#the internship yoyo

[s4tvrnsays]

Finally got around to drawing Élodie! The last artwork i did makes her look scary lol but shes a cutie pie trust me.

Some info about her:

She does ballet. She dislikes it though, and only does it because she’s forced to. She doesn’t want to be under the spotlight doing the jumps and twirls. Rather, she wants to be the one behind the camera lens, the one over the keyboard writing article after article about ballet.

Her hobby is photography. Her parents dont approve, but her older brother helps her out by getting her an early internship at the magazine where he works. Through this internship is where she will first meet adrien.

She’s a mean ass bitch lol. Has absolutely zero friends because she hates everyone at school. Alya specifically hates her the most because when she came up to Élodie to ask her if she wanted to help her with the school paper (since she knows the girl also likes journalism), Élodie just gave her a rude look and walked away, earning alyas scorn ever since haha

This isnt just some quirk, its one of her biggest problems, along with her temper. She sees people as nuisances and beneath her, ignoring the fact that she needs people in her life. Her journey —aided by her kwami— will be to be truer to herself, and learn tolerance and altruism, and be more accepting of people’s friendship.

Her favorite thing in the world is chocolate. Its an actual obsession, something her parents dont approve of (shocker) because she “has to keep her figure”. But she ignores them, and keeps a stash of it on her at all times.

The second picture is what i think she’d look like if she switched her miraculous (Élodie says she hates the bows but the girly girl inside her is jumping for joy).

Alternate Universe details under the cut!

So basically, élodie is from my enhance mlb au thats been spinning in my head recently. It’s basically a mix of early seasons miraculous and concept mlb.

It’s unlikely that this will ever be anything but a concept au bc i have commitment issues but-

Here are the things i changed/added (when it comes to the heroes):

I always thought that lb’s miraculous ladybug power shouldnt be exclusive to her, so i removed it in favor of bringing back her concept powers (the shapeshifting yoyo). In the case of cn, i gave him his old power of black hole because why the hell does he have one power????

But this poses a problem— who will cleanse the akumas? Thats where élodie comes in!

For context, in this au Ladybug and Chat Noir are WAYYYY more chaotic:

Ladybug is still the planner, but her plans are way crazier and confusing to carry out. She gets so caught up in her imagination and idea of a plan, that she fails to consider what might happen if it goes wrong.

Chat Noir is more destructive, more trigger happy with his cataclysm. He finally gets to be free of his dad breathing down his neck and he’ll he damned if he won’t enjoy it!

Élodie as Cigognelle will be the mediator between them. She makes sure the balance is kept, and that they dont blow up the world while theyre trying to save it. That is the purpose of the crane miraculous. It has the power of reguvination and longevity. The balance is preserved, lengthened, and anomalies are corrected.

Its power of increasing its holder’s lifespan made it a favorite of guardians, including Master Fu.

Its kwami, Xiann, is wise and all knowing, often picking his own holders. He sees potential in them, and aids them into becoming true cranes — true upholders of the balance between creation and destruction.

To summarize, here are the big 3’s powers. There will be primary, secondary, and passive powers for each.

Ladybug:

Primary: Lucky Charm, gives the holder clues to help them win the battle. Same as the og.

Secondary: bug bomb/shield/staff. Its in the name, the holder can transform the yoyo into one of these weapons. They can only transform it once each battle, so ladybugs must carefully choose which one will aid them. This doesn’t mean it cant go back to its og form, just that it cant turn into a bomb AND a shield in the same battle.

Passive: grants good luck to its holder. No downsides, ladybugs really are just blessed.

Oh and for fun lets give them side effects.

Side effect: holders become far more tired in the winter, sleeping longer.

Black Cat:

Primary: Cataclysm, destroys anything the holder touches, turning it into dust. Also no change.

Secondary: Black hole. The black cat holder can teleport objects from one black hole to the next. Only two black holes can be present at the same time.

Passive: grants bad luck to its holder. This causes a lot of strife for the holders, but once they learn to accept their miraculous the bad luck will lessen, though never fading.

Side effect: black cats become more nocturnal after becoming the holders of this miraculous, and may or may not have a strange fascination with small, moving objects…. (They have enough self restraint to not chase after them though…)

Crane:

Primary: Ameliorate, which heals all damage caused by unnatural forces, such as kwami powers. However, if the damage from the fight happened too long ago, it will be considered a part of the natural environment, and will only restore future damage up to that point.

Secondary: Gust. Allows the holders to create powerful wind gusts with a flap of their “wings”. Only three gusts can be created each battle (because i had to give this power a downside)

Passive: extends its holder’s lifespan by 20 and up to 40 years. Depending on how long it takes the crane holder to become a true crane, their life span will either increase by a bit (if they learn sooner) or by a BUNCH (if its later).

Side effect: lying becomes way harder, and honesty — especially to oneself — will be all that the holders can say. Also, cranes often find themselves becoming more sociable after gaining their miraculous, which is often a shock since most cranes start of as quite antisocial.

All three can cleanse akumas but only the crane can restore damage !

And thats all!!

This formatting was horrible but i didnt plan any of this, its all word vomit LOL. If you have any thoughts about this, or any way my au can be improved (bc im really trying to make sure all protagonists get equal importance and care, i don’t want Cigognelle to be a mary sue lol) please make a comment! I dont have anyone thinking this up with me, its all from my noggin, so feedback is always welcome!

[tweenw]

Sunrise-(Stuart Twombly)

Characters: OC, Billy, Neha, Nick, Yo-Yo, Lyle, Graham, Stuart and (Y/N).

Warnings: none

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Word Count: 3718

Summary: just a mini fic about the movie The Internship I wrote for fun :)(some of you guys also requested it, so here it is, Teen Wolf imagine should be up tomorrow) Guys wooo this is finally up, I didn’t know if I should post it since I’m writing a Stuart fanfic on Wattpad anyway, but here it is :)

I watch with a sinking feeling in my stomach as everyone around me parts ways and joins up to form small groups they’ll be working with for the rest of this internship. My friends also disperse, not even bothering to call me into their group. I frown a little. They probably brought me here just to make fun of my lack of social skills and see how badly I’ll fail. Well, this internship is going amazing so far.

I came here to get a new job, yes, but also to make some new friends. And so far I’m all alone. 

I look around the room and notice a boy with a blue beanie and thick-rimmed glasses sitting alone on his phone. A thought passes through my mind, maybe he doesn’t have a team either? There’s only one way to find out.

I stand up and smooth my skirt down, before picking up my backpack and walking to sit down next to him with a small smile. He looks up from his phone with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, I’m (Y/N). You don’t have a team either, I take it?” I ask and offer another smile. He looks really cute, there are a few moles littering his pale face which make his look cuter and unique. He’s unlike the other stuck-up guys here. Like that guy Graham, who I swear has a stick up his ass. 

“I’m Stuart, and no, I don’t.” He nods a little before looking back down at his phone. I furrow my eyebrows a little at how disinterested he looks. He’s the type who would spend him last dying moments checking Instagram probably. 

Well, okay then. I take my own phone out and mimic his position, one leg crossed over at the ankle and one hand on my lap. I scroll through Tumblr and watch him out of the corner of my eyes. He doesn’t notice.

“Take it you’re a phone type of guy.” I say, sarcasm evident. He just grunts and doesn’t even look up. With a sigh, I give up on small talk and go back to my phone. If we miraculously end up on a team together, I swear I will annoy him as much as possible until he cracks and has a conversation with me that lasts longer that 5 seconds and involves actual words instead of grunts.

“Okay, you two, you two, and you two, come here.” A young guy with glasses exclaims and points to me and Stuart, as well as four other people. Two guys who look like they could be the CEO’s of this place and another girl with long brown hair who’s with a guy who has oddly shaped eyebrows. They look a little confused before coming to stand next to us. ‘

Stuart look up from his phone and gives me a questioning look. I just shrug and look up at the guy who called them over. 

“Okay, so my name’s Lyle, and I’ll be your mentor of sorts. Your leader, your boss, your ring leader, your inciter, your top dog, your-” Lyle starts to act all hip, his body swaying like Snoop Dogg’s when he’s had a few spliffs. He gets interrupted by the older blond guy who looks creeped out. 

“Alright Lil Wayne, we get it. I’m Nick, and this is my friend since the medieval ages, Billy.” He introduces his friend, and looks at the other girl to pick up where he left from. 

She looks around with a small smile. “I’m Neha and you’re really weird. Also are you guys related?” The girl looks at Lyle witch wide eyes before pointing at Stuart and I. We’re both sitting the exact same way. Literally. Stuart looks at me with a ‘really?’ look before shaking his head at her. 

I roll my eyes. “I’m (Y/N), and this is Stuart. He doesn’t talk much, often communicates with grunts and inaudible noises. I’m sure he’s smart when he decides to talk though.” I smile at the group. They nod and look at the other guy. He’s Chinese and just replies with ‘Yo-Yo’ before looking at the rest of us expectantly. Like we know what to do. 

“Okay, I’ll take you to your pod, your nest, your studio, where you’ll be working while you’re here in the whack-o house. So follow me.” Lyle sways his whole body again before walking down a couple of hallways. Stuart and I both exchange a weird look at how our ‘mentor’ is acting. He’s definitely weird, but I guess weird is good. It’s much better than having a boring and dis-interested ‘boss’. 

As Stuart stands up, I grab a hold his beanie and run past him as a chorus of protests follows me. I dodge a few people as I try put his beanie on and run into the pod Lyle pointed to at the same time. I barely dodge the clear glass door before I make it in and collapse on a beanbag in the corner, slightly out of breath. God help my poor physique. I need to hit the gym instead of Pizza Hut.

I watch with a small smile as the group comes into the pod with grins on their faces at how annoyed Stuart looks. Speaking of him, he walks in next, a small pout in place. It’s quite adorable, actually. He looks like a child who got his ball taken from him. In this case, a child who got his phone taken away.

I pout back extra hard, and for a second I think he’s going to storm over and take his beanie back with a few of my hairs he might pull out in the process. But no, he just ruffles his hair and sits down in the beanbag next to me with an eye-roll and a huff, looking at his phone once again. 

A small smile of victory appears as I look at Stuart. Maybe we’ll end up being friends after all. 

“Watch out!” Stuart yells as I bump into him with my hot chocolate. Some of it spills onto his button-up and if looks could kill, I would have been gone the first day of this internship. 

I look at him apologetically and set my hot chocolate down before beginning to wipe his shirt down with the napkins I have with me. My hands shake a little, probably from the lack of sleep and amounts of stress this internship has brought along. I sigh in frustration and keep rubbing the stains in his shirt vigorously until I hear him hiss in pain and step back from me. 

I look up at him with wide eyes, realizing that I had probably hurt him. Oh god that was the least of my intentions. I back away a little and shake my head. “I’m so sorry.” I mumble before taking off in the opposite direction of the confused Stuart. 

The past few weeks have been so hectic and nerve-wrecking and just full of pent up emotion. We’ve had our asses handed to us by Graham’s team on multiple occasions, there’s been a lot of arguing between our group lately, and I’ve gotten a crush on the emotionally incompetent Stuart Twombly. So my emotional ass has had just about enough. 

I walk into our little pod and plop in the corner beanbag. It’s sort of became my beanbag since we came here. Luckily, the pod is empty so I don’t have to deal with questions on why I look like I’ve been run over by a bus. Truth be told, I stopped trying to look impressive and wearing dresses with heels to look presentable about a week into the internship. It was too tiring.

I rest my head against the glass wall and take in a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I mentally count to 10, before opening my eyes. I need to stop acting like I’m an 80 year old who’s tired of everything.

My eyes wander to the door of the pod where Stuart is leaning against the door frame with a slight frown. 

I offer him a light smile in attempts to ward him off. If he thinks I’m calm now he’ll leave me alone. Plus, he’s not good at dealing with people, only shutting them out from what I’ve found out.

Though as he makes his way into the pod and squats in front of me, my hopes vanish. He looks at me with a slight frown, before removing his blue beanie and putting it on my head. Once he adjusts it, he smiles slightly at his work. 

“Billy and Nick arranged a little outing tonight, and they told me to tell you the details” He smiles a little and sits cross-legged in front of me. I look at him curiously. He doesn’t seem bothered about the hot chocolate stains, or me running off, or us alone right now. He looks more relaxed than I’d ever seen him before. That sight alone relaxes me a little.

“I bet you by the end of their ‘outing’ Yo-Yo will have only 1 eyebrow left.” I chuckle a little and shake my head. The poor boy must have went through some seriously tough punishments incorporated by his strict mother. 

Stuart chuckles and nods. “Probably, yeah. Anyway, it’s just getting together for some food and maybe exploring the town. We’re all meeting here at 6.” He smiles, before standing up and offering his hand to help me up. I blush a little and take it. 

“Thanks for the beanie, and also I am extremely sorry for that shirt.” I smile sheepishly at him. That may or may not have been my brightest moment. But that’s what you get when you have slides at the workplace and people come at you out of nowhere.

“It’s okay, though let’s not make it a habit. But you could do with some relaxation.” He jokes, before rubbing the back of his head and walking out of the pod. A huge smile appears on my face.

When Nick and Billy said they wanted to have a little ‘outing’, I was expecting a buffet and maybe a cinema trip. But now that I’m surrounded by half-naked women and lap-dances, I don’t know why I’m not surprised. It’s Billy and Nick after all.

Our little group sits in the corner booth, shots covering the entire table. Yo-Yo’s probably seeing triple by now, poor guy. But it’s not like we pressured him into downing like 8 shots in a row, one after the other. It’s really a miracle that he’s not projectile vomiting yet. 

I myself have had quite a few shots of god knows what, but only enough to give me a buzz and make me all giddy and jumpy. That’s the type of drunk that’s the best.

“I’m going into that water tank!” I yell over at the group before grabbing Neha’s hands and dragging her with me. We both laugh at the absurd idea, but still go up to the girl in the tank and ask if she can let us in. For a second I think we’ll get rejected, but she just smiles at us before dragging us in and closing the door so no water gets out. 

I’m glad that the water is warm and not cold, because that would have made me regret my decision. Neha starts dancing like there’s no tomorrow, grinding on the glass and floor and anything she can get her hands on, including me. Okay, so maybe she’s had slightly more to drink than I did.

We both copy some of the moves the strippers are doing, and I’m surprised neither of us fall down. But I’m having fun, which is the most important thing. 

I take off my flannel which leaves me in a tank top and begin to sway my hips ‘Gimme Gimme’ by Britney. I flip my hair all over the place and for a second I truly feel like a stripper. I let that thought slide and grind against the girl who’s name I learned is Crystal.

Stuart’ P.O.V

(Y/N). The girl with a strange addiction to garlic bread and a smile which could melt Putin’s heart. (Y/N), the girl who looks more like a stripper in that water tank than the actual stripper. I can’t help but look over at her, the way her body’s moving is downright sinful. 

“The world looks much better 3 inches up, doesn’t it?” Nick slides next to me and points to (Y/N) and Neha who are grinding against each other.

I look at Nick with wide eyes, a feeling of dread seeping through me as I’ve been caught checking out the one girl who’s had my attention since the very first day. 

“I guess.” I mumble in response and take another shot from the table, mainly to give me courage to go and speak to her. Again, it doesn’t particularly work. 

Nick sighs and shakes his head at me. “Listen Stuart, you’ve had your eyes on her since she stole your beanie at the start of this internship. You stalk her on exchangeagram and that Thumble thing when the real thing is right in front of you.” I look over at her, now completely soaking wet, but smiling and having fun nonetheless. 

In a way, Nick is right, though I hate to admit it. Why am I wasting my time looking at her photos when she’s just across the room? Nick does have more experience though. So maybe listening to him for once won’t be a total waste of my attention. 

“You’re right. What can go wrong?.” I huff and stand up, sliding my phone into my pocket. The alcohol buzzes through me and for a second, everything goes black.

The sun is rising, and the view at the Golden Gate Bridge is simply magnificent. Just like the view of Stuart passed out on the bench next to me. 

When everyone was too busy fighting with a bunch of frat boys, I was putting my muscles to good use and carrying a passed-out Stuart out of the mess. But now that we’re all out here, safe and sound, I’m enjoying the moment. Thank god I’ve partially dried off and sobered up though. 

The boy next to stirs, groans and slowly sits up with agony written all over his face. Poor guy will have the worst hangover, right after Yo-Yo and Lyle who are still wasted.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” I chuckle as he sits up, head in his hands. There’s a chorus of groans before he sits up properly and looks around. He seems sobered up enough, which isn’t the case for Yo-Yo or Lyle. 

“I feel like shit.” He croaks and stands up to stretch. The corners of his shirt rise to reveal his happy trail, and I swear a part of me dies off right then and there. 

I look away to hide the blush, whilst Nick pulls Stuart away to probably fill him in on the events of the night. 

Looking over at Stuart, the way his glasses sit atop his cute nose, the way his fingers always hook into his belt hoops when he’s talking to someone and doesn’t have his phone on him, and the way he absentmindedly licks his lips cause a dull ache in my chest. God fucking damn it (Y/N) get a grip.

Instead of checking out my fellow intern, I turn to see Billy and Neha in a deep conversation. I won’t bother them, they look like they’re in a little ‘zone’. On the next bench over, Yo-Yo is laying face down and groaning in pain as the alcohol takes it’s toll on him. And I don’t bother looking for Lyle, he’s in the bushes somewhere. 

After a few minutes of blissful silence on my part, just staring at the beautiful sunrise, Stuart comes to sit next to me. He looks happy, almost.

“Tonight was fun, I mean you looked like you were having fun. I just wish I stopped after the 6th shot.” Stuart chuckles as he looks over at the sunrise. There’s something different about him. He doesn’t give off the vibe Stuart from 24 hours ago did. He’s not restrained, he’s free-spirited. I like it.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Bonnie and Clyde over there will take us there again.” I smile as Stuart lets out a whole-hearted heart laugh. He shakes his head a little before looking at me with a small smile. A really cute smile, might I add. 

“You were good in the tank by the way, very good. Almost thought you were one of the girls.” Stuart grins a lopsided grin which makes me feel so many goddamn ways. I widen my eyes at him.

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended.” I place my hand over my chest and pretend to be offended by what he said. In reality though, I’m incredibly proud of my drunk self, and extremely proud that I was good enough to bring Stuart out of his phone bubble. 

His eyes widen like mines before he starts stuttering trying to explain it was just a compliment. This causes Nick and Billy both to laugh at how adorably flustered Stuart is. 

“It’s fine, I totally get it. What can I say, it’s a natural talent.” I giggle as Stuart takes a deep breath to recover from his stuttering rant. He’s totally flushed and looks like a tomato. I’m enjoying this.

Billy walks over to us two, phone out and a huge smile on his lips. He looks a little tipsy himself, but that’s to be expected. He did drink enough to put us all into shame. 

“Hey kids look at these.” Billy laughs and pushes us apart so he can sit in the middle and show us some photos on his phone. 

The first one is of me, Stuart and Neha posing with quidditch sticks. This was the day we all learned how addicted to 80′s references Billy and Nick are. It was also the day I hit Graham in the head with the ball. It was a good day.

 The second photo is of Yo-Yo and Billy sitting next to each other, both receiving lap-dances and high-fiving. 

“Oops.” Billy mutters before skipping over that one and onto the next one. 

That one is a close-up of me and Neha in the water tank with the stripper between the two of us. I laugh a little at that one, because a few seconds after this photo was taken, Neha slipped and fell into the big puddle. 

The next photo is of Stuart and I sitting next to each other on the bean bags on the very first day. Stuart’s looking over at me with a small smile and I’m looking over at Lyle. I remember that he was doing a really bad impression of 50 Cent and it was very disturbing. But I look at Stuart in that photo, the way he’s looking at me like I’m a bed after an extremely long day or something. A small smile comes to my face, and when Billy sees it, he immediately ups and leaves. 

Nick gives Stuart a thumbs up from what I can see, and it clicks. Billy wanted me to see it. Billy wanted me to see the way Stuart was looking at me.

“You know, I’ve never actually asked you this, but does your boyfriend not mind you being away for so long?” Stuart asks, moving closer so we’re in the same position we were before Billy came over. I fight the smile trying to break out at his bad technique of trying to find out if I’m single or not. But I play along anyway.

“Nope, I don’t have one sadly.” I pout a little to add to the effect. A small shiver passes through me as a gust of wind appears out of nowhere. My slightly damp hair doesn’t appreciate this. 

Stuart begins to take his button-up off so he’s left with his shirt and drapes it over my shoulders. I shyly smile at him, slowly dying inside. The flannel smells really nice, but also kind of like alcohol. I don’t mind though. It’s providing warmth.

I bite my lip in contemplation, before shuffling closer to him and setting my head on his shoulder. My heart’s strangely calm, like it’s content with the action I made. I am too. 

Stuart wraps his arm around my shoulders and rests his head on top of mine. I smile contently, like my soul has finally reached the rest it’s been looking for. Like everything in my life has fallen into place finally.

“Exchangeagram moment!” Billy yells out before running up to us, snapping a quick picture of us 3 and then running off again like a little child. The two of us look at each other and laugh at Billy and his idea of ‘exchangeagram”. He’s like a little kid on Christmas. I hate to break it to him, but ‘echangeagram’ will never exist.

Stuart furrows his brows for a second before reaching out and moving some hair behind my ear, and then takes a hold of my chin. He leans over to place a small kiss on my lips. At the exact moment our lips touch, a surge of happiness flows through me. I smile into the kiss and pull him a little closer by his shirt. His lips feel so soft against mine, and they taste like alcohol and mints. It’s a strange combination but I like it. I have to say, never in my dreams did I think that this would actually happen.

We pull apart and I laugh a little at how surreal that felt. It’s like all of my feelings since day 1 have surfaced and are out in the open now. Shit, they are.

“Is it bad that since the moment you took my beanie, I wanted this to happen?” He laughs a little, pulling me into the previous position we were in. A smile comes to my face when he says that. That’s what I wanted to hear.

I look up at him, place a small kiss on his cheeks and shake my head ‘no’. No, that is the opposite of a problem. 

Billy, Nick and Neha all cheer and clap their hands at us. I enjoy it. I enjoy their company, their words of encouragement, but most of all I enjoy the feeling of Stuart’s lips on mine.

[clumsyclifford]

hey bella i see 5sos in less than 3 weeks which is absolutely crazy considering i booked the tickets a year ago and im not even in the fandom anymore. what the hell did lockdown do to me. (im still gonna enjoy the gig very much also hi its been a while how r u doing?)

bro that's CRAAAAAZY!!!! yeah the 5sos concert i bought tickets for TWO YEARS AGO is now in july which means i can't actually attend anymore but like, i completely feel you. i'm a completely different person from the person who bought those 5sos tickets. two years ago. two!!! years!!!! ago!!!!!! just. very trippy. i hope you have a nice time though!! def gonna be a super fun gig regardless have a blast on my behalf

i'm doing okay! operating on an underlying foundation of Mild Stress at all times but i've managed to pretend it's not there for most of today and i've had a nice day actually. trying to decide if i'm gonna shower today or tomorrow. might make another cuppa. would really love to try and write today but we'll see

[mochegato]

Capturing a Dream

Chapter 1 - Meeting the Team

This was it.  She was excited.  No excited wasn’t the word.  Terrified? Yeah, that was closer.  Marinette was about to step into the Young Justice base for the first time and meet her new teammates.  What if they don’t like her?  What if they don’t let her join the team?  What if they let her join the team but they exclude her?  What if they get mad at her because she won’t expose her identity and they think she doesn’t trust them?  What if she messes up and she ends up getting someone killed?  What if she gets one of her teammates killed? What if she gets someone else killed? What if… No!  

She wasn’t going to do that.  She wasn’t the same 14 year old girl who spiraled into anxiety-induced, worst-case-scenario, death spirals.  She was 17 now.  She was in her final year of school before college, nearly an adult, legally, she was an adult.  She was the Guardian.  She was a hero.  She was already in a prestigious internship with one of the biggest names in fashion.  She was working with the Justice League, well Young Justice, but that was better because there wasn’t as much of a time commitment, which was really good because she didn’t have much to spare… where was she going with this? Right!  She was smart.  She was competent.  She was confident(ish).  She was… standing outside the zeta tube opening staring at it like an idiot, and she was going to be late.  

She took a deep breath and ran her free hand over the costume she wasn’t quite used to yet, trying to find comfort in the feeling and focus her mind.  She could do this.  She may no longer be able to be Ladybug for secrecy reasons, but Ladybug wasn’t her only option.  She was Chimera now and Chimera was not linked back to the miraculous.  So this new and completely un-miraculous affiliated hero definitely wasn’t unifying the fox and horse miraculous.  Chimera was a separate and unmiraculous hero.  She was a new heroic entity; a powerful amalgamation of divergent parts; an illusion, who uses illusions; a dream that can never be captured.   Chimera was just another magical hero working in the background.

Gone was the flashy, bright suit of a central hero.  She was a shadow now and her suit reflected her new role.  The base of the suit was a brown so dark, it almost looked black.  Her knee-high boots and gloves that reached to midway up her bicep were both black, meeting with the brown core of the suit with a strip of deep orange.  Her mask was the same dark brown color with deep orange at the corners.    She no longer had her yoyo, but in its place was a rope that responded to her like her yoyo did.  Her flute across her back completed her weaponry.

She was still a hero, just not a miraculous one, as far as anyone else knew. She was still protecting people for now, she just wasn’t on the front lines anymore.  She was still protecting the miraculous and would for the rest of her life.  And she was still… standing outside the Zeta tube opening, staring.

She closed her eyes, and walked through the portal.  Before she let out her breath, she could feel a difference in the air around her.  She heard a digital voice say “Recognize Chimera B12.”  She opened one eye tentatively and jumped back with a quiet squeak when she saw Batman standing on the other side giving her an amused smile next to Black Canary and a red figure.  

Black Canary stepped forward, “Welcome to Mount Justice, Chimera.  You’ve already met Batman.  This is Red Tornado.  He supervises the cave here.” Chimera nodded to him but before she could say anything Black Canary continued speaking.  “We are very excited to have you here.  While you are training and on missions, this will be your home.  I know you have an apartment near your internship, but if you ever want to get away, you are always welcome to stay here whenever and however long you want to.” Her voice was warm and welcoming.  She leaned over and lowered her voice, “lead lined walls and no bugs or cameras allowed in the personal rooms in case you want to drop your transformation while you are here.”  She gave her a nod and started walking, motioning to Chimera to follow her.

“As discussed before, your team knows nothing about you.  What you choose to disclose is your decision.  Only Batman and I know anything more.  The team is used to people hiding their identities so there is no pressure to give your personal identity.  I mean, there might be teasing, but you are under absolutely no obligation to divulge and they will respect that.  Especially since Robin is under the same requirement.”  

They entered into a small sitting area that appeared to be their common room. The first thing she noticed was a kitchen that was almost as nice as her parents’ kitchen in the bakery and significantly bigger.  She let out a quiet “Wow” without even noticing she had done it.  She would have to try that out as soon as she was able to get back to it.

“Pretty nice, huh?” She heard from behind her.  She whirled around and finally noticed the other half of the room were a few couches and chairs were clustered in front of a television.  More significantly, there was a red headed boy talking to her, standing in front of four other teens.  They were looking at her with uncertainty and a slight bit of curiosity except the red headed boy who looked excited to meet her, and the larger black haired boy who looked a bit hostile.

“Uh, yeah.  It’s… um, a really nice kitchen.  It looks… really professional.”  She stammered, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.

The red head smiled brightly at her.  “Only the best for the Justice League.”

“Alright team, it’s nice to see your smiling faces.” Black Canary started with more than a hint of sarcasm.  “I would like to introduce you to your new team member.  This is Chimera.”  Chimera gave an awkward wave to the Young Justice members.  “She was recruited by the Justice League.  Her identity is secret and will stay that way, am I clear?” She stared at each of the team members one at a time.  “Good. She is here under an outside deal so she may not always be available for missions, but she will be here whenever she can be.”

The red head raised his hand. “Wally, you don’t have to raise your hand.” Batman said tiredly.

“What is the outside deal?  What does that even mean?”

“It means something else brought her to our vicinity and she is only available to us because of that.  The details of the deal are not important.  Only that she is a hero on your team and every bit as dedicated to the team as the rest of you.”

“How is she as dedicated if she can’t commit to being here?” Artemis snarked quietly to Superboy.

“We all have outside lives that demand our attention.  There are times I can’t go out with the Justice League.  One of the others cover for me.  Are you suggesting I am not committed to the Justice League?” Batman stared harshly at her.

“No, sir.” Artemis shrunk back.

“I’m sorry, I have school and… other obligations, but I promise I will give you as much time and attention as I can spare without going insane.  Learned that the hard way.” She looked down as she muttered the last part under her breath.  She quickly looked back up hoping nobody heard her.  Everyone seemed to have the same expressions on their faces except Superboy who was giving her a quizzical look.  “I am committed to the team.  I want to be here, I promise.  Um… here, I brought macarons!”  She said with forced cheeriness, attempting to placate their suspicions and hostility. She opened the lid to the box of macarons she had brought with her.

Chimera’s hair blew back as Wally rushed forward.  He had already grabbed three macarons before she even saw him move. “These are delicious!  Where did you get them?”

“Thank you.  I made them. I like to bake.”  She smiled broadly at him.

Wally stared at her with his jaw open, the macaron close to falling out of his mouth. “Marry me.” He said dreamily.

Chimera giggled at him.  “How about I use the only-the-best kitchen to make something else for you a bit later instead?”

Wally gave her a bright grin.  “That will work.”  He looked at the rest of the macarons longingly then back at his teammates.  “Uh…. These are absolutely terrible and you shouldn’t have to be subjected to them.  I’ll just finish these off so you don’t have to.”  He reached back toward the box but Chimera closed the lid and raised an amused brow at him.

“Move over,” Robin pushed Wally to the side.  “Thank you Chimera.  That was sweet of you.”  He took a bite and looked back up at her with a smile.  “Hey, Wally was right.  These are delicious.  Artemis, Kaldur, Superboy, get over here and try these.”

Kaldur and Artemis came over, Artemis shoving Wally again for no apparent reason. Superboy stayed where he had been and continued to eye her suspiciously.  Wally looked at them with a pout.  “Hey!  Leave some for me.”

“You’ve already had a bunch.  The rest of us get some too.” Artemis rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I have a fast metabolism.  I need to eat.” Wally whined.

“Thank you… I’m sorry, I didn’t get any of your names.” Chimera said apologetically.

“Tall, blonde, and hostile is Artemis.  Tall, blonde, and aloof is Kaldur.  Tall, dark, and broody back there is Superboy.  You already met Wally, aka Kid Flash.  And I’m Robin.”  Robin gave her a charming smile and shook her hand.

She gave them all a brilliant smile.  “It is nice to meet you all.  I’m really excited to work with you.”  Wally smiled broadly at her and gave a lovesick sigh.  Artemis groaned and turned away.

Kaldur moved forward and extended his hand to her, “Welcome to the team.”

She shook his hand and gave him a warm smile.  “Thank you.”

“Okay, now that everyone has introduced themselves, let’s get to the training area.  I’m interested to see how Chimera’s powers work with the rest of yours.”  Black Canary announced.

“The training area is just this way,” Robin said with a suave smile, sweeping his arm out toward the direction they were supposed to move.

“Thanks,” Chimera smiled anxiously at him.

Wally came up on the other side of her and bumped his shoulder gently into hers.  “Don’t worry, we’ll take it easy on you.” He said with a wink.

Chimera looked at him blank faced for a few seconds before throwing him a sassy grin.  “It’s not me I’m worried about, speedy.”

“Oh no, Speedy was someone else.” Artemis threw in, moving past the group.

“You’re kidding.” Chimera stared at her.

“Nope.” Artemis responded popping the p.  “A whole different hero.  Not even fast either.  Makes no sense.”

“Good to know.” Chimera nodded absentmindedly.

“Oh, she can never meet Speedy.” Wally looked at the other heroes with wide eyes.

“Is he that bad?” Chimera asked, concern seeping into her eyes.

Artemis turned back to her and grinned wickedly, “No, he’s afraid you’ll start dating him.”

“Ahh.  I don’t date teammates so, don’t worry.”  Chimera reassured Wally with a clap on his back.  Artemis barely contained the chuckles that were fighting to spill out.

Wally gave her a distressed look, “But, teammates are great.  They are supportive and understand you… They’re… They’re the ideal dating material.”

“You make some interesting points.” She nodded as though contemplating his words.  “Luckily, you have very pretty and interesting teammates, four at least from what I can see.  So you have a wealth of dating material at your disposal.”  Chimera gave him a wink and walked ahead of him.  Artemis cackled loudly and threw her arm over Chimera’s shoulders, walking along with her.  “I think I’m going to like having you here.”

Chimera smiled at her.  “Good.  I hope so.”

Black Canary gave them a serious look and stood in the middle of the sparring area as the team lined up around the edges.  “Let’s get started.  This is an exhibition sparring match.  We want to see what you can do and what your teammates can do and see how you can mesh.”

“You don’t know what she can do?” Kaldur asked.

“I know. It’s you I’m concerned about.  You’re going to be working with her and leading her. You need to know what she can do. So, Chimera?  Go full force.  We want to know what to plan for in the field.”  Black Canary commanded.

Chimera looked at her unsure.  “Full force?  Are you sure? I don’t want to… That can be really dangerous.”

Black Canary nodded in understanding.  “I get that, but I assure you it will be fine.  We just need to see where you are in your skills, so we need you to give it your all.”

Chimera eyes got even bigger, “I’m not going to kill someone to prove a point.  I can do a demonstration instead.”

The rest of the team looked at her insulted.  Robin finally spoke up to scoff at her.  “We can take it.  We’ve dealt with worse.  Don’t worry.”

Ladybug looked back at him with wide eyes.  “It isn’t… I don’t think I’m a better fighter than you.  I’m positive you all have better training than I do, especially since I don’t have any, it’s just… I’ve brought down the Eiffel Tower with one hit before.  Thank god for miraculous ladybugs.  But you all look a bit more…” she struggled for an appropriate word to finish her thought, “…vulnerable.  I really don’t want to hurt any of you.”  She shot him a pleading look.

Superboy stepped forward with a determined look on his face. “Then try me.  I’m less…” he paused as if thinking, “what was that word you used… Vulnerable.”

She looked at him uncertain then looked over to Black Canary, taking note of her stern expression.  She nodded and stepped onto the mat.  “I’ll make it work.” Chimera offered uncertainly.

They faced each other for a few moments before settling into a fighting stance.  When she was ready, Chimera nodded to Superboy.  He rushed at her and extended his arm at the last second to deliver a haymaker punch.  Chimera bent backwards and twirled in a semi-circle so she was standing behind him and kicked him in the butt, sending him sprawling on the floor.  He got up and glared at her.  He rushed her again, this time aiming for her waist so she couldn’t duck under him.  She stared at him coming at her like a deer in headlights.  Superboy got a smug glint in his eye as he closed in on her.  At the last second, Chimera jumped up and rolled down his back, landing on her feet behind him, the wide eyed expression long gone.

“We need you to try, Chimera.  We need you to actually fight, not just dodge.”  Batman stated sternly.

Chimera looked over to him to nod at the instruction. The momentary distraction was enough for Superboy to land a hard hit to her stomach.  The force of the impact sent her flying across the mat.  The team winced and groaned in sympathy as she hit a wall with a hard thump.  Superboy moved over to her to check on her but stopped half way to her.   Chimera stood up and cocked her head to the side, examining Superboy.  She raised her brow and asked calmly, “So… super strength.  Invulnerability?”

He nodded at her.  “Okay then.”  She smirked at him, walking back to the central area of the room.  “Let’s do this.”  He smiled slightly and nodded.  She immediately launched herself at him, catching him by surprise.  She punched him hard enough to send him across the room in the opposite direction.  He slid toward the wall but was able to regain enough control to use the wall as a springboard to launch himself back at her.  She saw him coming and twisted at the last second, using his momentum against him to push him off balance.  He recovered quicker than she expected and swept her legs out from under her. She used her momentum to turn the fall into a flip, leading to a series of flips and twists taking her away from him, giving her some space to think.

They circled around each other trying to plan their next move.  Suddenly Chimera stopped and looked like she just realized something.  “Oh I forgot.  I’m supposed to be showing my skills…” she started innocently.  Superboy took advantage of her apparent distraction to jump at her again but that was the moment she had been waiting for.  “Voyage” she whispered and created a portal behind her. She stepped out of the way at the last possible second, sending Superboy through the portal at full speed.  The portal ended close to the rock wall on the other side of the room.  Superboy almost slammed into the wall with his full force but she had left him enough room to bounce back off the wall and launch himself back through the portal and back in front of her, throwing a punch toward her sternum that she was just barely able to twist away from, rolling along his arm until she was in the perfect position to elbow him in the back of his head.  He grunted and turned back toward her, circling around her again.

“Full force, Chimera,” Black Canary chastised her.

“Not going to make him bleed on purpose for a game, Ms. Canary.” Chimera responded, still focused on Superboy.  “Besides, we’re not done yet.”  She turned to Superboy, “Right?”  He nodded at her, an amused glint in his eyes.  “I haven’t even showed off all my skills yet.”

“Well, let’s see those skills you keep talking about.” Superboy taunted her.

“If you say so Superboy.” She smirked at him then frowned.  “I don’t appreciate that your actual name is the name I would have called you to taunt you.  You’re making my job harder.”

He frowned at her, the amused look that had been in his eyes dropping.  “So sorry my name is an inconvenience.  You can call me The Weapon like my makers did if you prefer.”

Chimera stood up straight, fidgeting and frowning at him.  “That’s… really?” She looked around to the other heroes.  They all nodded solemnly.

She looked back at him with softer eyes.  “What do you want to be called?” She asked in a kind tone.

“I… Superboy.”  He said stiffly, not exactly sure how to respond to the shift in atmosphere.

Chimera nodded and gave him a warm smile.  “Superboy it is.  No nicknames unless you approve of them.”

“As heartwarming as this is, you are supposed to be sparring.” Black Canary reminded them.

“Right,” Chimera said shook her head to refocus herself. “Sorry.”  She whispered “Mirage,” bringing her flute up to her lips.  As soon as the notes were heard, a dozen replicas of her appeared and began running around the circle.  Superboy tried to scan them but they all looked identical even with his infrared vision.  He stilled to listen for a heartbeat or breathing, but he couldn’t detect it in any of them.  He looked around wildly.  It was a sea of dark brown and bright orange.  He nodded to himself calculating the possibilities.  Most likely she managed to split herself.  So either they are all fully sentient or there is a central figure controlling them.  He’d have to hope for the latter.

His eyes flicked to one of the figures running at him.  The figure jumped into a flying kick.  He dodged out of the way and rolled to his feet, looking around again for the next attack. He didn’t wait long.  Another figure ducked low to sweep his feet.  He jumped over her but felt a sharp pain in his side as one of the replicas body checked him with enough force to knock him into the far wall.  

Superboy shook his head to clear it.  When he took more than a few seconds to recover, the replicas looked at him concerned.  One of them finally moved forward and asked “Are you okay to continue?”  

He stared at the replica for a few moments before nodding.  “We’re not done yet.”  All the replicas smiled at him and moved into new positions, waiting for him to indicate he was ready.  As soon as he nodded two replicas moved to attack him, one went high, one went for his legs.  He lunged for the one going high, jumping over the one going for his legs.  As soon as he reached her, she disappeared.  Not meeting the resistance he had expected, the force of the lunge caused him to lay out flat on the floor.  He grunted and jumped up before any of the replicas could attack again.  

As soon as he was up he looked around with a grin. “Mirage,” he repeated.  They were all an illusion.  He just had to find the real one.  Two attacked him again.  He hit one causing it to disappear but the other one hit him with her flute, knocking him to the side.  He shook his head again and turned back to them and backed away, giving himself space. He just had to find the one. There had to be an indication of which one was the real one.  He couldn’t use his infrared vision or hearing.  Maybe there was something about them.  He stared at them as they circled around each other.  There!  There was one with a different shade of orange, the shade Chimera had before the match. All the replicas had bright orange but the real Chimera had deep orange accents.  

He kept his eyes moving so she wouldn’t know he’d made her.  He moved forward toward one of the replicas moving to punch her.  Chimera attacked from the side again, coming at him before he could touch the replica and make it disappear.  He grinned to himself.  At the last second, he changed his trajectory and sent another haymaker toward her.  He jerked back in pain as the replica he had been moving toward originally made contact, knocking the air out of his lungs. He grunted in anger and confusion as a rope was tied around him, pinning down his arms.  His legs were swept out from under him causing him to land hard. He trashed with all his strength as he felt her tying his legs too.  He kept thrashing against the rope, but no matter how hard he pushed and pulled, the rope showed no indication of weakening.  

After a few moments of him pointlessly struggling, Black Canary walked over and declared Chimera the winner.  She smiled excitedly at Chimera.  “Now we know what we’re working with and we can plan how to incorporate your skills into missions and approaches to your training.”

Chimera nodded in understanding and looked over to the team who were still watching her in various degrees of surprise.  Kaldur nodded in approval.  Wally and Artemis stared at her in shock.  Robin was pointing and laughing at Superboy.  Chimera glowered at him and turned back to Superboy, releasing the rope so he could get up.  

As soon as he was freed, Superboy jumped up and rubbed his arms, glaring at the floor.  Chimera smiled nervously in his direction, but he refused to look at her and had turned his body away from her.  She sighed and looked down too, shifting nervously.  After a few moments, she started gathering up the rope to tie it back around her waist.  She furrowed her brows at the sound of Robin still laughing, which seemed to upset Superboy even more.  She narrowed her eyes at him and whipped the rope out in his direction.  It snapped a few inches away from his face with a crack so loud it reverberated throughout the cave.  Robin jumped away awkwardly and fell backwards, landing on his butt.

Superboy looked from Robin to her.  He let out a small laugh and gave her a smile. Chimera took it as a good sign and smiled back at him.  “That was a lot of fun.  You are really good at picking up on details, otherwise that color trick wouldn’t have worked.” Her voice was soft, like she was addressing a scared child.

He nodded at her and quietly said, “Thanks. It was fun.”

“Does that mean we can do it again sometime?  I need practice sparring and I’m usually afraid I’ll hurt someone when I’m in the suit and when I’m not, it isn’t as effective. I mean, helpful still, but not as effective.”  He stared at her for a few seconds but finally nodded at her.

“That was a pretty good introduction but it’s getting late now.  I think it’s time to call it a night.  Red Tornado, can you take Chimera to the room she will be using so she can recharge?” Black Canary asked.

When Chimera returned a few minutes later, the group smiled at her and gave their goodbyes.  They made plans for everyone to return the next day for more training.  One by one, they all left through the Zeta tubes except for Superboy.  Chimera looked at him confused.  “Are you not leaving too?”

“No.” He stated coldly.

“Why not?  I mean… if you don’t mind me asking.” She stammered out.

“Because I live here.” He grumbled back at her.

“Alone?” She gasped.

“With Red Tornado.” He corrected defiantly.

“But no other… people? In this big, empty, cold place?” She looked out over the cave, the empty, cold, inhospitable place he was going to call home.

“I like being alone.”  He stated in an annoyed voice.

Something that looked like anger flashed across her face transforming into a determined look before she smoothed it out and gave him a cheeky grin.  “That’s a shame.”  

He narrowed his eyes looking at her suspiciously, “Why is that?”

“I’m moving in.”  Her smile grew bigger.

He furrowed his brow and frowned, “What?”

“I’m moving in.  I have school and, uh… stuff during the day, but I’ll be here in the mornings and at night, most weekends.” She nodded at him.  “It will be like a sleepover every night… except we’ll be sleeping in separate rooms.”

He stared at her for a few seconds, unsure how to react. “Whatever,” he grunted walking back toward the residence area.  “Dinner is usually in like 30 minutes.” He called over his shoulder.  She smiled in his direction.  It wasn’t a warm welcome but it was better than nothing.  

“Are you sure about this?  It isn’t required for you to live here.  Most of the members don’t.” Black Canary reassured her.

“That’s why I’m doing it.  I’ve already had one teammate who had to live essentially alone and isolated in a big, empty space.  He hated it.  It messes with your self-worth and your ability to interact with other people, no matter how badly you want to.  It scrapes away at your humanity.  I couldn’t really do anything for his living situation, but I can do something for Superboy.”

“It will make keeping your identity more difficult.” Batman warned her softly.

“I know, but he’s my teammate.  I won’t abandon him.  And I need a friend here too.  I’ll be all alone otherwise, so… it will be mutually beneficial… I hope.”  She added tentatively.

Batman and Black Canary shared an approving look with each other and turned back to her.  “Okay.  Let us or Red Tornado know if you need anything.  We really think you are going to fit in amazingly with this team.”

Chimera smiled at them and shifted slightly to look out over the rest of the cave.  “I think so, too.”

Chapter 2

[idnek83]

Master List of Ramblings

✨A list of all my Danganronpa ramblings so far✨

*Added some Soul Friends stuff, still mostly Soudam

**This isn’t in any real order for the most part. Adding new stuff to the bottom of their respective lists though

SFW Stuff

Soudam

Sonia tricking Gundham into confessing to Soda

Ibuki giving Soda piercings

Beach vacation

Soda loves bad music, Gundham loves his husband

Soda is a third wheel and everyone is his wingman

Soda watching baby hamsters and one of them doesn’t make it (CW: animal death)

Dealing with Soda’s motion sickness

Gundham hiding animals in their house

Soda’s ringtone for Gundham

Gundham has cowboy energy

Soda and Gundham being terrible at seeking medical attention

Soda being insecure about his natural look

Soda fixing Gundham’s earring

Gundham helping Soda get his first pet

Gundham helping Soda adopt a dog that’s far away

Soda trying to get over his fear of cats at a cat cafe

Soudam wedding (very long btw)

Soda and Mahiru being friends

Short Soda

Pokemon AU

Soda not dyeing his roots

Tipsy soft soudam

Soda speech impediment

Fluffy headcanons

Them both being terrible at being sick

Soda sewing things for his friends

Soda plays with the dogs

Aquarium/Zoo first date

Halloween and Soda is a coward

Sharing eyeliner

Soudam being clingy

Soda finding a stray kitten in his garage

Soda and Akane workout buddies, Gundham’s jealous

Soda’s garage covered in pics of Gundham

Gundham learning how to braid

Soda leaving for a long internship

Soda telling Gundham about the chalk line thing

Sharing Pjs

Apartment hunting

Cuddling and playing with each other’s hair

Soda is the only one who is allowed to touch Gundham’s earring

Soda and Gundham sharing nail polish

Soda stealing Gundham’s shirts

Trans Soda thoughts- Part 1 (Trans Soda)

Soda thinks a fox sounds like Gundham

Soda’s “”good”” with yoyo’s

Gundham sets the stove on fire

Soda’s hair dye getting messed up

Soda overdressed for their first date

Soda loves space and the stars

Star gazing date

Gundham waking up after top surgery (Trans Gundham)

Soda and Gundham binder ~aesthetic~ fight (Trans Soda)(Trans Gundham)

Soda trying to sleep at Gundham’s but his snakes are shedding LOUDLY

Gundham’s morning voice

Strawberry picking “date”

Soda being jealous of Gundham’s motorcycle

Trans Soda thoughts – Part 2 (Trans Soda)

Soda makes trans jokes all the time but no one realises he’s trans (Trans Soda)

Naga Gundham

Helping each other take testosterone (Trans Soda)(Trans Gundham)

Sooped-up roomba

Soda is fidgeting, Gundham lets him play with his hand/rings

Just chilling on the couch

Soda being nervous about their first time (sfw)

Overworked Gundham

Asexual Soda thinking Gundham is proposition him

Soda and Gundham’s weird house and Halloween

Trans Soda and Mondo being bros

Trans Soda and Mondo fighting about binders

Thoughts on Soda and Gundham cuddling

Soda and Gundham don’t want kids but assume the other one does (followup)

Tender Drunk Soudam 1

Tender Drunk Soudam 2

Soda crushes a watermelon with his thighs (sfw but suggestive)

Disney Binge

Gundham comes out as trans and Soda gets him a gift (Trans Gundham)

Gundham dealing with Soda being clingy

Soda buys Gundham a ““Vampire”” Candle

Soda’s advanced gender

Dad Bouncer AU

Dad bouncer – Part 1

Dad bouncer – Part 2

Dad bouncer – Part 3

Gundham proposing

Soul Friends

Childhood friends to lovers au

 NSFW

Soudam

Spicy soudam headcanons

Soda builds a fuck machine (Trans soda)(afab language)

Soda BJ master

Semi-public sex

Making a sex tape for a long business trip

Soda with a clit piercing (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda realizing Gundham’s pets are watching them bang

Gundham + Soda + Hajime threesome thoughts

Breath play

Body worship (Trans Soda)(Trans Gundham)(afab language for Soda)

Soda is unhinged and building things with vibrator motors (not really nsfw but uuhh themes lol)

Gundham watches Soda get off to his voice

Soda finds Gundham’s earring and Gundham rewards him

Soda being attractive and not realizing it

Soda eating vanilla ice cream “innocently”

Soda sending Gundham “interesting” photos

Soda gets a hip tattoo

Car sex (Trans Gundham)

Soda thick thighs booty shorts

Going to a party and getting worked up from Soda sitting in Gundham’s lap in the car (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Gundham with a Jacob’s ladder piercing

Pool sex (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda doesn’t understand edible lingerie

Soda wears a collar and leash

Soda likes having his hair pulled

Gundham wearing lingerie

Matching tattoos

Soda wears a vibrator in public while Gundham controls it

Gundham breeding kink

More breeding kink

Soda loves vibrators (Trans Soda)

Soda giving Gundham a lap dance (Trans Soda)

Soda biting his lip cus he’s stupid

Sleepy morning sex (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda getting caught jacking off to Gundham (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Soda getting caught follow up (Trans Soda)(afab language)

Virgin Gundham and experienced Soda (Trans Soda)

Soudam Fear Kink (Remnants of Despair)

Soul Friends

Body Swap AU

(Some parts aren’t really nsfw but overall the AU is so its all here)

Body Swap - Part 1 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 2 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 3 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 4 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 5 (Trans Soda)

Body Swap - Part 6 (Trans Soda)

[teanicolae]

Tender Run Through Memories: You are crazy, my child. You must go to Berlin (2018)

extracts from a Berlin travel guide i worked on during my first internship. i was spellbound by Berlin’s entrancing mix of rich culture & gritty club-scene. i fell in love with the city, bit by bit, and i spent one month reviewing its art, museums and vegan food. during my time there, David Bowie kept ringing in my ears, as it was one of his soul-cities 🌼 you got the width of my tongue name on the sun 🌷 velvet goldmine, you stroke me like the rain, snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay 🦋

Feature: Introduction to Berlin

Much has been written about Berlin’s blend of history, outstanding culture and infamous nightlife. Proclaimed the capital of cool, Berlin is where you can “go to all-night parties, attend a screening of an arthouse film and an anti-Trump demonstration within 24 hours”, as The Times noted. Some talk about Berlin’s fall from grace, wondering if the city’s growing popularity diminished its authenticity and turned the city into a growingly expensive tourist trap.

From Marlene Dietrich, who sang “I still keep a suitcase in Berlin” with a piercing longing, to the rebellious singer Iggy Pop, who called Berlin his home, many artists have voiced their love for Berlin.

“You are crazy, my child. You must go to Berlin” (Franz von Suppé)

Affordable, buzzing, wild and carefree, Berlin is a symbol for tolerance and open-mindedness. Unlike other metropolises in Europe, it’s a place where you can relax. Berliners do not rush. They take their time, basking in the sun with their low-cut T-shirts and heavily tattooed arms, flicking back their occasionally bright-coloured hair.

Nights in Berlin are freaky, intense and fiery. The club culture is exhilarating; anything goes. Berlin is a techno capital: notorious DJs, outrageous raves and 36-hour long parties. There are plenty of clubs to choose from, perhaps the most infamous being Berghain, which pays the same taxes as theatres and concert halls, as it is considered to produce work of cultural significance.

It’s magical to lose yourself in Berlin’s night scene, in the hazy beat of electronic music and in the half-clothed masses. There is a strong sense of acceptance. You are free to be yourself. You won’t be judged.

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“Berlin, the greatest cultural extravaganza that one could imagine” (David Bowie)

Berlin is a home to artists and a paradise to emerging creators, who come here to pursue their dreams. There are around 20,000 artists living and working in the city, lured by cheap rents, the city’s libertine energy and the massive studio spaces. The street art mirrors the city’s fantastic art scene.

Berlin is bursting with culture and history. It has 175 museums, even more than New York. It’s an open museum too: from the Berlin Wall to Checkpoint Charlie and to the Nazi book burning site at Babelplatz, Berlin’s unique history can be seen by foot.

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“Berlin is cheap, but sexy” (Klaus Wowereit)

Berlin is the cheapest capital city in Western Europe. While it is getting expensive, perhaps because of its touristy appeal, it is the perfect place for backpackers, artists and adventurers for now. You can get a cup of coffee for €2, a lunch for less than €10, a pint of beer for €2-4, a day travel pass for €6,50 and a decent double room in a hotel for €50 per night. What is more, some of the attractions of Berlin are free, such as East Side Gallery, Raw Tempel and Yaam Beach.

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Paris is always Paris and Berlin is never Berlin! (Jack Lang)

Nonetheless, Berlin is constantly changing, you never know what to expect. You need to experience it yourself.

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Reviews: Art, Beauty & Vegan Food

Beyond Compare: How African and European Sculptures Carve the Essence of Humanity

There are few exhibitions as fascinating as Bode Museum’s “Beyond Compare”. “Beyond Compare” brings together, compares and analyses the sculptural traditions of two continents by displaying, side by side, 70 African sculptures, along with renowned masterpieces from Byzantium, Italy and central Europe.

Despite their radical stylistic differences, it is interesting to observe how the artworks touch the same themes. They illustrate the frailty of the human experience, exploring subjects such as death, beauty, motherhood, power, spirituality and love. Cultures apart, humans seemed to be moved by the same matters; it is remarkable to see the dainty, gothic sculpture of Madonna, Virgin of Mercy, appear next to a seemingly raw sculpture which represents a power figure from Congo. The second sculpture looks quite crude next to the carefully-carved Madonna, but both were made with the intent to ask for protection, to invoke forces that are beyond the physical world.

In the exhibition’s first slide, it is noted that the works displayed were made by human beings, and not by “cultures”, “tribes”, “ethnic groups” or “nations”. It is important to keep this in mind while strolling through the museum, as this exhibition is not an objective comparison between two different cultures, but a soft reflection of human nature.

Address: Am Kupfergraben, 10117 Berlin. Closest stations: Friedrichstraße, Hackescher Markt; Bus TXL Staatsoper, Lustgarten, Friedrichstraße. Opening hours: Monday – closed; Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 10:00 – 18:00; Thursday: 10.00 – 20.00. Prices: 12,00 EUR, Reduced 6,00. Website: https://www.smb.museum/museen-und-einrichtungen/bode-museum/home.html Contact: Tel 030 266 42 42 42

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Enjoy the silence in Museum der Stille

Museum der Stille (“Museum of Silence”) is a unique invitation to embrace the silence in the middle of the lively district of Berlin Mitte. It’s a small, free and beautiful exhibition of paintings and architectural models that illustrate different stages of stillness. It is lovely, subtle and, above all, silent. In the middle of the museum, there is only one piercing painting of a woman who’s gazing through you, with a simple wooden bench in front it. The walls are a deep, warm red and the light is dimmed. The profound silence makes the experience sincere and intense; you are struck by a strong feeling of here and now. While at the beginning you might be put off by the awkwardness of hearing your feet clumsily shuffling through the museum, you will gently ease into the museum’s serenity, if you let yourself. For once, you do not have to rush. It’s enough just to take it all in.

Even after leaving the museum and walking back into broad daylight, the spell of silence is not broken. You might be finding yourself humming Depeche Mode and thinking that they were right, perhaps. It is enough just to enjoy the silence.

Address: Linienstraße 154A, 10115 Berlin Closest stations: Oranienburger Tor, Oranienburger Straße. Opening hours: Tuesday - Sunday 14:00 - 19:00 Prices: Free Website: http://museum-der-stille.de/de/ Contact: info@museum-der-stille.de Tel: +49 (0) 30 278 919 90

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CWC Gallery: exploring the modern and the contemporary

If you have a soft spot for art, but find most museums to be too sombre and a little old-fashioned, CWC Gallery might just be the place for you. “CWC” stands for “Camera Work Contemporary” and, as its name suggests, it focuses on contemporary and slightly modern positions found in photography, painting and sculpture. The gallery is in the heart of the bohemian Berlin-Mitte quarter and, while stylish and elegant, it isn’t pretentious and it has an easy-going vibe. It’s also completely free!

The first floor is a homage to the 1990s that recreates the dreamy allure of the era. Wandering around, you are charmed by goddesses of the ‘90s: photos of the iconic Iman, Gisele Bündchen, Uma Thurman and Halle Berry, all captured by Micheal Comte, are plastered on walls. Their half-smile and bouncy curls will leave you longing. You can soothe your temporary nostalgia by moving onto the next floors, where you can admire a beautifully curated and impressive exhibition of modern works of art, some of which display a striking social commentary.

In the same building, you can also find quite an interesting permanent exhibition about The Kennedys, which explores the political success and the private life of John F. Kennedy. The admission fee is 5€.

Address: Auguststraße 11–13, 10117 Berlin Closest stations: Oranienburger Tor, Oranienburger Straße. Opening hours: Tuesday to Friday 10:00 -18:00 Saturday 11:00 – 18:00. . Prices: Free. Website: https://camerawork.de/ Contact: info@camerawork.de Tel 030 24048614

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Yoyo FoodWorld: the oldest vegan fast-food joint in Berlin

Yoyo FoodWorld is a hip fast-food joint on the Gärtnerstrasse 27 and the first and oldest vegan fast-food in Berlin.

For almost ten years, Yoyo hasn’t been your typical fast-food. Its atmosphere is similar to one of a quiet, cozy indie bar. Indoors, the light is slightly dimmed and there are photos of famous musicians and philosophers plastered on the restaurant’s walls, along with cult film posters that would make any film student swoon. Soft rock music plays in the background. The outdoor sitting is just as delightful, as the area surrounding the joint is lovely and inviting.

The food is cheap, fantastic and sure to satisfy your cravings, as the options are varied. They have 3,50€ burgers, 6,50€ pizza, 5€ wraps, 6€ schnitzels, 5€ seitan Currywursts, 3,80€ sea food and meatballs at the price of 8 for 3,20€. All the dishes are deliciously vegan and would work perfectly as comfort food or hangover food. It’s also the place to take your friends to convince them that vegan food is tasty.

Another highlight is the toilet, which is exceptionally cool. It’s filled with queer stickers, feminist and political statements, colourful graffiti and carefully scribbled love poems; ideal for a quirky Instagram post.

Address: Gärtnerstraße 27, 10245 Berlin Closest stations: Samariterstr., Frankfurter Tor, Warschauer Str. Opening hours: Monday- Thursday 12:00 - 23:00, Friday - Saturday 12:00 - 00:00, Sunday 12:00 - 23:00. Prices: € Website: http://www.yoyofoodworld-berlin.de/ Contact: kontakt@yoyofoodworld-berlin.de

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Get fettundbetrunken at the Chaostheorie

Chaostheorie is the first vegan cocktail bar in Germany. Their slogan is “fettundbetrunken”: “fat and drunk”, so expect to find a perfect mix of cheap comfort food and funky alcohol.

Onto the first part of their motto, “fat”: the food is fantastic. From a veganized traditional cuisine to more modern dishes, the highlights are juicy currywursts, enormous doner kebabs, fries with dripping dips, pulled mushroom burgers and thick cheese meatball sandwiches. To sweeten things up, the selection of house-made cakes is flavourful to say the least. The Oreo cake, smooth and crunchy at the same time, is a popular favourite. The soft drinks are also a dream: creamy milkshakes, Snickers, Manner or Oreo flavored, and rich freakshakes. You can settle for classic options, too: late macchiato, hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows, coffee with caramelized milk and hot applesauce with cinnamon and vanilla soya milk.

Now, onto the second part of their motto…”drunk”! You can sip traditional cocktails or try out the bartender’s specials: experimental and refreshing mixtures such as Julep Blue, bourbon, blue curaçao, ginger ale and limette.

The place itself is cozy: dim light, soft indie music, shelves stacked with books and a lovely photobooth perfect for making memories.

Even if you’re looking for a quiet afternoon with good food or for a tipsy evening, in Chaostheorie you can find the things you thought you’d never enjoy again once you went vegan.

Address: Schliemannstraße 15, 10437 Berlin. Closest Stations: Prenzlauer Alle, Stargarder Str., Schönhauser Allee. Opening Hours: Mon, Tue, Wed: 17:00 – 22:00; Thu: 17:00 - 23:00; Fri: 17:00 - 01:00; Sat: 15:00 - 01:00; Sun: 15:00 - 22:00. Price range: € (under €10). Website: http://www.chaostheorie.berlin/ Contact: 030/548 907 34; info@chaostheorie.berlin.

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Challenge yourself at the Kunst-Werke Institute for Contemporary Art

The Kunst-Werke Institute for Contemporary Art is a remarkable contemporary art institution located in the Berlin’s picturesque district Mitte. The building is a sight itself and it has a sophisticated allure, tall and elegant. The outdoor café has a lovely Parisian appeal and it’s where the hip tattooed artists you might have seen on Tumblr sip their coffees in the afternoon.

The works of art exhibited in the Institute are complex. You can marvel at political activist art, video art, visual art or interactive art. They’re also controversial, with people either excitedly praising them or dismissing them as meaningless. The exhibitions are divided into rooms: in some rooms you might be deafened by booming nature sounds, while in others you might be asked to take off your shoes and wander into an empty, soundproof room, where you’d be faced with a gut-wrenching documentary about the condition of the modern black artist. However, you never know what to expect, as the exhibits change constantly. Nonetheless, the works of emerging young artists are unique and do not hold the reassurance of traditional art: they challenge you and shake you. They draw out a strong response, be it positive or negative.

Finally, even if you occasionally roll your eyes at modern art, you should give the KW Institute a chance. At least one of the works of art displayed might move you.

Address: Auguststraße 69, 10117 Berlin. Closest stations: Oranienburger Tor, Oranienburger Straße.  Price: 16€ general entrance, 10€ reduced. Opening hours: Monday: 11:00 – 19:00. Tuesday: Closed. Wednesday: 11:00-19:00. Thursday: 11:00-21:00. Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 11:00 – 19:00. Website: https://www.kw-berlin.de/ Contact : +49 30 243459-0, info@kw-berlin.de.

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Be Here, Be Queer at the Schwules Museum

The Schwules Museum is the world’s first gay museum, originally opened in 1985. It exhibits the violent history and the injustices the LGBTQ community endured in the past, as well as Berlin’s current queer life.

Schwules is not your typical queer museum. If you expect it to be bustling with colour and rainbows, you might be taken aback. To an extent, it is exceptionally colourful, with cheeky illustrations of young gay couples kissing, soft porn photos and neon slogans about love. But a more serious tone is predominant. The permanent exhibitions also depict gay history milestones, such as the feminist revolution, the composition of the first feminist songs of the German movement or the protests of a working group of lesbian teachers. In the middle of the museum, there’s a memorial dedicated to the LGBT people who were killed in concentration camps. Their names are written in blood-red. You will also shudder upon entering the museum, where you can see a lengthy list of countries where homosexuality is currently considered a punishable crime.

It is important to go to the Schwules Museum because you will be reminded of how painful history is and how the free world we live in required sacrifices. And how, for some, the world still isn’t free.

It is not allowed to take pictures, which at first might be quite annoying, as your initial impulse might be to want to immortalize everything. However, this might help you take in all the information and carefully weigh what you’re seeing.

Finally, is important to go to the Schwules Museum because you will be reminded of how painful history is and how the free world we live in required sacrifices. And how, for some, the world still isn’t free.

Address: Lützowstraße 73, 10785 Berlin Closest Stations: U Nollendorfplatz, U Kurfürstenstraße, Lützowstraße / Potsdamer Straße, Lützowplatz. Opening hours: Monday: 14:00 – 18:00, Tuesday: Closed, Wednesday: 14:00 – 18:00, Thursday: 14:00 – 20:00, Friday: 14:00 -18:00, Saturday: 14:00 – 19:00, Sunday: 14:00 – 18:00. Price: € 7.50 regular, € 4 reduced. Website: https://www.schwulesmuseum.de/ Contact: 030 69599050

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Sun and wholesome food at The Bowl

The Bowl, self-proclaimed a “clean-eating restaurant”, is the perfect place for a cozy lunch with your friends or for a breakfast date with a book. They only use fresh, seasonal, healthy and gluten-free products. Everything is fully sustainable and vegan. They even use natural sugar! And, truthfully, the food is indeed full of flavour and it leaves you with a sense of freshness. They have a great variety of bowls: from rich breakfast bowls filled with sweet fruit, raw chocolate and creamy soy yoghurt to lavish plates with roasted vegetables, mashed avocado raw crackers, zucchini and smoked paprika.

The desserts are a treat, as well. The highlights are the lush vanilla almond cake, with coconut blossom sugar, raw chocolate and coconut strawberry and bananenbrot, with grilled banana, granola, warm strawberry sauce and raw chocolate.

While it is a bit pricey, 6,50 € for breakfast bowls and around 10 € for the lunch specials, the naturalness of the food, its filling base and vitamin-rich toppings make it all worth it.

The dishes are perfectly Instagrammable and the colourful variety of vegetables and legumes doesn’t even need a filter. While enjoying your wholesome food, you can bask in the sun in front of the large windows and observe the buzzing Warschauer Straße, with hazy, synth-pop music unfolding in the background.

What is more, on the ground floor of the same building where Bowl is, you can find Veganz, a plant-based supermarket with an impressively wide range of products, from cheese and ham slices to cashew cookies, ice cream and the finest chocolate cream.

Address: Warschauer Str. 33, 10243 Berlin Closest Stations: Warschauer Str. Opening hours: Monday: 10:30-23:00, Tuesday: 10:30–23:00, Wednesday: 10:30–23:00, Thursday: 10:30–23:00, Friday: 10:30–23:00, Saturday: 10:00–23:00, Sunday: 10:00-23:00. Price: €€ Website: http://www.the-bowl.de/ Contact: 030 29771447

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Never alone - Chapter Two - Soulmate AU

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Hello! Faster than ever before, I present you the second chapter of Never Alone!

I chose to not describe Marinette with her clothes or hairstyle so that you can imagine her as you want! In my mind, since she's a fashion designer, I imagine her always changing her clothes and very fashionable. I don't see her with her pigtails either. But it's up to you as to how you see her!

Also, I'm French, so if there are any grammatical mistakes, do not hesitate to tell me so I can come back and correct them!

Two months in the new school year, and Marinette was already exhausted. While she had a very calm summer filled with outings with her friends, she was now drowning in work. Jagged wanted her to design his newest album cover, and Clara Nightingale has asked for a new outfit for a music video.

 At school, Alya and Marinette were doing their best to find a good trip for the end of the year. The school had a decent amount of money that was set aside specifically for their class trip, but they would need to organize an event or two if they wanted to go somewhere outside of Europe. They were lucky enough that their class’ trip was set for their first year of high school: Mrs. Mendelieiv’s class’ trip was set for the next year, right before the first set of exams for the baccalaureat. 

 Along with all that, there was also her duty as Ladybug. Hawkmoth has been relatively calm during the summer, but as soon as school started again in September, he released his akumas again.

 Except, now, they were more brutal than ever before.

 Ladybug cursed as the Akuma managed to deeply cut her on her left side. She watched as Chat jumped in as she collapsed on the roof they were battling. True to his promise, Chat took his job more seriously and only joked during patrols now. He also stopped to jump mindlessly in front of her to save her from a hit and actually tried to get both of them out of the way.

 The Akuma they were fighting was a dangerous one. His arm has been transformed into two big shears, and they hurt like hell.

 Ladybug watched with fascination as her hand was tainted with her own blood. She couldn’t remember if an Akuma had hurt her that much before… She knew for sure that she was bleeding too heavily and she was getting a bit dizzy. They would need to end the fight very soon.

 Standing up, she took advantage of the distraction Chat provided to trip the Akuma with her yoyo, succeeding in tripping him. Quickly, Chat snatched the man’s bow and used cataclysm on it.

 As she cleansed the Akuma and watched the light heal Paris and herself as she cast the cure, the red-clothed superhero couldn’t help but think it was time to contact the Justice League again.

 Back when they got their miraculous, she and Chat had contacted the Justice League of Europe to ask for help. They were just teenagers without any training entrusted to protect a whole city as big as Paris, and it was clear to them they couldn’t possibly do that alone.

 The person they had talked to at the moment had listened to them, took note and told them they would come back to them after informing the heroes of the issue in Paris. It was a month later that one of the heroes contacted them, informing them they would not intervene in Paris, as they have been doing a good job up until now and the miraculous cure healed everyone and repaired everything. They then give them words of encouragement before they cut the connection.

 Ladybug had then wanted to contact the Justice League of America before remembering they wouldn’t be able to do anything as France was certainly not under their jurisdiction. 

 And thus, there they were, still two untrained teenagers, acting on instinct against people with magic powers.

 Great.

 She let Chat take care of the victim, still feeling the pain on her left side, even though it was healed and there was not a trace of blood left on her person.

 “Are you ok?”

 Ladybug watched as the victim was taken care of by some policemen and turned her attention to her partner.

 “I’m fine Chat. Sorry I had to let you handle everything.”

 “Hey, you were hurt and losing a lot of blood. It’s a wonder you could even stand up afterward.”

 The girl smiled. “Should we try to contact the JLE again?”

 Chat Noir sighed. “Even though they won’t intervene, they are watching closely what’s happening here. If they haven’t decided to step in yet, contacting them won’t change anything LB.”

 Ladybug sighed. “You’re right. Of course. I should go Chat, I’m about to transform back.”

 “Sure thing. I’ll see you later, then.”

                                                                                               Back in her room, Marinette winced as she sat down on her bed.

 “Are you really ok Marinette?”

 Tikki was looking at her with her big, wide blue eyes. She was obviously worried.

 “I’m fine, just a bit sore. I’m lucky that the cure healed me, but I think I’ll still feel the pain for a few days.”

 While the cure healed her, the pain stayed for some time after, varying on the severity of the injury. Since her latest injure was pretty severe, it would hurt for a little while.

 “Alright, I still have some homework to do for tomorrow. You should eat something and go to sleep Tikki, you must be tired after today. There should be a cookie or two on my desk.”

 The kwami looked at her for a moment before flying over her desk, knowing it was useless to insist and there wasn’t anything she could do anyway. Even if she wished she could take Marinette’s pain away.  

                      “Alright girl, you said you found something for the trip?”

 It was early December now, and Marinette had asked Alya to join her in the school library to discuss the trip. The fashion designer took the laptop out of her bag and opened it to show her what she found.

 “So, you know how the trip also has to be educational? This is the Wayne Career Program. It’s designed for high school students. Each one of us would shadow someone in the firm as a sort of internship to learn about different professions.”

 “Putain, girl! That’s amazing. Wayne Enterprises have a lot of different sectors. I could totally work with the PR team if we can manage to secure a trip there. Plus it’s in Gotham, in America!”

 Alya literally squealed at the idea of traveling overseas.

 “Yeah, I’m a bit worried about that actually. You know it’s not really the safest place on Earth.”

 And what an understatement that was. Gotham was probably the city with the most crimes in the world. It would be a miracle if the school allowed them to go. But then again, the school board would do anything to up their reputation and a class winning an internship at WE… The principal would boast about it years after they had all graduated.

 “There is an essay we have to write to apply. I suggest we write it before we present the idea to Ms. Bustier. We also need to prepare arguments for her and the school board.”

 “No problem girl, I already have tons of arguments there.” The reporter showed her her notebook where there were two pages filled with arguments. The class president nodded, those were really good. She could really rely on her friend.

 “Well, that was quick. Those should be enough to convince them. On to the essay, then. ‘How do you think you can change the world?’”

 They spent hours after that, taking notes and making several drafts of the essay. It took them a week to have the actual final product and when they handed it to Ms. Bustier, she was delighted. It was decided they wouldn’t announce the destination of the trip to the class until they were sure it could be a possibility.

 Alya and Marinette had dropped hints about the destination though, to see if the class would actually like to go to Gotham.

 After a week or so, they knew they had chosen well.

 On Marinette’s birthday, on the 16th of December, after lunch where the whole class sang Happy birthday to her, the class president and the class deputy had a meeting with the principal and the board of the school.

 It was tough to convince them, and the meeting actually lasted the whole afternoon, but at the end of the day, they had all signed the papers that confirmed that the trip would happen in Gotham, should the two girls won the contest. They even agreed to unfreeze some more funds for it. This program would really look good on the school’s record. 

 It was with a bright smile that they returned to class ten minutes before the end of the day bell and announced to everyone that the trip to Gotham has been confirmed. Using the classroom’s computer, the whole class witness as the two girls applied to the Wayne Career Program.

 Now, all they had to do was wait for an answer. 

                                                                                 Life after that was a bit calmer for Marinette, if you didn’t count the Akumas. She worried that they were more and more violent, and more often than not, she had lingering pain from injuries she got at Ladybug.

 But life was good. Lila had even stopped lying and was herself. Even if it means that she wasn’t very kind to anyone, even mocking all of them at times, the class would just scoff and roll their eyes at her antics. The designer still wouldn’t talk to her, but the atmosphere in the class was lighter than the previous year, and for that Marinette was grateful.

 They were all at an outdoor ice rink at the end of January when Marinette’s phone beeped with a notification. 

 “Oh fucking shit, guys!”

 It caught everyone’s attention as the tiny Dupain-Cheng was not one to curse like that.

 “I just got an email for Mr. Wayne’s secretary! Our class is among the nine others to have won the contest! We are going to Gotham in May!”

 Everyone cheered at that, hugging each other and even going as far as carrying Marinette and Alya around, as it was their doing.

 “America, here we come!” shouted Kim.

 “You do realize that you will have to work extra hard on your English, right?” teased Max.

 “Oh, shit.”

 Everyone laughed at that, but it was agreed among themselves and their English teacher that they would all stay for an hour and a half after school to learn the language, up until their trip.

 “I can’t wait to see Gotham’s heroes in action!” squealed Alya.

 “Aren’t they vigilantes?” asked Mylène.

 “Same thing!”

 “Not quite, babe.” grinned Nino.

 Even Lila was smiling with them, and it was huge progress in their book.

 Marinette smiled, “We’ll be there for two weeks. The first week, we’ll be visiting around, and the second week will be dedicated to our internships. I will have to send a list of all our careers of interest to Mr. Wayne’s secretary, so they can organize who we will be shadowing. So, I’ll need you to send me those pieces of information this weekend, so I can send it on Monday, okay?”

 “Roger that, boss.”

 As Alya took her hand to skate with her around the rink, the baker’s daughter couldn’t help the huge smile on her lips. A year ago, there was a lot of tension in the class, and here they were, all laughing together and talking excitedly about the upcoming trip that their class president and deputy won them.

 She could hear Rose talking excitedly about the things she wanted to see in Gotham. She watched as Kim challenged Alix on God knows what and laughed as Max stated that he had a two-percent chance of winning that bet. She smiled as Adrien, with them at an outing for once, fell on his butt and Nino laughed as he helped him up. She even grinned as she watched Lila having a conversation with Nathaniel without being mean or mocking him once.

 She had thought a year before that Lila would never change, but she was wrong. And she was happy that she had been, because even though Lila wasn’t very nice, well, all her classmates were kind enough to make up for it.

 Yeah, Marinette thought with a smile, life was good. And she had a feeling that it would be even better.

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Young love

Pairing: Stuart Twombly  x reader 

Warning: some swear words 

Genes: fluff

A/n: I think this one really sucks I had inspiration in my head but it didn't feel good when I type it out hope you guys like it tho and stay safe everyone.

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it’s funny how we used to hate each other at the start of the internship and now we are like glue that stick together. Yes I'm talking about the dark and gloomy Stuart Twombly he only show his sweet side to me and to be honest with you I don't really know why he’s being like this to every one else, you know like this know it all kind of asshole but when him and I are hanging out his like this sweet little boy that’s like a lost puppy when I leave him for just two seconds to get something from my kitchen. It’s really funny, he’s also very protective can you imagine that, I can’t the first time I met him. 

“hey you.. why are you zoning out”  Stuart ask me from beside me, we are currently at a Chinese restaurant with the team. 

“I thought about how we first met it’s funny that we used to dislike each other and now we are just like glue” I said with a little giggle at the end. 

“well I didn’t dislike you I was just very shy” I look at him to see if he was serious.

“dude you spilled your coffee over me on purpose and try to get me into a another group” he let out a laugh 

“okay maybe I dislike you a little bit back then but why does it matter we are friends now” he said making my smile slip a little when he said “friends” 

“yeah friends” I said giving him a small smile before turning to Billy because he said something about going to a dance club at the end of the street, we ate our dessert and head to the dance club. 

“okay I don’t think this is a dance club Billy” Nick said to billy.

“sorry I was talking Mandarin and He was talking some Chinese and things got a little mixed up but hey it’s not a bad mistake tho” he said I look at Stuart and he was on his phone the whole time and didn’t see the stripper walking up to him.

“okay Stuart I want you to look up only three inches there’s a big world out here” Nick said before Stuart could answer of what he saw in front of him, the stripper shoves his finger down her throat and I mentally cringe at the sight, kind of feeling my stomach drop a little.

“okay guys let follow them” Billy said before following the stripper and Stuart to our table.

“Neha do you think Stuart like her?” I whisper to her but she laugh at me like it was the funniest thing I have ever said to her. 

“y/n he doesn't like her he’s just a guy you know” 

“but what if he likes her more than me I mean I don't care but I want him to have a better girlfriend than that she properly have fucked a lot of guys already” I ramble to her

“y/n stop worrying and I know you like him and he properly likes you too so don’t worry to much she just doing her work” she said before dragging me to the table were the boys are I sat between Yoyo and Neha.

“okay guys grab your glass and we ready to party” Nick said handing out the shots glass to us, yoyo hesitate but at the end he’s drinking it up. “let’s party!” Billy said and it was really fun until I look at Stuart he is getting a lap dance from the stripper that walked up to us so I decide to get some more drink. 

“hey you have some fun?” Lyle ask me when I was done ordering my drink.

“yeah I guess its fun but I think I need more drinks to have even more fun in here”

“is it because of Stuart?” he said making me look at him with wide eyes.

“h-how did you know”

“y/n we may be nerds but we are not blind you guys are in love with each other”

“he's not in love with me believe me I’m just a another friend to him” I said looking at Stuart from afar Lyle follow my gaze and let out a small laugh

“just a friend my ass” he said before walking away I look at him with a question look before the bar men gave me my drink. It was really strong and I'm pretty light weigh so after I was done with my drink I was kind of drunk. I was dancing in a rain shower with Neha, it was fun and I forgot about Stuart for a minutes until he was behind me. I turn to look and him and was basically grinding on him and it feels like he doesn't mind at all. 

“Jesus y/n how much did you drink to dance on me like that” He let out a small laugh before putting his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him. 

“to be honest just one glass of this strong strong strong drink I don't know what it called anymore” I said to him and he laugh at me.

“gosh you are so drunk”

“I'm not drunk I'm sober as fuck and you mister shouldn't you get back to your girl” I said pulling away from him thinking about the stripper from before, Stuart gave me a question looks like he was lost.

“I don't have a girl”

“well it seems like it from before”

“you mean when I got a lap dance?” he said with a smile and I nod my head up and down like a little kid

“were you jealous?” he let out a laugh

“no you are”

“y/n you are so cute when you’re drunk” he said pulling me closer to hug me, I let myself relax for a bit in his arms before we got pulled away from each other by yoyo and Neha saying something about a fights.

“oh look there are the another nerd gang beside you gorgeous” some guy said from the another group and I cringe at him. 

“hey you shut up don’t talk to her” Stuart said before a fight start I kick some guy in there balls before we got dragged out of the club by security’s and we end up at the mountain by the Golden Gate Bridge with a beautiful view. I sat down beside Stuart. 

“did I say something stupid”

“not really but now I know why you were acting so distant in the club”

“wait what?” I said before taking my eyes of the view of the bridge. He gave me a smile before putting his arms over my shoulder pulling me to his side.

“I like you too” he said before leaning in giving me a soft kiss on my lips, I was shocked but I soon melted in the kiss and kissed him back. When we pull away he gave me a small kiss on my forehead. 

“wow that felt amazing”

“yeah you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that”

“so does it means that I can call you my boyfriend”

“sure if I can call you my girlfriend”

“of course it would be weird if I call you my boyfriend and you call me a friend that would be hella awkward” I said making him laugh at me. I let my head fall on his shoulder and he put his head on mine, I hear a camera click from behind us but we didn't pay attention to it because at the moment everything feels just perfect. 

“aahhhh Young love is such a beautiful sight, isn’t it nick” Billy said to nick while Nick a few more picture of us.

“yeah it is Billy yes it is” he said while patting him on his shoulder before enjoying the view like the others.

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The Other You - 3

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Marinette groaned loudly as a ray of light caught her eye, disturbing her sleep. She stirred lazily, slowly regaining awareness of her surroundings. Her neck was stiff from the odd position she had fallen asleep in, and she couldn’t feel her left arm after having laid her head on it all night. Eyes bleary, she groggily looked around her and barely muffled a defeated sigh upon realizing her current whereabouts.

She had fallen asleep in her office.

Again.

The night before, when she had left Chat Noir on the Eiffel Tower, she had fully intended to follow his sound advice. Heading home was definitely the sensible thing to do, considering Alya was more than likely already pissed at her for having ignored her calls all day. No use adding fuel to the fire.

But as she was swinging her yoyo from building to building, images of her cluttered office flashed before her eyes. Her desk, buried under bolts of fabric and spools of thread, the unfinished dress hanging from the mannequin, and the pile of designs waiting to be sorted and put into production.

She had worked herself to the bone for months for that first women’s line, had suffered through so many sleepless nights, had stood up to her boss so many times… This project truly was her baby, her greatest achievement yet, and she wanted everything to be as she and Gabriel had envisioned it.

So, convinced she could squeeze in a few more hours of stitching before Alya would notice her absence, she had changed directions mid-jump and headed straight back to her office. Detransforming in an alley across the street, she had let herself into the building, bid goodnight to the security guard, and snuck back into her office like she had done countless times before. She turned on all the lights in her office, took out the designs Gabriel had approved just before passing away, and got to work.

She had cut, pinned, and sewn for the better part of the night, losing herself in the passion that had become all work and no play. Exhaustion quickly caught up with her, and after pricking her fingers a few times with the needle, her head steadily began to drop, and she lost track of time.

Soon enough, the weight of reality crashed back on her, and the next thing Marinette knew, she was waking up amongst her mess, groggy and disoriented.

Her cellphone chimed on her desk, and she reached for it to check the time. Maybe, just maybe, if Tikki’s luck was still on her side, she would be able to sneak back into the apartment without waking Nino or Alya up.

As soon as the little digital screen lit up, however, Marinette instantly knew that she was utterly and perfectly screwed. Any hopes of a stealthy return home were crushed by the heavy amount of missed calls and text messages overflowing her phone.

Just her luck.

Scrolling through the messages thread, she cringed, her heart jumping into her throat. Of course there were the usual inquiries about her current whereabouts, the expected question about whether or not to save dinner for her. But where the usual follow-through was “Are you coming home at all tonight?” she instead received, “Guess I’ll have to buy my wedding dress off-the-rack.”

Her heart broke reading those words.

Panic rose in Marinette’s chest, and she blindly reached for her planner, refusing to believe the implications of said message. She almost tore the book open, finding the right page with shaky fingers. It just couldn’t have happened. Alya had to be mistaken, there had to be a huge and horrible misunderstanding.

That was the only explanation she could see. There was no way she could have forgotten that.

And yet, hastily scribbled in her own handwriting on the previous day’s page, was definite proof that she had committed an unforgivable crime against her relationship with her best friend.

9 p.m.: Design wedding dress with Alya !!! <3

Her defeated whine resonated loudly in her empty office. “Tikki! Why didn’t you remind me?”

The little kwami lifted an unimpressed gaze toward her charge. “I did, Marinette. Several times. You ignored or dismissed me every time, like you usually do when you’re working. In the end, I gave up.”

Marinette groaned, not bothering to answer the bitter jab. It was already bad enough that she had to pencil her best friend in her planner for something as important as her wedding, but she had managed to forget about it altogether. The uncanny absence of any other message after the mention of the dress was telling volumes.

Alya was not pissed.

She was utterly and completely furious with her.

Breath short, heart pounding in her ears, Marinette put away the mess of fabric on her desk as quickly as she could, not bothering to fold them correctly. She would probably curse her lack of foresight later, when she’d resume working and find herself dealing with a bunch of wrinkled and mixed up fabric, but for the time being she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything other than the friendship she had probably just destroyed.

Going home by traditional means was going to take too much time considering her jittery nerves. So, ignoring Tikki’s disapproving glare, Marinette quickly transformed and let herself out through her office window. She’d have a hard time explaining why her security badge’s log would show an “in” but no “out” if anyone was to look at her file, but that was a problem she’d have to deal with later.

For now, she just wanted to salvage what little was left of her bond with Alya.

Part of her wanted to just crawl in through her bedroom window and pretend to have been asleep the entire time, but the rational part of her brain knew Alya would never be fooled by such a weak excuse. After all, it wasn’t exactly past the blogger to have spent the night in her bed only to make sure she wouldn’t risk missing her arrival.

Reluctantly, Marinette instead settled on hiding in an empty alley to detransform and walked to the building entrance like a convict heading to their death sentence. Feet heavy with dread, she headed for the elevator, the silence only disrupted by the pounding of her heart in her chest.

When the doors opened on their floor, her breath hitched in her throat. This was it. No going back now. She messed up, and she had to face the music.

Her keys jingled loudly when she pulled them out of her purse, and the rattle of the metal when she slid the right one in the keyhole made her gasp inwardly. Marinette pushed the door open slowly, bracing herself for her impending doom.

Sure enough, Alya was sitting at the kitchen table, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her expression as her eyes landed on her friend standing awkwardly in the doorway was unreadable. Marinette twitched uncomfortably, feeling bare and vulnerable under the piercing gaze.

Gulping painfully, she hung her purse on a hook and took a few careful steps into the apartment, trying to assess the situation. She made it about three feet in before Alya’s voice, dripping with venom, stopped her dead in her tracks. “How kind of you to finally let me know you’re still alive.”

Marinette blanched, startled by the anger behind her friend’s words. “I’m sorry, Alya, I—”

“Don’t,” Alya interrupted her, holding a hand up. “I’m sick and tired of your lies and your excuses, Marinette. I can’t sit around and pretend I’m fine with you wasting your life away like that anymore.”

Deep inside, Marinette knew that it was the anger talking, and that Alya didn’t really mean to be this harsh. But she’d had a long day. She’d spent the night in an office chair and she was still feeling shaken from her encounter with Adrien. Her patience had already been wearing thin, and despite her best intentions and how much she cared about Alya and wanted to mend their weakened friendship, she couldn’t help but snap.

“Oh, because you patronizing me basically every single time I set foot in the apartment is your way of pretending you care about me? Could’ve fooled me.”

Alya’s eyes widened, and her expression shifted to something darker, sadder. She stood up, her arms still crossed in front of her in a defensive manner. “You know, I’m starting to think that maybe Adrien had it right after all.”

“Don’t you dare bring him into this. Adrien Agreste is nothing but a selfish, manipulative jerk,” Marinette snarled through clenched teeth.

“Who tried to warn us that working for his father would change you.”

Marinette backed up a few steps, looking every bit like Alya had just slapped her across the face. How dare she suggest that what Adrien had done back then was anything less than pure treason?

Swallowing the painful lump in her throat, she spat as angrily as she could, “Okay, so you’re going to pick the awful human being who didn’t even bother showing up at his own father’ s funeral over your best friend now?”

“No. I love my best friend to pieces, Marinette, but she isn’t you,” Alya answered, her fists clenched by her side. “Not anymore. She’s the kind, sweet girl that I met in middle school. The woman standing in front of me right now is nothing more than a stranger to me.”

Hurt and confusion choked Marinette, who bit back an angry sob. Her life was unravelling under her fingers, and she felt powerless. “Then why don’t you ask Adrien to be your bridesmaid while you’re at it?”

A shadow crossed Alya’s face. “You know what? Maybe I will! That way maybe my bridesmaid will actually show up!”

“Is that so?  Well, in that case, count me out!”

“GLADLY,” Alya yelled, fists clenched tight.

At first, Marinette couldn’t even answer. Words were stuck in her throat, the air was heavy, unbreathable. She knew that feeling all too well, it was the same feeling that had overcome her upon realizing Adrien was so disgusted by her confession and wanted so little to do with her that he had hidden her internship application from his father.

She was clearly unwanted.

Anger bubbled up in her chest, the rejection stinging badly. “You-you want me out of your wedding ?”

“Mari, I’m sorry. I—”

Marinette shook her head, crossing the apartment in long, harsh strides. She rushed past Alya and headed straight for the front door. “It’s pretty clear that I’m no longer wanted here,” she spat angrily, trying to ignore the tears pooling in her eyes. “I’ll be out of your hair in no time, don’t worry.”

“Mari, wait—”

"I'll send someone for my stuff later. You know, someone who won't nag me constantly and who doesn't believe Adrien isn't the biggest asshole on the planet." Grabbing her purse from the hook, she slammed the door shut behind her, ignoring her friend’s pleas.

Marinette made it back to Gabriel ’s headquarters in a dazed state with about an hour to spare before office hours, still shaken by the entire encounter. She let herself into her office through the same window she had used to exit, briefly noting that her security log wouldn’t be a problem after all. Throwing her purse in a corner of the room, she let her transformation fall and absentmindedly offered a cookie to a worried Tikki.

“Are you okay, Marinette?” came the soft voice of her littlest friend.

“I don’t know, Tikki. I…” Marinette swallowed painfully, refusing to meet her gaze. “How dare she say Adrien had been right? He selfishly tried to sabotage my career, and—”

“She’s right, though.”

The words hurt more than Marinette wanted to admit. Eyes widening, she whispered, “W-What?”

“You did change, Marinette,” Tikki said softly. “It’s up to you to figure out if it was worth it or not.”

As she slumped in her chair, landing an unimpressed gaze on the ambient clutter, Marinette suddenly felt overwhelmed by recent events. Her boss was dead. His son, whom she despised above anything else, was back in her life despite her wishes. She and her best friend were barely even on speaking terms anymore.

Emotions bubbled up in her chest and tears spilled on her cheeks, unbidden. This was not how she had envisioned her career going, much less her personal life. But she was too far gone; she had accomplished too much to back out now. If only she could salvage the line she had been working on with Gabriel, she would make a name for herself. Then maybe, just maybe, land herself a position that would actually allow her to have a life and an apartment of her own.

Gabriel had had projects for her. The upcoming women’s line had been meant as a test, an introduction of some sort into the management of an entire line. If she did well, he had promised to let her take care of the feminine branch of Gabriel on her own.

Now though, with Adrien behind the wheel of the company, her future within its walls was less than assured. It was no secret the young man loathed everything related to fashion and the Agreste name. Not a really good combo when you’re aspiring to a stellar career as a fashion designer in Gabriel Agreste’s empire.

She threw her frustration into her work, furiously sewing, cutting, and drawing the day away, barely stopping for fifteen minutes to eat a sandwich from a vending machine in the early evening. She worked until her bleary eyes couldn’t focus on her fingers anymore, until her brain refused to make the stitches remotely even.

With a loud sigh, she pushed the skirt she had been working on away and waited warily for the flow of worries and memories to come back to nag her. Shoulders hunched in defeat, she rested her head on her folded arms. This wouldn’t be the first night she’d spend in the office, and probably far from the last. As long as she didn’t figure things out, she would be stuck sleeping there, so she might as well get used to it.

Her sleep that night was restless, not bringing any soothing to her troubled mind.

Still exhausted, her patience long gone, she had half a mind to bite off the head of the rude human being who saw fit to wake her up at five a.m., unceremoniously barging into her office. The icing to the cake, though, was half-jumping out of her skin only to meet the worried gaze of none other than Adrien Agreste.

“Marinette!?”

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[alyas-ladyblog]

A Not So Brief Hiatus P.7

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Hey everyone! Sorry this update’s so late, school kicked up, so I’ve been trying to juggle that, my internship and this. I’m super excited that we finally got to the introduction of the Fox hero. Alya’s section of the fic will end soon, and we’ll be moving onto the next character, which will be fun :)

Anyways, hope you enjoy, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

Corporislatro, I am Hawkmoth. Aren’t you tired of your best friend acting as though she’d be anything without you? I’m giving you the power to make your best friend walk in your shoes, and you in hers. In return, you must bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses.

Do we have a deal?

“Yes Hawkmoth.”

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“shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Marinette whispered, clambering downstairs, Tikki floating close behind. 

Tikki suddenly yelped, and dove into the fruit bowl on the counter. 

Before she could react, Marinette heard a noise. 

She stiffened. 

Sabine walked out in her robe, blearily rubbing her eyes. 

“Marinette honey, what’s going on?” 

Marinette shushed her. 

“It’s an akuma. Go back into your room, and stay there,” she said, pushing her mom back towards her parents’ room. 

As she moved to close the door, Sabine grabbed her wrist. 

“What about you?” She said, and began pulling Marinette in. 

Another cackle sounded from outside, and Sabine paused. 

“Marinette,” Alya’s singsong voice floated through the house. “Where are you girl?” 

Sabine’s eyes widened. “Is that–” 

Marinette shut the door on her mom’s face. 

“I’ll be fine!” Marinette said through the door. “I’m just going back up to my room, and I’m gonna lock myself in. I’ll be safe, I promise.” 

She heard her mom pounding on her frame as she dashed off. 

She wondered how long it would take before Sabine remembered that that door locked from the inside. 

Marinette ducked behind the couch, away from the living room window. 

Tikki zipped out of the fruit bowl. 

“That was a close call,” She said. 

“Yeah, no kidding,” Marinette replied. “Let’s get this done quickly, I owe Alya an explanation. Tikki, Spots On!” 

The transformation washed over her. 

Ladybug emerged from behind the couch, sneaking into the hall and out the backdoor, and swung her way onto the roof of the school as quietly as she could. 

She surveyed the area, spotting Alya’s akumatized form pacing back and forth on her the Dupain-Cheng balcony. 

Ladybug pulled out her yoyo, using the camera to get a closer look. 

She started when she saw Alya. 

Her hair was pulled into two ponytails at the back of her head, and she wore a light grey, almost white jacket, and a black shirt with white cherry blossoms and pink vines on them. Her pants were a darker, more muted version of the same pink, and she wore a similarly colored cross body purse. 

“She’s wearing my clothes,” Ladybug breathed. 

Akuma Alya turned, and stomped her foot. 

Ladybug noted the black tears running down her face, and her white eyes, devoid of any pupil or iris. 

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed, and she zoomed in with her yoyo, looking for anything that stood out, that might house the akuma. 

“Fancy mew-ting you here, milady.” 

Ladybug let out a startled squeak and fell forward. 

She felt someone grab her wrist, and pull her back. 

As soon as she regained her footing, Chat let go of her wrist. 

“Sorry,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

He crouched next to her. “So, what do we know?” 

“The akuma is Alya Césaire, the author of the Ladyblog. Still not sure what her powers are, or why she got akumatized, but I’m guessing it has something to do with Marinette Dupain Cheng, her best friend. She was looking for her earlier, and that’s whose balcony she’s standing on. And before you ask,” Ladybug said, holding up her hand as Chat tried to interrupt her, “Marinette is safe. I have her in a secure hiding place. Alya won’t find her.” 

“Okay good,” Chat said with a nod. “Alya again,” he murmured. “Seems the poor thing’s having a rough go at it. Oblivio only happened a few weeks ago.” 

Ladybug felt a twinge of guilt at that. 

“Well, if we get this done fast, we can talk to her afterwards and check on how she’s doing,” Chat said. 

Ladybug nodded. 

“Okay,” she said. 

The two sprang forward, and Ladybug swung onto the balcony, Chat Noir touching down a second later. 

Akumatized Alya shrieked, seemingly put on defense. She hopped back, sprinting across the rooftops, Ladybug and Chat Noir in hot pursuit. 

The two followed her onto the roof of a greenhouse, where Alya gave them a mocking salute and fell back, shattering the pane she fell on. 

The duo hopped in after her, landing in the middle of a variety of plants. 

Ladybug backed up slowly until she bumped backs with Chat Noir. She drew her yoyo, but waited to turn it into her barrier, knowing the light it gave off would put a target on their back. 

Chat did the same, holding his baton with one hand, his other hand ghosting Ladybug’s hip, assuring her of his presence. 

They held their position, looking around for Alya. 

The greenhouse was unnaturally quiet. 

Ladybug felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. 

“Look out!” she yelled, just as Akumatized Alya dropped down from a bar on the ceiling, firing beams of light at them from two wristlets. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir dove in separate directions, and dodged the incoming beams. 

“Stand still!” the akuma roared. 

“Keep her busy!” Ladybug commanded. 

Chat nodded. 

He ran right for her, batting the beams of light out of the way with his baton. “You trying to get a picture of me for the Ladyblog Alya?” He asked, bringing his baton down, right where the akuma was standing. 

The akuma sidestepped the attack, and drove her elbow into Chat’s ribs. “It’s not Alya anymore, it’s Corporislatro,” she said, smashing her hand into his face.

 Chat flew back and rolled back into a somersault, landing on his feet. “Don’t you know Alya? Cat’s always land on their feet.” 

Corporislatro bared her teeth. “I’m going to relieve you of all nine of your lives kitty cat,” she hissed, charging Chat. 

Chat’s eyes widened, and he leapt out of the way, tripping the akuma. “Meowch,” he said, “I love a good cat pun but that one was just plain vicious.”

 He saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, and Ladybug holding what looked to be…a box of tea? 

Ladybug’s eyes lit up in recognition. “I’ll be back!” She shouted, throwing her yoyo out through the shattered window, launching herself into the sky. 

Chat cursed under his breath. 

Guess he was gonna be babysitting. 

He turned back to Corpwhatever and sighed at the wolfish grin she threw his way. 

“I hope I don't have to get a rabies shot after this,” he said, and drew his baton. 

--- 

Marinette burst into Master Fu’s studio. 

“Master! I need your help.” 

Fu nodded, and turned to the phonograph. 

He drew the miracle box from it, and opened it in front of her. 

“Pick an ally to help you on this mission,” Fu began, and Marinette tuned him out. 

She looked down at the options. 

Turtle? 

No. Corporislatro was too fast. 

Bee? 

No. She was too evasive, and could switch to using those beams to attack from a distance. 

Dragon? 

There wasn’t any point. The akuma didn’t seem to have any weakness to the elements. 

What she needed was a distraction. 

Marinette’s hand drifted towards the Fox. 

She hesitated. 

Was that too soon? Would bringing out Alya’s old miraculous to use against her be rubbing salt in the wound? 

“Trust your intuition Marinette,” Fu said. 

Marinette nodded, and grabbed the Fox Miraculous. 

Fu handed her the box, and she gingerly put the necklace inside. 

“Do you have someone in mind?” 

Her phone vibrated. 

Luka⚡️10:58pm: There’s an akuma in the greenhouse near your house. Stay inside. Stay safe. 

Marinette smiled. “I think I have the perfect candidate.” 

---- 

Ladybug cursed, leaping onto another rooftop. The boat had been empty. 

She sprinted past her bakery, then came to a screeching halt. 

Her parents were outside the bakery, talking with someone. 

She dropped down in front of them. “Monsieur, Madame, you need to get inside, it isn’t safe for you to–” 

Her sentence trailed off, and she realized who her parents were talking to. 

Luka raised his hand in greeting. 

“The akuma has our daughter!” Sabine sobbed, quickly drawing her attention back to the problem at hand. 

“It’s alright love,” Tom said, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead. “Ladybug is here now, she’ll fix this.” 

Ladybug took Sabine’s hand. “Marinette is safe. The akuma was targeting her, so I took her somewhere protected. She’s hiding now and she’s in good hands: the akuma can’t get to her. I apologize for the scare.” 

Sabine nodded, and gave her a watery smile. 

“Thank you, Ladybug.” 

Ladybug smiled back. “Is there anything you can tell me about this akuma?” 

“Her power seems like it makes people switch personalities,” Luka responded. “She hit my sister, and my sister started acting like her girlfriend. It even changed her hair and clothes to match, and she was crying these black tears,” he said with a shudder. 

“After hitting her, the akuma tried hitting my mom and I, but lost her patience and left, and Jule-Rose seems fine. The akuma had said something about finding Marinette, so I ran here, to try and make sure she was safe.” 

Ladybug nodded. “Any other details?” 

Luka shook his head. 

“Well then, we best be getting you home.” 

Ladybug looped her free arm around Luka, and turned back to her parents. 

“Monsieur, Madame, for your safety, please get back inside.” 

Sabine squeezed Ladybug’s hand, and her and Tom went back into the bakery. 

Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed her yoyo, launching them into the air. 

She dropped them in a nearby alleyway. 

“Ladybug why did we–” Ladybug thrust the box at him. 

“Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Fox, which grants the power of illusion. You will use it for the greater good, and when the mission is over, you will return it to me. Can I trust you?” 

Luka’s eyes crinkled in confusion. 

“What about Viperion?” 

“Not the right choice for this mission,” she said. 

“But isn’t there already a fox?” 

“She asked to be retired,” Ladybug explained, feeling the familiar tightening in her chest. 

Luka nodded, not pressing the matter, which she appreciated. 

He opened the box, and Trixx shot out. 

“Heya new guy! The name’s Trixx, I’m your kwami, you know the drill. Remember to focus when you cast your mirage, and keep playing until you want it to fall. To detransform, it’s Trixx, let’s rest, and to transform, just say Trixx, let’s pounce.” 

Luka slipped on the necklace. “Trixx, let’s pounce!” 

The transformation washed over him, giving him a fur trimmed hood, and a sharper mask, with an orange line under each eye, coming down to a point on his nose. 

Ladybug tilted her head. 

His suit was mostly cream colored, with gradients of orange concentrated at his joints and on his head. 

She’d never seen a fox quite like it. 

“Let’s head out,” he said, leaping onto the roof. 

“So, what do you want me to call you?” Ladybug asked, jogging next to him. 

Luka hummed. “Euterpe,” he said finally. 

The two stopped across the way from the greenhouse, where they could see flashes of bright light coming from within.

Euterpe’s eyes widened. “Is Chat–” 

“Alone in there with Corporislatro? Yeah. Listen, I need you to stay hidden, alright? This is Alya, even in her akumatized form, she'll know what having the fox around means, and she'll be on the lookout for illusions.”

 Euterpe nodded. “I’ll stick to the shadows,” he said, peeling off from their spot and perching on the roof, watching the fight from above. 

Ladybug dropped down through the roof, landing in front of Chat Noir, reflecting one of Corporislatro’s beams back towards her. 

“I thought you were bringing a friend!” Chat said, knocking a beam to the side with his baton. 

Ladybug threw her yoyo, the end wrapping around the ceiling beam, and swung at Corporislatro, driving her feet into the akuma’s chest, sending her flying. 

“I did!” she said, dropping back onto the ground. “I told him to wait to make his appearance.” 

Chat feigned offense. “So when he makes a grand entrance, it’s ‘fine’, and ‘Ladybug approved,’ but when I make a grand entrance it’s ‘a strategic misstep’ and ‘showboating’, I see how it is Bugaboo.” 

Ladybug laughed, her back turned to where the akuma was. 

Chat’s eyes widened when he saw the beam coming for her. 

“Ladybug watch out!” He thrust his hand forward. 

Ladybug turned, and the beam hit her square in the chest. 

Chat flung his baton like a boomerang, sending Corporislatro flying once more.

He caught the baton, and turned back to Ladybug, who was doubled over. 

Chat watched in horror as her hair receded, changing into a short pixie cut. Two antennae sprung from above her temples, and her suit turned black, with a solitary red spot spanning the majority of her mask, her face covered in the same black tears as Alya’s. Shiny, bug-like armor covered her torso, and her yoyo disappeared. 

She stood up, eyes still closed, and Chat noticed two red spots, one on each cheek. 

Her eyes opened, and Chat recoiled. 

Ladybug’s eyes were indigo. 

Her now-indigo eyes widened. 

“Oh no,” she breathed. Chat rushed forward. 

“What happened?” He asked, placing his hands on her face. 

The second he touched her, he flinched. 

Waves of pure energy rolled off of her. This was not Ladybug, this was something even more powerful, something ancient. 

He recognized the energy. 

“Tikki?” Ladyb-Tikki nodded. 

“Alya’s power seems to swap whoever gets hit’s body with their best friend.” 

Something bubbled up in Chat’s chest, but he shoved that feeling down. 

This was serious. 

Chat grabbed Tikkibug, who responded with a small, “eep!” and jumped out the building, stumbling upon the white fox. 

“Change of plans Foxtrot, we need to go, now.” 

The new hero nodded, tucking his flute in between his sash and his back, and ran after them. 

Once they were far enough away, Chat placed Tikkibug on the ground gently. 

“Is she…” Chat’s sentence trailed off, not sure how to finish the thought. 

“Ladybug’s fine,” Tikkibug confirmed. “I can sense her freaking out, but she’s aware of what’s going on. It just means she’s having to control our powers now.” 

Tikkibug held out her hand, and the yoyo appeared in it in a flash of light. “I haven’t been in control in a couple of millennia, but I have access to more power than Ladybug does at the moment. I would prefer not to use it, because without me moderating the flow of power it can get a little…messy very quickly.” 

“What do you mean by messy?” The fox hero asked. 

Tikkibug winced. “I just wanted to summon some water, but ended up submerging an entire city.” 

“Oh, that kind of messy,” the fox hero said, his voice an octave higher than it was before. He took a breath and turned to Chat. “Nice to meet you by the way, I’m Euterpe.” He stuck his hand out. 

Chat took his hand, and shook it, marveling at how soft his suit looked, and tried not to think about Tikki admitting to sinking Atlantis. “Nice to meet you, Euterpe.” 

“What’s the plan?” Euterpe asked, turning to Tikkibug. 

She furrowed her brow. “We need to get Alya into an enclosed location, so we can limit her potential targets, and corner her, but one big enough to maneuver in.” 

“What about the Grand Palais?” Euterpe suggested. 

Tikkibug nodded. “That should work.”

[prussianblue350]

Hi kinda wanted to start a story no idea what to call it or where this is going though.

Chapter 1

The cold air enters my lungs as I’m kicked to the ground I look up at the stars bracing for more injuries, I can’t beat this guy, not without him, I stagger upwards before swinging myself to higher ground I reach for my device I try to call him again.

No luck.

The man who is akumatised breaks the building im standing on and as I wasn’t prepared I fell with the building, air leaves my lungs and I  groan as I turn to get up struggling to breath but I prepare myself taking in a big shaking breath, getting ready for round 4, I look up at the guy I’m fighting I have done no damage to this guy at all but I am probably featuring bruised ribs and a black eye at this point.

He owes me next time we do our rounds of patrol.

I close my eyes psyching myself up and open them just in time to see my opponent slowly falling down, down, down to the ground as soon as my eyes picked up he wasn’t getting up anytime soon they fixed to the person behind him.

With a brick in one hand he lifts his other hand to scratch behind his neck awkwardly “whoops”.

I continue to stare at him in shock “Adrien, what are you doing here!”

“I’m sorry you were in trouble”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here Adrien” I shake my head as I walk to the unconscious man to see where the Akuma was hiding.

“I was doing a photo shoot”

I bend down to pick up a stuffed unicorn with a letter tucked inside its fake collar, frowning at what is written ’My dear Ashley, I love you so much my baby girl, I hope the doctors make you all better, you are such a strong girl  - love Daddy’  Hawkmoth is stooping lower these days and now this, picking on a father whose little girl in hospital. No wonder why  he was so hard to beat, so much emotion. sighing I rip up the paper and throw my lucky charm in the air “miraculous Ladybug!” I watch as my powers fixes everything in sight I just wish it would heal my body.

“Ladybug?”

I snap my attention back to him  "At midnight, in the snow and without your oh so famous bodyguard?“ I smirk looking at him and notice him shivering  and before he replies I cut in "You should go home, I’m going to drop this guy at the hospital to be with his daughter” I look down at the unconscious man on the floor, he is much smaller now so it’ll be much easier to carry him.

“No, it’s fine Ladybug let me help” he says smiling, he bends down picking up the man.

I laugh at him “I’m going by yoyo and I cant carry you both”.

“O-Oh of course never mind then” I manoeuvre the man out of Adrien’s arm and blush at our closeness.

“D-Do you need me to wait with you until your bodyguard comes?” I wince at my stutter hoping he didn’t pick it up, I was doing so well!

“No, it’s fine” he smiles scratching the back of his neck “Thank you anyway”.

“I’m the one who should be thanking you, Chat Noir wasn’t here and if it wasn’t for you I don’t know what I would have done”

“I-It was nothing Ladybug”

“Which reminds Chat Noir is going to be in huge trouble when I see him next” I growl, Adrien opens his mouth but as if on cue the man in my arms stirred in my arms and I look down at him and sigh  "I should get going now, bye Adrien" I reposition the man in my arms and take off with my yo-yo flying towards the hospital leaving Adrien behind.

During the trip to the hospital the man wakes up causing me to  almost drop him he looks up at me confused before realization dawned on his face “please keep still sir, I don’t want to drop you”

he looks down “what happed to me? he whimpered in shame I look down before taking a sharp breath preparing for the next swing "I cant believe this happened, I’m so sorry ladybug.”

I give him a sad smile in return “It’s not your fault sir”

I wince when we landed in front of the hospital my body feeling like its about to give out but I didn’t want to leave till he was seen to, when the nurses finally called him I turn to leave when I felt a hand on my wrist “Can you please see my little girl, she loves you” my Miraculous beeps reminding me of the time I have left.

“I would love to, but I need to go” I wince as his expression fell “But, I would love to see her tomorrow during afternoon visiting hours, I will meet you at the front.

The nurse call his name again and he lets go nodding at me before mouthing a quick thank you, I wave and head outside and take off looking for a secure and hidden place to transform and charge back up which happens to be a foul smelling alley way hidden away between two abandon looking buildings "spot’s off” I say softly holding my hand out for Tikki to rest on.

“Marinette, are you ok?”

I smile softly down at her “nothing a little make up and icepacks wont fix” I reach into my purse and pull out 2 cookies I unwrap tikki’s cookie handing it to her before indulging into mine.

“It was nice of you to agree to visit the little girl tomorrow”.

I glance at my kwami with sad eyes “I couldn’t say no to that"I sigh contemplating if I should make something for the visit tomorrow "Let’s go Tikki, it’s pretty cold out here” I open my bag as Tikki flew inside letting her rest, I limp slowly back to my appartment while Grumbling angrily at myself for not wearing warmer clothes

When I finally made it home I look at the mess surrounding me, the assignments im working on for college in one corner and in the other corner my internship designs, I slowly walk around the room picking up the papers and fabrics that are littering the floor and putting them away neatly on my shelves.

I was finally finished and content as everything was in the right place, strectching  I decide to head to bed and join Tikki who has been asleep since we arrived home, as a yawn escapes I head towards the room but stop when my foot touches something soft and I look down, it was a fabric swatch. I pick it up and toss it around in my hands before an idea struck me and I was off getting all my materials for the long night ahead of me.

[allthingsfangirl101]

No Beanie Today?- Stuart

I walked into work with a coffee in hand. It's been a year since my group got the internship at Google. We started out not being able to work together, but now we're all pretty close.

I put my keys in my bag and froze in the doorway when I noticed Stuart was here early. He wasn't sitting at his desk. He was sitting on the couch with his shoulder slumped. My eyes narrowed when I noticed something seemed odd. He wasn't wearing a beanie.

He always wears a beanie.

"Whoa. No beanie today? What's wrong?" I joked. I stopped laughing when I noticed Stuart playing with his fingers.

"Stuart? You okay?" I put my stuff down on my desk and walked over to his. "Stuart," I said softly as I stood in front of him.

"Oh, hey Y/N." He mumbled as he finally looked up at me.

"Are you okay?" When he didn't answer I kept rambling like the awkward idiot I am. "I know you aren't okay because you're here early, when you're usually fifteen minutes late. You aren't wearing a beanie like you always are. I mean, it's kind of weird seeing you without a beanie."

"My girlfriend and I broke up," he rushed out, cutting me off.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, sitting next to him. He just shrugged, looking back at his hands. I nodded before getting an idea. "How about we do happy hour today?"

"What?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "We can get everyone together and go to Hal's after work. It could be fun. Plus drinking and dancing is a great distraction."

"That," he laughed. "Is actually a really great idea, Y/N."

We got to Hal's a little over an hour ago and Stuart and I were already drunk off our asses.

"Can I ask you a question?" Stuart slurred.

"You just did," drunk me laughed.

He sent me a look before laughing. "Okay, so why do long distance relationship suck balls?"

"It's in the name," I giggled. "Long distance. They never work because you spend too much time apart. In order for relationships to work, you have to spend time together. More than just phone calls and texts and video chats."

"You mean sex," he chuckled like a twelve year old.

"No," I dragged out. I paused before adding, "Well, yes but also being with each other. . . When you. . . Shut up," I said playfully pushing him. I laughed when he almost fell off his stool.

"Come on!" I yelled over the music. "Let's go dance!" I grabbed Stuart's hand and led him to the dance floor. We started dancing to the music, looking like complete fools thanks to the dozen or so beers we just chugged.

When a slower song came on, I put my hands on his shoulders as I started to sway my hips to the music. He reached forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me a little closer to him.

I looked up and gasped when our noses brushed against each other. I bit my lip when I noticed how close we were. All I had to do was lift my chin up and I could press my lips to his. I backed away when my drunk brain remembered why we were here.

Stuart opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when a fast song came on. I let go of his shoulders and started swaying my hips and head to the beat. I had my back to him when  his hands suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.

I moaned as I felt him start to move his hips in sync with mine. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as Stuart continued to grind against my hips.

Suddenly, he stopped dancing. I turned around and noticed him staring at me. "We should. . . Probably," I stuttered out, trying to sober up. I gasped when he pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine.

I ran my fingers through his hair as our lips moved in sync. "Stuart," I moaned as he started to kiss my neck. "We shouldn't," I gasped as he found my sweet spot.

He started kissing up my neck to my jaw. I gasped when I felt his breath on my ear. "Just shut up and kiss me," he said before pressing his lips to mine.

I woke up to the sun shining through the window. I opened my eyes, but quickly closed them due to my pounding headache. I was about to sit up when I heard a slight snoring sound coming from behind me.

I slowly turned around, scared of who might be next to me. My eyes widened when I saw a sleeping Stuart next to me. I looked down and became very aware that I wasn't wearing any clothes.

"Y/N?" I turned to see Stuart sitting up. "Did we. . ."

He didn't finish his question, but he didn't have to. "Yeah, I think we did," I said tightening the blanket around my chest as I sat up.

"Oh," he sighed. I got embarrassed as Stuart just sat on his bed, not saying a word. It was then that I realized one of the best nights of my life was just a drunken mistake to him.

I reached down and quickly gathered my clothes to start getting dressed. Another wave of embarrassment washed over me when I couldn't find my underwear. I stood up and slipped on my pants. I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my bra.

"Well," I cleared my throat, running my hand through my hair.  "I should probably go."

"Y/N, wait." He said trying to stop me. I quickly left his room and headed towards his front door. I grabbed my purse that was sitting on the couch before reaching for the door.

"Y/N, stop."

Stuart put his hand on the door, closing it. I gasped when he turned me around, pushed me up against the door and pressed his lips to mine.

I instantly started kissing him back. His hands gripped my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck. We pulled apart and he pressed his forehead to mine as we caught our breaths.

"You were right last night," he whispered pulling away and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Long distance relationships never work because relationships only work if you're together. So, lets be together."

"But what about. . ."

"I fell out of love with her the moment I met you." He said before pressing his lips to mine again.

I pulled away, unable to wipe the smile from my face. "We're umm. . . We're going to be late for work."

"Who cares," he laughed before pressing his lips to mine again.

"I do," I pulled away with a small smile on my face. He reached up and cupped my cheek.

"I should get going," I whispered. "I can't go to work wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday. I mean, I know Yoyo does when he gets stressed but," I shrugged making him laugh.

"Fine," he sighed overly dramatically. "I'll see you at work." I smiled as he pressed a long kiss to my cheek. When he pulled away he opened the door for me.

"See you at work," I winked.

After I had showered and gotten dressed, I headed to the office. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I logged onto my computer. I caught myself constantly looking at the door, waiting for Stuart to walk in.

"Y/N, what's wrong? You keep looking at the door," Neha laughed.

"Nothing," I stuttered, knowing my cheeks were flaming red.

"Whoa, Stuart. You're here on time," Nick laughed.

"Early, actually," Billy corrected. I looked up to see Stuart smirking at me. I bit my lip when I noticed something.

He was wearing a beanie.

[rowan-ravenwood]

So I was looking through a bunch of my old original posts and found things like these:

I still distinctly remember the pain I was in as I wrote them, though I don’t remember the specific instances. I was suicidal, self-harmed, and had an eating disorder. I thought I would never make it out of the bottomless pit of despair and depression I was living in. I was one of those teens with a secret depression blog, doing my best to talk others out of suicide while struggling to do the same for myself. I was convinced I was a worthless failure. The only thing I looked forward to was sleep.

Fastforward four years to now. I am now living proof that it gets better. Sure I still have bad days, but those are an unavoidable part of life. It did get worse before it got better, but it got better. I’m no longer suicidal. I’ve actually lost track of how long it’s been since I last self-harmed (though I know it’s been at least two years). I have a healthy relationship with food, no longer yoyoing between starving myself and binge eating. If I had given in to my pain—if I had killed myself—I wouldn’t be where I’m at today. I wouldn’t be about to graduate college with honors. I wouldn’t have met my two best friends. I wouldn’t be preparing to go on the biggest adventure of my life (internship in DC!!). I wouldn’t be living my best life the way I am now.

It gets better. I promise. I’m living proof. You just have to find the strength to hold on.

[trashgoblinthynameispidge]

Yo-Yo Competition

“Come on girl you have to join!”

“But Alya I’m no good! If anything I’ll just embarrass myself rather than win a tour of the Agreste design studio from Adrien.”

“Girl your doing this and if you try not to I’m showing Adrien our text history!”

Alya was a lot of things and one of those is stubborn, you don’t question her because she was going to do it and she was going to love doing it too. So here was Marinette with a spotted yoyo in her hand as this was for some reason a part of the competition to get an internship and more importantly tour from Adrien Agreste of the Agreste design studio! It was pretty clear she was going to win at this point in the competition, the crowds eyes were on her and with every twirl of the yoyo and flick of her wrist there was many coos and even the occasional clap for certain tricks.

“Congratulation to Marinette! For her amazing skills that might be able to rival that of Ladybug herself!”

Wow Adriends voice was amazing and he he, he just said her name!!!! Oh Adrien! Oh now he's grabbing my hand and oh oh no stairs! Ok left foot right foot left right. I did and his hand is so soft!

“You know you had me fooled Marinette I honestly thought you were Ladybug where did you learn all those tricks?”

“Oh haha I guess I just am a quick learner! I was mainly using online videos for the last week Ha ha!”

“Right, you are a smart cookie”

He couldn’t shake it though, she used tricks only Ladybug used, he would know he tried to search for them. But hey he could always try and get it out of her during the tour. He was just going to have to let a little of his Chat shine through.

Chapter 2 -

She had his number! She had Adrien Agreste as a contact in her phone! Not only that but they were texting. Long since about the arrangements for the internship which for something to do with climbing up the ladder it fell on Adrien to arrange, but now it was who was there favorite Chat or Ladybug or the infamous cat v.s. dog debate. Which she was happy to note they both agreed on, that last one though was quite a lengthy argument that ended at fine our least favorite is Hawkmoth. Although that entered into a new argument where she tiptoed over mentioning kwamis the entire time. After a while talking to him felt, natural.

So when they arrived at school it was only natural they talk to each other since they were there before Alya or Nino. It just so happened that they didn’t notice the aforementioned people walk into the classroom until they were forced out of their conversation by a very angry Miss Bustier.

“Now what is so important that I can hear you talking yet you won’t respond to your names?”

“Sorry madam!” Two voices said at the same time. Yet they sent emails on their tablets through class partially to be stubborn but all just because it was fun. Marinette even sent a joke to Adrien ‘Hey being a rebel is part of the school experience’ It wasn’t much so she was surprised when he started dying in front of her, a few seconds after the read box checked on the email. It was very cute though and she may or may not have fallen for him again…

Lunch went mostly the same a bit more Alya and Nino though. Once she got home while Adrien was unable to text for a few hours due to a photoshoot and, while it hurt her a bit she destroyed the calendar with Adriene's’ schedule, updated her computer background, and brought down all the picture of him except for those that contained an interesting design or more than just him. There, she had to keep a bit more of a professional relationship with Adrien, well at least a more normal one. Besides he said he wanted to come to her house sometime a ‘trade’ for her seeing his home as a part of the tour since they were close.

“Im proud of you Marinette this is going towards something real Im sure!”

“Thanks Tikki!”

She then managed to finish her homework rather quickly and started sketching out possible designs to show Mr. Agreste for the internship as she was advised by Adrien. She was actually getting somewhere and managed to ignore the first 3 notifications from her phone until Tikki gasped as she was reading them what could be that important Tikki? Oh oh Adrien just sent her a picture and omg! It was from the photoshoot and why did it have to be spring aka a models summer, which meant swimsuits.

“Why does he have to do this to me Tikki?”

“I don’t know Marinette”

Ok you’ve got this Marinette you can respond in a normal fashion. He said ‘help I don’t know how I can look this happy in the picture I feel miserable’ ok so start ‘that sucks :( but hey’ uhh, ‘at least tell me the swimsuit is comfortable!’ alright send! And there went another evening until Tikki told her there was an akuma. Why did this always happen at the worst of times. ‘Have to go akuma, and making sure Alya doesn’t get hurt you know!’ ‘Yeah ttyl, I used that correctly right!’ That that is just adorable!

Soon enough the akuma is done with, just a small one this time. She did have to bring Alya out of the cross fire twice so she didn’t really lie to Adrien. God she wanted to just go and talk to him but first Chat. Who from just looking at him she knew he was going to be especially flirty, great..

“My lady! Is your ego intact I heard someone may have out done you at a yoyo competition?”

“Oh no Chat Noir I was in that competition that was terrible!” She fake fainted nearly knocking over Chat as she did so. “Oh my I should go get Marinette to be my new lady!”

“Now then what about my little kitten?”

“Oh then I best not, but if you two switch Im sure I wouldn’t notice the difference!”

That got a big laugh from her and and only served to prove his theory, he was going to need more solid evidence but this was progress!

“Well before you have a chance to exchange us I’m going to bounce kitty!”

When she landed on her bed she gave Tikki a few different treats as she sent a simple ‘Im back <3’ text to Adrien of course not thinking twice about that little emoticon on the end. Except that was exactly what Adrien wanted well twice over, the heart of ladybug but better to have Marinette's guard down. Then she would be more likely to just tell him that she was in fact more than a princesses but a lady.

Chapter 3-

She was awoken to the sound of a text notification it had been happening more in more as Adrien seemed to be an early bird or at least Nathalie was so she often got morning texts from him. This one was special though not the text but the morning. His text reflected this reading, you ready for the big day?!? The texts were a bit shorter as both of them were getting extra dressed up. Soon enough a limo was there to pick her up, really only because of Adrien but no one needed to know that.

Then she was there, at the Agreste office the sign so big and beautiful over her. She must have been oggling as Adrien started pulling her in.

“Isn’t it more impressive when your on the sign, you always choose that route.”

She was so preoccupied with her aw and nerves she let comment pass, this only proved his theory he mentioned that sort of thing to others no matter their state they ALWAYS commented on it. He was going to enjoy playing a game on his lady. Maybe it was a bit harsh but hey she needed a little spice in her life. Although he did feel Plagg smacking him probably, definitely in disapproval.

They went on him commenting on fabrics and using us, you, our, and me instead of the names of Paris’ heros. She started commenting back, only getting mad talking of how careful the masks must be to protect identities. The such that she always seemed to say, except she had hesitation and anger at the same time.

He regretted it, he could see it in her eyes. The pain the disbelief how much it was killing her to know who it was and that he broke the rule. He was sorry he was so so sorry now. But he knew her and she was not going to just forgive him. Yeah it was safe to say he had fucked up.

Over the next week he helped he talked to her as a friend worked overtime on patrol and left her gifts. He even mentioned it a few times mostly in notes so no one would be the wiser. She came out again, and to his surprise was rather flirty. The days turned to weeks and soon enough something blossomed.

“You know work relationships are frowned upon, my dad would be livid!”

“Well we never said it, I don’t know who my kitty is so since superheros have no boss I think this is ok.”

“Cat (Can’t) deny that my purrincess.”

“Hmph don’t give me hint kitten then we don’t have an excuse.”

Yeah he had fixed it now he just had to control the urge to kiss Marinette whenever she wasn’t in ‘uniform’.

[cheeseeatingtrashmonster]

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Marinette heard a thump on her balcony and rolled her eyes, a fond smile betraying that her annoyance was performative.

"What is it this time?" she asked herself as she climbed out the skylight. A bouquet of red roses sat on the table. The note attached to them didn't say anything, but it bore a scribbled cat in black pen.

"He'll spoil me," Marinette said to Tikki as she came inside.

"I'm glad you two are so happy," Tikki said.

"It's not all happiness," Marinette said, setting the roses next to the book of poetry, half-finished box of chocolates, new knitting needles, and silver charm bracelet that had also "miraculously" ended up on her balcony. "But the parts with him are all good and right."

/*****/

"He won't mind?" Adrien asked the Gorilla for the sixth time that morning.

"Do I need to get him on the phone? He's old and grown, he's definitely not using this room."

"But it was your son's. I don't want to take away those memories."

"You keep Master Fu out of this and my memories will be just fine in my head."

Adrien laughed and nodded.

"Go get some boxes," Gorilla said. "If we can get everything moved in tonight, you'll have three weeks to get it all settled before school starts."

"That sounds like more than enough time," Adrien said, grabbing his keys from the table.

"You'll learn quickly otherwise."

It took months for Adrien to fully move into Gorilla's son's old room. He knew he was comfortable there when he pried one of the baseboards in the closet away from the wall and tucked two envelopes in the space.

One said "Emilie".

One said "Adrien".

/*****/

Marinette had fallen asleep on her chaise watching a movie with Adrien. He covered her with a blanket, shut off the computer screen, and told Tikki to tell her he had gone home before creeping down the stairs.

"Adrien," Tom said from the kitchen table. "Come sit."

Adrien froze on the stairs.

"Am I in trouble? Is this the 'don't hurt my daughter' speech?"

Tom laughed. "No to both of those. I wanted to see how you were doing with everything going on."

Adrien sat across from him and Tom got up to pour him a cup of tea. Adrien glanced at the paperwork on the table. He hadn't realized there was so much background work that went into running a bakery beyond baking.

"So, you've moved in, you're getting settled, you're preparing for the new school year, your father's out of the hospital and back at work. I won't pretend to know what happened between you two, but I know you're a kid that doesn't like to make waves, so I wanted you to know that I'm proud of you for fighting for what you need."

Adrien found himself trying to hold back tears. He spent much too much time crying these days.

"So, how are you doing?"

"Everything's been a lot," Adrien said, clearing his throat and ducking his head to blink a few times. "I hope you don't mind how much time I've been spending here. It helps."

"You're always welcome."

A quiet moment passed, and it was just starting to turn awkward when Adrien said, "Marinette said... that you didn't know your father growing up. I hope you don't mind that she told me, but I wanted to ask... How did you know you'd make a good dad?"

Tom thought for a minute. "I didn't. I worried that since my Y chromosome came from someone who left, that I would be the kind of person who left. It took Sabine a while to convince me that it was my choice. Every day, every moment, I have the choice to stay. I am the father I am because of a thousand choices, most of them small. That's how you become the person you want to be. And I'm not saying it's easy. It means paying attention to every small choice. Using your will over your instincts when they steer you wrong is exhausting. But it gets easier with time."

Adrien nodded. The Gorilla had given him a similar speech the other day. If both the good dads in his life agreed, then that was exactly what he would have to do.

"Thank you," Adrien said.

"You know," Tom said, getting a glint in his eye that Adrien had seen in his daughter many times, "we have an opening for a part time employee. Mostly behind the register, but some baking would be required. Maybe we wouldn't start you right away, since you're still settling in, but-"

"That sounds amazing," Adrien said.

/*****/

"Ah, Miss Dupain-Cheng," Gabriel said, not looking up from his computer screen. "Nice of you to stop by."

"It's not like we can really leave you unsupervised for long," she muttered under her breath.

"I asked you here for a reason," he said, standing to gesture towards the office's couch. He stood next to it, waiting for her to sit. She tried staring him down, but eventually gave up and sat. He sat at the other end of the couch and tried to smile at her.

"It bugs you, that I'm so young and still managed to keep you from you goal for so long," Marinette said with a smirk.

"It 'bugs' me? I see my son is in fact influencing you. I hope you have an influence on him as well. You two will be good for each other, I think."

"Mr. Agreste, what do you want?"

"I want to offer you an internship for the duration of the school year. Only ten, fifteen hours a week, and very little pay, but it's experience in the industry; invaluable at your age."

"In exchange for?"

"In exchange for your talent being part of my fashion house. I have been aware of your career goals since that first hat contest. You have already started to make a name for yourself, and with the right guidance, you can-"

"No, I mean, what do you expect me to do to earn this 'generosity'? Give you reports on Adrien? Tell him how nice you are at work? Pressure him to come back to you when you haven't even bothered to try and change at all?"

"That's not exactly what I meant," Gabriel said. "I do think it would be good for Adrien to see that I am making an effort, that I can help you two provide for yourselves and build a future, so-"

"Gabriel," Marinette said, standing, "he told you what you have to do. Show him that you've changed. And do that by actually changing. There's no 'use Marinette' shortcut. In fact, trying to take shortcuts proves you're missing the point altogether."

Gabriel stood. "Miss Dupain-Cheng-"

"Gabriel," Marinette said, crossing her arms. "I want you two to have a relationship. But I'd rather Adrien has to turn to other men in his life for a father figure than have you doing a horrible job and hurting him every time he sees you. You want what's best for him?"

Gabriel spluttered for a moment, then stilled. "Yes. I always have."

"Then change. That's the only way."

Marinette headed towards the door.

"Marinette," Gabriel called.

She stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

"I don't know how."

She walked back over and put a hand on his arm. "Try being more like him."

/*****/

"Stop that," Ladybug said, shoving lightly at Chat Noir's shoulder.

"But My Lady! How can I win you over if I don't show you a purr-fect time?"

"You already won me over, remember?" she asked. "Now stop punning or I'm dangling you off the roof again."

"You deserve to be won over every day for the rest of our lives, My Lady," he said, taking her hand to kiss the back of it.

"Ugh, ridiculous flirt," she said, shaking her head. Her smile was enough to encourage him to keep going though.

"Though it might be im-paw-sible, I will dedicate-"

Chat made a high pitched squeaking noise as he was suddenly shoved from his perch next to Ladybug and fell halfway to the ground before her yoyo wrapped around him, yanking him to a halt.

"I told you I would!" she yelled down to him, bouncing the string a little and hearing a smaller squeak from Chat.

"That wasn't fur-nny!"

She let him drop another foot.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

"That's better," she muttered, pulling him back up.

Chat waited until he was fully settled next to her to look up with wide eyes and his cat ears back.

"Aw, come here, Kitty," she said, holding her arm out for him to slide into her side. He did, but he kept one hand on the roof under him, and the other low on her back, close to his baton.

"Your aversion to pun-based flirting is un...fur-tunate for me," he said.

He waited a beat. She tensed. He pushed away from her, running to the other end of the roof. She jumped to her feet.

"Chat Noir!"

"Cat-ch me if you can, Bugaboo!"

They lapped the city twice that night, screaming and chasing each other. Paris had never seen their heroes happier.

/*****/

He had to get this right.

"Adrien?"

He had to get all of this right.

"Adrien, everyone else is done."

If he didn't get everything right... His mind supplied lots of things that would go wrong. Marinette would leave him. Plagg would ask him to give up his miraculous. Gorilla wouldn't want to keep taking care of him. His father would-

"Adrien, I've watched you check your test over three times."

His father would...

"Okay, class dismissed. Adrien, please hand in your test."

He grabbed his things and dropped the test on the teacher's desk before bolting out the door, ignoring the annoyed shouts of the classmates he shoved out of the way and the teacher trying to get him to stay. He made his way to the music room he knew was empty all afternoon and closed the door, leaning against it as he slid to the ground.

"Hey, Kid, what was that?" Plagg asked.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "I'm fine."

"You're sweating through your shirt and the teacher had to call you five times."

"I'm fine," he said, wiping at the strange tickling sensation on his face. He was crying.

"I'm gonna go get Pigtails," Plagg said, raising to peek out the window in the top half of the door.

"She'll find me," he said.

"Yeah, she's right there," Plagg said, lowering to Adrien's shoulder where he started purring, trying to impart some comfort. Adrien slid to the side so the door could open and Marinette slipped in and sat next to him.

"I saw you looking pretty upset leaving your literature class," Marinette said, running a hand up and down his arm. "And you sounded really worried about that test even though you knew everything when I helped you study last night."

"I don't know why this is such a big deal," Adrien said, trying to control his breathing, his shaking, something. "It's just one test. This shouldn't be so... big."

"Okay, it's okay," she said, rubbing his back. "Can you try one of those breathing exercises you looked up the other day?" she asked.

She walked through the steps with him until his breathing was even again and his shaking had stopped.

"Do you want to call the Gorilla, have him pick you up?"

"Yeah. I don't want to go back to class today."

Marinette walked Adrien to the nurses office to explain that he had had a panic attack. The nurse had him sit and drink a bottle of water until she could get the Gorilla on the phone. She tried to get Marinette to go back to class, but gave up after she saw the way Adrien grabbed onto her wrist at the suggestion.

"So, what happened, Kitty?" Marinette asked when the nurse was distracted.

"I really don't know," he said, rubbing at the headache forming in the middle of his forehead. "I'm really good at literature. Gorilla said so long as I'm doing my best and asking for help when I need it, he doesn't care what grades I get."

"But?"

Adrien sighed and tried to pretend he didn't know the answer to that question. Marinette squeezed his hand, and he dropped his head to her shoulder.

"But I keep thinking of how disappointed my dad was every time I came home with a test that wasn't perfect. I feel like Gorilla deserves me doing even better than I did for Gabriel."

"Gorilla and I want you doing your best," she said, running her fingers through his sweaty hair. "Working yourself into a panic attack is not your best."

"Yeah."

Marinette stayed with Adrien until Gorilla arrived and gave her a Look. She promised to stop by that night with notes for the classes he missed.

"Come on," Gorilla said. "I signed you out. We're heading to the doctor."

It took a while and a lot of work, but Adrien finally had the support he needed to manage his anxiety.

/*****/

Marinette was halfway through the bushes at the edge of the park before she remembered her Ladybug suit wouldn't have torn from the branches scratching at her the way her shirt was at that moment.

"Look at you!" she cooed at the bundle of fur a little deeper in the bush.

"What are you doing?" Adrien asked.

"Can I borrow your gym shirt?" she asked, sticking a hand back out of the bush.

"Why?" he asked, fishing the garment from his gym bag and handing it to her.

"I was right about that sound," she said, emerging with the shirt bundled up and held to her chest. "Meet your new competition for all my love and head scratches."

Adrien stepped closer. In Marinette's arms was a tiny white kitten.

"I love her," Adrien said, bending down so he was almost nose to nose with the kitten. "I figured it would be a few years before we had children, My Lady, but it looks like life had another plan."

She laughed and shifted the kitten so she had a hand free to boop his nose. "Don't make that joke around my parents, okay?"

They took the kitten to the vet and found out that the kitten was a boy and very healthy, with no signs of an owner.

"You can't keep him because of the bakery, right?" Adrien asked.

"Pretty much."

"I hope Gorilla likes cats."

Gorilla did like cats, it turned out.

"I can't believe I rescued a kitten today," Marinette said, running a finger over Chat Blanc's head.

"I can believe it," Adrien said, settling next to her. "You rescued this kitten long ago."

/*****/

"Adrien?"

"Who is this?" Adrien had the phone balanced between his shoulder and ear as he stirred the soup on the stove in the Dupain-Cheng's kitchen. He had wanted to make dinner as a thank you for all they had been doing for him, and the soup recipe he had found sounded delicious and within his skill level.

"It's Nathalie."

"Oh." He hadn't thought about Nathalie much since she left. She was part of his life on which he didn't want to think back. "Hi."

"Hello. I wanted to speak to you. Is this a good time?"

Adrien pushed the last ingredient into the pot and turned on a timer. Stepping away from the stove, he sat on one of the stools to the kitchen table. "Uh, yeah, I guess."

"I wanted to speak to you first. I haven't contacted your father, as per our agreement."

"What's this about, Nathalie?"

"We'll proceed however you think is best," she said. She was avoiding his questions, continuing as if she expected him to cut he off for some reason.

"Nathalie? Is everything okay?"

"I might have a lead on your mother."

He didn't move again until the buzzer went off for the soup.

[spideydaddyboy]

The Red Sweatshirt Re-write Chapter 1

I felt like the fic I wrote awhile back was pretty weak but held a good storyline that needed a bit of spicy-spice to the sauce. So this is post-Hawkmoth defeat but Pre-reveal! I am still working on my writing skills so bear with me on this one! Enjoy Miraculers!

I believe I tagged @pozolegirl last time so I think I will again! THANK YOU FOR THE INSPO!

~

Hawkmoth was gone and Marinette was back to being Marinette. There was no need for Ladybug and Chat Noir anywhere. Even for the little crimes, Chat wouldn’t show up. Luckily Marinette could rely on her other partners, Queen Bee and Rena Rogue, or else she’d be drowning in petty thefts and robberies all day long. Even so, she held an emptiness without her leather clad partner, incomplete; and she hated it. When Master Fu had relayed the choice Chat Noir had made, it stung that he didn’t feel he could confide in Ladybug. Even though she couldn’t understand the base of his decision, she did understand one thing-Chat Noir wanted nothing to do with Ladybug anymore.

“Tikki,” Marinette murmured, her kwami flew from her hiding spot to rest on her holders knuckles. “Do…do you think it’s time for me to give up my miraculous? Give them back to Master Fu?

The red spotted bug looked concerned, “no not yet. You never know when Paris might need you against another super villain! And maybe-!”

“Wouldn’t it have already happened by now? It has been nearly a year and a half since we’ve defeated Hawkmoth and nothing big has happened! Chat Noir obviously gave his miraculous back-”

“You don’t know that Mari!”

“-so what’s the point of keeping mine?”

The bluenette yanked open the trap door leading up to her balcony and marched outside, the humid summer air and a light sprinkle of warm air washed over her face, “where could he be Tikki?” She whispered, an ache throbbed in her chest and she feared she was suffering from a breaking heart.

“If it makes you feel any better Marinette…he hasn’t given up his miraculous…I can sense it and he’s closer than you think.”

The dusk began to settle over Paris like a dark cloud, like Marinette’s grief settled over her heart. The loss of a hero, a partner, and a friend. Taking down Hawkmoth was supposed to be a joyous victory for Ladybug and Chat Noir, but it seemed to benefit them the least.

“Tikki,” Marinette whispered as her tears began to mix with the rain on her lips. “Spots on..”

~

“Adrien?” Natalie called through a closed door, “would you like to run to the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery with me? I am picking up some croissants and you can get those macaroons you like so much as well!”

A muffled response strained through the thick wood, “…when?”

“In about twenty minutes or so…would you like to go?” Natalie gave an eager and hopeful reply, “your friend Marinette, you could visit her, Sabine mentioned she misses you.”

Adrien sat up on his bed and blinked in the darkness of his bedroom, “she said that?”

“Well y-yes-”

“No did Marinette actually say that?” He ran pale slender fingers through his choppy blonde hair.

“Um…Sabine-”

“Then no.”

Natalie became frantic, her voice strangled and clipped, “she also mentioned Marinette’s been miserable with Alya’s internship taking up all their time to spend together, she’s stuck in her room all day, just like you-” a pause as Natalie bit her tongue at her word choice. “I-it sounds like you could both use a friend right now.” She recovered.

The model mulled over his decision as he absentmindedly rubbed his ring out of habit. Plagg gesticulated wildly and swung his arms at the door, but Adrien only shook his head as of to say ‘not right now’. He had left his friends so sudden, of course they had to have understood, he was now related to Super Villain numéro un of Paris. Before, Adrien had been aching to get out of his house, to do new things and meet new people, and he did. He met Nino, Marinette and Alya, his best friends. He had met Ladybug, the love of his life, but now that the world knew of his families freshest secret wound, he had yet to leave his house publically. Of course he’d have Nino over every once in awhile, and he still modeled for his father’s dying brand, but other than that he’d become a household mystery. Adrien Agreste; boy turned ghost.

“You gotta get out and do something kid…” Plagg patted the blonde’s cheek and hid behind his mound of fresh camembert.

“What was that Adrien?” Natalie strained to hear through the door and startled him.

Small green eyes peeked over and stared into Adrien’s, “just give me a minute Natalie and I will meet you downstairs.”

~

Ladybug was soaked from the rain as she swung rooftop to rooftop, aimlessly searching for something she knew she wouldn’t find. With every slap of her feet on concrete, it reverberated through her bones, and numbed the pain she was already feeling. Out of subconscious she found herself at the Agreste mansion, and stared at the huge cold structure that haunted her nightmares. She could see it now, that day that she had discovered Gabriel Agreste’s secret. Her, Alya, and Nino had been over for a group assignment. Although it had been decided Mr. Agreste was off the suspects list, Rena Rogue had thought differently. Marinette had gotten a call from Rena, and since Alya had gone to the bathroom prompting a hold on the project, Marinette found it appropriate to take the call outside the hall. The fox rambled about a secret room in Gabriel’s study and told Ladybug to get over there ASAP. Marinette checked to see if the group had kept working on the project but Alya was still taking her time in the restroom as usual.

When she had joined her other partner in the dark eerie viewpoint, she had called on Chat Noir, but he had missed her call, so she left a message. Their investigation didn’t last long as Gabriel(as Hawkmoth) discovered them, and seeing the love of her life’s already cold father as the number one super villain in Paris made her stomach turn over. A battle ensued to which Chat Noir and Queen Bee joined, rather annoyingly late. It was in the final moments that Ladybug sensed a vulnerability in Gabriel Agreste she had never seen before, in an exchange between him and Chat Noir. A flash of remorse, guilt, maybe, but only for a moment as he ripped the ring off of Chat Noirs finger with a sickening crack. Chat’s transformation dropped, but all Ladybug could see was red, the red of her yoyo wrapping around Hawkmoth’s neck and slamming him into the ground where he levitated. The brooch was easy to take from the limp fashion mogul and it was over. Ladybug felt light, but when she turned to share the victory with her partner, he was gone.

The slam of a door woke Ladybug from her daydream, and below she watched as Natalie made her way to the iconic silver Agreste car from her early lycée memories. Behind her shuffled Adrien, dressed in a bright red sweatshirt with the hood flipped up and covering his golden hair. It had felt like forever since she had seen her crush, but instead of a flutter of the heart, a pang of guilt stabbed her in the stomach. As if he had sensed her sudden ache, he turned his eyes up to where she stood on the rooftop over, green met blue. They stood there for what seemed like forever, but was only a couple of seconds. Natalie called Adrien to the car and with a tight face he turned away, a similar feeling piercing his side as he slid into the  car. When he looked back through the gate to his partner, she was gone.