#to make our past selves look better

[la-principessa-nuova]

I see this sentiment a lot and I think it’s really important to burst this bubble. Based on my interactions IRL, I think <1% of people overall know about JK Rowling’s transphobia, and of those people, most have never heard anyone bring up any points against the books themselves.

In circles where we know about this stuff, it can feel like anyone who doesn’t know about it must be willfully turning a blind eye, but the truth is, most people were never on Twitter, and most people on Twitter didn’t see her tweets, and they don’t see headlines about her, and they don’t stop and critically re-examine the children’s book they read years ago (if they’re in the minority that ever read them) to look for signs of bigotry.

When I first heard about JK Rowling being transphobic, it was from the first questionable tweet or two, where it seemed like she probably was a bit transphobic but wasn’t actively trying to hurt us. They were frankly much kinder than anything my older relatives had said about trans people.

I knew I was trans at the time, but I was actively trying to suppress it, and so I was not part of any online community of trans people. So I never heard anything about her being transphobic again other than some people online just saying she was transphobic and referring vaguely to tweets without specifying which ones or what they said.

In the time since seeing the first tweet or two, I re-read the series 3 times. That’s how I engaged with it. I wasn’t reading her Twitter and worshipping her, I engaged with the books. And I rewatched the movies, and I watched YouTube videos about alternate timelines and theories. I engaged with the community around the content, so I didn’t hear anything about what the author was up to.

So up until like 6 months ago, I thought this was all just people still hung up on a couple tweets from years ago. It remained my favorite series and I continued to buy Harry Potter things, because she didn’t seem any more transphobic from what I knew than the average person profiting from sales of things I bought.

But then I stopped suppressing my gender and ended up going online and engaging more with the broader online trans community. That is when I realized that it had gotten worse. That was the first time I checked up on it and found out she started saying much worse things, and putting actions behind those words. That was when I realized that money that goes to her is funding a fight to eradicate trans people. And it was only after this that I started hearing the occasional complaint about the content of the books.

So I wish everyone would stop this mentality of, “Everyone must know what I know and therefore if they support someone I know is bad, they must be bad,” BS, because it’s just not true. Maybe people with progressive families and/or social groups might perceive that more people are aware, but from my perspective, I’ve never heard anyone IRL even acknowledge her transphobia. Most people who would be against her if they knew the extent of it probably don’t know, and treating them like they’re just as bad for not knowing is exactly what makes them dig their toes in and take a side against us.

Do NOT pull potential allies into an us vs them and stick them in the them just because nobody told them something, and allow people time to process that something core to their identity is bad. Even if you think it’s dumb that a children’s book series is core to their identity, shut up and give them time to process it because your opinion doesn’t change what it meant to them.

And it’s OK if you liked them before and then started to see issues with them. Pretending you never liked the books doesn’t make your current opinions any more valid. And if you didn’t like them before, can you please focus on combatting the actual xenophobic actions of the author and not just use this as an excuse to pretend every criticism you have about the writing is now objective fact. Because one way to really get potential allies on her side is to give them legitimately bad takes to be against and make her seem like the victim.

We need people on our side, and blaming and alienating people for their lack of knowledge will only make them become defensive, and then defending their behavior will become defending her behavior and then that will become defending her views, and suddenly we’ve just indoctrinated them into transphobia.

personal hell on earth phenomenon for me

[guksfairy]

YOUNG NIGHTS AND OLD HABITS | JJK

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Happy Valentine’s Day my loves !! I wasn’t going to post today but my faves had a comeback and I got some inspiration. Enjoy !

Though the skies were dark and the only things illuminating were city buildings, the night was still somewhat young.

You and your husband had just gotten home from your annual Valentine’s day dinner. Jungkook always does his best to take you to a new restaurant every year so as to enjoy the night like it’s your first date.

Truly, it was always a magical night. You remember your very first one back when you were still only dating in college.

Jungkook was nervous to ask you to spend the day with him given that you two had only been dating for about two weeks. But Valentine’s Day was for couples and you were dating, right?

Given that you two, at the time, were broke college students who spent most of their money on essentials and food, there was little money to splurge on the day.

Jungkook did his best though. He got some of his friends to set up a table and fairy lights on a private area on campus. Even got your cousin to help out and pretend to be the waitress at a fancy restaurant.

He spent most of his money on the decorations and the food and only failed to realize he had little to no money for your gift just 2 hours before the date.

He scrambled around his dorm trying to find any change, literally anything. Namjoon walked in on Jungkook flipping his mattress over and getting excited to see a coin.

“…you okay?” Namjoon slowly closed the door and startled Jungkook for a moment before he replied.

“Hyung I’m screwed. I spent almost all my money on the lights, flowers, and food that I completely forgot to buy Y/N a gift,” Jungkook placed his mattress gently back onto the bed frame and threw himself on it.

“Woah. How’d you forget something that important,” the older chuckled and threw his backpack on the floor without a care in the world.

“Screwing up our first Valentine’s Day together isn’t what I was going for,” Jungkook huffs and Namjoon feels for him.

If he had a girlfriend and didn’t get her anything he’d probably stress too.

“What if you make her something?”

“Joon I’m shit at crafts. Remember when I had to make that 3D exoplanet system for Dr.Yoon’s class. It was basically falling apart as I walked to class with it,” Jungkook recalls placing his model next to your perfectly built one and you telling him it looked great.

He knew you were trying to make him feel better. It only made him like you more.

“So go for something simple,”

“Like?” Jungkook asks for suggestions and an idea immediately pops into Namjoon’s head.

“Do you recall back in high school when Mr.Jung would make us start our mornings writing letters to our past and future selves?” Jungkook wasn’t sure where Namjoon was going with this but he still nodded.

“Write her a love letter,”

That’s…not a terrible idea. It’s better than nothing.

Jungkook quickly scrambles from his bed, grabbing his school backpack and taking out a piece of paper and pens.

After about an entire hour of just writing and rewriting his feelings for you, he was done. He felt accomplished and a little shy. What if he was too vulnerable and you thought it was weird? What if you thought a letter was a cheap gift? What if you thought he got lazy??

The time was 7:45 and Jungkook didn’t have much time to overthink it. He folded the letter before putting it in an envelope and sealing it with clear tape.

He got dressed and received a text from his friends telling him that everything was set up and ready to go. All Jungkook had to do was pick you up from your dorm and walk to the designated spot.

With one last look in the mirror and a thumbs up from Namjoon, Jungkook grabs the letter on the desk and places it in his pocket for safe keeping.

He walked across campus to your dorm and felt like he fell in love with you all over again. You were wearing light makeup and something simple but to Jungkook, you looked so gorgeous. Jungkook was sure no other human being in the world held a candle to your beauty.

You exchanged a hug and a kiss on the cheek before walking with Jungkook as he lead you both to your little date.

You remembered how you felt seeing the scene for the first time. It was, again, simple but it was so sweet. You almost felt like tearing up.

The night was filled with tons of laughter and hand holding across the table as your cousin served entrees and main courses from the Italian restaurant off campus that you mentioned to Jungkook you loved.

Finally the night was coming to an end and now it was just the two of you. You watched Jungkook squirm around his seat for a moment before placing your hand on top of his to watch him visibly relax.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh…I have to confess something,” you hear Jungkook’s voice lower in volume but allow him to continue, “I didn’t get you a present-I know! I’m sorry it’s just that I spent so much time thinking about this date that it slipped my mind. But I made you something,” Jungkook grabbed the envelope from his pocket and placed it directly in the middle of the table.

He watched you stare at the paper for a moment and thought he fucked up. You didn’t move to grab it.

You hated it. You probably think he doesn’t even like y-

“Jungkook,” your voice just above a whisper takes him out of his insecure trance.

“You’re not going to believe this,” you reach inside your shirt and visibly into your bra before slipping out a paper of your own. Jungkook tries to ignore his flushed state as he watches you place yours on top of his.

“I wrote you a love letter,”

Soulmates. Jungkook was going to marry you. This was no coincidence. This was fate.

That night, you and Jungkook quietly read your letters in front of each other and shared your first kiss as a couple. You still remember how hard you two were smiling and simply couldn’t stop. The night was finished with love affirmations and lots of physical touches.

Similar to tonight.

You closed the curtains to you and Jungkook’s shared penthouse and watched the view of the city slowly disappear behind the cloth.

“What time is it?” You hear Jungkook walk behind you and wrap his arms around your waist.

“11:40?” You assume. It was rather late when you left the restaurant so you wouldn’t be too far off. Jungkook hums in acknowledgment and rests his chin on your shoulder, slowly closing his eyes.

He was a bit tired from tonight and you rocked him and yourself in a gentle rhythm.

“That waiter definitely had a crush on you,” Jungkook mumbled and you laughed.

“Jungkook I thought we said we’d stop talking about that kid,” you giggle as you reply thinking back to the young waiter that wouldn’t stop prioritizing you over your husband’s requests. At one point he served you wine and completely forgot about Jungkook’s glass.

“I don’t blame him though. You looked beautiful tonight,” Jungkook kissed your exposed shoulder and lets go before walking away.

“I have one more present for you honey,” Jungkook says picking through his blazer that he took off earlier.

“Jungkook. The necklace was enough,” you say touching the expensive piece of jewelry hanging around your neck.

“This might be worth more,” Jungkook finally finds it and slips it out.

It’s an envelope decorated with hand drawn hearts around and you know what it is. A tradition you’ve carried for the last 7 years. Love letters every Valentine’s Day.

He holds out the item for you to take and a smile and blush reach your face. Like second nature you reach into your bra and grab the neatly folded paper.

And like clockwork, your husband flushes up like he does every year. How cute.

You exchange letters and he holds your waist to lead you both to the living room. The environment was quiet in a peaceful and comforting manner.

You take a seat and Jungkook dims the lights a little before turning on the fire place. Finally taking the seat next to you.

You smile at each other one more time before opening your individual letters and you begin to read.

To my loving Wife and Soulmate,

Do you understand, that every single time that I see you, it feels like gravity shifts. You, my love, are the center of my universe. You’ve turned such ordinary and dull moments into supernovas of pure bliss and joy. I’m endlessly grateful for every orbit we’ve shared and will continue to share.

You’re the song that’s stuck in my head, the breath of air I didn’t know I was holding, the warmth in my favorite cup of coffee, and the reason for my happiness. You are my everything.

You are the last person that I think of before falling into sweet sleep where I dream of our life and how much better it gets by the day. Every time I hold your hand, it’s my unspoken promise to never let go. To always stay by your side.

I don’t just love you, I’m rooted in you. And I swear to choose you across every lifetime, every star, and every moment.

My sweet Y/N, I love you.

Yours, forever and always, Jeon Jungkook.

By the time you finish reading the letter you’ve already let a tear drop on the paper. Jungkook shares the same expression as he turns to face you with glossy eyes and nothing but love for you.

He grabs a hold of you and places you directly on his lap.

“Are you aware of how in love with you I am?” his question is rhetorical but you still answer it.

“I have a good idea,” you smile at your husband and lean in for a gentle and innocent kiss. Your hand placed on his shoulder. It’s adorned with your wedding ring. A memory of the happiest day of your life.

The day you became Jeon Y/N.

You recall how much your friends, who had already been married for a while, had told you that the love would fade and eventually it’s like living with a roommate.

You like to think they just didn’t marry their soulmate. Because every moment you spent with Jungkook, you spent it feeling alive and happy to be in the moment.

And you couldn’t wait to tell him the last good news of the night.

There will be a third addition to the Jeon family in nine months. Something you and Jungkook had been talking about for so long. Something you knew he was hoping for.

So when the clock hits 11:58, Jungkook is in tears, holding you with so much security.

He truly knows he won the lottery with you.

[movingthisblogcelestialtarot11]

Astrology Observations 🧎‍♂️‼️

Hi friends! Today we’re just doing a general post for the astrological signs 🤭✨ Please enjoy and share! Your feedback is always appreciated.

Earth sign energy is heavy and dark, not negative, but they are very connected to their roots, ancestors and past lives. They carry lots of baggage from the past to heal in this lifetime, and thus may feel they lived through many timelines and cycles. They can feel similarly to Scorpio that experienced tons of transformations.

Libra moons can be indecisive in relationships, not because they have a bad sign placement but because they care a lot about people’s feelings. Sometimes too much to their detriment. They’d rather keep the peace than to rock the boat, but that’s what causes tension. Libra moons just need more confidence and security in their choices, and focus on themselves 🧘

Cancer Venus from a young age experienced misunderstandings from the people around them. Cancer venus wants a close community and people who understand their emotions, but in an emotionally unavailable society they can feel neglected and lonely. Its why cancer venus develops walls to protect their heart. They still care, but it takes them a long time to open up.

Virgos remember little details of everyone and hope they can do the same for them. They essentially give what they need and Virgos need attention and someone who creates quality time.

Gemini venus crave communication and mental stimulation in their connections. They love to learn and interact with people. Gemini Venus can also experience lots of isolation or periods of alone time because they aren’t finding the right people to connect to. They’d rather be alone than to have surface level interaction and filler conversations.

Leo + Aquarius pairing in a chart can indicate the native is truly unique and unforgettable. They strive so much to be themselves that it inspires others to do so. Some may even idolize the native, and others can get jealous because the native has qualities they wish they had. The native basically inspires others to get a personality 💅🏻

Mercury 8h can be so funny. We can get picky about what personal info to leave in the outside world. Even the idea of leaving behind our birthday info can irk us 😭 why? I think being in the spotlight or being perceived can be difficult for us.

Adding onto that, mercury 8h can channel spirits, occult knowledge, spirit guides, etc. when they tap in, they TAP in. They did not come to play 😍 All they need is a good meditation sesh and they’re good to go 🧘 all powered up.

Jupiter 8h can go through so many endings and terrible situations and still somehow come out stronger and better. They take their healing and growth seriously, and I think Jupiter 8h people have big hearts, so they always reconnect with that energy which is what carries them 😤

Cancer + Leo in a chart makes someone mystical, ethereal, private, yet somehow well known. There will always be an aspect to these natives to hide to protect themselves, and yet their Leo side will try to guide them out their comfort zone.

Aries rising females always knew who they were since birth 🤭 they could’ve photographed a lot, dressed up a lot, and it’s iconic. Since birth they knew! Aries rising females can be human rights activists too, because they have strong opinions, perspectives and believe in empowerment. Aries rising females may also be into modeling, because since a young age they were surrounded by cameras and people who thought they were beautiful ❤️

Aquarius rising children always look upset in their pictures or they have that thousand mild yard stare 😭 help #me

Sagittarius rising children always had that mischievous look on their face in every picture, or they looked incredibly angry. They had no issue letting their true selves out 😤

Pisces women tend to move far from their home town or childhood home. Lots of them have dreams of living far away from their roots. I think its to discover who they are and rebuild themselves after going through a lot. They physically need to disconnect from toxic environments to heal.

Gemini sun women are like teachers in many ways. Especially when they’ve healed a lot. They can be a teacher to the siblings around them or people. Many turn out to be motivational speakers because they have so much wisdom to share.

Thank ya’ll so much for reading 💗☮️ feel free to like comment and reblog to support the blog 🧘✨ Have a great one!

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[butchpeace]

Butches on T

There are an increasing number of people who consider themselves butch lesbians who decide to take medical steps to look more masculine.

On the surface, that seems fine. Their body, their choice right? 

Many trans people take issue with this phenomenon because they think that it’s impossible to both be a lesbian and want to look like a man. This is false.

We're a group that is extremely susceptible to the idea of transition. Why?

Most masculine women face constant judgement from every angle. If we’re made to feel wrong about acting and looking the way we want to, and most of us are, we grow up feeling like we have to suppress our true selves.

We also grow up knowing that we like women. And because most women like men, it’s easy for the idea that we’re “supposed to be boys” to get stuck in our heads at a young age.

Some of us grow up feeling othered, and set apart from women. Even other women will often treat us like we don’t belong, or feminine women will treat us like we should be upholding the heteronormative gender role of “the man” in our relationships.

This leads to discomfort with our bodies. It gets ingrained in our heads that if we were just a little more this, or a little more that, then we would be the best version of ourselves. Then we’ll be lovable. Then people won’t look at us funny or treat us the way they do. We may feel like we’re “half-baked” versions of men. Not ever quite the way we want to look. We have anxiety from the stress of being treated as an outsider, looked at as a freak. And we decide that this is “gender dysphoria”. We’re told that this is normal. We’re told that this means we are something other than female, actually. This seems to validate the feelings we’ve lived with all our lives, to explain them.

Medical transition, and the culture surrounding it, make these changes not just seem possible, but admirable. Who wouldn’t want it?

Butches have been done a major disservice. We have been relegated to the very bottom of the barrel. And because of that, we have always struggled with mental health, substance abuse, loneliness, and lack of community. 

Transition as a cultural phenomenon was unavoidable in our community. This is the path that lesbians have been set on, and it's been a long time coming. But it's time to move past it. Find our communities again. Teach the next generations better.

[thatsatricky1]

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

There are many things in life that others enjoy at a younger age much more than when they grow up. One of those things was seasonal holidays. Of course there are the most obvious ones that come to mind. New years, Easter, Halloween and Christmas.

Halloween was the time for little ones to explore creativity, dressing up as their favourite characters for the most part. They got to traverse the streets way past their scheduled bedtimes to go door to door in hopes of sweet treats getting dropped into their filling candy bags/buckets. Their parents rushing to get costumes or make homemade passable ones, watching their kids from the sidelines knocking on trusted neighbours doors and already thinking of the headaches they’d receive off their sugar high kids for the next couple of weeks.

Though as children start to grow up experiencing hardships and gruelling puberty Halloween turns into parties and hang outs. Costumes became more elaborate as their taste in media changed, no longer needing the help of their parents. For some Halloween has already become trivial and a past seasonal holiday they no longer participate in preferring to go about their mundane day or just putting on a quick horror flick.

Young adults indulging in the seasonal holiday, not for the childlike wonder it used to cause but as an excuse to party or celebrate only with the difference of wearing an outfit, a rare gem here and there but the main focus for most was to dress as elaborate as possible to catch the eye of others. Whether that be a goofy costume to get a laugh out of friends, or a sexy outfit to attract that one person they wanted most. Though for many, Halloween in that age range was already a long forgotten concept and not of importance with many other things in mind.

But just because you may not be indulging in Halloween it doesn’t mean Halloween won’t worm its way back into your life whether you want it to or not. Maybe just maybe you really should have paid attention to the rules of Halloween a little better, don’t you agree?

Y/n was no exception to time, growing up and growing out of her childlike wonder. Why focus on something like Halloween when she had deadlines to meet? A part time job that was really trying to push her boundaries on the ‘flexible shift times’ and going to university in an attempt of getting that one slip of paper that held hope for possible good jobs in the future.

She’d made it clear this year to each and every friend she wasn’t interested in being dragged to a Halloween frat party that was just another excuse for young adults to get drunk, high and forget about those stacking student loan debts and responsibilities looming. The closest thing she’d entertain was a quiet day in, a quick horror movie and then a well deserved nap.

So which one of her friends had decided to trick her on Halloween? She stared down at eight envelopes, each laying flat on her bedroom dresser in various colours. Each letter looked just as inviting to open, yet she picked the one closest that happened to be a crisp mundane white colour.

Grabbing her knife letter opener and slicing the top of the envelope clean open before dipping her index finger and thumb inwards, tugging out the lettered content inside.

Flicking it open and scanning the page she was met with very confusing context.

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝,

After all this time we were certain our intentions would have been clear to you by now, yet I think we must have overestimated ourselves in terms of how well we fitted in with your mundane life. Or to reword it a bit more bluntly, we toned down our true selves to be able to be near you.

However our patience only extends so far, we aren’t exactly known or fond of it. So in some maybe even sick way, why not do this around the time of year people decide to self indulge in the more thrilling seasonal event, Halloween. Quite ironic with the needed context.

Laid out on your desk are seven more envelopes, each varying in size and colour belonging to different individuals. All you need to do is pick one. Just one. And that in itself will give us our answer.

𝐒𝐃𝐒

Her hands were quick to close the letter, eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion. It lacked all and any context needed. Just words printed down on a clean sheet of paper. With a flick of her wrist, the letter was discarded, landing just an inch from the trash can below her desk.

Her eyes shifted now over to the seven unopened envelopes on her desk. Many questions flicking through her mind all at once. How had the anonymous sender known she’d pick up the white envelope to begin with? What would have happened if she’d opened up a coloured one? What will happen when she picks one envelope to open and read? Why only pick one?

Disregarding the hoard of questions, she held back a roll of her eyes considering just how dumb the whole situation was figuring she’d find out which one of her friends had done this soon enough when she read one of the letters in front of her. She reached her hand out, going off of pure instinct knowing exactly which envelope she wanted to open.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

Why not pick the Purple card? It was the obvious choice. It laid in the centre as if calling out, the better choice, the only choice. A perfect and neatly waxed seal right in the centre with lavender tucked underneath it, wafting a calming and relaxed scent into the air overpowering any other smell nearby. This was clearly the right one to choose.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

The Yellow card practically wanted to be opened, needed to be opened. It was meant for you and no one else. If only one could be opened it would be this one. A little too much golden wax around the seal proved that more was better. Two daisies nearly falling out of the envelope basically showed there were many more inside, all for you. The choice was already made the moment you laid eyes on the thick envelope.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

The Pink card called out, demanding attention, the delicious smell of floral scents hitting your nose just right in its delicate small pink pouch sitting at the corner on top of it. The waxed seal was messily like raw emotion stamped by its anonymous sender, drying before it could drip any further down the envelope. Picking this one was like breathing, you had to, it was just so tempting.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

The Green card, it should be the one you choose. None of them compared to this one, the leaves wrapping around the top so meticulously, leaves winding down to gently rest on top of the waxed seal that was perfectly circular with quite the curious choice of wording melted into it. It was supposed to be yours from the start, no one else’s.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

The Orange card looked enticing, a single flower tapped to the front of it as if a promise of what could lay inside considering it was thick, more flowers most likely waiting to be revealed. Even the waxed seal promised more and more, slightly overflowing from where it had been pressed too much wax having been used. And who were you to deny picking something with just that more involved inside.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

The Red card screamed, no demanded to be chosen. Rose petals flicked half hazardly underneath it, the waxed seal having been stamped with force, causing extra wax to be shoved outwards to the right side drying over the envelopes opening. A red silk bow laid on the bottom right corner whether an afterthought or meticulously placed there, it was loud and bold. Who were you not to give in to its demands, that was your card.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞

The Blue card laid out on the desk was much less noticeable than the others, less elaborate. The waxed seal having most likely been pressed with little force by the way the melted wax oozed dry on all corners and lifted too soon to completely seal the envelopes opening, two pieces of sticky tape randomly placed on each side to properly close it instead. So little thought put into it, but even with little effort it was the most preferred one. Choosing this one was as easy as blinking.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @rotinyzen @wonyoungmywife @snflwrhaerecs4u @thegreenlynx @serinebsblog @delululi @molensworld @morkiee @marvelahsobx @kaciebello @kgneptun @bluedbliss @haechansbbg @officiallyjaehyuns @bunnychui @audreybub @sleepyvic @winwintea

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Y’all better be as excited as I am for this, I’m hoping to have this posted on time for Halloween fingers crossed.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:

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[so-i-did-this-thing]

this might be random considering i'm a nineteen year old cis woman, but still, i want to say thank you. coming across your blog today, your post resonated with me deeply and i simply became emotional and was positively influenced and healed in some ways, because i struggle with an extremely crumbling sense of self and have low confidence in myself because of my fear of people and social consequences. you have helped me feel more hopeful, to want to actually live and work towards a future for myself, you have helped me feel less scared about being truer to myself and making decisions for myself even if i seem "selfish" or "misguided" by other people. for the first time in forever, i am finally excited about my future, and for once, i am not angry at myself or resentful about lost time; even if i don't experience good things now, i now hope i can still lay the foundation so that at least my future self gets to be happy and true. thank you.

I honestly feel like a lot of the poor decisions we make are better reframed as the best decisions we had at the time, given our understanding of the consequences (real or imagined, because they all feel real in the moment). And we shouldn't hold our past selves reponsible for not having the perspective that our current selves now possess.

That said, being even a teensy bit braver and willing to be uncomfortable can pay off immeasurably, and it looks like you are already on that path. 🫂❤️

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

part iii (part i + part ii)

(due to sims doing everything but what i wanted them to, this extended into night and the screencaps were terrible - i apologise)

“Avery, I feel like our potential isn’t necessarily reflected by your score, and much of that was my doing. You just seemed to catch me when I was in the middle of a Moment and was not exactly feeling receptive towards anyone. And among those who did… less well, you were one of the few who actually initiated flirting with me and who seemed to really try. So let’s take this as an opportunity to refresh and maybe have a second shot at things. I’ll be seeing you very soon.”

“Jayla, you’re clearly having a ball and I enjoyed being in a household with you. But so far you haven’t seemed all that drawn to me, and I feel that at least in terms of romance, I’m the one putting in all the work. You are one of eighteen, and it seems like you’re not sure why you’re here. Let me know whether you want this - or not - but let me know. See you for Round Two.”

the final four...

“You know how it goes. I have only one of my strawberries left, and I am not splitting it four - just who the plum comes up with these things…”

“Forest - considering your strong start, this is a long way to fall. We have potential and you’ve shown hints of sweetness, but you keep on pushing me away - and your autonomous mean interactions? Not okay. It wasn’t cute when boys did that in grade school, and it’s far from cute now. If your aim is to sabotage yourself, then you’re succeeding spectacularly.” (Forest: nervously sweating...)

“Lee - much like Forest, yet worse. While I get the sense that Forest has the potential - and maybe even the want - to be something better than his past behaviour, you on the other hand seem perfectly happy with just how you present yourself. Well, I’m not. I like the version of you who is friends with Tiago and who has some moments of vulnerability, not whatever this is.” (Lee: unbothered, totally convinced this is all a ruse...)

(Araminta: hoping to the old Watchers and the new that Forest is going home...)

“Piper - if only we had even a little romance, my dear. But at least with me - or perhaps even with life in general - that just doesn’t seem to be what you’re looking for, and that’s okay. You stepped out of your comfort zone to try something that doesn’t come naturally to you, and for that you’ll have my eternal admiration. But I’m afraid that this chapter of your story ends here.”

“Aubrey - you’re here for a good time, but sadly not a long time. One of the most gorgeous sims I’ve ever laid eyes upon, and I really enjoyed your sense of fun, your mischief and your creativity. As there’s no spark between us, however, let’s just say it’s been real and move on. You were a delight to get to know - I hope we can catch up again after the show.”

“Forest, something is telling me not to let you go just yet. And if I’m wrong, then more fool me. This is a second chance for… whatever you need it to be, I guess. Those don’t come around often, or at all. Make the most of it. And if there’s any more mean behaviour - I may no longer be a werewolf but I’m not completely without bite. Man up and grow up, or get out.”

“Lee, here’s your fifteen minutes. Best of luck in building on them. And as the autonomy settings are driving the Watcher crazy - Araminta, you absolutely don’t need to talk to your horse Every Five Seconds - we’ll say our proper farewells tomorrow.  Sorry for the lack of decent screencaps, everyone, but you only have your pixel selves to blame.”

“Hey beautiful, so I totally know this is all a stunt. You have to leave the audience on a cliffhanger, right? Don’t worry, I’ll play along. I am a supremely talented actor after all - I can even cry on command!” “Mhmm…” (reflects on how that’s only a Level 2 interaction in the ACTING skill)

how scores were calculated

Ooof, I really wanted to take more of the bottom three in particular, but I was also this close to ejecting my EA folder into the sun. They will however each get a proper farewell from Lilac (and a thank you from me to their watchers) and their very own shiny post in broad daylight when hopefully the in-game lighting is better cooperating.

Also now we know just what Forest was up to that very last day. That little so-and-so realised that he was on thin ice and thus was skillbuilding like there was no tomorrow - which for him was almost the case! I will be including Aubrey's, Piper's and Lee's score details in their farewell posts and you will see just how close it all was.

@x-digitaldollhouse-x @tipsy-clouds @riverofjazzsims

@plasmafruittree @sleepyselkiesims @fl0pera

[girlslikestarlight]

cultivating self love ✮⋆˙

it is time to fall in love with yourself. have you seen a girl who's just come back from a wonderful date and she sparkles and she can't stop smiling? that's the glow of love! and this is something we can cultivate by falling in love with ourselves... and improving our quality of life.

<image from pinterest, resource used: becoming the one by sheleana aiyana>

YOUR INNER RELATIONSHIP BEGINS WITH...

Building confidence and self-trust

You're the most dependable girl you know! When you make a promise to yourself, you keep that promise. When you set an intention, you live by that intention. You know who you are and you live by your values.

Taking time for yourself

This could look like a gorgeous self-date (taking yourself out shopping or to a restaurant you wanted to try), a self-care evening, or just a moment of being mindful of your breath and tuning in to your body.

Deepening in self-compassion

This looks a lot like shadow work. It's important that you meet your defense mechanisms and destructive patterns with love and empathy.

Giving your emotions a voice

It takes a lot of distance and therapy to acknowledge the feelings UNDERNEATH your feelings. Some of us are way better at this than others. As girls, we are often socialised to bottle up our anger, but being able to stand up for yourself and speaking to your rage is a step towards feeling more understood.

Understanding your capacity

Taking breaks and finding unscheduled time will prevent burnout. Simplifying your life is beneficial to mental health. Is there a responsibility you won't miss?

Forgiving your past selves

When that embarassing memory comes up, you need to just pelt yourself with kindness. Have compassion for mistakes! Honour your journey!

Staying true to your values

When you know who you are, when you know what you believe in, decisions will be made easier and your life will be directed by the glow you hold inside.

Expressing yourself

It's time for open and vulnerable conversations with the people you love. Your feelings have value, and the people who love you will hold space for that.

Asking for support

Can come in the form of mentorship or friendship or counselling depending on your needs, but you are a resourceful girl. You're not too proud to ask for help -- and that makes you lovely.

[smilingperformer]

Started thinking about the past scenes shown in the OP and ED.

Like, Dot's scene showcases the moment when Liko was missing and she was struggling to find the correct info to find her (as in Spinel was feeding wrong info), right? It's what my first thought is upon seeing this.

Roy's is right after Rayquaza left after the, would it be called first or second battle? The one where Terapagos' tera form first debuted. I don't know if Rayquaza's first debut in the series can be called a battle lol. But I remember this moment well.

And Liko's appears to be the moment after losing to Chili/Rika. It's a bit more dramatized as she didn't walk off sad (instead cried on the spot, confused on it, but felt happy about finally understanding the battles), but I do believe that is the intended reference here.

And then, in the ED.

This is from the very first episode. When Liko finally starts befriending Nyahoja during her time at Sekiei Academy in Kanto.

Roy's refers to the episode where Roy and Hogator first met at Roy's home Island in Kanto. Episode 4 right? First thing that comes to mind is where Roy compliments Hogator's singing.

And then Dot is when she finally became partners with Kuwassu for real during Liko's amnesia-and-missing episode where she finally makes the big push to overcome her struggles so she can find her first IRL friend. The official debut of their partnership. While before that they were, sorry for lack of better wording, mere accomplices. Not really partners. So I would say these three scenes represent the moments when each of them gained their first meaningful bonding. Not saying there was no bond before that moment between the two, I just think that moment was one of the most significant ones.

And then we have this scene:

Which kinda showcases the past and future selves of the RVT adults. Molly's I think is our first look at her past self. While the rest we have seen in their respective focus episodes. Kinda interesting that even thou we have had episodes with focus on Molly, we've never seen flashbacks related to her. We still don't know exactly what prompted her to join the crew. Nor do we know of Murdock or Landau's reasons for joining the crew, but we DO know their pasts in flashback forms. (By the way, I love that Landau is doing his own thing and not doing the Pikkaan dance lol.)

Is Molly's outfit reminding anyone of anything? Closest I can think of is Alola but I do not think it's exact. So it could be new.

[meghnaww]

My problem with Yashahime isn't just the fact that SessRin is a thing in it. My problem is also with the depiction of Inuyasha and Kagome's relationship in it.

First off, I believe Inuyasha and Kagome would have been better off as friends. Why? Kagome deserves to be with someone who doesn't make her wonder whether she is who he sees when he looks at her. Inuyasha deserves someone who will not have to wonder about his intentions even when he is being sincere. Both of them deserve a relationship that is not weighed down by a past love reincarnated into the present.

Towards the end of the OG Inuyasha anime and manga, Inuyasha is shown to have done at least some growing up and matured. His relationship with Kagome is also shown to have been better. Although I feel Kagome should have left him (romantically) in episode 48 of the OG series. She should have continued to be friends with him, of course. But should not have been romantically involved with someone who was clearly emotionally unavailable. I feel it was not right to have her always wonder where his loyalties lie. Also, quite insulting, might I add, that he finally focuses on her and sees her only once Kikyo is gone for good (the episode with her death still makes me emotional, it was really well made). Still, things appear to be looking better towards the end of TFA.

Enter Yashahime - and InuKag are back to square one. Square negative, if that's even possible. She is shown to continue using the kotodama beads for no reason whatsoever, whereas they could have depicted that she never uses the subjugation word unless Inuyasha is in mortal peril. Inuyasha is seen to be walking on eggshells around her. And that's just the first time we see them together. Things just get worse after that.

In the manga, in one of the chapters, she is seen telling Inuyasha that despite being married, they haven't had much time to themselves, and that Inuyasha doesn't show her the kind of husbandly affection that she craves. That's just.....sad. In the same chapter, Kagome is shown to support SessRin's relationship. Remember Kagome from the OG series? The same one who was sneering at Miroku for trying to get his hands on an underage Koharu? Y'all really think she's going to be all gushy and encouraging when she sees the same thing with Rin? Lol, as if. Our fiery little priestess would rather fashion a spiritual chastity belt for Lord Fluffy and clobber him unconscious to put it on him.

Whatever maturity Inuyasha gained throughout the OG series is chucked out of the window the moment he is shown (in the anime) to use the kongosoha technique and decimating his house in the process. What in the world?

Inuyasha and Kagome are shown to have been reduced to mere shells of their powerful selves. Putting Inuyasha's Tessaiga attacks aside, Kagome, one of the most powerful priestesses of the time, is shown to have been demoted to a nagging wife and not much else.

I feel like I can spend days writing about all the various ways the infernal pseudo-sequel called Yashahime grates on my nerves, which is why I breathe better pretending it's just another Fanfic on the internet. Still, on some days, I feel better ranting about it. Today was one of those days. Anyway, that's it for today's rant. See ya!

[ramblingsx-ofa-dreamer]

mourning! wait, no that’s not right. morning! it’s morning now and the sun is shining through my window and i’ll be twenty three next week. maybe that’s where this deep ache in my chest has come from. twenty fucking three. no longer am i the naive seventeen year old with bright eyes and an even brighter future - i do still miss her though. i’m no longer the lost nineteen year old crying herself to sleep while wondering what could possibly be so wrong with her that she’s seemingly so undeserving of love, and even friendship. i’m not heartbroken at twenty one, lying awake at night wishing you would love me back. soon i’ll be another year older and another year further away from these past versions of myself - and from the feeling of your touch on my skin. no, soon i’ll be twenty three with a barely remembered past and an increasingly uncertain future. i miss the version of me who though she had her whole life planned out at twelve years old, i wonder how she’s doing these days (she was supposed to be an engineer i remember, she wanted her parents to be proud). although these past selves will always be kept under careful lock and key in the back of my mind, i can’t help but feel like they existed in some other universe - some other time - completely separate from wherever it is that i now exist. i can still recall the hope with which the old me used to anticipate her future, if only she could see me now, living my life blown from place to place like leaves scattered by a cool, fall breeze. perhaps we could both find ways to be proud of each other, but i don’t suppose i’ve really done all that much to be so proud of - besides live this long, and that’s not really much of an accomplishment (but don’t tell that to twenty year old me, she would never believe we’re still here).

ruminating on the past rarely has the desired results so i’d like to think about future me instead. maybe future me is looking back at me now and carefully remembering those experiences which have shaped the very fibers of this timeless being we seem to have become. every joy, no matter how small, every broken heart, and all the little moments in between. it’s too easy to get tangled in old emotions and even easier to find yourself incapable of moving on. you know, forgive and forget and all that. maybe future me has a better temper and is a better friend than past me has been. for all of our sakes though, i really hope future me has finally figured out how to love herself in all the ways past me couldn’t. even the now me is stuck in the fake-it-til-you-make-it stage, and who knows how long that could last. i truly hope she figures out that she is deserving of such love, no matter what any past me - or past you for that matter - might have said. maybe she’ll find someone who will love her in all the ways she’s ever dreamed about and maybe she’ll finally find a purpose, a meaning, for it all.

who knows what changes twenty three might hold but, for better or worse, it will all bring me one step closer to my future. the going will be rough and there will be many rocky roads to travel but it has to be done - if not for the now me then at least for that little girl who used to watch the stars at night and dream of a tomorrow where she could become anything her little heart desired. i think i’ll do it for her, to take on this uncertain future with bright eyes, an even brighter heart, and most of all, hope.

[ringleaderising]

After the Fall || The Host

A great body lies picked clean by the opportunistic flock, and fledgling settlements grow within the grand bones incapable of removal- for the living, the work has begun on a new future.

But for the Host, the sun rises on a trial by a jury of Encore's peers.

[Puppeteer, Magda] [Mithos, Stygian] [Encore, Crux]

Content Warnings: Descriptions of gore!

"Hideous living things... traipsing about with their... free will." The valley below is alive with life even in the darkness of night, the constant chattering of construction crews harvesting and working bone into useable pieces for the slowly growing marketplace and housing in the body of the fallen 'God' below. "Now we are working at a deficit, and they are celebrating as if they've been given a feast- what a pitiful performance he gave. Almost not worth the effort retrieving him."

"Puppeteer, talking to yourself again?" The Skydancer woman adjusts her cane in her hand, head inclining toward the sound of another arrival's voice- the cloying, perfumed scent of roses making it clear who the arrival is, even if she can't see the imperial sidling up behind her, exposed golden bones entangled with flora catching in the gentle breeze passing through the Emperor's Wake. "I thought we were past that little... idiosyncrasy."

"Silence yourself, Heathen. I am not talking to myself. Magda is here."

"Ah yes, of course, we can't do this without Miss mud and detritus can we? Where have you gone then, Maggie?" His voice carries, and as he turns his head to look around, leaning into his spear for balance, Mithos scowls. "Mm, I see. You've misplaced your gravedigger, Puppeteer- perhaps we should keep a better eye-"

"....." He's cut off by the sudden, violent thud of a large, thick stone, humming with magic and depicting an ignited brazier in the center. ".... Marker."

"Weaver's blessings you lumbering oaf you could have caught my foot with that-"

"Stop your complaining Mithos!" Puppeteer snaps, feathered frills flicking up in a display of displeasure. "I spend enough time listening to you moan about that filthy child of yours to tolerate you complaining about doing your job. Help her place the stone."

"Who died and made you-"

"Encore. Now lift the stone." Mithos rolls his eyes, bending to pick up one side of the stone- pushing it into place as Magda watches on silently, filthy gloved claws gripping her shovel handle as she nervously sways back and forth. "It's quite alright, Magda, we will inter him after we've had a little talk, is all... He must answer for this utterly miserable display. It is one thing to die, it is surely another to do so in a way that gives so many of these.... unworthy access to our strength. Not negligible of which being your filthy harlequin and my disobedient doll... Tch."

"So really, you're throwing a tantrum because the Sow's made a purse out of the pig's ear you saddled her with?" Another voice chimes, then proceeds to laugh at his own terrible joke. "Crux and I got held up, apparently, the crippling guilt of a clan leader who failed her people cannot wait the twenty minutes it would have taken to get this done."

"My pack is starved for the hunt, Stygian, not that you would understand that... layabout as you are." The tundra's armor clanks against itself as he extends a wing, a pack of braying wraith hounds trapped within the snowfields displayed on the underside. "...We are sated. Until we know what Encore has to say for himself." Cold air spills from skeletal maw, the thick haze starting to occlude the overlook the five of them stand upon from the ground below, as Magda continues to dig.

"How much longer is this going to take?" Mithos questions, Stygian raising a brow.

"You got a hot date or something, Mithos? Some party to get to in amongst our centuries of free time?" The imperial scoffs, but the skydancer continues, smirking as he removes his tankard from his belt and taking a lengthy swig. "Because I can always give Selv or Lacrymosa a ring, if you're too busy for us, oh no, wait, no I can't, they're a little busy in dragonhome, cleaning up after-"

"I get it. Shall we make a jab about my dead beholder, too?" The argument is ended before it starts, though, when Magda lofts something fleshy and scrunched from the hole in the ground, tossing it to the ground beside Puppeteer's feet.

"Encore... Here."

"Ha, I knew the luscious golden locks were a wig."

"Shut. Up. Stygian." Puppeteer snaps now, holding one clawed hand aloft. "Thank you Magda."

"...Leave?"

"No. You are part of this trial, so you stay." The guardian woman sighs, reaching her own hand to absently stroke at the snout of the skull hung over her wing. "This will not take long." Puppeteer jabs at the fleshy amalgam- revealed now in the haze to be a heart- with the sharp end of her cane, filthy black magic contorting through the meat beneath- until the heart itself shifts, shape changing, the sound of creaking bone and squelching flesh filling the air just the same as Crux's ghostly frost for a short time, until in the place of it lies... Encore.

Stripped of magic, of Godhood, and made of seemingly only a small amount of the flesh that once made him whole, it is still what once was Encore lying filthy and bare in the grass below a scowling Puppeteer with the previous grandiose presence that still lives within those who stand around him now completely vacant. It is also the fallen spirit who's bones now thrive with activity below who, upon regaining enough awareness to speak- begins begging for his life.

"Puppeteer- I- I did not-"

"Did not intend to die or did not intend to do so in such a miserable way that now we are at risk of more hunters at our door? Because you surely did both. Someone get him some clothes. I am not having this discussion with him in the nude."

A ragged, bloodstained bolt of cloth, and then another, finds itself thrown at Encore- who takes a moment to gather himself- bones and flesh mangled and showing- exposed heart muscle making up more parts than it certainly should, vascular and tangling his hands and feet. He is not whole and the pieces they could find are struggling to resemble what he should be- he dresses- he tries to pretend his wings aren't flaps of slick organ, instead of thick leather. Whatever has become his stomach turns.

"What did you do to me...?"

"Well, I mean, you were thousands of feet tall and the size of a frigate, we had to make some exceptions so you could answer for yourself. I just wish those exceptions were less wet... Magda! Get back here." Mithos snarks, turning to catch the retreating figure of Mag slowly trying to slink away in the wintery haze. It's spreading, now, blanketing the bones below and causing less winterized, less hardy workers to hesitate in the sharp, biting chill.

"Not right...." She insists softly. "Cannot see but know it is not right." Her voice rasps, and Puppeteer rolls her eyes.

"We are not here to be bleeding hearts- well, none of us but Encore, hm?" She snickers, Stygian and Mithos laughing under their breath as well as Crux soothes the pack contained within his wings- they've gone from silent to a fever pitch, howling and wailing not unlike the wicked, biting wind. "It seems the huntsman has made his judgement already... You failed us, Encore."

"There is something beneath Lightning that knows of us, it is what killed me- it spoke with the voice of a woman- it told me- it insisted-"

"Ah, so we're listening to voices from beneath the sand now? I tire of this fool, Puppeteer, I say we set the hounds, and be done with him." Mithos grunts, examining glittering golden claws for a long moment. "He was sent on a simple outing, he failed and beyond that, now he's provided these mortals with the ability to better seek the throne. He's endangered all of us."

"Fine. I grow weary of the living anyway. We take our vote now. Those in favor of Encore's return to the earth? Mithos?"

"Nay."

"Stygian?"

"Nay."

"Crux?"

"Nay...."

".... Magda?"

"....." The guardian remains silent- swallowing tightly- Encore turning to her suddenly- she cannot see him but she can hear it in his voice, the way he's been twisted into something disgusting- something unholy, through Puppeteer's touch. She lifts her tail, worrying nervously at it with both hands.

"Maggie- Maggie please- don't- you don't have to go along with this-"

"Majority.... Rule... But I vote... Yay."

"Ah, Tragic it means nothing, here, isn't it, Maggie?" Mithos snorts. "Well, Encore, those are the breaks, huh? Too bad. Maybe in another thousand years we'll see you at the Pantheon Yule parties, but for now? Crux, I hope those dogs of yours are hungry- got some prime meat on offer."

"We hunt relentlessly. Until your guilt leaves your heart, Encore- The Pack will pursue." He hesitates, if only for a moment- the bleach white of his skull almost... sad. "...As my friend, as a former colleague... I will offer you a headstart- you have until the fog passes to get as far as you can. Once it lifts- there will be no freedom from our pursuit- until we are fed."

The Huntsman's wings unfurl again, his loyal pack spilling from within, soon surrounded by several wraithhounds, their bodies gaunt with hunger, their eyes trained ahead on their meal.

So Encore runs. With the haze of safety rapidly dwindling, and new, wrong flesh catching on rocks and trees, he runs- as he knows that death would have been the kindest thing his peers could offer him- and should Crux's hounds catch up, it will never come- eternity under their teeth and claws would make his Collapse look like child's play.

He needs somewhere to hide.

[traumatizeddfox]

Being called the villain for my past, for my younger self's mistakes. Makes it feel like I'm irredeemable.

I wasn't a great person, but I wasn't a monster either. Why does everyone still look at me like I'm one? I'm trying my best to improve, to be better. I was a traumatised child, I understand I've hurt others. But... I'm trying.. I'm trying so hard every day to improve.

But everyone still looks at me like I'm a terrible monster... I don't understand.

there are versions of our selves that people still remember and it sucks that they don’t know we have grown and changed but the best way to move forward is to just … be yourself now and continue to learn

[ririchanva]

Chapter Twenty: Clash! All Hands On Deck, Young Heroes!

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Chapter Warning: Spoilers for Miraculous Season 6 along with a sprinkle of cameos from other Zag Cartoonz. Some political stuff, past talk of domestic abuse and family drama.

A/n: So...*looks at my calender once more* This chapter didn't take me as long, but I'm kinda glad that I managed to get this one out in time BEFORE Miraculous Season 6 spoils me with more retcons and lore drop xD Ahahahahaha--

Anyways! So here we are once again...this time it DOES have some elements of Miraculous Season 6 just to keep things current in a way (but it doesn't really ruin any of my drafts and plans for the main story, don't worry!) and with My Hero Academia's manga FINALLY finished, I can actually focus on how the story will flow. SO SPOILERS AHEAD FOR REAL~!

Also, check out my Instagram, Tumblr and Twitter pages for some art concept updates cuz I managed to make some 2025 versions and added new characters to show :D I

Anyways with all that said, on to the chapter~!

  After an hour or so, both Marinette and Adrien brought Lila back to the classroom. When they arrived, Class-A and Class-B were informed on what’s going on and that the new teens were to be assigned to either their class. Aizawa and Amelie managed to make it to their class (of course Amelie being introduced) and bringing along familiar faces.

    “I’m glad that you came and joined us,” Marinette smiled at both Jess and Aeon, the two looking tired, “Although I am surprised that Jess came, considering…?”

     “As if I could ignore meeting other teen heroes~” Jess teased but then softened, “besides, I wanted to stay by my sister during her stay here.”

     “I could take care of myself, Jess.” Aeon said calmly, but smiled in appreciation.

    “Also, it’s not just us that came along,” Jess nodded her head towards Zoe, who was staying away from everyone and in a corner, “Honestly, I’m starting to feel sorry for her.”

     “Agreed. It seems like she is…at a loss of what to make of herself,” Aeon replied, and Marinette nodded.

     “Speaking of, how…how are you feeling, Aeon?”

     “If you are asking about how I am taking the news of me actually being human with cybernetic prosthesis and parts inside me to keep me alive after all and not a robot?” Aeon tilted her head before she shrugged, “I shall be taking therapy here while receiving my education but…I should say, I…might know how Zoe feels now. How things are hard to grasp on reality when everything you knew were to be a lie. But eventually, I shall be okay.”

     “Aeon…” Jess half-hugged her sister as they both smiled at each other, and Marinette felt relieved.

     Meanwhile, Adrien was looking at Grady, Sam and Nat, looking worried.

     “You think you guys will be okay being here?” He asked, “I know that Grady’s Dad is now looking for you guys. Well, at least your Miraculous hero selves…”

     “Not like we can go back to our families right now,” Grady replied, and Nat was signing to Sam on their conversation at the same time, “With my father informed that we are free, he might try to track us. Hiding here is our best option.”

    “Understandable,” Adrien nodded before he looked over towards Holly and Aster talking to each other along with the Ghost Force, “Well…at least they’re here too.”

    “I heard that Ghost Force talked about having to go back to America, but All Might said that he’ll have it handled by the United Heroez and make excuses to their families of where their civilian identities are,” Grady pointed out before shrugging, “Which, to be honest, might be for the better. As for Miss Holly and Aster…”

      “Complicated?” Adrien supplied while the blind young man nodded.

      “That’s about right…”

     Aizawa coughed as he stood in the front of the class, raising a brow as Class A were immediately seated in their seats while the back of the classroom was preoccupied by Class-B and the newcomers.

    “…I see I didn’t need to say anything more. Good. Alright, let’s get this over with.”

    Aizawa stood tall at the front of the room.

     “It's time to stop playing around and be more serious. Things gets harder from here,” He started while glancing at the Parisian and American team behind them, “Even though some of you only have provisional licenses, you've been given the certification to act as heroes in an official capacity. Or at least, most of you have…”

     Marinette glanced over seeing Bakugo roll his eyes while Shoto looked a bit ashamed.

     “Two of you remain in supplemental courses,” Aizawa gave the two a glance but then sighed, “Then again, considering we have a few new students, they’ll be joining those classes to catch up with everyone here before the Joint Training.”

    Nino leaned towards Marinette and whispered, “Do we really need licenses considering Ladybug and Chat Noir are already famously known heroes?”

    Aizawa then spoke loudly for them to hear, “EVEN IF some of you are already known heroes in your country, we have rules here in Japan that requires you to have a license.”

     Andy was bouncing up and down as he listened, then raised a hand up, “So! We actually will be side by side with the Japanese heroes? Including Endeavor?”

    Shoto pursed his lips at this, and Chloe noticed. She tapped at his hand gently, giving a look as if to ask if he was okay. The red and white haired male gave a small smile, nodding his head to sign he was okay.

    “From this moment on, we'll be kicking your training up a notch. So be prepared.” Aizawa then was holding what seem to be two pieces of paper and turned to the board behind him, sticking them on and turned back towards the students, “Now, let’s reveal the new class set up for everyone and where they will be assigned.”

   This is where everyone stood and rushed towards the front, Aizawa moving away in time before he was caught in the stampede.

    “Oh man! What if I end up in the other class?!” Kaminari whined, before he was smacked at the back of his head by a very tall boy with glasses, “Ow! What the heck, Iida?”

    “Kaminari, none of us aregoing to be swapped around. This is only to assign those that are new here to their respective classes,” Iida responded, looking at the blond sternly.

     Izuku popped up in front of them, already looking at the list then smiled as if relieved and satisfied.

—The Following Students Are Assigned in these Classes— 

Class 1-A

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Nino Lahiffe

Chloe Bourgeois

Sabrina Raincomprix

Alix Kubdel

Rose Lavillant

Hitoshi Shinso 

Kagami Tsurugi

Luka Couffaine

Felix Graham de Vanily

Lila Rossi

Aeon Hills

Andy Baker

Socqueline Wang

Grady Kasenti

Peni Lane

Class 1-B

Adrien Graham de Vanily

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Marc Anciel

Juleka Couffaine

Fei Wu

Rody Soul

Zoe Lee

Aurore Beauréal

Mireille Caquet

Liv Baker

Mike Collins

Jess Keynes

Holly Rosewoods

Aster Orion

Nat Richenbach 

Sam Spancer

    “Huh…” Nino was lifting his hat for a moment in surprise, before looking at Adrien, “Looks like not all of us are in the same class…”

     Adrien smiled weakly, “It’s okay. We can totally see each other outside of class, right?”

    “At least some of us are with familiar people,” Nathaniel said, who was on Adrien’s other side, “Although I wonder how Rody is feeling being in the same class as the girl he hates?”

     The trio glanced over to where Rody was looking at the list with a frown and Fei patting his arm gently as if comforting him.

      Juleka felt slight disappointment as she looked at the list and saw she wasn’t with Shinso or Rose, and she felt nervous of that. The fact her brother is also in the same class as them got her anxiety kicking in. 

     Rose saw this and took her hand, “Aw, it’s okay, Jules! We could always meet each other in breaks and after classes!”

      “If there’s trouble, however, you could always come to our class,” Shinso pointed out, making Juleka smile at the both of them. 

     “Wait, where would Mariposa go?” Holly noticed her name wasn’t on the board, and glanced at the older girl beside her.

      “Considering she is older, she will be part of the third years even though they will be graduating soon,” Aizawa explained as he looked at Mariposa and gave a kind, assuring look, “I know just the four that could accompany you while you stay here—“

      Suddenly, the lights in the room changed to read as alarms blared around them, everyone covering their ears. Aizawa closed his eyes and sighed, already predicting something like this would happen. And then, an automated calm voice sounded despite the warning bells still ringing.

      “—Emergency drill, emergency drill! Hypothetical villains have infiltrated UA High School grounds. Assistance from Hero Course Class A requested!—”

     “I-Is this normal?!” Marinette yelled through the noise, as Izuku gave an apologetic smile.

     “Please change into your hero costumes and report as soon as possible.”

      The walls suddenly popped out panels that opened to many briefcases on top of shelves that held numbers on them. Class A suddenly stood up and Iida turned to everyone with authority in his voice.

     “You heard the announcement, everyone. Let's do this!”

      Class-A cheered as Marinette and the others looked confused.

      “Er, wh-what is going on?” Sabrina asked before Sero appeared at her side and winked.

      “It’s kinda like a surprise test. To prepare students to react to real emergencies.” He explained and then Marinette frowned.

      “Do we have to participate too?”

      “It would be good to practice with everyone in action,” Izuku also stood by her with a smile, “After all, we’re going to need all the help we can get for future battles against the League and the new Hawkmoth. Why not check out what Class-A can do~?”

      Marinette raised a brow at him but sighed, “I guess you have a point.”

      “So, wait, what about those that are in the other class?” Adrien pointed his name on the board, “Bug, we’re not in the same class. How are we gonna work together for Guardian training?”

     “That’s a separate thing entirely,” Aizawa spoke from behind them as Class-A were heading out to change, “Fu is going to meet you young Guardians after classes. This will include Soul and Wu.“

      “You’re going to have to follow us since this is Class A only. By the way, my name is Itsuka Kendo, I’m your Rep for Class B,” The orange haired girl smiled as she placed her hand out.

        Nathaniel moved to shake her hand, “Nice to meet ya, Class Rep! I’m Nathaniel Kurtzberg.”

       Adrien didn’t look sure as he glanced back to see Marinette leaving with the others that are assigned to Class-A. It made him think that it was unfair that he, as Chat Noir, was to be separated from Ladybug. But he didn’t want to sound like he was complaining, and he had to think of the positives. At least he knew some people in the new class.

     “Anyways, Adrien-kun, right?” Kendo chirped as she got his attention and smiled kindly, “I know that it’s hard to be in a new environment and to be surrounded by strangers, but I hope that we as your new classmates that we can make you feel welcome and become comrades!”

     “Indeed,” Monama appeared beside the girl and smirked, “After all, you’re in the best class. You’re lucky to be in a class that has the strongest, smartest and most talented individuals around~”

      The blond turned to Juleka and gave a smile and wink, and Juleka felt her stomach flutter as she looked away while pushing her hair behind her ear.

     “Is that so?” Nathaniel questioned, glancing at Kendo, who just sighed tiredly.

    Marc, Aurore and Mirielle walked over to them and thank god the alarm stopped so they could talk properly again.

      “So, i-if Class A are doing that test thing, what are Class B doing?” Marc asked. 

      “We will be getting to know one another,” The large man with white hair and the red body suit spoke up, his strict and scary face almost freaking some of the Parisians out as he continued, “I am Vlad King, I am to be your homeroom teacher so if you have any questions, you can come to me.”

     “Oh! I suppose since you are staying in U.A. this means that you’ll be assigned to Heights Alliance,” The one named Awase spoke up as he stood beside Monoma and Kendo, “Vlad King, should we just show them to their rooms and have them settled?”

    “Sounds like a good idea,” Vlad King hummed, and looked to the new students under his wing, “Come along. And then, we can have a teachable bonding time with trust exercises.”

     Adrien watched his friends mingle with Class-B, still feeling sort of nervous of being far from the others like Marinette and Nino. Usually, he’d be stoked to be making new friends…it was his dream. Especially since they were all future heroes. But, the inkling feeling of something bad was going to happen gnawed in his mind. 

    “Adrien?”

    The blond snapped out of it as he saw Nathaniel, Juleka and Marc in front of him, looking concerned.

    “Are you alright?” The red head asked, and Adrien smiled weakly.

    “I-I’m…I’ll be okay,” He said honestly, “I guess I’m just feeling on edge after everything that’s happen. Not to mention, I don’t think I can relax at the moment with my Da—with Gabriel alive and trying to get to me.”

    “For now, at least the adults had temporarily kept him and the others in the cult at bay. Fighting them through political and social means is gonna be complicated,” Nathaniel tapped his chin, “Not to mention if Gabriel is sponsoring new heroes like Themis…I can understand why you feel the way you do.”

    “While I know that being in this school and training ourselves is important…I dunno, I feel like we could do other important things?” Adrien was fiddling with his hands, and even touching over his ring, “Is that selfish of me to think? That I just wanna get out there and confront Gabriel?”

    “I think I’d be surprise if you weren’t affected by all this. So I’d understand that you’d feel impatient and want to face the man that you thought was your father…but Adrien, we should plan things before we start jumping the gun on things. This isn’t like in the past where it’s just you and Marinette fighting Hawkmoth like the villain of the week.”

    “I know,” Adrien let out a frustrated sound while rubbing at his messy blond hair.

     “W-we’ll face off against them when we’re ready,” Marc assured Adrien, placing their hand on their friend’s shoulder with a small smile, “Just…”

     “Be patient. I know, I know…I just hate waiting…”

     Juleka was silently placing a hand on Adrien’s shoulder and squeezed it as if, in her own way, she was giving the blond some assurance that he wasn’t alone. That there were people in his corner. Adrien smiled, appreciating the sentiment.

     “…Thanks, guys. Really, I…I’m glad that you are my friends,”

     The three smiled as they all gave Adrien a hug, before the four of them went to follow their new classmates, Adrien trying to push that gut feeling aside for now.

    ”At the moment, our tactical information is limited. But we know that villains have infiltrated Ground Beta. Even if this is only a drill, we will carry out this mission as though lives are on the line.” 

     Ladybug listened as the Rep for Class A spoke, her hands on her hips while looking over the city they were in and saw smoke rising in one of the buildings. She took a breath, stepping back a few before bringing out her yo-yo and started spinning.

    “You’re heading out without them?” Carapace nodded his head at Class-A, watching Ingenium karate chopping the air with one hand as he kept on his lecture and loud strategizing, “What if you get in trouble?”

    “It’s not like it’s real danger?” Ladybug gestured to the empty city a raised brow, “Besides, I rather we get this over with so we can do actual important things.”

     “That’s right. We still need to think about my mother and the cult she’s working with.” Queen Bee stated with Shoto standing beside her.

     “While I agree, Monsieur Aizawa still insists we should follow the rules,” Rayures pointed out, the Tiger Heroine glancing over at her new classmates, but blushed then looked away when Cellophane smiled and waved at her.

     Shoto tilted his head, “Since whendo we follow the rules?”

     Queen Bee snickered and nudged him gently with a grin, “Shoto-baby…”

     “It’s not like I said anything strange? With everything we’ve been through, we haven’t exactly gotten a good track record on doing as we are told.”

      “True. Alright, so we just do our own thing?”

      “Hold on,” Deku appeared next to them with a frown, “We’re not in Paris or America anymore. Meaning we’re gonna have to do things differently than what we were doing before,“

      “It’s odd you’re being a damn hypocrite, Deku,” Dynamight snorted as he soon started walking off, “Spots is right, let’s just get this over with.”

      “Er, Bakugo? You're going the wrong way?” Shinkusame called out as he followed after him along with Ladybug and Onagadori, and Dynamight was quick to pull at Chargebolt’s (Kaminari) back collar, dragging him.

    “Ah? W-what’s happening?” The electrical hero blinked, looking around in confusion.

     Dynamight grunted, “We're looking for villains. Leave the rescuing to the extras.” 

     “H-Huh? Wait, seriously?!”

     “Is it wise to bring him along?” Shinso asked as he adjusted his Persona Cord around his neck, placing it on his face now as Bonnie Blanche bounced beside him, “I mean, he isn’t exactly up to speed on things,”

     “Either way, let’s just follow Kat—er, Dynamight’s lead for now,” Ladybug stated as she soon was swinging her yo-yo up and kicked off to another building. 

      Dynamight soon activated his quirk, blasting off while holding Chargebolt loosely and ignoring the other blond’s screaming and yelling.

     “Haaa…I hope there’s no grading in this,” The Shark Miraculous user hand his hands in his hips, watching them go before he saw Shinso swinging after Ladybug with his scarf and Bonnie Blanche flying off with her umbrella, “Guess we should get going, huh Dori-chan?”

     The Rooster Miraculous holder smiled, as she suddenly was floating in the air and grabbed for Shinkusame’s hand, the two flying off.

      Shoto watched them go the opposite direction before looking at Queen Bee and Rayures, “Should we follow?”

      “You guys!”Momo, dressed as her hero persona Creati, sighed in exasperation and pouted, “You’re in U.A. now! Meaning, we’re going to have to all work together and follow the right protocol when doing hero work!”

      Avarius looked over at the girl with a raised brow, wondering why she wasn’t using the Swan Miraculous. We should have a talk about that…

     “And yet, we’ve been though this song and dance before and have succeeded under Sir Nighteye’s tutelage,” Neim replied coolly while Howler stood at his side smiling, “So this kind of mock hero work is a waste of time.”

     “Neim’s got a point,” The Monkey hero was twirling his staff with a chuckle, “But I think we should help our new friends considering we’re gonna be classmates for the remainder of our stay.”

      “Fine.” Queen Been glanced at Shoto, “Wanna take out the fire?”

      “Sounds like a plan.”

     “HEY! NEW PEOPLE!” Ingenium was making hand gestures as he yelled at them, “WE HAVE A PLAN AND SHOULD FOLLOW THROUGH WITH IT! NOT TO MENTION WE HAVE A CIVILIAN TO RESCUE!”

     “We do?” Carapace questioned as a pink skinned girl was sighing with a huff.

     “Seriously? These guys act all high and mighty, it’s kinda annoying,” She complained to Iida, “Not to mention how Midoriya and them left us during our Nabu Island trip and come back with new friends and acting like they’re already Pro-Heroes.”

      “I…kinda have to agree with Pinky on this,” Uravity, Ochako’s hero identity, said quietly as she was pressing her index fingers together, “I still have a lot of questions…”

      “WE DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!” Ingenium yelled in aggravation once more, the hand chopping going even faster, “WE ARE ON A TIME CONSTRAINT MISSION HERE!”

      Uncanny Valley titled her head before glancing at Spilornis, “What should we do now?“

      “Let’s go and rescue the civilian.” The Eagle hero stated, and thus the two started to fly off.

    “HEY!” Ingenium once more was yelling at the two disappearing off, shaking his fist at them, “YOU TWO GET BACK HERE OR I WILL BE REPORTING YOU TO AIZAWA SENSEI!”

    Deku could feel his eye twitch for a moment, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

    Trickster Tails looked at his face and grinned, “Aw c’mon, Iz! You’re being a buzzkill. It seemed like yesterday you were totally into being a little shit and doing your own thing~”

     “That’s different. I had to adjust what I know when I was Usadori,” Deku titled his head as he glanced at her, “Besides, now that we’re in U.A., we’re gonna have to keep low-key and just strategize our next moves.”

     “And train?”

     “Exactly.”

     The Fox Heroine twirled her flute with a raised brow, “Alrighty. But, we still need to talk about that Sheep Miraculous.”

     “No.” 

     A scoff sounded from Trickster Tails, “And why not?”

     Izuku let out a huff.

      “Because, you weren’t supposed to see that nor should we mess up the the time stream than we already have—don’t be looking at me like that.”

      “Kats is right. You are being a hypocrite.”

       Deku looked upset for a second, before the Fox Heroine sighed.

       “Sorry.”

       “I-It’s fine. I mean, I know I am being one but…I just don’t want to have any surprises sprung up on us. And, I don’t want Ladybug nor Shinso to be mad at me again for going rogue.”

       Trickster Tails got that. She knew that both Marinette and Hitoshi always did argue with Izuku when it came to knowing future stuff and how they went about things. But she wondered what got Izuku into being a stickler for the rules now of all times. Was it because they were now in the hero school? Or was Japan that strict?

     Suddenly, an explosion happened and the two looked up with the rest of the younger heroes.

     “…Was that Dynamight?”

     Deku narrowed his eyes and huffed, “I know Kacchan’s explosion. This isn’t his.”

  “…Huh…”

     Shinso was staring at the floating young lady above them and raised a brow.

     ‘I didn’t think we’d be seeing Nejire-chan of all people this soon…’

     “Hey! Hey! Hey~! There are still villains to deal with!” Nejire Hado stated, then hummed while placing a finger over her chin, “Do you guys remember me? I'm a villain today, did you know that?”

     “Is she someone we should be careful with?” Ladybug asked, glancing at Dynamight, who smirked.

     “Nope~” He soon readied his hands, his palms sparking some mini-explosions to set off, “If she’s here, then the Sunny Moron and Dragon Breath should be around here.”

     Ladybug looked confused at the nicknames, but felt her instinct kick in when feeling another presence approaching them.

     “Not just her! I'm also a bad guy!”

     Ladybug observed that it was a tall young man with rather pale skin. His ears are longer than most, their tips pointy and somewhat elf-like. He has messy, dark indigo hair, which sticks out behind his head, and thin, tired-looking eyes, partially covered by his bangs. Although his uniform looked like it is straight out of a fantasy game on how he wore his cloak and hood, wearing a mask with transparent purple lens.

      “Oh. Suneater is here too,“ Shinkusame said casually as he waved to the hunched over hero, “HEyyyyyY Amajiki! Good to see you again, senpai!”

      Suneater made a face, shivering, “Oh no, who are you?”

    “Wha—? OH!” The Shark Hero laughed, “It’s me, Red Riot…er, had a costume and name change lately…”

    “Huh…M-Mirio did say that there will be new people…” Suneater then whined, “But I-I didn’t think there would be this much change. Man. Why'd they have to drag me into this? I feel like everyone's staring.”

    Ladybug felt herself sweat drop before looking at Shinkusame warily, “Is this…also normal?”

    Shinkusame grinned, “Yup~ Don’t worry, he’s a good guy. He’s just…introverted.”

    “I'll just pretend they're potatoes. Yeah, there are no heroes here. Only starches.” Suneater stared at them for a moment, before turning around and walking away, “I'm going home.”

     Dynamight felt a tick of anger coming on as he marched after him, “Ohhhh no you don’t, you damn villain.”

     This got Suneater alert as he started running away screaming while the blond chased after him, explosion after explosion behind him.

     Nejire blinked slowly as she floated down and puffed her cheeks out.

     “Tamaki! You silly! We’re supposed to be the bad guys! You can't bounce, now! You have a big part to play!” She turned to the rest of them and pointed her finger at them, “And don't any of you move, either! Or it'd be bad!…Because I'm a fearsome villain right now!”

    “…This is stupid.” Shinso sighed as he was already pulling his scarf sharply in hand, “Bonnie. If you please.”

    Nejire yelped as a portal appeared on her left, a cute blue shoe kicked her into another portal that appeared on Nejire’s right, and Bonnie Blanche peeked out with a salute before both portals vanished. Shinso positioned himself, looking up when a portal appeared above him and he threw his capture weapon up, feeling he caught something. Smirking, he pulled down and watched as Nejire was falling fast and landed with a thud, then tied up thanks to the brain-washer’s scarf. 

     “Hooray! We captured the villain!” The Rabbit heroine cheered as she appeared beside Shinso, who tighten his grip on holding Nejire down, “Does this mean we win?”

     “Urgh! No fair! How did you beat me?!” Nejire whined as the two teens looked down at her, but she then looked up and her eyes widened, “Ah~! Ryuhime~!”

      A gasp escaped Shinso as he saw a familiar sunset coloured Dragon Heroine bomb diving towards them, and Ladybug was quick to use her yo-yo to try and make a grab for her. But the Dragon Heroine gave a smile before she was ducking herself down, dodging every time Ladybug was trying to rope her and even had to fly higher and away from them.

     “Feels like training back with Nighteye all over again,” Shinso murmured, looking to Bonnie Blanche appearing beside him, “Only this time, I think Long-senpai isn’t going to go easy on us.”

     “Does this mean Lemillion is close by?” The Rabbit Miraculous holder asked, looking around.

      Shinso narrowed his eyes, “…If that’s the case—“  

      The two suddenly moved away as a figure appeared before them, and Shinso looked up.

      Mirio, dressed as Lemillion today, was smiling at them and waving.

      However, a familiar Monkey Hero appeared out of nowhere as well and smiled, waving his hand as he twirled his staff and suddenly pressed it against Mirio.

       “Uproar~!”

        The blond hero let out a help as he was suddenly falling back down, thanks to his quirk, but blinked as it stopped halfway, making him stuck on the ground. Howler grinned and looked up at Ryuhime and jumped up high to her level, already spinning his staff and ready to touch her with it. Ryuhime was caught off guard as she squealed and tried to dodge Howler, feeling herself fall and caught in Ladybug’s trap of her yo-yo tying her up easily. Mirio laughed weakly as he looked at the Miraculous heroes surrounding him.

     “I-I gotta say, I’m impressed you guy caught on!” The strong looking blond laughed, grinning, “Good job!”    

      Shinso smirked as he stood over Lemillion, “Learnt from the best, after all.”

     “Awwwww Mirio!” Nejire whined as Ladybug placed Setsuko down next to her while Shinkusame and Onagadori were guarding her, “You were our last hope!”

     “I should check up on Katsuki,” Ladybug swung herself up and onto another building, going to the direction where Suneater and Dynamight went. 

     Shinso watched her leave, but then suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit him and placed a hand over his mouth. Well, this feels like a familiar sensation…

     De-transforming, Rose rushed at his side while Fluff rested on top of his hair, patting his hair as if comforting Shinso.

      “Hito, what’s wrong?”

      “Something’s about to happen…”

       Rose also felt a wave of a migraine hit her, groaning and then looked at him, “…Does it have to do with the Rabbit Miraculous?”

        Shinso nodded, “We gotta catch up to Ladybug. Now.”

       Howler spoke up, “I’ll handle the seniors. You two go ahead.”

      “No, we’ll handle Mirio-senpai, Nejire-san and Setsuko-senpai,” Kagami, transforming back to normal and had Orikko resting on her shoulder with a snack while Kirishima also transformed back and held Nepp closely, “You go with Shinso-kun and Rose-chan.“

     “I don’t know what’s going on, but I wanna come too!” Chargebolt stepped up as he smiled over at Howler with a wink, “Foursomes are better than a threesome, am I right?”

     The Monkey Heroine looked confused while Rose giggled and Shinso shook his head. 

     With that said, Rose transformed back as she then created a portal, ushering Shinso, Howler and Chargebolt into it, the portal closing behind them.

   Ladybug narrowed her eyes when she spotted both Suneater and Dynamight going head to head with each other. Looks like the older male decided to fight rather than run, and the exploding hero was giving his all as well. Gripping her yo-yo, she threw it in the air.

     “LUCKY CHARM!”

     She let her Lucky Charm drop into her hands and blinked when seeing it. 

     A pepper shaker?

     The spotted heroine rolled her eyes up in exasperation, but started looking around to see what she could use this Charm for. Narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t see anything lighting up through her vision. Was there…something missing?

     It was then, out of nowhere, a red like mist surrounded them. Ladybug frowned, placing a hand over her mouth and nose while Dynamight and Suneater paused in their fight, looking around dumbly before they started to yawn. They swayed in place before they suddenly dropped to the ground with a thud, and then, it was quiet. Ladybug tighten her grip onto the pepper shaker as she looked around, her heart picking up in slight apprehension and keeping her guard up. And suddenly, the mist was blown by a strange wind.

     “Whew! Honestly, I thought that they would never stop. Devil and Ghost did a great job.”      Ladybug blinked as she turned her head to see that there were five familiar masked faces and she stepped back for a moment, but then blinked when the one that spoke de-transformed in front of her. It was a male her age, with skin pale with a hue of cool purple as if dead, hair as dark as the night sky and blood red eyes.

    “Please, we come in peace…”

    Ladybug narrowed her eyes, “…What are you doing here? Vampire, was it?”

    “Vampyre, but yes. Although, if you need my civilian name, you may address me as Basil Vladovsky.”

     Ladybug blinked as he tried to smile, although she saw the fangs he had on, and tried not to look freaked out. It seemed Basil saw her expression and stopped smiling, sighing.

     A chuckle left the hairy wolf-like being beside him, “Aw, Bas, don’t be disappointed. Not everyone is used to your…unique smile.”

     That person also de-transformed as well, showing it was another teenage boy, this one taller than Basil. His eyes were a shining brown, almost having a gold shine to them and shaggy brownish blond hair. Ladybug was somewhat reminded of a taller Adrien the way he was smiling.

     “I’m Callum Woolfe! Nice to meet you, Ladybug! Huge fan!” He introduced himself, placing his hand out to shake.

     “Er, okay?” Ladybug looked at the hand for a moment, and tentatively took his finger instead, shaking it awkwardly.

      Callum snickered, “Blimey, you are too adorable,”

      A grunt sounded and Callum looked at the quiet looking person and Callum patted the person’s arm and turned to them. Ladybug looked at the person and had to conclude this one was called…Gargoyle?

     “Relax, amigo~! We can trust Ladybug. Right, Ladybug?”

      Ladybug stayed quiet as she looked to Callum, but she glanced up seeing Shinso arriving with Bonnie Blanche, Howler and that Electric Hero, Chargebolt. It was then she saw her Lucky Charm activating at Chargebolt, then her pepper shaker and then towards the Moonlight Hunters.

      “You…didn’t explain why you all are here?” Ladybug spoke, trying to keep their attention on her as Shinso caught her look. 

      The purple haired male looked to the other three with him and placed a finger over his lips, as if to silence them. Bonnie nodded with a smile, while Howler and Chargebolt looked at each other. However, before the could react, a heavy fog surrounded them and suddenly Chargebolt let out a scream, vanishing into thin air. Howler was spinning his staff, smacking it to the ground to create a gust of wind, blowing the fog away. His eyes narrowed at seeing a ghostly figure floating in front of him, narrowing their glowing eyes back.

     “Oh, no, nooo~ This won’t do~” A cooing sweet voice spoke as a red coloured figure with horns and a spaded tail flipped over the ghost figure and suddenly blew a kiss at Howler, “Sweet dreams, monkey boy~”

      Howler coughed as red dust was sprayed over him and in seconds, his eyes rolled back before falling to the ground with a thud. Shinso’s eyes widened as he and Bonnie Blanche jumped back in time before they were hit, but Shinso felt his a whole being taken over as his world turned black.

     Bonnie Blanche landed on a high platform, looking over at her partner, who was crouched down and holding himself.

     “H-Hito?”

     Shinso looked up and his eyes were glowing, as he silently but quickly used his capture weapon to grab at the Rabbit heroine, tying her up and pulling her towards him. Bonnie Blanche screamed as she was taken out, and down below, Ladybug heard the sound and looked up frantically.

    “As we said, we do not mean any harm. But, should you try and attack us again, we will defend ourselves,” Basil spoke, looking up when four bodies were thrown in between him and Ladybug, all four of the teen heroes  were unconscious like Dynamight and Suneater.

     Ghost and Devil appeared back to their team’s side, and both of them de-transformed, showing they were two different female teens. The ghost one had almost silvery blond hair and dark hooded eyes while the other girl had fiery scarlet hair and blue violet eyes. Ladybug was almost immediately reminded of Aster. 

     “My name is Daphne Hydra. And this is Yurei Seishin.” The red head pointed to herself then to the girl beside her, then pointed to the quiet boy who de-transformed, showing he was a really tall tan skinned young man with dark chestnut hair and forest green eyes, “And this is Jude Cabrero,” 

    The one named Jude just stared at Ladybug, then looked away without saying anything.

    “…Wake up my friends. Now.” The spotted French heroine demanded calmly, her eyes glaring at the five.

     Basil sighed, “Not until we have your word that you will not attack us.”

     “We actually came to talk to you about Themis and her team.” Daphne responded, stepping forward.

     Suddenly, a poof of blue smoke appeared as a figure stepped out, standing with his staff up against Daphne’s chin. The Wizard narrowed his eyes, scowling.

      “Daphne…”

      “…Aster…”

      De-transforming, Aster stared at the other red head a few minutes more before he sighed, lowering his staff, “You should not have come here.”

      Daphne snorted, “Neither should you. Guess we’re both family disgraces.”

      Ladybug sighed, already de-transformed to Marinette considering the teens in front of her did. If they trust me so much, I should do the same.

      “Okay. I swear on the Miracle Box that I will not attack you.” She said with a hand over her heart and then looked at the five, “Now, please snap my friends back to unconsciousness or whatever you just did to them…”

      Aster sighed as he called for Hecca and waved his hand in gesture, the Kwami soon was flying over the sleeping group, waking them.

      Popping his eyes open immediately, Dynamight soon sat up and was aiming his gaze towards the strangers, his palms already crackling in warning, “Villains…”

      This caused the five to flinch with mixtured looks of hurt, anger and shame. Marinette noticed this and was about to say something when Howler of all people stepped forward and tapped his bo-staff onto Dynamight’s shoulder. This caused the blond to let out a strangled groan when suddenly the popping sounds of his quirk stopped, replaced with bubbles instead. 

     “Argh! What the hell—?”

     “Sorry, Kats. But I believe Marinette wishes to talk to these people,” The Monkey hero looked at the pig-tailed girl and winked, “Go ahead, Marinette.”

      Marinette smiled gratefully at him before looking at the Moonlight Hunters, “So, start explaining. Why are you here? You said something about Themis?”

       Relieved that they were being heard, Basil launched into their reason for being here.

      “Themis is already forming her new hero group, almost similar to you and Chat Noir’s old team line-up.”

     This surprised Aster and Marinette the two looking at each other before looking bak at the pale looking teen

     “And…how do you know this?” Aster asked.

     This was when Callum was bringing his phone up and showing an article flashing on the screen.

     “Themis introduces new teammates: Melodie, Gavroche, Kid Mime and Yamikumo.”

      And indeed, in the pictures, showed four hero themed teens next to a proud looking Themis. 

      The first one was a girl with platinum blond hair wearing a jumpsuit with a white torso and black lower half. On her torso is a massive black treble clef on a staff. At the base of her jumpsuit was a series of white musical notes, which made an infinity symbol. She had white boots and dark gray gloves. Across her face was a white mask, black bent eight note around one of her eyes on the mask. This girl looked looked like she would be the Rena Rouge of the team, considering a flute was hanging on her left hip.

      Next, was a mocha skinned male wearing silver goggles with black lines over the eyes and yellow-green lenses. He appears to have worn a green and white hoodie jacket, with the hood over his head and white stripes over his shoulders and around his hood. His hands were covered with white gloves. This looked to be the Carapace of the team.

      The person next to him was a grinning tall boy with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue mask with a thick white line underneath each eye. He wore a blue suit that was white from his neck to his shoulders with three blue dots down each side of his neck. There were also white gloves and a white line that went down each side of his body.

       Lastly, there was a lean masked young man with dark raven hair and blood red eyes, dressed in what seems to be Black jumpsuit with glowing amber like linings, even having a furred belt that almost resembled a tail. In a way, he looked like an inverted male version of Volpina. And judging by the way he stood next to Themis, he seemed to be her partner. Her Chat Noir. 

      “Yamikumo?” Shinso hummed as he looked at the article, raising a brow, “Never heard of him.”

      “I’ve never heard of the rest of them either.” Marinette stared at Themis and Yamikumo for a moment before looking back at the Moonlight Hunters, “And so? What’s the problem?”

      “Er, maybe we should move this conversation somewhere else?” Luka, de-transforming back to his civilian form, spoke with a concerned look while glancing at Suneater and Chargebolt watching them.

      Marinette noticed, “Oh! Right, er, maybe we should go to Monsieur Aizawa and talk in private?”

       Adrien blinked his eyes as he looked around him to see he was back in a familiar empty space once more.

       ‘Am I dreaming again?’

      The blond sighed, realising that he was about to experience a memory of some sort once again. The thing is, was it going to be that Hisashi guy again? 

       “He should be here by now if that was the case.” Adrien spoke out loud to himself as he rubbed at his arm, feeling a sense of awkwardness of being alone, “To think me taking a nap in my new dorm room would make me deep sleep like this…”

       “I will give you everything you want if you agree to join me. You have my word. Choice to those without power. Mercy to those who have sinned.”

        Adrien blinked as he was suddenly in a dark room with no windows and only one door, and the air was…dense and cold. He heard coughing and soon turned his head to see a young man curled in on himself, his hand over his mouth and the other hand over his stomach. The man looked in about his twenties, with shaggy white hair and pale skin. 

        Adrien felt sorry for him.

       He soon heard the door click open and a tall looming figure stepped in. Adrien squinted to see the man’s features, but somehow his facial expression was covered in static as if censored from the blond’s vision.

       “You've stopped eating again. You're disintegrating into nothing.”

       Adrien watched them as they talked, the conversation suddenly distorted as if being drowned under water. It was hard to hear, and Adrien wanted to step closer to listen.

       “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

        Adrien was sopped by a clawed hand and the blond thought it was Hisashi once more, but was surprised that this time it was a different Cat Hero. This one had short, spiky, ginger salmon hair, and somewhat thin red eyes that are slanted slightly downwards. He almost reminded Adrien of Dynacat in a way, but Adrien saw peaks of a scar behind his mask.

         “…You’re not Monsieur Midoriya?”

         “Way to state the obvious, kid.” The new cat hero glanced at the other and raised a brow, “Although I am impressed you are connected to One-For-All. Not many of the Cats before me could see the memories of that guy…”

         “What?” Adrien blinked, “One-For-All?”

         There goes that term again. Izuku said it was part of his power.

         “…” The mystery cat hero sighed as he rolled his eyes up, before folding his arms, “I assume you have questions. So make it quick to ask before you are suddenly woken up again.”

        Adrien flailed for a moment, already scrambling his brain into what to say next, not noticing how amused the older cat hero looked watching him. The blond then calmed down, before he glanced up at the other.

       “What…s-should I call you?”

       Somehow this caught the man off guard, before he then sighed, “…I suppose if I had to name myself, I would be Kuroneko. Something that Bọ rùa had named me when we were still—“

      “Bo…who?”

      “…She was my Ladybug.“

      Adrien winced at the hinted protective tone that Kuroneko had when talking about his Ladybug, “R-right. So, um, how am I speaking to you? Is this real?”

       “It is very much real,” Kuroneko explained as the room melted away, sending the vision of the two men away as they were now in some sort of ruins that had a single throne placed in the middle of it, “It is thanks to your Kwagatama that Plagg-san has gifted you from your last birthday.”

        “Oh!” Adrien pulled something from his jacket pocket and held up what seems to be a pendant on a silver chain, “This thing?”

       “Correct.”

       Adrien accepted that.

       “You said I was connected to One-For-All. How?”

       “It is thanks to me,” Kuroneko pointed at himself, “I was the second wielder of that power.”

       “Does this mean that I—?”

       “No, you cannot wield One-For-All like Ninth can.”

       “Ninth?”

        “The one you call Izuku.”

        “Right.” Adrien hummed, looking at his Kwagatama, “Can I summon any Cat Hero?”

        “Ones that have passed on. Your explosive buddy, the hypnotist, Your Lady and the capped one do not count. ”

        To Adrien, he thought that made sense. Considering Bakugo, Shinso, Marinette and Nino are still alive. And they were temporary.

       “What about Izuku? Will he use the Cat to one day?”

       “…”

       Adrien watched the man’s facial expression, and wasn’t sure if the other didn’t have an answer or he didn’t want to say it. The current cat holder decided to change the subject.

       “Who were those two guys we saw a while ago?”

       Relief washed over Kuroneko for a moment before he hummed, “The man in the suit is All-For-One. A villain that has terrorised many for decades. And the biggest enemy of yours. Meanwhile the pathetic weakling he was talking to was his brother. And the First User of One-For-All.”

        Folding his arms, Adrien let that information settle in his mind, before he looked back at Kuroneko, “Was there a Butterfly Villain when you were still alive?”

        “No. However, we did have a Fox Villain.”

         This surprised Adrien, as he blinked, “A…fox villain?”

        “She was someone that worked with AFO and someone that kept guard on First before we rescued him. A talented thief.” Kuroneko explained with a tired voice, “Apparently she tried stealing some of the Miraculous from the Miracle Box when the Jade Turtle was on the run. She managed to swipe the Pendant of the Fox, and it is how that Guardian assigned me and Bọ rùa with our Miraculous. And we eventually took the Fox Miraculous back, but…we lost our lives because of that.”

         Adrien could see the sorrow the man had and wanted to reach out and comfort him, but his thoughts were muddled into the story he was told. 

         ‘A fox…’ Adrien thought as he tapped his chin, ‘If I remember correctly, Master Fu had lost the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous when the Celestial Temple was destroyed by Feast. And they weren’t found until a few years later when it was in the hands of Gabriel Agreste…’

      Kuroneko watched as Adrien’s thoughts swirled, then quirked a brow, “I’m surprised you’re not asking the important question of all?”

      The snapped the current Cat Hero out of his thoughts and looked up, “Which is…?”

       “What happened to the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculous and how it was obtained?“

        Adrien frowned, “…Are you going to tell me?”

        A sharp smile was on the man’s face, “That’s for another Cat hero to answer.”

        “Somehow I had a feeling that was going to be an answer,” Adrien sighed before he felt his world shift, “Don’t tell me…”

        “Time to wake up.”

        “Adrien.”

        The blond’s eyes snapped open before he looked over to see Izuku standing over him, his eyes knowing.

         “…Good dream?”

         Adrien narrowed his eyes, “What do you think?”

         Izuku smiled brightly, chuckling, “It seems you learnt something~”

         Sitting up, the former model rubbed his eyes before he then gave a stare, quirking his brow up while Izuku just stood there with a cheeky grin. Something told the blond that Izuku somehow knows just exactly what happened. It wouldn’t surprise Adrien really if the green haired male did.

        “Anyways, I came to get you. Our Lady has a meeting with the other guardians and Master Fu to talk about what to do with the Moonlight Hunters.”

         “Moonlight Hunters?”

         Izuku nodded, “Oh yeah. Apparently, they want a truce and an alliance with us.”

         Adrien got out of bed slowly, “And are we going to?”

         “I think it would be good to have them on our side.” Izuku said happily, waiting for Adrien as the two soon were out of the room and walking to where Master Fu was staying, “Especially considering that Gabriel is already forming a teen team of his own.”

         Adrien frowned at the mention of his so called father turned uncle as he hummed, “I don’t think Gabriel would take me being emancipated lying down.”

        “Nope~ In fact, he is now making a campaign to get you back by swaying public opinion about you. Saying that you were brainwashed and kidnapped~” Izuku pointed out and Adrien paled, “Luckily, not everyone believes him. I suppose it is because your mother’s family is also participating in this social media warfare.“

        “Grandfather and Grandmother are?”

         “Both Lord Emil and Lady Milly Graham de Vanily are making their statements that they want you and Felix in their custody,” Izuku hummed while tilting his head from side to side, nonchalantly, “I’m pretty sure they’re gonna go against Amelie-san in family court.”

         “What…what about Fa—Gabriel’s side of the family?”

          Izuku blinked, “Do you mean Gabriel’s parents, your grandparents, Johnny and Gabrielle Grassette?”

          Adrien narrowed his eyes, “…You know their names?”

          Izuku smiled, making bunny ears with his hands.

         “Ah. That makes sense.”

         “But fear not! I suggested to Aizawa-Sensei to contact them~”

         Adrien’s eyes widened, “I…get to meet them?”

         “Actually, it was Amelie-san’s idea. Apparently when they heard the news about their son and how you’re gone, they wanted to check up on you and tried contacting anyone about your whereabouts. This included Amelie-san.”

          Adrien bit his lower lip, “And…do you know what they’re like?”

          Izuku softened, smiling a little, “They…are nicer than you can imagine. Makes me wonder where they went wrong with their son…”

         “Me too…” Adrien murmured, as he looked awkward, “Fuck, it makes me realise I don’t know Gabriel when he was still my father all too well.”

         “Don’t beat yourself up, Adri-kun.” Izuku nudge him and smiled weakly back, “I never knew my father either.”

          Adrien felt himself pause at that moment, stopping in his tracks and stared at Izuku’s calm stance. Perhaps he should finally say what he has to say, and took a breath.

          “….Izuku, I have to tell you something.”

            Izuku froze, his eyes widening and looking nervous, which confused Adrien for a moment. But he shook his head and focused on the task at hand. The blond knew that he should at least let the other boy know of Hisashi and what he saw last time.

          “Izuku, I talked with your father. I’m…I’m pretty sure I did! That day during our fight against Nine.”

          Adrien waited for the other’s reaction, who was blank faced and silent.

          “…Izuku, I know you heard me.”

          “I did. And I’m thinking that it’s impossible—“

          “Your dad was a previous Cat Holder.”

          “….”

         Adrien took a breath, “And…and you know what that means...“

         “…I do.”

         Izuku looked away as he placed a hand over his eyes, his lower lip wobbling.

        Adrien reached out to wrap his arms around Izuku and hugged him tightly, already feeling the One-For-All holder shaking and sniffling, “Izuku, I’m sorry.”

         “Mom…m-mom said he went away for a business trip. I-I wondered…why he never came back in years…”

          Adrien stayed quiet as Izuku silently cried, it was a first to the blond that Izuku was showing an emotion other than being a happy go lucky know-it-all with a cheeky streak and many secrets. In this moment, Adrien realised that Izuku had kept so much in…like Marinette. How much the growing hero had shouldered so much and thought he couldn’t trust anyone or show any weakness. It felt all too familiar. And so, Adrien just quietly comforted Izuku, letting his friend have a moment to grief and let it all out.

          “Don’t worry, Izuku. I’m here. It’s okay. You’re not alone.”

      Marinette looked at the time, frowning a bit. Where are Adrien and Izuku?

      They were here for a while as she (along with Shinso, Rose, Bakugo and Luka) met up with Aizawa and Amelie to introduce the Moonlight Hunters and explain what was going on. Thankfully, Tamaki Amajiki took the hint and brought Denki Kaminari back and returning him to Class-A. After that, Luka volunteered along with Rose to collect Eijiro, Shoto and Momo from class so they could be in this meeting and both Luka and Rose would remain in class to distract the others from questioning where they were. Shinso was allowed to stay considering he was Aizawa’s protege and Aster stayed because he knew one of the Moonlight Hunters personally. Master Fu was the last to join them.

       “So…” Aizawa hummed as he listened to both Marinette and Basil’s words, and finally sighed, “Moonlight Hunters ran away from their own Heroes’ Association that is being run by Tsurugi Industries, and apparently were to be in alliance with Paris’ new heroes?”

        “Yes,” The pale vampire like male nodded.

        “And, why should we care?” Shinso asked warily, and Daphne sighed.

        “Because we were threaten to carry out some insane tasks. And…we don’t want to be a part of it.”

        “Especially that none of us are British citizens except for Daphne,” Callum interjected with a frown, “Jude, Yurei and I are orphans from different countries and were raised in a place called The Nursery. Basil was sold off to some doctor guy and Daphne is apparently forced by her mother to join us. We were all picked up by the British Intelligence, trained to form this group and be disposed of if we go rogue.”

        “So like a suicide squad?” Bakugo asked with a grunt, arms folded, and eyebrow raised in suspicion, “Then why run when you could be killed?”

         “Because it’s either flee…or we do the mission.”

         “And what was the mission?” Amelie asked.

         The five looked at each other for a moment, and Basil spoke up shakily.

         “We were assign to assassinate Ladybug and Chat Noir. In public. Heroes turned villains by akumatization to set the stage for Themis and her new team to defeat us and win the hearts of the people all over the world.”

        Everyone in the room stared at the Moonlight Hunters in shock, that even Aizawa looked horrified at this.

       “What?!” Marinette gaped at them before she stood up, “That’s insane.”

       “There were other targets too…”

        Daphne pulled up her phone quietly as she showed a hologram popping on screen. Pictures of Thunderbird, Lady Dragon, Spilornis with Uncanny Valley and Sparrow, Ghost Force, even Pixie Girl and The Sorcerer were revealed right next to the pictures of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

       Aster growled as he fisted his hand, “This is basically a hit list.”

       “I…do not want to kill.” Yurei, the wispy girl next to Basil, spoke softly as she placed her hands over his lips and looked teary eyed, “No kill.”

       “We wish to be free and not fight anyone. And thus, we came to you, Ladybug.” Basil looked to Marinette with pleading eyes, “Because you are our only hope.”

      “Time out.” Bakugo placed his hands up before looking to the Ladybug holder, “Spots, what if they are lying?”

       Daphne stood up angrily, “Why would we lie?!”

      “I know Daphne. She’s many things, but a liar, she is not.” Aster defended calmly, but then glanced at the other four members of the Moonlight Hunters, “Can’t say I vouch for the others…”

       “Bakugo has a point. We don’t know them all that well, even if Aster is related to one of them,” Shinso agreed, sighing, “And they are also anomalies I’ve never faced before. How do we know that they aren’t going to stab us in the back when we’re not looking?”

        Marinette understood where the boys were coming, she did.

       “What do you three think?” She looked to the other three Guardians in training.

        “I believe them,” Kirishima spoke as he stared at them, “Because I can tell they are really scared of the adults that forced them into this mess, and that can’t be faked.”

        “Then again, they were trained. Meaning they could also be trained to get our guard down by pretending,” Momo pointed out but then hummed, “Perhaps we should bring Luka-kun back in here since he is a very good lie detector.”

      Shoto was quiet for the most part, having a thoughtful look on him. And then, he spoke up.

     “I’m with Kirishima.”

     Bakugo gave him a look, and Shoto explained.

     “If they were truly lying, they would not have snuck into U.A. just to talk. They would have immediately had taken us down. It was proven apparently when they easily took down even Suneater along with you, Rose-san, Shinso, Kaminari and Luka-san. But they did not kill you all on the spot.”

      This caused the explosion hero to snort and look away.

      Shoto looked to Marinette now, “Perhaps it would be best to wait on Adrien and Midoriya to get their answers on this too. Speaking of, I wonder where they are?”

      “…Maybe I should go look for them,” Marinette murmured as she was about to step out the room but blinked when the door opened to reveal Adrien and Izuku, “Oh! There you both are, I was going to…Why are both of your eyes red?”

      Adrien smiled weakly as Izuku was wiping his eyes and looking away. 

       “We…had a bonding moment.”

      The Ladybug holder raised a brow, but decided to let that go.

      “So, what did we miss?” The blond asked her partner, who sighed.

      “Basically? We got some runaways that wants to join us.”

      She managed to give the rundown on what happened, and meanwhile, Bakugo and Shoto approached Deku.

      “Are you okay, Midoriya?”

       Izuku sniffed, then gave a quick assuring smile at Shoto, “I’m okay. Just…had a heart to heart with Adrien about something.”

      Shoto softened, wanting to ask more information but decided against it for now. Bakugo, on the other hand, was staring at Izuku hard with an unreadable expression. Almost as if his eyes were examining the green haired male of anything out of place. Izuku frowned, giving a look back just a strong, making the blond look away with a sound of ‘Tch!’ with his teeth.

     Aizawa took a moment to close his eyes and take a breath, before he spoke, “I…will talk to All Might and Principal Nezu. Because taking in five more foreign problem children is going to be a lot.”

     “Since they are from London, I can also help out,” Amelie offered as she was bringing out her phone, but then huffed, “Especially since in a week, I do have to meet Momsie and the Duke of Westchestermunster…”

     Aizawa looked uncomfortable at that, while Adrien stepped forward.

      “I wanna be there when you meet Grandma and Grandpa,” Adrien paused before he corrected himself, “I mean…the grandparents that I thought were mine when I still thought Gabriel Agreste was my father.”

       Amelie looked surprised, and when she caught the sheepish look from Izuku, she understood. Smiling softly, she brought Adrien in a hug and then hummed.

       “Are you sure? I was thinking of meeting them on my own to explain everything…”

       The younger blond nodded, “I do. Especially since it seems they are worried about me. Although…”

        Amelie looked at her son worriedly, “Although?”

        “…I’m worried they’ll be disappointed? That I’m not their grandson really?”

       “Oh Adrien, my darling,” Amelie caressed his hair gently and smiled, touching the back of her fingers against his cheek, “You’ll still be their grandson even if not by blood. From what I have seen and heard from them, they are good people. Gabriel is honestly a shitty son to cut ties with wonderful people like them as family.”

      “Hime…” Aizawa drawled with a smile, even when he had a scolding tone.

       The British woman giggled, making a face at him as Aizawa rolled his eyes fondly.

        Adrien glanced over at Izuku, who just nodded his head with a smile, and Adrien couldn’t help but smile back. At least something good came with everything going on.

      Marinette folded her arms, looking to Kirishima, “Speaking of which, how is Kagami holding up on the news of her mother?”

      “There have been times that random people keep calling Gami saying they are working for Tsurugi Industries and trying to get her out of U.A. to meet up, but luckily the school has blocked anyone from outright kidnapping her. I heard it was the same for Chloe and Zoe.” Kirishima looked troubled, “I feel like they are going to be like prisoners in here since they can’t step out of U.A. without threats of being taken away.”

     “They won’t be,” Marinette assured him as she touched his arm, smiling warmly, “We’ll protect them. We’ll stick together. No one is going to be taken away. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

     Shoto didn’t relax even with those words, and Marinette had a feeling that the look he had on him was screaming protective. To all of them…or to a certain person?

       Fu hummed as he stroked his goatee, “I shall give Marianne a call to help as well. I am sure she might have more information on what is happening in London.”

      “Sounds good,” Aizawa hummed, and looked to the children, “With that said, meeting adjourned. Get plenty of rest since tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

     Aizawa soon sent the children back to their dorm and Master Fu excused himself to give his beloved a call. Aizawa glanced over at Amelie, who was tidying up the room and spoke with a sigh.

     “So…”

     Amelie glanced up at him after fluffing the pillows on the couch, expecting the tone that the man had, “So?”

     The erasure quirk user raised a brow as he stared at her back, then let out a deep sigh, “Are we not going to talk about the visit to Tartarus?”

     The woman growled as she whipped around and pointed a finger at him, “Don’t…don’t go there.”

     Aizawa looked pained as he continued, “The reports from Tsukauchi and Gran Torino…then the confirmation from both Shinso and Midoriya—” 

      Amelie grabbed something from the side as she screeched, “I SAID ENOUGH!”

      Aizawa moved his head as he heard the shatter of his favourite mug made an impact on the wall behind him, watching Amelie breathing heavily, tears in her eyes.

      “I…don’t want to hope again,”

       “Hime—”

       “NO! Shouta, I…” Amelie sobbed as she placed her hands over her eyes, “I can’t. Not again. We’ve been down this road before. With Missy. With the friends we lost, our old classmates we worked side by side with? A-and now you want me to believe that Oboro is possibly alive? And turned into a monster?”

      “I know…” Swallowing painfully, Aizawa spoke slowly, “But this time for sure--”

      “I dunno if Ebony’s heart can take anymore. Nor Hizashi or Nemuri’s. Or mine, for that mater,” Amelie murmured as she felt arms around her, and coughed, “The last time we hoped in finding Missy, and it was a dead end? Our friendship with Hizashi almost destroyed us. And it what caused Ebony’s mental shut down…she was never the same after that, and Sabine didn’t have the heart to blame us.“

      The words of ‘It’s what tore our relationship apart’ was left hanging in the air in silence, and Aizawa nodded. He knew that. He…didn’t want o bring false hope again on a lead that might not be even true.

     ...But if Midoriya was correct.

     “Sensei.” The green haired male stopped the man for a moment before heading out to find Adrien, “There’s something you should know.”

      Aizawa raised a brow, nodding his head to let the boy continue but noticed that Deku looked troubled. Whatever the boy wanted to say, it must’ve been something hard to say out loud.

    “Go ahead, Midoriya. I’m listening.”

    “…Oboro Shirakumo is alive.”

    “…”

     Deku’s face didn’t show any hesitation or lie, and Aizawa felt his stomach drop.

    “…Proof?”

    “Shinso can confirm. You can even ask him.” Deku said immediately and soon dropped another bombshell with a serious look, “And with Tokoyami having the Eagle Miraculous, I believe we can restore him the way he was before.”

     “Restore him?” Aizawa questioned, “What do you…?”

    “The man you once knew is a lot different than you remember,” The young man explained as he sighed, “He’s changed. It was because of All-For-One and the League. Sensei, Shirakumo-san is Kurogiri.”

    Even now, Aizawa found it hard to believe. But it wasn’t like the One-For-All user would make up something like that. Which meant that Izuku Midoriya must’ve found out using the Rabbit Miraculous.

    Amelie watched Aizawa’s expression as she took a breath, “When is the visit?”

    “After the Joint Training. Once that is done, myself and Present Mic will—“

    “Oh no. You are bringing me with you.” Amelie growled, poking at his chest and baring her teeth at him, “If what you’re saying is true, then I want to see it with my own bloody eyes.”

     Aizawa was quiet for a moment, staring into her eyes but eventually gave in. Amelie smiled in triumph, leaning up to kiss his cheek before she leaned against him, resting her head onto his chest. Aizawa softened, tightening his hold on her as he basked in the embrace. Just a little longer…

    Themis stared out the window for a moment, seeing the sun rising and how the light reflected over the city of Paris, especially the Eiffel Tower. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back and noticed someone was in the room with her, sitting on a chair in the shadows. Narrowing her eyes, she took off the “blindfold” of a mask to show the fierce weariness behind those grayish gold eyes.

     “…You didn’t have to check up on me, Yamikumo.”

    A chuckle escaped the figure as he stepped out into the light, the “hero” giving a lopsided grin.

    “And not make sure My Lady is alright? I mean we did good out there,” He spoke calmly with an air of dramatics, walking over to stay side by side with her, “What? Not liking that you’re finally living your dreams?”

    Themis was quiet for a moment, her eyes full of mixed emotions. It almost looked like she was conflicted with the way she was biting her lower lip and fiddling with her hands. This caused Yamikumo’s smile to drop, now looking concerned for his new partner.

     “Talk to me, Alya.”

     The girl took a shaky breath before looking at the boy, reaching a hand out to brush the dark bangs from his eyes before moving the mask away to show his full face to her, “I told you not to call me that anymore.”

     “It’s just us, don’t worry. And I told you to call me Mikumo when we’re alone,” The young man pouted, leaning against her hand as the back of her fingers brushed over the freckles dusting over his cheeks, “Not like anyone dares to disturb us anyway.”

     “How are the team? Are they resting now?”

      Mikumo didn’t like the subject change, but sighed as he stepped back and stood straight, “They’re lights out as soon as they got into their respective rooms. I’m telling ya, it was a good idea that Tsurugi Industries were kind enough to give us the Le Grand Paris as our headquarters.”

      “They’re our sponsors. Of course they’re going to treat us well if we’re ever to be in tip top shape as heroes and save Paris,” Alya hummed before she looked out the window again, before making her way to the sliding doors and out the balcony, “But…there’s still some questions that I have. I am drawing a blank on how we came to this? I mean, Ladybug and Chat Noir traitors and going AWOL to make their own Miraculous Army? That they might be involved of Hawkmoth and Mayura’s recent escape from prison? And the fact the rumours of them kidnapping rich kids like Adrien, Kagami and even Chloe?”

       Alya groaned as she placed her hand over her forehead, feeling a migraine coming on.

      “Hey, hey. Nope. None of that.” Mikumo took her hand and squeezed it, “Remember what the Good Doctor said? If you try and regain your memories too quickly, it’s gonna hurt you and may give you permanent mental damage.”

      A sigh escaped the girl as she moved herself to rest her head onto his shoulder, squeezing his hand back, “…What would I do without you?”

     “Live a boring and sad life in the Nursery, I suppose.” A laugh escaped Mikumo, “Besides, it’s a good thing Gabriel Agreste found you when he did and brought you back to your family. Not only that, but to offer you a chance to have a quirk and be a superhero? I have to say, you are one lucky girl.”

    “To be the face of Truth and Justice, that’s what Mayor Agreste said is my future now. And I’m kinda glad that he is the new mayor and cares about the city and it’s people,” Alya hummed, but then pursed her lips, “Although, I still can’t help but wonder what exactly Ladybug was thinking. I wish we could talk to her.”

    “Tsurugi-san said that she refused to talk to the Quantic Kids because she feels threatened by us and how we stole their jobs,” Mikumo scoffed, looking bitter “I tell you. They are even worse than the Heroes’ Association in Japan. Bunch of fakes and completely corrupted.”

    Alya saw his expression and squeezed his hand in reassurance, “Hey, hey. Don’t think about them. You’re free now and away from their clutches. I will not let them take you away again, they’ll have to fight me first!”

    Mikumo smiled with a tint of a blush on his cheeks as he leaned against her, sighing dreamily, “What would I do without you~?”

     “Probably be another Hawks puppet.” Alya joked but then frowned, “In all seriousness, I can’t believe the information we found about the Japanese Heroes’ Association. If you stayed any longer…you would’ve ended up like Lady Nagant.”

    The thought made both teens sick to their stomachs.

     “I’m glad that you two are bonding. The perfect heroic pair.”

      Both teen heroes looked back to see Gabriel Agreste smiling warmly at them, and the two looked relieved.

      “Good morning, Mayor Agreste,” Alya smiled as she placed her blindfold back on and bowed her head.

       “Please, Miss Cesaire, don’t be so formal with me. You can just call me Gabriel,” A chuckle escaped from the all white wearing man, giving a fatherly look gaze, “After all, we’re like family here.”

       “We still can’t thank you enough for giving us this opportunity to actually pay you back from rescuing us,” Mikumo replied in kind, as Alya nodded.

       “If it weren’t for you and the Alliance, I think I would’ve ended up not here in this moment,” 

       “Please, as long as you both are safe, that’s all that matters to me.” Gabriel waved them off with a chuckle but then turned serious, “I just came in to inform you that we have a meeting tonight with the London Embassy.”

      “Is there something wrong?” Alya noted how the newly appointed Mayor looked troubled.

      “It would seem that the Moonlight Hunters have gone rogue.” Gabriel explained, looking away with a deep sigh and a worried look, alerting both Alya and Mikumo, “They went to Japan to seek out Ladybug.”

      “Why would they do that?” Alya questioned but Mikumo nudged her for a moment, shaking his head, “No, Yamikumo, I think we should go after them and get to the bottom of this!”

      “And indeed, you shall.”

       This caught both heroes by surprise.

        “We…are?” The dark haired male asked slowly, as if not understanding.

        “Tsurugi Industries has a new mission for you both and the rest of the Quantic Kids. You will be heading to Japan to get the Moonlight Hunters back and returned to London.”

         Alya and Mikumo looked at each other in confusion.

         “Um, but what about Paris?” Alya asked.

        Gabriel smiled, “I think considering that we’re already cleaned up the city and it seems quiet—” 

        “With all due respect, Mayor, we shouldn’t leave since we’re still trying to figure out where Hawkmoth and Mayura has gone…”

        “Actually, we have tracked one of them…”

        Gabriel soon pulled up his ring on his finger and clicked the side of it.

        “Alliance. Please show the footage from the CCTVs in the Parisian Airport last night.”

        Soon, all three of them saw the hologram and spotted Nathalie Sancoeur walking past security in a disguise, looking around before passing through immigration.

        “But where is Hawkmoth?” Mikumo murmured, while Alya remained quiet.

        “That is what you are going to find out,” Gabriel clicked off his Alliance ring before turning away, “Your other mission is to find Hawkmoth and Mayura…and your lead coincides with your first mission since it seems Mm. Sancoeur is escaping to Japan as well. ”

        ‘What is happening in Japan?’ Alya thought before glancing at a wary Mikumo and softened, ‘Maybe the rumour of Ladybug being corrupted by the Heroes’ Association along with the Miraculers is true…then, that means it’s our job to put a stop to this.’

       Bringing in her Themis persona, the young heroine stood straight, hand over heart, “We will take on this mission and carry it out swiftly. When do we leave?”

        With his back to them, Gabriel smirked evilly before he masked his face with a fatherly like smile when turning back to them. Perfect.

        “Tonight.”

        “I can't believe we're already back at it! Aren't you excited?”

        Ladybug stood by while watching her new classmates, tapping her foot on the ground with her arms folded. Maybe it was because she was still…out of sorts of being surrounded by other teen heroes.

        “Don't you get cold like that, Hagakure?” Earphone Jack questioned soon after, smiling in amusement of watching floating boots and clothes moving around as if dancing.

        “Yeah, I'm freezing~” A giggle came from the invisible girl, while the musician like heroine shrugged.

        “But ya got guts~”

        “Clock my winter outfit. Isn't it, like, super cute?”

        “It’s lovely~”

        While the girls were talking along with Pinky and even Creati, Ladybug couldn’t help but lean over towards Carapace, who was at her side.

        “They’re really carefree, huh?”

        “Well, I don’t blame them. We’re actually gonna be facing each other and showing off what we’ve learnt. Plus, it would be good practice to fight and work with different opponents and teammates.” The Turtle hero hummed, “Like Sir Nighteye said, we can be pretty predictable. So we should combat that for future battles.“

        “I’d rather much prefer to figure out more of the new Hawkmoth and their plans,” Ladybug grumbled, sighing, “Plus, we have Guardian stuff to sort out. It won’t be long until Master Fu passes down the roles to us.”

        “Speaking of, I heard you and The Wizard were figuring out the loophole for the losing your memories once no longer a Guardian thing for Master Fu?”

        Ladybug nodded, “I think we’re close to figuring out. I have talked with Chat Noir last night and figured out we could use our Kwagatamas from our Kwamis as the key to avoid the memory wiping thing.”

       Carapace smiled, “Alright! Glad that you guys are almost there! I would hate Master Fu forgetting about everything. Especially Miss Marianne.”

        Howler was fiddling with his bo-staff for a moment, almost looking lost in though when he felt someone beside him. Turning in curiosity, he blinked slowly when he noticed it was the smiling girl with pink cheeks.

      “Hello. Er, Uravity, right?” The Monkey hero asked with a friendly smile, as the young heroine nodded.

      “Yup~! That’s me. Howler-san, yes?” She asked in return, and when Howler nodded, she brightened, “Nice to meet you! Deku has spoken briefly that you guys are awesome! I hope we can work together well!”

      She offered her hand out to him and Howler took that hand and shook it.

      “Likewise. Your melody is actually…” 

       Howler paused, his eyes widened a fraction as he stared at her. He squinted, almost leaning his face down near hers with a look and Uravity had to lean back with a blush and looking puzzled.

        “Um, i-is there something on my face?” She asked slowly, before Howler moved back and now had a bright look about him, ‘Is this a French thing?’

        “Wow. I’ve never heard your melody before. It’s…kinda refreshing. It’s like a mixture of sweet crescendos of violins and harps, giving a vibe of hope and inspiration. It’s kinda suits you.” Howler stated, as he tilted his head and hummed, “It almost reminds me of— ” 

      “Look who we have here~? Relaxed and full of yourselves, as always…obviously you underestimate us!”

      Everyone in Class A snapped their heads to the source of the voice, making Shinso narrow his eyes especially.

      Shinkusame smirked, punching his fist into his hand, “There you are! We've been lookin' forward to this~”

      “Ha! Is that so? I'm not sure why~? There's no way you stand a chance against us in this exercise!”

      The voice soon revealed it belonged to Neito Monoma in his hero costume as Phantom Thief, smirking as he was dressed at the ready in costume along with his classmates. Striking a pose, Phantom Thief soon cried out with a laugh.

       “COME ON, CLASS-A! LET’S SEE WHO’S THE BEST ONCE AND FOR ALL~!!!”

       Whisketeer peeked out behind him as she glanced over the opposite class, and smiled when spotting Bonnie Blanche and Shinso. She waved over to them, and softened when the rabbit heroine was cheerfully waving back and Shinso gave a smirk and wink. Phantom Thief immediately saw this and nudged at mouse heroine with a scolding look.

      “Don’t be letting your guard down, Whisketeer-san. Class-A has a knack of trying to play dirty, so let’s work together to bring the inferior class down and show them who’s boss!”

      Whisketeer winced but pursed her lips, glancing back at the two before looking back at the blond. While she didn’t agree with his words, she did want to see how strong she’s gotten as a heroine. Especially that she has a quirk now. So for now, she nodded her head and stood tall.

     Bonnie Blanche blinked when she saw the mouse heroine look away while the loud blond was talking, and looked to Shinso, “Huh, wonder what’s gotten into her?”

    Shinso was quiet as he watched on, narrowing his eyes. I just hope Monoma didn’t say anything stupid.

    Deku pursed his lips when he saw Chat Noir on the other side, and gave one nod at him. Chat Noir gave a nod back, before he caught eyes with Ladybug. 

    ‘Who would’ve thought that I’d be against my partner in this exercise,’ He would think, giving a quick smile and salute, ‘Maybe this can be my time to shine and show Ladybug that I’ve gotten strong and can be my own hero without her sometimes!’

    Ladybug gave an encouraging smile to him and nodded, as she gave a thumbs up. ‘Good luck, Chat Noir.’

    Eraserhead, who has been at the sideline the whole time with Vlad King, glanced over at the Class B teacher with a sigh, “Shouldn't we be getting on with this, Vlad?”

      “TIME FOR COMBAT TRAINING!”

       As Vlad King explained the Joint Training and what it’s about, Shinso glanced towards Deku and had a conflicted look. 

      ‘If I remember correctly, back in my timeline, Deku lost control of Black Whip. Considering that now he has better control of One-For-All and their powers this time around, he should be fine. But…’

      Deku was lost in thought, his eyes glazed over as he stared at Uravity and Howler talking between themselves but then snapped his gaze towards Shinso. The hypnotic hero blinked slowly before he made a hand signal, and Deku gave a mysterious smile.

      ‘Thing is, from what Deku told me, he’s mastered most of the powers. The only one he hasn’t unlocked are Second and Third’s set of powers…which, could be trouble…’

      “Hold on,” Cellophane placed his hand up with a frown, “You said that the matches are comprised of seven people? But there are thirty six people in each class? So won't it be impossible to divide the teams equally?”

      “Which is why two special students are going to have to participate in two matches each,” Aizawa explained as he hummed, “Hitoshi Shinso gets two, and Rody Soul gets two.”

     Thunderbird blinked as he pointed at himself, “Huh? Why me?”

     “I think it’s cause you got a powerful and dangerous combo on ya, Rods,” Avarius pointed out logically, “Meaning that you’ll be observed on how you play the field with others that aren’t just being paired with Lady Dragon. Plus, you haven’t been trained as much as the rest of us?”

     “That’s not fair! Mangalica Majesty is just as much as a newbie more than me!” Thunderbird whined as he pointed at the Pig Heroine, then pointed to the ones holding the Dragon, Ox and Goat Miraculous holders, “And what about them?”

     “I’ve taken martial arts for years,” Zhulong huffed with her hands on her hips, then patted her sword, “And even more years in Kendo~”

     “I’ve been in the same dance and training studio as Chloe when it comes to self defence, making me pretty agile and quick. Plus, I got a quirk and a Miraculous now,” Aurore grinned, dressed in her Ox costume as Calfkyrie, then winked, “So you don’t have to worry about me~”

    Mirielle, dressed in her Goat costume as Alpine Bleat,was nodding her head and giving a sheepish smile.

    Aizawa took a breath while rubbing at his temple tiredly, and Vlad King continued on.

    “Listen closely to the scenario. You're all hero agencies trying to capture a villainous organization. You should consider your opponents to be evil criminals! You'll win if you capture four competitors.”

    “They do say villains are organizing more these days~” A brunette in a mushroom costume spoke with a giggle, making some of her new classmates smile weakly.

     “Keepin' it nice and simple~” A loud silver haired male spoke as he nudge to Chat Noir, who tried to remember what this guy’s name was. 

      ‘I think it was…Tetsutetsu?’

     “Awwww! We're heroes, but we're villains to the opposing team?! I’ve lost this sort of roleplay before!” Ingenium yelled, grabbing his head and shaking.

     “It…does go against your nature,” Creati smiled before she glanced over at Avarius staring at her, “Hm?”

     “Why are you not using Detty?”

      Surprised at the question, Momo sighed and shook her head, “I’m not as confident as Kirishim-kun when it comes to wielding the Swan Miraculous. Besides, I’d rather much go back to the basics and train my quirk and skills without a Miraculous.”

      “I have a feeling that you’re afraid to use that Miraculous because you don’t feel worthy of it,” The Peacock hero pointed out, sighing when he aw Momo frown, “It’s from my observation, but when I’ve seen you as Lady Peahen or even Ubayagi, you tend to try and make yourself small and not stand out or even use those Miraculous at all.”

     “That’s not true…”

     “Do you feel guilty because of Bridgette? Is that why?”

     Momo looked hurt at this and Avarius looked apologetic.

    “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. It’s just…you don’t seem proud whenever you use a Miraculous ever since finding out the news of Bridgette and Onez, and it got me thinking—”

    “I’m sorry, can we talk about this later? Please?” Momo begged, turning her head to focus on Vlad King’s instructions, and the Peacock Hero decided to let it go for now.

      “So we gotta capture seven losers and that wins us the matches,” Bakugo murmured as he then sighed, “I feel a but wait, there’s more coming on…”

      “I hope we’ll be on the same team,” A whisper from Lupina made Deku look back at her, and he smiled tightly, “Right, Izuku~?”

      ‘I thought she would be mad after yesterday…’ The green haired male thought, glancing over to Trickster Tail, who was talking to Rayures and Cellophane and never once looking their way, ‘Also, I need to talk to Alix after this…it feels awkward that we’re avoiding each other now.’

     Lupina saw how the green haired boy was staring at the Fox Heroine for a moment, and narrowed her eyes. While she did witness something awful the other day, it didn’t mean she was backing down without a fight. ‘As if I would let that tomboy take him away from me now!’

    Erasrehead coughed, and soon brought up a red box that had ‘Class A’ on it, while Vlad King held up a blue box with ‘Class B’ on it.

    “Now…”

    “DRAW YOUR LOT!”

     Everyone grabbed for a ball that had a number on it, and soon the teams were settled. Shinso and 

Thunderbird both were called over to get extra numbers and were soon meeting up with their teams.

     “Let's have some fun out there, man! This is gonna be awesome!” The Shark Miraculous holder was pumping his fists in the air and smiled at Shinso, “Get pumped!”

     “Let’s calm down, Ei,” Onagadori patted at Shinkusame’s arm before Froppy popped in front of them to smile at Shinso.

     “Tell us more details about your Quirk.”

     “I bet girls kinda dig that smirk.” Chargebolt grinned, tapping his chin and observing the uncomfortable Shinso, “You rake 'em in, huh? Especially the cutie in pink and the goth princess?”

      Shinso’s eyes sharpened for a second, and then grumbled sarcastically, “Let’s win…”

      Deku hummed as he saw the first line-up, “So from Class A, it’s Kirishima, Kaminari, Tsu, Kagami-chan, Nino-kun and Shin-kun. While son Class B, it’s Ibara Shiozaki, Jurota Shishida, Hiryu Rin, Kosei Tsuburaba, Marc-kun, Jessica Keynes and Mike Collins…”

      “Wait, but how is Jessica-san going to fight? She does not have her costume as Sparrow anymore nor does she have a quirk?” Spilornis questioned, before Thunderbird waved his hand up, “Yes?”

      “I actually have that covered~” 

      Thunderbird grinned with a wink, pressing at his belt to bring his communicator up and clicking it, a small little pocket portal opened.

       “Ladybug had this idea to carry out some sort of access to the Miracle Box and, since I’m a Guardian, I can give a Miraculous to people of my choosing~”

      “So…what Miraculous did you gift her?” The Eagle holder asked, and Thunderbird had this twinkle in his eyes that spelled trouble, and it made the Eagle holder sweat.

      “Ah, you’ll see~”

      “Awww yeah!”

       Everyone looked to the side as a heroine with a Buffalo motif made a stand with pride, standing next to her team and nudged at Star Stallion with a smile.

       “This feels awesome! I have never felt this strong even when I was Sparrow! Ahahaha!”

       Chat Noir blinked slowly before he tilted his head, “Huh…another cow heroine?”

      “I’M A BUFFALO, pal!” The girl huffed then pointed to herself, “Just call me Ayání~!“

      Thunderbird gave a thumbs up with eyes sparkling as he yelled from the crowd, “YEAH! GO AYÁNI!”

      “Someone’s a proud Momma bird,” Deku laughed when seeing Pino flying in the air happily as if cheering while Talli just clapped their wings together as if thrilled.

       “I wonder if Aeon was given a Miraculous too,” Lady Dragon wondered but then blinked when she heard a whirling sound beside her and turned her head to see a very much glowing girl with a bear motif, “OH—!”

       “Oh! Aeon-san!” Deku spoke jovially as he smiled, “Got the Bear Miraculous, huh?”

       “Indeed! You can call me Cybear~!” The girl smiled as she gave a peace sign, Fei having her hand over her heart from the jump-scare.

       Shinso adjusted his persona mask as he looked to the other team, his eyes sharpened.

       ‘I finally reached it. My starting line.’

       While the first teams were getting ready to start the match and going to their respective positions, Ladybug noticed The Wizard was looking to the side with a frown. Following his line of sight, she saw All Might and Midnight were already joining with Eraserhead and Vlad King, along with the Moonlight Hunters out of their costumes. Although Basil had a parasol over his head to block the sun’s rays down on him, looking miserable.

       “It seems that Principal Nezu allowed them to stay here, but not join any hero course class for now,” Shoto spoke up beside her, and Ladybug nodded.

       “Sounds about right…” She looked to the fire and ice quirk user, “Do you think they’re telling the truth? That their government is going to use them and boost Themis and her team into the public eye?”

       “I mean, many heroes and their agencies are like that. So it wouldn’t be too different in other countries. My father included,” Shoto shrugged as he looked back to the match starting, “Many would do whatever it takes to stay on top…and to keep themselves in power.”

      “Still, Europe is now joining the population of inviting quirked people and heroes…it’s gotta be weird,” Trickster Tail pointed out, joining in the conversation, “And the ones pioneering it is Gabriel Agreste and Tsurugi Industries.”

        “Don’t forget my mother is also involved,” Queen Bee huffed, folding her arms.

        “But what about Humarise? Where do they come in?” 

        The question coming from the Peacock Hero caught them off guard for a moment, and Thunderbird placed his two cents in.

        “Unless Humarise is gonna be played by the League and whatever army they are going to be building.”

        “Makes sense,” Dynamight joined in the conversation as well, ignoring the match for now and facing Ladybug, “Since it’s not our turn yet, why don’t we ditch this Joint Training for now and investigate?”

        “You think we’d be allowed?” Ladybug wondered, making a face, “I don’t want to get into trouble, even though you are right, Kats.”

        “Maybe not everyone has to go. Just a few selected?” Trickster Tail grinned and twirled her flute around her fingers, “Just say the word, and I’ll make it happen~”

        Ladybug looked thoughtful for a moment, but then nodded, “Maybe if it’s just an hour? Like, I’m sure the battles are gonna be long before our turn.”

        “But wait, you can’t go out as Ladybug? Especially since Tsurugi Industries and my mother’s hired soldiers are still roaming around hoping to catch us.” Queen Bee pointed out with a frown, “And who’s going with you?”

        “Katsuki will come with me,” Ladybug started before de-transforming and looking to the blond, “You’ll need a Miraculous though. I think Monsieur Aizawa said you can’t do hero work really as, well, you.”

       A snort came from the explosive hero as he looked away.

       “We’ll come with you,” Queen Bee suggested and Marinette huffed and watched her de-transform.

       “Queen Bee can’t be seen in public yet, remember?”

      “And it’s not like we can ask our friends to Kwami swap again. They need it for their matches,” Shoto murmured but then blinked when Thunderbird popped in between the four of them with a grin.

      “Did I hear something about Miraculous Swapping~?” He asked as he opened his weapon / communicator once more to summon the mini-portal to his Miracle box, and his eyes shined along with Marinette and Dynamight.

      “Wait, you’re lending us the Miraculous you’re holding onto?” Chloe smirked, while Pollen looked a little jealous, “Well, well~ This is exciting.”

      “Shoto Todoroki. Chloe Bourgeois. Katsuki Bakugo. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. As the Guardian of the Southern Miracle Box, I will temporarily lend you a Miraculous to use for your mission~ And you return them to me when the job is done~” Thunderbird said sagely as if reenacting Master Fu then chuckled, “I sounded like a wise old man.”

      Somewhere else, Master Fu sneezed into his tea.

      “But…which ones should we use?” Marinette wondered before Dynamight smirked and was easily grabbing the Wolf Miraculous, “Kats!”

      “I wouldn’t use that one, if I were you,” Thunderbird warned with a steely look now, all humour gone, “I’ve read up on the Grimoire that Pala left me inside the Miracle Box, and the Wolf Miraculous is really a dangerous one to handle. Apparently it’s the Wolf of Wisdom and has the abilities of Immortality and Rejuvenation…it kinda has the same combo of the Ox Miraculous but at the same time it has…qualities that sort of overpowers the wearer to almost cosmic levels,” 

      “You said immortality,” Dynamighti murmured as he placed the Miraculous on, blinking when a wolf like Kwami popped up in front of him, “Meaning I won’t die?”

      “Ahhh, I suppose? But it’s gonna be bad considering the more you regenerate when coming close to death, the more unstable you become…according to the Grimoire, of course. And once you do power down, your energy will deplete tenfold,” Thunderbird explained as he pursed his lips, “…I think you should pick another Miraculous for now and not risk it.”

     “Fine,” Dynamight took off the Miraculous and placed it back, “Then, what should we use?”

     Marinette suddenly had the facial expression as if she has an idea and suddenly picked up the Raven Miraculous, “What if we be Team Bird for now?”

      Spilornis turned his head at the words and then huffed, clearly offended.

       Marinette looked apologetic to him before looking back at the other three, “Whatcha think?”

       Dynamight was quick to snatch the Falcon Miraculous, “Dibs!”

     Shoto hummed as he held up the Owl, Woodpecker and Goose Miraculous, “I guess these are left?”

     “I call for Owl!” Chloe snatched the Miraculous up and Shoto gave the Goose one back to Thunderbird before keeping the Woodpecker one close to him, “Team Bird is a go.”

     “This way you guys can fly too and not be seen,” Thunderbird smiled as he saluted, “Good luck on your mission, guys~”

     Trickster Tails winked as she played on her flute quietly while whispering a Mirage and making a copy of Ladybug, Dynamight, Queen Bee and Shoto watching the match obediently. Marinette soon snuck away from their class along with Bakugo, Chloe and Shoto, not noticing Deku was watching them in disappointment.  Not that he could chase after them himself. He needed to be here.

      ’Something is going to happen and I have to be here to stop it at all cost.’

[whxre-bxby]

Idk if this is considered a request BUT GIRL WOULD YOU WRITE A HATE-FUCKING IMAGINE WITH PRAGER? my fav recom barely gets attention 😔🤞 also you write so well keep up the amazing work

nah cuz that's an amazing fuckin idea, HELL YEAH

Hate-Fucking with Prager

Recom Prager x Recom f. Y/N

Masterlist

(This is a bit shorter than usual and also not as rough as the others ones because Prager is too babygirl for mean hate sex. Turns into sweet fluff in the end)

Summary: Prager and Y/N have a silent rivalry and always annoy each other. Things take a turn when they are paired together during a mission and secrets are unvealed...

WARNINGS: SMUT, fighting, arguing, swearing, mentions of firearms, penetration, praise-kink, fluff

Word Count: 4749

It was never meant to get out of control. But I guess destiny wanted us to hate each other...

Things started during a harmless mission with the recom squad out in the forest. Quaritch had us search the area for clues of our past selves or of Sully’s presence. We were never alone when outside so he had us in groups of three. I was with Brown and Lopez. 

We had returned from about an hour's search and gathered back at the aircraft.

“How much ground did you cover?” Quaritch had asked us. The other groups answered with low numbers because everyone either reached a dead end or got stuck in one area. 

Prager’s group which consisted of him, Walker, and Ja had a higher number.

“Almost a quarter.” he said, speaking for his group. Quaritch had nodded, seeming pleased that they moved on faster than the others. Then he turned to us and I spoke up. 

“We actually managed that one quarter.” I replied, my voice feigning innocence. 

Quaritch seemed even more impressed and nodded as he wrote it down on the tablet. 

I looked over to the other team and locked eyes with Prager who was already looking at me. My sentence replayed in my head and I quickly regretted my choice of words. They demeaned his answer even though I said them without any attitude. I should have just said ‘one quarter’. 

I watched him process my words while I did the same but for some odd reason, neither of us broke the eye contact. 

“Ha, eat shit.” Lopez joked with an evil cackle, looking at Ja who rolled his eyes. They just made it seem competitive. 

Prager and I were still looking at each other and Lopez’s sentence created the idea of a competition. One that I seemingly beat Prager in. 

It was just natural from that point on to try and win against the other person. And just like that, a silent rivalry was birthed. 

From then on, everything we did we tried to do it better than the other. We rarely spoke. Prager and I always got along well but never to the point where we would have a friendly and joking conversation. We also never had a reason to dislike each other but all that changed now. 

During training, our small competition would be the most visible. 

‘Oh, Prager did 50 push-ups? I’ll do more.’ 

At the time I wasn’t even sure he knew about it. I thought that this clash was one-sided from me because it was never talked about or properly acknowledged by us. 

…It definitely wasn’t. 

Today, we were back in the forest again. We had searched the entire mission area from last time so today’s environment was new. But the mission objective stayed the same: search the area for clues or old equipment. 

Quaritch didn’t care about mixing up groups like schoolteachers would. He always paired two people when they stood together. 

We were leaving the helicopter and walking deeper into the woods before we would stop and split up. 

My mind was focusing on completely the wrong things. Prager was right behind me and we were going uphill so I was silently listening to see how heavy he was breathing, just to make sure I wasn’t worse off than him. The rivalry was still on. He was distracted too. 

That’s why when we came to a stop, it didn’t even cross my mind that Quaritch would pair us up. I was too busy forcing my breath to sound normal and not heavy. 

Then the inevitable happened and Quaritch started counting through, eventually pointing the two of us together. 

I stood there in shock for a full minute, just processing the consequences of my stupid behaviour. Prager didn’t move either but we refused to look at each other. Eventually, I walked away first and he had to follow me, so we left just like the others did. 

It’s quiet now. The forest is loud but the sound of machines and talking is gone. 

I’m walking forwards with a tracker and compass in my hands, trying to find the marked area we are supposed to cover. I can hear Prager’s heavy footsteps behind me and I definitely feel his eyes burning into the back of my head and body. However, I refuse to turn around. Because that would mean I’m reacting to him. And reactions cause more reactions which then lead to a social exchange of words. A conversation I don’t want to have. Mainly because I don’t know what I would say or how I would explain my behaviour. Perhaps he is completely oblivious to the challenge in my mind but I highly doubt it. The atmosphere that moves with us as we go is too thick for that. Something about it is making me nervous. 

“Do you know where we’re going?” I hear Prager call from somewhere behind me. My ears instantly perk up and my heartbeat speed up. 

“Yeah.” I reply, slightly turning my head over my shoulder to make it obvious I’m giving him an answer in case he can’t hear but still not an interaction enough to encourage further conversation. 

“We’ve walked past this tree already.” He said and almost immediately, his deep voice irritated me. 

Oh no he did not. 

“No, we haven’t.” I reply, speaking the words slowly and giving them some attitude. 

“Yeah, we have.” 

I roll my eyes. ‘He’s acting like a fucking child.’ I think. 

“Are you doubting my tracking skills?” I say, turning around to him and walking a few steps backwards while awaiting his reply.  My eyebrow is raised as I rest my unimpressed gaze on him.

“No, I’m just saying. We’re going the wrong way.” he answers, meeting my challenging eyes. 

“All the trees look the fucking same. I know where I’m going.” I answer, motioning to the hundreds of trees surrounding us before turning back to the front. 

“Give me the tools. I can get us there.” he says, lightly jogging up next to me. I turn away from him, holding the equipment tightly against my body and stopping in my tracks.

“No.” I reply while his hands try to grab the stuff away from me. I face away from him to protect the tools and his hands find my shoulder and waist to try and turn me around. 

“Really?” he asks, questioning my behaviour and I glare up at him. I knew if I’d give it to him he would never give it back. 

“Cut it out, I know what I’m doing.” I say, really feeling pissed off now. His hands remain on me for whatever reason and I shrug them off, flinching away from his touch. 

“If you get us lost you better tell the Colonel it’s your fault.” he says, moving his hands away and crossing them over his chest. 

I frown, not bothering to react to that. We have a mission to do and I take these things seriously, so I walk past him and push him out of my way by nudging my hand against his chest. 

Prager takes a step back and lets you lead the way again. A smile appears on his face out of amusement at your attitude, but you don’t see it. He was trying to piss you off because he liked seeing you riled up and angry. Maybe it was the height difference you too had. He was calmer and you were this little devil he had to put up with. Seeing you mad was cute to him because he just towered over you and was unaffected by whatever you wanted to do. 

I stomp away, repeating his words in a mocking whisper to myself. Those comments were completely unnecessary. If anyone will mess up this mission it will be him. Never me. 

He’s silently following me again, needing to walk a little faster because my anger is making me walk speedier. 

After about 15 minutes, I notice one of the devices showing a new light. It meant we were close. I continued following the marked area on the GPS and within minutes we were there. 

I stop, staring down at the device. Prager comes to a halt next to me. 

I chuckle. “Suck it, look who got us here on time.”

He’s scanning over the device and realises I did successfully find the area. Prager just huffed out a breath before glancing at me and then looking away. I roll my eyes again. It’s not like he’s going to congratulate me. 

We both look around and in the next second, I hear a whinny followed by grunts. Our heads shoot to where the noises came from and we quietly sneak closer. As we emerge from the trees we spot a herd of Direhorses resting and grazing on a tiny field of grass and flowers. There was a fallen over tree behind us which went almost up to our waist and I crouched down behind it while watching the animals. They were two foals in the herd. 

Prager joined me on the ground while both of us watched the Direhorses. 

“Apologise for doubting me.” I tell him. 

“I wasn’t doubting you.” he replied and I straighten my posture while I act out fake surprise. 

“Oh, you weren’t? What was all that shit about then before?” I say sarcastically. He was obviously lying. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he said, not looking at me. 

“Stop being such an ass. If anything, you’re the reason it took us longer to get here.” 

He lightly chuckled. Your attitude did amuse him. “I’d say I’m the reason we made it here because I got you out of your daydreaming.”

“What daydreaming?” I snap back at him, shouting my words in a whisper. 

“You were distracted. If I wouldn’t have said anything we wouldn’t be here right now.” 

“Pfft, yeah right.” I scoff.

“I saw you tripping on those roots. You lost balance even when the path was clear.”

“I didn’t trip on shit.” I say, facing him while I snarl my words at his unbothered figure. 

He doesn’t reply and when you look away, he grins to himself in a small victory of getting you even more mad.

“Log it into the tablet.” he said, his voice a lot quieter now. I turn to look at him again.

“Why? They’re harmless. We don’t need to warn the others.” 

“Just do it.” Prager sighed, sounding like he was losing his patience. 

“Fine.” I say, letting out an annoyed sigh as I start clicking away on the half-transparent screen. 

For a few seconds, there is just silence. But suddenly, before I can even comprehend what is happening, a loud creak erupts from above us, followed by a crash and in the next second two shots are fired. 

Before I can even look up to see what is happening, Prager reacts and in an instant, he pushes me down. The air is knocked from my lungs as I lay on the ground, wide-eyed. Prager is above me, using his arms to lock me in place. He tucks his head in and swiftly moves up so that my head is protected. 

The loud noises come to an end and a piece of metal falls from the tree above and lands on Prager, making him flinch but he doesn’t move away. 

It was small so he wasn’t hurt.  

My hands are over my chest and I’m holding onto my queue for comfort. 

I open my wincing eyes and we hear animals again. I see monkey-like creatures scatter from the tree with the old and abandoned equipment and realise that they are Prolemuris’s. They are non-aggressive, but they must have grown curious and messed around with the old parts of what once used to be a helicopter. 

A gun lands on the ground right next to us and the thud makes me flinch. Prager’s head shoots towards it and we see that it’s open and old. It must be an assault rifle from the first battle and it only had two bullets left. Now it was empty. 

Prager sighs in relief and I let my head drop down onto the ground while I clutch my face. The herd of horses would have definitely fled after that amount of noise. 

I laugh. Mainly because it helped me deal with crisis situations. Prager looks down at me, the two strands of his bandana hanging over his shoulder. 

“You’re kidding, right? It’s just the Promlemuris.” I snort, nudging his firm shoulder.

“Yeah, well I didn’t know that.” he answers, seeming a little embarrassed about his actions. 

“You should have seen your face.” I laugh, giggling beneath him while he watches me turn and roll. 

“Shut up, I saved you.” he replied and I am quiet for a second while I look for the small piece of material that fell from the tree. 

“Yeah, from this big and deadly bad boy.” I wheeze, pointing to the metal scrap. 

“How about a thank you?” he asks, clearly not amused by my mockery. 

“For being a living shield to the amazing Y/N?” I reply, looking into his eyes and biting my lip to suppress further laughter.

Prager just frowns with a light scoff and looks away.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” I start to talk again. My hand grabs onto his shoulder as I start to try and move away from beneath him. 

Prager glances back at me, just quietly listening and watching me insult and provoke him.

“You’re too fond of yourself, just because you’re bigger and stronger than me doesn’t mean I need you up my ass all day.”

He raises an eyebrow at my words. Bigger and Stronger? That makes a smirk form on his lips.

I stop struggling beneath him and scan over his expression.

He’s just staring at me. In a way, he’s never looked at me before. It seemed different. 

I could tell he was annoyed by me to a certain extent, but even overlooking his cheeky smirk and irritated self, his eyes seemed soft. 

He wasn’t glaring you down, he was admiring you. 

“Stop smiling like an idiot.” I say, growing nervous from the eye contact so I quickly look away, hoping he won’t notice how my cheeks begin to flush. 

Oh, but Prager notices. 

“We weren’t in danger anyway.” I start rambling again, moving my arm to pull me away from beneath him. 

“You need to-” I say, struggling to move away. I manage to inch a little upwards but then Prager just moves up with me and remains hovering above me. 

“What the fuck?” I ask but he doesn’t answer. His silence is making me feel uneasy. His eyes are just fixated on mine. 

“Prager this is so stupid. Stop acting like a fucking moron and-” 

I’m cut off again but this time by something unexpected. 

Prager wanted to shut you up, so he did.

He leaned down and closer to me and before I could protest or object, he captured my lips in a kiss. It was exactly between soft and rough. 

He tried to not escalate it but it was difficult with the way you writhed under him. It was impossible to gently find your lips.

My eyes stay open in shock for a second until I surrender to the inexplicably warming feeling and kiss him back. Neither of us wanted to pull away but we did, not sure where things would go from here. 

We stared into each other's eyes and for a few seconds, the familiar silence returned. My heavy breathing caught his attention. He seemed unsure whether to continue because he didn’t want to overstep anything. 

I was so pissed at him the whole day it frustrated me and having him so close now made my stomach twist in excitement. His body was effortlessly lifted above mine and his biceps strained as he held himself up. 

“Don’t stop now you idiot.” I breathlessly say, landing my hand on the back of his head and pulling him back down to me. 

His heart flutters at the words and he would grin if he weren’t kissing you. Prager secretly loved getting you angry and he loved how bratty and mean you could be. 

The kiss is more heated this time. He gently tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth, making sure not to nip me with his fangs. I open my mouth and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue past my lips. 

I pull him closer to me and Prager lowers his body down a little further, making it brush up against mine so that our chests were pressed together. 

I wrap my arms around his neck before they grow curious about his body and I let one roam his broad shoulders. It moves down to his chest and Prager hums appreciatively into the make-out.

I want to feel closer to him so both my hands go to his chest and I push him up, breaking the kiss.

For a few seconds, Prager seems stunned and wonders whether he did something wrong. He sees you start to hastily take off your vest and he smiles. Another secret he kept from you was that he liked the way you treated him. He knew you didn’t mean it in a bad way. But the way you would harshly push him around and tell him off whenever you felt like it was such a turn-on for him. He was obviously bigger and could easily overpower you but he adored the way you would ignore all that and boss him around. 

“Quit staring and take your stuff off.” I breathe out and Prager chuckles before listening to you. He moves off of you and on his knees above your own, undoing his vest while I discard mine close to the log. 

My hands move to my belt once my tank top and equipment is gone. Prager peeled his tight shirt off and watched me undo my belt.

“You want me?” he asked, looking at my face now. He seemed unsure of himself. I stop my movements and my eyes meet his.

“Yeah.” I simply reply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this.” 

My hands manage to unfasten the leather belt and my words are all the confirmation he needs. 

“I still hate you though.” I say while pulling my cammies down my legs. Prager helps me tug them off and a grin paints his face. 

God, he loves your attitude.

“Yeah, yeah.” he mumbles, moving down to me again and pressing our lips together. He holds himself up with one hand while the free one roams over my bare skin. I was laying down in only my brown military sports bra and underwear as I felt his large rough hand rub up and down my leg. 

Both our hands feel all over the other’s body because there is no time to sit back and stare. I hook my leg around his waist and pull it down flush against me. 

His abdomen is pressed up against mine with his cold belt buckle making my skin erupt in goosebumps as it digs into the flesh of my stomach. I move my other leg to the side and open them for him so that he can rest his hips in between. 

He groans into the kiss when I shift against him and I can feel his growing erection form in his pants. 

I don’t have the patience to wait anymore. He’s stripped me of all my patience during this mission while irritating me.

I pull away breathlessly. “Take them off.” 

His own stomach tightens with excitement at my words but he doesn’t hesitate to listen to me. His one hand easily opens his belt and I use my legs to push them down his waist to his mid-thigh. 

His boxer shorts went down with the cammies.

The next time he looked at me, his eyes were so lust-filled I knew we both needed this. His lips were parted as he stared at me. 

I adjust my position on the ground to keep myself comfortable and open my legs further. He rests his head on my shoulder while looking between us to see what I’m doing. Prager’s chest is heaving with excitement as he watches me push my panties to the side and let my legs fall open. 

I rest a leg on his waist again and gently encourage him to move closer. 

Prager listens and lowers his hips down until we’re once again pressed against each other. I let out a sigh and grasp his strong shoulders for support while he lets out an uneven breath. 

To boost his confidence and help this situation evolve, I lift my hips up and grind against him. His throbbing dick is resting right between my folds he grunts in response before getting the message and taking over.

He slowly grinds down into me, covering his length in my slick while he curls his hips to create small thrust-like motions. 

“Fuck-” I whisper, letting my eyes flutter closed. Prager needs reactions like those to feel better about what he’s doing. 

His dick was sliding between my lips and gently pressing against my clit. It made me needier for him. But that’s what I needed because I could feel how big he was. 

“Prager…” I whisper, cupping his cheek with my hand. His furrowed eyebrows in pleasure relaxed as he opened his eyes and looked at me. 

“Please- fuck me already.”

The words made him feel like he was floating in the clouds. He couldn’t believe he could get to have you now. For Prager, even during your little contest, he thought you were out of his league. The fact that you said ‘please’ made him smile to himself. 

He nodded, moving back a little and reaching down in between us. His hand lined himself up with my entrance and he felt how coated he was from you. It made him shiver in anticipation of what you would feel like around him. 

Prager gently applied pressure with the tip of his dick against your entrance and then steadied himself above you. He wanted to be close to you so he pressed his cheek against yours so that you could hear and feel each other's breath. 

Slowly, he pushed his hips forward and he felt himself start to sink into you. He took his time, relishing in the feeling of how tightly you were squeezing him. His hips really needed to thrust forward a little every few seconds to keep him in. 

I tightened my grip on his shoulder and inhaled sharply. Luckily Prager stopped moving once most of him was inside and he felt how tense I was, so he stayed still. My walls adjusted to his size and now engulfed him. 

I knew it would feel better in a few seconds for me so I nodded, tapping his shoulder and he understood. Steadily, he withdrew his hips and pulled out until only his tip was still inside me. This time, he thrust forward with slightly more power. 

My eyes were closed while I focused on the being completely filled to the brim by him but they shot open when Prager whimpered. 

I smiled, holding his head in a comforting manner while he continued his gentle penetrating strokes. 

“You’re doing so good.” I coo into his ear. Prager shivers, his ears perk and his tail swishes in excitement. He needs his praise, alright. 

“Keep going.” I whisper and he nods. 

Prager does as I say while I let my arms embrace him. I kiss his cheek while he pants against my neck. 

He’s brushing against every place I need him to inside me and my back starts to arch off the ground as pleasure soars through me. His thrusts are mixed with grinds and his abdomen presses against my clit every time he bottoms out. 

“Faster.” I breathlessly whisper. My legs tense around his waist as Prager speeds his thrusts up and I start to pull him in more every time. 

“You feel so good.” he whines and I smile, pressing myself closer to him. 

“You too, don’t stop.” I end my words with a whimper when his hips unexpectedly snap forward and slap against my skin. 

Prager takes one of my hands and intertwines our fingers before pressing it down on the ground next to my head. His loosely hung open mouth finds the bare skin of my neck and he begins to kiss and suck on the skin, making me throw my head back. 

“Fuck, Prager.” I moan and he starts losing himself in the feeling of us. He’s occasionally biting down on my skin, making sure to leave a mark while my nails leave crescent-shaped marks on the skin of his shoulders. 

“Y/N, I’m gonna-” he starts to whisper, knowing he can’t last much longer. 

“Please. Don’t stop.” I whine, holding him tighter. 

His face is now buried in the crook of my neck and his thrusts get sloppy as his high approaches. Prager’s arms tremble and his entire body tenses in preparation for his orgasm. 

I’m so close I’ll be gone in a few thrusts. My pussy clenches around him as I force my legs open even more. 

Prager moans my name into my ear and his hips stutter and start to rut into me without rhythm. 

I gasp in pleasure and the next time he bottoms out and his skin hits my clit, I throw my head back and feel my orgasm wash over me.

Your pussy clenches around Prager to the point where the suction feels like it doesn’t want to let him out. His eyes clench closed and he tightens his fingers around your connected hands as his hips mindlessly buck forward. 

“F-fuckkk-” he groans, clenching his teeth together.

In seconds, he’s cumming inside you and spilling his entire load deep into your pussy. It feels like you’re milking him for his cum and he’s more than fucking happy to give it to you. 

He rides out your orgasms, stuffing his cum further into you if even possible. 

My legs go limp after being tensed for so long and they fall from his sides. His thrusts slow down until he stills inside me and we take a few minutes to regain our breaths. 

“Holy shit.” he breathes out. I lightly chuckle and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down. He carefully lowers himself onto me and just lays on top of me while we kill time. 

“You did so well.” I praise him, running a hand through his hair. He smiled against my skin. I knew this big boy needed to be comforted and babied. 

We were comfortably laying in silence, enjoying each other’s presence until the intercom attached to our vests which worked just as well as the one on our throats went off. 

“Prager? Y/N? Do you copy?” the voice buzzed and it was Lyle. I let out an annoyed huff. 

“Prager, Y/N, do you read? All recoms return.” 

Prager raises his head and we look at each other, not wanting to go. 

“Come on, we have to.” I say and he nods before gently getting off me. He pulls out and admires how some of his cum dribbles out of me. 

I get up and we get dressed. We needed to quickly head back and report to the Colonel. My mind was focused on the mission while Prager couldn’t stop thinking about other things.

For example how your panties would be stained with his cum now and how you would have to keep it in you for the rest of the day while you’re out here. 

The best-case scenario for him would be if one of the others would smell him on you. He knew Ja and Brown would tease him for things like not being good at talking to women. This would blow their minds. 

He also just wanted them to know that he was the only guy that had a chance with you here. 

We gathered our things and returned back. This time with much less bickering and arguing. For the first time, Prager and I were having a genuine conversation as we walked. It was nice. Who knows where this will lead us…

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[fictionkinfessions]

To everyone on this blog and in this community:

Thank you.

All of us only have such a short time together and I take each day for granted, not remembering that I'm so lucky to have found a place like this. Before I discovered alterhumanity, I believed that the connections that I had were strange and that nobody else could relate to me. Despite my unnatural tendency towards introversion due to certain experiences here, I'm still so happy this exists.

As much as we want to go back to our sources and our families, this life we hold in our hands will end before we know it. Even these sentiments will be just a petal on the wind. Still, I hope that I can make the best of this life and that all of you can do the same. To enemies and friends alike, maybe we can meet in a place without hatred and fear. I want to get along with everyone I meet, let's not fight anymore.

To my past and future selves:

I love you. Every time I see my face on a screen, read about something I've done or hear a voice that I once used, it still shocks and inspires me as much as the very first time. Whether or not I agree with some of your choices or if I've decided to be just like you, I wish I could hug you, to let you know I understand you and that I care about you. Through you, I am learning to love myself.

I'm not perfect, I've made so many mistakes and I have many flaws. But I hope you can look at me and know that I'm doing my best. Learning and growing, getting stronger each day. With each setback, I'm improving. I'm so grateful I can get to meet you even if indirectly. I want you to be happy, me. Your self is always wishing for your happiness, in every universe, in every second of space-time. Let's heal and be better together, breaking every cycle of hatred. I don't want to carry these wounds forever.

#maidenoftheskies

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