn’t help that it was suddenly so much harder to pay attention in class since he was hyper aware of Marinette sitting right behind him every single day.

Seeing her in general was really hard because he knew how she felt. He knew that if he asked her out she would likely say yes, and he had to hold himself back. Before he had given up the snake, he had been able to scratch that itch by visiting her in the evenings in a time loop.

Now? Now, he had to survive off of her garbled greetings and flustered blushes.

He lived for her blushes. The blush that had always been there since he had apologized to her in the rain the day they met. He had thought she was just shy and self-conscious. But now, it was easy to recognize that she didn’t do it around anyone else - not even Chat Noir. That blush was reserved for Adrien Agreste and Adrien Agreste alone.

It meant that she loved him.

It was a good thing that it didn’t take much to trigger. Just a simple greeting often did the trick.

“Good morning, Marinette.”

And the pink would bloom across her cheeks like flowers in spring every time.

That blush kept him from going out of his mind. It reminded him that she still loved him even if she wasn’t able to say it.

A god, he hoped that she didn’t say anything because right now, he wasn’t ever going to be able to say no.

“G-good morning, Adrien.”

He smiled. Her stutter was less reliable. She was getting better at talking to him, which he figured was a good sign, but he also loved that he could still fluster her on occasion. “How are you?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she said.

He didn’t like that answer. He knew that it wasn’t real. He turned to her as she sat down, and leaned into her space. “Marinette, how are you, really?”

She looked at him in surprise. “I’m… things were rough for awhile, but I think I’m starting to get a handle on the new order of things.”

“I’m glad.” And he meant it. Telling Alya had clearly changed things for her for the better. He was so glad she didn’t have to hold the weight of the world alone anymore.

“How are you?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I’m still figuring out my new order of things, but I like to think that things are actually trending in the right direction.” It might even be true. He wasn’t sure, to be honest. He was definitely getting better at coping with the absolute insanity his life had become if nothing else.

“Will you let me know if you need anything?” she asked.

He smiled. “Of course.”

It wasn’t everything he wanted. It wasn’t everything he knew the moment could be.

But… it was enough.

At least most of the time.

When it wasn’t, he called Nino and screamed about the injustice of it all, whines about how unfair and unreasonable his father was, cursed Shadowmoth’s existence to all nine levels of hell, ranted about how much he just wanted to be able to be done with it all so that he and Ladybug didn’t have to worry about akumas or the end of the world. They could just be teenagers.

They could just be happy.

But Shadowmoth clearly had other plans. After a lull, the akumas exploded both in frequency and awfulness. The encounters were taking longer to handle - especially without the benefit of the snake - and Adrien was having a much harder time explaining his disappearances and his father was suddenly breathing down his neck even more than usual.

“Your marks have not been up to your usual standard, Adrien.”

“I’m sorry, father.”

“Need I remind you that you promised you would continue to excel if you started at public school? If you cannot maintain the usual standards of excellence, I will not hesitate to return you to lessons with private tutors.”

Adrien hung his head. “Yes, father.”

“In the meantime, you will spend less time with your friends until your grades improve.”

Adrien sighed, and trudged back to his room. The punishment meant almost nothing because as far as his father was concerned, he only was allotted an hour a week with his friends, and usually a photoshoot got scheduled on top of his scheduled “friend time”. And of course, Adrien was actually hanging out with Nino almost every day without his father’s knowledge.

But he felt exhausted anyway. He was tired of shoots, he was tired of homework, he was tired of Akumas, and he was most definitely tired of pretending. Tired of pretending for the sake of his father’s company image, tired of pretending he wasn’t worn down to nothing from all the responsibilities of both his personas, tired of pretending Marinette was just a friend.

He flopped onto his bed only for the akuma alert to go off two minutes later. Adrien groaned. It was the second one that day and the fifth one that week.

But Adrien dragged himself to his feet anyway. At least he would get to see Marinette again.

But it wasn’t Ladybug he ran into on the scene.

It was Ananta.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Chat Noir demanded.

Ananta was hiding hunched over in an alleyway with the whole akuma scene in clear view. “Just offering a little insurance. I haven’t actually engaged in any of the battles, but they’ve seemed a little rough lately.”

“Battles?” Chat Noir repeated. “As in plural, as in more than one?”

Ananta winced. “Yeah, I’ve been doing this for the last four or five akumas because things have seemed super dicey for you. But I haven’t actually engaged with the akuma or anything.”

“How many loops?” Adrien asked harshly.

“So far, none. You’re that awesome, dude!” Ananta raved, clapping Chat Noir on the back. “You would have known if I had been through a loop because I’d have to intervene to give you the info on the last loop, right?”

Adrien relaxed. “Right.”

....

But the akuma after that, Nino did intervene.

But at least Ananta had managed to stay out of Ladybug’s sight and out of any pictures.

And after the fact, Nino had insisted he had only needed three loops to defeat that akuma.

“I don’t like it,” Adrien had insisted anyway. “Please, don’t use it anymore.”

“Dude! I’m not doing this for some adrenaline rush. I’m not like Alya who goes looking for trouble, or like you who insists on throwing yourself in front of the blasts. I’m doing this only because it’s clear that Hawkmoth has stepped up his game, and you need support.”

Adrien started to object.

“Ladybug needs support, too,” Nino added.

Which was such a low blow. Because Adrien was never going to be able to argue with that.

“Unless you want to take it back?” Nino offered.

Adrien considered it. He didn’t want Nino to get stuck in a battle loop. He didn’t want Nino to experience anything like Desperada. At least in his own case, he was already damaged and traumatized by what he had experienced.

But even the idea of taking it scared the crap out of him. Because there was no way he wouldn’t use it to visit Marinette.

He missed her with every fiber of his being. It had only been three weeks. Three weeks where he hadn’t been able to have a conversation with her without filters, three weeks since he had been able to kiss her. He hadn’t been able to kiss her for like three weeks. Three excruciating long weeks where he hadn’t been able to tell her that Adrien and Chat Noir were one in the same. Where he had been truly seen for all that he was and truly loved because of it.

And the more time that went by the less convinced he was that he’d be able to come out of that loop.

“No, you should still hang onto it,” he whispered.

“Or if you wanted, we could give it back to Ladybug,” Nino suggested. “She could hand it out to whoever Viperion is.”

Which was reasonable. Though Adrien wasn’t sure he wanted Luka to experience a bad battlefield loop either.

Then the akuma alert rang simultaneously from both their phones. Adrien covered his hands in his face.

“Gah! Does he never sleep?!”

“Come on, mec. Let’s go.”

“I’m coming! I’m coming!”

During the battle, Nino had intervened, but he hadn’t intervened with Chat Noir; he had spoken to Ladybug in the final loop. The battle had gone amazingly smoothly after that, but Ananta slipped away before the traditional fist bump and Ladybug was not pleased.

She was pissed.

“You lost the snake?!” Ladybug demanded, her blue eyes flashing in anger.

“I didn’t lose it!” he said defensively. “I know exactly where it is.”

“You gave it away? Why?”

His claws tore through his own hair as he took a deep breath. “Because… it wasn’t safe with me anymore,” he admitted softly.

Some of her anger faded, replaced with concern. “What does that mean?”

“I can’t explain without telling you things you’ve told me not to tell you.” Which was mostly true.

She fidgeted on the spot, considering. “Can you tell me who he is?” she asked.

He laughed. “Definitely not.”

“What?! Why not?”

“I gave it to my best friend, Ladybug. If you know who he is, you’ll know who I am. And that apparently might lead to the end of the world,” he bit out sarcastically.

She frowned. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he admitted.

“What can I do?” she asked.

“You can’t do anything,” he told her gently. “I’m handling it.”

“I… I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with you,” she admitted.

He laughed darkly. “Welcome to my world.”

She blushed. She actually blushed! He had made her blush as Chat Noir! Sure, it was probably more out of embarrassment than love, but he would take it!

“I guess I deserved that one,” she said.

He took her hand and squeezed it. He wished he could sweep her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but he couldn’t risk that. “I know exactly how frustrating it is to be left in the dark.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He shook his head, squeezing her hand through their gloves once again. What would it feel like to hold her hand when neither of them was transformed? He wanted to find out. He wanted it so bad.

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” he said. “I just want you to know that I understand. And I will tell you everything when it’s safe. In the meantime, can you please just trust me?”

She nodded. “Absolutely. You know that I do!”

And he did, now, didn’t he?

He smiled.

“I’m just… I’m scared that if something happens to you, the snake will be lost,” she said.

“The person I gave it to knows how to get it back to you in that case,” he said.

“And how would he get it back to me?” she asked.

“He’d give it to you or to Rena Rouge during a patrol.”

She seemed startled at his inclusion of Rena Rouge, but she nodded. “You trust him?”

“I trust him more than I trust myself. And as much as I trust you.”

“And they can handle the side effects of the snake?”

Adrien sighed again. That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? Could anyone handle the effects of the snake? “He’s done really well so far. This wasn’t the first battle where he’s been here, offering us a bit of insurance.”

She winced. “Yeah, the akumas have sucked lately.”

“Tell me about it.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry that I questioned you. I do trust you and your judgement. Your friend can keep the snake as long as you think it’s best.”

“Thank you, LB,” he said softly.

She nodded and smiled. He returned the expression and offered her a friendly salute.

Then he vaulted straight for Nino’s family home.

“How many loops?” Adrien asked without preamble.

Nino rolled his eyes. “It was nineteen this time. But it wasn’t bad at all, dude. Kinda weird and trippy, but not so bad.”

But Adrien didn’t like it. He feared the number would keep growing. How many loops was too many?

Adrien didn’t know.

…

His father had missed eight dinners in a row, and Adrien couldn’t decide if he felt relieved or disappointed.

On one hand, his father’s absence meant Adrien could ask to eat in his room, which meant he could escape the mansion that much sooner. And Nino actually wanted to spend time with Adrien.

It also meant he’d avoid his father’s censure about everything from his last photoshoot to the way he held his fork. Adrien simply did not have the energy to be on his best behavior.

But his father’s continued absence also felt like it reaffirmed Adrien’s fears - that his father didn’t care. And the longer his father’s absence the more desperate Adrien was for any sign, no matter how small, that his father had thought about him at all.

When his father’s scowling face did join him at the dining room table on evening number nine, Adrien regretted ever wishing for his father to make an appearance.

“Your grades have dropped unacceptably low,” were the first words out of his father’s mouth.

Adrien fought off his eye roll. He literally had two B’s and the rest of his classes were A’s. Admittedly one of them was borderline, but he didn’t think anyone else’s parents in his class would have found his performance subpar even if this was the lowest his own grades had ever been in his life.

“You also didn’t behave professionally at the last photoshoot. You arrived late and your hair and make-up had to be redone.”

Adrien sighed. That had been four Akumas ago. Or was it five? Honestly, Adrien was losing track.

“We didn’t get all the shots we needed. It has been rescheduled for Monday morning. You have two weeks to turn around both your attitude and your grades,” he father said without an ounce of warmth or concern, “or you will return to home schooling.”

Adrien sighed. “I’m sorry I have disappointed you father. I have been… having a hard time maintaining my motivation lately.”

Gabriel’s expression did not change at all. “Why?” he asked.

Adrien froze at the question. He didn’t know what to say because he knew there wasn’t a correct answer. And not answering at all wasn’t acceptable either. He was going to lose here no matter what.

He shouldn’t have said anything other than he would try harder.

Well, if he was screwed no matter what, might as well go with the truth.

“I think I’ve been depressed lately,” he admitted.

“You’re not qualified to make that assessment.”

“I suppose not,” Adrien conceded. But would his father offer to send him to someone who was?

Most likely not.

“What do you have to be depressed about?” Gabriel asked coldly.

And something within Adrien just snapped. Whether it was his sleep deprivation, being beyond overworked both physically and mentally, or his longing to drop all the masks, or some combination of all of it, Adrien didn’t know.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Adrien demanded. “Every second of every day of my life is planned without my input or consideration. I have no control. But I do all of it anyway. I train for national fencing competitions, get perfect scores, work I-don’t-know-how-many hours a week modeling for you. I have no space to breathe, let alone enjoy anything. I feel like a programmed robot going through a routine!”

The room fell into silence as Adrien’s tirade ended abruptly. Every muscle was locked and tense, waiting for punishment and condemnation. And despite that, Adrien couldn’t bring himself to regret it because, well, he was screwed either way at this point, so he might as well go down with a bang.

“Are you finished?” his father asked. He didn’t raise his voice, but Adrien flinched anyway.

“Yes, father,” he said meekly.

Gabriel removed his glasses and began cleaning them. “Clearly, I have expected too much of you.”

Adrien knew better than to find any relief in that conclusion.

“I will arrange with Nathalie to have your schedule adjusted. She will add additional recreational activities suitable to a boy of your age, and reduce your current obligations significantly.”

Which translated to they would remove him from school and schedule his so called free time with activities that Adrien had no interest in or with other teenagers he didn’t know.

“Father, I appreciate your concern,” he said formally. “That will not be necessary. I was having a weak moment. I will work harder,” he promised, though Adrien knew he wouldn’t be able to manage much more at the moment.

His father nodded. “I look forward to seeing notes of your improved performance this Friday.”

And now he had five days instead of two full weeks.

Adrien wanted to scream. And he did scream later that night when he had escaped to Nino’s bedroom for the tenth time that week. He ranted and complained about the unfairness of it all, and Nino just listened with rapt attention.

“Can I at least deck him, dude? Please?” Nino asked when Adrien had finally run out of steam. “Just once? He won’t even remember!”

Adrien laughed. “It won’t help anything.”

“I might feel better,” Nino disagreed. “You might, too.”

And then an akuma alert sounded from both of their phones.

They both groaned, but a second later, they had both transformed and were leaping out of Nino’s bedroom window.

The akuma was a porcupine the size of a bus. It’s spines did not look remotely friendly. That first impression solidified tenfold when the akuma started hurling the spines off its back like javelins in a jousting tournament.

But despite his initial misgivings, the fight could not have gone more smoothly.

Ananta had barreled both he and Ladybug out of the way, and helped them identify the akumatized item pretty much instantly. The whole encounter lasted about three minutes.

But when he turned to Ladybug and Ananta for their traditional fist bump, Ananta had pushed past the offered fist and tackled him in a hug. Adrien returned the embrace with a surprised grunt. A second later he felt Nino’s quaking form in his arms.

Apparently, the fight hadn’t been all that smooth afterall.

“How many loops?” Adrien asked softly.

“You don’t want to know,” Nino sobbed into his shoulder.

“Ananta,” Adrien growled.

“1,674,” Nino admitted.

Ladybug tried to reassure them both with small hands on their shoulders. Nino just pulled her into the hug, too, and didn’t let go.

“I’m really glad you’re both okay,” he cried and then he dissolved into wracking sobs again. Chat Noir and Ladybug both held him tightly.

But Ladybug couldn’t stay, as she was about to time out. She pulled away from their group hug with a concerned frown.

“Are you going to be okay with him?”

“Don’t worry,” Adrien assured her. “I’ll take him home and make sure he’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I have to run,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Adrien said again, before wrapping one of Nino’s arms over his shoulder and vaulting them both up to the nearest rooftop.

He then ducked them both into a secluded alleyway that Chat Noir had used to transform before. Nino hadn’t stopped crying the entire time.

“Nino, can you hear me?”

Nino nodded.

“You need to lose the transformation, so we can feed Sass. Can you do that?”

Nino managed to follow the instructions through hysterical sobs. Adrien followed suit and both kwami’s ate a slice of Plagg’s cheese. It was a sign of how serious everything was that neither kwami complained. Adrien transformed again.

“Okay Nino. You need to transform again, and then start a loop. Stay in that loop until you’re able to stop crying, you got it? It doesn’t matter how long it takes. I will be here with you the whole time.”

Nino was still shaking and crying, but he managed to choke out the transformation phrase and called for his second chance.

Instantly, Ananta stood before him, infinitely calmer than he had been just a second prior.

“Woah,” Adrien said. “That’s weird. How long?”

“Just a few hours,” Nino said, his voice was quiet, but it was steady. Adrien wrapped him into a hug.

“Thank you,” Nino whispered.

“As you have told me many many times, as many times as you need, whenever you need.”

“I don’t know how you have dealt with it so well,” Nino said.

“I mean, you don’t remember all the times I was as much of mess as you were just a few seconds ago.”

“I remember you freaking out about learning Ladybug’s identity,” Nino countered. “I… I didn’t understand why you didn’t want me to use it for battles. I… get it now.”

“I’m sorry,” Adrien whispered.

Nino shook his head. “The alternative would have been so much worse, dude. You would have lost this one.”

“Thank you for saving our lives then. I’m sorry for what it has cost you.”

Nino shrugged. “I think I’ll be okay. Can I keep it for a few more days? Abuse it a bit?”

Adrien nodded. “Yeah of course. Abuse it like crazy and it will put space between you and what happened.”

Nino nodded, and actually smiled. And for the first time, Adrien was positive things would be okay.

“I already have some ideas,” Nino said.

“Do I want to know?” Adrien asked.

Nino’s grin was wolffish. That was a no.

“Have fun, dude.”

…

Nino still felt shaky the next morning. It was too easy to close his eyes and see his best friend impaled through the chest, his green eyes wide in shock. But it almost worked out in his favor because it hadn’t taken any convincing for his parents to agree he should stay home from school. They thought he was coming down with something - that he had chills.

He didn’t correct them.

He just rocked himself back and forth, nursing the tea his mother had brought up to him, and waited for both of them to leave for work. The second the door had closed behind them, he had bolted out his window as Ananta.

The freerunning helped, but it wasn’t enough. He had just gotten too good at it - he could leap across rooftops almost without thinking now, and certainly without any fear. What could seem terrifying after everything he had seen the day before?

And that was how Nino found himself on top of the Eiffel Tower staring down at the ground below - the ground that according to his best friend was 324 meters below him. Adrien had said at one point long before Nino had ever known of his friend’s superhero identity that it would take just over eight seconds to fall to the ground, probably a little longer because of air resistance.

Nino had never thought anything of why Adrien had taken the time to calculate that. He had just assumed Adrien was a nerd who liked physics and had too much time on his hands. Now, he found himself wondering if Adrien had calculated that for an entirely different reason.

Nino activated the second chance and leapt off the tower backwards with an ecstatic whoop. He slid his fingers across the bracelet five seconds into his fall, and rematerialized at the top of the tower giggling.

Now, that was base jumping. He performed the trick dozens of times diving off the tower in different angles and positions.

He knew Sass did not approve. The kwami had said as much when he mentioned the idea this morning. Adrien likely wouldn’t either, but Nino would only tell him well after the fact.

But the adrenaline rush was exactly what he needed to wipe away the memories from the day before.

Next, he had broken through his homeroom’s window, and swept Alya up in his arms. He definitely noticed Marinette’s disapproving glare, and Adrien burying his face in his hands, but he didn’t have to care about this. In four and a half minutes, this would have never happened.

“Ask me to tell you that I love you,” he said.

She arched her eyebrows. “Am I going to regret this?”

“Nope! No repercussions today.”

“Tell me that you love me,” she said, her face alight in a grin.

“I love you,” he said.

“How much?”

“More than a superhero,” he said.

She smiled, and her fingers locked around his neck. Then he kissed her hard. The whole class was catcalling behind them, and Ms. Bustier was trying to restore order.

Alya was giggling against his lips. “I can’t believe you.”

“I’m just getting started,” he promised.

He went through hundreds more loops abducting Alya from parts of her day. It was different every time, and he was insanely grateful that she played along as soon as she realized it was him each time without even knowing that he was having a tough time.

Or maybe, she did know. Like, she had covered Ananta’s exploits the day before on the Ladyblog. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to read the post, but someone had no doubt had caught the tearful group hug at the end of the battle, and Alya would have had a better guess than most what that likely meant.

And so when he showed up as Ananta and revealed himself to be her boyfriend she would know that had been him.

She didn’t ask questions or demand explanations. She just laughed and kissed him over and over. She let him abduct her from their dreary classes over and over and bury his face in her curls and wrap himself in her protective embrace until his senses were overwhelmed with all things Alya.

God, he loved her so much.

The tricky part was then trying to escape from each of their teachers. Surprisingly Mendeliev had been the easiest to slip around, but Bustier had given him quite the run around.

Once the school day was over he had followed Adrien’s limo home. He had intended to spend a few loops just being stupid with Adrien, but once there… well, he had been wanting to give Gabriel a piece of his mind since Nino had befriended his son. He had only held back because Adrien wanted him to, and Gabriel was terrifying. If only one of those things had been true, Nino thinks he would have pushed it ages ago.

Ananta set the timer from the rooftop of the mansion and then broke through the front doors.

Nathalie jumped to her feet, but he ignored her and stormed straight for Gabriel’s office.

Gabriel rose to his feet more slowly than Nathalie had to face his intruder.

“Gabriel Agreste, I’m here to tell you that you are the absolute worst parent.”

The older man gestured Nathalie away from the door. She stepped back, but she did not close the door.

“You are trespassing on private property. I demand that you leave,” the stoic man said, barely raising his voice, which Nino found infuriating.

“No! Not until I’ve said my piece.”

Gabriel took a visibly annoyed breath. “You’re clearly a teenager.”

“Your point?”

“You’re hardly qualified to judge my parenting approaches.”

Nino wanted to pull his hair out.

“Except that I am because I’m the one who picks Adrien back up everytime you tear him down!”

Gabriel considered him stoically for a moment, his hands hidden behind his back.

“Mr. Lahiffe, I have already banned you from the premises. Your adopting an anonymous persona does not negate those rules.”

“Your rules are stupid and unfair! Adrien is amazing! He gets the highest grades! He has an insane work ethic, and is always kind and respectful to everyone! He does everything you ask of him! And then he does more! He’s an Olympic level fencer and is fluent in three languages!

“And somehow, you still find him wanting. You never give him the time of day. You never tell him you’re proud of him or that you love him! At best, you ignore him, and at worst you take the time to point out every tiny fault!”

“He internalizes everything you say, everything you ask for. He tears himself to pieces trying to meet your impossible expectations, he buries his struggles and doubts, and you don’t even acknowledge his effort or his love for you.”

Nino was shaking in rage at this point. Gabriel still seemed unaffected.

“Are you finished?” The man asked indifferently.

“No! I’m not! I don’t know if you know how much you’ve harmed him! How many times I’ve been legit worried that he was going to hurt himself or give up!

“Somehow, he’s been able to survive it. But not because of any of the crap you’ve taught him about being strong and exceptional. He’s just that resilient!”

“Which is a good thing because he’s also Chat Noir!”

Gabriel’s lips tightened and his eyes narrowed, and Nino wanted to run a victory lap for finally getting a reaction from the asshole.

Nino barreled forward. “He manages being a superhero in between all the hoops and circus you run him through! And if he’s been struggling more than normal lately, it’s only because Hawkmoth has been putting him through the wringer.”

“Nathalie!” He called.

Nathalie marched into the room so fast, Nino was convinced she had been waiting right outside the open door the entire time listening in.

“Didn’t we eliminate the possibility of Adrien being Chat Noir during Gorizilla?”

Nathalie typed something into her tablet and handed it to him.

“It looks like we did not get facial confirmation, sir. The person we presumed to be Adrien was wearing a helmet.”

Gabriel removed his glasses and began cleaning them. “My own son, this entire time.”

Nino felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise at Gabriel’s emotionless words that felt like a prison sentence.

Nino’s miraculous beeped.

Gabriel’s stormy grey eyes shot toward the sound, and Nino took an involuntary step back.

And then Adrien’s father did something Nino never would have predicted. He lunged forward and struck Nino in the knee, and grabbed for the snake miraculous.

Nino dropped to the ground in agony, and jerked his arm just out of reach behind his back.

“Second chance!” Nino screamed, sliding his other hand over the switch, grateful that he had so much practice in the last few days that the motion was automatic.

He was back on the roof of the Agreste Mansion. His knee cap was fine, but his heart was roaring in his ears.

That had not gone as he had been expecting. Not at all.

Gabriel had actually attacked him and tried to take his miraculous.

Nino wasn’t sure what it all meant. But he knew it couldn’t be good.

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#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #platonic adrino #nino lahiffe #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladynoir #hurt comfort #supportive friends #coping #identity reveal #time loops #the five minute adventures of snake noir #my own content #ml spoilers #ml s4 #this fic keep writing itself #write just the fun part project #happy reading

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writeraquamarinara · 4 years ago

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as with everything else in life, I’m late to making this post. I tend to make one around Jan 1st every year, but it’s now a few days after that, and all i can say for myself is that time is non-consequential during a pandemic, right? right.

anywho, this is my usual “thank you for keeping me going this year” post, but with even more fervor. 2020 would not have been nearly as tolerable without you all in it. and when i say all i really do mean all. thank you to anyone who follows me here or has read and supported my work on AO3 or has sent me a message or an ask or even just likes my posts. you can never know how many people’s hearts you’ve touched, lives you’ve made better, but i’m telling you now: you made me smile and laugh and feel love in a year that could have easily stolen all that. thank you for sticking around.

a few more specific shoutouts are under the cut to keep from flooding your dashes. i hope you’re all having a wonderful start to the new year.

much love, mari

to @anniemurphys: ria, i cannot thank you enough, for so many things. you played such a vital role in turning this year around for me. your friendship, and the friendships you’ve helped me make through book club, kept me smiling from week to week. i never wanted to leave our meetings, no matter how long they’d already gone. I could listen to your literary analyses and life advice for days on end. you’re such a kind, patient, loving person, and I’m so lucky to have you in my life. here’s to another year of freaking out over taylor swift albums and the power inherent in voluntarily turning oneself into vegetation.

to @bigdsgirl: heidi, you’re one of the sweetest, most hard-working people i know. you amaze me, and you graciously humor my latest hyper fixations—somehow always knowing, always reblogging content related to what i’m obsessing over at the moment. you give such great advice and have such a calming presence that i love being in chats and on calls with you. i cannot wait for more zoom movie nights in 2021.

to @hellodinoflower: raptor, you’ve supported me for so many years now, and whenever i feel down about my writing i’ll go back through the comments on some of my old fics and yours always make me tear up. you’re so thoughtful and kind and excited about my work that i cannot help but be the same. i hope you enjoyed the little dino reference in pride & publishing—i tried my best, i really did—and i hope you’re doing well. sending you so much love.

to @soyforramen: soy, i promise i’ll get to your head canon asks some day. i promise i haven’t forgotten them; i’m just uncreative and uninspired, but what else is new. you, however, are brilliant and kind and thoughtful, and your guidance in making both life and fic-writing decisions has been so important to me this year. wishing you so much luck with school this year, and even more happiness.

to @ithoughtyoulikedmereckless: rach, where to even begin? you’re the person i talk to when i’m feeling happy or sad or annoyed or angry or pretty much anything, really. our FaceTime convos are my favourite, no matter what time of day we have them at (somehow, the ones at 10pm are just as crazy as the ones at 3am, and i don’t really understand how or why, but i love that for us). i’ve learned so much about myself through my conversations with you, and you keep me level headed when i start doubting myself too much. you understand me on such an amazing level and i’m so lucky that you reached out to me so many years ago. i’m so lucky that we just happened to find each other on here and just so happened to move near each other this year. i still cannot believe i get to see you in person and go on walks in the woods with you. you’re such a talented photographer, writer, painter, baker, and all around artist; an incredibly kind and funny person; and i aspire to be you. i’m rambling now, but just know that i love you.

to @catthecoder: lav, my light, my love. seeing your icon and username on my dash makes me smile so hard. you just give off the best vibes and chatting with you always leaves me feeling like i’ve been basking in the sunlight for the past few hours. we need to make a resolution to sprint with each other more often this year, even if 2021 is going to be as hectic as ever, as i find so much joy in reading your snippets as we go along. you’re such a wonderful writer, and i often read your gift to me from years ago for inspiration and comfort. i hope you’re doing well and am sending so much love.

to @stirringsofconsciousness: stirrings!! i know you’ve had a super busy year, but you still made time to chat with me and i’ll be forever grateful. i often think about the advice you’ve left for me and the thoughtful responses you’ve given to my personal posts and find so much inspiration in your own words and actions. i also still cannot get over the time when you sent me a post of artful vases because you thought of me when you saw them. mortifying ordeal of being known who? anyways lol, i just wanted to thank you for being in my life and wish you a happy 2021.

to @heavy-lies-the-crown: alex, i just wanted to thank you for putting your time and energy towards answering my incessant questions this year. you’ve been an inspiration to me as a writer ever since i first found your work, but you’re also an inspiration to me as a person, and i’m always thinking about the advice you’ve given me. i hope you had a wonderful end to 2020, and that 2021 brings you even more joy than seeing your posts on my dash brings me. much love.

to @stonerbughead: maria, you brought so much happiness to my 2020. your support for my work took my breath away every time, and I swear I nearly cried when I saw your latest comments on pride and publishing. you put so much time and energy into this fandom, and into supporting the people in it, and I hope you know that it doesn’t go unnoticed. we all love you, and we’re so lucky to have you; your fics are brilliant, your podcast highlights are a joy to read, and your disdain for ras is hilarious. thank you for being you. sending lots of love.

to @sullypants: sully, it’s been years and i still marvel at how lucky i am to know you. you’ve taught me so much, from how to be more thoughtful to how to navigate therapy and self-love to how to be a kinder person in the world. you introduced me to ask polly and you send me really nice asks and you’re one of like four people who interacts with my posts on a consistent basis, which makes me feel a little less alone in the world, if that makes any sense. i’m going to stop myself from rambling on or else i might cry, but i just wanted to thank you for—here comes the cliche—changing my life (doesn’t everyone we meet change our lives, in some way or another? but you’ve changed mine considerably, and for the better). sending you so much love (in the form of both yellow and blue heart emojis)

to @justcourbeau: mel, our paths cross less frequently now than they used to, but that doesn’t mean i don’t think about you and the conversations we’ve had, or smile when i come across your posts on my dash, or when i happen to open up instagram once in a blue moon and see you’ve posted on your story. please never stop sending me sparknotes memes—especially cask of amontillado ones. your words of advice from the night i called you, distraught, a few years ago live in my brain rent free, and i will continue to carry them into 2021 with me. i hope 2021 treats you well, and that you achieve all you want and more. sending you an immense amount of love.

to @protectorofthesmoll: your string of comments on pride and publishing made me cry multiple times, i swear. i still read them back every so often, when i’m trying to muster the courage to start up on the new chapter. your support means so much to me, and it amazes me how far back it goes: I’m pretty sure I have at least two asks of yours sitting in my inbox, from back in 2018 when I had barely any followers or supporters, both of them writing prompts that I never filled. i promise i’ll get to them one day. anywho, i just wanted to thank you for your support this year, and every year before that. wishing you so much love and happiness in 2021.

to @panalegs27: 2020 was the year of figuring out that we have so much in common: a hatred of dating apps, confusion over tumblr’s obsession with the raven cycle, and an attraction to logan lerman with gray hair. thank you for chatting about all of these things, and more, with me; seeing that you’ve sent me a post always makes me smile, and our conversations make me laugh. wishing you even more love and laughter in 2021.

to @indiebughead: maria, it’s been so lovely getting to know you more over the course of this year. i love listening to your stories and living vicariously through you, lol. (i want updates on new neighbor boy, asap!) thank you for listening to my petty rants and for encouraging me to make bad decisions and be salty on main when i want to be. i couldn’t have asked for a more supportive conspirer ;) sending lots of love.

to @redundantoxymorons: iz, you’re one of the smartest, most eloquent, most supportive people i know. i know 2021 will be both stressful and exciting in many ways, and i wish you all the best. i know you’re going to thrive wherever you end up, and i’ll cheer you on as you navigate this new world, just as you’ve done for me all these years. i’m so lucky to have you as a friend, supporter, and beta, and all of our conversations bring me so much joy. pls continue to gush about taylor swift and rec books and send uquizzes with results that make me feel Known in 2021. i love you very much <3

to @cracklr: leda, i’ve missed your passive aggressive smiley faces, but your gushing insta comment more than made up for that, i promise :) sending you so much love and happiness in this new year <3

to @dottie-wan-kenobi: dottie, the posts we send each other make me so upset, but in a good way—the “if i just had to see this nasty shit then so do you” kind of way—and i love that about our relationship. who else would understand how disgustingly hilarious something is other than my wife? no one, that’s who. i often think about how you were the first friend i made in fandom, and i’ll be forever grateful for that: i couldn’t have found a better person. i love you so much, and am sending you all my love.

this list of shoutouts is really much shorter than it should be, but my brain is currently friend and i cannot seem to think properly anymore. therefore, i’m going to call it a day and reiterate my above statements that I love you all, and I hope you have a fucking amazing 2021.

#i can't find my 2019 one of these so i've decided i need to start tagging them with something so i can read them back #so for posterity:#end of the year appresh #anywho #none of this is edited or read over #so if it's embarrassingly cheesy or there are typos... welp

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averagesmw · 4 years ago

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Penny Haywood x MC- The Haywoods (3/4)

Game: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery

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The next morning, Y/N was greeted by the cheerful song of the birds, followed by the cold breeze of winter, but reduced by the warm sheets

They could feel themselves smiling at how comfortable they were, Hogwarts could be nice, but never this warm and soft when it comes to a good rest. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the previous day was quite the journey

Or the idea that this was much different from any nap at the school, but rather, a stay in a rather different place, with crowds not the same as the school, and more importantly, with Penny Haywood

However, the day had just started, and it intended to keep going

And so, Y/N got up and even grabbed some different clothes from their suitcase. It felt quite refreshing, but int only made sense that to face a brand-new day, they'd get a new set of clothes

Once that was out of the way, they opened the door, but found the other doors already open. That was rather unusual, and the fact that it was so quiet didn't help either

With their wand at the ready, the teenager carefully made their way through the hall and into the living room. They found a fresh plate of food well-preserved by the table, and Beatrice sitting on a couch by herself, reading something

"Beatrice? Where is everyone?"

Their voice made the blonde stop her activity to get up and look at them

"Good morning Y/N. Mum and dad went to fetch some ingredients for the feast and Penny...well, she left for a walk" She scratched the back of her neck while saying that last part

There was some hesitance to that sentence, but Y/N chose not to focus on that

"You mean to tell me that I slept through breakfast?"

"Pretty much, nobody wanted to disturb you since you looked so peaceful. You haven't been sleeping well lately, remember?"

Y/N felt their cheeks getting warmer due to the embarrassment. That made sense, and it was awfully considerate of them

Although they were sad because they missed eating some breakfast with the whole family and they had just missed it due to their tiredness

"Hey, don't worry, there is always dinner"

Beatrice reassured them with a smile before walking to the kitchen that was adjacent to the living room and bringing the plate Y/N saw earlier

"Here, they left this for you"

Y/N smiled and took the plate, thanking the younger sister as they sat down and started to eat. What came next, however, came as a surprise

Beatrice pulled a chair and sat with Y/N to accompany them while they ate. It's not that the curse-breaker didn't value the company or that they weren't friends with Bea, but the fact that she did this out of the kindness of her heart

"So, you did sleep well, didn't you?"

"Yes, it was the best sleep I've had in a long time"

She giggled upon hearing this as if she already knew the answer

"Yeah, that's the effect these beds have on you. The weather helps too"

Y/N nodded before drinking from the glass left for them

"Hey... Can I ask you something?

She was granted permission by them, so she kept going with her question, although not entirely sure about it

"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but...why are you here? With us?"

"Well, mum is visiting relatives in America and Penny didn't want me to stay at Hogwarts" Y/N answered truthfully but giving Beatrice a puzzled look

Well, they were not wrong, but perhaps there was more to that question

"That is true, but you could've said no. I've seen you spend entire days on your own after we dealt with the last Vault"

That's when a part of Y/N lost confidence in the conversation. They were never great with more intimate questions like that one, but if they had learned anything about the person they were talking with is that she could take on topics that are a bit more complicated

And so, they decided to continue with a sigh

"Can I trust this will stay between us?"

The blonde nodded eagerly, but she also picked up the fact that what she was about to hear was difficult to say. Needless to say, she appreciated the trust

"Absolutely"

"After we took down R and dealt with Rakepick, I was just...there, wandering aimlessly, not knowing that was next"

"Why is that?"

"I don't know... I had been focusing too much on this that I forgot what I wanted to do after it. Back then everything was somewhat simple and direct and now..."

"It doesn't make any sense?"

"Exactly"

The teenager looked at her with a hint of surprise. Perhaps she was more familiar with this feeling than what she let on

"But not everything was about the Vaults, was it? From what I've gathered you had a handful of experiences, nice ones too"

"I did. I experienced the Celestial Ball, played Quidditch for my house, and even went on a date"

Bea couldn't help but smile at the way her friend went over those events. It was like Penny had described them years ago

"However, when looking at these events, I found a pattern. A certain someone was always there"

"Who? Penny?"

"Indeed. Whether she was a supporter, a partner, or the one who sent me on that quest, to begin with, she was always there when it mattered"

"That is very sweet"

"It is, and I had this in mind when she asked me to come with you for the holidays. The opportunity to have another one of those good memories that helped balance everything"

Then, Y/N placed a hand on their cheek as they looked to the side

"If that was a good decision or not, remains to be seen, though..."

Bea caught their attention by clearing her throat

"Listen, I know I didn't make it easy for you, but we've been friends these last years and it grew on me"

She then looked at them in the eyes before continuing

"What I'm saying with this is that, between you and me, I am glad that you did come with us"

Hearing this helped clear some of Y/N's thoughts. That clarity that seemed like a delicacy these days, and one that would never go unnoticed because of that

"Thank you, Beatrice. I...I needed that"

"Don't mention it. That's what friends are for, right?"

The showed a smile of her own, something that was becoming more common with each encounter, and of course, a treasured thing as well

"...Besides, I wanted your help learning a new charm"

Both of them laughed after this. Seeing as they had finished their plate, Y/N stood up

"I guess I owe you for listening to me. Which spell do you want to learn?

...

"Yes, they slept through breakfast, I guess they were more tired than I thought"

Penny's laugh stood out from the scene, being the only person in the place. She was sitting on the ground, with a small altar next to her

The altar had flowers, a necklace, and the photo of someone who was Penny's dear friend before an unfortunate encounter with a werewolf in that same area years ago

If it weren't for Y/N's support, Haywood would have never found the courage to visit this place, let alone build an altar to honor her

But there she was, visiting it and talking as if she was chatting with her friend. Dumbledore once said, everyone grieves differently

"You know, I'm just glad they allowed me to get them out of the castle for a change. They spend almost every single day around the same area, it's not healthy"

The hill she was in provided a great view of the forest and the village as a whole. Penny chose this specific spot for her friend

"This time I was able to convince Y/N to come with me. I was afraid that they wouldn't let me because of everything that happened this last year"

"It's also quite the refresher to be able to spend some time with them somewhere that isn't Hogwarts or Hogsmeade, it's almost like...like sharing a life that isn't reduced to just classes"

Then, she gently touched the bracelet once given to her by the curse-breaker themselves, a smile slowly making its way as well

"Which is great because I don't want to stop hanging out with them upon graduating. I hope they feel the same about me..."

The blonde chuckled after this, realizing something about what she was saying, or rather, who she was sharing it with

"I bet you'd be teasing me mercilessly right now, but it would be worth it"

However, before anything else took place, a red light was shot into the sky for a couple of seconds. It came from the house they were using

Penny stood up and recognized this as the Vermillious charm. It was generally used in emergencies, but she knew that nothing as troubling could happen there

Although it did serve as a reminder of the people she had left when she chose to come here

"Anyhow, it was nice catching up, Scarlett. I hope you can continue to rest now"

Then, she pointed her wand at the resting place, and with a swift motion, she cast Herbivicus on it to help the flowers remain as alive and healthy as they were before

And so, she made her way back from the hill and into the house, they used for the time being. Penny wasn't scared when she saw the Vermillious, because she knew nothing would get past Y/N and Beatrice

But mainly, she trusted them

Said trust paid off when she reached the house and saw two figures in the backyard practicing with red sparks coming from their wands

"That's pretty good! Try one more time"

The student corrected Beatrice before encouraging another attempt. With a gentle motion of her wrist, Beatrice managed to cast a remarkable red sparks charm, especially when considering it was her second year at Hogwarts

Leaning on a tree, Penny saw Y/N training Bea, both of them smiling as they used to before tragedy attempted to take their happiness away. For the young Haywood, it was quite a sight to behold

At least until they spotted her

"Oh, you're back"

When Beatrice noticed her presence, she stopped her attempts to keep training and shifter her attention to her, and so did her tutor, who was just happy to see her for the first time since they had all unpacked

"What are you two doing?" Penny asked with a smile while approaching them

"I'm teaching Beatrice to use Vermillous, she's quite good!"

Coming from the student who beat a dragon, that meant a lot, but it also embarrassed Bea slightly

"It's just that you teach better than most teachers"

Her flustered state earned a laugh from Y/N themselves, who ruffled her hair playfully

The story of Y/N L/N and Beatrice Haywood's bond was baffling if one were to analyze it

It was at first, she admired them thanks to all the stories Penny herself told about them, then she loathed them for leaving her stuck in a portrait for nearly a year (despite being the Vaults' fault) and now...they were laughing together as siblings would

Y/N sure had their share of suffering, but that too helped them bond with people, and to Penny, the sight of them reconnecting and just being happy, was worth more than any Christmas present

"And what you Penny? Where were you?"

This question made the blonde snap out of it and focus on the present. With somewhat of a nervous smile, she answered

"Just doing a Christmas tradition of my own"

Then, an idea of her own made itself known

"Speaking of which, do you mind if I snatch Y/N for a little bit?"

Her sister nodded and Penny wasted no time, guiding the teenager back inside the house and into her room

"What's the plan?"

"You're going to help me brew some Felix Felicis! To make our stay here even better"

That did sound like something Penny would do for the holidays. They were already a wonderful time, what better than ensuring that it remained as wonderful?

They entered the small room, which was so much more organized. The sheets were yellow, with a poster of a Quidditch team in the wall and it even had a brewing station of its...wait, that looked familiar

"Is that the kit I gave you for Christmas last time?"

They pointed at the equipment by the window. This brought a proud smile to the Hufflepuff's face

"It is! I told you I'd only use for the most important potions"

A smile made its way to the curse-breaker's face. They knew this gift meant a lot to Penny, but seeing it by themselves hit different

The blonde handed them some ingredients before asking with a smile

"Are you up for the challenge?"

Y/N smirked as they took the object

"Let's do this"

Without wasting any more time, they got to brewing Felix Felicis, with Penny being the one to take control and Y/N following her command

While working on it, it was difficult not to think about all the times they had brewed something together, especially if they weren't supposed to do that like both incidents of the Polyjuice Potion

Truth is they complimented each other in such a way that no task would be impossible for them, as proven many times

However, the hardest of tasks would arise when one of them lost their path, and only the other could help them get back to it

Fortunately, none of these students would back down from a challenge, and they had never failed either. Not for the sake of the school, the students or a grand reward

But for each other

"There, now we have to stir!" Penny announced with excitement, they had gone through the instructions so fast

"Who will do it?"

The blonde gave some thought to it before taking a hold of the stirring rod herself

"What if we do it together? It was a team effort after all"

The look she gave Y/N, so inviting and innocent, was reminiscent of those times when they would surely get in trouble, but just asked for a partner in crime

Unbeknownst to everyone, when Penny and Y/N were up for it, their execution in mischief would be so grand that nobody ever caught them

And so, Y/N smiled, placing one hand on the stirring rod and the other above Penny's and began to stir along with her

As they did, Penny mover her hands so that she would be in touch with theirs as they kept their movement until the mix was perfect

They had finished their Felix Felicis, and yet, Penny's attention was on the student that was now beside her

"You know, we make a brilliant team, you and I" Y/N stated looking at the cauldron

"Yes, we do..." Penny whispered when looking at them

Then, Y/N noticed her and for a moment their eyes came across each other. Their hands snaked their way around the stirring rod and into each other, almost out of instinct

Penny noticed this and felt her face grow warmer, then she looked back at Y/N, who was just smiling at her

She decided against her better judgment to lean closer to them, their breath so warm and addictive. But as the blonde approached, Y/N didn't pull back

No, instead they--

"HELLO YOU LOT, WE'RE BACK!!"

Mr. Haywood's voice echoed through the house, scaring the lights out of both of them, Y/N almost fell just because of it

"Penny, dear! Want to help us set the fire?" Mrs. Haywood's voice called from afar

Thank God they didn't approach the room. As soon as she was able to regain her composure, Penny shook her head and got up

"Coming!"

She walked towards the exit in a hurry but stopped just at the doorstep to look back at the curse-breaker

"S-See you in a bit!"

Penny left without saying another word, leaving a mess of a teenager behind, although she was a mess herself at the moment

Regardless, she helped her dad to light a fire in the backyard without actually harming the land. They placed chairs and even got marshmallows

Beatrice and Y/N were also called to the scene to help with the food and this time, they would all eat together

Then came the storytime, Mr. Haywood would terrorize everyone with a fake story he had come up with in the spot, he was good at it, almost as good as Barnaby

But what proved most shocking was the fact that Penny chose to sit next to their guest during this show, she would even search for refuge in their arms when she got too scared, which happened about three times

It was honestly so cute to see someone be so scared of a fake story, although it also made for an amazing excuse to hold someone closer to one

The morning proved to be strange, and the Haywood family quite diverse, but there was no denying that they all had an incredible dynamic

As for Y/N, they were glad to be part of it, just for a night at least

A night to spend with a family

A night to laugh together

And of course, a night to grow closer to Penny

#hogwarts mystery #penny haywood x mc #penny haywood x jacob's sibling #beatrice haywood

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 3a

Beware the Physical Exam!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n has to deal with Maria's nephew coming for a visit right before the physical exams.

Word Count: 5k

Episode Masterlist

"Welcome ladies!"

You were outside talking to some of your clients, and they were excited that you wore a kimono for cosplay. In the middle of talking to them Kyoya appeared smoothly, trying to sell picture books of the host club. It made you wonder, how did he get those pictures?

A little later you didn't have any clients so you asked Honey and Mori if you could sit with them, and they agreed. You and the girls became quiet once Honey tried to make some tea. He was mixing too hard and almost everything had spilled out, but none of you knew what to say. You bit your lip and looked from the girls to Mori, who understood. He leaned over to Honey, saying, "You overdid it."

Honey looked at the almost empty bowl and looked very sad. "It's okay Honey-senpai! I'll drink it." One girl exclaimed.

"Yeah, if it was anything more it would be too much!" The other one chimed in.

He then beamed again. "Really?" He looked at you. "What do you think y/n-chan?"

You smiled. "I think you made enough for the ladies to not have to drink too much. It's very modest and considerate of you Honey-senpai. It shows how good your heart is."

He jumped into a hug with you. "Thanks y/n-chan!"

Once the Host Club closed for the day, you wandered around looking at the cherry blossom trees. Tamaki saw you and decided to try to work his charm again.

"Hello y/n."

"Oh, hey senpai." You gave him a small smile.

"The flower viewing reception went quite well. What do you think? Aren't the flowers today captivating?"

"Yeah, they're really pretty."

He took this as his chance. "Even so, it's rather daunting being admired than doing the admiring."

You sighed. "Wow senpai, I can really see how much you're blooming today." You said sarcastically.

"You noticed! Yes, today my beauty is in full bloom." He then flicked a heart with his fingers to you. "I bet you'll fall you me soon."

"I'll take that bet." You joked.

Tamaki smiled and was about to say something back when the twins interrupted. "So y/n, what are you gonna take for next term?"

You paid no mind to Hikaru's arm around your shoulder. "I haven't really thought about it yet."

"Why don't you take conversational French with us?" Kaoru suggested.

"Yeah, it does make sense," Hikaru added.

They then turned back to Tamaki, evily smiling as they said, "Since we're in the same class."

Tamaki sat near a tree and hugged his knees into his chest. "Say, mommy dear?"

Kyoya smiled. "What is it now, daddy?"

"It might just be my imagination, but it seems like the twins get to spend more time with my little girl."

"Tamaki, you're just now realizing that?" It was like Tamaki was struck by lightning. "If you look at these two charts, you'll see that the twins spend roughly 8 hours a day with y/n, which is a third of her day. You, on the other hand, spend a mere 3 hours with her, meaning about 12% of her day—"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT!!" Tamaki quickly grabbed your shoulders. "Listen to me y/n, daddy wants you to stop hanging around those two shady twins!"

"Who you calling shady boss?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, take a good look at yourself!" Kaoru added.

"Tamaki-senpai, please calm down. It's just a class together." You took his hands off your shoulders. "You know what? If I need any help in French then I'll most likely go to you."

"Really?!" His eyes shown, only to go to confusion. "Wait, what do you mean most likely?"

"If I need help in the moment, I'll ask the twins." He began crying again. "Senpai, calm down—"

"All daddy wants is for you live a wholesome life!"

You sighed. "Why do you call yourself that?"

"Y'know y/n," Kyoya said. "It's pretty impressive that you're taking a class to learn a fourth language."

"Thank you senpai." You smiled at him.

"What does he mean by fourth?" Kaoru asked.

"Oh, Maria's latina so she taught me Spanish."

"A hispanic mother huh?" Hikaru said.

Kaoru then added, "You're very exotic."

You looked at them with an annoyed expression. "Sure." You then remembered something. "By the way, do you guys have anything you're doing this weekend?"

The twins looked at each other and then back at you. "No, why?"

You grinned. "Then let's do something! Anything."

They were taken back by your sudden forwardness. "What's got you so excited?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah, where did this come from?" Kaoru added.

"Maria's sisters are coming over and one of them hates me."

"Why?" Hikaru asked.

"Cause I'm not Maria's biological kid. It's stupid. But it's not her I'm worried about." Your face then turned to a grimace. "It's her son, Satan."

"Geez, what's with the name calling?" Hikaru asked again.

"He gets his annoying personality from his mother, and he loves to go out of my way to try and get me mad. It makes him feel better or something. One time he cut the head off of my stuffed dinosaur my first mother had bought for me." You pouted.

Kaoru asked, "Just because Maria's not your mom?"

"Yeah, he feels like I'm at a lower class than him, and that I need to learn to stay like that. Maria tried to fix my stuffed dino, and God bless her tomboy heart, her sewing skills are terrible. It looks like a voodoo doll now." You sighed, shrugging. "Anyways, I wanna see his face as less as possible. So, you do two wanna hang out over the weekend?"

Tamaki jumped in. "I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN! YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SPENDING MORE TIME WITH THEM!"

"Why are you so weird about Hikaru and Kaoru?" You asked. "They aren't even doing anything."

"I'd hate to break up this little chat," Kyoya said. "But do you recognize the name Alarico Gonzalez?"

You whipped your head over to Kyoya's direction. "Why?"

"Because he's from y/c and just booked each host towards the end of host hours for tomorrow."

"It's him." You grumbled. "I'm gonna go clean up."

Tamaki then spoke up. "It's not to fret about. This is obviously a romantic comedy fic, and me and y/n the main cast! That means that in the end I'll swoop in and make her feel better."

"Yeah, then what are we?" Hikaru asked, referring to the rest of the hosts.

"You boys are the homosexual supporting cast!" He then drew a line on the ground with a stick. "So please make sure that you don't step over this line."

"This is ridiculous." The twins said.

"And boss, I don't think you get it." Hikaru said as he smiled.

"Y/n-chan values friendship very much." Honey said.

"And she considers all of us her friends." Kaoru said.

Kyoya chimed in. "If you were to take her away from the rest of her friends, she would probably become quite unhappy and limit her contact with you."

"That means that the rest of us get to spend more time with her, while she ignores you." Honey said.

"Especially more time with us," Kaoru said. "Since we're in the same class."

You walked up to them. "Okay guys, I'm done—"

"Tamaki grabbed you again." Don't worry y/n! I'll let you go with the twins this weekend."

"I mean, that's nice of you to say, but I wasn't asking for your permi—"

"As long as the rest of us go as well!" He then turned to everyone else. "Listen up gentlemen. We are all going to hang out with y/n this weekend."

"Sure, I guess. If you wanted to come senpai, why didn't you just ask?"

"Nevermind that!" He panicked. "Make sure you choose where you want to go."

You smiled sweetly. "Okay!"

The next day you felt irritated, knowing it was only a matter of time before you see Alarico and his stupid face. Kyoya reminded you that during host hours you had to be on your best behavior, which meant that you couldn't defend himself.

The twins were staring at you all day. They made in incredibly noticable when you were setting up the tea sets. "Can I help you two?"

"You haven't smiled at all today." Kaoru said.

"Yeah, this isn't normal."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to smile when the guests come." You went around them and kept working, setting everything up.

"Why do you look sad y/n-chan?" Honey asked, trying to guilt trip you. "I don't like it. You're not like that because of me, right?"

"Of course not senpai. You're a sweet person." You said with a straight face. "Now excuse me." You continued and eventually finished up everything. You then walked to your place to welcome the girls. Sucking in a breath, you put on a smile.

"Welcome ladies."

You greeted your clients and they talked to you about what was going on with their lives. You threw out compliments and encouragements, and you hoped your smile would pay off. The stress was slowly coming off of you and your smile was becoming real. You did enjoy talking to all of your clients after all.

Your smile eventually became forced when Kyoya told you that someone requested for you to greet them at the door. You walked over to the door and opened it, smiling as best as you could. "Welcome sir."

He slapped your back hard. "Hey nickel. Long time no see."

You remained calm. "I didn't know we were using our nicknames Lucifer."

"Nickel?" Kaoru asked.

"Y/n would play the guitar and sing in the streets to save up some money. That's how she could afford to move. She would come home with bucket full of change. It's hilarious. So I call her nickel." He said, breaking out into a laugh. Though he was two years older than you, he was the about the same height as the twins. He then tossed his coat to you. "Show me where I go."

"Your first appointment is with the King. Right this way."

He looked you up and down. "This suits you nickel."

You ignored his comment. "Have a nice time."

You went back to your couch and talked to your clients. Meanwhile, Tamaki smiled warmly. "It's nice to meet you. The only person I've heard of from y/n is your aunt."

"Yeah, well, that's because she doesn't like what my mom and I have to say." You could feel his smug smile staring at the back of your head. You kept talking to your girls, trying to ignore him. "She just needs to accept who she is."

"And that is?" Tamaki smiled.

He smirked at Tamaki. "You know what they say, you can take the girl out of the streets but you can't take the streets out of the girl." Tamaki frowned. "Hey, what do you think of her? She was very keen on starting over, so I was wondering if she would be willing to share her past."

Tamaki tried to keep his princely self in tact. He smiled and sat up straighter. "I think she's a bright and smart person to be around. I enjoy her company, as do the rest of us here. And yes, she has shared some information with us regarding her past. We are her friends, after all."

"Trust me man, you don't wanna be too deep in her friend group. She had some really weird friends in y/c, and it's cause she's weird herself. She's got a lot of issues, and I wouldn't blame you if it sent you running." You knew what he was trying to do. Tamaki knew it. The rest of the hosts listening in knew it too. He was trying to isolate you, just to mess with you. "Well, gotta go to my next appointment."

He then got up and walked over to the twins' table. They hesitated to speak, but knew they had to be nice. "Nice to meet you." They said.

He quietly laughed. "Do you guys like to answer questions at the same time?"

They shrugged. "Sometimes."

"That's... strange." He grinned. They looked at him, offended and annoyed. "That's also the opposite from y/n, which is even stranger to me."

"Shit." You mumbled. You began to breath a little unsteadily.

"What do you mean?" Hikaru asked.

He laughed again. "You guys don't know?" They stared blankly at him. "Y/n has a twin brother. He up and ran away before their mom died. Apparently all three were supposed to leave together, but her brother left them high and dry."

You were starting to panic. Other people were turning their heads. Exposed. You felt so exposed.

"Excuse me for a minute." You quickly left the room and sat down on the floor, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't breathe, and your eyes began to sting from tears forming. You just couldn't breathe.

Tamaki and the twins shot up and ran to the door, but we're stopped by Kyoya. "Go back to your seats. There are guests waiting for you."

"Are you kidding?!" Hikaru barked.

"We need to see if she's okay!" Kaoru added.

"Kyoya, step aside!" Tamaki exclaimed.

"I don't have any appointments right now. I'll check on her. Go back to your seats." He then quickly left.

He saw you on the floor and sat down right to you. He put his arms around your upper arms and began to squeeze you tight in a hug. You tried to push him off, but he wouldn't budge. Soon you stopped moving and your breath stilled.

"Thank you." You weakly said.

"Of course."

"How did you do that?"

"It's a pressure point that calms a person's nerves." You weakly smiled at him. "How long have you been having anxiety attacks?"

You looked down. "I don't know. Years. It's been a while since I've had one up until now."

"Have you been medically diagnosed?"

You frowned and shook your head. "Let's go back in." You patted his thigh and got up. You stuck your hand out and he took it, having you hoist him up. You brought back your smile. "Thanks again senpai."

He nodded, though he also felt like the conversation needed be revisited, and would have to make sure of it. He opened the door for you. "Y/n!" Tamaki and the twins zoomed over to you.

"Sorry if I worried any of you. I just needed some air." You then sat back down on your couch. "Momo, let's resume our conversation."

"O–okay." She said, unsure whether she should ask if you were okay. "Is it okay if we take a walk in the maze? It's wonderful weather."

You grinned. "If you want to, I want to. Let's go."

When you two left, Alarico scoffed. "Still a damn baby." He then checked his watch. "Oh, switching time."

He walked over to Honey and Mori. Honey smiled at him. "You made y/n-chan really sad, so I think you should say sorry to make up for it. Kay?"

He shrugged. "I don't have to make up for anything. Like I said, she just doesn't like what I have to say. She doesn't want to face her reality, and I'm just trying to help her see it."

"So," Momoka asked you with your arms interlocked. "I was wondering if you would like to talk about what that boy you knew said."

"And here I thought I was host." You teased.

"Well, as a host it's your job to make the customers happy." She quietly stammered. "It would please me so if you had someone to talk to."

You scrunched up your nose. "You are way too nice Momo. It's grossing me out." You then looked straight ahead. "But it's much appreciated." You felt her eagerly stare at you. "Okay, we can talk."

"Really?" You nodded, and she hugged you.

"Out of the people I talk to everyday, and those who make an impression on me, I'm glad you're the one to want to talk to me like this." She smiled brightly. "Now, lead the way to that nice sitting stop first. I have no idea where to go." She nodded and took your hand, rushing to the spot.

Honey's face became darker. "Don't say mean things about y/n-chan, or I won't forgive you."

"No offense kid, but how old are you?"

"He's the same age as you." Hikaru angrily said as he sipped tea.

"Even so, some may argue that he's twice a man as you." Kaoru said as he also angrily sipped on his tea.

"Who knew important people would actually care about some rando girl from the nowhere."

"Don't talk about her like that." Mori said, standing up to hover over him.

"Stop talking about her like that, now." Honey warned.

Alarico scoffed. "Sorry little man, we're out of time." He then walked over to Kyoya, who was writing in his notebook. Honey was about to attack, but Tamaki quietly assured everyone that he knows Kyoya would handle things. "You seem to be the only who isn't phased by anything I say. That's good, since everyone's being weird about y/n."

"I assume it's due to the impression she's left on everyone here. It seems like the hardships she's had to endure has shaped her into a hard working and ambitious person."

"More like audacious." Kyoya just kept writing. "Not much gets to you, huh? That's pretty uninteresting."

"Well, I don't have a lot to worry about considering the position I'm in. You see, my family owns the largest police force in Japan. Just one phone call away and I could have over a hundred men in less than five minutes. So you see, I in fact do not have anything to worry about in this particular moment."

He frowned as you and Momoka came back in. "We're back." You happily announced.

"Did you ladies enjoy your walk?" Tamaki asked as he greeted you two at the door.

You and Momoka looked at each other and smiled. "We did." You said. "I had the pleasure of learning a few new things about Momo."

"Y/n! Those are secrets!" She blushed heavily.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna say anything. Anyways, have a safe way home."

"You as well." She said, leaving.

You closed the door and saw that Alarico was the last person there. "Okay Lucifer, let's get on with this. Shall we?"

He said nothing but smirked at you as he bumped your shoulder walking to your couch. Everyone watched. You sat on opposite ends. "So, your friends don't know about Christian."

You calmly smiled. "He's not in my life, so there's not much to say about him. How've you been doing back in y/c?"

"You mean back home?" He asked tauntingly.

"This is my home now. A step up, don't you think?"

"For now, yeah. How's money been? You still singing in the streets?"

"Nope. Don't have to. Maria got a management position at this club. She got the job from a friend she made at a store. His name is Ryoji, and he's awesome. We've had dinner at his house a few times. His daughter's pretty chill."

"Look at you making little friends. Just like at the liquor store." You grinned, and he scooched closer to you. "Y'know, I just don't get the hype for you. There's something about you that I don't like."

"I'm well aware."

"I don't know where to put my finger on it." He looked you over. "Maybe it's because I've seen those nasty scars on your legs. It a pretty big turn off."

You grinned and shrugged. "Maybe that's it. Maybe it's because you don't like what I have to say about you. Just maybe."

He didn't like that. He grabbed your jaw, holding it tight. "Or maybe it's your face. I've seen the pictures of your parents, and you have your dad's looks." He roughly took away his hand. "Get me some tea."

"Of course." You calmly got up and went over to pour the tea.

"Hey, who was that Momoka chick? She was hot. You think she's easy to bed?" He then laughed.

"Hikaru, what time is it?" You asked as you stared straight ahead.

"Uh, 5:02?"

You nodded, setting down the tea pot. You calmly wrapped your arms around Alarico's shoulders, leaning in as if you were about to whisper him something. Instead you kneed his dick. He yelped and fell to the ground. "You bitch!"

"It's after hours now so I can say whatever I want." You looked down at him. "I don't give a shit about what you think of me, I never have. You know it, and you hate it. But when you talk about sleeping with a sweet girl just to spite me, that's when I get pissed."

"Fuck you!" He rolled to his side.

"Never talk about her in that way, ever, and stay away from her. Don't even try to fight me on this. It wouldn't be the first time I've kicked your ass. Now it's time for you to leave. Go." He got up and stumbled away.

You turned and saw everybody looking at you. "Well," Kyoya said. "I believe it's time to clean up."

You all began to clean up in silence. It was almost unbearable for the twins, as well as Tamaki. Hikaru and Kaoru had finally snapped when you accidentally bumped into them. "Excuse me—"

"WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY BEATING HIM UP BEFORE?!" They asked.

"Oh, that's what was bugging you?"

"Among other things." Tamaki said. "But that is a good question."

You remembered the fond memory you had of that night and giggled. "It happened one time, and it was totally his fault."

"Well, what happened?" The twins asked.

"He thought that it would be funny to scare me so he could hold it over me. But his plan for it failed miserably. He made a plan to come through our window in the middle of the night with a ski mask on and act like he was robbing us."

"But if it was in the middle of the night, wouldn't you be asleep?" Honey asked.

"Yup. He's not the smartest person around. Anyways, right when he climbs in he trips over our shoes and was unintentionally makes a lot of noice. I woke up and assumed there was a robber in the house, so naturally I grabbed the bat from under my bed and—"

"Why on Earth would you have a bat under your bed?" Tamaki asked.

"In case some idiot decided to put on a ski mask and climb through our window." You giggled, and everybody smiled in response. "Anyways, I ran up to him and swung to his stomach. He fell, and broke a flower pot in the process. When he got up, I swung again. He once again fell, but this time when he tried to get up he slipped and landed on our table, breaking it. He fumbled around and tried to grab onto this shelf, but the house was old and the shelf came down on him."

The twins bursted into laughter. "Where was Maria during all this?" Kaoru asked.

"Sleeping! I swear, I don't know what she'd do without me. There was so many crashing sounds!" The twins laughed again, and this time Tamaki chuckled as Honey giggled. "So I'm about to swing again, but he takes off the mask and yells at me. We're yelling at each other, and I drop the bat on the floor. That's when Maria finally comes in, by hearing the bat, and just asks if I'm okay. Super relaxed and half asleep."

The laughter erupted again. "What happened after that?" Hikaru asked.

"I told her that Alarico was trying to rob us, and she says hands down the most 'I don't care' question ever: So, like, I can go back to sleep then right?" More laughter. "I told her no, and she called her sister who came there dead silent. She wrote us a check for the damage and they left. One of the most satisfying experiences of my life."

Everybody was smiling at the story. It was no wonder why you became a host. You were very interesting. "Do you think you'll be in trouble when you get home?" Kaoru asked.

You shrugged. "I mean, Maria's sister will yell at me, but that's kinda it. Maria thinks that I should only be punished if I'm in the wrong. He was being a creep to another girl and I defended her honor. Not in the wrong, and I'll probably just get a smack to the back of the head."

"Seriously?" Hikaru asked.

You shrugged. "She is Latina. And don't worry, since she's not the wealthiest person here, Maria's sister won't try to fight the school or anything."

"Not the wealthiest? What does that mean?" Tamaki asked.

"They're high middle class so they flaunt their money at people who don't make as much. She's a Karen."

"A Karen?" The twins asked.

"I don't believe I'm familiar with the term." Kyoya said.

"It's when someone makes a not bad situation so much worse for no reason. Like, let me speak to your manager for something dumb or my child would never do that when their kid is horrible. Stuff like that."

"Geez, you have to go home to that?" Hikaru asked.

You pursed your lips. "I really don't want to go home right now. Maybe I'll visit Ryoji's house. Or maybe I'll just stay at a fast food place for a bit."

"We'll come with you." Hikaru offered.

"Yeah, it'll be fun." Kaoru added.

"Thanks guys. Let's go then." You began walking towards the door, but stopped and turned around. "And thank you, all of you. I'm really happy that you guys still like me."

"Wait y/n!" Tamaki zoomed over to you, invading your personal space. "I want you to be careful around those shady twins, okay?! Daddy just wants the best for you!"

You ruffled his hair and smiled. "I'll be fine senpai. You trust that I'll take care of myself, right?"

He looked at you, almost in a daze, and smiled. "Of course. Have fun." You nodded and left with the twins. "Well Kyoya, it seems like our little y/n is very capable of handling her problems."

Kyoya put on a smile and said nothing. On the outside, it could easily be seen as that. But that wasn't the case. You should see someone about your anxiety. You should accept help. That meant that he would have to tell Tamaki.

After having a fun time with the twins and getting chewed out by Linda, you went to bed hoping that the club wasn't actually upset with you.

The next day you got up and quickly left early before anyone else woke up. Unfortunately, you skipped breakfast in order to do so. So there you were, eating a breakfast burrito from WacDonald's on the steps of Ouran, way too early for anyone to be there yet.

The silence was pretty nice. It was peaceful, and the school was beautiful. You did notice someone though. A man in a lab coat. He looked lost, but you decided not to think anything of it. It was probably just a school doctor, since it is physical exam day.

Later on you threw away your wrapper and bought some coffee at a gas station. That's when some people began arriving. "Hey, you're the honor student, right?" One person walked over and asked you.

"Um, yeah. I'm sorry, I don't think I know you."

"I'm in the same year, though we're in different classes." He said.

A few minutes later the twins arrived to school, though they were peeved to see you talking to another guy. They ran over to you and began dragging you away.

"It was nice to meet you!" You called out. They then put you down, hearing you huff. "What was that for? I almost dropped my coffee."

"Who was that?" Kaoru asked.

You shrugged. "Some guy. He just came up to me and started talking."

"More like flirting." Hikaru grumbled.

"No he wasn't." You took a sip of your coffee. "Do you guys want some?"

Hikaru hesitated before shrugging. "Sure." He took a swig.

"Kaoru?" You offered.

"Are you sure that's Kaoru?" Hikaru asked, trying to trick you.

"Yes, I am." You said, taking back your coffee. "I'm not stupid."

Before they could say anything, you all heard. "Y/n~!"

A gush of wind passed you three as Tamaki ran over to you. "Morning senpai."

"Did those two shady twins hurt you last night?! I knew I should have gone with you!" He took your hands.

"No, they didn't. Calm down senpai. It was actually nice." You smiled at them.

"Oh, right." Hikaru took out an old phone. "Here."

You just stared up at him confusedly. "You don't have a phone, and this is my old one." Kaoru explained. "I don't use it anymore, so you could have it."

"Um, that's kind of a big thing to give someone." You nervously smiled. "You could turn it in to a phone company and get some money for it. Or maybe some store credit, depending on the company."

"We don't need money or credit stuff." Hikaru said. "Just take it."

You hesitated before taking it. You then smiled and wrapped your arms around each of their necks. "Thanks guys!"

"You're welcome." They smiled before looking darkly at Tamaki. Before Tamaki could say anything, the twins then pulled away. "Well, let's go to class!"

They rushed you off. "Bye Tamaki-senpai!" You called out.

Tamaki got angry. "But what about the plan?!" He barked.

"What did he say?" You turned as they carried you.

"Nothing!" They said.

Instead of going to your class though, you ended up going to the Music Room. "What's going on? Why are we in the host club class?"

Tamaki then stormed into the room. "You two could have waited for me!" He barked out again.

Kyoya then came out. "Y/n, we've come here today to talk about a problem regarding you."

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Author's Note: I hit the limit for the paragraphs I can write (since there's a lot of dialogue), so I had to cut it short.

I guess I have to split it up into 2 parts and put the fast food part in my own filler .—.

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Tag List: @krustykrabbspizza @animefan7420 @strangerthingsholland @the-dead-fucking-sea @blue-eyez-7

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lgchunji · 4 years ago

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, LGC MEMBERS!

merry christmas, lgc members! oops! this time you didn’t just send something to they mods, they also wanted to send something to YOU!! every single mod, below the cut, has something wonderful for you all to hear! (no, this is not the christmas present side event lol) our mods deserve all the love in the world, but the members all deserve a little extra love too! happy holidays and everyone have a good new years!

admin l, writer of @lgcxjun, @lgcmiso, and @lgcnami says: 1) what is your favorite part about being a mod? making the members happy. when we put out a new event or implement something new in the rp and members are super excited about it, that's what i like the most. 2) what is the most memorable moment from being a mod in lgc thus far? hmm.. i think it's when we officially opened the rp for reservations and they came flooding. we weren't expecting this. we thought it would take weeks before we get enough reservations to open and were pleasantly surprised when in 48h we had the 10 minimum. we never expected to have over 50 members, either. so this whole experience has been amazing for us 3) what is the best part about lgc members/writers (characters or muns!) seeing the characters grow right before our eyes, that's the part i love the most. seeing the progression of each and everyone of you all always make us happy. the admods are your biggest supports, i swear to god. i also love how our members aren't scared of giving ideas and participate in the growth and events of the rp! we always love incorporating our mun's ideas 4) anything else you would like to mention? thank you for being here with us <3

admin *, writer of @lgcdanbi, @lgcnathan, and @lgctaesung says: 1) what is your favorite part about being a mod? oh gosh… i can’t pick just one! honestly, it’s just being able to plan and create stuff for our members with such a fun and dedicated team like the one we have here! we have so much in store for everyone, and we just hope y’all are as excited as we are for the big things to come! 2) what is the most memorable moment from being a mod in lgc thus far?: for me specifically, it had to be my *first* trimester change as the head of graphics. i literally SLAVED lmfao over our Q4 2020 graphics, and it was so nice to see how much everyone enjoyed the roleplay’s makeover. plus, now that we’re getting closer and closer to Q1 2021, i’m both excited yet SUPER nervous about the aesthetics i want to put out for lgc in the new year! 3) what is the best part about lgc members/writers (characters or muns!): character-wise, i can tell everyone is genuinely invested in their muses’ development and careers here. even though idol krps aren’t anything new, it’s such a breath of fresh air to be a part of a group where people want to see success with their muses from the very start to finish. mun-wise, it’s gotta be activity check sunday’s! seeing people’s live reactions to the queue is DEFINITELY the highlight of my week. 4) anything else you would like to mention?: we’re a small team here (but i swear it feels so much bigger!), and we dedicate a lot of our time in running lgc behind the scenes than in writing for our own characters. it can be a bit of a bummer and can definitely take a lot of muse and motivation out of you, but we’re always so appreciative of how considerate and thoughtful our members are of us. we’re not perfect—no one is!—but despite our flaws, it’s so inspiring to see a place (a home?) like lgc last for over a year and still be going on strong. and we can only thank you guys for all of that! so! thank you!

admin g, writer of @lgchanbyul, @lgcjaesun, and @lgcyumi says: 1) what is your favorite part about being a mod? i have a strange love for lists and stats, and so i actually really enjoy the administration part of being an admin. honestly, i would be the type of person to start a roleplay just to do the logistics lol. i enjoy helping to keep things neat and orderly, though admin a. has been doing a really great job of making my processes even better. my strong suits are not events or graphics, so i leave those tasks to the rest of the team. i think because of that, we make a really great team, and i just enjoy getting to see the fruits of our labor week after week and seeing people excited over them as well! 2) what is the most memorable moment from being a mod in lgc thus far? there are many memorable moments, of course, and this might sound silly … but probably when we received our first application that was not from one of our og staff members. frankly, when we started this group, we were fairly certain no one would want to join, especially with so many other great roleplays around, so to have watched it grow over these last 16 months has been pretty incredible! 3) what is the best part about lgc members/writers (characters or muns!) i wish i could give a special shoutout to each person, but that will quite literally take me a year so i apologize that i’m taking the easy road out. i think the best part about our members is just their willingness to help, whether it be helping others understand the points process, what is needed for an event, or just any of the other logistics that might lead to confusion. it puts a smile on my face to see that teamwork and selflessness exhibited by so many of you. when we mention that we’re stressed, there is never a shortage of eager hands being raised to offer help, and we always appreciate that. i think it’s not easy being a big group, and it can be easy to feel left out, so i just continue to applaud those who really help to make people feel at home! 4) anything else you would like to mention? 2020 has certainly been a wild roller coaster ride, but it’s certainly been made better by getting to write and interact with all of our members. i hope that those i haven’t had a chance to write with yet that i will get to do so soon! thank you all for your continued support and i hope everyone has a happy holidays and a happy new year! may 2021 be a better year for all of us! thank you also to leaf for organizing this! you’re truly a trooper for putting together this special treat for our members ( and months ago for doing it for the admin staff as well )! always appreciate your thoughtfulness in spending the time to think of others. ❤️

admin a, writer of @lgcaeri, @lgceunhye, and @lgcsanghyun says: 1) what is your favorite part about being a mod? my favorite part is seeing people’s reactions to everything we do in lgc and using some of those elements to help build their character or celebrate their accomplishments. a good example of this are the events that have been revealed in the past and reading the reactions and feedbacks encourages us to think more about what kind of events we can make or improve on! 2) what is the most memorable moment from being a mod in lgc thus far? i’ve only been here for a short period so i can’t quite name a lot, but the one that i can think of on top of my head is during the end of the trimester. it’s usually the busiest time for us for several reasons, but it feels the most rewarding to me personally because behind the scenes, we really try to make sure that everything goes smoothly. add that everyone is so patient during those times and we really appreciate it! i personally want to take this opportunity to thank everyone for all of the positive messages and support you have sent to us! it really means a lot to us! ❤️ 3) what is the best part about lgc members/writers (characters or muns!) i mentioned this previously in the one year anniversary post, but i would say it’s the community that has been created and developed over time. it’s gone through a lot and the fact that we’re still active now still shocks me sometimes! aside from that, i would also say reading through the solos and posts that we see on the dash (and yes, we see what is going on 👀). while there is so much that i don’t know about everyone’s muses, sometimes it’s nice to just sit back and see what everyone has been up to lately.

admin c, writer of @lgcxking and @lgcjin says: 1) what is your favorite part about being a mod? for me it’s seeing members get excited about events that we put out, and creating new canons based off them. i don’t think i would be able to keep being an admin if i didn’t feel this sense of wonder and excitement coming from everyone! 2) what is the most memorable moment from being a mod in lgc thus far? i’ve probably mentioned it way too often by now, but when we created lgc we expected it to die off after a couple weeks/months. we never expected to last so long and it wasn’t easy in the beginning, but after a while, i’d say around october/november, we started welcoming a lot of new muns that have become such an integral part of the rp. the fact that we’d have enough members to form a lot more than one group for each gender is amazing in itself. and the 2020 family concert really had me realize just how far we’ve come! to see all of those muns and muses experiencing it for the first time even though they’ve been in the rp for so long and achieved so much. 3) what is the best part about lgc members/writers (characters or muns!) i don’t want to name anyone in particular because i’d want to talk about everyone and that’s impossible, but like i mentioned above, it amazes me whenever i see everything that the muses have achieved in a year. i think i realize now just how many events we put out LMAO. some muses are fairly new but are already on future dreams or lgc girls japan, others have begun acting, producing, hosting, etc. i always love to see the very detailed plan everyone has for their characters and even though it might take a while to happen ic, it’s important to set goals! some that might not even happen in a near lgc future, but it gives such life to muses. i also love seeing friendships form, relationships grow, suddenly being on dash and realizing that a muse FINALLY confessed to another, or sometimes just discovering important information through someone else because we can’t possibly read every single thread on dash (i’d love to, though, trust me). there’s a ton of people i haven’t interacted with yet on my muses, and i would sooo love to do it but with the amount of work that goes behind the scenes… let’s just say though that we love every single muse and i’m probably a bigger fan of them than you are!!!!! 4) anything else you would like to mention? small mention to you, leaf, for doing this! thank you for the love and care you put into these types of projects it’s very cute ;; we really liked getting messages from members last time too. also, to anyone reading this, just know that we’re glad you’ve decided to join us on this legacy journey!!!! why do i feel like i’m ending this too dryly but I LOVE YOU GUYS and thank you for all the support, patience, understanding and time investment <333

admin y, writer of @lgcjaehwa says: 1) what is your favorite part about being a mod? i'd say seeing members dropping random appreciation posts and messages would be my favorite part! there were times where i tend to overthink and become a mess. although it may just look like a simple ask, random messages like these really makes my day. 2) what is the most memorable moment from being a mod in lgc thus far? my first 'project'! its something i planned all by myself and to receive positive feedbacks makes me feel proud of it! i'm usually pessimistic when it comes to myself so this is really a big deal for me. this project is not out yet but will definitely be revealed in the future ;) 3) what is the best part about lgc members/writers (characters or muns!) the best part is of course the community!! i never expect myself to stick to a rp for this long. there is this saying, 'the muns keep the rp running'. without you guys, lgc will not be where we are today! 4) anything else you would like to mention? i just want to say that although i'm not close with everyone, i do hope i can get to know more lovely people here! and i thank you guys for staying with us throughout this journey. i'm sure lgc will still continue to stand strongly for the months or even years to come <3

#lgckrp #✧ .・゜゜leaf talks

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hypmic-writings · 4 years ago

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2 Year Anniversary ~

Let's celebrate the 2nd Year Anniversary for this blog!

I've created some lists with different prompts under different genres. Drabble Requests are now open and will remain open through the weekend until Sunday evening. These will be shorter drabbles so you can expect for them to be below 1k words. I will work on them throughout the week so keep checking back to see when yours is completed!

Below are the rules for requesting. Please be sure to follow them or your request will be deleted.

Each request can only have one (1) character and one (1) number with the exception of AUs which can be requested alone or with another number. You can request more than once, but please be considerate of others and their requests as well.

You can specify reader attributes and you are encouraged to do so! It's your fic so make it as personalized as you want. This means that if give me an overview of your personality, I can write the fic with that information in mind (i.e. shy, outgoing, clumsy, funny, hard-headed, mean, polite, etc.)

Feel free to specify female/male/nonbinary reader or I will default to not specifying

You can request Reader x Character or Character x Character (Jiro and Saburo can be paired with other characters as long as the relationship is plationic, not romantic)

The suggestive prompts will NOT be written for either Jiro or Saburo as they are underage. Any suggestive prompts will be written under a ‘read more’ marker.

As always, I reserve the right to delete any request without explanation that does not follow the rules or if I deem them harmful or inappropriate.

Thank you all for your support these past two years! You’ve been the best followers a blog could ever ask for. This blog has been so much fun to do and I hope to continue to work on it for some time~

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧༝┉┉┉┉˚❋ ❋ ❋˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ Fluff 1. “You look stunning tonight” 2. “What are you talking about, hugs are definitely not overrated” 3. “It’s so cold/hot out tonight!” 4. “How is your hair so soft?” 5. “I just want to live in this moment forever” 6. “Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” 7. “Fuck that, let’s cuddle” 8. “Let’s go to the beach!” 9. “Can I lay next to you for a bit?” 10. “My heart hurts whenever I look at you” 11. “I could never forget someone like you” 12. “I knew you liked it, so I bought you more” 13. “We should get married there” 14. “Dammit, I love you so much it hurts” 15. “I love it when your eyes light up like that” 16. “You look cute when you do that” 17. “There’s no way I’m letting you do that alone!” 18. “Wait, we can get both of them?” 19. “It’s kind of like an adventure, right?” 20. “You made this for me? How?” 21. “Why would you think I wouldn’t want to help you?” 22. “Are you implying I’m…attractive?” 23. “It wasn’t me…uh…the dog did it!” 24. “We should totally do that!” 25. “We should totally NOT do that!”

Angst 26. “How dare you” 27. “What the hell are you talking about?” 28. “You can’t keep walking away from this” 29. “You’re a coward” 30. “I tried to love you, but it’s just too difficult” 31. “Are you okay?” 32. “I just…need some time alone for a bit” 33. “I didn’t mean what I said” 34. “I’m so sorry for everything I did” 35. “Damn, I didn’t think it would hurt this much” 36. “Where are you right now?” 37. “I’m not good enough…I’ll never be good enough” 38. “I hate myself” 39. “I hate you” 40. “I’m going to punch a wall if you don’t shut up” 41. “You’re not helping the situation” 42. “I don’t think we’re going to make it out this time” 43. “Because every time I look at them, I want to vomit” 44. “Fuck you” 45. “Of course, you don’t care” 46. “Nightmares are the worst” 47. “How could you believe them?” 48. “What a liar” 49. “Everything ends eventually, right?” 50. “I want to leave. Now.”

Suggestive 51. “Just like that, baby” 52. “Get on your knees” 53. “I love it when you do that” 54. “God, you feel so good” 55. “Has that always been there?” 56. “I love it when you put your hands there” 57. “Oh shit, I forgot the lube” 58. “Wait, they have flavored condoms?!” 59. “Purr for me, kitten” 60. “Safe words are important” 61. “You look so pretty like that” 62. “I am not a bottom!” 63. “Don’t tease me like that” 64. “You think I can’t take it?” 65. “Then make me” 66. “That’s not supposed to happen…right?” 67. “Stop laughing!” 68. “I want to do it again” 69. “Not now, there are people here!” 70. “I’ve always wanted to try that!” 71. “Your skin is so soft” 72. “I can never get enough of your lips” 73. “How did they…how are they doing that?” 74. “Should we try something different this time?” 75. “Let me help you relax”

AUs 76. Soulmate AU 77. Vampire AU 78. College AU 79. Werewolf AU 80. Bodyguard AU 81. CEO/Boss AU 82. Tattoo Artist AU 83. Mermaid AU 84. Fantasy AU 85. Hogwarts AU 86. Coffee shop AU 87. Arranged Marriage AU 88. Mafia/Gang AU 89. Demon/Angel AU 90. Apocalypse AU 91. Royalty AU 92. Parallel Universe AU 93. Royalty AU 94. Hero AU 95. Villain AU 96. Modern Magic User AU 97. Stranded AU 98. Guardian Angel AU 99. Friends to Lovers AU 100. Murder Mystery AU

#2 year anniversary #drabble prompt list #hypmic #hypnosis mic #requests #celebration #milestone celebration

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years ago

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The Night Before III

Chapter: 3/15

Rating: E

Summary: Ringo hangs around after the club closes and meets a stranger.

Tags: Smut

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr

AO3 link here / Fic masterlist here

Fortunately it didn't take too long to get an Uber, mostly everyone had headed home for the night long ago so there was no longer a desperate scramble for a ride. Ringo still couldn't believe his luck with George sat beside him as they headed back to his place. The driver gave them a curious look, one which said more than words possibly could, but Ringo wasn't fazed by their potential judgement, he felt far too ecstatic.

The only worry Ringo had at the moment was how much of a state his flat was in, but he didn't suppose George was going to spend much time perusing around. It was a decently long journey to his place, luckily the driver had the radio on to fill the tense silence. After a while George placed his hand on Ringo's thigh, rubbing his thumb idly but never looking over to him.

He felt like a teenager again, staying out late and messing around with strangers, it was refreshing to feel so excited about taking someone home rather than anticipating waking up ashamed.

Arriving outside his building, the two of them thanked the driver and braved the cold for a final time. Luckily Ringo had remembered his key - he'd lost count of the times he'd had to spend the night with Paul and John because he'd misplaced his keys again - he fumbled with them slightly. Stepping into the even colder stairwell, Ringo led the way up to his flat.

"No lift?" George asked, disappointed.

"Been broken for as long as I've lived here." Ringo tutted, thankfully he only lived a couple of floors up.

The warmth of his flat was beyond comforting. Ringo flicked the lights on and immediately regretted it, his living room was in a bit of state and he knew his bedroom was considerably worse. He didn't have long to worry though, because as soon as George closed the door behind him, he was pouncing on Ringo.

Reluctantly, Ringo pulled away "Not that I don't want, uh... that right now, I really need to get these wet jeans off." He stammered.

George pouted, it was a sultry sight "Surely getting your jeans off is part of that."

Ringo chuckled nervously "No, yes, yeah. I just can't really get into that mindset with these sticking to my ankles. Fuck knows what's on that bathroom floor."

"Well not too long ago I was, sucking on that thick cock of yours." George smirked, making himself comfortable on the sofa, looking at Ringo with expectant eyes.

Another nervous laugh "Right, right... I'll just be a sec, sorry." He hurried his words and his feet as he headed for his bedroom.

Peeling off his jeans and tossing them into the ever-growing pile of clothes in the corner of his room, he was able to fix a few things to make the place look more presentable. He wasn't even sure if they'd make it to the bedroom, especially with the way George was talking. Fumbling around in his drawers, he found an old condom and returned triumphantly into his living room to find George completely naked lounging on his sofa.

"I got impatient." George explained when Ringo said nothing, just stared with his mouth slightly agape.

"I'm not complaining." Ringo spoke before he could even debate whether it was the right thing to say.

Silence began to fall again before George spoke again "I don't mean to be dramatic, Ringo, but if you don't get over here and fuck me I'm going to lose my mind."

Ringo turned his mind off in that instant, tossing off the remainder of his clothes carelessly across the room as he made his way over to George, still gripping the condom wrapper in his teeth. The sight of George was pure bliss: his slender body was just screaming out to be touched, and Ringo intended on doing far more than that. He was mostly hairless, making his skin appear all the paler.

"My God you're gorgeous." Ringo spoke rapidly as he ran his hands over George's bare chest.

"Speak for yourself." George whispered into Ringo's ear, punctuating his sentence with a bite of his earlobe.

Ringo began kissing down George's neck, taking his time as he made his way down to the nipples. He took them into his mouth eagerly, circling his tongue around and sucking on them slightly. George began letting out soft whines, Ringo could already predict what he'd be sounding like later.

It was pure joy to kiss, lick and bite up and down George's body, the way it made him squirm and moan. Ringo always felt that he got more pleasure by making his partner feel good, and this was certainly one of those times. He breathed against George's erection purely to pull a reaction from him, looking up into the other's eyes Ringo could see he was already unravelling.

"Fuck." George practically shouted when Ringo swallowed him whole without warning.

Ringo chuckled, pressing the coldness of his rings against the hot and sensitive skin of George's inner thigh as he bobbed his head up and down the impressive length. His other hand moved up to George's open mouth, it muffled his wanton moans as he began sucking on Ringo's fingers eagerly. He hadn't known what to expect from George when he first met him, but for him to be so desperate and shameless was definitely a shock. Not that he was complaining, of course.

Removing his fingers quickly, Ringo began circling George's hole. George hissed, throwing his head back against the arm of the sofa. Tentatively Ringo pressed his index finger inside, ring and all, struggling against the tightness of George's muscles.

"Shit!" George burst out "That ring is fucking cold."

Ringo paused immediately, taking his mouth off of George "I can take it off if you don't like it."

George squirmed and Ringo was ready to pull his finger out before George spoke "No, no... It feels good. Put another one in."

"You sure?" Ringo worried he was getting a little carried away, he began moving his finger again slowly.

Picking his head up to meet Ringo's gaze, his eyes filled with lust, George replied "The way you're going I'm gonna cum, and there's no bloody way I'm doing that until you've fucked me."

Ringo didn't need any further encouragement, he pressed a second finger alongside the first gradually. Lowering his mouth again onto George's now leaking cock, he took a slow pace. George continued his drawling moans, his fingers gripping into the sofa cushion for support.

He'd never felt someone as tight as George before, his mind felt cloudy just thinking how it'd feel once he was inside. It wasn't too long until he worked up to three fingers, George was beginning to relax far more now and it made things far easier.

It was clearly a struggle for George to remain still, Ringo had to use his other hand to keep George's hips pressed down. He kept thrusting up into Ringo's mouth, which was far from a bad thing, but it was hard to concentrate on so many things at once. The way George was calling out Ringo's name was criminal, Ringo only wished he'd be able to hear it again past this encounter.

"I can't... I can't wait, just fucking fuck me already!" George whined, his hand moving his hair away from his face.

Ringo let George's cock fall out of his mouth "You've got a right dirty mouth, don't you?"

George smiled, but he couldn't hide completely how overwhelmed he was becoming "I thought you liked my dirty mouth."

"Don't get cocky now." Ringo tutted, thrusting his fingers deeply which pulled a shriek from George.

All the same, Ringo followed George's command and pulled his fingers out as gently as he could manage without slowing down too much. It didn't take more than a few pumps to get himself back to full hardness, though he gave a few extra just so George could enjoy the sight.

"I might have some lube somewhere-" Ringo began but was cut off by George.

"No, no, no. No lube, just give me that cock already, Jesus." George was coming apart at the seams, Ringo couldn't deny that it was a gorgeous display.

"If you're sure..." Ringo rolled the condom on and lined himself up with George's entrance, letting a string of spit drop down onto his cock.

"I'm sure." George breathed, his eyes were wide in anticipation "Wanna feel every inch of you."

Ringo pushed his cock inside slowly at first, surprised at how easily George was taking him, then thrust the last few inches in harshly.

"Fuuuucking hell, George." Ringo groaned "You're tight."

George looked rather satisfied with that assessment, a smug grin spreading on his lips which was soon washed away with a wave of pleasure as Ringo thrust harshly once more. Ringo wasn't sure how long he'd be able to last, not enough time had passed for him to recover fully from their endeavour in the bathroom. Evidently George was having the same problem, the top half of his body was moving around almost erratically as he screamed out desperately.

"Can't believe I'm even fucking you right now." Ringo panted "Feels like a dream."

"Don't get sappy on me now." George couldn't even lift his head to look at Ringo "Let's not pretend you're- Ah!"

Ringo snapped his hips forward sharply "I'm not what?"

"Like you're not stunning yourself." George's voice was getting increasingly strained.

"Now who's getting sappy?" Ringo asked with a smile, lowering himself so he could press his tongue into George's mouth.

George couldn't stop moaning even with his mouth preoccupied, it only spurred Ringo on further to claim George's body. He let out a noise bordering on a growl when he felt George tensing his muscles around him.

"You're gonna make me cum with that shit." Ringo pulled away only marginally, their hot and heavy breaths mingling.

"That's the aim." George kissed Ringo's stubbled jaw "Want you to empty yourself inside me."

Ringo's hips stuttered, he was getting close. George's words certainly weren't helping, nor was the look in his eyes. Everything seemed to have happened so quickly, and now it was nearly over, the thought started to sadden Ringo but he couldn't think for too long with George doing that.

"Jesus." Ringo grunted "Didn't think you were gonna be this dirty."

George wrapped his legs around Ringo to pull him in closer "Don't try and tell me you don't love it."

Ringo could hardly maintain rhythm now, he was sweating and the alcohol wasn't helping his composure.

"Wish you weren't wearing that condom." George breathed "Was hoping I'd feel that warm cum inside me."

"Shit." Ringo stuttered again, almost finishing with those words alone "I'm so close..."

George purred happily "Give it to me, Ringo. Shoot it deep in my ass."

That was the last thing Ringo could comprehend, suddenly he was coming. It took all the little strength remaining in his body not to collapse down onto George entirely. He managed to roll over to the side while he caught his breath, then he felt movement beside him as George desperately wanked himself to orgasm. It didn't take long at all, streams fell onto George's chest and stomach sporadically.

"Fucking hell..." George moaned, letting his arm flop lifelessly at his side.

"I'd have to agree with you on that one." Ringo was returning to a semi-normal state.

Ringo pulled himself off of George and waddled over to his bin to discard the dirtied condom into it. It was an unpleasant feeling, but it was more than worth it. Returning to the sofa, George's eyes were still closed as he heaved his breaths. Ringo sat on the end, lifting George's feet to fall onto his thigh.

This was the moment Ringo had been dreading, ever since he had the inkling that George might be interested in him, he worried how much it would hurt when he inevitably left. He wouldn't be surprised if he got dressed and left right now, he'd got what he wanted so what other reason did he have to stay? It didn't help that a headache was beginning to brew, a sign for copious amounts of water.

Eventually George seemed to return to his body, shifting himself slightly and sitting up as best he could "Don't suppose you've got any pyjamas I could borrow."

Ringo looked at him somewhat confused and somewhat stunned, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to fit in George's words with the anxious hypothesis he'd been creating in his mind.

"Unless..." George matched his expression "You want me to go? That's fine, totally fine. I should probably-" He started moving off the sofa but Ringo grabbed his wrist, a little more forcefully than intended.

"No!" Ringo surprised himself with his volume and decreasing it immediately "I mean... I'd, um- I'd rather you stayed."

Silence fell heavily. A small smile formed on George's face as he relaxed back onto the sofa, Ringo loosened his grip immediately but kept his fingers on George's skin.

"You better get me some clothes then cause I'm not sleeping naked, you'll only get the wrong idea."

#the beatles #Beatles #beatles fanfic #beatles fanfiction #George Harrison/Ringo Starr #george harrisonxringo starr #george harrisonxreader #ringo starr/george harrison #starrison #starrison smut

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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Major Announcement!

Hi guys! I hope you all enjoyed the weekly WIP game yesterday! It’ll be a mainstay on the blog for the foreseeable future, so if nothing else, you’ll get weekly fun :) Again, thanks for your patience.

First and very important order of business: please take the time to fill out this one-question poll. I cannot emphasize enough the importance of this poll! It is something that has been on my mind for weeks and I just need an answer. This will determine the future of the blog! Please vote! I will NOT be responsible for gripes if 20 people determine the future of a blog with over 400 followers, okay?

Now, on to the next order of business.

As I navigated the very new experience of medical school this week, I’ve managed to develop some semblance of a schedule, which unfortunately doesn’t leave me a lot of time for writing. I’ve carefully considered what this new adjustment will mean for me and my writings and have thus come to a decision.

I will be closing requests down until the end of the semester.

Yes, I know that’s a long time! It saddens me to do so, but, I can already anticipate that I will be getting more requests than I am writing, and the list will just grow longer and longer and longer. I have plenty to see me through the semester, so there is plenty of room to work with content-wise. I will continue to be very diligent in balancing handling requests and personal projects, and aim to deplete the back-log considerably before requests open back up. You all are incredibly patient and cordial with me, and I want to honor that patience the best I can!

Of course, I would never close the box without offering you guys the chance to get in some last-minute requests. I would PREFER not to get requests for One Piece or My Hero Academia, because those two fandoms dominate the request list, but I won’t outright ban them, because that’s no fun! Nor am I imposing any limits, but please, don’t abuse the ask box. Remember that more requests lead to a longer wait time, so think very carefully about what stories you want to see! This is more to benefit newcomers or those who have been too shy to request thus far. However, all requests are encouraged and welcome because the box will be closed for a very long time. I’m honestly not sure if I’ll open them up again, aside from occasional events. This is an evolving process and I beg you all to bear with me while I adjust to this new and demanding lifestyle. In an ideal world I would be able to cater to all your wishes, but above all else I have to ensure my own well-being and future as a physician. Please remember that and be considerate.

Requests will remain open for a few days on Tumblr. On Ao3 and FanFiction, they'll remain open slightly longer until I can post new chapters with author's notes so that everyone is aware of the closure and no one misses out. Again, don't abuse this! That is to benefit those who follow me one platform.

I will mark requests as CLOSED in my bio, but I won’t close the ask box, because I would still love you guys to chat and drop fun ask games. <3 Reminders will be posted throughout the coming days to ensure everyone is aware of the changes coming to the blog.

Which brings me to my next topic!

Although oneshot requests will be closed, headcanon requests will remain open!

Headcanons take me no time at all to do and are good ways to give my brain a break for ten or twenty minutes without running the risk of losing time. I’m thinking of hosting bi-weekly or monthly headcanon sprees just to keep things interesting, but I haven’t decided yet. More will come on that later if I decide to go that avenue, depending on how much work I get done with WIPs every week. We’ll see!

And now, the final piece of this very critical announcement!

I am opening writing commissions!

As you all can imagine, I am financially strapped after having to quit my job and rely entirely on student loans. The more I can pay back at the end of the semester, the happier I’ll be! The commission system will utilize my already-existing Ko-Fi account. However, these won’t be the traditional commissions that you guys are used to getting! Here’s how it’ll look.

Now, this is more for the purpose of generating side cash, so the majority of my energy will be spent on requests (although I will of course complete these in a timely manner, because I don’t want you guys to feel like I made off with your money). My writing will always be free for the most part, because not everyone in the world is graced with money to throw around and I do this for myself and others to be happy rather than to explicitly generate revenue. But, still, I thought perhaps this might be a lucrative opportunity for me to explore. I want to emphasize:

Requests (though closed) will always be free. Buying the third-tier commission only ensures that I prioritize your request for a short time. At this point, I don’t work on them sequentially because it leads to frustration and burn-out, even though I prioritize older requests for the sake of principle. By the end of the day, all requests will be taken care of! Promise!

All right. I think I’ve covered everything I’ve wanted to cover. More announcements will come as I continue to adjust and devise ways to keep this blog active and fun. Again, thank you all for all the love and support over the past year. I never imagined that I would grow such a following and make such lovely friends. If feasible, I want to keep providing fun stories and content for you all! Keep a list of future requests on your mind after the closing for the inevitable day when I can open my box again! Ciao ciao, and can’t wait to see your last requests for the time being! <3

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baileys-aurora · 5 years ago

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Under the Surface

Ateez x Reader (fem), Mermaid/ Pirate AU

Part 2/?

Previous Part: Part one

Word count: 1.8k

As he opened his eyes, Hongjoong realized it was morning, slowly stretching out from his uncomfortable position he was previously in. As the events from last night hit him, he silently cursed himself for falling asleep in the captain’s cabin and not below deck to make sure nothing happened. As he makes his decent to the main deck, most of his crew are already on hand prepping for the journey ahead of them. The sunrise was breath taking, most of his happiest moments are always at daybreak, when the golden warmth spreads across the rippling water, wasting no time to start its day as the moon chases after it, never quite reaching its goal. He let out a consent sigh before moving towards the below deck entrance. However, when Hongjoong reaches the cell he finds both the mermaid and San passed out on the floor.

Did she do something to him? Scenarios ran through the captain’s head as he rushed to San, “San!” he whisper yelled, shaking him slightly awake. “What happened? Did she hurt you? I told you to wear earplugs while down here” San sighed while sitting up and rubbing his neck, due to the uncomfortable sleeping position he ended up in. “I’m fine,” San reassured Hongjoong, “I must of feel asleep since it was late by the time we finished talking.” San replied as if he wasn’t sure, while in reality he knew he watched the sleeping girl for a while just enjoying the peacefulness oh her chest rising and falling slowly. He even went as far as reaching through the bars to move a strand of hair tickling her cheek, wondering what she possibly be dream about with such a content look on her face.

“Hi?” you sounded up in your small morning voice, which was being directed to the captain, yet also broke San out of his thoughts about last night, “I didn’t hurt him” you said immediately after realizing San was still near your cell and probably was found there.

“Can I speak with you in my cabin?” Hongjoong asked San sternly, then looking at me, “I’ll be back after you wash up to speak with you as well.” he stated looking back at San, “where is Yunho? He can help her wash up.” “what about Seonghwa?” your small voice interjected, to which you just received stares from both men. You averted your eyes downward, “Yunho sounds nice, where is he?” “that’s what I thought” the captain replied before leaving, San following behind after giving a small smile to you.

“Looks like I’m on mermaid duty” a very tall man said walking around the corner that separates the cell you were in and the crew’s bunks. So, he must be Yunho you thought to yourself, he looked nice but also intimidating at the same time due to his tallness. All you could do was stare up at him as you still couldn’t stand without falling, after a few seconds passed in silence he tilted his head, confusion clearly on his face, “soo, are you planning on getting up or laying there all day?” he asked half joking, “I can’t” was all you simply responded watching to see if his next move would be a dangerous one now that he knows you couldn’t run away. “Oh right! I apologize for my lack of consideration, this is your first time having legs then?” you were taken back from his answer, “yeah, but if you could just lend me a hand I should be fine, just need a little support.” you responded slowly letting your guard down to him as he seems friendly enough, even more so then Seonghwa was. However, when he unlocked the cell, he didn’t just give a hand but just ended up picking you up bridal style so he can get this over with as fast as possible.

"I am lost San" Hongjoong spoke up as soon as they reached the captain's cabin. San observed the man as the ran a hand through his slightly faded red hair and placed his back against the desk. "Why were you even there? Are you trying to give me another reason to send her there?" He said with stress showing deep in his eyes. When San didn’t respond Hongjoong continued, "If I don’t send her to the market, we will have to let her go here and chances of her making it back to her reef alive are nonexistent." He let out a long sigh, "If we kill her it solves nothing and we receive no gain, yet we can’t turn around because of our shipment deadline.... please San, tell me what I should do in this situation?" The captain finished hanging his head slightly. "Firstly, I'm sorry I have caused you this much trouble, even if I had no restraint, I should have fought back. However, after talking to her a bit I believe we should find a way to return her home safely after we complete our shipment deal." San spoke cautiously to his captain, who has now looked up at San, taking in his thoughts on the situation. "I also think we should ask her before deciding her fate ourselves, maybe she wants to risk swimming back on her own, maybe not, but I believe she should have the choice." San finished. "I will speak with her next" Hongjoong voiced after a minute of thought. San nodded before walking to the door, "not so fast, lover boy" San froze hand halfway to the doorknob, "you still haven't given me an answer on why you were passed out next to her. Without ear plugs at that, don’t tell me your intentions were as impure as I am imagining them to be." After a few seconds of silence San responded, eyes still on the door, "Far from it, Joong" yanking the door open San left. "Thank God" the captain sighed letting out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. "The last thing I need is feelings to get in the way of my men." He said to the empty room in front of him.

"You don’t have to carry me everywhere, you know?" You smiled at the boy named Yunho who you have grown very fond of in the short time you've known him. Throughout the morning the only time your feet hit the ground is when you were sitting on something. He joked with you and asked questions about what breathing underwater felt like, and since he couldn't see the air could you see the water. Ultimately, you began to drop your guard even more around him, not fully but more so then anyone else on the ship. "I know." He simply responded with a wink, interrupting your memories from the morning with him. "Last stop, after breakfast, getting a comb through that head of hair, and washing your face and hands." Yunho said verbally listing everything he was told to do with you to make sure nothing was forgotten. "Who’s the unlucky one today" you asked slightly frowning. "I would say me, but unfortunately my clothes would be too big." He responded with a reflection of the frown you gave him not to long ago, as he set you down to sit on his bunk, "How about this, since both mine and Mingi's clothes would be too big and I don’t want to include the Captain for obvious reasons, pick a number between 1 and 5." Yunho suggested with a face saying he was a genius for thinking of such a solution. “mm... 3?" You responded with hopeful eyes. "And the winne- I mean loser is..." he said with playful eyes, "Wooyoung~" Yunho finished, to which you just hung your head and pouted, "I'm in so much trouble" you whispered to yourself so Yunho wouldn't hear. A few minutes later he returned with some black skinny jeans, black boots, and a white blouse. "I'm going to turn around but if you have issues figuring out his complicated clothes let me know, I promise I won’t look." He voiced with a smile and another wink. "Thank you, Yunho." Was all you responded back before successfully dressing yourself on the first try. "What do you think?" You asked signaling it was safe to turn back around, "they fit you nicely, now come here so I can carry you to the captain's cabin."

A muffled come in was heard after Yunho knocked on the Captain’s door. You made Yunho hold your hand on the way there, so he wasn’t seen carrying you around like before. As you entered the room your eyes focused on the floor still feeling guiltily and scared about the situation. After Yunho helped you sit down he gave you an encouraging smile before leaving and shutting the door quietly behind him. “I’m sorry” was the first thing out of the captain’s mouth, leaving you shocked as you finally made eye contact with his worried eyes. You could tell you have caused a deal of stress from his tired stance so early in the morning along with his furrowed brows. When you continued to just stare at the man behind his desk, he spoke up again, “I should’ve let you go yesterday when you were still close to your home, and now you are to far to make it back safely and we can not turn around.” He must have saw your shocked facial expression because when he looked back up to meet your eyes, his features seemed to relax and even let out a low laugh. “so, I’m not going to the market? I have a chance to make it back home?” You asked wide eyes and hope shining in your e/c eyes. “Sort of, that is what I need to discuss with you. I had no intention to send you to the market, but my sense of authority took over and I said the first threatening thing I could think of besides death.” The boy confessed. And from that statement alone you saw he wasn’t what you first assumed he would be, everyone you’ve met has so far. “I am free to leave then?” you asked, “yes, if you believe you can make the swim safely back to your reef.” He replied still maintaining eye contact with you as he walked and sat on the front of his desk facing you. “I’ve never been outside the barriers before.” Defeat heavy in your voice, “but I will try.” “you don’t have to” the captain started, “after we complete this shipment we should be heading back west. Allowing an opportunity for you to return home safely.” “Really! I’m allowed to stay until then?” you replied with all sadness laving your eyes. “Only if you pull your weight, I’m not that hospitable.” He responded, seeming less stressed now that he has figured something out. “one more thing” he returned serious within a second, “you will sleep in here, no wondering around at night, do not go through my stuff, and no seducing anyone. These are my rules, follow them and no issues will arise between us.” “of course, anything you ask I will do.” You responded with confidence.

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gryffindorcls · 5 years ago

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Endgame: Chapter 1 (Totographs and Grotographs)

WARNING: SEASON 3 FINALE SPOILERS

Hello, lovely readers! Strap in and get ready because this is going to be a wild ride!

Welcome to chapter 1 of my ideal season 4 for Miraculous Ladybug. While we will see hints of other ships in this, it is primarily a love-square fic. I am writing this to heal my heart after the season 3 finale.

Enjoy!

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Marinette sat on her bed and stared at the pile of pictures she’d just ripped off her wall. As she carefully removed the images, she placed each one upside down. As much as she still loved Adrien, she didn’t want to look at his face...besides, it was already burned into her mind. The pain was still fresh, and she was doing her best to not make it hurt any more than it already did.

She sniffled and Tikki landed on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” the tiny red being asked with sympathetic eyes.

“No,” she sighed, hanging her head.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be. A lot of things happened really fast.”

The teen choked back a sob. “No, Tikki. Everything changed. EVERYTHING! I keep going between moments where things feel okay and then they’re suddenly not again. I love being Ladybug, but it’s still a lot. We lost Master Fu...I...I don’t know if I’m ready to be the Guardian. I still have to go to school. I still have to help in the bakery. I still have to fight Akumas. I still...I can’t just be a normal kid, can I?”

Tikki hugged her holder’s cheek. “Oh, Marinette...I hate to tell you this, but you were never destined to be ‘normal’. You were chosen for this, and you are one of the strongest wielders I’ve ever had. You are incredible, and now you’re the Guardian.”

“It’s too much. It’s all too much. I need time, but I feel like I don’t have any...and now I’m all alone. I have no one to go to for guidance.”

“I will always be here for you, Marinette, and you can always talk to Chat Noir.”

“But Chat isn’t the Guardian, and I can’t really talk to him about all of this without giving away too much about my identity.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.”

Marinette cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Tikki paused before continuing. “The whole secret identities thing. You weren’t wrong when you said that everything changed. It was never a rule for the Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous wielders to stay hidden from each other forever. That was the doing of a man who was afraid of his past coming back to haunt him. You and Chat are meant to be equal partners, and as the Guardian, it would be beneficial for you to know who he is if there was ever an emergency. This Miracle Box is in your care now. You get to set the rules.”

Something seized inside of Marinette. “Trust me when I say that I’ve thought about it, but I don’t think I can do that right now. I need something to stay the same for a while.”

“I understand. It probably doesn’t help that...well...you know.” Tikki gestured towards the pictures on Marinette’s bed.

“I really don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

“I think I will be, but I need to figure things out first.

“It will all make sense soon.”

Before Marinette could respond, her phone chimed. She looked down at the name attached to the message and smiled.

Luka: You still seemed a little stressed earlier today when we got ice cream. Are you feeling any better?

Marinette: I’m fine. Thank you for asking.

Luka: I’m always here if you need to talk.

Marinette: I know...thank you again. Goodnight!

Luka: Goodnight, Marinette. May you fall asleep to the sweetest melodies in your head.

Marinette sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket. She picked up the photos and walked down the ladder. When her feet landed on the floor, she padded over to her desk, opened a drawer, and buried the pictures beneath several used sketchbooks.

“Are you really sure that you want to do this?” Tikki asked with a worried glance.

Tears began to reform in the corners of Marinette’s eyes. “Yes, Tikki. I need to try and move on. Adrien is with Kagami now, and I don’t want to lose either of them as friends.”

“But you still love him.”

“I know, and I think I always will...but I just want him to be happy. And he was so happy with Kagami. I can’t take that away from him.”

“Are they actually dating each other? I don’t recall hearing anyone say that they were officially a couple.”

Tears began to flow freely down Marinette’s cheeks. “It doesn’t matter! If they’re not dating yet, they will be soon. Did you see how he looked at her? I can’t get in the way of that...I can’t…”

Marinette sunk to the floor and held herself. While sobs racked her body, Tikki nuzzled the top of her holder’s head and hummed.

“I don’t want you to get Akumatized,” Tikki whispered in her ear.

“I hate this! I hate all of this! I can’t even feel sad when I’m upset. I hate Hawkmoth, I hate the Akumas, I hate not being able to be myself! I have to lie to everyone! I’m all alone. I can’t tell anyone about this...I even have Luka telling me that I can talk to him at any time, and I can’t even do that!”

“You should really consider talking to Chat Noir.”

“I TOLD YOU I CAN’T!”

“Yes, you can! He’s your partner. You don’t have to tell him everything...just talk to him about your fears and your feelings. He’s a good person, and he cares about you. If you ask to talk, he will listen.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“I think you’ll find that you can talk to him. You have patrol later...speak with Chat Noir then. You two must be there for each other from now on. You need to be each other’s support systems. It was different when Master Fu was here, but he’s no anymore.”

Marinette’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I know.”

Tikki offered her holder a small smile. “What can I do to help you feel better until you have to go on patrol?”

“I...ummm...actually...I-I need some time to think,” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m...uh...sorry for yelling. Thank you for talking with me. I will...umm...take your suggestion into consideration. I’ll be up on my balcony if you need me.”

The tiny red being nodded and zipped away to her cozy nest of soft fabric scraps and polyfill while her holder climbed out the hatch leading to the balcony. Once there, Marinette wrapped herself in a blanket and sad huddled on a lawn chair. Silent tears continued to streak her face while she stared off into the distance.

A soft breeze gently caressed her face while Marinette took a deep breath and embraced the stillness of the evening. She did her best to put herself into a bubble--to shut out the world around her and focus exclusively on her thoughts and feelings. The world may count on Ladybug to save the day, but Marinette was desperate to find her own safety and security. She’d been thrown into a world of uncertainty, and she was terrified.

With the failing light of day came a sense of closure. The sun was setting on one chapter of her life, and the break of dawn would force her to turn to the next page of her story.

A throbbing fear pulsed through her veins like a dull ache as she gripped the blanket closer to her body. She was responsible for so much now...and she didn’t know if she was ready for all that was to come. The departure of Master Fu ushered in a new reality where Marinette would be looked to for guidance and instruction.

She squeezed her eyes shut and allowed herself to feel. It was a luxury that she was not often given due to the nature of Hawkmoth’s Akumas. In her attempt to control the trepidation that had settled in her gut, she was struck with a sense of familiarity.

A breathy laugh sounded through her next sob as she recalled the day she’d received her Miraculous and thought she was a failure after forgetting to cleanse Stoneheart’s Akuma. The emotions swirling inside her now mirrored the doubt that she felt when her adventure as Ladybug began.

A pair of bright green eyes filled with compassion and understanding flooded her mind as she recalled how she overcame her first hurdle as one of Paris’ beloved superheroes. Her partner’s encouraging words on that day resonated throughout her being and began to fill her with hope for the future.

Marinette let her mind wander. “Maybe Tikki is right...Chat has always been there for me. He was there for me in the beginning, and he was there for me today...every time...I can always count on him...I can…”

“Princess?” a voice questioned, breaking her out of her reverie.

“Chat Noir,” she whispered while seeking solace in his gaze.

, “Are you okay?”

Marinette turned her face away from Chat and hastily wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

“I’m fine,” she croaked.

He took a step closer to her. “No, you’re not.”

“What are you doing here? Doesn’t Chat Noir have something better to do than sit here and talk to someone like me?”

“Well, I have patrol with Ladybug soon, and your house is on the way to our meeting place. That...and it’s my job to make sure that the people of Paris are safe from Akumas...and I think that includes working to prevent citizens from getting Akumatized, as well.”

“I guess...yeah.”

Chat knelt down next to her and placed a comforting hand on her arm. “I’m not leaving until I know that you’re going to be okay. No one cries like that and is happy. I may not be the best at reading people, but you’re making it pretty obvious how you’re feeling right now.”

“But you don’t even know me,” she replied with a trembling lip.

“Oh, contraire, Princess. I think I do. I saw your bravery the day you helped me with the Evillustrator. You extended the hand of friendship to me after your dad was Akumatized. You even tried to cheer me up when I was heartbroken.”

“Okay...I suppose we’re not complete strangers.”

“No, we’re not, and I for one wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. I can always use a friend...well, I have friends, but I don’t really feel like I can tell them everything. Does that make sense?”

Marinette scoffed. “More than you know.”

Chat backed away and leaned against the railing. “So...would you like to tell me what’s wrong? I have two ears that are willing to listen if it’ll make you feel better.”

Thoughts raced through Marinette’s mind as she basked in the sincerity behind Chat Noir’s expression. “He can’t know yet...I’m not ready...I just need more time. Don’t give anything away, but you need to say something. Just...just tell him…”

“There’s so much...I-I don’t really know where to start,” she said with a shrug.

He nodded. “Okay, I get that. Trust me. I’ve been there, and it’s okay to feel overwhelmed. Maybe...try to pick one thing. What was it that broke the camel’s back? What upset you to the point that you felt like you had to come outside?”

“The thought of talking to you...wait, you can’t tell Chat that. Try something else...I don’t want to lie...SAY SOMETHING, MARINETTE.”

“A boy,” she finally mumbled.

“Oh.” Chat turned his head away. “Is it the same boy as last time?”

Memories of Adrien flooded her mind and a new wave of pain filled her gut. She’d been so careful all day. She’d removed his pictures from her wall in an attempt to erase the need to dwell on what she’d seen. Until this moment, she’d been trying to ignore the ache that came with the sudden loss of Adrien as an available love interest. She’d been using the sadness from saying goodbye to Master Fu to keep her heart from completely shattering, but now that she’d started talking about her crush, her heart was falling to pieces.

“Yes.” Her lip trembled as she tried to hold back tears.

Without warning, the floodgates opened once again, and Marinette was reduced to a puddle of heartache. She curled up on the lawn chair and smashed her face into the blanket. Each sob felt like a knife in her chest, and soon it became hard to breathe.

Just as she began gasping for air, two strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight. The warmth coming from Chat’s body and the steady beating of his heart alleviated the pressure on her chest. As her breathing returned to normal, she melted into his embrace.

“It’s just like the hug from before...when I was sad during the Akuma battle.”

“You give magic hugs,” she mumbled into his suit.

He chuckled. “I’m glad I could do something. Princess, I don’t ever want to see you cry like that again.”

“I can’t promise that I won’t...Chat...I...he…” Marinette could feel a fresh batch of tears brimming along her eyelid.

Chat squeezed her tighter against his chest. “Shhhh...no, it’s okay. It’ll all be okay. Please don’t cry again. You don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“It’s all so new...he loves someone else, and I let him go. The worst part is...I still have to see him all the time. He doesn’t even know that I am...was...am? I don’t know...AM...I don’t think it’ll ever go away. He doesn’t know how I feel. I love him with everything inside of me, and I have to figure out how to move on. I just want him to be happy.”

“Wow.” Chat released Marinette and shook his head. “I guess we’re both trying that whole ‘moving on’ thing, huh?”

Marinette wiped her face with the back of her hand and furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about?”

“No, Princess. I don’t want to talk about my own love problems. This is about you, not me.”

“Chat...I think I could use a distraction from my own problems.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “Umm...Ladybug has made it abundantly clear that she doesn’t want to be with me...romantically. Another girl tried to kiss me today, and I kind of freaked out...but I don’t know...maybe I’ll try dating her?”

Marinette suddenly felt funny hearing Chat talk about another girl, but she quickly pushed the sensation away. “Is there a reason why you freaked out?”

“I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

“You seemed to be ready to have a relationship with Ladybug.”

“That’s different...Ladybug is...different. When I’m with her, I feel complete. A life without her is like a life without oxygen, but this other girl told me that she loved me...and it’s kind of nice to feel loved. I don’t get a lot of that...and she’s nice, and I’m trying. However, I can’t help but feel like something is missing when I’m with her. It’s as if I can’t be myself.”

“Can I be honest?”

“I would love it if you were honest.”

Marinette smiled. “Chat, you deserve to be with someone who loves you for all that you are. You might be goofy and reckless sometimes, but there is never a moment that you are not brave, kind, or loyal.”

He smirked. “And how would you know that I’m brave, kind, and loyal?”

“Because I’ve seen you in action. Not just on the Ladyblog, but in person...remember?”

“Yeah...I guess so. Thanks. I just don’t know what to do right now. I want to be happy, but I just don’t know if this is the way to make it happen.”

“Ummm...maybe try a date or two with this girl? See how it goes? Maybe it’ll help you move on.”

“There’s a part of me...well, a large part of me...that doesn’t want to move on. Is it really fair to this other girl to be with her when I’m hopelessly in love with Ladybug?”

“Maybe it’s not hopeless,” Marinette mumbled.

“Woah...where did that come from? Don’t give him false hope.” She quickly brushed the thought away.

He scrunched his face. “Huh?”

“Uh...what I meant was...try things out with the other girl, and umm...try to find happiness?”

“But what if things don’t work out?” He hung his head.

Seeing the pained expression on her partner’s face tugged hard at her heartstrings. Marinette hated seeing Chat with a frown on his face because he seemed like the kind of person who should be happy all the time. She knew that he deserved happiness.

The more that she got to know Chat, the more she started to understand what his civilian life might be like. There were more than enough occasions that he’d said something concerning, but today she saw just how lonely he must be.

If anything, he kind of reminded her of Adrien...a person who chose to be kind despite terrible circumstances. If she couldn’t make Adrien happy, then maybe she could focus her energy on helping Chat Noir.

Marinette got up, walked over to Chat, and placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Well, if it doesn’t work out, you’re always welcome to come here and eat cookies with me.”

He perked up. “Wait...do you really mean that?”

“I do. I could always use another friend, too. Why not get to know one of the heroes of Paris a little bit better?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re amazing, Marinette?”

“Adrien did.”

She sighed. “Yes, but it’s still nice hearing it from you.”

They stood in silence until Chat jumped, grabbed his baton, and looked at the screen. “Oh, no...I’m...uh...I have to go. A lot happened today, and I have patrol soon. I can’t be late. I...umm...are you okay?”

Marinette wrapped her arms around him and gave him the warmest embrace she could muster. “Yes, I’m going to be just fine...thanks to you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“So...is the invitation to come back and talk only there if my love life crashes and burns or…”

“Chat Noir, you are welcome to come here whenever you want so long as it is a decent hour.”

He smiled. “Alright...I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Princess. Have a wonderful night. I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll see you soon.” She waved as he bounded off across the rooftops.

Within seconds of his departure, Marinette climbed back into her bedroom and called for her Kwami.

“Well, that sure was a surprise!” the tiny red being said enthusiastically.

“Yeah...maybe this will be a good thing. He can get to know me before I reveal myself to him.”

“So you’ve decided to tell him! I’m so proud of you, Marinette!”

“Not just yet...I still need…time. But now that I’ve talked to Chat Noir, I think I’m ready to go talk to him again...as Ladybug. I think it’s time to start being honest with my partner. It’s the only way we’re going to get through all of this.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that! I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

For the first time all day, Marinette felt a wave of confidence surge through her body. “TIKKI, SPOTS ON!”

Next —> (Coming Soon)

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gorillazgal86 · 5 years ago

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Five Fave Fics

@improfem very kindly tagged me! Thank you darling!

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I’m tagging: @improfem (now you’re tagged XD), @hiphopanonymousao3 , @focusfixated, @coloursflyaway , @marveliciousfanace

[Podfic] Sorrow and Sighs and Mickle Care (Explicit -- CHECK THE TAGS!!!)

Based on Vitreous_Humor’s fic, I am crazy proud of this podfic and it was such a different characterisation for Crowley/Aziraphale and I LOVED voicing the original demon character, Medoc (with whom I harbour a probably unhealthy obsession).

Summary: It wasn't fair, he thought. It wasn't fair that Aziraphale could give him everything he wanted, everything he had hoped and dreamed of and longed for for six thousand years and that Crowley couldn't do the same. No, not couldn't.Was refused.And Satan, did Crowley hate being refused.---Aziraphale's a sadist, Crowley's not a masochist, and Crowley comes up with possibly the worst solution for this issue.

Bird of Paradise (Explicit, co-written with @improfem)

While I have so thoroughly enjoyed writing all the Plenteous Crop series and the exploration of the complex emotions behind love and sex that the series has hinged on, this one really stuck with me. I am fascinated by the push and pull and simmering jealously and frustration Crowley and Aziraphale feel and that coming together isn’t always a smooth or straight line and not even an angel or demon are above their baser instincts and raw emotion. I can’t speak more highly enough of my wonderful co-author and I’m continuously amazed at what we’ve been able to create together, it’s a real blessing to have someone I click with creatively.

Summary: "Crowley has no right to barge into his space like this, looking exactly as he does, the perfectly form fitting band of the trousers, slung far too low to be considered decent only drawing attention to those perfectly slim hips. So Aziraphale tears his eyes away from the sight, focusing instead on the shelf of books behind Crowley. //Vile tempter,// Aziraphale thinks, certain that Crowley is finding this role very amenable indeed, there were certainly more difficult ways to earn a soul, than traipsing about as a sultan's favourite, spoiled and pampered, adored beyond what was reasonable."

[Podfic] Pray for Us, Icarus (Teen+)

This is based on @brightwanderer‘s absolutely exquisite (and in my opinion, required reading for Good Omens fandom) series was the first big podfic project I took on and I learned so much over the course of the 7 stories about what I could do as a performer and narrator. It was a complete change in tone from what I’d typically record and my only regret is I hadn’t fully smoothed out my audio set up and it deserved better from a technical standpoint. I may go back and “remix” it at some point.

Summary: For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

Birds (General Audiences)

Oh this little sleeper of a fic. There are great elements of this that were quite personal, the first 3 years of my own relationship were long distance (US to UK kinda distance) and those days are blessedly far behind me, this was playing around with what that was like through Aziraphale’s eyes and the little habits and routines one can get into to distract from the missing part of yourself.

Summary: It was easiest when time and circumstance had put considerable distance between himself and Crowley. The angel would develop a routine and as years turned to decades and decades to centuries, the serpent-shaped hole in his life would grow smaller and easier to plaster over. It was when the demon stormed into his existence unexpectedly, ripping open the wound that hadn’t quite stitched together, that the illusion of satisfaction at Crowley’s absence slipped rapidly away.

[Podfic] let the rivers fill (Explict)

This is my first podfic, based on @focusfixated‘s gorgeous fic. I hadn’t recorded anything before this, ever, picked up a cheap microphone and got to work in working out how to edit audio. It’s the only time thus far I’ve included music, which added significantly to the learning curve. @focusfixated was so supportive and encouraging and really drove home how important author support is when recording podfic (by no means required, but it made the experience so much more for it). This is another one I’d love to remix now that I’m considerably more clever with editing. This one will have a special place always.

Summary: “Darling,” Aziraphale answered. “I’m here.” His hand stroked through Crowley’s hair, teasing out the snarls of red that tangled around his fingers, matted with sweat and knotted where Crowley had thrashed his head against the pillows. “Can you turn over for me, love?”Weakly, Crowley’s eyes flickered down, and he saw the angel blushing, as if now, suddenly, of all things, he had succumbed to reticence. He was sat back on his knees, and the soft accordion folds of him were dewy with sweat and moonlight. His heart constricting somewhere in his useless chest, Crowley turned over, and spread his legs.

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tsukihimeyfan · 5 years ago

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To Undertale

In honor of its 4 year anniversary, I would like to talk a bit about Undertale (I know I’m a bit late, but bear with me). Apologies ahead of time for the long post, and to anyone who reads it in its entirety; thank you. Also thank you very much to Toby Fox for giving birth to this masterpiece that has touched all of us so much :) I will be discussing several important details in the story, so SPOILER ALERT (just in case)

I came upon Undertale very late. It had already been out for about a year when I first heard about it, but everyone said such wonderful things and I was curious, so I decided to watch a playthrough on youtube, just to sate my curiosity. But Oh Man, I was not prepared for what I found: a gorgeous soundtrack, dozens of memorable characters, an amazing story, an incredible journey, and a veritable fountain of feelings sprouting in my heart. I fell in love.

For at least several weeks afterwards, the words “stay determined”, “everyone can be better if they just try” and “despite everything, it’s still you” bounced around in my head. Also, the idea that “even if its painful, even if you are going through a hard time, you can always choose to be kind, and happiness can always be found there, for others as well as yourself” became embedded in my soul. Even now, thinking about the True Pacifist ending fills me with joy. It was only fairly recently that I finally completed my own playthrough of the game, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that there were still many little secrets to uncover (for example, did you know that the “gauntlet of deadly terror” bridge is just a rock formation that Papyrus painted over to make it more dramatic? He also added the rope for safety LOL😂)

The best part of the game, in my opinion, are the main characters. They are all more complex than they appear, they all have their struggles, and I would like to talk a bit about my opinions and theories about all of them.

Let us start from the beginning and talk about everyone’s favorite goatmom, Toriel. Of course, we all know her sadness at the death of her children, new and old, but if we really think about it there are signs that the situation may have been even worse than it seems... Namely, the shoe box in the room Toriel prepares for Frisk. If you check it, it says there are several shoes “in a disparity of sizes”. Presumably, these are the shoes left behind by the human children before they left the ruins, but they surely didn’t leave the ruins barefoot, right? And if they only stayed with Toriel for a day or so like Frisk does then she wouldn’t have had the opportunity or the need to go out and get some for them. This implies that each human child that fell probably stayed with Toriel for a while, long enough for her to need to buy them new shoes, maybe even because they outgrew their original pair. This, in turn, means that she had a chance to really get to know them, take care of them, and love them, unlike Frisk, who she only took care of for a little while before we leave. This might explain why she is so angry at Asgore, why it is unlikely that she will ever forgive him. If this is true, he not only killed random innocent human children that she didn’t really know, which is bad enough on its own, he might have killed her children, children she treasured. This also explains why she is so obsessive about protecting Frisk from everything and keeping them in the ruins no matter the cost. And yet, despite her pain, her “loneliness and her fear”, she still is one of the most gentle, kind and caring characters you meet, even willing to try to prevent Asgore’s death as well as Frisk’s. Toriel is best goatmom <3

Then we meet the star of the True Pacifist run (especially if you call him often); the Great Papyrus! He is my second favorite character for good reason. He is so much fun from the very beginning. Although he might appear to be a bit narcissistic at first, you quickly realize that in truth he is just lonely and desperate to impress in a misguided attempt to make more friends. Even so, he is always attentive to the feelings of his friends and tries his best to make them feel better. His relationship with Undyne is also quite adorable, and there are signs that he knows more than he lets on about everything (he is at the very least great at gauging the emotional state of people and manipulating them a little to push them towards self improvement, as Frisk’s date with Undyne and his warning about Alphys can demonstrate). Also, the way he always tries to believe the best of people, even in the worst circumstances or when he is scared, is truly admirable. I really love that precious cinnamon roll

Then there is Sans. Oh my god, Sans. He steals the show in the genocide route, truly. He is my favorite character of all, and there are so many things about him you don’t find out if you don’t dig deeper and talk to several people. First of all, he is a wonderful brother. Although he always teases Papyrus, he does his best to cheer him up all the time (for example, in the Genocide route he says that Junior Jumble is the hardest, even though in other routes he says its the crossword, just to make Papyrus feel a bit better when the human refuses to play along with his puzzles), he pays the bills for the house, he probably gave Papyrus his action figures (Papyrus tells you santa gave them to him, but there is a thank you letter to santa in Sans’ room), he made sure Papyrus’ room was super cool and comfortable when he doesn’t even have a bed frame himself, he was probably the one who bought Papyrus his car on the surface (one of the guys at Grillby’s tells you that he spends most of his time checking out car magazines), he helped him build his sentry station and battle body, and he reads him bed time stories every night. Second of all, although he seems to be a comic relief character at first, he is struggling with major depression (you can find out that he is eating less, he doesn’t sleep much at all at night, he feels hopeless all the time, he seems fatigued all day, and he doesn’t see a point in doing anything at all) and is probably using humor to cope. Finally, there is Sans’ heroism as well as his tragedy: he is one of the only characters who is aware of the resets. First he had to live through Flowey’s endless resets, when he first befriended everyone and then proceeded to kill them all in a variety of ways, presumably being the one to stop him from getting the human souls several times (Flowey tells you that Sans has caused him “more than his fair share of resets”). Then there is YOU, who manage to free the monsters, begrudgingly earn his trust/friendship, and then rip it all away (even worse, he is completely aware of your betrayal; if you reset after a True Pacifist ending, you can find a picture of Frisk smiling happily with all of your friends together, and the only time such a picture is taken is when you all make it to the surface, so he certainly knows that you freed everyone and then returned them to the darkness for your curiosity). And yet despite all of that, despite knowing that fighting you is pointless (especially since he can tell every time he kills you and you load your save file), despite not having hope anymore that he will one day see the sun and remain under its light, he still fights you fiercely on the genocide route, again and again, employing all of his considerable power, but not for himself (he doesn’t hope for anything anymore after all); its because he still wants his brother and his friends to have a better future, because he knows that if you win the world will end and no one will ever return, because he still wants you to reset so that everyone will come back and have another chance at happiness, no matter how brief. Jesus christ, this character gives me all of the feels. I love him so much

As for Undyne, I love how she seems so rough but is actually very sweet to her friends and loved ones, and she cares so much for her fellow monsters, always trying her best for their sake. Also, her crush on Alphys is the cutest thing ever, particularly if you take the time to call her often (you’d be surprised how often she talks about Alphys. Papyrus also tries to encourage her several times to be honest with her feelings, and their dynamic is frankly the best mentor-student relationship I’ve ever seen)

In the case of Flowey, I really like how he is a sort of reflection of the player ingame, especially for those who chose to go through the genocide route (“‘I don’t like this’, I told myself, ‘I’m just doing this because I have to see what happens’ Hahaha, what an excuse!”). And the Asriel twist was truly masterfully executed.

I really empathize with Alphys in a lot of ways, since I struggle with social anxiety myself. Her journey to overcome her self hatred and be honest about her mistakes is really touching. I love how her friends understand that she only had the best of intentions at heart and continue to stand by her when she comes clean about what she did. Friendship can really make all the difference in the world for those of us who are struggling like her in one way or another. Her apparent suicide if you kill Mettaton or Undyne, her pillars of support, is one of the saddest things in the game I think. I also really admire how during genocide she presumably opens up the true lab for the evacuating monsters despite her fears, and if you abandon the genocide route in Hotland she takes charge in order to protect all monsters in Undyne’s stead

When we first meet him, my opinion of Mettaton is the same as Undyne’s; “I don’t really like that guy, but I admire his lifestyle”. However, I really enjoyed his growth as a character after Frisk beats him and his fans remind him of what is truly important. He becomes so much more supportive of his friends, and I really like how he always stays true to who he is, even going so far as to find the body/look that perfectly represented how he felt inside, and later encouraged others to do the same (like giving that one lion his dress)

Finally, we come to one of the most interesting characters, even though they are rarely mentioned and not really seen except in the ending of the genocide route: Chara. Truthfully, I think they are often misunderstood because the biggest impression they make is in said ending, when they take control of Frisk and destroy the world. However, I do not believe Chara was inherently evil. After all there are clear indications that Chara is the narrator of the game (the most obvious being the mirrors in Genocide). They tell you that your determination awakened them from death, and I believe that their spirit becomes attached to yours at the beginning of your adventure, which would explain how you, a human new to the underground, can understand the monsters that can’t speak normally like the Froggits and the snails (notice that their text starts with a noise they make, like “ribbit”, and what they actually mean is in parenthesis) as well as the ancient writing on the walls. After all, Chara lived in the underground long enough to become a sibling to Asriel and become known by all the monsters, it would make sense for them to have learned their language, and then they translate for you. This would also mean that all the funny commentary whenever you check an object or a monster comes from Chara. Also Chara being the narrator would explain why they go silent at one point or another during the battles with Asgore and Toriel (when the description says only “...”). Many people argue that their plan to cross the barrier with Asriel and kill humans means they were evil, but I do not think so, even if they did hate humanity. After all, if they only wanted the power to kill humans they could have killed one of the Dreemurs in their sleep, taken their soul and crossed the barrier with it. Instead, they killed themselves, gave Asriel their soul in order to break the barrier and made a plan to free all of their monster friends and family. Death from buttercup poisoning is not an easy one either (it includes bloody diarrhea, abdominal pain and blistering of the intestines); they had to suffer in terrible agony for days in order to achieve their goal, all for their monster family. People also argue that the fact that they laughed after accidentally poisoning Asgore means they did it on purpose or enjoyed causing him pain, but Undertale shows us many times that sometimes you laugh when the only thing you want to do is cry. There is also this during the fight with the Snowy amalgamate which proves my point: (look below) . Finally, during the battle with Asriel in True Pacifist, you use your memories with your friends in order to save them, but you don’t know Asriel at all, so how do you save him? The answer is simple: Chara shares their memories of him with you, and since they are the narrator, they are also the one who encourages you to use the last of your power to save your friends. In conclusion, I think in the beginning Chara is just a slightly bitter, slightly misguided, sometimes unnecessarily violent child who tried to do their best to protect those they loved, even though in hindsight it might not have been with a good method. In many ways, they remind me of Undyne (specially after MK says that maybe she is mean, not cool, in the True Pacifist ending. That really breaks my heart, when I think about all she has done for monsters in general and MK in particular in other routes. It would also explain why Chara seems to admire her so much, calling her a heroine in every route and seeming horrified by the state of her body when she is killed in neutral routes). This means that what they become in the Genocide route is because of you, and they even tell you so at the end (you are the one who makes them think the only meaning of their reincarnation is acquiring power). It makes sense that seeing everyone they know and love being killed systematically right in front of them would twist them, turn them into something they were never meant to be in order to cope with what is happening. Also, Sans does say that gaining LV causes you to feel less and hurt others more easily. Your actions take that well-intentioned but misguided child and turn them into a demon.

I am so in love with these characters that I cannot do a Genocide route myself. I only know about it from watching playthroughs but I don’t have the heart to destroy their happiness. I only ever did a single run, without resetting once, all the way up to True Pacifist. I like to think that in some universe where they are real, they are living happily on the surface, Sans has had the chance to restore his lost hopes, and resets are no more.

I would also like to thank the Undertale fandom for giving me a home, and so many wonderful ideas to explore. Since Deltarune practically confirms that the Multiverse exists in canon, the possibilities are endless, and the amount of detail and dedication you guys have devoted to building those other realities is truly outstanding. I specially love Underfell, Aftertale (and its close relative Errortale), Underswap, Handplates, Endertale, and Underverse/Xtale. To their creators, thank you for the ideas, the art, and the possibilities. And most of all, thank you Toby Fox for starting us all on this wonderful journey.

And to all my fellow fans: Remember, Always Stay Determined ♥️

#undertale #stay determined #happy anniversary #despite everything it's still you #toby fox #thyf rambles

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