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solar4seekstron · 2 months ago

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Sorry if my English is bad, it is not my native language.

What do you think about this scenario, Orion in one of his archive searches, he meets one of the most important archivists of Iacon and when he sees him interested in the history of this place, he helps him to sneak to show him which are the best archives of history, with time, a little chemistry is created between them, the end is left to your taste (it would be nice a reunion between reader and the now Optimus Prime).

That sounds so sweet I’ll definitely try it!

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As Momo got ready for the day, she absently had noted that the full moon was still out in the bright blue sky, lingering despite the passing dawn. For the early morning, she hadn’t thought much about it. Sometimes the moon lingered in the day. That’s just what the moon does.

She was, rather literally, hit with Turbo Granny being more riled up than she usually was. She leapt at the passing Momo from a bookcase, yowling that Momo’s breakfast was going to be her’s! The ignited squabble was only broken up by Vamola rushing over and getting a hold of the antsy cat, chiding the grouchy Turbo Granny for starting a fight.

And for once, Turbo Granny was thrashing in Vamola’s grasp, far more restless than she normally was. Normally she was complacent in Vamola’s grasp, so it was… odd to see.

And despite seeing the full moon in the blue sky and Turbo Granny being extra rowdy, it didn’t cross Momo’s mind what this could all mean.

She was far more crossed and focused on the sudden rough housing and messing up her attire. Her clothes all rumbled. Her hair was askew. She looked terrible.

Momo inhaled breakfast as quickly as she could, ignoring Grandma’s frustration at her not taking time to enjoy it, and hurriedly tried to fix the mess Turbo Granny caused. She couldn’t do much for her hair, having so little time, and accepted that she’d have to attend school with a bad bedhead.

Only to pause at the entryway of her home, seeing a familiar white haired yokai boyfriend awaiting her by the torii gate.

“Okarun?” she proclaimed surprise.

“Momo-chan, I missed you,” he greeted easily, hand coming up to adjust his glasses. “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

Momo gasped in full offense, rushing up to start pounding him with her fist. “How dare you! That is so rude! I didn’t need to hear that this morning!”

“But I like it,” Okarun protested, leaning back and taking the half-hearted blows to the chest, honestly, barely feeling them. He did coo aloud, “It’s cute.”

“But not at school,” Momo bemoaned, slouching against him.

“Bummer,” Okarun agreed, his hand coming up and reaching for her.

Momo shot up, bouncing away from Okarun and pacing about in her upset, dodging the reaching hand that wanted to comfort and hold her. “It’s Turbo Granny’s fault! She just attacked me this morning, wanting to fight me for breakfast!” Before Okarun could reply, Momo continued, “Which is so weird. She’s just been so antsy this morning, and you’re here and transformed!”

“I missed you,” he repeated.

“Yeah, I know. But why are you transformed—”

Momo then saw the bit of white in the sky, turning to focus on the distant, full moon.

“Oh,” she uttered, feeling dumb. That’s right, the moon empowers yokai, meaning Okarun was transformed for today… Momo turned to him warily. “Are you going to school today?”

“Yes. I ran over to see if you wanted a lift to school.”

“I’ll take it,” Momo said, “but maybe you should skip.”

“But I want to spend the day with you, Momo-chan,” he replied, leaning forward to nuzzle her with his big black mouth.

Momo pushed it back, she refused to be swayed by nuzzles. “You can’t go to school like this!”

“Then we could skip today, yo,” Okarun suggested, making it clear he was set to spend time with her today.

Momo hummed at that. That was kinda tempting…

“No skipping school!” Grandma shouted at the door, glaring at them. “If you do, I'm holding your Ken Takakura dvds hostage!”

“Hag!” Momo snarled.

“Bummer,” Okarun mumbled.

“Uh, let’s just get to school,” Momo grouched, climbing onto Okarun’s back. “Vamola!” she shouted. “Let’s go!”

“Takakura!” Vamola cried in greeting, running up to join them. She beamed as she was greeted with a gruff, “Yo,” and hopped on behind Momo, wrapping her arms around Momo’s waist, at the ready.

Okarun took off, racing all the way towards Kami High. As they neared it, Momo cried out, “Stop!”

He did as bid, skidding to a stop, nearly sending them past the road straight to school.

Momo hopped off, helping Vamola down. “We’ll walk from here,” she declared. “I don’t want anyone seeing you give us a piggyback ride.”

“That wouldn’t be the worst thing anyone’s seen from us, yo,” Okarun replied.

“Uuuuh, don’t remind me of that!” Momo snapped, giving that big black maw a shove.

“My bad,” Okarun offered. Then tensed.

Momo and Vamola both squeaked as Okarun grabbed them and leapt away, narrowly dodging the fist that was aiming at them. Looking over, Momo proclaimed, “Evil Eye!”

“Hi, Jiji!” Vamola greeted with an excited wave.

The Evil Eye stood, peering at them with a mad smile. “We’re going to play, Okarun?”

“Yo, it’s Monday,” Okarun said.

“But I’m out.”

“But it’s Monday.”

“But we’re both here.”

“It’s a school day, yo.”

“Tuesday is also a school day you know,” Momo pointed out.

“Momo-chan you’re bumming me out.”

“I’m just pointing out that you picked a school day for your fights.”

“It was just the first day that came to my mind,” Okarun reasoned, pleading slightly for Momo to let it go.

Pink hair rushed forward, wrapping around Evil Eye’s wrist, catching his attention. They all looked over to see Aira glaring at them, drawing near to join them. “Evil Eye, you’re not picking a fight with Takakura-kun, are you?!”

“We both out,” Evil Eye stated, like it was obvious.

“As the leader I forbid it!”

Evil Eye narrowed his eyes. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“If you come at me, we’re going to skip the fight this week,” Okarun stated, his maw clacking teeth to stress the point.

“What?!” Evil Eye cried out in outrage.

“Ok, while you two sort this out, Vamola and I are going to head to school,” Momo said, taking Vamola’s hand. “Morning, Aira!”

“Nice bedhead, Momo,” Aira teased, her maw mashing teeth in amusement.

“Shut it!”

“Messy,” Vamola agreed, poking at a loose strand.

“Momo-chan, I want to go to school holding your hand,” Okarun pleaded, reaching for her.

Momo quickly dodged him, snapping, “No way! You’re not going to let go!”

“WHAAAT!”

Momo had a start as the air whipped around her, Aira suddenly in her face, clashing her teeth. “You and Takakura-kun held hands?!”

“Aira, we’re dating!” Momo stressed, waving her hands about.

“And I refused it!”

“You literally have no say in this!”

“If I start a fight with you, you have to fight me anyway!” Evil Eye snapped, rushing at Okarun.

“No way, yo,” Okarun drawled, leaping away.

“Hey, I said no fighting!” Aira snapped, turning to the two.

“Come on, Vamola! If we hurry we can escape!” Momo exclaimed, taking Vamola's hand and running away. Vamola just smiled, enjoying the chaos of this morning. Made it a very festive Monday.

. . .

It was only ten minutes into the first period and Momo was already exhausted.

And it was the two yokai youths near her.

Okarun managed to bring Evil Eye to her class, and then tried to stay, wanting to go so far to sit on the ground and try to rest his head on her lap. Flustered, Momo “grabbed” Okarun and booted him out, face red at the few students that got to see him.

But Okarun didn't leave.

He stood outside the classroom window, staring at her and occasionally glaring at the Evil Eye for the audacity to be in Momo’s class.

She glanced at the other yokai youth, finding he was sticking his tongue, drawing odd doodles on his notes. She mentally noted she'll have to share her notes with Jiji later, if she can focus in class.

Cause it was hard when your boyfriend was being so openly desperate.

And the whole class could see it.

To quote her boyfriend, she wanted to go home.

“Is he really going to skip class waiting for you?” Miko wondered, sparing Okarun a glance.

“He should be taking notes for us to copy,” Muko grumbled half heartedly. She then teased, “But I guess it's worth it seeing how much he looooves you.”

“Shut up,” Momo grumbled, glancing over, seeing Okarun now slouching against the glass, staring at her.

She could hear the girls in class whispering and gushing while the guys snickered. This did not help. What was Okarun even doing? He should be going to his own class!

Finally, the teacher spotted her boyfriend leaning against the class window. After a moment of gawking, she went out, snapping, “Mister Takakura!”

Momo couldn’t stop the elated jolt she felt at the surname.

Okarun slowly turned to her, giving the teacher a lazy eyeball.

“Head to your own class this instant!”

“But Momo-chan—” Okarun started to protest.

“Is in class as you should be!”

Momo reached out, her “hand” going out and pushing Okarun to his class.

“OK, OK, I'll go,” Okarun grumbled.

But he went slowly .

Momo wasn't sure if it was out of reluctance or spite. Not in the mood for either, she pushed him along to hurry him up, ignoring his grumbles as he was ushered along.

In Okarun's class, he ignored the chastising teacher to go and immediately slump at his desk, feeling so tired now that Momo was out of sight. He didn’t want to be here, he would rather go home. Or just be with Momo. It was agonizing knowing she was just down the hall from him. If he really wanted to, he could throw his weight around, he could be in there or carry Momo out. They could skip school and spend the whole day together, lounging, eating, kissing…

“Ew, you’re drooling.”

Was he?

Okarun sat up, finding he was salivating a little from his black maw. A big tongue slid out to flick over his maw.

“Disgusting,” Mai declared, turning to a blushing Rin. “You find this attractive?”

“Vampire,” Rin mumbled, moving to bite at her pencil, still not quite able to deal with Okarun’s cursed form.

Mai sneered, turning to him in a jealous fit. “You’re gloomier than usual today. Couldn't leave it at home, could you?”

“Mai,” Rin hissed, “leave him alone.” Glancing at the teacher, Rin whispered, “I’m sorry, Takakura-san, I don’t know why, but she’s been a little… mean-spirited today.”

“It’s good, yo,” Okarun eased, slouching back on his desk, sighing out clouds of smoke. “The full moon’s out today, that means all yokai get a boost of power.”

“Power!” Vamola parroting.

“Is that why you’re transformed?”

“Yeah.”

“A-are you going to be ok?”

“Maybe,” he drawled.

Rin sent a frantic look over at the teacher before she leaned over, asking, “What’s wrong.”

“I miss Momo-chan,” Okarun bemoaned.

Mai rolled her eyes.

Rin reached over, awkwardly giving him a few pats. “It’ll be break time before you know it?”

“That’s going to take forever…”

“There, there,” Vamola said, mimicking Rin's patting.

. . .

Momo had barely stepped out of class when a big, black maw pressed against her in a needy nuzzle.

“Okarun!” Momo protested, pushing back on him.

“But I missed you, Momo-chan.”

“Aaaw,” Miko and Muko cooed.

“Shush!” Momo hissed.

“Okarun! Can we play now?” Evil Eye asked, coming to loom behind the two girls.

“No, I want to spend lunch with Momo-chan,” Okarun stated, near growling in his impatient irritation.

“Okarun?” Momo asked, surprised by the tone. She’s never heard him to agitated in this form.

Okarun's reply was picking the startled Momo up and dashing away, leaving her friends and Evil Eye in his wake.

“Wha! Okarun!” Momo protested, “Who's going to watch Evil Eye?!”

“Aira,” Okarun answered immediately.

Well, she was most likely going to. She wasn't going to tolerate him being unsupervised. And that's what Okarun was counting on.

Okarun didn't stop until they were in a secluded section of the school garden. A place he found he could work out in privacy. And now he can settle here with Momo in privacy. He perched himself on a log, settled Momo in his lap and sighed. Now this was what he wanted for today.

“You do realize neither of us have food, right?” Momo voiced immediately, not settling down to cuddle like he wanted.

Okarun hummed at that, feeling a twinge of hunger, but not enough to want to move. His maw deteriorated, letting him deliver an affectionate kiss on her cheek. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Yes.” She got up, offering her hand. “How about we get something from the cafeteria to split?”

Okarun immediately latched onto her hand, and Momo noted to try and find something that wouldn't require two hands. She's accepted the reality that she’d get her hand back when Okarun was ready to give it back.

This was just her life now.

Her hands were not her own anymore.

They barely reached the cafeteria when Okarun suddenly pulled Momo back towards him, narrowly avoiding the pink hair that lashed at the air where Momo was.

“Aira!” Momo exclaimed.

“This!” Aira pointed at them, “Needs to stop!”

Okarun huffed in rare annoyance. “Aira, this needs to stop. I’m in love with Momo-chan, not you.”

Momo gawked flustered, giving him a slight whack. “Don’t say that so casually! I wasn’t ready for it!”

“Sorry, Babe,” he mumbled.

Aira in turn screeched her own. “Noooo! It’ cannot be so! I refuse!”

“Haaaaaah,” Okarun sighed, spewing black smoke. “Too noisy,” he grumbled. It wasn’t worth it coming here.

In the distance, they heard Evil Eye, “THAT’S MY BALL!”

Aira looked over to the chaos, Okarun took the chance to dart away, Momo still in his arms. Aira turned at the movement, seeing Okarun taking the chance to flee. “Hey!” Aira snapped, “No fair leaving me to watch Evil Eye!”

Torn between pursuing them or going after Evil Eye, with an exasperated growl, she went after Evil Eye. “That is not your ball! Leave it! No! Drop it!”

Meanwhile, Okarun wasn’t having an easier time as Momo was having a fit in his arms, tugging at his hair and pushing at his maw. “Okarun! I’m hungry! Food is the other way!”

With the patience of a saint, the yokai boyfriend took it like a champ, commenting evenly, “I didn’t want our time together interrupted, yo.” He hopped up, perching on top of a chain link fence, turning to Momo with big sad red eyes. “You’re going back to class soon and I’m going to miss you.”

While Momo would typically coo and swoon at the sweet words of affection, a hangry Momo knew no such adoration.

“Hah?! I gotta starve then?! No way!” She pushed at his maw once more, wiggling to get out of his grasp.

“Momo-chan,” Okarun weakly protested, quickly dropping down from the fence. He did set her down, watching glumly as she immediately started to walk away.

“I’m going to go eat! And you’re not going to stop me!”

“I want to go home,” Okarun drawled, sagging sadly. Still, he followed Momo, unable to just let her go on her own.

A compromise was made once Momo had food and was content, happily munching on her sandwich. Okarun in turn had his head set in her lap, happy to just be cuddling up. When it was all eaten, Momo slouched back with a satisfied sigh. “That was just what I needed,” she declared. She looked down at the yokai using her lap as a pillow, his eyes closed as he relaxed. She poked his forehead, asking, “You sure you don’t want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I bet you’re going to get hungry later.”

One red eye opened, full of playful mirth that was rare to see in this form. “I bet if I’m not, we get to spend an hour cuddling in your bed.”

Momo raised a brow. “You really want to make a bet about this?”

That red eye narrowed. “I’m very serious about this.”

“Ok, ok,” Momo relented, humming to herself as she thought about what to do for her own reward when she won. “I bet if you are, we go to a cafe, my pick.”

“ That’s your prize?” he raised a brow at her, scoffing affectionately. “You just want to feed me.”

“Well, you’re always feeding me,” she replied, running a hand through his white hair, watching him close his eyes. “Besides, you always squirm when I do and it’s cute.”

The bell sounded off and Okarun sighed sadly, pressing against Momo, not wanting to leave just yet. He did comment, “Alright, get out your fluffiest blanket when we get home.”

“You better bring your appetite!” Momo shot back.

This time, Okarun did let Momo attend class with no issue, and he himself joined the others.

Hours went by, and the moon finally faded out, hiding away from the day. By the time school was over, Momo watched in amusement as Okarun approached her, clutching his stomach.

“Miss Ayase,” he mumbled, “I’m so hungry…”

“Thought so,” she teased, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, not minding him leaning into her. “Head on home, Vamola! I’ll see you later.”

“Bye! Bye!” Vamola waved.

“Come on, Okaruuuun,” she called teasingly, her grin growing as his cheeks flushed. “I have just the place in mind. And you have to accept every bite.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, blushing as she led the way.

#dandadan #dandadan fic #dandadan spoilers #momo ayase #vamola #rin sawaki #jiji enjoji #aira shiratori #okarun #yokai okarun #turbo okarun #ken takakura

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crystalandparrot · 8 months ago

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RC9GN x Reader

The Ninja

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Sorry for the messy lines, this is how I envision the new Ninja, just switch the right and left lenses. Any music recommendations are what I felt like fit, there will be NO songfic in this book, only songs that feel appropriate for the scene.

Randy sprinted through the halls, chasing after the screams of help.

"Someone get the Ninja!"

Randy skidded past the exit doors, giving a, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." As he slid to a stop. He bursted through the exit doors, catching his breath as he jogged up to his best friend. "Howard. Mask. Missing." Randy leaned on Howard's shoulder as he caught his breath. In front of Howard was a giant mechanical Tyrannosaurus, its eyes beaming red. Its stomach was clear, showing three students that had already been captured. In its mouth was Bucky, fearfully standing on the bottom jaw of the robot and shakily holding the top jaw. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"Ninja!"

"Pretty sure someone found it, buddy." Howard pointed forward, causing Randy to look up.

Standing on the edge of the roof, the sun facing behind them, was a figure in a black suit that had purple accents instead of red. In their hands was a staff, with, what looked like, a spear at the end.

Randy gaped at the figure. He's been through a few close calls with his Ninja mask. A couple of Ninja replacement scares. I mean, who could forget Lucious O' Thunderpunch? But this? This was real. Someone stole his mask.

A loud bass thumped and echoed, shaking the floor with its beat. The Ninja began tapping their feet as a song played from who knows where.

(If you want to listen, the song I picture is Bangerang by Skrillex ft Sirah).

Once the base dropped, the Ninja jumped off the roof, flipping in the air and quickly plummeting to the ground. With a flick, the compartment that the Ninja had on their back opened and transformed into a large drone. The drone was purple, with purple LED lights coming from the rotors. As it idled in the air, the Ninja landed on the ground, staff behind them in what Howard liked to call a 'Super hero landing'.

The Ninja reached into their suit's hoodie (as Randy noticed this Ninja had a hoodie and not a scarf), and pulled out a purple and black Ninja stick. "Shelldon! Use this to hold the bot's mouth open!" The Ninja shouted at the drone. They tossed the stick in the air, the drone flew quickly and caught it. That voice, why didn't Randy recognize it?

"On it, Ninja!" The drone called in a surfer voice. Shelldon flew to the robot and extended the Ninja Stick to Bucky's height. It placed the stick in the robot's mouth and extended further, allowing Bucky to relax his arms. "Jump on, bro!" Shelldon shook his body side to side, gesturing for Bucky to hop on. Bucky nervously obeyed and jumped on. Shelldon quickly flew to the ground and unceremoniously dropped Bucky. "Nice to finally meet you, dude!"

"Shelldon!" The Ninja from the back of the robot.

"Sorry, bro." Shelldon apologized then raced over to his owner.

"I need you to get as many students as possible—" the Ninja dodge a tail swipe and rolled in between its legs to avoid its large feet, "out of that thing before I destroy it!"

"On it!" Shelldon's animated eyes gave the impression that he was smiling as he flew up. He faced the robot's struggling maw and let out a computerized gulp. "Uh, Ninja?"

"We could switch!" The Ninja said sarcastically as they got hit by the robot's swinging tail. They landed a few feet away, but quickly jumped up. They reached into their suit hood and pulled out three small balls. The Ninja tossed one at a time at the ground next to the robot.

"Look at him! He's not even attacking! Some Ninja." Randy said, butthurt. At that moment, the balls exploded, distracting the robot and causing it to move backwards away from the crowd and school.

Shelldon flew into the mouth of the robot and down into its stomach. He faced the stressed out teens inside with an upbeat attitude. "Hey, dudes! I'm here to rescue you!" Shelldon cheered.

Bash shoved his way to the front, "Me first!"

After a few seconds, Shelldon flew out with three people on his back. He dropped them next to Bucky and flew back over to the Ninja.

"Why is he so far now?" Randy asked.

"Maybe so he doesn't destroy the school?" Morgan asked, rolling her eyes from beside Randy, shocking the freshman.

"Good! I can't keep affording to repair it after every monster attack!" Principal Slimovitz added from behind Randy, scaring him again.

"Is this what you had to deal with?" Randy whispered to Howard.

"You have no clue." Howard muttered.

"All good, boss!" Shelldon cheered, attaching himself back onto the Ninja's back. Everything except the rotors disappeared, allowing the Ninja to fly into the air, as if they wore a jetpack (which they technically did).

The Ninja smirked as they flew above the robot. Gripping their staff in the middle, they twisted one hand to the right and one to the left. The spear at the end transformed into a large rocket, one of equal size manifesting at the other end of the staff facing the opposite direction. The rockets released harsh, purple blasts of fire, the staff spinning with the force.

"FIBONACCI!" The Ninja yelled, throwing the spinning staff at the robot. One end hit the robot's head and, after a small delay, flipped the robot three times from just the force of the rockets. The robot beast landed with a large cloud of smoke flying up and around the area. The staff came spinning back right before the cloud of dust reached the Ninja. With a flick of their wrist, the staff changed to a selfie stick, suddenly holding a purple phone. "Nailed it!" The Ninja said. With a quick flash of the camera, the dust fully covered the area.

Hushed whispers fluttered around, students coughed as the dust entered their lungs. All eyes were focused on where the robot once stood. Through the dust, the red eyes of the robot slowly dimmed.

"Look!" Bucky yelled, pointing at the robot.

Standing on the wreckage of the robotic beast, was the Ninja, their suit pulsing purple in time with their breathing. The staff next to them quickly shrunk to a quarter of its original form, now easier to hold.

There was a beat. Then two. Then...

"WHOOO!!"

"Ninja! Ninja! Ninja! Ninja!" The students and faculty cheered for the purple Ninja and their impressive feat...all except one.

"Ninja! Ninja! Nin—" Randy punched Howard's shoulder as he cheered, causing the shorter boy to wince. "Ow!" He whined.

"What the juice are you doing cheering for that guy?!" Randy whispered, pointing to the Ninja on the robot.

The Ninja smiled with their eyes and waved at the cheering students and faculty. With a flourishing bow, they inconspicuously dropped a purple smokebomb and disappeared. The only trace that they were there was the broken robotic beast.

Inside Randy's bag, the Nomicon pulsed. Its color began to cool into a purple. The book shook violently, twitching the bag. The pages flipped and fluttered, turning maliciously. The colored accents began to switch, flipping between red and purple.

"Nice job, Damien. I'm sure you think a giant T-Rex bot was a smart buy now, huh?" Judge growled at the rich businessman.

"I like what I like." Damien shrugged with a lazy smirk

Kranski rolled her eyes while she scrolled on her phone. A specific video caught her eye and she felt a smirk crawl onto her painted lips. "Judge," without waiting for a response, she shoved the phone in his face.

The Judge watched with confusion as the video was a shaky capture of the fight between the Ninja and the robotic Tyrannosaurus. "W-what am I looking at here?"

Kranski smirked, tucking her phone back into her purse, "Damien, can you get into contact with your old roommate?"

Damien smirked, "Oh he wasn't actually my..." realizing his words, he chuckled awkwardly, "never mind. It might be a little hard, Viceroy isn't the easiest person to contact since he started working for McFist." Damien revealed, checking his nails nonchalantly.

"Then find a way." Kranski said, rolling her eyes.

"What's this about, Kranski?" Judge asked, following her figure as she swayed out of the room.

"You were the one who wanted better inventions, Judge." Kranski sung.

Deep breath in...six, seven, eight.

Hold...three, four

Out...five, six

That was crazy. Why did you do that? You had an option! You should have made a clear Pro and Cons list then determined! We don't just jump into things! Oh but the tech...was nothing compared to how dangerous that was!

KNOCK KNOCK

With a gasp, (Y/n) unlocked and opened the Janitor's closet door slightly. Peering out, she saw a black book, like the one Randy had, but with purple accents. Pulling it in, she shut the door behind it. As soon as the light vanished from the room, the pages of the book flew open.

(Y/n) felt her consciousness fly inside the book. She flew towards the illustrated ground, soaring past mountains and in between trees. Seeing the ground get closer, (Y/n) adjusted her body and landed in a superhero pose. Flicking her head up, she looked cautiously at her surroundings. In front of her, a tree fell to the ground as if it was made of paper, which she assumed everything in here was.

In the place of the fallen tree was a man with a red and black ninja suit. He looked like he was real, but (Y/n) remained cautious.

"(Y/n) (L/n). You are the Ninja—"

"Up, upupupup." (Y/n) interrupted, holding up a finger, "I don't mean to be skeptical, but I have a few points to go over before you go into an arduous spiel about power." Out of thin air, a piece of paper and a quill appeared in (Y/n)'s hands, surprising the man in front of her, "I can't be the Ninja, so how is it possible that I am the Ninja?"

The man opened his mouth to reply—

"Question two—"

The man deflated.

"The Ninja's been present for 800 years, so why am I taking over—unless of course it's an every four years ritual in which a freshman takes on the role of the Ninja to protect the High School?"

The man blinked, then reopened his mouth.

"Question three is less of a question and more of a complaint...I can't be the Ninja. I-" the paper disappeared from (Y/n)'s hands, "I'm not brave enough, or-or strong enough. I'm an amalgamation of different pieces of technology. None of my strengths are my own - I have robotic help. How can I be a symbol of strength and bravery if my technology is my strength?" (Y/n) asked.

The man blinked, then smiled kindly, "(Y/n) (L/n). You are the Ninja." Behind the man, scenes from the past appeared in screens. There were moments of (Y/n) protecting Bucky from Bash, her little adventures solving her technology issues, her protecting her drone from the robot earlier. "Your strength at heart and your willingness to jump into battle regardless of the consequences to your body shows great resilience and intelligence. Every four years a new warrior is chosen to defeat the forces of evil. Both you and another student have been chosen, but he is in need of a...lesson, so I've chosen to enlist your help now, rather than later. You would have been asked later on in the year, however a danger lurks and is getting closer to showing its face." A sudden mist covered the man, and when it cleared he was gone.

CRASH

The room was covered with dark clouds, heavy rain and purple lightening. The lighting flashed brightly and spelled out the words, 'Intelligence is often taken advantage of.'

Like before, a screen appeared from within the clouds.

It was a video of Science class just a couple of minutes ago. Everyone had just chosen their partners, everyone except—

"Oh, good. Randy and Howard, you'll be joining (Y/n)." Mrs. Driscoll announced once she saw they the three were, in fact, without partners. "(Y/n) has the highest grade in the class, so even you two should get a decent grade." She chuckled.

"What?! But she's a shoob!" Howard moaned.

"A shoob with the highest grade in the class! Howard, we can use this!" Randy whispered, excitedly. Both of the friends grabbed their bags and walked to (Y/n) at the back of the class.

"I don't follow." Howard whispered.

"We'll act like total shoob's, say we don't know how to do the project, she'll get annoyed with us, do the project and — BOOM, automatic A." Randy smirked.

In another flash, the screens disappeared and the Ninja of Norrisville took his place. He had his classic black suit with red accents and wielded his classic katana. With a final flash, the mask was removed revealing Randy Cunningham.

Above Randy, the purple lightning formed into a different phrase as one stream lowered a Ninja mask with purple accents;

‘A lesson learned is a lesson taught.’

#rc9gn x reader #rc9gn au #rc9gn #randy cunningham x reader #randy x reader #heidi weinerman #bucky hensletter #howard weinerman #theresa fowler #julian #bash johnson #hannibal mcfist #viceroy #ninja nomicon #rc9gn nomicon

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staytinyville · 1 year ago

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Mingi

PLEASE REFER TO MASTERLIST TO GET FULL TAROT READING EXPERIENCE

↣ Summary: After your grandmother was hospitalized and you felt like your world was crumbling, something in you changed the moment you looked up at the stars one night. Coming out of your year-long depression funk, the first thing you did was bake some brownies for your neighbors. Song Mingi was just someone who could feel things about others that a normal person wouldn’t. And he smiled at the thought of you returning to your old self.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Song Mingi x gn!reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: witch!mingi, non-idol!au, neighbors!au,

↣ Word Count: 923

↣ Warnings: None

↣ A/N: This honestly could have been longer than I was thinking, but this is what I got. I still enjoyed the story, though. I love witchy characters.

THE STAR

Hope, Faith, Purpose, Renewal, Spirituality

With this card coming right after the tower, it is meant to tell you that you have finished the life altering thing and are ready for a new beginning. You have connected to yourself much deeper now that things have hit you full force and thus you are experiencing something greater.

Now that things have ended, you are entering the point where your inner peace is full capacity and you are rejuvenating over it. You're so full of a life and ready to admit to change and accept your new life.

Because you are transforming not only things around you but also yourself, it is best to reevaluate your goals and new chances. Now is the time to start a new!

XVII THE STAR

You felt a melancholic feeling fill you to the brim the more you stayed outside on your balcony. However, as the wind seemed to blow in your face, everything from deep in your heart seemed to brush away from you. You suddenly got the urge for something sweet, a smile overtaking your face at the thought.

And so you found yourself knocking on the door of your neighbor with a plate of cooled down brownies. The smell had brought a smile to your face, causing something to burst in your chest as you got a new-found energy. It was exhilarating, as though you had passed through the storm and made it to the other end of the cloud.

“Hi, Mingi!” You beamed when the tall man opened up his door.

“Hello.” He gave you a shy smile.

You had always admired the way he would give shy smiles. His expressions when something excited him. And the way he would laugh with his whole heart. Mingi was a handsome man, and he made your heart flutter every time you would hang out.

However, ever since the passing of your grandmother, you had been neglecting coming to see him. Him–along with some other neighbors–had come to give their condolences. Because you had spent such a long time in doors, they had gotten worried some over your well-being. Mingi especially.

“I—uh—I wanted to know if you would like some brownies.” You gave him a small smile, holding out your plate. “I made a good amount and I know if I don't give some away I'll end up eating it all over the week and cry about how much sweets I've eaten.”

Mingi’s smile made your heart flutter. “Thank you. I'd love some.” As he took the plate, he paused for a moment as your fingers seemed to brush against his.

Mingi quickly looked up at you, his eyes widening behind his glasses. There was a sudden light that seemed to seep into his very being that made him feel giddy. He smiled at you, suddenly standing straight up.

“You're glowing.” He told you.

“Oh?” You blushed. “Ah—Thank you?” You tilted your head to the side, a smile on your lips.

“I mean, like, your energy is really different.” Mingi tried to tell you. “It's good for you.”

“Thank you for noticing.” You told him.

The feelings you had for Mingi seemed to return full force and you were brought back to how it was before. You missed his friendship and his advice for certain things. You could remember how you seemed to be having bad luck and he would offer you some advice to fix them.

If he would give you some herbs and remedies to help with your health. They always seemed to work and for that you were always excited to see him.

“Would you like to come over? I don't know if I should watch a movie or drama?” You blushed.

“I'd love to.” Mingi walked out of his apartment after grabbing his keys and closing the door.

You grinned as you led him towards your own home. When you entered, you took in a breath at the smell of the brownies that had been cooking. You had finished up with the batches, the smell still lingered. You had also cleaned up before baking, which you had been thankful for as you watched Mingi look around.

“I'm glad to see you doing fine.” He told you softly.

You turned around to face him, a sad smile on your face. You felt good to know he had noticed your upward ascend into a better time. Not only that, but you needed something like this after the rough year you had. And it felt better to know that someone was watching over you.

“Yeah.” You sighed softly. “It's been a tough year.”

“I see you started baking again!” Mingi grinned, pointing at the cooling brownies you had taken out before going to see him. “I missed your cakes.” He spoke softly.

“Did you really?” You walked up next to him, grabbing a napkin to give Mingi a brownie.

“I don't know if it was the cakes or you're just coming by often to drop them off.” He scratched at the back of his head, giggling in nervousness. “Your food is always made with extra care.”

“Thank you, Mings.” You spoke softly. “If you ever want some more, don't be afraid to ask me. I wouldn't mind seeing you, either.”

As you watched him enjoy the brownie you gave him, there was something about standing in your kitchen with a friend that made you want to change everything. There was a budding feel that you missed terribly and were ready to get back.

“Do you believe in the universe?” You asked him.

“You have no idea.” Mingi nodded his head, raising his eyebrows as he understood what you were saying.

“I feel born again.” You told him. “Like everything from my past is drifting away and a new day has come.” You admitted.

Mingi took in a breath, smiling at the fact that you were opening up to a new beginning. You were ready to find the next chapter of your life. He had been there, feeling everything that you had going on. The sad time in your life that you seemed to struggle to get out of. You deserved the life you had coming for you. And Mingi was front row to it. “For someone like you, it has come in a lot of ways.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @wonderlandnet , @pirateeznet , @k-vanity

#cultofdionysusnet #kvanity #wonderlandnet #pirateeznet #ateez mingi #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #mingi #song mingi x y/n #song mingi #mingi x reader #mingi x y/n #mingi x you #mingi x gender neutral reader #tarot

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toothpaste-for-the-skin · 8 months ago

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Sorry guys (hits my agents with the horse transformation beam)

Ok admittedly I’ve had a rough idea for all these designs floating around in my head for a bit now, but I never actually got the chance to draw it digitally so here’s a quick concept doodle ig?

Anyways, ig as you can see from the image, in the “mlp AU” Iota is an earth pony, Min is a pegasus, and Astra is a unicorn. Their personalities remain relatively unchanged but idk how they’d all be “agents” in the mlp world.

Iota is a survivalist with a strong dislike for magic. They believe magic is just something to “cheat your way to success” with. Generally unfriendly and tends to keep to herself. Her Cutiemark is a branch wrapped in thorns.

Min is a pegasus with pretty weak flying capabilities. She doesn’t let that stop her however, becoming well known as an excellent engineer (or mechanic, something of the sort). She’s still pretty down to earth and smart (but with a bit of a hidden superiority complex). Min is not actually a blank flank I just haven’t thought of a cutiemark for her yet.

Astra is a unicorn astronomer. She had moved to town fairly recently to study the stars, but she’s is seldom seen by the townspeople due to her work requiring her to live a more nocturnal lifestyle. But despite this, Astra is very lonely and wants to be able to make friends and interact with everyone, but she’s always too tired to do so when everyone is awake. To solve this, she began using her magic to force herself to stay awake for long periods of time, which does technically allow her to socialize during the daytime now. However, her extended overuse of this magic has taken a very noticeable toll on her, and now she just tends to scare people away as the weird unicorn with the pinprick eyes and unbreakable stare. (If you can’t tell, she takes a lot of inspo from the Apple Sleep Experiment creepypasta, but without all the murdering). Her cutiemark is the planet Saturn surrounded by 3 stars.

All of these guys are also gonna get MLP style names, I’m just really bad at coming up with those so I don’t have anything yet.

But uh.. yeah these are the agents but horse. I’m having a lot of fun just reimagining everybody and I’m def gonna do more with these guys (and hopefully I’ll finalize their designs soon)

#mlp #splatoon #splatoon oc #agent 3 #captain 3 #agent 4 #agent 8 #mlp au #my art #you can tell who I have more ideas for rn lol

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canyonkingdom · 11 months ago

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Hi mate!

Could you write something with Poli and Jin?(I do not ship them but do whatever you please) If yes, thank you so much! If no it's Ok!u

Wish you well, bye!

i got your back

tw: $u|c|d3 idealation

Midnight fell in Broomstown. Everyone in town is probably in the confines of their garage, or their beds, sleeping peacefully.

But this wasn’t the case for Poli.

This was a common occurrence for him, not that he cared about insomnia or the citizen’s lives, but simply for the safety of the headquarters. Sometimes he’d sleep in, and sometimes he didn’t sleep at all.

And that didn’t matter.

He faced the front desk of the headquarters, his eyes eerily open. There was Jin’s chair, basking in the dark. Sometimes he thought of life without their manager, practically their mother. Sometimes he didn’t want to. Sometimes he wondered if he’d never been created.

Sometimes.

He sighed, his eyes darting around the room. The lack of activity had bored Poli to an extent, but his eyes didn’t flutter. He was still wide awake, thinking about their leader. Probably sleeping in her room, cozy and fleeting.

The radio rang, startling Poli. His headlights faced the red button.

He transformed into his robocar counterpart and pressed the button. “Hello?” he said softly, careful not to wake Amber and Roy, waiting for a civilized response. One more prank call and he might go insane.

“Uh. hey.”

Poli raised his eyebrow at the unexpected voice on the other line. “What is it, Lifty?”

The young forklift shuddered. “So, uh, Jin’s here…”

What?

“What?” Poli gawked, “What’s she doing there?” He couldn’t even fathom about what happened, what will happen.

“She’s spinning and laughing and swaying everywhere,” Lifty said with the highest amount of concern Poli had heard from any citizen. Metal clunking and a high-pitched squeal. “Ow! Please hurry and pick her up, I can’t leave her alone in the port…”

“Okay.” Poli immediately put down the phone before Lifty could even finish saying “thank you”.

Poli was sure he passed the speed limit when he drove to the port. The sense of urgency was more than any of their rescues. It made his thoughts run frantically, his gas pressure high.

He arrived, panting heavily. His eyes spotted Lifty and Jin limping on him helplessly. Lifty’s eyes lock with his. “Poli!” he waves his left forklift, before putting it down to put Jin in balance.

Poli ran to them. “What happened?” he noticed the alcohol bottle in Jin’s hand, putting the pieces together.

“I found her here talking to herself…” Lifty replied.

Jin looked rough. Usually braided hair in shambles, her orange outfit smeared with stains, her face red and puffy. Clearly Lifty had the mindset of a child, as he described her as “drinking juice and went insane”.

Jin laughed, “Oh, Poli, you’re here?” the tone of her voice weirdly shifted. “Haha, you’ve come to- come to pick me up?” she tumbled her way off of Lifty. Poli caught her before she could hit the ground. “Oh! You caught me! You’re always so strong…”

Poli sighed. “What have you gotten yourself into?” Jin just laughed. “I’m having fun! Life’s a bitch, y’know.”

Lifty flinched. “Did she just-”

“Thank you, Lifty.” Poli spouted, cutting Lifty’s words. He gave a small smile before turning around, carrying Jin in his arms. The bottle of alcohol fell to the ground.

Poli stopped at a cliff perfectly gazing at the stars. Max came here and it certainly wasn’t a fond memory, but the outlook butchered his bad views on the part.

He put Jin down, she immediately flopped herself on the grass.

“What did you do?” Lifty’s response wasn’t enough for him.

“Yes!” Jin beamed drunkenly, “I had no reason to, but I- I did!”

“Jin,” he repeated sternly.

“I- I don’t know,” she said sadly, before bursting into chuckles. She sat up, flimsily moving herself next to Poli. “Sometimes I feel… like nothing.”

“Like I am nothing.”

Poli looked at her, shocked and sympathetic. “What are you saying?”

“Do I even help you guys?” she asked, her mood dropping down. “Ugh, I hate my life!” she hits her head on the log next to Poli. “I jus’ wanna die.”

“Don’t say that.” Poli cried, his voice unnaturally coarse. He went to Jin’s side. “You help us in more ways than one! You lead us, you fix us, you raise us.” he put his large hand on her shoulder, though it touched her back as well.

“Bullshit,” Jin groaned, taking Poli’s hand off of her. “All my dreams are shattered, all my inventions fail-”

“Not all of them.” Poli was desperate now. He wanted to cry but he couldn’t. Jin looked away, tears forming on the corners of her eyes.

“Sorry,” she implored. “I am not enough for this.”

“You will never be not enough. You are more than enough.”

"How can you be so sure?" Jin sobbed.

"Because i'm here." Poli replied, smiling for comfort. "We're here. Roy, Amber, Helly, we're all here because of-

because of you."

"Look at us now, we're helping the town, we're in the pinnacle of society. And it's because of you." If only he could cry, he would wail buckets.

"I guess- guess you're right." Jin's tears were flowing, but her laughing didn't seize.

"Thank you."

Poli's grin was higher than the moon.

"We should go home now."

Comforting words were thrown around as the dim moonlight shined on them.

“Awh, I wish I had a relationship like that.”

“They’re not dating, idiot. It’s them looking out for each other. Unlike you and I."

“Shut up.”

-///-

hi guys i'm back from the dead; posting regularly again

i'll be posting the other requests a little while later lol

this is for @polina-tvorozhok hope you like it

#robocar poli #robocar poli jin #robocar poli fanfic #robocar poli oneshot #requests #who were the characters at the end lol #i'm back!!

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mac-macarena · 2 years ago

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Who Got the Kids in the Divorce?

Relationship(s): Shadowpeach, Eclipse Twins

Current Word Count 7/11/23: 111,096 (~281 pages)

Current Chapter Count 7/11/23: 17/?

Summary:

On one innocent day, MK and Mei arrive at Flower Fruit Mountain to deliver some noodles to the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the Monkey King, Sun Wukong. Instead, they find an intruder in the celestial primate's lands, a monkey with fur as black as night and red as blood. But, to their utter surprise, *this* dark-furred monkey is friends with Wukong.

In fact, he's not just Wukong's friend, but he and Macaque's very own flesh and blood, their *son.*

Since when did Wukong and Macaque have kids?!

An AU where Shadowpeach had kids before the Journey to the West. But all is not well in this dysfunctional, miscommunitive, violent family, and burning secrets lie buried deep within the hearts of the miserable...

Read Chapter 1 on Ao3

Chapter 1: Humble Rumble

MK and Mei trekked up the last of the steps to Wukong's abode, grinning to each other as they chatted the whole way. A bag of noodles swung lazily in MK's hand and Mei pulled up a quick search of something they had been inquiring about.

"See! I told you it came out in 1999, not 2003!"

"No way! You searched the wrong one! Are you sure you searched for the East edition, and not the old series?"

Mei gasped in offense, then shoved her phone in his face. "Uh, yeah, I did! Read it yourself, man!"

MK squinted at the text on the screen as though it offended him personally. "I don't believe it," he said stubbornly, crossing his arms. "Your phone's broken."

"Believe or not, the facts are right there!" Mei gloated.

"Nope!"

"Yeah!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!" Mei huffed, hands on her hips. She raised her eyebrow, then turned and yelled out, "Hey, Monkey-"

She cut off abruptly, coming to a halt as her eyes widened. MK stumbled on his feet to stop beside her suddenly, confused, and turned his head with a kinked brow to see what she saw.

Then he gasped.

Because Monkey King wasn't alone.

The golden-furred simian hadn't even noticed MK and Mei entering his home, locked in rapt conversation with another demon. Which was a huge shock in of itself, because the Monkey King didn't have friends outside of when MK and his friends would come to visit or train.

But this wasn't just any demon either.

They were a monkey too, with midnight-black fur and a mask of red upon their face, black tail swaying leisurely behind them.

MK let out a shriek of surprise, immediately grabbing the staff and shooting forward without question. "Macaque!"

Monkey King's eyes widened, and a hand flew out as he called, "No, no, kid, wait—"

But it was too late, MK was already slamming into the dangerous shadow demon, his staff hitting square in his chest. Mei was right behind him, a dragon roar and beam of green hitting the monkey when he grabbed MK's staff and chucked him over his head.

A sleazy grin rested up on the lips of the shadow monkey, and MK quickly shot back up and tried to pin the monkey against the wall with his staff.

The monkey grabbed the staff with his hands, but was shoved back from the force of the hit.

MK glowered at him when the monkey only grinned. Perhaps Macaque wasn't in a fighting mood today, that was strange. He was kind of back and forth on the whole hero-villain thing.

Then MK realized, shockingly, that the monkey's eyes were bright, dazzling blue, and he faltered, mouth gaping.

In that moment, the monkey shoved his staff back, making MK tumble backwards, but his hands clenched tightly on his staff. With both of them standing with a grip on the staff, the monkey leaned forward, still grinning.

"So you're the Monkie Kid I've heard so much about!"

And that was not Macaque's voice. Deep, sure, but it didn't have the same taunting, smooth undertone.

"Huh?" MK blurted.

“You’re not Macaque?!” Mei yelled, dropping her sword before she attacked him, though she still glared accusingly.

The strange monkey laughed, head tilted back and tail swaying leisurely behind him. “You know, I get that a lot,” he replied.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” Mei demanded, raising her sword to point it at him. “Are you a spy? A clone?!”

The suspicion slipped back into MK’s mind at that. He knew his Porty clone liked to run off and cause mischief—what if one of Macaque’s clone had done the same? Or Macaque had sent a clone here to bother the Monkey King?

Then why were they just chatting when we arrived, and not fighting? said a more rational part of MK’s mind.

“Kids,” Monkey King called, coming behind them with a slightly wide-eyed look, his tail lashing back and forth in concern. “It’s fine! He’s a friend. Drop your weapons.”

Mei’s face scrunched in a pout, but obeyed, while MK relaxed, though hesitantly, and the monkey let go of the staff, letting MK take it back without question or worry.

The monkey slipped past them, coming to Monkey King’s side and playfully punching him, though there was no strength to it as Monkey King didn’t even flinch. “Attack first, questions later,” the monkey teased, “is that what you’re teaching them these days?”

Monkey King scoffed, crossing his arms. “You try and wrangle them.”

“Uh, of course we attacked first!” Mei protested, gesturing wildly to the black and red-furred monkey. “He looks like Macaque!! Why would we not attack!”

“Sheesh, does every monkey look the same to you?” The new monkey raised a judgemental brow.

Mei let out a strangled noise, opening her mouth then snapping it shut as she studied the monkey. On second glance, he didn’t look as much like Macaque as they thought, but the resemblance was certainly undeniable. His fur was a deep black, shinier than Macaque’s, and his red face was a lot brighter, like a ripe cherry, and the mask of it curled much larger on his face than Macaque’s. His fur seemed longer and fluffier too, creating a mane around his head.

The crystal-blue eyes were certainly a dead give away though.

He wore a leather tunic instead of a cape and hanfu too.

Clone still wasn’t out of the running, though. Porty and Artsy were pretty distinct from MK despite being his clones.

“Monkey King, who is this?” MK asked, trusting his mentor to tell him the truth more than he did the Macaque-lookalike.

But the Monkey King’s tail twitched, and his face morphed between a grimace and an attempted smile. Orange-colored eyes flicked to the side instead of meeting MK’s inquisitive gaze straight on. “Ah, this is—”

“Call me Rumble,” said the new monkey, bowing slightly and offering his hand to MK. “Pleasure to meet you, MK, I’ve heard you’re called. And you too, dragon pony girl. ‘Fraid I didn’t catch your name, though.”

MK frowned, but took the monkey’s hand, shaking it. It was solid, not at all like the wispiness of Macaque’s shadow clones. A bit rough on the bare palm, which was a brown-red color, but the bright crimson hair on the back of his hand and his wrist were incredibly soft, tickling MK where they touched.

Red hands. Macaque had black hands.

“It’s Mei,” she responded flatly, still looking at Rumble suspiciously.

“Mei,” Rumble repeated, then offered his hand to her next. Her face went slack in surprise, then she crossed her arms and turned her head with a ‘hmmph.’ Rumble just smiled, not at all offended, and pulled his hand back. “I’m glad I caught you two! I wanted to see what all the fuss was about when I learned the Monkey King had taken a successor.”

Monkey King’s lips turned down, almost in a pout. “That’s the only reason you visited? It’s been ten years!”

“Nine,” corrected Rumble with a pleased grin, bumping his shoulder against Monkey King’s. “Barely anything for you, old man! Or did you become mortal while I wasn’t looking?”

Monkey King huffed, arms still crossed, and he flicked his tail. “It was long enough.”

Rumble looked back at MK with a sly grin. “And I see the empty nest syndrome kicked in,” he mused. “Only took a few hundred years. And you’ve been the Monkie Kid now for, ah, say a year?”

“Barely,” MK answered, curious as his eyes flickered between the king and Rumble. “Haven’t hit my birthday yet.” And yet he’d managed to release so many evils and doom the world to destruction multiple times already…

“Wow, not even a year’s training, and you could take on the Lady Bone Demon?” Rumble said casually, like that name didn’t strike fear straight into MK’s heart. “I can see why Monkey King chose you.”

MK tried not to wince or flinch away or anything, even as his stomach felt like an empty pit. He squeezed out from his lungs, “Y-yeah. I mean, I had a lot of help, though. It wasn’t just me.”

“Yeah, we kicked her butt!” Mei exclaimed, more energetic.

“Glad to hear it,” Rumble said, and there was a flicker of something in his bright eyes, his tail swaying behind him in a wide arch. “She’s been a plight on the world for too long, really.” Even though he kept a laidback composure, there was something clipped about his tone that made MK nervous.

“So what’s your whole deal?” Mei pressed, seemingly done with casual conversation. She looked him up and down, still persistently suspicious. “ Are you a clone?”

“No?” Rumble quirked a lip. “Do I look like I’m made of shadows?”

“Hey, you can’t blame me,” Mei insisted, hands on her hips. “MK’s clones are crazy. Who's to say Macaque doesn’t have a few loose cases?”

Rumble laughed again, smiling. “Suppose I can’t argue with you there,” he relented. “But I’m not a clone. Only half of one.” His lips curled in a much bigger grin, attempting to trade a heavily amused look with the Monkey King. Monkey King’s lips twitched before he allowed a smile, rolling his eyes again.

“What the heck does that mean?” Mei huffed. Still suspicious, but more comfortable, she poked the strange monkey’s arm. “Why do you look like Macaque?”

“Do you mortals not have kids anymore?” Rumble laughed openly now, eyes shining with mirth. He watched them expectantly, eyes flickering between them with clear joy, like the cat that got the cream.

It took a second for the facts to click into place in MK's brain.

But not for Mei. After a heartbeat, she was gasping, hands flailing out to the side, and eyes as huge as saucers.

On cue, both of them screeched, "YOU'RE MACAQUE'S SON?!"

"Macaque has a son? " Mei continued incredulously.

"HOW?" MK added, flabbergasted and gaping at the undeniable proof in front of him.

"Since WHEN? " Mei asked instead, exchanging a fish-gaping look with MK, absolutely befuddled.

Rumble smirked, soaking up their confusion with great pride. He gave Monkey King, who stood stiffly with a forced smile, a half-questioning, half-amused grin. "Wow, they really didn't know, huh?"

Monkey King flustered, turning his gaze away and shrugging almost bashfully. Was that a light pink dusting his cheeks? Monkey King rarely blushed!

"It never came up?" offered Monkey King.

Rumble, as it seemed he liked to do, laughed, short and quick but deeply bemused. "I can see that."

Now Monkey King frowned, tail tip twitching. "Well, when you only visit every other decade or so, it wasn't exactly on the brain."

"Oh, hush." Rumble rolled his eyes, though he was smiling. "I visit more than enough. I've got my own life, you know."

“Wait, wait, wait,” MK insisted, holding his hands out as he watched the interaction with utter befuddlement. “So let me get this straight—you absolutely despise Macaque, can’t even be in the same room as him without the two of you trying to tear each other’s throats out, but you’re FRIENDS with his SON?!”

Monkey King flinched as though MK had physically struck him, and MK faltered, concerned to see his mentor hesitating, a disgruntled grimace on his face. He opened his mouth, then it stuttered closed again. His arm moved in an aborted mechanical movement, and his eyes didn’t meet MK’s until he took a deep breath and forced out the words, “Actually, bud, Rumble is—”

“Way cooler than Macaque, duh!” Rumble interrupted, arms crossing as he puffed his chest out with a mischievous grin. “You think the Monkey King’d hang out with a grump like him? Naaah. I’m the ray of sunshine in the family, you know.”

Monkey King’s face twisted into one of perplexion, brows furrowed as he looked at Rumble like he’d spoken in a different language. When Rumble met his gaze with a smirk, he tilted his head questioningly and Rumble let out a whisper that was loud enough for MK and Mei to overhear regardless, “Come on; it’ll be so funny.”

Monkey King frowned, skeptical, but didn’t say anything as Rumble turned back to MK and Mei. “So!” The not-shadow monkey clapped his hands. “Those were some pretty sweet moves you pulled earlier, Monkie Kid. You got anymore? I’d love to see what you know.”

“Uh, no,” Mei replied instead, stubbornly back to glaring at him. “We are not just gonna skim over that. You’re Macaque’s kid? Macaque—the six-eared, shadow demon, morally gray anti-hero Macaque’s kid? That Macaque?”

Rumble chuckled, tail swaying, pleased at their dumbfoundment. His blue eyes were alight with fox-like glee. “How many macaques do you know, kid?”

“Just the one,” Mei said, “which is why there’s NO WAY you're his kid. You’ve gotta be a clone that’s messing with us. Right?” She glanced at Monkey King for confirmation, but his lips pursed and he glanced slightly to the left of her.

“No, he’s Macaque’s,” the Monkey King confirmed, words short. “Trust me on that, kiddo.”

Mei’s eyes narrowed in disbelief still, flickering between the two monkeys like she might suddenly understand. MK floundered beside her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish’s before he gargled out, “But—but how? ”

“Well,” Rumble began, “have you ever heard about the birds and the bees—”

“No, no, no!” Mei quickly cut him off, shaking her head and putting her hands to her ears. “Okay, okay, you’re his kid! But like—WHAT? I can’t imagine Macaque with a child. A baby. It’s just not possible! He’s like, so tragic backstory and woe is me and I’m going to kill you because I’m evil but not really because I’m kind of pathetic and all that it’s just not possible!”

“Wow.” Rumble grinned, his lips twisting upwards enough that his gums showed. “That’s a new one. I am so going to tell him you said that.”

Mei let out a strangled noise and even Monkey King frowned.

“Okay, I think I just got off his I-will-attack-you-for-no-reason list, so maybe don’t put me back on there,” Mei said.

“But he’d have a reason this time so it wouldn’t the no-reason list, would it?” Rumble pointed out slyly.

“Are you in cahoots with him?” MK interrupted, mind still whirling. Rumble raised an eyebrow, and MK clarified, “Like, we never saw you during the—everything. So do you, like… like Red Son is always with DBK and Princess Iron Fan. They’re a big, happy, formerly evil family.”

Rumble chuffed, a small laugh-like but more thoughtful noise, and he tilted his head, tapping his chin. “Hm, no not really,” he answered. “Red Son’s pretty young still by demon standards. I’ve got my own life and house and job and friends and whatnot, so no time for me to spend trailing after Dad like a duckling, you know?”

That pulled a chortle out of Monkey King, the corner of his lips curling and his shoulders untensing by a margin. But MK could only stare at Rumble, gaping again, because he’d called Macaque Dad . Like, the whole word and everything, in reference to Macaque, and it rolled easy and natural off his lips like he’d said it before .

“Wait, can you do the shadow stuff he can?” Mei asked, some of her suspicion washing away in favor of curiosity. “Is it, like, genetic?”

Rumble’s lips slipped downward, like they might make a frown, but instead the smile stayed firm on his face. “It’s not genetic,” he answered, “but theoretically I could.”

“Theoretically?” Mei frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means I don’t, but I could if I wanted to,” Rumble explained, tail swaying behind him in an arc.

“Well that’s a weird answer,” Mei said. “What cool things can you do?”

MK felt a beat of excitement in his chest as he leaned forward eagerly. “Ooo, ooo! Do you have super cool mystic monkey powers too?!”

“Define super cool mystic monkey powers.”

“Like this,” MK shifted into an eagle, shooting up into the air and then diving back down and shifting back into his human form, “or this,” then he twirled his staff over his shoulders, extended it an incredible length, then raised it high into the sky without effort, then shrunk it back down, “or this!”

With a deep breath, MK gathered all his energy in a burning sensation, then shoved his fist towards the sky with a cry. Giant bursts of golden flame in fist-shapes punched into the air.

“Hey, hey!” Monkey King called, leaping forward to swat away the lingering flames. “Don’t use that here! I live on a highly flammable mountain! Flower Fruit Mountain, remember!”

“Sorry,” MK apologized, but looked to Rumble eagerly.

“Ah, so by super cool mystic monkey powers, you mean the Monkey King’s powers.” Rumble chuckled, eyes glittering. “I’m not entirely unfamiliar with the 72 Transformations and such, but, nah, I’m not as grand as my—as the ol’ king.”

MK pouted, and Mei questioned, “So do you have any cool powers?”

Rumble cocked his head. “Is being able to read a cool power?”

Monkey King’s face fell in deep offense. “Hey! I can read! ” he protested. “Is Macaque still telling people I can’t read?! I can!”

“Oh really?” Rumble questioned, smirk heavy on his red face. “Spell antidisestablishmentarianism.”

Monkey King’s mouth fell open, glaring incredulously at the younger monkey demon, then he put his hands on his hips with a scowl. “Okay, that’s not even a word.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then what does it mean?” Monkey King crossed his arms again, raising a condescending brow.

Rumble opened his mouth, raising his pointer finger, then closed it, frowning as he touched his curled finger to his lips. “Alright, you’ve got me there.”

“Ha!” Monkey King grinned.

“Spell cat.”

Monkey King’s grin dropped and he glared at the black-furred simian again. “Uh, k-a-t—BAM! Done! Easy.”

“A lot of confidence for someone so wrong ,” Rumble shot back, tail kinking in amusement.

“What! I’m not wrong.” Scowling, Monkey King turned to MK. “MK, bud, tell him I’m right!”

MK blinked, then said, “Uh… Cat is spelt with a c, not a k.”

Monkey King’s face fell, then he huffed. “I can’t believe I’m being gaslit in my own home.” Suddenly, the king’s stomach growled, and he glanced at his stomach. “Oh right! I ordered noodles. That’s why you guys were here. I completely forgot!” He looked back at them expectantly, then scanned MK’s hands and frowned when he didn’t see the familiar bag of Pigsy’s Noodles.

MK’s stomach dropped, and he twisted his head around to rapidly search for where he left the noodles. He’d completely forgotten about them too!

He winced, then cried, “Pigsy’s gonna kill me!” when he saw the bag of noodles on the ground, abandoned in favor of attacking the misidentified monkey, the box broken and letting the juicy insides seep out. Mei patted his back sympathetically.

“Ah, it’s fine, bud.” Monkey King waved it off, already reaching with his other hand for his hair. “I’ll just make my own.”

“Ew, no.” Rumble swatted his hand away before the king could pull a strand out and shift it into a bowl of noodles. “Stop eating your own hair. It’s gross.”

“It’s not gross!” Monkey King protested, though there was a quirked tilt to his lips that secretly said, I know it is and I find it funny you guys are disgusted.

“How does that even work?” Mei questioned. “When you eat your own hair—why even order noodles if you can just spawn your own into existence?”

“Eh, doesn’t taste as good, to be honest,” Monkey King replied, shrugging and reaching for his hair again. “Plus, it’s just recycling my energy so I need real food to satisfy hunger.”

“Oh,” Mei said. “Huh.”

“Still gross,” insisted Rumble, then he gasped and tried to swat the bowl that suddenly appeared in Monkey King’s hands. “No! Drop it! Bad king!”

Monkey King snickered, hopping away and avoiding Rumble’s hands. When Rumble lunged for the bowl again, the king barked a laugh and dipped, then started to race up the stairs to his abode. As Rumble chased after him, yelling, “ No! ” the Monkey King jumped onto the roof of his house, initiating a game of keep away.

“Macaque has a son, ” whispered Mei, watching as the monkeys chased each other.

“I know,” MK said, still just as baffled. It hadn’t really settled in his mind for real . The fact was half-there, half- what?

“Do you think Monkey King has a kid?” Mei asked.

“What?” MK looked at her, startled. “No? Why would you think that?”

“Well, if Macaque can have a secret kid, I don’t see why Monkey King couldn’t,” Mei explained.

MK frowned. “There’s no way,” he said. “He would have told us by now. Besides, it’d be in all the Journey to the West texts and stuff. Everyone would know the Monkey King had a kid.”

“True, true,” Mei relented. “I’m just…” She raised her hands, fingers lazily splayed, towards where Rumble was wrestling Monkey King for the bowl of noodles. “What?”

“I feel ya sister,” MK responded. “This is not how I expected today to go.”

“I’m going to be stuck on this until next week,” said Mei. “Hey, do you think we’ll be able to pin down Macaque and interrogate him?”

“Hmm.” MK rubbed his fingers over his chin thoughtfully. “Sometimes he orders noodles. Hasn’t for a week, so he’s due to order again soon. Nobody can resist the exquisite taste of Pigsy’s noodles!”

“Speaking of,” Mei prodded his side, “don’t you have more deliveries to make?”

MK pouted, crossing his arms. “Yeahhhh,” he whined. “But this is way more interesting!” He gestured wildly towards Rumble as the black-and-red monkey snatched the bowl away from Monkey King and slammed it to the ground—or tried to, for the Great Sage Equal to Heaven quickly dove to the ground and caught it, then spun on his back and leaped to his feet. He stuck his tongue out at Rumble.

“Didn’t Red Son order noodles today?” Mei questioned sneakily. “Maybe he knows something about Macaque’s super-secret son.”

“Ooooo.” MK’s eyes lit up. “Good point. Hey, Monkey King!” He cupped his hands and yelled to his mentor, and both monkeys paused, turning to him with identical inquisitive looks. “Mei and I’ve gotta go.”

“Oh,” Monkey King said, sounding faintly disappointed. MK’s gut churned, feeling guilty as he saw the king’s tail droop. “Alright, kiddo! See you tomorrow for training?”

“Yeah,” MK called back, then looked at Rumble. The black-furred monkey had turned back to Monkey King, tail swaying in the slow way that meant hunting. Taking advantage of Monkey King being distracted, Rumble lashed out his arm and knocked the bowl of noodles straight onto the roof of the house. It clattered, spilling, then poofed back into orange hair.

Monkey King gasped, glaring in deep offense at Rumble, who just cackled.

“Hey, uhm, Rumble!” MK yelled next, and the monkey turned to him, tilting his head.

“Yeah?”

“Uh, will you still be around tomorrow?” MK asked. He saw Monkey King’s head jerk up, turning to Rumble with a strange, tentative hopefulness in his features.

Rumble grinned. “‘Course, kid! I’ll be sticking around for a bit. Gotta visit Dad while I’m in town too still, y’know.”

Monkey King blinked, startled at some piece of that information, then said, “Macaque’s living in Megapolis?”

Rumble smirked. “Hey, you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Old news,” Mei said. “We knew that.”

Monkey King frowned, tail twitching in some sort of disapproval or nerves.

“Anyway,” Mei continued. “See you later, monkey men!” She grinned at herself, waving. MK echoed her goodbye, turning to follow her down the mountain. He winced again when he saw his discarded bag of noodles.

What Pigsy didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

“Bye, MK! Bye, Mei!” chirped Rumble, waving enthusiastically to them as they left.

Once they vanished from the monkeys’ sight, Rumble’s hand dropped in sync with his smile. He turned to face the Monkey King, saying, “I upset you earlier, didn’t I? With the lying thing.”

“What? No,” Sun Wukong immediately, almost instinctively, replied.

“Don’t even.” Rumble fixed the orange-furred simian with a stern glare. “You looked constipated. I thought it’d be funny to drag out the mystery, but if I upset you by hiding the fact that you’re my dad too—”

“No, it’s not that,” Wukong said. He sighed, then rubbed his face with his hands slowly. Rumble frowned, watching his father’s tail flick back and forth.

“Are you sure?” Rumble asked, feeling a wedge of guilt in his stomach. He hadn’t meant to hurt Wukong’s feelings; he’d only been thinking about how hilarious the kids’ reactions would be and how he would best reveal the fact he was Wukong’s son too. “I was only lying about it for the joke, but I won’t if it’s upsetting you.”

“It’s fine,” Wukong insisted, but he was still frowning. “I just—didn’t want to lie to MK anymore.”

Rumble’s eyes widened and his mouth popped into a little ‘o.’ “Ah,” he said, surprised his father would admit to such a thing. “I didn’t realize how close you were with him. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to force your hand.”

“It’s fine, Rumble, really,” Sun Wukong repeated. “I need some time to figure out how to tell him anyway. MK doesn’t know much about Macaque and I’s, ah, history…” He winced. “Their reactions are going to be… something.”

Rumble couldn’t stop the twitch of his lips into a grin. “Yeah, I know,” he said. “That’s why I wanted it to be a big thing. Their reactions would have been so hilarious. I don’t normally get to brag about my parentage—attracts too many of your enemies.” Wukong frowned, giving him a look that was both disapproving and guilty, and Rumble swiftly brushed past it, continuing, “But we can tell them next time, if you want. I don’t want to force you to keep lying.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Wukong said, which annoyed Rumble just a touch, because of course Wukong would brush off anything feelings related. “You can do whatever joke you had planned still. No point in changing it up now. Besides, their reactions will be funny.” He frowned, lips and nose scrunched like he’d sucked on a sour lemon.

Rumble raised an eyebrow, disbelieving. He had gotten caught up in the joke being funny, but now that he thought about it, it would be an uncomfortable situation for Wukong to explain himself in… Especially to people he genuinely seemed to care about.

“Well, we’ll have to tell them soon anyway,” Rumble conceded, tail tip flicking as a small frown wormed its way onto his lips. “I’m sure Savage won’t be far behind me now that the news of the Monkie Kid is spreading.”

The whole body wince Sun Wukong gave was visceral. His tail curled around the front of his body, and Rumble didn’t need to have his father’s six ears to hear Wukong’s heart thump nervously.

“There’s the other thing I’m worried about…” Wukong admitted. He opened his mouth, then closed it, and Rumble waited until he asked, “Do you think she’ll be… fine about all this?”

“About MK?” Rumble snorted. “ Absolutely not. Ten bucks she tries to kill him.”

Wukong groaned, hand dragging down his face. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Ahhh, it won’t be that bad.” Rumble grinned.

“This is going to go disastrously.”

”Family reunion!” Rumble teased, poking his dad’s side. Wukong swatted his hand away.

“You’re as insufferable as your father,” Wukong complained.

“Nah, I’m worse.”

Wukong looked at him, deadpan, before a smile slowly expanded across his features. “Have you had lunch yet? I do have some actual food in my fridge, you know. I could whip something up.”

Rumble scrunched his nose. “You? Cook?” he said. “Save yourself the fire." He jumped off the roof, turning to head inside the house, and Wukong followed. "I'll cook us up something."

Wukong visibly brightened, unable to stop his toothy smile. "So you're staying?"

Rumble looked at him. "Of course. What, you think I'd dip already?"

Wukong shrugged, bashful again as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thought you might stay at Macaque's instead."

Rumble smiled, this time soft instead of teasing. He paused and let Wukong catch up to him, then playfully bumped his shoulder with his own. "Not tonight, Dad," he said. "We've got plenty of catching up to do first."

Wukong's tail curled, and Rumble watched as he stopped containing his excitement, letting his shoulders relax and his tail sway. "So what're ya cookin' up?"

Rumble relaxed too, laughing lightly. It was always such a fight to wear down his father's barriers, but a delight when he could get him to genuinely smile.

"I was thinking human, y'know, like old times?"

Sun Wukong laughed.

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pearl484-blog · 1 year ago

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Trick or treat! 🧛☠️

Yes! My first ask!

Hmm....here's some cut content for my Adrien AUGreste intial entry of Risk Taker. Originally designed as a prequel for Replay, ultimately thia bad boy spiraled out of control and far away from what I was looking for

Quick Summary: On the worst day of his life, Nino tries to evade his best friend while he tries to kill him.

It all started when an akuma called Spin Doctor attacked the city of Paris. He looked like an old fashioned stereotype of a doctor, that had been colored in by a kindergartner, complete with a green lab coat, yellow gloves, a red stethoscope, gray skin and a shiny metal disk strapped to his head that looked like a misplaced CD. Unfortunately, that particular part of the ensemble was what fired the beams that mind-controlled his victims.

His victims were emotionless and parroted whatever lies Spin Doctor declared on loop, and they walked like they were drunk, swaying from side to side and staring at nothing. Or at least that was what it seemed like. It was hard to tell because all of the victims had silver disks for eyes.

At first, Nino had thought they were blind, but as he was looking through his bedroom window to watch the akuma pass by, he saw a bit of movement. Nino’s eyes darted over to see what it was, and he noticed a mother trying to make a run for it with her toddler before the akuma got close enough to get her.

Immediately, it was like a flip had been switched. The akuma barely did more than twitch towards her, and the akuma’s victims swarmed the mother enmass. She cried out as her child was ripped from her and she was thrown to the ground. One of the victims grabbed the baby and ran off while 4 others grabbed the mom and held her down. She had screamed in terror until the full mob descended on her, and then she stopped.

Only, it didn’t sound like she’d just been muffled or subdued. It was like her scream had been a track on a playlist, and at the height of her panic, someone paused it. It was so strange, the Nino could barely react.

Nino watched the mob with a strange horror as he realized he couldn’t bring himself to look away until he knew the woman’s fate. Had she been killed? Had she been converted? Had she been transformed into something else. Nino could only guess, and when Nino realized that the mob was no more, and he still hadn’t seen a trace of the mother, he understood that he’d never know.

Nino hid inside his apartment after that, closing all the blinds in his window and barricading the doors. It wouldn’t stop Spin Doctor if he truly wanted to get to Nino, but it might delay him, and it might stop his victims. Thankfully, Chris was at a sleepover with some friends, and his parents were out for date night so they were probably safe if Hawk Moth decided to get his revenge on Nino for being a hero.

Knowing that this may take awhile and worrying about it wouldn’t help anymore, Nino decided to make some stress hot chocolate and listen to some music on his headphones. Which is why he didn’t notice Ladybug asking him for help until she tapped him on the shoulder.

He jumped in surprise at that, before he pulled off his headphones. “Ladybug,” he said, “How did you get here?”

She smiled guiltily at him. “You didn’t lock your windows, '' she explained. Nino shrank in embarrassment. Of course he had forgotten. His apartment was so high up, but really, that wouldn’t stop any akumas or Miraculous wiekders. He’d have to be more careful in the future.

“Oh, uh, right,” Nino said. “Why are you here, Ladybug? I kinda thought I was retired after the whole Miracle Queen thing.”

“You are,” Ladybug said, nervously. “You most definitely are. It’s just that Chat Noir was hit by one of those beams, and I don’t have time to explain everything to someone new, and this akuma is no joke…”

“Say no more,” Nino answered, eager to see Wayzz again. He really did miss the little guy. “I’ll help you.”

“Thank goodness,” Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief. Then she straighten up. “Nino Lahiffe, this is the Miraculous of the Turtle, which grants the power of protection. You will use it for the greater good.” Nino gave his buddy, Wayzz, a smile as he put on his bracelet.

“Good to see ya, little dude,” Nino said.

“Likewise,” Wayzz said nodding. “I’m glad to see you too, even if it is for one last time.”

“Wayzz!” Nino cried. “Shell on!”

“Okay,” Ladybug said. “The akuma’s only a few blocks from here, and I’ve already sent King Monkey and Ryuko over to deal with him too. I need you to help them distract the akuma and Chat Noir while I get more reenforcements. The victims like to attack heroes more than civilians too, so I’m sure they’ll appreciate someone watching their backs.”

“You got it, Ladybug,” Carapace said, saluting Ladybug before the two went their separate ways. With any luck, this whole thing would be fixed before anybody else came home and no one would be none the wiser. Course, Carapace knew that things sometimes didn’t go quite his way, so he also prepared the mental excuses for why he’d be gone if Mom and Dad did get back home before him.

When he made his way to the akuma, the situation was a mess. The streets were lousy with akuma victims, so much that it was hard to see the pavement underneath the thick masses of bodies around Ryuko and King Monkey. The two of them kept trying to get to higher ground, out of the reach of the masses, but as a collectivem they grabbed and pulled at the heroes, constantly dragging them back down to their level. The one time that Ryuko did manage to escape, Chat Noir leapt after her, taunting her by waggling his finger and tsking at her, before knocking her back into the masses.

Watching from the rooftops, Carapace decided that King Monkey was the bigger priority to get loose. After all, he could disrupt the akuma’s power and stop him from making all those victims come to him. So, Carapace hurled his shield into the crowd and forced them to disperse away from King Monkey.

As soon as he was able, King Monkey leapt up and called out “UPROAR”, summoning himself a luau shirt that he hurled right at the doctor. It smacked him right in the face and knocked him off of his perch. The doctor’s disk short circuited and began zapping everyone around him, freeing some people, converting others, and even converting a few into full mirror statues.

Terrified, Carapace put a shelter around the akuma, out of sheer desperation for it all to stop. When it worked, much to his shock, he wondered why he hadn’t done it in the first place.

-Chat Noir is revealed to be Adrien after he times out from Cataclysming King Monkey

-Everyone is shocked, but Ryuko, hoping that Adrien is not completely gone, tries to talk some sense into him, annoying the akuma

-Seeing the nasty look on his face, Carapace realizes that the akuma’s about to order Adrien to attack Ryuko

-Carapace throws his shield to defend her, as Adrien tries to punch her in the face

-his shield nails the akuma square in the face

-Enraged, the akuma orders Adrien to kill Carapace, and Adrien begins to chase them.

-Upon seeing that other heroes have shown up, he orders Plagg to use Cataclysm on the area around them to cause maximum chaos and flees

-Adrien chases down Nino with surprising speed as they navigate the building crumbling around them.

-At one point, a wall falls between Carapace and Adrien. For a moment, Carapace worries about Adrien before he sees Adrien get up through a hole in the wall and breathes a sigh in relief as he realizes that Adrien can’t possibly get to him now.

-Only for Adrien to see the hole and start trying to claw his way through it, pulling apart the rebar to make way. Horrified at the damage Adrien’s doing to himself, and terrified of the building falling on top of them, Carapace helps make the hole bigger, and drags Adrien through, deciding to hold him tight enough that he can’t do anything and casting Shellter to protect them.

-When he does, Carapace soon realizes that Adrien has stopped struggling to get him, and is just standing there.

-Finally free of his mind control, Adrien tells Carapace that he thinks they’re safe

-Then Adrien realizes his ring is gone and panics

-Carapace tells him that Hawkmoth stole his ring and tries to comfort him

#trick or treat #deleted scene #deleted fic #my fic #carapace #chat noir #adrien agreste #So many decisions unexplained #This has been rewritten

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Taking Flight - Chapter 14 - Recoupto

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October 8

Marinette left a sticky note on the back of her monitor for the Kwami to use, they would use it to watch shows or learn more about the from the times they had last been out. Marinette had signed up, joined, and installed as many Akuma Alarms on her computer as possible in case there was an Akuma about while she was sleeping and it didn’t wake her up.

So this led to when she was out the Kwami would know if she would be using Tikki, this also led to them knowing to be prepared to get zipped into the Miracle…Book Box. They were still getting used to the new physical form of their box, the boxes could change yes. It was just…odd.

Although one of the stranger things was how they got zipped back to it when the Guardian grabbed one through her weapon. She didn’t do it often but she had picked a few of them. Wayzz found the strangest thing was her leaving a phone to call the Kwami, they didn’t really see a reason for it. Marinette had stated it was for her to call them in case of an emergency.

Marinette had called them today over half an hour after getting hit, Wayzz and Sass had decided they would handle the call; the others had popped in trying to talk to the young Guardian. It had been chaotic, to say the least. They came to the conclusion that they couldn’t let everyone go but they needed help, so Sass and the others stayed on the phone with Marinette, and the cat user Adrien, while Wayzz and Kalkki took a chance.

Kalkki made a portal to the building, they decided it would be fine as the Miracle Cure would fix whatever came. Wayzz just hoped it stayed with Paris or its neighboring towns.

“Oh my gosh there’s more of them,” the blond boy cried in delight. He looked over Kalkki and Wayzz with awe. “May I pet you?”

“I suppose since you have quite the stack in your favor,” Kalkki stated, the boy had a confused look before petting the horse Kwami. Wayzz shook his head, Plagg was already gone. It seemed the power of the Akuma erased the memories but not the personality.

“I told him not to leave,” Tikki grumbled sitting on the desk while she was frowning, there was a clear pout. Marinette turned to the red Kwami, she had been eyeing the two new Kwami as she took the information, “He’ll be back, uh, Tikki. All I have to do is transform and use my fixer-upper and he should remember who he is and what he does.”

“I believe you should transform now, the sooner you defeat the Akuma the sooner all will be set right,” Wayzz spoke floating closer to his Guardian. “Perhaps the cat holder could use one of us to help you defeat the Akuma?”

“That’s a great idea,” the said boy beamed.

“Tikki you ready?” Marinette faced the little red being. Tikki rose and nodded, “Whenever you are.”

“Spots on!”

A flash of pink swept the area around the girl, Adrien screwed his eyes shut from the light. The suit she had on now didn’t have the same armor or details but it held up. Her hair had a more prominent dark blue to it and her eyes were the same bright blue he had seen her with earlier that afternoon and on the red…Kwami.

A soft “wow” came out of the boy.

Marinette, now Ladybug, looked over her magic suit, inspecting it. While it was armored in a way, it didn’t seem like it would get in the way of movement. She had to admit, she liked it.

“I believe Adrien should use me for this mission unless Plagg returns,” Wayzz said holding out his bracelet. He had grabbed it when he heard that Plagg had left the two teens. Kalkki huffed next to Adrien, she had not grabbed their Miraculous and to open another portal would be too dangerous without a holder.

“Shell yeah,” Adrien cried accepting the bracelet from the turtle Kwami. Ladybug stifled a laugh behind her hand at the boy’s enthusiasm.

“Remember don’t say your power until you’re ready to use them within the five minutes,” Wayzz stated as Adrien squired the Miraculous on his wrist. Ladybug and Adrien nodded at the green being.

“What do I say to fight by my bug’s side,” the boy grinned.

“Shell on,” Wayzz smiled. Adrien’s grin seemed to get wider to the red heroine.

“Guess it’s time to get my shell on!” Adrien cried, a green light washing around him.

Before Ladybug was now a boy in greens and some scarce blues, along with a shield acting as a shell on his back, and very prominent pieces of armor. More than was on his cat-themed suit. His light green eyes were now bright red, sticking really, they truly popped out from him just like when he was in his catsuit. His eyes were framed with a mask not unlike hers, a deeper green, that of which matched his shield.

The red eyes threw the red-wearing girl off, but it was fine.

His hair was back to being more of a dark blond like it had before, and of course a goofy grin on his face as he looked at her.

“Whatcha think? I personally like it,” the boy stated, looking at himself, flexing his fingers in the suit. “Let's get this Akuma Matata over with so we can get everything back to normal Marinette!”

“Wait,” Ladybug grabbed his hand. “We can't call each other by our real names,” she gave a shake of her head, “otherwise Oblivio, Hawk Moth, and everyone else will know who we are. I’m Ladybug, remember? You're not Chat Noir so we need something else to call you.”

Adrien's brows came down as he thought of something to go by before lighting up, “Vert Tort!”

Ladybug chuckled behind her hand with a shake of her head, “At least we're straightforward.”

Vert Tort shrugged with a nod, “Yeah. So how about we be straightforward with our friend upstairs?”

Ladybug nodded and they made their way up to the roof with Kalkki following them. They hid behind a wall, Ladybug turned to Kalkki while Vert Tort looked through a user's guide on his forearm.

“Kalkki you need to stay here,” Ladybug rubbed her hands on her legs, her anxiousness seeming through. “I want us to be careful, that includes you.”

Kalkki raised her head high with a nigh, “I would never do anything of the like to stop your victory.” Ladybug frowned, “I’m serious.” Ladybug glanced over as Oblivio went on yelling again.

Kalkki lowered her head, “Worry not, I shall stay here.”

Ladybug sighed out in relief saying a quite “thank you” before looking at Oblivio again, yo-yo in hand. A hand gently made itself known on her forearm, she looked at Vert Tort. He squeezed her arm with a small smile, “We can do this. We're stronger together.”

Her chest fluttered with warmth, his red eyes off-putting but held comfort. Ladybug blinked a few times before nodding at him, “You’re right…Luc–lucky Charm.”

A teapot falls into her hands, they only had five minutes to wrap this up. Ladybug didn't remember if she had any more treats for Tikki, and Vert Tort certainly didn’t have anything for Wayzz.

“How about we put a pot of tea and chat about it with them?” Vert suggested looking at the object. Ladybug held down a smile as she looked around, now wasn't the time for jokes. As much as she would have loved to let herself laugh she understood it was too risky.

She looked at Vert Tort, the teapot, her yo-yo, but nothing came, Ladybug’s nose scrunched up in frustration.

Why couldn't she put something together!

“Thought we heard something, we were right,” a distorted voice spoke from above them. Ladybug let out a squeak as Vert Tort looked up and chuckled, “You up for some tea?”

Oblivio lifted its arm aiming at them, its arm warming up a shot.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Vert Tort cried as they ran from their hiding spot. Oblivio’s arm trailed them, “You may have figured everything out, but that's something we can easily fix! We’re gonna make you forget everything again!”

Ladybug dived to the left and Vert Tort jumped over a blockade as Oblivio let a shot fire. Ladybug rolled hugging the teapot to her body, she groaned holding herself up from the ground still clutching the teapot. A shadow cast itself over her.

Oblivio leveled it’s arm her face, Ladybug scrambled to get up Oblivio yanked her back by her hair.

“Don't run from us, you haven't even gotten your dose yet Ladybug,” Oblivio stated as Ladybug struggled against her captor.

“Attacking m’lady on the ground! Did you forget your manners?” Vert Tort cried from the roof of the stairway door.

Ladybug fell to the ground a disk clattering next to her, Oblivio groaned clutching their stomach area. Ladybug crawled grabbing the teapot again and putting space between her and the Akuma as much as possible.

“I did it!” Vert Tort cried before clearing his throat. “Of course I did it.”

Oblivio shot at Vert Tort without even trying to aim.

“Vert!” Ladybug cried, Vert Tort tucked and rolled to the ground with a grunt. Ladybug couldn't help the sigh of relief that came out.

“You guys need a better plan. Would I be any help,” a raspy voice spoke from beside Ladybug. She gasped seeing the cute black blob.

“Plagg!” she cried out.

“Plagg?” Vert Tort yelled as Oblivio still shot beams at him.

“Plagg? Is that my name?” Plagg asked, looking at the girl.

“Yes,” Ladybug nodded, a spark lit in her eye. “I got a plan!”

“You got a plan?” Vert Tort said as he finally retrieved his shield from the landing pad. Ladybug explained her idea as quickly as possible before calling for Kalkki.

“Kalkki more than one Miraculous can be used at a time right?”

Kalkki nodded, “Yes they can. Although it is not advised to do so as it takes more energy.”

“Well we don't have much time anyway,” Ladybug stated. “Plagg and Kalkki go to Vert Tort while I distract Oblivio, explain the plan and how to use two at a time.”

The two Kwami flew over to Vert Tort as Ladybug spun her yo-yo only to mess up a turn and it to wrap around her arm. Oblivio made their way to the red-clothed girl.

“Plagg, Wayzz, unify!”

A staff extended itself, jabbing the Akuma’s back. Oblivio’s blast got shot into the air, and Ladybug finally got her yo-yo fully unwrapped from her.

“Hey, tampon case! How about a game of cat and mouse?” Her partner cried, a smug tone laced in it.

If Oblivio had a face they would be glaring at the turtle-cat, but one could still sense how they were fuming. Oblivio raises their arm readying a blast.

Before they knew it Ladybug somehow got her teapot over their arm blaster. They tried to shoot with it but the teapot hindered that. Oblivio let out an infuriated cry.

“Vert now!” Ladybug yelled as she hurried away from the Akuma.

Chat Vert?

Chat Vert.

Chat Vert pounced, “Cataclysm!” He grasped the part of the blaster that wasn't residing in the pot. The blaster crumbles after the few seconds of contact, the Akuma victim fell in a purple heap. The Akuma itself fluttered out into the sky.

Ladybug leaped up with her yo-yo open, “You’re not going anywhere!” She held her yo-yo to the Akuma and swept her arm down encapturing it into her yo-yo. “Gotcha!”

She landed back on the ground releasing the purified butterfly, she picked her teapot back up, “Miracu–”

“Wait,” Chat Vert lightly laid his hand on her arm, “Will…will we remember this?”

Ladybug looked away, lips pursed, “My cure reverts everything back to how it was before, so my guess is we won't.”

Chat took her hand and lifted it to his lips, “We’ll still have each other.”

Alya and Nino came out of their haze to find Chat..Chat Noir? Chat Noir kissing Ladybug’s knuckles, and for once she didn't pull away.

Nino let out a quiet “dude” beside Alya, who was getting her phone out with absolute glee.

Ladybug frowned at Chat, he just smiled back and nodded. Ladybug took a deep breath as her ears beeped louded in her ears as she had not even a minute left now. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled back, “Miraculous Ladybug.”

•

“I just don’t understand!” Marinette cried at her computer. “I just- I- Ugh!”

Marinette buried her head in her arms and groaned. The Kwami hovered over sharing glances, Tikki stifled a laugh. While the creation being did feel bad, she couldn’t help but be amused at the situation. Wayzz held a glint of amusement in his eye as he floated next to Tikki. Kalkki held where her eyebrows would be up high as she looked over houve. Then there was Zuppu, the monkey Kwami having erupted in unstoppable giggles since the post was uploaded on the Ladyblog.

There was an image of Chat Noir with the turtle Miraculous unified, kissing Ladybug’s knuckles. Ladybug’s cheeks flushed and not even a hint of irritation or dis-ease in the slightest.

“I don’t believe it,” Marinette grumbled, banging her head on her desk repeatedly. Because for once in her life she had the privacy, not counting the audience of the Kwami, just as she always has the urge to pound her head against the surface within range. “There’s even a video!”

Marinette let out a whine making Tikki giggle along with Zuppu, to which she glared at the two Kwami. “What are you laughing at? This is terrible!”

“Just a few things I find amusing,” Tikki admitted. “You have a few things you need to learn about him.”

Zuppu just laughed harder before zipping into the nest behind the monitor, rolling in it as he giggled. Wayzz nibbled on a piece of seaweed.

“How could I– How did this happen?” Marinette gripped the table in frustration. “Do you really remember nothing?” The girl faced Tikki.

Tikki shook her head, “I don’t, I would tell you if I did.”

“I know,” Marinette mumbled as she hugged her knees to her chest.

•

“I can’t believe this!” Adrien played the video. “Does this count as cheating Plagg?” Adrien spun facing the said Kwami.

Plagg looked up from his Camembert, seeming to actually think about it.

“You didn’t remember who you were so I don’t think it actually counts,” Plagg said before sliding a chunk of cheese in his mouth. Adrien frowned facing the computer screen again, it just didn’t sit right with him.

Plagg looked over at the teen again, “You don’t remember and you didn’t even remember who you were at the time. So you shouldn’t beat yourself up on something that this you couldn’t control. That you maybe have been like you but he didn’t have everything that made you, you. He was mostly someone else, you as his base, your instincts. You can’t change what he did.”

“But he was still…me.” Adrien’s lip came out in a pout looking at the post with the still shot.

Plagg floated to Adrien, taking a bite of cheese, “Yes he was, but he wasn’t you. Look I don’t know how else to explain this kid, it’s like if you met another version of yourself that was mostly like you. What if he was caught I don’t know smoking, and the public thought it was you. Is that still you?”

“No,” Adrien looked at Plagg now.

“Exactly, don’t think of him as you.” Plagg floated away to munch on more cheese. Adrian stopped hugging his knees and slumped in his chair. He didn’t know how to view it, sure it wasn’t entirely him but…

He groaned, this was giving him a headache.

Vert: Green in French

Tort for for Tortue. Tortue: Turtle in French

Green Turt basically.

Chat Vert = Green Cat

#maribat #maribat fic #taking flight #maribat fanfic #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat adrien agreste #adrienette #oblivio

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wonderousmonarch · 2 months ago

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Kamen Rider Wizard Thoughts

its fucking movie time baby

Movie War Ultimatum

- hehehe I'm watching this on a big projector. vv excited :)

- This shit look like the Jyamato took over

- why they got the saw traps????

- nether portal....

- this guy looks like a crucible knight

- they all fencing

- Infinite Monster Plant???? bro????

- Xatan... like Satan....

- ooh time travel guys. the guys who time travel

- SAKUTA!!! MY GOAT!!!

- oooh the psychic soldiers. from Eternal

- PRETTY LADY!!!! :D

- Inga and Ryusei...

- Inga Blink give me a chance.... please 🥺

- METEOR!!!! MY BOY HAS RETURNED

- whoah... the love that killed gentaro...

- Inga Blink is so hot I need her to kill me

- GENTARO!!! he's back!!!

- his ass did NOT need to jump out that window

- friendship handshake !!!! :D

- Joujima is in space ;)

- what a hater

- OH SHIT HES A D1 HATER, HE HATED SO HARD IT GAVE HIM PSYCHIC POWERS

- can they... only use psychokinesis?

- oh shit they're just boxing the students

- kinda got packed tho

- damn this is the most intense parkour chase I've seen in a while

- the sillies

- damn he just transformed raw

- FOURZE TIME

- 3....2....1.... its space time!!!!

- god i love Fourze

- use cosmic on this fool. power of friendship his ass.

- DAMN!!! THE FUCKIN BEAM!!!!

- :O New Zodiarts!

- oh shit they're getting the gang back together!

- oh how I missed the Autism Squad.

- HEHEHE the goth and the spy. I love them

- KENGO! MR AUTISM!

- ooh mysterious photo...

- they're all so mysterious

- why his clothes explode

- god something about the eyes moving beneath the mask is so unsettling

- it's all a pyramid scheme

- I missed Miu's "oops"

- ooh The Village....

- aw poor Miyoppe

- THEY STILL HAVE THE GUNS FROM THE SPACE MOVIE LMAOOO

- THE BOYS ARE TRANSFORMING TOGETHER!!! YAYYY

- I miss the metor driver noises

- SWITCH ON HAS SRARD OKAYING HAHGDBSB

- they kick so much ass holy shit

- Why is there an open lava pit. why is it there.

- tell em gentaro!

- he's doing a teaching moment I love him.

- OH SHIT! HE THRW IT INTO THE LAVA????

- Butterfly themeing....

- OH SHIT HE WENT FULL BUTTERFLY!

- bro looks like Taboo from Subspace Emissary

- damn he fucked that shit up

- UH OH

- HOLY SHIT

- HE JUST SNIPED HER!

- AH

- SLIME GIRL CLUTCH!!!!

- oh and Ryusei has no clue who she is

- god I love the friendship hi-five

- oh he threw the fucking goober

- LMAOOOO HE TOOK THAT SHIT AT FACE VALUE

- oh gentaro. never change.

- time for the wizard part.

- damn I still need to get a fucking donut man

- woah, Zodiarts AND Phantoms? what is this, Kamen Rider Wizard X Fourze: Movie War Ultimatum, a Crossover between Wizard and Fourze?????

- I love the wizard opening so much

- OH SHIT! MASQUERADES AND DUSTARDS! Rinko can actually do something in a fight now

- wizard fight sequences as so FUCKING cool

- his big steppy

- the akumeizers are cool as hell. I like that theyre big demons and they use fencing rapiers

- they're fucking Mario & Luigi bros attacking him!!!

- man just set down some torches and the monsters will stop spawning.

- UH OH! THEY FELL ONTO THE UNDERWORLD!

- woah...

- they're all in different dreams.... or are they all in one! oh they're all in one

- what is going on?? More Zodiarts!!!

- DAWG WHAT????

- SHES JUST A FULL MAGICAL GIRL!!!

- I fear this is old tokusatsu I am unaware of. or they just pulled their character out of nowhere for funsies. wouldn't put it past them

- what is with Kamen Rider movies and introducing female characters who primarily use their legs. like I can count so many women antagonists that have been introduced that just kick people. although to be fair Poitrine is a hero? I think? what the hell

- SHE TURNED THEM KNTO A MARKERTABLE PLUSHIE!!!!! WHAT THE FUCKK!!!!

- did it just time loop him???? the dream just time looped him!!!!

- oh they're trapped in the dream.... uh oh

- god I love Haruto. runs up to two civilians and then hit the craziest fucking backflips in his life

- is Poitrine keeping them trapped?

- oh the crowd does not like the green suit.

- oh Weather Dopant is here hell yeah

- AND THE CROWD GOES MILD!!!!

- oh she knows it's not real doesn't she.... poor girlypop

- oh they're using her powers to create more monsters ... OH WAIT

- THE MONSTERS THAT COME OUT OF THE PORTALS ARE THE SAME

- WHAT THE FUCK, SHE MARRIED HIM???

- Haruto is the master of unnecessary flips

- this is what happens in semester 3 of persona 5

- damn rinko did not hesitate.

- Poitrine. Lock in.

- THEY DUAL TRANSFORMATION!!! I Love THEM

- me and Haruto had the same reaction. what the fuck did she just say.

- oh so many kicks and cartwheels. and flips

- I love them working together. we stan

- I hope she turns this guy into a plushie. it would go so hard

- Big Bird, time to meet Big Dragon.

- I hope the dragon turns into a big shoe again

- FUCK YEAH!!! BIG DRAGON SHOE!!!?

- the fucking bros attack

- DAMN WHAT are those attacks doing to Haruto...

- NOOOOOOO girliepop is down

- the opps have appeared

- wuh oh. time for the real crossover

- FOURZE GANG!!!! WHERE THE HELL DID THEY COME FROM!!!

- why does Nadeshko fight like a guilty gear character. she's got Testament's jump kick

- oooh magic ring :)

- THE BOYS! ARE BACK!!!!

- oh I missed Meteor's stupid fucking beyblade move

- DAMN! NADESHKO KICKED HIS ASS!

- hell yeah! Double Drill Kick!!!

- they just got a big truck

- what in the Mad Mad is this

- there's been a lot of leg shots this film.

- GO MY KAMEN RIDERS!!!

- like wtf??? so much thigh shots for no reason at all

- man get Rinko back in the fight. she her gun works in these guys

- dude none of these riders would've shown up if Koyomi wasn't constantly leaving herself exposed LMAO

- :O Thier fucking ghosts

- FIRE EMBLEM ENGAGE!!!!

- MORE DOUBLE CONTENT! WOOHOO!

- Accel is cool too I guess. just kidding LETS FUCKING GO ACCEL!!!!

- I did Not Watch OOO. they're pretty cool I guess

- HE GOT ALL THEIR BIKES LMAOOOO

- now it really is Mad Max

- get the girliepop back in

- Nadeshko rising on Accel Lmaoooo get OFF there that seat is for his WIFE

- man I miss the big double car

- Birth was that really worth it

- OH THE MEDLEY OF ALL THEIR THEMES I LOVE ITTTT

- accel get the fuck up

- damn this truck is TOUGH

- the boys have arrived.

- AAAAA they fight so well together!!!

- they're both so cool and they fight so well together. their synergy goes so hard

- AAAAH the sacrifices!!! Xatan my poor boy.

- OH the point blank dragon

- and now they're hell

- oh my got it was a decepticon the whole time

- fusion!!! I love this power

- THIS IS THE LAST IF MY POWER!!!

- hell yes. hell yes. hell yes. hell yes.

- that whole thing was sick as fuck.

- OOOOH THOSE ARE THE KIDS WHO WERE PSYCHIC IN GENTARO'S CLASS!!!! took me a minute but I got it :)

- holy shit it was the owner the whole time

- hell yes

- the Kamen Rider Club are all so cute together

- I fucking love the bootstrap paradox

- HOLY SHIT ITS ALL ONE LOOP

-oooh new Kamen Rider :)

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miraculouscontent · 3 years ago

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Marinette was officially done with Hawk Moth interfering in her life. She could take him interrupting school, or her time out with friends (which had become increasingly awkward as of late anyway), or even her moments of being bogged down with projects.

But interrupting her one-on-one time with Luka? First their movie date and now their moment of getting ice cream together? Absolutely not.

As far as she was concerned, this meant war. If Hawk Moth wanted to shove himself into her life like a nosy busybody who couldn’t go five seconds without trying to take away her means of happiness, then fine.

Two could play at that game, and she was feeling petty enough to make the next move. She’d had to mull over the subject for a while to figure anything out, not to stop him for good exactly, but at least put an annoying dent in his plans, much like he always did with her.

She had an idea by evening, and got to put it into action right after school. She was saying good-bye to a few of her friends, and had hopped onto the back of Luka’s bike afterwards, her hands carefully on his waist while he rode off along the sidewalk.

A flicker of black and purple caught her eye, and instead of the usual dread or panic, she grinned to herself.

“Luka! Stop!”

He stiffened, but obeyed, putting full force on the brakes and screeching the bike to a sudden halt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in concern.

Hurriedly getting off the bike, she took off her helmet and handed it to him. “I’m sorry, will you wait here for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be right back!”

Knowing she had to be quick, she didn’t wait for him to reply. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to place a long, meaningful kiss on his cheek.

If he had prepared a reply, the kiss stopped it, and she ran off to the nearest hiding place while he stared blankly ahead at nothing.

After ducking into an alley and taking a quick look around to ensure it was safe, Marinette opened her purse to let out Tikki, as well with the other kwami necessary for her plans: Kaalki.

“Let’s do this!”

— — — — —

Soon after Pegabug had entered the scene, giving chase to the akuma, Chat Noir wasn’t far behind. Part of her questioned how he’d gotten there so soon, but she squashed the thought just as quickly as it’d come so as to not dwell on the potential identity questions.

“Love the new look, m’lady. What’s the occasion?” he asked in his usual flirtatious tone. “Or did you dress up just for me?”

“Not now, Chat,” she replied shortly, adjusting her sunglasses as she neared the butterfly in question. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Of course! Anything.”

“When I give the command, grab the akuma.”

“I—” He blanked. “Grab it?”

“I’ll explain later,” she assured. Squinting at the butterfly, which seemed to be on a straight path, she felt the moment hit like the epiphany of her Lucky Charm. “Now!”

Slightly panicked, but not asking anything more, Chat Noir sped forward. He dropped to all fours to pick up speed, then leapt for the butterfly. In a swift motion, he trapped the akuma between his hands, and Pegabug reeled her hand back as she felt the charge of her power.

“Voyage!”

The portal launched from her hands, manifesting right in front of Chat Noir. He went through and she followed behind him.

On the side of the portal, she landed politely on her feet while he crashed onto the floor, though he managed to keep the akuma contained in his hands.

A startled Wang Cheng stood up from his chair, looking between the two in surprise, but he calmed himself soon after. “It is time?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, walking over and helping Chat up due to his inability to use his hands.

He shook himself of the impact, then glanced at Wang, Pegabug, and finally the night sky out the window. “M’lady, if he means time to explain why you catapulted us to China, then I’m all ears.” His fake cat ears twitched in emphasis.

“Not exactly, but we can do that too,” she assured. Closing her eyes, she whispered a quick, “Kaalki, divide,” to allow the horse part of her transformation to drop. Pulling out her yoyo to grab a treat, she offered it to Kaalki to let her recharge before addressing the issue properly.

“Chat, you remember Wang,” she stated, walking alongside Wang as they traversed the rooms of the house. Hearing Chat’s footsteps behind her, she continued, “We saved him after he was akumatized into Kung Food.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Chat confirmed, still just as puzzled as before.

“Well, he’s the only one I know who’s out of the country.” She grinned slyly. “And out of Hawk Moth’s radius.”

Chat tilted his head. “Radius?”

Ladybug waited to answer until she saw the little habitat that had been set up, exactly as she’d asked for. Wang opened it for her and stepped aside, then gestured to it, which gave Chat enough of a hint to approach and outstretch his arms so they were inside the mini enclosure.

He hesitated, but released the akuma and recoiled quick enough for Ladybug to snap the habitat shut, thus sealing the butterfly inside.

“The butterfly miraculous has limits,” she explained, pointing to the trapped akuma, “and this is one of them. Hawk Moth can’t sense or do anything with this akuma from this distance, and he’s only allowed one at a time.”

“Meaning...?”

“Meaning that he can’t make another until this one breathes its last breath.” She tossed a grateful smile Wang’s way. “So please take good care of it, sir.”

Wang bowed his head in respect. Chat, meanwhile, was gaping.

“Wait, so that means—?”

“It might not be long,” she admitted, “because we don’t know how old this butterfly is, but—” She raised a finger as she made her point. “—as long as it lives and kept in that habitat, he can’t akumatize anyone.”

With a confident walk, she made her way back to the room they’d originally come from.

Chat, still in a state of shock, followed after and kept pace with her. “What about sentimonsters?”

Ladybug shrugged. “Mayura can still send them if she wants, but it’ll go just as badly.”

“Why?”

“For one, sentimonsters follow the orders of the one with the object, and no akuma means that Hawk Moth doesn’t have any control. For two, if I can teleport the feather away before Mayura can de-power it herself, then she’s stuck with no sentimonster for even longer than the akuma. Feathers take a few months to wear out, and I think they know that. Once they realize the risks, I don’t think we’ll be seeing any sentimonsters all by themselves.”

Stopping at the spot where she’d made the portal originally, she tossed a smile Kaalki’s way and outstretched her hands accordingly, calling upon her transformation once again with, “Tikki, Kaalki, unify!”

Chat didn’t even flinch at the flash of light, staring at the floor instead as he scratched his head. “But—uh—” He paused, needing a moment to come up with more questions. “what if Mayura makes her own sentimonster again?”

“Then I’m sending it to the moon,” she answered nonchalantly. “If they want to waste my time like this, then I’m not messing around anymore. Either they come fight me themselves or I’m keeping every akuma and feather I can here, where they can’t do anything with them.”

He opened his mouth, perhaps to throw out another argument, but she’s stumped him. His lips pursed as he seemed deep in thought, which evolved into a pout as he asked, “So, I guess we won’t be spending as much time together?”

“What?” Pegabug raised a brow, thrown off by that being his concern.

“A-ah—” He seemed to catch himself, waving his hands in defense. “Nothing, m’lady! You’re a genius, as always, and we still have patrols!”

“...Thanks,” she said neutrally, her mind on anything but him even as he tried to flirt.

After all, there was someone waiting for her back in Paris.

— — — — —

“Luka!”

Marinette beamed in both gratefulness and relief as she saw Luka still in the same spot as before, and even in the same position as well. She ran up to him, grabbing his shoulder again with one hand while she took her helmet back with the other.

She kissed his cheek again, a little more lightly than before but with just as much affection. The contact seemed to bring him back to life, his smile returning to his face as he settled his hands back on the bike’s handles.

“Did everything work out alright?” he asked.

“Mhm. I was just—” She paused, a lie almost reflexively coming out of her mouth before she settled on the closest thing to the truth she could, deciding that he deserved as much. “—taking care of something. Hopefully it works out.”

“Knowing you, I bet it will,” he assured with a fond look.

She beamed at him and put her helmet back on, settling herself behind him on his bike so her hands could rest on his waist again. She heard the ‘clink’ of the kickstand as Luka nudged it up with his heel, and then they were off again.

Happy thoughts of Hawk Moth screaming in his lair as he discovered her plan slowly transitioned into blissful imaginings of all the uninterrupted dates she could go on now. Out of sight, out of mind, just as Hawk Moth deserved to be.

#MC's Writing #writing: story #category: trash #episode: Truth #((A theory I've had on akuma following the trend of ''Startrain''))#((Pettinette still lives on.))#((And in other news Shadow Moth can go shove it.))#Lukanette #Pro LukaMari #((by the way))#((I know he's Shadow Moth now but that doesn't get revealed to them until Truth (the akuma; not the episode) happens.))#((So he's referred to as ''Hawk Moth.''))#((and Ladybug and Chat think that Mayura is still a thing.))#((I had a few alternate paths for this but this seemed like the most fun.))#((AND I got to give Marinette's great-uncle an actual ROLE!))

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impyssadobsessions · 3 years ago

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“Sorry.. about your jacket..” Danny apologized as he leaned against the wall, spitting leftover vomit from his mouth to the ground. Well, there went his lunch... breakfast? “Don't worry about it.” Jason was using his jacket to wipe off the vomit from his suit. It wasn't the worse thing he had on his jacket. Though, the glow of it raised some concerns. “He has ten more just like it-” Dick dodged the jacket as smacked against the wall.

Danny panted, he felt like he was suffocating. Which he found astounding because he randomly forgets to breath on the daily. His stomach was in knots, as he could barely keep his head up. He could have sworn he got hit by a car instead, if it wasn't for how slimy his skin felt. “We need to get this shit off. I can't imagine how Danny feels, but my skin feels like its melting.” Jason had a migraine settling in, he couldn't smell anymore, but that didn't mean his nostrils and airways weren't burning. He hated not being able to breath. “There's a kitchen on the 9th floor.” Tim stated on the comms. “I don't think we could make it that far up the stairs.” Dick frowned, glancing at Danny and Jason. They needed to hurry whatever they did. Danny's skin was starting to ooze and Jason's skin was flaking and extremely red. “Why not grapple up? That's what we-” An ecto-beam was heard being fired. ===== >wo ==== “Oh and here I was thinking you took the elevator.” Plasmius shot another blast at the two vigilantes making them dive out the way. Elevator? Oh right, he would need one to carry equipment up the floors if ghosts weren't phasing it. Maybe Danny and Jay could get some use out of it. “Hey, Plasmius feels like static when he's near by. He'll do anything to get an advantage.” Dick warned over the comm.

Static. Cass and Tim both strike at the first tingle in the air, causing an invisible duplicate to dissolve into goo. This was going to be- Tim felt a yank on his cape, pulling him through layers of floors until he was smacked into the ground. Before he could retaliate, his cape was dragged back up into the ceiling, choking him as Plasmius laughed. Tim didn't look at where he was shooting, using the angle his cape was being pulled to aim his shot at Plasmius. He could hear a snarl and his cape didn't lift any higher. Unfortunately, he wasn't dropped back down either. He was stuck. Tim kept one hand on his collar and the other was pointing the gun at his cape. He shot at it, causing the cape to rip off and allowing him to land on the ground with a roll. He rubbed his neck, now staring up at the ceiling with a piece of his cape hanging. He was starting to understand why Jason and Dick might have stopped using capes. He also forgot phasing was a thing. He'll have to keep that in mind. Either way, he better keep moving. He hated the idea of fighting Plasmius and his duplicates alone. “He's going to try to fight us all one by one,” Tim pointed out over the com, “He just sent me down a few floors-Uh oh...” Plasmius filled the hallway in front of him with duplicates. “Uh oh indeed.” Tim hated being right sometimes. === w u w ==== Cass tried to reach for Tim, but her hand went right through him. Barely dodging a beam, she flipped forward as it scorched the place where Tim was dragged through the floor. “I wondered if he had a nice trip?” Plasmius chuckled looking smug as he floated in place. Cassandra glaring up at Plasmius, readying her staff for an attack. “Too bad you won't get to know.” Cass felt the hair on her neck stand up, without turning, she stabbed the staff backwards into duplicate stomach, causing it to dissolve. She flipped the staff, slamming it into the ground to propel herself towards the smug looking Plasmius that floated in front of her. She smacked down the staff at the duplicate, however Plasmius countered with a shield shoving her back as it shattered. Cass flipped back, but was caught in the air by her arm. Quickly she pulled out the ecto-gun, blasting at the invisible figure before she could be pulled into the ceiling. Cassandra landed on the ground, and immediately returned to her fighting stance with a spin of her ectoplasmic staff. Plasmius started to fill the hall on both sides of her. “Oh, bravo. Almost impressive. Now, let's see how you deal with an army? Hm?” Plasmius's laughter echoed as all the duplicates laughed, preparing their ecto-beams. Cass lifted her hand up, twitching her fingers towards her, as a way of saying 'Bring it.' === O o O ==== Damian hated this guy. So much. All he was doing was cackling to himself, sipping from a wine glass. Where did he even get that?! “I could almost call this entertaining if it had happened any other night.” Plasmius hummed as he watched the screens of the monitors. “Ah, I should have dragged Little Badger up here to watch. He'll just have to settle with seeing their corpse along side his parents.” Jazz clenched her fist, shaking a bit in anger. She turned her head to glance at Damian, who matched her gaze with an annoyed look of his own. They had to do something, they couldn't just wait there the entire time. They glanced around the room, taking in what they could. Whatever they did, they couldn't draw too much attention. Jazz didn't have anything to fight with, making herself a prime hostage target. Damian didn't want to save her butt again. “Oh Butterscotch pie! Just die already!” Plasmius growled as he glared at the screens. Jazz nudged Damian spotting a vent in the corner, its cover was already blown off. They could use it as an escape route. Now how to distract Plasmius. She could unplug the monitors, but that might just alert Plasmius of their presence. Damian already devised his own plan, taking out the lipstick again, so he could aim without the gun being seen through the spaces between the monitors. He aimed for the

eyes, planning to temporarily blind Plasmius. He fired. One. “ARGH! What in red velvet!?” Plasmius covered his eye, dropping the wine glass with a growl. Jazz was a bit taken aback, but matched Damian's side gaze again. Getting an understanding. She yanked out the power cord on her way out from behind the monitors, running. Plasmius turned to attack her, only to be shot in the other eye. He howled, hands pressing against his eyes in pain. Damian ran out from behind the monitors, shooting a few more times at Plasmius before climbing into the vent. === u3u === Dick gritted his teeth as he heard the commotion over the comms. Jason was shifting Danny to help, half-carry him. Since Danny was being stubborn about being able to walk. “Go on, I got Danny.” “But-” “The quicker we defeat that bastard, the better off we be.” Dick reluctantly nodded, glancing over Danny one more time. Danny gave a thumbs up, “As long as I'm not dead, I'm fine.” “That's not a good measurement of health.” “Subjective.” Danny coughed. Dick shook his head, “Call if you need help.” “Fly away will ya?” Jason just shooing him with his hand. Dick nodded one more time than ran off in the direction of the stairs, hoping to make it up to one of them in time. “I really am.. fine you know.” Danny wheezed, leaning on Jason for support as he stood. “Yeah, Yeah. Come on, let's fine the elevator.” Jason walking Danny on his side that was free of vomit. Though now slime from Danny's skin was soaking in. “Serious, I've been worse.” “That doesn't make any of this better.” Jason gruff, as he pulled Danny along. Silence fell between theme, making Jason's stomach twist in knots. Maybe he said something wrong. Or maybe it came out wrong. Jason couldn't really tell his tone, he was barely keeping his thoughts straight. Or maybe it was the repellent. “I wonder if this is how my clones felt.” Definitely was the repellent. “Don't know, can't ask them.” “Yea.. it be kind of rude...” Danny mumbled. Jason raised a brow, as he tried to think about that. He hissed as it made his migraine worse, yeah, he'll just drop it. Danny's head probably isn't doing as good either. === uwu === Cass was taking down every duplicate that got close to her. Using her staff like a fan blade to knock several out at once, following it up by shooting with the ecto-gun. If she kept the staff moving, Plasmius couldn't get close enough to touch her. It deflected a few beams too. She needed to make it to the others. Even though she was confident she could defeat all of duplicates on her own, she was afraid of leaving the others alone too long. Danny and Jason needed to find a source of water too. Only known one with easy access was on this floor. Kitchen wasn't the only thing they found either. There was a few freezers and a couple of greenhouse rooms. One with strange plants. Cass smack down on a duplicate's hand that rose up through the floor, propelling herself with the staff to fly over a few of the duplicates' heads. She quickly spun around her staff after landing to clear the way. No matter how many she cleared, more seemed to appear. How long can he keep this up? She wasn't going to test it, as she bolted down the hall. She smacked duplicates out of the way while she dodged the beams. She kicked off the walls and used her staff to help her stay mobile. Sliding under floating figures then rolling back in a sprint. Cass made one mistake, and one was all it took. While attacking a duplicate in front of her after kicking off the wall, she left herself open as more appeared around her, firing. === ouo === “Danny, what does that say?” Jason peered at a sign, he felt like he could somewhat read it. It was next to a cut out in the wall. “Gimmie.. moment.” Danny rubbed his eyes, then had to wipe them again with his shirt. He squinted his eyes at the words. His eyes kept blurring the words, he wonder if he could. Pain. But he could read it for a short moment. Then groaned as he hung his head. His eyes burned. Using even his ghostly sight was starting to cause

problems. Jason kept a tight hold on Danny, furrowing his brows. He saw Danny's eyes flash green for a moment. He waited before opening his mouth to speak- only for Danny to cut him off first. “Fine.. fine.. it said elevator. So.. this should be.. it.” Danny sooooo wanted to dunk Vlad in a vat of the repellent. Jason kicked at the wall to see if it did anything, nothing. He huffed, dragging Danny to the opposite wall, sitting him down. “Gotta sit your ghoulish ass down for a moment.” Danny snorted, as he slid down the wall, to sit on the ground. Jason turned to peek around the wall, there was a hallway between the sign and the cutout. So maybe the entrance was to the other side. Tapping on the walls to try and find a door. Bingo. It wasn't an easy find as the door seem to shut upward, instead of to the side. He didn't see a button, but he did find a keyhole. Pulling out his own lock pick he got to work. Despite all the advance science having electronic keys was not in Vlad's budget. Perhaps they malfunctioned with ghost tech? Eh, didn't matter. Jason was just glad he didn't have to lug a half-dead... er? Teen up the stairs. He grinned as the door opened, revealing a large elevator. === ewe ==== Tim wasn't having an easier time, but he still was taking down the duplicates in succession. He was really starting to get annoyed though, wishing he took the bazooka instead. It would have cleared out the hall a lot faster. Tim ducked a blast aimed for his head and shot one back. Quickly shooting at his feet, to avoid being yanked again. He was trying to think, while wrapping his cape around his arm to keep it from being used against him. Shooting with the other as he kept moving. Plasmius could fly, phase through walls, duplicate in massive proportions, shoot ecto-beams, turn invisible, and be a pompous creep. How could he use that to his advantage. What did Danny do? So far all he got from watching Danny was that he was good at rodeo- Bat-a-rangs.. He wondered. They didn't hurt the moose-wolf or the catfish too badly. So he couldn't use it as a weapon, but maybe. Tim took out the bat-a-rangs covered in ghost ice, holding them like brass knuckles. He ran towards the duplicates, weaving side to side. He was waiting to get close to one-perfect. One popped up near his feet. He smashed his knuckles down into Plasmius, being phased through the floor with the duplicate. Letting go of the bat-a-rangs, he took out his ecto-gun and shot the duplicate, making it howl and dissolve. He quickly took the bat-a-rangs and ran while they other duplicates phase through the ceiling trying to catch him, firing pink ecto-beams. Tim weaved and dodge out of the blasts, he only shot behind him blindly. He was focused on running. Which after today, if he did not have thighs like Dick's, he doesn't think he ever will. He skidded as Plasmius flew in front of him, Tim took aim and fired. Only for the ecto-gun to be blasted out of his hands by one from the ceiling. Damn that burned. He had to move. Tim dodge rolled out of range of another blast, taking out another blaster. He fired wildly at all the duplicates. “You really an annoying rat, aren't you?” Tim turned to blast behind him, only to be punched in the face by a pink glowing fist. It sent him flying across the floor. Owowowoowow.. Tim pushed himself back up, applying a little pressure to his jaw with his arm. His mouth was bleeding a bit. He glared up at Plasmius who surrounded him with duplicates. The half-ghost's fist glowed as he charged up a beam. Tim felt his limbs be held in place, making it impossible to move as duplicates revealed themselves. This wasn't good. “Sit tight and relax, this will only hurt.. a lot.” Plasmius cackled aiming his fist at Tim. A green beam shot through, piercing the duplicate's cheek causing the Plasmius to dissolve. Several beams of green followed suit, freeing Tim to take out the last two duplicates that held him. Dick ran up, helping Tim to his feet, panting. “Not too late am I?” “Maybe to save my molars.” Tim rubbed his face, returning

to an alert stance. He was so glad Dick was there. Especially as more duplicates surrounded them. Dick whipped out his escrima sticks, spinning them. “Ready for round 2?” Dick grinned. “Ah tatatata.. Not so fast. After all, you wouldn't shoot an ally?” Plasmius flew down from the ceiling, restraining Cass in his arms. She gritted her teeth, kicking and struggling, trying to free herself. Only for Plasmius to send a small shock to her, causing her to writhe in pain. “Orphan!” Dick and Tim glared with clenched teeth. “You see brats, I don't have time to waste on exterminating pests tonight. I'm so close to FINALLY having what I want, and I won't let ANYONE stand in my way.” “What is that? Killing Danny's parents, kidnapping him and his sister? Causing mayhem across the country?” “A family.. and power. You see, once ghosts are known then ghost tech will be in high demand and my business partner you see.. have so much to gain. I don't even think Lex Luther could compete.” Plasmius tossed Cass's body towards them. Her body pulsed and shook, from the shocks, as she struggled to get up. Tim crouching beside her as Dick kept ready to defend them. Plasmius filled both sides of the hall with duplicates, all powering up their ectobeams. They were going to vaporize them on the spot. “Farewell, heroes.” Plasmius laughed manically as they all prepared to fire.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #batman crossover #batfam #dc crossover #vlad plasmius #jazz fenton #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #cassandra cain #tim drake #vacation crashers #fanfic #batfamily #batman

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years ago

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Devil May Cry: Unexpected Ties Part 2

Apparently I’m turning this into my new stress relief project?? So thanks for the reaction to the first part! I’ll plan to keep adding parts to this AU :) You can find part 1 here!

Dante watched Nero carefully the next day.

The boy did not appear to tell anyone about his new, mysterious playmate. He did, however, keep looking around as if hoping Dante would show up again.

But for all his loneliness, he seemed cared for. Dante peered through the windows of the home he seemed to live in, and the couple that appeared to have taken on the role of his guardians treated him no different than they treated the other two children in the home.

Still, Nero spoke the least throughout their dinner. When the couple came in to put the children down for bed, Nero had already tucked himself in and was pretending to sleep. Dante was unsurprised when the boy spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, finally giving up on sleep and sitting by the window, using the light of the full moon to read a book while the other two children slept.

Dante had watched him until he fell asleep, cheek resting against the window and book dropping into his lap. Maybe he’d been given a house, but it clearly didn’t feel like a home to him.

In the morning, the couple took the children for another service, dressed in their robes. The little girl seemed determined to force Nero into conversation.

Dante slipped into the service, hiding himself at the back of the crowd. The girl had to constantly remind Nero to pay attention and follow the ritual actions the others enacted automatically.

Dante nearly smiled. Not very devoted to his lineage, that boy.

He followed Nero throughout his, admittedly boring, day. The kid was mostly towed around by adults, taken to services or classes. Other children avoided Nero, as if sensing he was different. He pretended he wasn’t bothered by it, but he got the same tight-lipped, frustrated expression as his father from time to time.

The only one who offered to play with him was the little girl. Dante learned her name was Kyrie, and that she brushed aside Nero’s mean remarks with the ease of a pro.

“Let me practice my new song,” the girl said now as the two walked back from class together. The older boy, Kyrie’s brother, from what Dante had gathered, usually walked with them. But he’d been taken for some kind of training, so the two children were walking home alone this time.

“Nah. I wish you could hit a note as well as you hit me,” Nero said, scowling when she smacked him in the shoulder.

“They want me to join the chorus!” she said.

“One more reason for me not to go to those dumb services,” Nero said, then cut his gaze to the side in a way that prefaced he was about to temporarily drop the jerk act. “Guess you worked hard for it, though. Gotta work harder to hit a note.”

She was beaming proudly at him despite his fumbled congratulations, evidently able to ignore his delivery and take just the meaning to heart. “Next week is my first performance with them. You’ll pay attention?”

“Do I gotta choice?” Nero said, but his lips were twitching towards a smile. “Uh-huh, sure, I’ll pay attention. But just the first time.”

She slung her arm around his shoulders and gave him a bright smile. “I’ll get all the words right. You’ll see.”

Nero gave up and smiled back. His genuine smile transformed his whole face, making him look so much softer. “I know you will.”

She stopped at the end of the street, hugging him tightly before pulling away. “I’m gonna go practice. I just wanted to make sure you got back safe. I’ll see ya at dinner, Nero!”

She waved and jogged off. Nero seemed surprised at her words, looking between her and the house. Alone, he smiled.

But then he looked back at the house and the smile slowly faded. Rather than walk towards it, he turned and walked down a side street.

He dug something out of his bag. Dante had to shift on the roof to make out headphones and a CD player.

Nero put the headphones on and settled himself on a crate, leaning back against the wall as he listened to music. He looked back towards the house, his eyes watering. But he wiped the tears away hastily with the sleeve of his robe, a stubborn expression crossing over his face until he’d successfully fought back the tears.

Dante climbed down to the street and pretended to be passing by. He saw Nero spot him, eyes widening, shifting just enough that his foot knocked into the crate.

Dante turned at the sound, feigning surprise. Nero pulled his headphones down, hanging them around his neck.

“Ah, damn. My dignity is still bruised. I was hoping to avoid you while it recovered,” Dante said.

“I don’t have the ball,” Nero said, looking helplessly at his bare hands.

“Well, I was heading to find dinner.” Dante moved forward and sat in front of the crate. “Know any good places?”

“Around here?” Nero made a face.

Dante sighed dramatically. “Dammit.”

“Um-” Nero snapped his mouth shut. Dante gestured at him to say whatever was on his mind. “It’s just- you shouldn’t- I guess adults can swear, though.” He jerked his thumb in the vague direction of the house. “My friend’s mom doesn’t like it if we say swears.”

“What about your mom?” Dante asked casually.

He’d been well aware he was purposefully prying, but he still wanted to kick himself for the heartbreaking expression the question put on Nero’s face.

“Don’t have a mom,” he mumbled. “I live with my friend’s family.”

“No parents?” Dante asked, softer this time.

Nero shook his head. “No. I…don’t know why they didn’t want me.”

His voice was small when he said it. He sounded close to tears again.

But then he cleared his throat before Dante could speak. “It doesn’t matter. The Order takes care of its own.”

“How good of them,” Dante said. He smiled up at Nero, letting some of the sorrow he felt over the loss of his parents into the expression. “I don’t have parents, either. I think I turned out alright. I think you will, too.”

Nero’s head jerked up at that. He searched Dante’s eyes, as if expecting Dante to laugh in his face for daring to believe such a statement.

Dante shifted next to the crate, his head next to Nero’s shoulder. “Cool music. Turn it up?”

Nero nodded and turned the music up so they could both hear it. Nero pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging them.

“I thought you were gonna go get dinner,” he said.

“If there are no good pizza joints around here, it can wait. I’ll take good music over bad food,” Dante said.

Nero held his CD player out. “You can pick the next song. But I only have one CD with me right now.”

Dante took the player. “Better bring more next time. This is catchy as hell, but I like variety. You bring the music, I’ll bring the pizza?”

Nero’s eyes lit up at the assurance of a next time. “Uh-huh. I’ll bring my best CDs!”

Dante held up a fist. Nero stared at it in confusion.

“Make a fist,” Dante instructed.

Nero made a fist. Dante took his wrist and brought it forward so that their fists smacked together.

Don’t worry, Vergil. I’ll make sure your son learns the important things in life, like a fist-bump and the importance of good pizza, Dante thought, grinning at Nero.

The two sat in comfortable silence, just listening to Nero’s music together. Dante was already making plans for their next encounter, surprised at how desperate he was to put that genuine smile back on Nero’s face.

#devil may cry #Nero Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc nero #dmc dante #DMC #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc fanfiction #dmc unexpected ties #My writing

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tsuki-chibi · 3 years ago

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Post-Reveal Revelry Day 26: Surface

Read them all on AO3

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“Ice skating? Really? Manon does know how cold it is out here, right?” Alya’s breath formed little white puffs in front of her mouth with each word she spoke.

“I know, I know. It was either this or sledding,” Marinette said, wrapping her arms around herself and shivering. “The thought of slipping off a sled into an ice cold snow bank was the only thing that made me pick ice skating instead, believe me.”

Alya contemplated that for a moment before nodding. “You know what, on second thought ice skating isn’t so bad. Come on.”

“Come on?” Marinette repeated. “Uh, I wasn’t planning to skate. I was just going to watch.”

“No way! We’ll be warmer skating, and you know Manon will want you on the ice.” Alya grabbed Marinette’s arm and dragged her over to where they were renting ice skates. Marinette sighed but got into line, recognizing that Alya was right. Manon had never been one to let Marinette stand on the sidelines when she could pull Marinette right into the thick of things.

In short order, she and Alya both had skates and were stepping gingerly onto the ice. Marinette was a little nervous. Skating outside on a frozen pond was totally different from skating inside where there was a wall she could lean against if she needed to. And of course, this time there were no cute boys around to hold her hand so that she didn’t fall.

Alya seemed to know what she was thinking. She smirked at Marinette. “I bet if you called your dashing kitty, he’d come sweep you in circles,” she teased.

Marinette blushed. “Shut up. Adrien is busy today,” she said.

“I guess you’ll have to settle for me,” Alya said, laughing, and held her hands out. Marinette grabbed on and let Alya tow her forward.

“Marinette!” Manon called excitedly. She was a little whiz on skates, flying across the ice as confidently as though she was running on pavement instead of an extremely slippery surface. Marinette envied her. She wondered at what age little kids lost that fearless ability to never be worried about getting hurt.

“Wow Manon. You’re really good!” Alya praised her, and Manon beamed.

“I’ve been taking lessons! My teacher says I’m a natural,” she boasted, skating a circle around Marinette and Alya.

“You really are,” Alya said, looking impressed. “Hey, why don’t you see how fast it takes you to skate around the whole pond?”

Manon’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! Time me!”

“Alya, are you sure that’s safe?” Marinette hissed. She wobbled as Alya let go of her.

Alya raised an eyebrow as she took her phone out of her pocket to start the timer. “She’s not hurting anyone, Marinette. Manon is old enough to know to be careful. Besides, unless you’re planning to transform using Stalac Tikki, I don’t see how either you or I is going to keep up with her anyway. We might as well keep her preoccupied doing races and try to tire her out.”

“Is that what you do with the twins?” Marinette said dryly.

“Yeah, although it hasn’t worked yet. I always seem to run out of energy way before they do,” Alya said sadly.

“I know the feeling. If I had even a quarter of Manon’s energy, Hawkmoth wouldn’t know what hit him.” Marinette exhaled and looked around, deciding that Alya was right. Manon was keeping well enough away from any of the other skaters, and she was easy to keep track of with the bright red jacket that she was wearing. Plus, even from a distance, Manon looked like she was having a blast skating as fast as she could.

“Right? That fight would’ve been over long ago.” Alya put her phone back in her pocket. “Let’s go. We should at least try to skate around once without falling.”

“Easier said than done,” Marinette muttered. “Just – go slow, okay?”

“Fine, so long as you realize Manon is going to loop us like ten times.”

“Story of my life, Alya. Story of my life.”

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #manon chamack #post-reveal #postreveal2022 #post-reveal revelry

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 3 years ago

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Lucky Charm: Reflekdoll

Summary: Adrien struggles to adapt to his powers as Mister Bug while facing an old villain with a new trick. Will he be able to learn fast enough to save his partner?

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"Reflektas, start turning the rest of Paris into me!"

Adrien hid behind the overturned car as Reflekta's clones started attacking untransformed civilians. Apparently, Reflekdoll broadcast a signal that brainwashed any copies. "That's new."

"You are Chat Noir, correct?"

Turning, he spotted a red kwami holding a pair of earrings. "Yeah? And that over there is... Ladybug?" Adrien asked as someone who could only be his Lady launched herself at the giant sentimonster. The suit may have been different but the cat ears were a dead giveaway.

"There's been a little mix up with the Miraculous. I'm Tikki, pleased to meet you!" Tikki offered Adrien the earrings which he accepted.

"Well! Tikki, transforme-moi!"

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Marinette dodged blast after blast from Reflekdoll.

"Well, my Lady Noire, looks like you're playing the easy part today!"

Lady Noire looked over to see who could only be Chat Noir with her Miraculous. "Not so sure about that!" Placing herself in front of him Lady Noir whirled her staff as a shield, blocking Reflekdoll's beam. "Looks like we'll be taking on two opponents that amplify each other's powers!"

They jumped onto the top of a nearby stone pillar as Reflekdoll attacked again.

"Stay focused, Mister Bug!"

Mister Bug took his yo-yo out and whirled it like he'd seen Ladybug do countless times. "Just my luck. I'm gonna have to capture two akuma instead of one."

"No, one akuma and one amok," Lady Noire corrected.

Reflekta fired her beam into one of the ports onboard. The magic layered by Reflekdoll before it shot a concentrated beam. Mister Bug acted on instinct and tackled Lady Noire out of the way. They rolled to their feet and charged up Reflekdoll as Lady Noire explained what a sentimonster was.

"Would've been nice to know what the Peacock could do before their sentimonsters started showing up!" Mister Bug commented as he launched a kick at said sentimonster to little effect.

"It was on a need-to-know basis!" Lady Noire swung her staff into the sentimonster with similar results.

"I really need to talk with the Guardian about what he considers 'need-to-know'!" Mister Bug leapt back towards the ground with Lady Noire. "Okay, so we need to find Reflekta's akumatized object and the baby monster's amok."

Lady Noire deflected another beam from Reflekdoll. "Can you manage or should we switch back?"

"C'mon! I'm totally capable of doin' it!" Mister Bug smirked.

Lady Noire pulled him out of the way of Reflekdoll's beam and they ran towards the Eiffel Tower. "We need to figure out where the akuma and amok are!"

"Probably the same place as the last time we fought her. In her bracelet!"

They jumped onto the tower itself and used the iron structure to shield themselves. "Maybe. We're gonna have to check that!"

"If I could just get my hands on a mirror I'd be able to reflect her own beam back at her!"

Landing on the first level, Lady Noire turned to look at Mister Bug. "That's not how it works." She crossed her arms. "The Lucky Charm doesn't just give you what you want."

"You ever asked? Watch and learn!" Mister Bug grinned. "Lucky Charm!"

"A mirror!" Oh, Adrien was gonna lord this over her so much!

"Beginners luck," Lady Noire declared. Chat Noir was gonna be insufferable about this she could feel it.

"You're just jealous of my mastery!" Mister Bug teased.

A loud banging interrupted them and they looked down to see Reflekdoll climbing the tower. Reflekta steering with one hand and shooting her much smaller lasers through the window eyes with the other.

Mister Bug held out his mirror and reflected one of them back at her. Bullseye!

Reflekdoll shot at them with its big beam.

"Very effective, Mister Bug."

"Hey, it worked didn't it?"

Lady Noire sighed in exasperation. "May I remind you that the Lucky Charm doesn't just give you an object to defeat the villain with-"

"I thought that's exactly what it does?"

"You actually have to figure out exactly how to use it!" Lady Noire poked him in the forehead. "Using your head!"

Reflekdoll reached there level and started firing. Mister Bug jumping for cover while Lady Noire blocked its attack with her staff. "Since you wasted your Lucky Charm. I guess that means it's my turn, buggaboy! Watch and learn! Cataclysm!"

Lady Noire leapt at the sentimonster and-

Her body was pulled out of the way of Reflekdoll's beam just in time. Mister Bug unwinding his yo-yo none too gently. "What was that about using your head? May I remind you that Cataclysm needs a physical medium to work properly! If that sentimonster is made outa magic I doubt it'll do what you want!"

Lady Noire held the Cataclysm as close as she could without actually touching it. "Well, what do you suggest?"

Mister Bug pulled her out of the way of another beam. "Uh... I... Knock her back to ground level while I come up with something?" Adrien smiled with the most conviction he could muster.

Lady Noire groaned. "Think fast!" And rushed out. Dodging Reflekdoll's attack she extended her baton and struck the sentimonster with her full momentum. Reflekdoll crashing back down to earth.

Taking advantage of Lady Noire's distraction Mister Bug glanced around from his high vantage point. Trying to spot anything that would spark an epiphany like Ladybug. "Okay, I admit it!" he cried out, shoulders slumping, "Being Chat Noir is way more fun."

Lady Noire leapt around the sentimonster and struck at its body. The Black Cat giving her a bit more agility than she was used to. Very handy.

Mister Bug added a swing of his yo-yo to one of her attacks. Reflekdoll stumbling with their combined force.

Lady Noire landed beside him. "What have you got?"

"Ah," Mister Bug rubbed the back of his neck. "About that..."

She stared at him. "Seriously!?"

"Well, I'm sorry! Some of us are just slow learn-"

"LOOK OUT!"

Lady Noire didn't think. She just acted. Mister Bug was the only one who could purify the akuma and he needed to keep going. She pushed Mister Bug out of the way as one of Reflekta's clones attacked... Just as Reflekdoll fired its beam.

"My Lady!" Mister Bug cried out.

Lady Noire stood immobile as a Reflekta copy.

"Yes! Now get bug boy's Miraculous!" The original Reflekta ordered.

Springing to life, the Reflekta that used to be Lady Noire aimed her bracelet and fired.

Mister Bug whirled his yo-yo as a shield and leapt to the nearest roof.

"You won't get away from me!" Reflekta called after him as he fled for cover.

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Adrien leaned against the wall of his hiding place. Breathing deeply, heart hammering in his chest. "Okay. It's okay. Ladybug does this all the time! What would Ladybug do? What would Ladybug do?"

The Ladybug earrings beeped insistently.

"This is fine!" Adrien announced as he detransformed.

Tikki falling into Adrien's palms as he fell to his knees.

"This isn't fine! Tikki, I can't do this! I'm no Ladybug! We should've switched back when she said! I-" Adrien's chest constricted and he forced his breath to slow.

"She trusted you enough to keep going," Tikki said weakly.

Her state bringing Adrien out of his head. "You need food."

Tikki hovered closer to his face, looking him in the eye. "No two of my Ladybug's have ever been exactly alike. Some are slower learners than others. I trust you, too."

Adrien looked away, shoulders hunching. "But I messed up."

"Remember Stoneheart?" Tikki prompted. "Ma- Ladybug messed up too. But you still believed in her." She placed a paw on his cheek. "Believe in yourself now."

Adrien's gaze came back to her.

"Don't ask what Ladybug would do. Ask yourself: what would Adrien do?"

Steeling his resolve Adrien nodded, rising to his feet and cupping Tikki in his palms. "First things first," he inched closer to the alleyway's entrance. The overturned car with his stash of Camembert a short sprint away. "Let's get you recharged."

A gaggle of Reflekta clones chased a group of civilians past him. The people hit turning into more copies and standing still until the akuma villain's voice came booming over the city. The new clones springing to life so they could follow her orders.

They lit up in Adrien's mind and his head shot back to the sentimonster in the distance. Its beam lighting up too.

Adrien gazed down at Tikki and grinned. "I've got an idea."

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"Lucky Charm!"

A mirror fell into Mister Bug's hands. "Wow, twice in a row. Lucky me," Adrien deadpanned as he tied it to his arm like a shield using his yo-yo. The plan was a laughably simple two step process.

Step One: Get shot.

"Hey, Reflekta!" he hollered from a rooftop at convenient shooting hight. "Don't you know that pink frills are so last season?"

"Once I turn the whole world into Reflektas it'll be the only season!" She fired into Reflekdoll's port which concentrated her energy into a stronger blast.

Just as planned. Mister Bug braced his feet and held his Lucky Charm directly in front of him. "Here we go!"

The sentimonster fired.

Step Two: Shoot Reflekta with her own sentimonster's magic.

The beam reflected off Mister Bug's mirror and perfectly into the round eye windows. Blasting Reflekta dead center.

Adrien held his position for a moment, peaking past his makeshift shield. Reflekta and Reflekdoll stood still. Waiting for orders from... themselves. The enhanced magic dependent on the sentimonster and by extension whoever was driving it.

"Yes!" Mister Bug raised both fists. "Now just a little pest control and we can all get on with our day!"

Finding and purifying the akuma and amok was easy when he wasn't being shot at. Grabbing Juleka as the sentimonster vanished and setting her down on the ground.

Adrien looked at Mister Bug's reflection in his mirror... "I've always wanted to do this." And tossed his Lucky Charm into the air. "Miraculous Mister Bug!"

As the ladybug's restored Paris he spotted a familiar black suit. Adrien ran for her.

"Mister Bug? What- OOF!" Lady Noire stumbled as her partner barreled into her and tried to squeeze all the air out of her lungs. Once she could breathe Marinette wrapped her arms around him and patted his back. "You did good, little bug."

Adrien just held her for a moment. She was okay. He'd saved her. She was okay.

Then his earrings beeped.

Breaking the hug, Mister Bug jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Ah, we should split."

"Yeah..." Lady Noire readied to extend her baton. "... I think I finally get why you're so protective."

Mister Bug smiled. "And I get why you're so focused all the time."

He offered a fist bump and she accepted. Both heroes leaping in opposite directions.

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"Tikki!" Marinette cradled her friend to her chest.

"Marinette!"

"I can't believe how much Chat trusts me... Knowing you might have to do that again? I don't think I could handle it."

"He's your Chat Noir for a reason, Marinette," Tikki agreed.

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"Fighting by yourself is horrible, Plagg! I don't know how Ladybug does it." Adrien held him tight. Deciding never to let his Miraculous out of his sight again.

"She's got you most of the time, doesn't she? You're supposed to support each other, ain't ya?"

"Yeah. You're right..."

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"... Well, one things for sure, Tikki." Marinette gazed off in the direction Plagg flew towards.

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"She definitely-"

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"He definitely-"

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"-got the short straw."

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Yes, this is technically the last prompt... But it's already written and I'm impatient.

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