#where did his cat ears go... where did the blonde hair came from...

[okiroash-03]

I'm playing through okage shadow king.... I refuse that he's blonde!!!!!!!

[captain-n-crunchies]

Suki Pookie! 💕

Katsuki Bakugo x Bimbo reader

Katsuki Bakugo... a blond baddie with explosion powers and a itty bitty waist, with an attitude of a firecrack time 10000 nobody in Katsuki life thought he'll EVER find someone to love, to cherish, to care for for years to come... until you y/n!

Fresh from America and glowing brown skin showing off your latest hero designs you became U.A's hero design in training student. Moving from America to Japan wasn't easy with clothes and clothes packed in boxes tou couldn't move a giant leopard print high heel chair into that small ass dorm?? But a very talkie green haired boy, a girl with the face of Kirby with a bob and, a boy who refers to him as class president soon helps you move in and your designer life has been perfect!

// Firstly how did this glamorized girl with such beautiful hair and eyes ever came to romanticized a bad attitude having boy like Katsuki? Well after moving in and getting a internship you had got the first task of your career: Design 3 hero suits and sumbit them to the respective heros. Sounds easy looking at each new fist year you saw your very first guinea pigs; Ida, Monoma, and Bakugo. Ida was perfect after seeing his quick and grabbing some help from the tech teams you made a beautiful looking robot suit perfect for mobility, then Monoma has a copying quirk but has more of a regal asshole type behavior with some time periods research and grabbing his input you created him a very fine suit. Then Bakugo and as you remeber he was an pain in the ass...

FIRSTLY, he already had an design in mind which was terrible, the gauntlets were nice but it didn't have any practicality with how big they were, then the outfit was giving him enough arm area for him to move very restrictive like he wearing velcro, then he had the nerve to add a mask which is never cute on ANYTHING. Telling him his faults was like talking to a argumentative wall he wouldn't just listen but, after three long nights of making specialized gaulets, finding a cloth that would help him produce more sweat, and a mask design you made him hero costume which he didn't say he liked nor disliked. After your first task you fix up any things like Deku bunny ear thing which was totally a werid kink you think he has... and Momo having trouble with zippers, and bakugo came to you alot more when it came to updating his suit with miniscule things like a button.

So, after like literally months of him just coming g to me and making work more than I should we finally exchange numbers and instagrams! He doesn't have many follwers nor does he post but it's ok my page had enough room and after a few videos of us hanging out and posting my followers made us a ship name! It was sooo cute but he just scoff and said it wouldn't happen, such a liar.

Now headcanons!!

☆ So firstly it took months almost your whole first year to even get Suki poo to ever think of you in a non-friendly manner, like Izuku he just saw you as a friend maybe even a best friend until Mina and Kirishima told him every time you and him would talk hell talk more softer with you

" Doesn't mean anything pinky shes a fucking crybaby"

" Duh! You care about her feelings omg! KIRI ITS LIKE A SLOWBURN"

" Yeah bro! Talking to a girl nicely is very manly and- hey! Where he's going!"

☆ After that Suki started to think about his glittery friend a lot more, thinking about how kissing her would feel is your favorite snack place his favorite only because he like you getting those panda chocolate biscuit things? Does he find Choco cat kinda of cute because you said he's smart like him? His mind is always racing and eveytime you own your pretty mouth he just wants to bite your face off! In a cute way

☆ So when you two cuties do start to date its a very thick line of what pda he allow firstly no kissing or making out in public like your almost pro heros your reputation is always valuable, secondly no wrid ass nicknames ( the first time you called him Suki babes was infront of bakusquad and he almost exploded Sero from the face if the earth, he blushs and held your hand while he yelled at them so win-lose) and thrid, NO SAPPY LOVE STORIES TO HIS MOM: it just not cool for his bad boy persona.

☆ But Suki really chill beside a few bumb arguments when you feel like he thinks your stupid you two always make up example:

" You think I'm dumb huh!? I got a A+ in color theory!"

" What does that do in real life baby? Make sure the fashion police doesn't giveme ticket for wearing orange in winter?"

" THAT! AND the fact without color theory you in the summer wouldn't produce enough sweat for your firecrack special thingy!

" And your not bumb because only MY smart baby would know that"

So really he explains himself alot better to you because your very intoned emotionally.

☆ Suki really into petnames despite earlier setting he loves the sappy nicknames like suki babes, pookie, sukiies and anything over the top because it apart of your nature! He loves how you text with various emotions because he texts pretty bland and he loves cuddles alot even when it's hot he likes holding you. It really stems from the fact nobody but his friends couldn't truly give him a hug and his mom and dad the only one who really can get to him so having a partner really pushed his clingy nature up to 100000.9% He likes your American accent on some words in Japanese despite him speaking English clearly in an accent he likes to mock a southern accent if your from the south.

☆ Now onto the kinda of sad part, Suki can't really hear himself loudly because his explosion are pretty loud his hearing declines more and more, and you figured it out when you called for his name loudly from a room away and he never came til you had to closely come up to him so as his personal design you made hearing aids for him and his suit which helped a lot during missions. But once you told him about his hearing he got it check out, he had the hearing of a old man practically and out of that outcme he listens to your voice alot more just incase he won't hear it again

" And I told her I didn't have any diamonds but I had rhinestones and- are you even listening suki?"

"Mhm just like hearing yer voice, so didn't she take the diamonds"

" Oh! Well she didn't and then she asked again two days later! Like girl you know well you can rhinestones insted!"

☆ Anyways back to a little more happiness Suki bookie loves to cook for you since as your beastie he saw you had a terrible sweet tooth and you didn't always eat a healthy plate so every date he makes you a nice and hearty bowl of food and makes you eat it all, from healthy grains to irons and potassium, breakfast and dinner even he ruined your ice cream and made ypugurt bars! Which were good but still where is the artificial flavor On days he does training you like to make him bento box's Sanrio or his favorite TV show themed and he always keeps the little notes you put in his locker in a safe place incase he get a little lonely

☆ Suki when you first started dating was very quite, almost never really talking because he took relationship advice from his friends and he felt like his aggressive behavior would scare you until you sit him down and talk about his distance hell be more inclined to leave you alone making the relationship strain. SPEAKING OF FRIENDS, you are an official member of bakusquad your co-captain, first Lady, even the best member because he just proclaims you as such no matter what your always with bakusquad doing dumb shit (you usually record it) or despite his attitude towars him are with deku and his friends which he doesntlike how close you and shots got over a kid show but hey... ( he watched the show and he got so instred he has a tiny merchant area in his dorm)

☆ Katsuki parents are fashion designers so he knows a little bit about fashion wven though his first hero design wasn't great ge had a solid frame so any fashion dilemma you have is solved with him, he does not sugarcoat though if that shit is ulgy he says it with he FULL chest

" Ok! So what about denim skirt, green top and purple hate with a scarf-"

" Okay Demi Lovato "

..." ..Hoe don't play with me"

Like he doesn't even play with your hair either he's the only one who can look like a bum but you? HIS beautiful golden curly/loc baddie girlfriend in sweats when its a cute halter top you can wear? Even on days where you want to be a bump he makes you atleast accessorize a bit.

☆ lastly Suki is just your pintrest boyfriend, as I mentioned he doesn't really post only pics of you and repost of him and you and from your page to his people thought he was a stan page but no no that's is Katsuki Bakugo supporting HIS girl. Did I mention he's so possive whe he got kidnapped he was scared it would happen to you, he always his an eye on you and since you like to wander off hes always close behind to point he's your shadow and you couldn't want anything more; somebody flirts with you? BOOM 💣 He already scared them off and now your getting a pretzel, somebody dms you? BOOM 🔥 He got that blocked and reported and foe some reason banned from any shopping mall.

Overall suki pookie bear Bakugo is perfect and even though I personally didn't like him at one point I would date him simply for the hell of it!

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Douzième Fille

12th girl

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Transferring schools after moving places for the 6th time, a new opportunity is given; a school for both boys and girls. With a new experience to be dealt with, will you survive a blooming rivalry with one of your classmates, a socialising society, and freshman year? Welcome to Voltaire High.

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Joseph Descamps x Reader

Warnings: Teen boys being teen boys (ykwim), swearing, violence

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Chapter one: Mary Jane's

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I polish my newly bought Mary Jane's, the last on my to-do list before heading to my new school. After I put them on, I get up to go in front of the mirror and fix my hair. I sigh deeply.

A new school, I think to myself. Again.

I grab my satchel and coat, put both on, and make my way outside.

I recently moved here, coming from Paris. I felt disappointed when we moved, feeling a part of me still in that city, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way. I should've expected it. It's now the sixth time we've moved places.

I live in a flat now with my parents and my cat, George, named after the member of The Beatles. My parents are both always at work, leaving me, most of the time, home alone.

I trip on a crack on the sidewalk, making me fall forward and almost hit a girl. She looks my age, has braided blonde hair and fluffy bangs. She just came out of the butcher's with a man. The man is very handsome, tall, neat, wearing a nicely tailored suit. He has a serious expression on his face.

He only glances at me before turning and ushering the blonde girl to follow him. She looks at me for a while more before turning and following the man.

I compose myself, feeling flustered, and I quickly brush it off. I continue to walk. In front of me, I noticed the two people I saw only a few seconds ago. The man walks off, and the girl stands still in her place. I purse my lips, wondering if I should come up to her. I did.

"Is that your father? He seems strict, but I'm only basing off my experience." I say as I stand next to her. She looks at me, a bit surprised. I wouldn't blame her.

"No. He's my brother. He's strict, yes. And it's very annoying." She furrows her brows a bit and groans. I chuckle.

"I'm Y/N. Where are you headed?" I put my hand out for her to shake.

"I'm Michèle. I'm headed to school, actually." She shakes my hand and smiles.

"Oh? Which school? I might be going to the same one."

"Voltaire. I hope you are. Otherwise, I'd be walking in, not knowing anyone but my brother." She cringes at the thought. I chuckle again. She's funny.

"Good thing I'm going there, too. Let's get going, yes? We don't want to draw any more attention." I tilt my head to the direction of the school. She nods.

I lead the way, her following only a few steps behind. The gates are wide open, and my stomach drops. First day of school jitters. The worst feeling ever. And there's boys everywhere. My stomach drops further.

I slow down my pace to be walking next to Michèle. My anxiety radiates off of me, and with my suddenly hightened senses, I feel Michèle's anxiety, too.

We walk past the gates, and all eyes are on us. My spine feels shivers. It's suddenly quiet. I keep my head held high to not give off an awkward stance. Michèle does the opposite.

Every step we take feels slower than usual. I hear whispers around the campus.

'There they are', 'She's pretty', 'Go talk to her!', 'They do have tits', 'Nice ass', 'They're not supposed to be here'.

My ear twitches, but I don't show a reaction on my face. I notice three boys on the bench, but one catches my eye.

He has sandy hair, wire framed glasses, and is sitting with both arms on the back of the backrest. Before I looked away, I saw a faint smirk on his lips.

We head to the board for our assigned rooms. Me and Michèle sigh in relief as we see our names listed to the same teacher.

I feel movement behind me, but before I could turn, a girl pops up next to us. She had short bobbed hair with a blue clip, bright eyes, and a wide smile.

"There aren't even twenty of us." She states. I smile softly. I hear Michèle sigh in joy.

"We thought we were the only girls." She points to the both of us, and I nod along.

"I waited for both of you to come in." A small laugh comes out from all of us. "I'm Simone."

"Michèle." She responds. They wait for me to respond.

"Y/N." I say, and Simone's face lights up. We pause for a while until Simone cuts the silence off.

"It feels like everyone's staring." She says worriedly but still with a smile on her face.

"They are." Me and Michèle say. The girls continue to talk as I look behind me again and see the sandy haired boy talking, or what looks like teasing, another boy. I think to myself, a bully. I grimace. I look away before he notices me staring.

"Are you wearing heels?" All of us look down to stare in awe at Michèle's foot wear.

"I didn't take you as a bold girl, Michèle." I joke, scoffing in amusement.

"My mom didn't say anything. Hopefully, the teachers don't say anything, too." We all laugh, nodding.

"Oh, Y/N. Look at yours. They look new." I look down at my Mary Jane's, smiling to myself.

"Yeah, they are. My parents got them as a moving gift." Simone nods, but Michèle looks confused.

"Moving gift?" She asks.

"They're gifts I receive when we move places. It's sort of a token of appreciation for being understanding from my parents." They both nod.

"Have you talked to the other girls?" Simone asks, glancing at them. As we all glanced behind, I noticed the boy that was being teased walk to our direction.

"Three were in my electives class, but we're not friends." I transfer my eyes to the group of girls. We look back at each other. Michèle looks to Simone. "Did you go to a Catholic school?"

"No, I was from Algiers. I got here a month ago. I don't know anyone." Simone smiles innocently. Their gazes shift to me. "What about you, Y/N? Are you old or new?"

"I'm new. I moved from Paris." I smile a bit sadly.

"Wow, Paris? I've always wanted to see the tower. Is it bigger than they say?" They start to ask me questions, and I answer happily. I cut them off once the boy I noticed walks closer.

"There's a boy coming. Stand still." They quickly shut up and look back at the board. I hold in a laugh.

"Oh no." The boy says, disappointed.

"Something wrong?" Michèle asks, curious by the boys' exclamation.

"My homeroom teacher is Bluebeard." He responds, now looking at us.

Me, Michèle, and Simone look at each other, confused.

Just then, a new girl walks in. She's wearing a blue dress and headband, her blonde hair swaying in the wind. She sticks out like a diamond in the rough. Boys exclaim, making the same comments they did when me and Michèle walked in, but more vulgar. Distaste has masked my face.

"Do you know her?" God bless Michèle's innocent soul. The boy shakes his head.

The bell rings, and I hear a series of groans. I sigh. The day has officially started.

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I make the lecture fade out of my ears, staring at the stage with no thought in my head. I feel a stare on my left

I turn my head and am met with eyes staring dead straight into mine. The glasses cover the way he'slooking at me, so i can't read how he's feeling, but his eyes are dark and hooded.

I look away slowly, a bit creeped out.

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I stare out the window, watching the trees sway in the breeze and the birds chirp, flapping their wings.

I snap back to reality when Ms. Giraud changes the seating arrangement of the boy we talked to earlier.

The boy with the sandy hair whispers something to him and makes him trip. The class laughs. I stare quietly and think, what an asshole.

"And you, girl with the Mary Jane's. What's your name?" Ms. Giraud says, but it feels like she's screaming. I stand up.

"Y/N Pardine." I respond. I feel the class's eyes on me. A certain pair of glasses covered ones make me shiver.

"Ms. Pardine, what's outside the window that's caught your attention?" I stare at her, a bit annoyed.

"Nothing, Ms. Giraud. I'm sorry I got distracted." There's a voice in my head saying fuck you.

She nods. Thank god. "Sit down. See class? That's how you should respond to your teacher." The lecture fades again as I stare off into space at my desk.

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I learned a few names after class. First, the blue dress girls' name is Annick, then the boy who always gets teased is Pichon, and last and very much the least, Joseph Descamps, the boy with the sandy hair.

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As we walk to our next class, someone bumps into my shoulder harshly. I look in front of me and see Descamps running with his friends. A teacher shouts something like 'no running in the halls'. I glare at his back, and he turns around, and he's smiling. Maybe it was because he was laughing, or maybe he was smiling at me. I stick to the first one and glare harder.

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We sit with the same arrangement as the last class. I tap my Mary Jane's on the hardwood floor and admire the way it shines with the sunlight hitting it.

"Excuse me, sir." I hear someone say. I turn my head and see both Descamps and Annick raising their hand.

"Yes?" The teacher asked. Descamps glances at me, and I furrow my brows. He smirks and looks away.

"I think she raised her hand." He states. I breathe out through my nose, a silent laugh. He's smiling again. Is he always this happy?

The teacher gives Annick a side look. Confusion covers my face. Does he think the girls aren't supposed to be here, too?

He lets her talk, and she does. She explains the meaning of the words written on the board. I look at her, impressed. She's pretty and smart. Good for her.

I see Michèle look to her left. I look, too. The boys pass notes and whisper incoherently. I keep a close eye on them. They pass the note to one boy, Laubrac, who looks like he doesn't know what to do with it.

"Give me that." The teacher states. "Give it to me."

Laubrac gets up, moving to the front of the classroom. The teacher opens up the note, then looks back at Laubrac.

"You think this is funny?" The teacher holds up the note.

"It wasn't me." Laubrac says in defence, but with a calm tone.

"Who is responsible for this masterpiece?" The teacher waves the paper in the air.

I turn my head back to the boys in the back. Descamps is chewing on the tip of his pen, acting like he doesn't know anything. His blinks under his glasses, and I squint. His hazel eyes connect with mine, and I look away swiftly.

"Your name?" The teacher asks as he folds the note.

"It wasn't me." Laubrac states again.

"'It wasn't me'. All culprits have the same name. They must be related. Okay, Mr. It wasn't me-"

"Laubrac. My name is Laubrac."

The teacher pauses. "Alright, Laubrac. Are you the boy from foster care? A nobody's son trying to graduate? How amusing." Gasps are heard.

"Didn't anyone teach you discipline in the care system?" He didn't wait for Laubrac to respond. "I won't let a bastard like you disrupt my class. Get out."

"But he didn't do anything." Michèle gets up from her seat to exclaim. I stare at her in shock.

"Nobody taught you how to raise your hand in your all girls' school, Ms. Magnan? Or maybe you think you have a free pass because your uncle is the dean." This teacher is getting on my nerves. I glance at him with squinted eyes.

"Escort your new friend to your uncle's office. He'll give you detention, too." He points to the door. Michèle and Laubrac start walking. I stare at her worriedly. I lean over the desk to talk to Simone.

"Is she gonna be okay?" I ask her. She turns to look at me with creased eyebrows.

"I think so. Her uncle's the dean, after all." I nod and sit back down.

I glance behind me and catch framed hazel eyes staring. He looks away quickly. I stare back to the front.

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Me and Michèle are walking outside when we hear a man call out her name. Before we could turn, he grabs her arm and leads her to the side of the building. I stood in my place, waiting for her instead of going with when I noticed it was just her brother. I walk to lean against the building, gathering my surroundings. I hear pebbles being stepped on and think nothing of it, assuming it was Simone. It wasn't.

"Good morning." I turn my head, smiling, then drop it when I'm met with a chest. I tilt my head upward, and the sunlight hits my eyes. There's a smile on his face still.

"Why are you alone? Where's your friend?" Descamps interrogates. I stare blankly.

"It doesn't matter to you." I turn my head again. I feel him adjust, putting an arm against the wall of the building.

"I know it shouldn't. But seeing a pretty girl like you all alone worries me. I can't let the other boys get to you before I could." He lowers his voice, dropping his head to reach my height.

I look back up at him. I raise my eyebrows. "How many girls have you used that on?"

He laughs. He's laughing. Why is he laughing?

"You're witty. I like that." I roll my eyes at his words. I notice Michèle in the middle of the grounds with Simone, and I sigh in relief. I walk away from Descamps and sprint to them, trying to keep myself composed.

As I get to them, Simone is running towards the bathroom. I catch my breath and shout.

"Simone, that's not-" Simone squeals as she runs back to us. She's laughing. I smile widely, amused.

"It was the boys' bathroom. I just saw-" We start walking but stop as a boy calls out 'What was that!?'.

"Sorry!" Simone repeats, and we all laugh.

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We all sit and talk in the lunch hall. I look out the window, barely touching my food.

Loud clattering catches my attention. I turn my head and see Pichon's hands in Annick's food. I grimace. There are boys laughing in the background. Pichon says a quick sorry to Annick and walks away, clearly embarrassed. Someone asks Annick if she wants a new plate.

"That idiot should give her his." Michèle says, partially mad. I glance to the boy, and it's Descamps. Of course it is. A series of ooh's are heard in the room. Descamps glances at me, then puts his eyes on Michèle again.

"Does the dean's niece have a problem?" He puts his arm on the backrest of his seat, and the other arm leaning on the table. "What did you tell your uncle? 'Laubrac is innocent. Descamps is the bad one'. The dean's niece and the bastard. A new love story." The hall laughs. I glare at him.

"Why don't you tell us what you wrote on that note?" Michèle bites back.

"It was a drawing. I'll show you." Descamps says calmly. He grabs a bottle and starts drawing on his scrambled eggs. I furrow my brows, already knowing what was gonna happen.

"It's a portrait." He holds up his plate, and his eggs now display a woman's bare chest. I scrunch my nose in digust. The hall laughs yet again. Words come piling out my mouth before I know it.

"It's too bad you'll only ever see them in pictures, not in real life. Women would never fawn over that small dick of yours." I say, and the hall erupts with impressed sounds. He raises his eyebrows. Simone holds up a sausage.

"Does this remind you of anything?" She grabs the other end of the sausage and breaks it in half. I laugh. The hall ooh's again. They start banging on the tables, and it catches a teachers attention.

Descamps glances back at us and glares at Michèle. His eyes travel to mine, and a spark of mischief flashes in his framed eyes. My brows crease.

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The bell rings, and students walk into their classrooms. Me, Michèle, and Simone are walking to our class.

I stare out the windows, seeing the busy streets of the afternoon. The girls are talking about a man named 'Alain Delon' when Michèle opens the door and a tub of water drops on her. I gasp.

The boys are laughing. I look at Michèle in worry. I tried to look for something to cover her up, but our teacher came first. She looks at Michèle, then looks at the room full of boys. She gets rid of her coat and tells someone to keep an eye on the class.

I walk inside, standing in shock near my table at the back at what happened. When I came back to my senses, Descamps was drawing boobs on the board, saying some things I couldn't hear with my unfocused mind.

Before I could walk over to him and give him a beating, Michèle's brother, Jean Pierre, walks into the classroom and starts punching the boys.

The others try to stop him, but he keeps punching. I stare at the scene, unable to do anything.

Descamps's eyes move from the fight to me, and I see emotions flashing in them. Worry, stress, fear, and regret. His eyes continue to stay on me when he gets punched. I cover my mouth in shock. I run near.

I pick up his glasses, and there's a crack on one of the frames. My heart drops when I hear whimpering.

I turn around and see Descamps on the floor, hand cupping his eye. I hadn't noticed the dean until he was kneeling next to him.

"My eye! I can't see." Tears well up. I feel thundering emotions.

My ears ring, and I blur everything out. I can still hear him whimpering. My eyes travel around his shaking body, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I feel like falling.

"Pardine. Take him to the office and call an ambulance." The dean tells me, and I snap back into reality. I quickly go to Descamps and grab his shoulders, ushering him to stand. There's blood seeping out of his fingers. I try not to sob.

He probably thought I was the nurse because he leans into me and relaxes a bit. I sigh shakily. I rub his back with my palm and guide him to the office.

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The ambulance was called, and he was taken to the hospital. I sit on the stairs, watching the ambulance drive away. I sigh deeply and place my head on my hands. I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm myself.

Why did I help? He's bullied my classmates, especially Pichon and Michèle. I furrow my eyebrows. Fuck.

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I knock on the door, and I'm granted to come in. I quickly grab my things, ignoring the teachers questions. Michèle and Simone lean over to me. Simone talks first.

"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly. I shake my head no.

"I don't feel well. I think I'm gonna take the rest of the day off." Simone nods, understanding. Michèle looks confused but brushes it off.

"Okay. Get home safe. We'll see you tomorrow?" Michèle asks. I nod.

"Sure. See you tomorrow." I leave the room and head to the dean's office, asking for an excuse slip.

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As I lie on my bed petting George, I recall the events. Meeting the girls, talking to Descamps, Descamps embarrassing Michèle, witnessing Descamps go blind, calling the hospital for him. I sigh again. That boy will be the death of me.

I glance at my Mary Jane's. There's a scratch on it. Only when I got home I realised that Descamps stepped on it when he pushed past me. Fuck him and his face.

I hate him, I say in my head. I hate him and will continue to hate him. Two eyes or not.

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End of- Chapter one: Mary Jane's

Next- Chapter two: My eye only

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End of Chapter one, i really hope you guys liked it. It's my first time writing in a long while. When I watched Mixte, i was obsessed with joseph and was disappointed with the lost opportunity of an enemies to lovers. So i made one with a reader insert because i also couldn't find a lot of reader insert for joseph in it. Joseph and reader will get together very soon. Please dm this acc for recommendations. Thank you for reading!!!

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PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X scaramouche FEM READER PLEASE ROMANTIC

Hihihihi! Welcome to my blog and of course I can write this. I am familiar with his character so I’ll do the best of my abilities to make sure it fits him! Also request are open!

ALASTOR X FEM SCARAMOUCHE!READER

( Ignore the cat, I had no idea what else to put lol :3 )

you were wandering around without any real intentions. You already lost the three most important people you trust, no you didn’t lose them. They betrayed you after you gave them YOUR trust.

as you were in your own mind thinking about all that’s happened a poster flies into your face and you decide to take it off and see what it even is. The poster read “want to be redeemed for a chance to live in heaven! Well come and visit the hasbin hotel!!” It had a photo of the hotel and a smiley face on it. You were bored out of your mind especially with all these dumb sinners, you decided why not go there then? It’s not like anyone remembered who you were before anyways.

after you flew to the hotel with your elemental skill…

It didn’t take you too long to get to the hotel, it was quite easy to see as it was big and bright. And also out in the open. You prepared yourself as you went to knock on the door but paused. What if they broke your trust like how your old friends broke it? What if you make a bad impression? What if you manage to screw everything up once you actually become friends with them?

you couldn’t let that stop you though, you made sure no one old remembers you after you completely changed your identity for the better. Sometimes it’s best to let go of the past. You knocked on the door and waited for someone.

as you waited suddenly the door burst open and a blonde haired girl appeared with a greyish/white haired girl behind her. The blonde one quickly introduced herself as Charlie and the one behind her introduced herself as Vaggie. Charlie seemed overjoyed that someone actually came to the hotel.

once you entered you noticed there was also a spider looking person, a literal human sized snake, a cat, and a small maid the size of a child. But one of the people you saw there caught your eye, he was wearing a red suit and his hair kinda looked like it had ears. You found out from Charlie that his name was Alastor.

He walked over to you and inspected your look. He found you quite intriguing compared to the other females he met in his life, and his hell life. Like the gentleman he is he grabbed your hand and gave a small kiss to it. He politely introduced himself even though Charlie already did but you didn’t mind. You decided to also introduce yourself to him.

as you were walking to your hotel room, Alastor decided to accompany you on the way there even though it wasn’t a long walk. He just wanted to help you get settled in. You guys both realized you had way more in common than you thought, not being able to trust people enough, mother issues, (😭) and also loving to give people a taste of their own medicine.

as you got to your room he offered to get you some food or tea if you’d like. You decided that tea wouldn’t be that bad as it was quite nice to drink tea during the afternoon. He made both of you guys a tea and walked you to the balcony where he opened the door for you to enter first, pulled the chair out for you, and poured you some tea. It was really kind of him even though you barley knew eachother yet.

the afternoon went by so fast as the two of you chatted about your own interests and what you liked. Before you knew it, the night had already settled in and you got a bit sleepy. You both decided that it would be time to rest and you both said your goodbyes. Maybe it would be just fine at this hotel with him around.

two months later…

you and alastor became inseparable after two months together. Like two peas in a pod, you guys were so alike and did so much fun things together! There was a secret you were hiding from him though, the fact that you were starting to grow a crush on him. (Not to worry as he was also growing a crush and attachment to you.)

it got so obvious to the other staff members of the hotel that you guys liked eachother that they started making bets on who would confess first. But they also realized how you were mainly comfortable around Alastor and trusted him the most. Which was rare for you because you didn’t wanna trust anyone anymore but he made it so hard not to trust him.

Alastor decided to be the one to make the first move because if he didn’t then you guys would’ve just stayed quiet about your feelings. You were afraid of him rejecting you and then being left alone. Again.

he offered to take you out to dinner tonight and you happily accepted. You decided to wear a dark blue dress with a sliver necklace. It felt really pretty on you. Alastor decided to just teleport you to the restaurant he made a reservation at and you guys both made your way to the table.

he of course, pulled the chair out for you to sit on before he even sat down. “sooo, what would you like to order dear?” The sudden pet name caught you off guard but he kinda spoke like that to every female so you kept your cool. “I think I’ll just have [whatever your favorite food is reader!].”

Alastor nodded and he placed your orders. In the mean time you both chatted and he started becoming a bit more touchy than usual, like if you put your arm on the table he would slowly brush his hand against it. You know the usual trying to hit on a girl movements.

after a couple minutes both of you're food came and you decided to eat. It was silent as you guys were both eating but after you were done you guys decided to stay there for a bit before leaving. Alastor grabbed your hand as you guys left and pulled you close.

“listen I know this place that I think you’ll love, just close your eyes and trust me alright? He spoke out, this got you all curious now but you just nodded as he covered your eyes and led you there.

after a couple minutes of walking he then took his hands off your eyes and you didn’t realize how close he was. But also the scenery of where he took you was beautiful for hell, it felt like it has romantic vibes in the air. He then took both of your hands and looked you deep in your eyes.

“I have been dying to tell you something dear. Please let me speak for just a couple of minutes because I simply cannot wait anymore.”

you felt your heart racing and you nodded as you waited for him to speak.

“I never thought I could find love in any way shape or form, but when you appeared you suddenly made me feel something. Like a spark was ignited in my heart. I don’t know why you make me feel this way but it’s an amazing feeling. Please dear, tell me if you feel the same.”

was he implying that he loved you? Yeah he was, he just didn’t know how to explain it because this was the first time he genuinely felt it in his heart. It took you a couple of seconds to process what he said and your face turned red from you blushing. (Very logical for your face to turn red when you blush, yes.)

you wanted to give him a kiss right then and there but you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time and you wanted to make it special.

“Alastor I feel the same way. I felt as if everyone left me and broke my trust so many times, but you never did. I know we only met a while ago but you set a spark in my heart that I didn’t know I still had.”

you and him were overjoyed that you both felt the same way about eachother. He then moved his hands so they cupped your face and brought you into a kiss. It didn’t last long but it felt good. Suddenly you heard rustling in the bushes behind you guys. And you saw six heads pop out. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel dust, Husk, Sir pentious, and Nifty.

“I TOLD YOU ALASTOR WOULD BE THE ONE TO MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!” Angel dust shouted and then the other five took out money and handed it over to him. They were seriously spying and betting on you two. It made you feel heavily embarrassed though. But in the end you got what you wanted so you ignored the embarrassment and just focused on the spark your heart felt right now.

Note: hiiiii again! Thanks for reading all of this if you made it this far. I tried my best with the Scaramouche reader but it was lowkey hard. I hope you enjoyed though!

[ash-lash]

school bus graveyard headcanons!! (Just my opinion)

Ashlyn🎧

When she’s practicing ballet she has her music low. So when anyone walks in they don’t hear it and wonder what the absolute what is she doing.

Ashlyn refuses to be around Aiden when he’s eating jolly ranchers because he crunches on them and if she has to hear that one more time she’s sticking them to his bedroom window

Prefers soft food over crunchy food due to how it feels in her ears and how it sounds. (you know when you hear the food you eat? That’s what I mean)

When she goes to ballet practice she always looks out for Aiden ever since she showed him where the studio was. He showed up once and Ashlyn had the instructor lock him outside.

Aiden🧩

Loves puzzles to the point where he has a stash of them that he hasn’t completed in a box because one day he knows he’ll finish them. (Spoiler alert he gets side tracked and never does)

Tries to break his habit of crunchy on jolly ranchers around ash to make her more comfortable. But she did stick one to his head once and now he prefers the gummy jolly ranchers.

When he shows up to Ashlyn’s dance studio he always tries to go around the back but ash always seem to know his next move and locks his entrance points.

Ben 🥊

Throws hands with parents that hit their kids. You cannot tell me he has not had the internal fight of trying not to slam a parent into the clothes rack when they spank their kids in public.

He once helped a cat stuck in a tree when he was a kid and it scratched him. And while he was disinfecting them Aiden had a talk with him about not getting close to things that’ll hurt you.

Aiden managed to make him dye his hair blonde or match him once and that’s why his hair is so short cause he had to start over cause of the bleach.

Tyler ⚾️

Hates cold weather, will immediately go back inside when it’s cold or later himself up more.

Him and Taylor used to have staring contests as kids and neither of them would look away until their dad or mom grabbed them and moved them away from each other

Judges Aiden whenever Aiden says something dumb. He thinks how can he be rich and dumb. But he never says it out loud cause he has respect for aiden since most of them know aiden is actually really smart.

Taylor 🪛

Once cut her hair to match Tyler’s and their mom couldn’t tell them apart for days

Once made a robot to attack Barron with but Tyler dismantled it and talked to her about it.

Thought about joining the cheer team since some of her friends were on it but decided against it.

Pulls all-nighters to finish projects and mechanical stuff.

Logan📚

Loves reading. I kinda think he’d read books off of booktok and when he does he’d honestly be to scared to even go back on the app.

He used to always wear long socks but them changed to leggings instead to be a bit more fashionable.

Thought about getting contacts but putting anything near his eyes makes him shudder and he’d rather not.

His grandparents make good food and so he invites the group over sometimes and they have a good time eating

Once discovered how to make a hallucinogenic concoction when he was making mulch and mixed two flowers together.

Has books all over his room. Tyler once came over to help him organize. And the next day it was back the way it was.

Logan has his favorite books on a small shelf in his room and rereads them every morning and night.

[mokokone]

Since you do demon slayer and mononoke, can I request a demon slayer reader x Kusuriuri/medicine seller. I heard that he's a kitsune, and I saw that kitsure are equated to demons. So, like the reader is trying to kill Kusuriuri's, but he always manages to escape her attempts (kinda like a cat and a mouse game), and it slowly starts to become a relationship (Maybe he saves her from a strong Mononoke, its up to you lol). Of course you don't have to do this, love your work! ♥️♥️

A/n: This was fun to write. Though I did have a hard time trying to fit Kusuriuri in the Demon Slayer universe. I honestly don't think he would fair against Muzan and his demons since they're basically still humans and Kusuriuri only fights against Mononoke. I am also not good at writing something like a Tom & Jerry chase scenario so forgive me if this doesn't meet your standards.

Anyway, I hope you like, comment, reblog (only if you want to), and enjoy!

Encounter - The Medicine Seller x DemonSlayer!Reader [ᴍᴏɴᴏɴᴏᴋᴇ x ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ: ᴋɪᴍ��ᴛꜱᴜ ɴᴏ ʏᴀɪʙᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀ]

Your Kasugai crow had informed you hours ago to head west. You obediently followed its guidance, sprinting as quickly as you could until you arrived at the rural mountain village where a peculiar string of disappearances and murders had occurred.

During your investigation, you're informed by the residents that a mysterious man has been spotted roaming the streets after dark and leaving behind a number of strange ofuda (paper tailsman) on people's doors and was carrying a box on his back.

He had arrived like the wind, proclaiming to be a medicine vendor, and was last seen wandering down the old pine forest road.

Despite the fear that gripped the neighborhood, no one could say for sure who this mysterious man was or what his intentions might be.

You weren't too surprised. As a Kanoto-ranked demon slayer, you were certain that this so-called "medicine seller" is the demon responsible for kidnapping and killing people.

Though it's likely the vile fiend wasn't as powerful as a Kizuki member, you knew not to underestimate any demon─regardless of their rank.

After all, even lower-ranked demons could prove to be formidable opponents if not dealt with carefully. As you set out to hunt down the demon behind the gruesome acts, you made sure to prepare yourself for whatever challenges may come your way. With your trusted blade and unwavering determination, you were ready to face whatever horrors awaited you in the shadows.

When nightfall came, you opted to patrol the streets and wait for the man to strike so you could slay him. You had already instructed your crow to call for backup immediately in case things were to go wrong.

You didn't survive in the Demon Slayer Corps for this long without a good reason. It was your duty to protect the innocent and rid the world of evil, no matter the cost. And you were more than willing to fulfill that duty, even if it meant putting your own life on the line.

Thus, the hunt was on!

At first, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and it was so quiet that you had to fight to remain conscious. Luckily, your time on Mount Fujikasane forced you to always remain on your guard while on missions.

Suddenly, the tap of wooden geta caught your attention, and when you snapped your head towards the sound, you saw a man with a purple bandana tied around his head and carry a strange box on his back.

The box reminded you of the one your friend Tanjiro Kamado uses to carry his little sister Nezuko.

His skin is very pale, his ears are pointy, and he has sharp canine teeth and dark blue eyes. His hair is dirty blonde and he is dressed in a vibrant kimono. Red markings outline the outsides of his eyes, with teardrop shapes underneath. He appears to be smirking, but it's actually because of a purple mark on his upper lip.

He, in fact, didn't appear to be human at all! Surely he must be the demon going around murdering people.

You gripped your katana tightly, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you stared down the strange man before you.

Before you could even think twice, your body reacted instinctively, fluid and precise, as you lunged forward with the intent to behead the perceived demon.

"I have you now, demon!" you declared, voice laced with a mixture of determination and a hint of bloodlust as you unsheathed your nichirin blade.

 It was a game of cat and mouse, with you relentlessly pursuing the stranger, driven by your conviction that this man was a demon that needed to be vanquished.

The stranger, however, seemed unfazed by your aggression, and with a brief glance, he turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows of the surrounding woods. Without hesitation, you gave chase, your feet pounding against the forest floor as you pursued the fleeing figure.

 As the chase continued, the stranger seemed to effortlessly weave through the dense foliage, his movements fluid and graceful. You, however, refused to be deterred, your determination fueling your every step.

 "You can't run forever, demon!" You shouted, your voice echoing through the woods.

 The stranger remained silent, focusing on his escape. You could feel the frustration building within you, your desire to catch the elusive figure growing stronger with each passing moment.

 Suddenly, the stranger took a sharp turn, disappearing behind a thicket of trees. You followed suit, your katana raised and ready to strike. But as you reached the clearing, the stranger was nowhere to be seen...

"Wh-what?" You quickly scanned the area, your senses heightened, searching for any sign of the fleeing demon.

"What is this demon you speak of?" Said a voice from behind you.

Startled, you quickly swung your sword back. However, the stranger skillfully intercepted your strike, effortlessly catching the blade between his index and middle finger.

"I'm afraid you must have me confused with someone else." With a quick flick of his wrist, he makes you lower your katana, and you can't help but snarl.

"I am not a demon, but a medicine seller," the stranger continued, his voice calm and soothing. "I am simply passing through," he tells you.

Despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The stranger's words seemed too good to be true, and his demeanor was too composed for someone who claimed to be innocent.

You scoffed, unable to contain your skepticism. "Yeah right. Are you seriously expecting me to believe that?"

The stranger's smile remained unwavering, and his expression betrayed no hint of offense at your disbelief. It was as if he had anticipated your reaction and was prepared to face your doubts head-on.

You stepped back, putting some distance between you two, before gripping and raising your katana once more. "With that appearance, anyone can see you're not human," you add, and you launch at him again.

The medicine seller was quick as he countered your attack with a weapon of his own. His blade was sheathed, with the saya (scabbard) being unlike anything you've ever seen. The hilt had the appearance of a komainu that's commonly found in Shinto shrines. And you could swear it clicked its teeth at you.

That's not normal.

You hesitated, unsure of what to make of this eponymous stranger who seemed to be more than meets the eye. However, you were finding it hard to believe his words.

"I understand your doubts, little demon slayer," the medicine seller said, his voice soft and suave. "But I assure you, I'm no demon, just a medicine seller, and my intentions are of no ill-will." He reassures.

"Besides, you should know not to ever judge a book by its cover."

"I..." You balk. "I don't trust you," you muttered, eyeing him warily as you tightened your grip on your own weapon, ready for any sudden moves.

The medicine seller merely chuckled. "Trust is a luxury not easily afforded in our line of work," he replied cryptically, his tone still gentle. "But rest assured, I am here to help, not harm."

Despite his reassurances, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. The Komainu hilt seemed to mock you with its silent gaze, adding to the mystery surrounding this enigmatic figure before you.

"However, if you wish to kill me, then I am afraid I'd have no choice but to defend myself," he warned, his eyes never leaving yours.

In one swift movement, his weapon clashes with yours, knocking you back some. You attempted to use your Wisteria Breathing technique to counter his attack, but he was already one step ahead, effortlessly dodging your moves with a smirk on his face.

You couldn't help but admire his agility and skill.

As your little fight of keep away continued, you couldn't help but wonder about the true intentions of this enigmatic man.

Was he truly here to help, as he claimed, or was there more to his story than met the eye?

The way he moved with grace and precision was a clear indication of his expertise in combat, making it clear that you were facing a formidable opponent.

Frustration started to consume you as you observed that he showed no intention of drawing his sword or harming you in any way.

"Are you affiliated with Kibutsuji Muzan?" you inquired, seeking clarity.

"Muzan...?" The medicine seller tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"Y'know? The Demon King?" You prodded, trying to jog his memory.

"Hmm, I never heard of him," he responded. "Is he Mononoke?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Oh wow, perhaps he is telling the truth about not being a demon, especially considering his unfamiliarity with Muzan.

You stopped attacking him and took a step back, feeling a mix of both relief and confusion. The medicine seller's genuine expression and lack of recognition of the name Kibutsuji Muzan made you question your assumptions.

Maybe he truly was not connected to the demons in any way. As you observed him closely, you noticed there wasn't a rank or number etched in his pupil, indicating that he's not a member of The Twelve Kizuki.

Despite his bizarre, non-human appearance, you couldn't help but believe him as you took your sword and sheathed it. The medicine seller, seeing this, puts his weapon away as well, tucking it into the obi of his kimono.

The tension in the air dissipated slowly as you considered the possibility that the medicine seller was not your enemy after all. His demeanor, now that you had stopped attacking him, was one of peaceful contemplation.

"So, you're not a demon?" You inquired.

"As I said before, I'm a humble medicine seller just passing through," he restated.

"Are you the one responsible for putting those strange tailsmans on people's doors?"

"Yes," he answered in earnest.

"Why?" You prressed further, wanting to understand his motives.

"To protect people from mononoke," he explained. "They're vengeful spirits that feed off negative emotions, do things like possess individuals, and make them suffer, cause disease, or even death."

"Oh!" You're surprised at this, as the medicine seller continues.

"I use my knowledge and abilities to fend off the mononoke until I can learn the spirit's shape, truth, and reason. Only then can I unsheathe my blade and kill the spirit." He said, gesturing to the seemingly sentient sword in his obi.

"So, you're like me but a ghost hunter?" You asked, now both intrigued and amazed, as stars twinkled in your eyes.

The medicine seller chuckles, "Sort of."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you realized that the medicine seller was actually not a threat. The initial fear and tension that had gripped you just moments ago now seemed like a distant memory.

"That's so cool, Mr. Kusuriuri-san," you commented, and he smiled at the name.

Soon, you felt a twinge of guilt for attacking him earlier as you lean forward and bow. "Please forgive me, Kusuriuri, for trying to kill you," you apologized.

"I was quick to judge you without knowing the whole story," you added, feeling a sense of regret for your actions.

But the medicine seller simply chuckled and reassured you that he held no grudges.

"It's okay, little demon slayer. It is a common reaction when faced with the unknown," he reassured you, his tone gentle as always. "You were simply doing your job. I understand it's your solemn duty to protect humanity from this Muzan and his army of demons."

You blushed upon feeling his hand pat your head, a gesture that conveyed both approval and reassurance. In that moment, you felt a surge of gratitude towards him for his understanding. It was a reminder of why you had taken on the mantle of demon slayer in the first place—to safeguard the innocent and uphold justice in a world threatened by Muzan and his demons.

It seems both you and Kusuriuri share a common goal. You, a demon slayer, and he, a mononoke hunter, both seek to rid the world of dark forces that threaten the balance.

"So, what are the mononoke you're hunting, Kusuriuri-san?" You soon asked him.

"They are ikiryō (live spirits) and are the restless souls of the villagers who have been slaughtered by the demon you've been summoned to seek and destroy." He tells you.

"Really?"

"Yes," Kusuriuri nods. "The demon is their truth, but unfortunately, my abilities are futile against such a fiend. So, I'm in need of your aid, demon slayer. If you kill the vile demon, only then can I vanquish the ikiryō, so that they may find peace." He explains.

As you mulled over Kusuriuri's words, you realized the fate of the village rested in your hands, and the lives of the innocent villagers hung in the balance.

And so, with determination coursing through you, you smiled before agreeing to lend him your aid.

"Thank you," Kusuriuri murmured as he then informed you where the demon was hiding.

You were ready to confront the demon and bring peace to the restless souls.

[tbcanary]

arrowfam week day four: found

(set after the current ga and bop run, hypothetically)

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Someone in the house shrieks. The sound rattles off the walls, and Dinah is up and in the hallway before she can even process.

Behind her, Ollie is cursing as he struggles to pull on pants and follow her. She doesn’t wait for him; she bounds up the stairs to where she thinks the noise came from, heart pounding in her throat.

“Sin?” she shouts. “Lian? Are you okay?”

Dinah all but flies down the hall toward the door to Sin’s room. Lian’s door is open, and the lights are off; no point checking there.

The roar of her blood is so loud in her own ears that she doesn’t notice until too late that the screaming has stopped. As she flings open Sin’s door, adrenaline racing in her veins and pulse pounding in her chest —

She hears laughter.

She sees Lian, sitting on the floor and clutching her chest as she lets out a stream of giggles.

She sees someone standing in the center of the room. Someone blonde, wearing black fishnets and a familiar bodysuit that sits just a little too loose around her slim hips.

Dinah’s brain catches up about as quickly as Ollie, sliding in his socks to hover at her side. “Is that my wig?”

Sin whips around to face her. The blonde hair falls in her face in tangles and knots, but Dinah can at least see something close to guilt on her features.

“Um,” Sin says. “Yes. It was in the closet?”

Dinah’s heart is still pressing uncomfortably against her ribs. She crosses her arms and cocks an eyebrow. “And the fishnets?”

“…Laundry?” Sin tries.

“You’re a little old to be playing dress-up, you know,” Dinah scolds.

“Oh, come on, pretty bird,” Ollie huffs next to her. He puts a hand on her shoulder, and Dinah just manages not to shove him off. “Didn’t you tell me you got your start trying on your ma’s things?”

“That is my business,” Dinah intones. She ignores the heat rising to her own face. “I know for a fact that those were hidden, Sin. Did you pick the lock to the attic?”

“It isn’t just me!” Sin insists. “Lian did it, too!”

Lian sticks her chin up defiantly. The fabric slips from her hair and pools around her collarbone. “Uncle Ollie doesn’t care if I wear his things.”

“If you—“ Ollie starts. He leans past Dinah to look at Lian more closely. Then he sputters, indignant, and points an accusatory finger. “Hey now, little cat! That bow is an antique!”

Lian shrugs. The shameless expression on her face is every bit her father, and Dinah almost forgets to be mad at them both. “You need better locks.”

“Oh, do I? And who’s going to pay for those? Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know—“

Dinah rolls her eyes and cuts Ollie off with a hand. “Girls. This is your home, and we love to have you here.”

Sin preens. She ruffles the blonde hair with one hand to reveal her dark, sparkling eyes. Something about it is downright uncanny; Dinah had never anticipated anyone coming along to fill her shoes once she’s out of the business, and with her sister standing there in her old uniform, something in her heart aches.

But she presses on, anyway. “If I find you digging through my private things again, I will make you clean every single dish in the kitchen. By hand. In chili night. Understood?”

Lian shivers and sticks her tongue out in disgust. “Eugh.”

“Loud and clear,” Sin answers.

“And don’t scare me like that again. I was about ready to scream the house down.”

Ollie laughs under his breath. “Well, with my help—“

“Do not finish that sentence, Oliver Queen.”

Dinah does her best to ignore the way Sin and Lian are laughing again, both looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes.

It’s going to be a very, very long day.

[mhamusings]

In The Dormitory

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,139

Content (TWs): Top!Shinsou, Bottom!Kaminari. Begging, teasing, praise kink... pretty cute and fluffy smut I'd say, minor daddy kink

Teasing Denki had very quickly become one of Hitoshi's favorite pass times. Getting under the blonde boy's skin, seeing the wheels turn in his head as he picks up on every innuendo Hitoshi dropped. He couldn't help from smiling, even a little, when he made him blush. The redder Denki's cheeks got the wider Hitoshi's Cheshire-cat smile became.

Though he loved nothing more than when he was able to lock him up in his dorm room right before curfew came. Such was a night tonight, as he clicked the lock on his doorknob over and turned around to face his adorable little sparky boy. Just as Hitoshi had expected, Denki sat on the edge of his bed with his arms folded around his mid-section, his golden eyes following as Hitoshi roamed the room and his soft face still rosy-pink. Hitoshi stopped his pacing just across the room from where Denki sat, a good 3 strides keeping them apart from one another.

"This isn't the first time you've been in here like this,"

Hitoshi began, running his fingers through the top of his wildly-unkempt indigo hair, "so what's with that look?”

He knew exactly what was with that look. He'd been trying to pull that expression out of the blonde since early that morning. Denki's aversion to his eyes, him subconsciously licking his lips, the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he focused on his breathing. His eyes shifting around quickly, unsure of exactly where to look. His adorable bout of uncharacteristic shyness.

Hitoshi knew exactly what it all meant. Of course, that didn't mean he was above making Denki say it out loud himself. He did love to tease the poor boy after all.

"You know exactly why I look like this." He argued back.

"I want to hear you say it."

Denki fell quiet for a moment, then his lips barely moved to form the words Hitoshi wanted to hear.

'I'm sorry," Hitoshi stepped across the room, seamlessly leaving the wall and softly pushing Denki onto his back, bracing his hands on either side of his head, " don't think I caught that last part."

"I, I said it was because you turn me on!"

"That's my good boy." Hitoshi whispered, hot breath running down his neck. He was reveling for the hundredth time in Denki's submissive side, completely smitten by him. Knowing no one else saw this side of him- that the only thing anyone else knew him as was a flirty, air-headed, happy-go-lucky kid -made him love it that much more. This was his dirty little secret. He was dirty little secret.

Hitoshi pressed a firm kiss just beneath Denki's ear. He followed with a barrage of gentle kisses. He shifted his weight over his body, leaning onto his forearm still beside Denki's face. With his free hand, he gently trailed down his chest and rested his fingertips against Denki's stomach. He felt his sharp inhale- then slow exhale, watching him quiver under his hand. Kissing down to the nape of his neck. His kisses stopped as he suddenly and roughly, bit down on his smooth skin.

Denki yelped, his body involuntarily twisting before relaxing against the pile of blankets beneath his body.

"Not so rough.." Denki whined, his words trailing off.

Hitoshi dragged his tongue firmly along the fresh bite, listening to the pleased sigh come from Denki's mouth.

Once more he decided to bite down against Denki's bare skin, this time feeling tiny droplets of blood touch his lip. Denki yelled louder, a brief shout of pain.

Hitoshi's focused shifted to his face, slightly twisted in pain. He didn't move, didn't remove his lips from his neck. He shifted his weight again, sliding his hand off Denki's stomach to support himself, his arm that formerly braced his body now brushing down along side his cheek.

He pulled his mouth off Denki, a few droplets of blood along with his teeth indentations left behind.

"Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, gentle, he wanted to make it clear to Denki if he'd hurt him, he was sorry, and if he wanted to stop, they could. Denki took a shaky breath and nodded.

“I’m fine…”

Hitoshi looked at him, watching him stare at him.

Brainwashing may not allow him to read minds, but over the years he'd become exceptionally intuitive, being able to read people better than most. He could find their tic with relative ease and force them into speaking before they'd even realized they'd fallen for his trap. This wasn't the case with Denki.

He could read Denki better than anyone else. He almost could read Denki's mind.

Now, as he stared into Denki's adorable face, his eyes full of desire, he could easily read exactly what he was thinking.

Mark me, please.

With his tongue, Hitoshi gently licked the blood he'd drawn. His tongue dragged around Denki's throat, stopping here or there to bite and suck fresh bruises onto his skin. He kept quiet as he could, listening closely to each blissful sound out of Denki's mouth. His weak whimpers-turn soft, decisive moans sent chills down Hitoshi's spine. He rose up to admire his handiwork. Denki's neck was covered in fresh, dark bruises- a stark contrast to the boy's creamy skin, and the wetness from his tongue still visible all along his throat.

'I'm pretty damn good at that."

"Shut up." Denki turned his eyes away, though his lack of disagreement was a loud enough agreement for Hitoshi.

"'It looks sexy." Hitoshi informed him, pressing a firm kiss to his temple. His hand gliding down and stopping at his belt.

He swiftly unlatched his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, all while maintaining eye contact with the boy beneath him. He slid his hand down, his the tips of his fingers brushing along his underwear, feeling just how hard he'd become.

"Really? After just a little kissing?" He taunted.

"You're just a really good kisser, so.. so that's why!"

Denki tried defending himself from Hitoshi's observations.

"Is that so?" As Hitoshi's hand curled around Denki's cock, he lowered his face to catch him in a kiss. His tongue gliding along Denki's lower lip. He kept an even pace as his lips massaged Denki's, his hand running up and down his dick.

Denki's arms wrapped around Hitoshi's neck, he kissed back hungrily. He sucked on Hitoshi's lips, his hips rolled against Hitoshi's hand, his body desperate for his touch. Hitoshi broke away from kissing him to watch his hips move.

"You look so cute when you do that."

"Just shut up and give me what I want already!" Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at his sudden, yet unsurprising outburst of desperation. Maybe he shouldn't have been so caught off guard that Denki wasn't playing around-he did endure an entire school day's worth of Hitoshi's special flirting.

"What do vou want?" Hitoshi asked of the mess of a boy- writhing under his touch. He refused to lose his control of the situation, no matter how much Denki's desire- or his own- was driving him wild.

"I... I want to cum! Please, please Hitoshi, make me cum!"

Hitoshi's hand slid under his boxers, once again wrapping his hand around Denki's hard-on. He listened as the skin-to-skin contact made Denki moan, his head rolling back against the blankets. Hitoshi ran his hand along, gliding up and down his lover's dick and watching as Denki unravelled before him. His breath quickened, his arms crossed over his face as he was practically panting as he was touched. Briefly moving his hand away, Hitoshi bore no attention to Denki's complaints and protests. He reached to either side of the blonde's hips and slowly stripped him of his jeans and his boxers, wordlessly shutting him up at the same time. He felt Denki's gaze on him again as he began once more just as he had earlier, letting his hand roam the length of his cock. After a few strokes he flicked his tongue over top of him, briefly, just enough to get a rise out of Denki and to taste his flavor.

If there was any chance he didn't have Denki's complete attention, he sure as hell did now. He once again drew his tongue around the tip of his cock, slower this time, eyeing him from below. His tongue continued tracing along, his eyes holding a dark, lustful gaze for Denki.

He wanted to cum too, badly. He wanted to be touched. He hadn't given Denki the chance to yet- he wasn't positive he was going to, either.

Hitoshi didn't just want a hand job. He didn't even want to feel Denki's tongue and warm mouth on his cock.

What Hitoshi Shinsou really wanted, was to fuck the cute blonde boy senseless. Make him scream his name with his dick deep inside of him, see the look on his face as he finally came inside his body.

And he had every intention of doing just that. But before he would, he wanted to make Denki himself cum. He stopped licking just long enough to take Denki into his mouth, sucking gently, gradually pulling more and more of him in, filling his mouth with his cock. He sucked carefully, licking frequently in different areas.

"Fu..Fuck, Hitoshi, I'm g-gonna, I'm gonna cum...

Denki, breathlessly panting, barely made out. His hips had begun to move in rhythm with Hitoshi, thrusting deeper down into his throat. Hitoshi felt his cock pulsate moments after his hips reached their highest point, driving into the back of his mouth. He made sure to grab him by the waist, snaking his arm behind his back, holding him in place as he came, filling his mouth. He dug his fingertips into his skin, leaving bruises on his shaking body. Hitoshi kept still, focusing on swallowing bit by bit, refusing to open his mouth and let any of Denki's sweet-tasting cum spill out like he were drooling. Denki's innocent, soft breaths and begging had taken a sharp turn as he moaned, loudly cursing his way through orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hitoshi!" He whined his lover's name, his body trembling in his arms.

A bit did trail down the corner of Hitoshi's lips as he swallowed the very last of it, letting Denki's hips go and slowly pulling his mouth off him. Denki seemed to be coming down from a euphoric high. Hitoshi once again crawled over top of him, unable to keep a smile from his face as he kissed his lips gently, ghosting over his mouth, slipping his hands up his shirt, gently tracing over his stomach. Denki kissed him back, still busy trying to catch his breath. Effortlessly, Hitoshi slid Denki's shirt off his body, only allowing a moment to pass where his lips were not attached to the other boy's. He pulled away only when he found himself desperate for air.

He looked into Denki's flushed, sweaty face, and drew his fingers to his lips. He slowly licked his first two fingers, holding Denki's gaze.

Denki's blush deepened. Hitoshi could see the anticipation on his face. He slid his fingers deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and wetting them.

As he dragged them out of his mouth, letting them linger at the tip of lips, he leaned over and breathed down his ear. His fingers glided down his bare chest, tickling down his thigh.

"Relax for me, alright cutie?"

Denki swallowed hard and nodded, taking a deep breath and forcing his body, rigid with excitement, to calm down and settle at Hitoshi's request.

"I... I'm ready, Hitoshi-kun. I want it.. please, give it to me."

Hitoshi slunk his arm beneath Denki's knee, scooping his leg up a few inches off the bed. He traced his fingers up the back of his thigh, barely brushing around his hole. Denki's breath caught, followed by a few short, high-pitched whines. He drew his fingers back, slowly pushing against the whiny mess of a boy trapped within his arms. High-pitched whines shifted into softer, lower moans. His back arched.

"P-please, Hitoshi-kun, don't make me beg." He begged, looking at the slightly younger- yet dominating, intimidating, powerful boy he'd somehow become a smitten wreck for.

"You're so cute when you beg though. I like it." As he explained, he obliged in Denki's desires and pushed one of his fingers into his hole. Hitoshi watched his eyes roll back in his head, listened as he groaned. He pushed deeper, sliding in to his knuckle. Denki breathed quickly, forcing himself to take breath as deeply as he could.

"This what you wanted?" He stared up Denki's creamy skin, the fresh bite and suction marks still a strong contrast from his natural skin tone. Without asking him, without telling him, he pushed his second finger inside along with the first. Denki let out a low moan, his body taking a few moments to adjust to Hitoshi's invading hands. Just seconds before he could finish adjusting to Hitoshi's fingers inside of him, Hitoshi's mouth connected with his torso. He trailed wet kisses along the parts of his mostly-untouched body, looking up into his face as he dragged his tongue from the blonde's belly up to the base of his bruised throat. He watched, pleased, as Denki shuddered in pleasure.

He gradually began moving his fingers, slowly curling them upwards and pulling back. He watched Denki's face, twisting and scrunching with what he hoped was pleasure- until finally he couldn't wait any longer.

He had to have him. He had to have him now.

He continued rhythmically curling his fingers against

Denki's sensitive body. Watching as he wiggled, twisted and squirmed from his touch made Hitoshi's mouth water. He sighed against his neck, leaving breathy kisses up his collar, throat, and finally stopping at his ear.

"Tell me, one last time, what do you want?"

Denki was still panting with each motion of Hitoshi's fingers, his back still arched and his eyes unfocused on anything. He looked over to Hitoshi- his eyes pleading.

"Fu.. fuck me, please Hitoshi-kun, I... I want you to fuck me." He breathlessly begged, getting the words out between each gasp to catch his breath.

Hitoshi pulled off Denki. He was gentle as he grabbed his arm and rolled him onto his stomach. Denki sighed happily, stretching his arms out in front of him.

Still fully clothed, Hitoshi first stripped himself of his shirt and then wiggled out of his pants, never tearing his eyes off Denki. He'd long since memorized what he looked like in countless indecent positions with countless indecent looks on his face, but he never grew tired of seeing it in person.

He ran his hand affectionately along the blonde boy's thigh.

"Get up."

Listening to his order, Denki rose from his stomach and got on his hands and knees. Despite not being able to actually see his face, Hitoshi could envision the anticipation on his sweet face.

He got on his knees too, running his hand lightly down his back.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes.. please, I don't want to wait."

"Please, what?"

Denki was quiet.

"Please, what?" He pressed his fingertips into his skin, hard enough to be unpleasant but not hard enough to bruise.

"P-please Daddy, I don't want to wait. Give it to me.."

He was whiny. So whiny. Hitoshi absolutely adored it, he'd exploit his neediness for his own pleasure whenever he wanted to. And Denki would let him.

It was really, to Hitoshi, an ideal situation.

He slid his cock out of his boxers, sighing pleasurably at the cool air. He pressed himself against Denki's hole and slowly pushed inside of him. As soon as he entered Denki's body, he couldn't keep from moaning. His body was so warm, so tight- his cock fit snug inside.

He enjoyed the sensation for a few brief, blissful seconds before he began moving, slowly, rocking his hips and thrusting in and out of him. Denki moaned at the movement, his head hanging down, his eyes twisted shut. He focused only on the pleasure Hitoshi gave him- each stroke of his cock giving him exactly what he craved.

Hitoshi felt good. He felt better than good. He felt incredible. The whole day he had spent teasing Denki-yet he's also been teasing himself. His mind had been plagued with thoughts of wrecking his body, of leaving him a sweaty, exhausted, happy mess on his bed since that morning.

And not once had Hitoshi given in to his own desires, his own pleasure, until now. Until he was completely inside Denki's sweaty body.

It was worth the wait.

"Fuck." Denki whined, his body rocking with each of Hitoshi's steady thrusts, " y-you're so.."

Hitoshi kept rocking his hips. With one hand, he reached across his body and raked his hand into blond, smooth hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling back hard and suddenly.

Denki yelped.

"I'm so what?" He asked, looking at Denki's face. His neck craned back, his eyes were unfocused and rolled over to look at him. His face was dripping with sweat, drool running down the side of his mouth.

"B-big.." he finished his sentence, trying unsuccessfully to keep from moaning out on an exceptionally hard thrust.

Hitoshi began to speed up. He left go of Denki's hair, instead using his shoulders to brace himself. He sped up more.

"Fuck, Denki.." He growled, digging his fingers into his back. He watched closely, his stomach jumping as Denki began twisting his hips. He moaned once more.

He listened to Denki's adorable whimpers as he tried to keep his pace up, shakily pushing as deeply as he could with each thrust.

"I'm.. gonna cum.." he groaned. Denki nodded, unable to speak. Hitoshi noticed the wet spot of drool that had spilled from his mouth and soaked a little spot on his bedsheets.

He rocked into him one last time, swearing in a low, growling tone, as he felt his body erupt with his orgasm.

"Denki.." he moaned out loud, pulling down roughly on his shoulders as he filled him with his cum. His orgasm rocked through his entire body for a long few seconds, leaving his body exhausted by the end. His body gave out and he collapsed into the small space between Denki and the wall, his arms around Denki's slender

frame.

"Wow." he looked up at his boyfriend.

Hitoshi kissed Denki's sweaty forehead, a few pieces of hair from his face.

"That was amazing, Hitoshi-kun."

"Yeah.. it really was." He pulled his body closer, not caring that they were both hot, sweaty, in desperate need of a shower. He just wanted to finally go to sleep after a long day of hero training, and sleep with Denki snuggled up in his arms.

"Get some rest, Denki."

Then, he shut his eyes.

[smilingangel582]

Heywood my friend found my tickle blog... hehe and she wanted me to write one for kuroko no basket.

I'm guessing I forgot there's another good anime I could totally go all out. Neeehehehe

Anyway, enjoy this fic... takes place after the whole series and his birthday episode.

Warning spoilers alert!!

Phantom tickles~

The generation of miracles decided to hang out again after Kuroko's birthday. Akashi Seichiro has an appointment so he was absent, then Midorima Shintaro rambled about the unlucky cancer situation from fate and also the fact he saw multiple black cats and cawing crows.

Only Murasakibara Atsushi (who claimed to have been, by chance, in Tokyo), Aomime Daiki, Kise Ryota, and Kuroko Tetsuya both huddled in a group discussing nothing but basketball. Many admired the amazing passes of Kuroko, and unsuccessfully, Kise would fumble the ball with that insane speed.

"Ne Kurokochi! (-ichi is a nickname he adds to the people he respects), you really don't look it but your cool"

Kuroko stared blankly but politely bowed. "Am I, thank you"

Aomine chuckled proudly, now spinning the ball. "I know, the kid is nothing like us"

"Like us you, you mean Kurokochin (this guy uses -chin to their names, no idea if its for affection or not) is small," Murasakibara murmured with his drawing voice as he scored after Aomine.

"Oi, have a bit of sensitivity" Kise snapped as he leaned on Kuroko but was startled to see he was gone from the original position and ended up stumbling down on his fours.

"Kukokochi?? Where did you...?"

"I'm here"

The faint sound almost made Aomine shriek as it came from his other side, and Kise seemed to have forgotten his plight as he burst into laughter. "Ahaha hahaha jeez, you scream like a girl Aominechchi"

The invisibility trick was something he purposely intended to use against his friends. He bit back a giggle escaping from his lips.

Seeing this, Kise and Aomine's temporary playful dispute shifted to mischievous grins of joining forces. The time they agree on something is the time one must be wary of these tricksters.

Murasakibara, on the other hand, was difficult to form an alliance in basketball but was fun and cool to be with at other times. Seeing the interesting looks, he felt like joining them as well, dropping the ball back to the hoop with, the ball definitely felt rejection at that moment.

"Oya~ Kise, do you hear a giggle just now?" Aomine started with a playful purr in his voice. This tone startled Kuroko as he knew he was in trouble.

Kise played along "Ahh right? I thought I heard something too, but what's this... a ghost is standing beside us. Did you see that Murasakibarachchi?"

Kurko sensed the tall purple haired guy motioning with a nod. They all had their eyes on him, though they spoke as if he wasn't there. Kuroko, being oblivious to the threat, remained silent but kept his smile gently stretched at their taunting.

"I feel someone standing here"

Kuroko didn't see it coming. Aomine was just next to him, but as if he was using misdirection against him, he was behind him and two prods reached his sides.

He squeaked in shock, now covering his sides with wide puppy blue eyes. Kise snickered before playing his role, too. "Aominechi? Did you sqeak?"

They were good actors, that's what Kuroko could think before feeling repetitive pokes to his ribs by the blond he squirmed away with more giggles now speaking at last "Alrihight that's enohough Kise-kun"

Pretending to raise his voice in shock both the guys moved into to torment his sides mercilessly "There's a giggling little ghost right next to us... the phantom!"

Murasakibara didn't tease but watched temptingly as he waited for his turn. Yet he was more swift than Kuroko had anticipated. The guy was behind him and blocked his routes of escapism, then he consecutively wiggled his finger at his ear and neck making more giggles spill from the smaller guy.

"Guhuhuys... thihihis nohohot fahahahair!"

"Oh, the tiny ghost speaknof injustice?" Aomine chuckled, entirely motivated to wreck his left side and ribs."Who was it that used his lack of presence unfairly?"

"SOhohoorry? I cohohouldnt hehehelp it" his adorably leaned back on the squishy large Murasakibara who couldn't help feating on his laughter. He could handle Kuroko's sweet laughter over sweets for sure.

"Aww, that's cute," Kise grinned before wiggling his fingers teasingly, "But for ghosts like you phantom tickles are a remedy"

His laughter increased in volume and he slide on the court curling against the big buy Murasakibara who stopped his assault mercifully. The two monsters that should never joined forces ended destroying Kuroko.

"AHAHAHA PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

His stomach was specifically weak, Aomine looked like villain as he did the opposite. Kise seemed more motivated to get Kuroko. They haven't even realised how time flew as they decides to release his torment.

His teary blue eyes and flushed face made them want to ruffle his hair.

"Testu, you OK?" The dark blue haired guy asked when he gave a mild poke to make him move, but he flinched with a giggle."Mehehean... but I ahaham"

"Your lack of presence is to blame" kise fist bumped his shoulder and noticed Kuroko giving a bright smile "Yeah, but..."

Looking up at the crimson twilight drawing in, he said, "Let's do this again with Akashi-kun and Midorima-kun"

Kise playfully glared "You mean tickle you to bits?"

Blushing, he crawled away before another attack to could commence "No I mean hanging out"

Aomine pulled him under his arm which Kuroko almost tried to escaping, worried about beign tickled but now following his eyes, even the tall guy was staring at the sky with him, "Of course, idiot"

Murasakibara wordlessly joined their huddle and Kise jumped in only to which Aomine reacted by pushing his face ans arguing.

The shove and push continued along with Kuroko's genuine laughter as he watched them only to see Murasakibara worsening the situation by complaining of his undying hunger.

The phantom sixth man was glad to relive his middle school time again.

[aetrnalis]

VERSE 5: FUTURE ROGUE

Some points below for more in depth details / canon divergence when it comes to Future Rogue. This also goes with my verse portrayal of him. 

- For my verse of Future Rogue. He is living in the present time & ended up there from a distortion in times caused when he came through the Eclipse Gate. When he was defeated by Natsu, Rogue ended up in a rift between things. When Present Rogue’s future became changed essentially then Future Rogue’s timeline no longer existed in a way allowing him unable to return so hence ending up in the time period where he had last been. 

- Future Rogue is 31 years old for my portrayal. He lives in an abandoned cabin, alone. It’s near the mountains & outside of a small town. During the winter & days where it’s colder, he does sell firewood in town as a means of making some small amount of money. Making things out of wood as well, such a statues & whatever else he can come up with as well is something else he'll do for money but more so during warmer seasons. Rogue does live off the land when it comes to food but the small amount of money works in his favor for things he needs that can’t be found. 

- In terms of Future Rogues hair, instead of the half being a pure white color or a white / grey color. That part of his hair is actually more of a white blonde color. The length of his hair is much shorter as well. Here is a picture reference for how it is. 

- As depicted in canon, Rogue only has one eye. He completely lost his right eye during the final fight he had with Sting. The empty hole was sewn shut by his own doing & eventually healed closed in such a way. Rogue usually keeps his bangs covering the spot due to how ugly it looks.

- Another thing. When Future Rogue goes into white - shadow dragon slayer mode. The right side of his body doesn’t turn a solid grey color. Much like how Rogue & Sting’s Dragon Force is with the markings. That is what it looks like on either side of him. The left side being white markings with the right being black.

- Rogue’s future is different then Future Lucy’s in that the world that he lived in was basically razed to the ground by Acnologia. The plan to bring 10,000 dragons back to the past is what essentially causes Lucy’s future, the part about Lucy's future however can be changed if Lucy writers have other ideas. ( Maybe this is stated in canon already but if not then here it is ).

- The act of Gray being the one who kills Frosch. I’m so / so on keeping this but if Gray's would like to adopt this then I'm chill with that & can for the most part adopt that as well. For most interactions though at least when it comes overall I'll probably go off the basis of Frosch's death not being stated on how the exceed died, just to keep it vague for adopting other ideas.

- Sting’s death by Rogue’s hand was also an "accident". He didn’t kill him for his power or on purpose but more so happened after losing himself to the shadows for a moment. That ensued in a battle between the two that led to Sting's demise. After Sting’s death however he did still take his lacrima. Rogue wouldn’t of left it behind because it was like having ‘ his partner ’ still there to fight. 

- Rogue also took the earring that Sting always wore & turned it into a necklace in the time before he fully lost himself to the darkness. He had kept it in his pocket but after living in his cabin instead wears it around his neck but hidden under his shirt. 

- Everything wasn’t done because Frosch died. Frosch was always a dear close friend of Rogue’s & always much more then ‘his cat’. When it came to Rogue & Frosch, their friendship was more of that like a parent with their kid or an older sibling with their younger sibling. Losing Frosch was the first spark to Rogue’s instability & something he never ended up coping with.

- Following some time after the loss of Frosch was the destruction by Acnologia which occurred during the Alvarez War. In this future Acnologia ended up succeeding in laying siege to the lands below which occurred for years on. Seeing the world around him crumble into nothing but fire, the smell of burning corpses & most of the people he knew becoming lost or killed furthered Rogue’s descent into the darkness.

- The plan to travel to the past to stop Acnologia was to prevent the destruction that happened in his timeline that does occur, not to kill him & become the dragon king. Along the way however his initial goal become lost in the darkness that consumed him, becoming more so power hungry & willing to stop anyone who got in his way regardless of who it was.

- When it comes down to Future Rogue’s personality in the verse portrayal. He is not really nice at all nor does he care much for how he comes off. After having lost himself to the shadows & having them shape his personality to that way, it’s not something he would snap out of so quickly nor does he really want to do so. His heart has been hardened & shielded as a means to not feel pain after Acnologia started his rampage. It to him is also a way to keep any sort of attachment away, whether on his end or the other. Rogue is very sarcastic, can be downright rude & act uncaring. There is however a part inside of him that does care & show remorse for his actions but he’s not down for showing that part of himself at all. 

[general-du-vallon]

Aramis and the babies, 3

part one is here.

‘So here I am’ turned out to be some sort of accidental under statement. Aramis bumped into Porthos everywhere, and every time got steadily more awkward. Passing on the stairs, coming out of the flats at the same time (Aramis pretended to have left something inside to avoid an awkward walk down together, Porthos did the same, and they walked down together in awkward silence), arriving at the front door together the time Aramis lost his key fob thing (the council charged for new ones, Porthos admitted to losing his within a week of getting it and usually just broken in, he was apparently ‘okay at locks’). In the supermarkets, at the playground, at the community food project the estate collectively ran out of a community room that was coming to bits around them.

“Papa, look,” Hugo said, one day. “Cat.”

It wasn’t a cat, it was Porthos, just at the next table. Hugo bounced happily in Aramis’s arms and waved to Porthos, he loved the car boot sale he was in a really sociable mood. Louis was at Anne’s and Rochelle had a sleepover, Henry and Agnes were with them, and Marie was staying for a little while. She was very very quiet. Aramis was worrying because he didn’t know where Luc was, usually when Marie got passed to him Luc came along too, but this time it was just Marie, and the social workers told him he knew as much as he needed to. Marie tucked herself behind his knees and he nearly tripped backwards, Porthos had come reluctantly over since Hugo had waved.

“Morning,” Porthos said, waving. He waved with the hand that was holding coffee. He looked bewildered when it spilled everywhere, Hugo laughing at him and waving a third and fourth time.

“I’m Henry,” Henry said, at the same time as Marie tugged at Aramis’s trouser leg.

“Ah, yeah, Henry, Agnes, Marie,” Aramis said, pointing them out.

“Cat!” Hugo said.

“She’s doing great, keeps climbing the curtains and sleeping on top of doors and things,” Porthos said. Hugo nodded seriously, waiting for more information about the cat. “Tried to get out the window the other day, probably after a bird.” Hugo’s eyes widened. “She didn’t get out, I keep the windows on those hook things.”

“The windows don’t open wide enough to climb out, we know that don’t we, Hugo?” Henry said, grinning. He was missing a tooth and looked rakish, white-blond hair even blonder from sun, long and plaited like Elsa from Frozen. Specifically like Elsa. He was obsessed with Elsa. Not the whole movie, just her.

“Yeah,” Hugo agreed. “Can’t sit out there.”

“Out where?! It’s just sky!” Aramis said, turning on the two boys, Henry was laughing at him, setting him off on purpose. Marie was tugging again. “Yeah, pipsqueak?”

He crouched to hear her, putting an arm around her since she could no longer hide behind him. She whispered her curiosity in his ear, quite a few questions about who Porthos was.

“He has a cat,” Hugo said, too loud, Porthos had been answering a polite query from Agnes, but his gaze came to rest on them instead.

“Are you a giant?” Marie asked, at a whisper but bold enough to be heard.

Porthos shifted. He seemed pleased about her misapprehension, chest swelling, standing taller in his boots. They had little heels, his jacket was big and leather and padded out his shoulders through sheer bulk, he was already big but he was dressed even bigger, and he drew himself taller and held himself wider and beamed down at them the bright day behind him, like some sort of benevolent sun god. He really was gorgeous, Aramis thought, regretfully, remembering that they’d so far found nothing to talk about.

“I won’t eat you,” was the answer Porthos finally settled on, then bent forward, widening his eyes, face quite serious, “yet.”

Marie kicked him, which Aramis thought was perfectly fair. He pretended he hadn’t seen a thing, ignoring Porthos’s surprised yelp. Hugo giggled, climbing out of Aramis’s arms and heading for Porthos. Aramis hoped Hugo wasn’t going to kick him as well, he’d have to either tell Marie off or wait and see, though, and he chose the second option. Hugo patted Porthos’s knee solicitously, looking up at him, singing wordlessly. Aramis opened his mouth to explain but Porthos was nodding, crouching down so Hugo didn’t have to crane up. Marie leant back into Aramis to watch.

“Tell me that again, kiddo, I was too high up I didn’t understand,” Porthos said.

Hugo groped for words, failed to find any, patted Porthos’s knee again, and sang incy wincy spider, showing Porthos the hand gestures he was learning at school. He tugged his jumper.

“He wants to tell you about his spiders,” Aramis said.

“You got spiders under there?” Porthos asked. “Not real ones, surely? On your shirt?”

Hugo flopped into the grass. He wasn’t much for standing up today. Aramis scooped him up and Marie clambered onto his back, Henry linking arms with them and Agnes, ready to get moving. Porthos stood as well and gave Aramis a helpless shrug.

“Ah, Agnes is staying with us at the moment,” Aramis said, not finding anything to talk about but not really quite finding a way to leave. “For a bit.”

“Philippe’s having a routine operation,” Agnes said, “my husband.”

“Oh, I hope it goes well,” Porthos said, very genuinely, body language softening and opening up somehow. 

“If you want to. Um,” Aramis stopped. What he wanted was to have sex with Porthos. Quite a lot of it. Preferably at Porthos’s house, tonight.

“Yeah, alright,” Porthos said. Aramis forgot for a second he’d not actually said outloud about sex. “There’s the pub?”

“Yes, alright,” Aramis said. The pub could definitely be a step on his way to having sex. Aramis could go with that. He smiled, and Porthos grinned back.

“Your passengers look about ready to be off,” Porthos said. “Are we friends, Marie?”

“Promise not to eat me,” Marie said into Aramis’s shoulder. “If you do eat my brother will come.”

“Tear your arms, boff!” Hugo called, which Aramis wished he’d never said. It was sticking.

“Alright. I like my arms, better just stick to eating cake,” Porthos said. “Maybe a biscuit now and then. A little bit of pizza.”

“And vegetables,” Henry said. “Some are quite nice, Aramis makes them so they don’t taste yucky.”

Aramis squeezed Henry’s arm, grateful for his off kilter wingmanship. Porthos clicked his tongue and looked around, faltered, asked if seven was a good time, and then wandered away. Agnes leant across Henry to squeeze Aramis’s arm, delighted by the whole thing. She asked him so many questions as they meandered the last few tables and ended up, as always, at the ice cream van, pleased as anything that he’d found someone to flirt with.

Aramis spent the afternoon tracking down Luc and checking he was okay and not going spare worrying over Marie. Without, of course, talking to Luc. He wasn't going to leave a trail. And then he was late to the pub because he spent the evening having a nice chat with Marsac and setting up one or two very little, very subtle things. Just a tiny little bit of manipulation, a miniscule amount of machinations. It wasn’t that he disliked Marie and Luc’s father, he wasn’t a bad man. But regardless of school being important and Luc not needing as much care as Marie and being able to stay, for their overall wellbeing, Aramis decided he’d just do a little bit of poking and prodding.

He was halfway to the pub at a jog when he got a call from Luc’s social worker. Then outside the door he got another call from Marie’s social worker with a stern telling off. Aramis admitted nothing, said he had no idea what she was talking about, made bewildered noises, and ducked into the pub. He saw Porthos holding up the bar, eyes on a darts game, and then he saw Porthos go over to tell the huge bloke playing that he was cheating, and then Aramis saw the huge bloke square off with Porthos.

“Hi,” Aramis called, going over, not sure if his intent was to break it up or join in. He’d see which way things went. Either or.

Porthos relaxed, though, and after a charm offensive the huge bloke was introducing himself as Amyot and offering to buy Porthos a beer.

“I’m on a date,” Porthos said, “he might think it was a bit funny if I let you buy the drinks instead of him.”

“What?” Aramis said.

“Seeing as he was late, I assumed he’d be paying,” Porthos said. That was to Aramis, not to Amyot, who’d quickly lost interest and gone back to cheating at darts. “Come on. We can sit out the back, the garden’s shut because of a mishap-”

“You and Flea breaking patio furniture is not a mishap,” the barkeep said, appearing all of a sudden and giving Aramis a start. He recognised Christoph from the community larder thing, but didn’t know him well. “You’re paying for your drinks until I’ve fixed that.”

“I’m paying tonight,” Aramis said, leaning on the bar.

“Aramis, right? I’m not letting any friend of Porthos open a tab, just a friendly warning,” Christoph said, Aramis had got distracted watching Porthos put on a chagrined ‘aw shucks who me?’ performance. “What am I getting you both, then?”

Aramis ordered whatever cinder was on tap, and whatever Porthos had been drinking already, paid up front, and headed them out into the closed garden. There was a broken table, a broken pot, a clearly repotted sapling, a couple of broken chairs, and a sturdy bench set against the wall of the pub which is where Porthos headed, sitting in a comfortable sprawl, long legs stretched in front of him, pint resting on one strong thigh. Aramis sat too close and took a sip of his cider.

“Why’d you ask me out?” Porthos said. “We’ve been doing the awkward shuffle as if we’ve already had awful sex and found out we sort of hate each other.”

“I wasn’t actually asking you out,” Aramis said. Porthos’s head came up and he froze. “I was about to suggest we had sex, but then I realised I was literally swamped under my children, and it might be a little inappropriate, and then you were suggesting the pub. I thought I might come along, do some flirting, do some wooing. I’m very good at flirting and wooing. I’m a romantic.”

“I see,” Porthos said, and his hand dropped to Aramis’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. “Alright then. We paid Christoph for his shit beer though so we should drink it. You want to smoke your terrible herbal things?”

“Not really, they are a balm only to be applied when the children are particularly baffling,” Aramis explained. “I love them more than my own life, and probably anyone else’s life too really, but my god they can be loud and unreasonable.”

“To be fair, so can adults,” Porthos said. “I like them.”

“Adults?”

“Daft.”

“Children?”

“Your children.”

Aramis preened as if it was a compliment, which it was since it was him who taught them manners.

“My specific children,” Aramis said, sighing happily.

“Yeah, although you seem to have an awful lot,” Porthos said, brow furrowing.

“I have three,” Aramis said, a bit surprised. “Hugo, Louis, and Rochelle. You met them. Louis lives partly with his mum, but he still counts.”

“And Henry, and Marie, and Marie said something about another brother, unless she meant Hugo was gonna tear off my arms,” Porthos said. “I mean maybe she did. Or Louis. Or Henry. And! You had a baby the other day.”

It sounded like an accusation and made Aramis laugh. He couldn’t remember for a second which baby Porthos might mean.

“Oh! Raoul. He’s Athos’s baby. I missed a lot of Louis’ baby years, and of course Roch’s, not so much Hugo but he was one when he came. So Athos lets me steal Raoul away sometimes, I think he has quite kinky sex when I have Raoul,” Aramis said. “Athos is a friend.”

“So Raoul isn’t yours. But I still count… six.”

“Henry is Agnes and Philippe’s kid, I’m not his Dad. They lived with me when he was a baby, him I got the baby years he was lovely, really lovely. They got their own place when he was five, they just come to stay when Philippe’s away nowadays. Or for fun. Or Philippe and Henry come down for the football, Philippe grew up around here.”

“Five,” Porthos said.

“Marie and Luc are on a foster placement,” Aramis said. “They come and go.”

“I know how that goes,” Porthos said, and raised his glass. “Alright, three. But to be fair, it still sounds like you have a lot of kids.”

“Yeah,” Aramis said, beaming, “I do.”

“I just have Grace,” Porthos said. “Charon and Flea’s kid. Sometimes… anyway. Bit complicated.”

“You moved down to be closer to them?” Aramis asked.

“Sort of. Not really. I was in the army. Not recent, it was back a while now, I didn’t like what I was being asked to do so I whistle-blew, and it didn’t go so well. Had a bit of trouble getting work, I was doing those oil rig gigs you know?”

“Vaguely,” Aramis said. “I’m sorry. I think it is admirable to stand by your convictions, especially in a situation like that. You’re talking around a lot, but I think that it sounds like you did something pretty impressive.”

“Sometimes it feels like it, sometimes it feels like it was stupid, and sometimes it’s more like I didn’t have any choice,” Porthos said. “Doesn’t matter. I decided to go back to school, I’m getting a degree. Doing some shifts at Tesco, and I get bits for a few construction companies, I know a few guys.”

“Army guys?”

“Sort of. Adjacent,” Porthos said. “You’re impressive too, you know. Giving kids a place that’s safe and home and good.”

Aramis shrugged and to his surprised Porthos went all intense, sitting forward, pint put aside so he could hold Aramis’s face. Aramis met his eyes, surprised, and then he was being kissed fiercely, wonderfully.

“It matters. It’s important,” Porthos said, low and gravelly. “It matters to me. I don’t know what to say.”

He kissed Aramis again instead of saying more, and Aramis was fine with that. He got a grip on Porthos’s leather jacket and pulled, getting a good angle.

parts:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [complete]

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Oh Baby Part 21

Anime watchers, spoilers are ahead

part 22

Daichi was stretching, the match against Nekoma is nearly starting.” Don’t be nervous” you making Daichi jump, Haruto was on your hip sucking at his fist while his other hand was fisting your top,”I want to win, badly” he said rubbing Haruto’s hair gently making him look up at Daichi through his lashes,” You will win Dai, now Haruto give Daddy a kiss, the match be starting soon” you said holding Haruto close to Daichi face,” Thanks Buddy” Daichi smiled when his son kissed his cheek,” Cheer me own” he said as the blond first year showed up,” Thanks for taking care of him through the matches” you said handing him over,” Not a bother, he’s so calm and cute. It’s like having a doll in my arms” she cooed as you placed the noise cancelling headphones on Haruto’s ears,” Bye my love” you said waving as Yachi made her way to the stands.

“Okay boys, gather around,” Daichi said clapping his hands together.” We’re going to play Nekoma, but unlike all the other times we will win, so forget all the losses we had and just focus on winning as we will beat these kitty cats” Daichi,” Hell yeah we will, HEAR THAT MOWHAK WE BEAT YOUR ASS” Tanaka shouted making Yamamoto flip him off and held back by Lev. 

“Don’t cry when we will win my dear Daichi” Kuroo grinned shaking Daichi’s hand,” Keep that happy attitude you will need it once we won” Daichi replied. “Kageyama give us a good one,” Tanaka said to their setter who is starting the match.

 Kenma and Lev now worked well together. It took a while for someone to score but Hinata managed to do it by aiming for Kenma,” GO KARASUNO” you heard the cheer team chant with mixed expressions, some excited, some stunned by what Hinata did and one bored expression. You watched the match, both Nekoma and Karasuno developed so much since they played last time, but it was becoming evident that Karasuno slowly became better than Nekoma and they are being overwhelmed with all the new techniques Karasuno learned from all their matches including Hinata finally being able to receive, something which only learned in the previous match. 

Watching the match between Karasuno and Nekoma was like watching some kind of drama. From Nekoma pulling a synchronised attack to Kenma actually being determined to take Karasuno down, all the things didn't help as Karasuno won with a 1:2. Daichi quickly pulled you off your feet in a tight hug,” We did, we won. We’re going quarter-finals” he said before kissing,” I knew you will do it” you said happily wrapping your legs around his waist,” I knew it too not to sound cocky” he said,” I love you so much Dai”,”I love you too y/n” he kissed you gently,” You won already no need to rub our singleness into our faces” Kuroo said from behind you, Daichi placed you back on the ground and turned to face the Nekoma Captain,” No hard feelings right?” Daichi said holding out his hand,” Of course not, we both brought everything we got and you won. Don’t lose the next game though” he teased shaking Daichi’s hand,” We will get you next year though” Yamamoto said to Tanaka,” Dream on kitty” Tanaka said trying to wrap his arm around Kiyoko but she walked off making him stumble a bit.”Do you know who we’re playing next?” Suga asked Ukai just as Yachi came back from the stands,” You guys where amazing. Haruto seemed to agree, he was so memorised by the game” Yachi said stroking his belly making him smile,” Of course he was, Haruto has exceptional taste” Ukai said grabbing the boy from Yachi,” Can I get an answer?” Suga asked while his eyes were on Haruto with a soft smile,” Kamomedia High” Takeda answered looking at his clipboard,” I went to the training camp with one of their players, he’s basically like Hinata but just better” Kageyama said,” Hey” Hinata said offended,” Also their coach used to coach the Italian Volleyball team” Ukai added readjusting Haruto in his arms,” They be a hard team to beat. Do your best” he said nodding, you patted Daichi’s arm and turned around and saw Hinata sitting on the ground,” Hinata are you okay?” you asked crouching down beside him, it took him a while to replay,” Yeah, I’m just feeling tired” he said, he wasn’t even looking at you,” You sure, you look a little bit pale” you said reaching out for him but he dodged it making you frown,” Hinata” you scolded,” I’m fine. I just splash some cold water in my face” he said before walking off.

Soon the match began, you observed Hinata closely as he didn’t look better, his skin lacked even more colour than before and he sweated more than the others.” I have a feeling Hinata isn’t feeling well” you mumbled to Kiyoko,” I noticed it too” she said with a concerned look. Hinata still played good but unlike usual he seem to take a while to recover from some attacks. Daichi seemed to have picked up on that too but didn’t say anything, maybe it was his own selfishness of wanting to win is getting to him. Karasuno their first set but took the second just barely, it was the beginning of the third and Hinata became sloppier which made Daichi give a concerned look proofing your gut feeling that something wasn’t right with Hinata and was further proven when he collapsed onto his knees making the crowd go silent.” Hinata” you shouted running onto the field helping him up, his skin was warm and sticky and he was breathing rapidly.” It seems that he has a fever” you said to Ukai and Takeda,” I’m fine-”,” No, your not. Hinata you can’t play like this” you said making him sit down beside Ukai,” Y/N is right, I can’t let you play like that. Y/N bring him to the nurse's office” Ukai ordered making Hinata jump up but he stumbled a bit, Takeda grabbed the jersey steadying him,” I’m not hurt or anything. I can still play” he tried but Ukai shook his head,” Hinata, you don’t look good at all, your body needs rest or it will get worse” you said rubbing his back. Hinata sighed in defeat,” I’m so sorry” he said bowing to his teammates,” It’s not your fault. Get better bro” Noya said fist-bumping his shoulder,” We be fine” Tanaka added.

On your way out Yachi approached you,”Is everything okay?” she asked concerned,” Hinata has a fiver, I bring him to the nurse, you can join Kiyoko. I take Haruto as well” you smiled taking your son back into your arms,” Get better Hinata” Yachi smiled softly rubbing the gingers arm gently before entering the gym again.” Come on” you said softly.

“A stupid fiver got me. How embarrassing” Hinata mumbled, he was laying down on the nurse's bed with a cold, wet towel on his forehead. Haruto was playing on the ground with some building block given to him by the nurse.” Even the most famous Volleyball players get sick and your just a first year, you be back here in no time”,” Wait  I can't even play in the other matches?” he said sitting up making the towel fall,  you shook your head and picked up the towel,” Lay back down. I make it cold again” you said walking over to the sink,” Do you think we can win?” he asked,” It’s 1:1 at the moment. Everything is possible” you said walking back at him and placed the towel on his head. Haruto gurgled and held his arm out for you,” Come here my baby” you smiled kissing Haruto’s small nose and making him smile brightly at you.” How is it being a mom?”,” I won’t recommend becoming one at our age but he’s so cute, I can’t be mad. He’s the light of life, I will do anything for him” you smiled at Haruto was looking at Hinata,” Girls aren't interested in me, so being a parent young won’t be a problem” he joked taking Haruto’s hand in his,” Who knows, maybe someone is interested in you but won’t say it” you shrugged,” That be amazing” Hinata slurred before falling asleep.

“I’m sorry you lost,” you said sadly,” It’s fine, we played well, we gave it our all but it wasn’t enough, unfortunately,” Daichi shrugged rubbing Haruto’s head, Hinata seemed to have taken it the hardest, still blaming himself for the loss,” I will next time Daichi, don’t worry. I promise you that” he said, he looked slightly better than before but still definitely sick,” I want to thank you Hinata, because of you and Kageyama we got the motivation to improve ourselves, and I hold you onto this promise,” he said ruffling his orange hair.

For the next couple of months, Daichi and you worked hard in Ukai’s shop and in the school. Daichi already gave his Captain position to Ennoshita who emotionally accepted, and Tanaka became the ace. Yachi became officially the manager while you kept your position. Haruto grew quickly making many people emotional, he’s still smaller than the average baby his age but you weren’t too concerned about it. Currently, you were sitting beside Daichi’s parents and siblings watching Daichi graduate,” Look at Daddy, isn’t so handsome” you cooed into Haruto’s ear and you clapped his hands together when Daichi appeared on stage. He gave a big wave while looking in your direction.

“Look Haruto daddy graduated,” you said walking towards Daichi at the end of the ceremony,” Haruto how proud are you of me?” he asked taking him in his arm, Haruto nodded his head with a big smile,” Haruto how proud are you of me?” Suga asked bopping his nose making him laugh,” I can’t believe you are all are going to be gone” you said with a sad smile,” We will see each other” Asahi smiled engulfing you in a hug,” Exactly, I am the godfather after all. I be at your place as often as I can” Suga joked,” We be always there for you guys” Kiyoko smiled,” So you all know what you want to study?”,” Teaching, little Haruto made it clear for me that I want to work with kids, you better send him to my school” he said half-jokingly,” Not sure yet to be honest” Kiyoko said with a shrug,” I found a fashion school in Tokyo, so you might see less of me” Asahi said,” Remember us when your a famous designer” Suga joked making the former ace roll his eyes.” I hope I’m not intruding” a familiar cocky voice said,” Toru, I didn’t see you in ages” you gasped,” Yeah, busy with school and perfecting my skills. Congrats on graduation and on those greats sets in nationals”, Oikawa said,” No snarky remark on loosing?” Daichi said,”No, we aren’t rivals anymore Sawamura, no need to be hostile,” Oikawa said with a shrug,” This must be Haruto?”,”Oh right, you haven't met him yet. Haruto this Toru” Oikawa crouched down slightly and waved cutely making Haruto smile and wave back at him,” He’s so cute. Glad I could have met him before leaving”,” Leaving?” Asahi said,” Yeah, I will be leaving for Argentina in a couple of days. I managed to get a spot on Club Atlético San Juan” your eyes widen,” Oh my god, that’s amazing, congrats,” you said hugging him quickly,” Not surprised, you are great setter after all. Now that we aren’t playing against each other, I can say that” Suga said making Kiyoko laugh,” Argentina is quite far though” Daichi said,” I’m willing to go on that journey, I always dreamed of being on the Argentinan team, all the hard work is finally being off. I won’t let some distance and a language barrier stop me” Daichi nodded impressed,” I wish you good luck. I mean it, you are a talented setter Oikawa” Daichi said,” And you're a good Captain, Karasuno was lucky to have you” Oikawa smiled,” I need to go home and pack, it was nice to see you one last time” Oikawa said,” I hope we see each other again Toru” you said embracing him in a hug,” We will, I’m certain on that, I will keep in contact over text as well” he said before leaving with his signature wave.” I hate to say it but I think I am going to miss that guy” Suga said making everyone laugh,” He was a good friend to me so yeah I will definitely miss him” you said looking at Haruto was getting sleepy,” Someone is getting sleepy huh?” you cooed,” Long day for him” Daichi said rubbing his back,” Excited for your new path as a police officer?” you asked Daichi randomly,” Right, when are you starting the academy?” Kiyoko asked,” In a week's time, nervous but it’s paid a bit more than Ukai but we already have a plan of only moving out after y/n graduated college and my parents are happy enough to host us for that long as well” Daichi smiled,” They said we can stay forever” you added with a smile,” We couldn’t have done without them or you guys, thank you” Daichi said,” Yes, thank you so much”.

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Wish come true - Adrien AUGreste Day 7+8

So I'll be honest, I was a little hesitant with this chapter. It mainly came about because I wanted there to be a chance for them to take the Peacock, if to make things harder for Hawkmoth, as well as cover some events - because I totally forgot the Hero Day episodes happen at the end of s2. Side note, my time line is going to be all over the place. A lot of people during the Volpine episode pointed out that Plagg should of recognized the Peacock and the Grimoire but I believe Plagg is smart, he just does it in different ways. But when you mess with his kitten, that's when his smarts come out. Not to mention, Fu never gave Adrien the same respect he did Marinette because of some assumption that Plagg was bad. And that had to of pissed Plagg off, especially seeing how he was ready to just give up because he wasn't being respected. It's always my favourite thing in rewrite fics where the Ladybug - be it Marinette or a new holder - won't stand for their cat being pushed to the side. I was also worried about how easy things worked and how the kwami's worked to get what they wanted, so let me know what you think. 

Plagg

“It’s so stupid!” Adrien complained, dropping himself onto Luka’s bed. “How on earth could she think this is a good idea, put all that information about Miraculous and its connections to some secret society, not to mention how it could be connected to that missing Tibetan temple? It’s like she didn’t even think about Hawkmoth being able to see this stuff. Thank god we stopped her from posting about it. Alya is at risk of getting banned from a phone if she can’t control her urge to post everything she hears about Scarlet Bug and Catseye. How did she think she’d be helping to unmask Hawmoth if she’s handing him information?”

He looked over to Luka, who was plucking strings on his guitar, with large headphones over his ear. Noticing he was being stared at, he looked up, surprised to see Adrien.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, pushing his headphones off, the faint music of Jagged Stone spilling from it.

“I’ve been here for 5 minutes.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Luka apologised with a guilty look.

“It’s fine. I needed to vent. I kinda didn’t realise you had headphones on anyway.”

“Still, I should make it up to you. you sound upset.”

“Just Alya jumping into doing something without thinking again. I got it solved, so it’s fine. though,” Adrien shuffled closer, leaning in, “if you really want to make it up, I could think of something.”

Catching onto what Adrien meant, Luka put his guitar down and took his headphones off. “Oh? What did you have in mind?”

“I could go for a kiss.” Since the two finally had the chance to have their first kiss – and Adrien realised that kissing a person with snake bites was just as fun as a person with a tongue piercing – Adrien usually looked for any excuse to kiss Luka, who was more than happy to allow it.

“Well, I think that’s a fair trade for what I did.” He pressed a quick peck onto Adrien’s lips, smiling when Adrien pouted at him.

“I think I deserve more than that.”

“I suppose I could be convinced.”

Adrien took no time, dragging him in by the lapels of his jacket. He tilted his head, threading a hand into the blonde hair, sure he was messing up the pins he had in them. he felt Adrien’s lips tick up into a smile when his other hand found a place on his waist

“Whoops!” Rose said loudly, causing the two to pull apart. They watched her push Luka’s sister back out and towards the door. “That room is occupied.”

“Hey,” Adrien said, using a finger to pull Luka’s face down to stare at him, “I wasn’t done getting my apology.”

“How dare I. let me make it up to you.”

While both siblings were busy with the significant other, they didn’t notice their kwami’s whispering in the corner.

“You heard him, right? It’s Feast!” Plagg said. “We need to do something.”

“Well, it’s different than last time. Alya’s video wasn’t posted.”

“Yeah, but he was still at the unveiling with Nathalie. I realise now she must have figured it out as the peacock holder but she still had to of seen the marking on its forehead.”

“Yes, but she might not be able to do anything about it. the last Hero Day pushed her into putting it on, because even with Lila’s help, he was losing. He didn’t have Lila this time and he ran off when Luka and Juleka were able to stop all the Scarlet Akumas from even affecting people.”

Tikki was right. Last Hero Day went the way it did because of Lila. For some reason, this time, Lila hadn’t ever been akumatized. There was no incident to allow the Scarlet Akumas to take the control they did. Seeing Scarlet Bug and Catseye going around, capturing them and saving others from being caught by the reminded the city that they had to believe in their heroes. He still came out, attempting to use his power he gained to get the upper hand but with the help of Rena Rouge, Caprise and Queen Bee, they had him on the ropes before he disappeared. No Sentimonster appeared to help him get away, no Sentimonster had appeared at all with any other Akumatization. The Peacock was never used.

“But it might be this time. If it is, Fu is gonna run again and before you know it, it’ll be forcing a child to take the role of Guardian. Our kids were brave then, still jumping in without their Miraculous and I have no doubt these kids will do the same, but they’re smart this time. They’re not giving in as easy to following Fu’s rule. Are you really going to tell me you wish they didn’t do the same back then?” Plagg asked.

He knew she did, that Marinette opened up and asked Chat Noir for support instead of shouldering everything by herself. That she didn’t push him away so much. Plagg had told her what Adrien was going to do during Syren. He could have done it, he should of. Maybe it would have kept the ring away from Lila if someone else had it.

“You know, more than anything, that I selfishly want something to go wrong to where Ladybird and Blacky have to switch the holders, so I can get Adrien back. But I don’t want it at the risk of him losing his happiness. Right now, he’s kissing the daylights out of Ladybird and he couldn’t be happier. He has parents who love him, a life that he has control over. I want him back, but I also want him this happy.” Plagg confessed.

“I know. Trust me, I know.” Tikki said. “I want Marinette back too but her life is so less stressful without me there. She’s happier. Even if it’s without Adrien’s love.”

Plagg let out a scoffing laugh. “Honestly, I think at that time, those two wouldn’t have worked. They still put each other on pedestals. I wondered if Adrien would ever be in a really happy relationship, since Kagami wasn’t going anywhere much. I mean, they didn’t get farther than kisses on the cheek. It’s different with Luka.”

Tikki giggled. “Marinette almost got there with him, but her feelings were too strong for Adrien. Your right, maybe after time and growing, trying to see the other like how Chat Noir and Marinette saw each other, it could have worked, but maybe not. I guess we’ll never know.”

“As happy as we were with them as our holders then, they’re happier now without us. Even if eventually, we land back with them, that’s not going to happen for a while. But to keep it from happening sooner, we can’t let Gabriel figure out Fu now and he will if Feast is released.”

“So, what do we do? If the same thing happened as last time, they’d go after it tonight and Fu would take us back then.”

Plagg thought. He hadn’t heard much since he was with Juleka but he had her taking a call from Alix. She told her about what Alya had discovered about the different heroes throughout time and the mark of the Guardians they all wore. She’d been going on about how Adrien read Alya the riot act about posting sensitive information where Hawkmoth could see it, stopping her from actually posting her video explaining her findings.

“We might have the advantage. Trixx’s kit never posted the video this time, Adrien stopped her.”

“That’s right! So, Gabriel wouldn’t see it. and if Nathalie didn’t use the Peacock, if she still hasn’t, she wouldn’t sense the amok. But they have the Grimoire, the mark of the Guardians is on it, what if they realise it’s the same?”

Plagg thought harder. There was still so much he didn’t know about Gabriel and how he came to be in possession of the items. If their final battle had involved him and not Lila, maybe he’d know more, but for right now, he was going off what he learned about Adrien’s father.

“He could, but he’s smart. Without knowing about Feast as a Sentimonster, he’s not going to risk going after it. he’ll want to do research, maybe he’ll find out about the missing temple and that’ll get him curious but we don’t know. What I do know is this, we gotta tell the kids about this. and…we got to get the Peacock.”

“How? We can’t fix it without the Grimoire and we can’t read it. plus, how do we know Lila will let Juleka inside?”

“We get Fu to read it, once the kids threaten him. Oh, come on sugar cube,” Plagg said, seeing the scandalized look she got, “they already don’t trust him. If anything, this will get him to ease up. He’s still stalling in keeping Blacky in the loop. I won’t allow him to make another Adrien out of her.”

“You seem to have a plan already. so, what do we do? Tell them to keep an eye at the Louvre and wait for Juleka to go in for a meeting?”

Plagg shook his head, “No, modelling is dealt with through Nathalie. He might give the orders, but Gabriel leaves all that to her. She’s just direct Juleka to location. No, we need something else to get inside. And honestly, Lila might be the thing to do just that.”

“Lila? How?”

“Well, I know you said she wouldn’t let anyone near the house, but let’s be honest, he has to be wanting something to better her standing with her classes and everyone. Maybe such as a Student UN?”

The scandalized look got even bigger. “You want to send Adrien?”

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“Please tell me you’re joking.” Adrien begged, staring at Mme. Bustier and M. Monlataing, who gave him both pitying looks. “Lila Agreste is participating in Model UN? She hasn’t been to school in two weeks.”

Mme, Bustier handed him a printed email. “Headmaster Damocles sent this to me. Apparently, Mlle. Sancoeur called and asked for her to be included. He agreed and is asking she be brought up to speed.”

“Who am I supposed to pair her with?” Adrien asked, still trying to wrap his head around Lila of all people, being involved in this. Lila? The same girl who yelled and snapped at him for no reason? Same one who seemed to have a mental breakdown the last time he really saw her? He knew her dad was something and no doubt wanted her to better her image, but there was no way this wouldn’t end badly.

“leave that part to us,” M. Monlataing said. “We just need you to go drop off the paperwork for her.”

He gave the art teacher Marc had become close with a look that asked if he was well. “I can’t stand her. You want me to go over to her house and give this to her?”

“Adrien, all you need to do is just pass the paperwork to Mlle. Sancoeur. She’ll get it to Lila and the only other time you’ll have to deal with her is during the Student UN. Besides, even then it’ll be minimal with all the other students and visiting students.”

Adrien threw his head back and groaned. He didn’t want to do this! he didn’t want to deal with her. There was the spoiled rich girls he’d dealt with his whole life and then there was her.

“fine.”

He took the papers and left, the teachers thankfully letting him leave. If they had anything else to say, they were smart enough to let him cool off first. Nino was waiting outside the classroom, blowing bubbles as he leaned on the railing as Adrien stormed past him.

“Can’t believe this. they couldn’t send someone else or just email them to her? What did I do to be punished like this?”

“Do you want me to come with you?” the DJ called as Adrien stomped down the stairs.

“Yes! If anything, to make sure you call my mom if I’m in there too long and the police start to show up.”

Nino thankfully was quite, letting Adrien vent as they made their way to the Agreste mansion, unaware Adrien had a hitchhiker. Plagg hid inside Adrien’s bag, being sent back to when he hide inside during school hours, before he started sneaking out and getting himself and Tikki into trouble. He’d learnt his lesson and hadn’t caused a Kwamibuster, though he was sure it would still come with the science teacher’s still present theory she kept with. He listened to Adrien curse, slipping into Italian as he did and thought about the few times Adrien would get angry enough to slip into other languages. Chinese, Japanese, English. He knew more languages now that he wasn’t forced to learn them, but Italian was the one that cropped up the most. It made him happy to see Adrien exhibit more anger, to really let lose. He knew it was a risk, making Adrien go to the Mansion that had once been his prison with Lila there, but he needed an in. it felt slightly like he was using him, but he also felt confident Adrien would be ok. He wasn’t like before, willing to back down for someone else’s happiness unless threatened. He was much stronger now. He wondered if Adrien had been like this back then, if he could have escaped earlier, set out on his own, away from his father and everyone who wanted something from him and really live. It probably would have been harder, but it’d be so worth it. more than anything, he wished he could have made Adrien that happy. He just had to hope that back then, even when he messed up, that he made Adrien happy. Thinking of the thankful smile Adrien had given him back then when they played the piano, he thought it was possible.

“Mio dio, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Adrien complained as they arrived in front of the opposing gates.

“Dude, just ring the doorbell, explain you’re here to drop off paperwork and I’m sure this shoot will open and we can be on our way. Marinette’s helping Alya with more hero research and I want to go check out this new DJ set up at the music store. I’ll buy you so many cannolis after you do this.” Nino bribed, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

“It’s cannolo, and fine. let’s get this over with.”

Inside, Gabriel sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen, his fingers pressed together. Nathalie had taken a picture of the statue that had been unveiled the day before and just as she’d pointed out, it matched the mark on the book. The book held so much about the Miraculous, but it was all coded and throughout the years he hadn’t gotten close to figuring it out. All he knew was that the mark was the mark of the Guardians, the one who protected the Miraculous. But any trace of them vanished 200 years ago so any research was sketchy and unclear. Nooroo was no help, unknowing of the language it was written in. the statue had to be important though. If only he could figure out why.

“Sir,” Nathalie started, standing in her usual spot on the other side of his desk, “we could investigate it closer. Either through a private tour or even late at night.”

“Hawkmoth seen sneaking around the Louvre? Nathalie, I’d be arrested in seconds, or at least attacked by those two do-gooders.”

“Not Hawkmoth.”

“No!” this was a conversation that had been had multiple times since Hero Day, when he’d nearly been beaten by that superhero team. He had Nathalie, but her power boost could only do so much. He’d managed to disappear before they really defeated them only to find that Nathalie had taken the Peacock Miraculous ready to use it. “The Miraculous is broken, has been since Emile got it. I watched my wife get weaker and weaker with each use, getting dizzy until she was placed in the chamber below. You really think I’d let you put yourself at risk like that?”

“But sir!”

“Lady Nathalie?” Nooroo poked out from behind Gabriel’s chair. “I know you want to help but you have to listen. You could die if you use it too much. Duusu couldn’t stop it from hurting Lady Emile. Master can’t bring you both back if something were to happen. You’re a better help fully functioning and able to be akumatized. What would happen if you got a spell during then and Master had to pull back, even if he was right there?”

“He wouldn’t-”

Gabriel stood up, sending the chair back slightly. “Do you really think I wouldn’t? that I’d choose your health over anything else? Emile is the way she is because of the Miraculous. I won’t have it do that to someone else I care for. And if Nooroo is right, it will be worse and faster acting. You’re a better help to me healthy and in control.”

Nooroo took in Nathalie’s faintly red face as she looked down. he felt bad playing them like this, but with what he knew, he knew he could change things. His friends couldn’t save him and it led to Lila winning. This time, he had to try and save himself. He understood his master’s wish, but he also remembered what his Lady wanted and if he wanted to keep his promise from all those years ago, he needed to fix the game in his favour. Hawkmoth needed to be stopped from gaining more power.

“Of course, sir. I apologise for thinking such a thing.”

Gabriel cleared his throat, his neck turning slightly red himself as he pulled his chair in and sat down. “Yes, well. you have a point though. I can’t leave the house however, to many people will gawk. It would be better to akumatize you and send you in. perhaps I can do like I did with Vanisher to keep you invisible, but we’ll need a way to have your phone with you without it becoming national news of a floating phone.”

Before anything else could be discussed, the doorbell rang. Both pulled up the video feed from the front gate, sharing surprised looks at the person standing in front of the camera. What was Adrien Rossi doing there?

Opening the camera, Nathalie opened the mic on her iPad. “Yes? What is it?”

“Hi. I’m Adrien Rossi. I’m in class with Lila?”

“We know who you are Mr. Rossi. Why are you here now?”

“Right. Um, Mme. Bustier got your email about Lila joining the Model UN, so I’m just here to drop off the paperwork.” He explained, lifting a small stack of paper.

They shared looks again. Lila joining Model UN? An email sent to state that?

“Sir?” she asked, muting the mic.

“I leave all school things to you. this is the first I’m hearing about this.”

Unmuting the mic, Nathalie asked, “We have no record of this.”

“Uh? Are you sure? I have a copy of the email the headmaster sent her.”

They watched the feed as the young teen dug around his bag and pulled out another sheet of paper, holding it up to the camera. Nathalie examined it, zooming into the parts that listed the emails.

“That is the headmaster’s email. Could it be possible it was hacked?”

“To send my daughter to Model UN?” Gabriel asked sarcastically. They both knew it sounded like a long shot. “Have him come in. she needs to go back to school and better her standing. Perhaps this will help.”

Nodding, she unmuted the mic again. “Please come in so we can discuss this. just you.” she said, seeing the other person behind him. Nino Lahiffe, he DJed the show Style Queen had attacked.

“Oh, no. I was just dropping this off.” He seemed distressed at the idea of coming inside.

“I’m afraid I must insist.”

They watched his head tip back, the mic just picking up his groaning. Clearly, he didn’t want to come inside. They couldn’t hear what Nino had said to him as he stood back far enough but eventually, the blonde turned to the camera again and agreed. She had Gorilla lead him into the atelier. The two took him in, his muscle shirt almost exposing him had it not been for the crop top he wore underneath it, the flannel wrapped around his waist. His wrists were covered in many bracelets, many handmade and his scuffed sneakers squeaked slightly as he shifted his weight. His bag rattled with bells, most hanging from the many pins on display.

“Mr. Rossi, a pleasure to meet you in person.” Gabriel said, walking out from his desk to stand in front of him.

Looking at the two and glancing at the picture that hung up, Nathalie could almost believe they were father and son. While the boy shared similarities in looks with Emile, there was something about the way the two stood that screamed something. But she knew that wasn’t possible. Lila was their only child, gaining the red-haired gene through her father’s side and her green eyes from her mother, though her tanned skin didn’t fit fully. it had confused the couple not long after she was born that they even did a paternity test just to be sure they didn’t receive the wrong child, but she was 100% biologically theirs.

“So, what’s this about a Model UN my daughter is in?”

Adrien handed the email over. “I was just told after class that the headmaster was told by your assistant that you wanted Lila to join. I’ll be frank and tell you it’s a horrible idea because no one wants to work with her.”

“I seem to remember you not getting along with my daughter.” He said, taking the email.

A blonde eyebrow lifted, “She insulted my mother and I on my first day with no explanation. Trust me, we aren’t becoming friends anytime soon.”

He had guts, Nathalie will give him that.

“So, how is it you came to be the one to deliver this news if you don’t get along?”

“I’m heading the Student UN, so I was given the task. I was just told to give it to your secretary.”

“Except this is the first we’re hearing of this. Nathalie hasn’t heard anything about this, especially since she hasn’t been to school recently.”

Adrien also handed him the stack he’d been holding before, crossing his arms and rocking on his feet. He didn’t say much, but Gabriel got the point. Such rudeness would usually gain a reaction from him and it would be so easy to akumatize the teen in front of him but he knew his current mood stemmed from his daughter, still locked in her room upstairs. Since she’d started modelling, he’d been having to give passes on people’s reaction to her behaviour.

Plagg slowly peeked out of Adrien’s bag, watching the designer pace slightly as he read the papers. He glanced at Nathalie, who stood next to Adrien. She was sharp, rarely missed a thing so he was going to have to be careful. The plan was risky for getting them out of the room, out of the house really. It had barely worked the first time he went against Style Queen. It tended to get out of control and this was one of those times he needed it to be in control. But he needed to wait until they were distracted for him to get out. It was weird though, seeing Adrien in this same room that was so full of hurt and dismissal and acting like a regular teen. It was fulfilling.

Adrien took in the mosaic picture that hung up. “Is that your wife? Emile Graham de Vanily?” at the designer’s look, Adrien shrugged. “I saw Solitude. She was really amazing.”

“It’s quite hard to get that movie. There’s only one DVD copy.”

“When my mama was restationed in Italy for a few months, there was a film festival in Sicily she took me to as a gift for missing the chance to see Jagged Stone. They were featuring private production studios and Graham Films was one of them. it was my favourite movie of the night. the opening scene always resonated with me for some reason.”

As everyone focused on the painting, Plagg darted out and into a nearby plant. Nathalie did turn her head at the sound but seeing nothing, she brushed it off.

“Yes. She was quite amazing in it. now, this seems like it would be a good fit for my daughter. If I can guarantee she’ll be on her best behaviour, will you accept her? I’d also be willing to make a donation towards anything needed for the event.”

Adrien frowned but sighed. “The donation might not be necessary. The Italian Embassy as well as a few others are sending supplies. There’s also a possibility of the actual UN sending something as well, that’s still up in the air. But yes, if she can keep her comments to herself, she should be fine.”

Just then, the whole house shook, leaving them scrambling for balance.

“What’s going on?” Adrien asked.

“An earthquake?” Nathalie questioned, looking as everything shook around them, spotting a few cracks appearing in the walls. “We need to evacuate, quickly!”

“But-” Gabriel started, looking at the painting, knowing about the things behind it. the people behind it.

“Sir now!” Nathalie ordered, grabbing Adrien and leading him to the door, Gabriel following after. Gorilla met them halfway, gesturing to the door before heading up the stairs to Lila. The shaking slowly came to a stop once outside in the driveway, standing in the centre away from anything. A few trees outside the residence were tilted, phone lines and wires drooping as well. it was silent of creatures though nearby car alarms blared. “Are you alright?” she asked Adrien, who was looking past the gate for Nino. One of the gate sides had tilted off its post, leaving room that Nino was squeezing through. “Be careful!” she called to him.

Gorilla came out, looking behind him, stopping when no one followed. Gaberiel started back towards the house when Lila finally came out. Her hair was out and she was dressed in a hastily thrown on dress and her eyes narrowed at the sight of Adrien and Nino, who came running over.

“What is he doing here?” she demanded.

“Lila, where were you?”

She ignored her father, instead glaring at Adrien who rolled his eyes and turned his back on her.

                                    _______________________

Back inside the office, Plagg waited from the table he’d knocked the vase from to get Lila to come by the office. It was a risk; on the chance she could take advantage and take something but she seemed to think better of it. getting into the safe was risky without the code, seeing how it was still hanging. But if things went how he planned and Gabriel realised it was missing, he’d have to suspect people who weren’t with him and Lila took the longest to leave.

“Plagg?”

He turned, letting out an elated cry at the sight of Nooroo. He slammed into the purple kwami, holding on as tight as possible. He was sure he’d be with Gabriel; he wasn’t expecting to see him.

“You’re ok! I mean, you’re still with him, but you’re ok!”

“I didn’t think I’d see you this time.”

“I’m sorry! I should have known! I was right here and I didn’t even notice.” He started to apologize, pulling away. “Only when Adrien found the crypt and his mom did, I realise. But he needed to get out before his dad found him and he was my kitten and I had to.”

“I know! I was down there. I had to tell Master what Adrien had found. Maybe if I didn’t, he wouldn’t have gotten Lila akumatized again to get the Miraculous. He was so sure she’d answer his call to the letter, he couldn’t waste time when Adrien knew. He had to make the wish to make things better.”

“Seeing him hurt like that…it killed me. Killed me more watching her knock him around after she knocked him out but I got her in the end. She hasn’t shown up as an akuma. How?”

Nooroo gave a slight smirk. “Me. If I was going to be controlled by him again, I was going to have him play by my rules. I convinced him that she wouldn’t listen if he did. She practically did the work for me with how she acts. She still hasn’t learned no one will play to her rules.”

Plagg gave his own smirk. “Well, she does think she has Adrien’s life. She thinks it automatically means respect and people believing in you. that wasn’t his name, that was all him.”

“You don’t belong to him, do you? wait, don’t answer that. I almost forgot you can’t tell me anyway. It doesn’t matter. He’s happy now, right?” Plagg nodded. “Then that’s all that matters. Now why are you here? I know you, you’re impulsive but you wouldn’t risk this with Lila so close by. Is this about Feast?”

“Its release gave him information about Fu, helped him focus on tracking him down. the kids don’t have the Grimoire, it never left the mansion so Fu never got it. only met the kids because Tikki got sick again. I’m not gonna let him run again and make him force guardianship onto a kid again.”

“You need them both? The Peacock and the book?”

“I’ll return the Grimoire, but we’ll need to keep the Peacock. The extra boost it gave him, he can’t have it.”

Nooroo looked worried. “But, if you remove the feather, it’ll reverse everything, the Temple will return, along with the Guardians. What if they reappear sooner to take you back?”

“Those old farts listen to us. They’ll listen even more once they realise a wish has been made. It’s a risk, might make him want to find out more but if it can keep him from Fu a bit longer, it’ll be worth it. come on, if they can stop him faster, isn’t that what you want?” Plagg asked.

“I want to stop hurting people.” Nooroo admitted. “I can tell you how to fix it if you want to do it before dealing with Feast, but it’s expensive without Gaberiel’s connections.”

“Fu will deal with that later. Can you help me get what I need?”

Nooroo looked to where the main camera was. It wouldn’t catch them, but it would catch a floating book and broach. Plagg was right though. Finding Fu had made Gabreil stronger and if they could stop it this time, it would be a godsend. He took Plagg in, looking at the more serious and focused than he ever had before.

“You’ve changed. I know we both have, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

Plagg looked wistful. “If I had it my way, I’d have my kitten no matter what. But even though this wish changed everything, he’s happier than he’s ever been and I’m not going to let him lose that.”

“Not without you. I saw how he needed you then. He might be a different happy, but I don’t think he’d ever be happier than when he was with you. I felt his emotions go from sad to happy in moments, even feeling happiness mixed with frustration that always seemed familiar amongst your holders. You made him happier than you could ever know. Come on, I’ll get the picture off and the safe open, you mess with the camera up there.”

                                 ________________________________

“Late last night at the Louvre, the Tibetan Statue that was said to be connected to a missing temple came to life. Security cameras caught the statue crumble to pieces before a blue creature came crawling out. It seemed to struggle with something, even attempting to run away when it burst into bubbles, leaving only a staff. The familiar figure of Scarlet Bug was then seen breaking the staff, capturing an item that escaped. People are now questioning if Hawkmoth had managed to Akumatize that statue or if the statue itself had always been an akumatized item. In other news, in the same area the statue was said to of been found, a temple has reappeared in perfect condition after it disappeared nearly 200 years ago. We’ve been unable to approach the temple as the Chinese Government who has control over the country refuse to allow entry to the mountain it is on. it begs the question of its reappearance being connected to the same possible akuma Scarlet Bug was seen dealing with the night before.”

Fu watched the news cast on his phone, biting his lip. When he’d seen the news of the unveiling, his heart stopped. His biggest mistake, there for the world to see. He looked up at Luka, who stood leaning against the wall glaring at him.

“I know I caused a mess.”

“I get why it happened. really, I do. You were put into the worst situation and you reacted with what you could. But you messed up and then you ran from it. be honest, would you have run again?”

“Yes.”

Plagg was with Luka instead of Tikki, looking at him like he knew all the answers. He looked at him in a way that reminded him that Plagg was a god.

“You do not entrust two school age kids with a powerful object, turn your back on one of them for the stupidest reason and then try to run when it gets hard. Do you want to make it up to the Guardians for what you did? Make up for losing the Butterfly and Peacock, which my sister – the same girl you refuse to allow to learn about the things she can do – used last night to fix your mistake by the way.”

“Where did you find it?”

“I didn’t find it, Plagg did.”

“And I’m not gonna say where. You have a habit of keeping secrets when you shouldn’t from us cats so we get to keep secrets now.”

“Hawkmoth must have had it! you must tell me.”

He stopped at the sight of Plagg’s eyes glowing. “I don’t have to tell you anything. You answer to the Kwami, not the other way around. I let you underestimate me because I couldn’t be bothered, but you’ve hurt my kittens before and I’m not going to let you do it again. So, things are going to work differently now. Luka?”

“We have all the pages from the Grimoire. The Kwami only know certain things, like Wyazz knowing the powerup spells and Plagg knowing how to fix the Peacock. You are going to teach us, both of us, how to read it. you aren’t going to keep secrets. If we need you, you have to answer. We’re the ones you sent to go fight a mess you made, so you don’t make final decisions, not anymore. And if the Guardians come, you will explain what you did and convince them to help us. Remind them that their ways made the mess and if they want it fixed, it’s gotta to change. Including how you treat my sister. If it wasn’t for Plagg, there’s a chance Hawkmoth could have gotten to Feast. So, stop looking down at him.”

“Don’t worry.” Plagg reassured, a smirk on his face worthy of a God of Chaos. “he knows better now.”

                                       _________________________

“You really didn’t have to scare him.” Tikki said, looking down at Juleka, who was still laying in bed but with her female friends and girlfriend around, including Kagami. The whole class came to visit and were taking turns.

“Yes, I did. Thanks to him, two of my kittens have gone through things that could have been avoided. I know, I know, if he didn’t mess up, I wouldn’t have met Adrien. And yeah, Fu didn’t make Adrien’s dad the way he was but his obsession with the Miraculous didn’t help.” He looked over to the side of the room where Luka was leaning against the wall on his side, Adrien leaning against him. He was talking softly to Luka who still had the same worried look he had when Juleka dropped her Peacock transformation, coughing and complaining of a dizzy head. And he thought seeing Adrien collapse after using Cataclysm and Black Hole was scary. Adrien had seen Nathalie and his mother do it and his concern was brushed off. Watching him with Luka now, he knew Adrien wouldn’t brush the worry off.

“It’ll be ok. You said Nooroo was playing him?” Tikki reassured.

“Yeah, but he’s smart and Lila…”

“Until we’re certain, all we can do is protect them, just like we always do. And if things go wrong, we’ll be ready.”

They would be, they had to be.

[toffyrats]

guys i made a crack treated seriously kinda drabble do you wanna see it. ofc you do basically its an involuntary time travel type thing where albert gets spat out into the hsm timeline (because who’s to say newsies and hsm didn’t take place in the same universe they ARE like 100 years apart /hj) anywayzzzz i didn’t beta this. i didn’t research for this. it sucks on purpose. lets begin.

 when albert woke up, immediately a sharp shooting pain shot through his head. he groaned and tried to sit up, to no avail.

     “you’re awake!” an unfamiliar voice echoed through albert’s ears. “i was starting to think you’d never get up.”

     albert finally opened his eyes and the sight shocked him fully awake. instead of the cold but familiar sight of the lodging house and sleeping boys in bunks scattered around him, he was met with the inside of an odd contraption with metal, leather, and flashing lights- and two concerned-looking teenagers staring straight at him.

     “where am i?” he asked slowly, trying to keep his calm. “what”s goin on? who are you people?”

     “hey, calm down,” the one with the dark, messy curls and ugly-looking shirt whispered. “you’re in the backseat of my boyfriend’s car. we found you passed out on the street.”

     before albert could even process everything going on in that sentence, the other boy spoke. “what in the world are you wearing?” he snickered, and the boy next to him clearly bit back a laugh of his own. 

     albert scowled. “i could ask you the same question,” he retorted. even though the blonde boy was dressed slightly more normal than his partner, the colors on his outfit were all over the place- where the hell did this guy find clothing that pink? albert looked him up and down in sort of a strange awe. he reminded him acutely of someone. blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile- race, he realized, but pushed the thought out of his head as soon as it had arrived. 

     “wow, okay. so, no sense of fashion. cataloguing that for later,” not-race snorted. 

     messy hair shook his head. “ease off the poor guy, c’mon. something’s obviously wrong.” he pointed to not-race and smiled. “his name’s ryan. he’s a little over-the-top sometimes.” ignoring the indignant shout that came from the other boy- ryan- messy hair continued. “my name’s chad.” he held out his hand politely.

     “those are the weirdest names i’ve ever heard.” albert realized too late that it wasn’t really the right thing to say coming from a guy whose friends’ names were things like racetrack and finchley. he spat in his hand anyways and held it out infront of chad’s. 

     chad looked disgusted, and ryan physically repulsed with a sound akin to a hissing cat.

     “sorry,” albert said quietly, not feeling very sorry at all. he wiped his hand on his pants and held it out again.

     chad took it this time, albeit slightly reluctantly.

     “who are you?” ryan asked, clearly becoming more and more confused- and a little pissed off- at albert as the time went on.

     “albert dasilva. a completely normal name, might i add.”

     ryan snickered again. “i like the accent. it’s cute.”

     albert glared daggers at him and turned back to chad, since he assumed he’d be a little easier on him. “you said this was your boyfriend’s?” he asked, referring to the flashy metal contraption he had been evidently trapped in. “and you mean him?” he pointed to ryan.

     chad nodded slowly, a little confused. “yeah, why?”

     “well, first of all,” albert continued, his words flowing out faster, feeling a little flustered, “boyfriend??? since when is that even legal? and what the hell is this thing?!” he scrambled around in the leather (was this some kind of chair?) and cursed under his breath. “are you trappin’ me in here? what’s going on?”

     ryan and chad glanced at eachother, clearly baffled but coming to some sort of telepathic agreement. they both turned back to albert with the same concerned look on both their faces.

     “buddy,” ryan started, “what year do you think it is?”

     “1899, idiot!” albert shouted. chad’s eyes widened and ryan clapped a hand over his mouth. “what, do you not have a calendar along with all of this fancy shit?” albert started to feel worried. what exactly was happening right now? “so stupid you don’t even know what year it is?” 

     “kid. albert, was it? albert. al.” chad was clearly choosing his words carefully. “it’s 2007.”

[jselorekeeper]

About the hair:

Anti has floofy dark green hair at the top and short brown at the sides- cannot convince me otherwise- lil bean also has so many piercings that he loses track of them sometimes (and is looking for *more*) headcanon Anti is also a demon king and has a glitchy crown sometimes- (is most chaotic of Dark, Anti and Mare)

Chase- he canonically has the blonde at first but i headcanon him to have grown it out a little (the way Seán has his hair now, maybe a little shorter) with the blonde/yellow as what looks like a very natrual dip dye

Shneep woul have natrual hair- cannot convince me otherwise- and very well kept up until he got possessed by Anti (i still refuse to believe Anti is evil- its Marvin- you cannot convince me otherwise) then he let it go a little and grew it into a smol manbun with like maybe two blue streaks (similar to the Dr Strange in the beginning of Multiverse of Madness but blue instead of silvery grey)

JJ would keep himself well kept and keep his hair either slick back and short (but not in the slimy guy way) or in short and either left or right parted depending on how he woke up

Marvin.... has cat ears- cannot convince me otherwise- but he keeps them hidden with magic because it "doesn't fit the vibe" he instead has greasy and raggedy hair like a mad scientist (the old guy from Back to the Future vibes (cannot remember his name sorry) like he'd just been tinkering with electronics and had zapped his hair lol) he usually fixes it with Magic or makes it more dramatic has a turquoise streak in the middle all the way from the centre of the forehead down to the base of the hair, where the last maybe inch of his hair is the same colour?

Jackaboyman would have similar to Anti but less floofy and dyed Red instead of Green, because he whole heartedly believes Marvin's lies about Anti being evil (he isnt 🥲) and impulsively dyed his hair red after losing a bet to Shneep about who would win Plague Inc (Shneep won because he knew what everything did with his degree)

Robbie (ik he aint cannon but i wanted to put him in) would have bloodied purple hair- like in the thumbnail he came from, but more bloodied, his hair doesnt grow anymore since infection and i headcanon he was infected on the day he got the hair dye done so its lretty bright, the blood has dried and matted all over the place so his hair is in several clumps, partially matted but not a full knot- Shneep and Marvin were able to remove some of his Zombie nature so hes more like when a human is scratched instead- they retain human thinking but still be able to infect people and need to eat brains- I am Zombie rules i think-

Im not sure of any other egos/characters- sorry if i missed any- and sorry its so long lol

I can absolutely see all of these! Such fascinating ideas 🤩

[buttered-baguette-writes]

Europe Feels Like a Kiss

((Part 2))

A few days had passed, and Harry hadn't done much. He texted with the group Draco and Pansy introduced him to and called with Hermione and Ron, but otherwise, he didn't really socialise.

Looking for a bit of adventure, Harry decided to set out on the streets again in hopes of finding something fun along the way. He walked for a while, going past all the places and alleyways he had already explored in order to get to the unknown.

He eventually made his way past the restaurant he had gone to the other night with Pansy and Draco, then kept on going down the street. However, he didn't make it very far as a dog came barrelling down the cobblestones straight for him. It was most certainly still a puppy, but it was huge.

The wonders of Great Danes.

The dog was spotted and multi-coloured, and its front paws were quickly on Harry’s pants, just begging for attention. Its tail wagged so hard and fast that it became nothing but a blur.

“Well, hello there! And who are you?” Harry cooed at the ginormous puppy, hands scratching its body while also trying to grasp the collar so he could read it. “Luca’s Shelter huh? And how did you get out?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Harry? Oh, thank goodness!” Luca yelled out from across the street, looking puffed with a leash looped to his pants. He stayed where he was, putting a hand to his chest as he simply breathed.

Tugging softly at the dogs’ collar, Harry awkwardly pulled the dog across the street. It was a strong pup. The dog tugged away from him but towards Luca the closer they got to the other man. Harry offered a bright smile. “Hi.”

“I’m so happy to see you!” Luca said before quickly and quietly chastising the large puppy. The pup had bowled past him at the shop entrance when he went to take him for a walk. “Milo here is a troublemaker,” Luca added, finally clipping on the lead.

“Cute though.”

“Yeah,” Luca agreed.

“I can walk him back for you?” Harry suggested, wanting something to do. Besides, he had been meaning to see Luca’s shop.

Luca looked at him sceptically for a moment before Milo tugged towards something down the street. He quickly handed the leash to Harry, not ready to run again. “Please.”

Harry smiled. Taking the lead, he let out a short whistle, catching the dogs attention. “Come on,” he said energetically.

Milo trotted happily in front of Harry as the man walked next to Luca, making small talk.

By the time they made it back to the shop, Milo was one tired puppy. However, he would certainly be ready to play after a very short nap.

Harry spent the rest of his day at Luca’s store helping out, playing with cats and dogs, and getting to know the Italian man. Lottie dropped by, having forgot her lunch in their apartment upstairs.

Harry had had such a good time that he promised to come by and help out again. The kittens and Milo were his favourite.

On his venture to find a place for dinner, Harry came upon a fluffy gray cat that was in a harness and leash. His green eyes jumped to look at the owner who just happened to have a familiar head of blonde hair.

“Are you walking your cat?” Harry asked. Never had he heard of someone taking their cat for a walk.

“Yes,” Draco answered. “Altesse loves the attention.”

“Pardon? What was that name?”

Draco flushed slightly. He was a proud cat owner, but he never had to explain his cats name in English. He didn't know why he felt so silly about it in that moment. “Altesse, or, Son Altesse.” He answered, knowing the look on the other man’s face. “It means –”

“Her Highness?”

“How did you…”

“I have a translating spell,” Harry said sheepishly. He had wanted to learn the language but was struggling to pick it up on his own in the short time he had been there.

Draco just watched him as he bent down to greet Altesse. Draco heard him say something in French, amused when Her Highness sniffed his hand snootily before accepting a quick scratch between her ears.

“What’re you doing?” Harry asked as he stood back up.

“Dinner. Haven't decided what yet.”

Harry perked up. “Can I join you? I’ve no idea where to go.”

Draco gave him a once over before agreeing, taking them to a fabulous restaurant a few streets over. They ordered their food to go – at Draco’s insistence – taking it back to the blonde's flat.

It was larger than Harry’s.

There was two bedrooms and a bathroom to one side. The kitchen was a decent size, a small island with stools. There was a couch against one wall and a shelf on the other. Large windows littered the entire apartment. There was a full balcony off the living space with a little table and two mismatching chairs.

It was very inviting.

Harry was there for a few hours. The conversation always flowing.

Harry talked about the time he spent as an Auror, the ministry not putting him through the proper training course. That experience had drained him so much. And the media made it worse, especially when he quit. Then, when he began setting up his charities, the press hounded him about his dating life.

“England went wild when they found out I got a tattoo,” Harry reminisced with a dry laugh. “Even muggle places weren’t safe.” He had booked the appointment under an alias at a muggle parlour, but someone found out anyway.

Draco took a sip of his wine, horrified by the media tales. “And I thought they were nice to saviours and such,” he said. His experience had, of course, been terrible, but they hadn't followed him everywhere.

“I wish…” Harry replied. He did miss home, but he needed to be away. At least for a little while. His eyes drifted to a photo of a young Draco and his mother. “How is your mum?” He asked.

Draco sighed.

Narcissa had insisted on staying in England, now in a small cottage on the outskirts of society. She had been pushed there, and so had Draco. But she was being as strong as she could. The blonde explained that he hadn't wanted to leave her at first, but there was nothing left for him back there. No motivation to get back into a society that didn't want him.

Then, he got a call from Pansy who begged him to go to Paris. The way she talked about her business actually inspired him to do something. So, he left.

“I’d most likely be moping and greying if she hadn’t called,” Draco said, half joking.

Harry agreed. While Draco introduced him to his friends, Pansy offered him work. “Does she do that a lot?”

Draco quirked a brow. “Do what?”

“Give people jobs?”

Finishing his glass of wine, Draco smiled fondly as he thought about his friend. “If you mean the likes of you and me, yes. She has a sixth sense almost,” he joked. However, the bespectacled man looked confused. “She picks up on those who have talent in her line of work, even if they don’t realise it.”

Harry found that fascinating. “Is that how she chooses most of her staff?”

“All of us,” Draco replied. “Even you.”

Harry went to say something, but before he could, a fluffy cat jumped on his lap and demanded attention.

“Altesse! Sorry, she normally doesn't do that,” Draco apologised.

“No worries,” Harry waved it off, hands petting the cat lovingly. “You’re cute so you know you can get away with it,” he mumbled to the cat who flicked her ear in approval.

Since Harry didn't mind, Draco didn't either. He grabbed the bottle from the table, pouring himself some more wine. He titled it towards Harry’s glass in question, pouring when the man nodded.

“Do you have pets?” Draco asked, amused by the way his cat and Potter were playing.

“No,” Harry said almost sadly. “But the animals at Luca’s shelter are wonderful.”

“So, you’d adopt?”

“Definitely.” Harry looked back up at the blonde grinning. “I’d need a bigger place though.”

Harry spent the next day lounging about his apartment. He was lucky enough to have a tub in the bathroom, so he figured he’d make the best of it. He lit one of those candles he bought the other day and sunk into the warm water. His hair was tied up, glasses sitting on the vanity.

He almost fell asleep in there.

When he got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and nothing more. He quickly regretted that as the breeze that swept through his apartment was chilly on his skin.

With a sigh, he realised he would have to go shopping. He did bring clothes with him, but he also knew the weather in France was different than England. Besides, he figured he might try to dress more like a Parisian. Something different, something fun. Yet another thing to separate him from the stress back in England.

Putting on a shirt and pants, Harry plopped down onto his couch. Before he could do anything, his phone buzzed on the side table. Curious, he picked it up.

From: Draco Malfoy

               Drinks is on Wed. this week.

               If you wanted to come.

The tips of Harry’s lips lifted. He had been wondering if they had drinks on the same night every week after finding out just how busy Pansy was. He assumed the others were also super busy, seeing as they all owned their own businesses.

Harry quickly typed out his reply.

-- Love to. Should I bring something?

From: Draco Malfoy

               More pastries. Pansy’s request.

Harry sent back a smiley face. Tossing his phone back onto the side table, he got comfy on the sofa. After a while, he drifted off to sleep as the sun changed direction and filled his apartment with warmth.

Wednesday… he had two days until then.

Those two days were uneventful. He went back to that rooftop café he found, happy that the workers remembered him. That time, his request for a tea did not throw them off.

Around midday, he stopped by his favourite bakery and got a bag of sweets. He didn't know half the stuff he was ordering, but it all looked fantastic. As long as it wasn't some weird combination like mushrooms and caramel, he was happy.

He made sure to keep the bag out of the sun as he wasted his afternoon away.

Once night began to fall, he locked up his apartment and apparated to Pansy’s. He arrived earlier than the week prior but was not surprised to see that most were already there. As he was led up the stairs, he found Elle, Camile and Draco lounging on the couches, wine glasses already in their hands.

“Bonsoir Harry,” Elle greeted him. She rose from the couch to give him a kiss on the cheek before moving on to Pansy. The latter had hurried to the kitchen to stash the pastries. Putting her glass down, Elle crept up behind Pansy, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Ma chérie, are you not going to share?”

Harry looked away. Maybe too quickly. But seeing that interaction had reminded him of his singleness and how most of his attempts at a relationship had ended on not-so good terms. Apart from Ginny, of course.

He plopped himself down next to Malfoy without thinking about it.

The blonde didn't seem to mind. Instead, he raised a brow at his friend who was sitting on the other couch.

Camile was giving him a look that meant she wanted to know something. “So, Draco,” she started, sipping her wine. The red on her lips left nothing behind on the glass. “What happened to that kitchen hand boy?” One of her brows quirked as she smiled.

Malfoy flushed brightly. He cleared his throat before he spoke, resisting the urge to down the rest of his wine. Not only did he not want to talk about that man, but for some reason, the idea of Potter hearing it made it all the worse. “Nothing.”

“Oh, so you dropped him? Shame, he was young and fit,” Camile teased.

“He was only two years younger!” Draco protested. It wasn't as if he was trying to date someone just out of school. No, he was more respectable than that.

Pansy suddenly appeared with more wine bottles and glasses. She complained about how Draco had complained about the kitchen hand, talking about it on their lunch breaks. On the bright side, the man had decided to move to a different restaurant – which was good news for Elle as the man was helping her competitor.

Harry was confused as the woman started joking about how Malfoy shouldn't be one to complain.

Their smiles turned almost evil as dread hit Draco hard.

“You mean, you don’t know about Mr. Pamper Prince here?” Camile asked.

Malfoy stopped the conversation right there. He begged his friends to change the topic. He already had them poking fun at his beauty routine, he didn't feel like adding Potter to the mix.

Thankfully, Lottie and Luca arrived just in time. However, the latter was a bit down.

Luca didn't chat much as the gathering officially started and the others were getting worried. He was usually the hyper one, even after spending all day with the animals at his shelter.

Luca sighed when asked what was wrong. “Milo had people interested, but they thought he was too hyper.” It was true that the Great Dane was a bit on the energetic side, but that shouldn't stop him from going to a nice home. “He's only six months! No where near the end of the puppy stage.” His eyes shot up to look at Potter. “He missed you today, I think,” Luca said.

Harry tilted his head slightly, hair tumbling with the movement. “Really?”

Luca nodded and said with a small laugh, “You can keep up with him better.”

Beside Potter, Malfoy looked mortified at the idea of having such a large dog. Maybe he’d come around one day, but that was a hard maybe.

The night continued. Eventually, everyone was lively and enjoying the wine. At some point, Pansy did retrieve the pastries from the kitchen and offered them to her friends.

The group talked about random things, tried to get to know Harry a bit more, and failed to create a spontaneous group outing. Everyone kept saying they were busy or that they needed to check their calendars.

Fed up, Pansy went and got a spare calendar from downstairs. She began by scribbling down her and Draco’s schedule for the rest of the week. Muttering something under her breath, the paper duplicated itself. Everyone watched on curiously as she wrote something on one of the calendars. Seconds later, it appeared on the duplicate.

Satisfied, Pansy leant back. She repeated those muttered words and created five more copies of the calendar. Holding the pen tighter, she concentrated hard and the entries for her and Draco changed colours.

“There,” she said, happy with her work. “Now we can plan easier.”

The others stared at her, impressed. Even a bit tipsy she knew how to do something complicated.

Harry counted the number of calendars she did, unable to keep the smile that spread on his lips. There was enough for all seven of them. His heart did a funny thing at the thought that he was already a member of their friend group, considering how close they all seemed.

“Welcome to the club,” Draco said. He was smiling when Harry looked over at him. “No leaving now,” he joked.

If Pansy wasn't sitting on the other couch, she would have hit his arm.

The next day, Harry watched in awe and horror as his calendar began to fill itself in.

Pansy was the busiest in the group. She had meetings after meetings, run throughs, networking events, the different stores… The list felt endless. Then again, it was her business that she started from scratch. Not only was she the boss, but she was still head creator for new designs and such. A businesswoman of many talents.

Elle was the second busiest. She was manager and owner at her current two restaurants as well as being head chef at them both whenever she stepped into the kitchen. She was much like Pansy – doing everything in order to do it right. She was looking for a third location, feeling confident.

Camile was surprisingly the next. Her plant nursery was doing well but she was also involved with local universities and researchers of all kinds. People looking to make discoveries or cures. She was often in meetings or helping a potions expert brew something new or trying to make a specific plant grow.

Luca had a normal enough working week. Though his hours were much longer. He put most of his energy into keeping his shelter running and didn't have a lot of employees – less than what others would recommend, but they were good. His days could be flexible if he really needed them to be. Every now and then, a charity event would be sprinkled in.

Draco was somewhat busy, but certainly not the worst. Currently, his number of shoots were minimal as P. Parks Fashion was putting together their next season. His next few months involved test running outfits and sitting in on certain meetings to give his stylistic input.

Lottie didn't have a clear schedule. She would simply block out time periods or entire days where she was unavailable. Nobody had a clue what she did. Well, apart from the few times she'll be requested by a school or hospital and entertain kids who really need a cheer up.

And then there was Harry. The only reason he knew what his colour was on the calendar was because Pansy added a legend to the side.

He knew he shouldn't feel bad about it. He was there to relax, unwind, find himself – he didn't need a job. But if he happened upon one, he wouldn't decline.

As he turned away from the almost frightful thing on his wall, his phone went off.

“Hi Pansy,” he greeted.

“Bonjour Harry! I'd love if you came by this afternoon,” Pansy said. There was faint yelling in the background interrupted by a yelp as Pansy’s pen became lodged in the wall between the people. With a breath, she kept speaking. “If you’re interested in the business and also to see one of our camera’s here.”

“Sure.”

“Great, see you at four.”

She left no room for debate and as Harry tossed his phone aside to charge, he realised a small detail. Pansy would be in a meeting.

Lucky for Harry, the Slytherin had also called up her favourite blonde and asked him to come in to help.

Draco kindly explained what Pansy was wanting to do, but Harry wasn't taking in the words. His eyes caught sight of white and yellow trailing up the blonde’s arm as he folded up his sleeve.

“Is that a tattoo?” Harry asked, accidently cutting the other man off. The ink looked immaculate against the fair skin. It almost made him want to reach out and trace it.

Draco startled but quickly recollected himself. “Yes,” he said with a smile. “Daffodils – also known as Narcissus.”

“When did you get it done?”

Draco hummed. “The day I came to France. I was tired of seeing that horrid mark and already missed mother dearly,” he said.

For a moment, Harry had forgotten about the dark mark that had been etched onto Malfoy’s skin. The mark that represented ruin in both their lives. Now, he thought the flowers were a far better choice – quite pretty too. A thrill ran up his spine at the idea of getting another tattoo himself.

“Do you have anymore?” Harry asked. He may have hoped to have a tattoo buddy after this, but he was just excited someone else actually had one. None of his friends dared to get them and the only Weasley to have one was Charlie.

“No,” Draco replied. He could clearly see the sudden energy in Potter’s eyes at the mention of the ink. He had stalked the other in 6th year – knowing what those green eyes lighting up meant was a given. Remembering something, Draco grew curious. “How many do you have?”

“Four.” Harry grinned at him.

Against his dark skin was a perfect, singular lily flower right over his heart. It was fairly large and took up most of his pec. On his left shoulder blade was the upper half of a proud stag. It trailed down the side of his back as the fur lines faded. Both were highly detailed and almost life like. On his left shoulder was his smallest and simplest tattoo. It was a filled in dog paw that had the moon and a star above it.

Harry’s last tattoo was of a snitch. It sat curled up on his upper, outer right thigh. “This one was done at a magic parlour.”

“I didn’t know those existed,” Malfoy said. The idea of getting a charmed tattoo intrigued him, but he'd no idea of what to get.

“They’re great,” Harry said. “The snitch can unfurl and moves about.”

“Oh.” Malfoy stared off into the distance, distracted by a thought. Though that was quickly ripped away as he saw friend making her way towards him, heels silent.

Pansy slung her arm around Potter, startling the poor man. She started teasing them that it took forty minutes to discuss what they were supposed to be doing. She got an eyeroll from Malfoy and an apologetic smile from Potter.

“Sorry, I got excited and started talking about tattoos,” Harry explained.

Pansy looked between them and smiled. “I’ll allow it… this time.”

After that, she put them both to work.

Draco was given a long coat that he had to make work with his outfit and accessible accessories. He was to pose and do what he thought might work for a potential photoshoot.

Potter was finally given a camera. Pansy stood next to him as he figured out buttons, lenses, scales, and such. Then it was about him trying to find a good angle even if he thought the pose Draco was in was awkward.

Pansy wanted to see what he could do.

After a while, she stood back and just watched the two work together. Instead of asking her, Potter would ask Draco if he thought an idea might work and the blonde was happy to help. It was fun to watch.

The longer Draco posed, the more relaxed he got, the quieter Potter became and his frown less prominent.

“Alright,” Pansy said with a clap and a smile. She heard the faint click of the camera as Potter took one last photo. She would love to see that one. “C’mon,” she beckoned them both over to a computer booth, connecting the camera.

The photos started off not so great. Even so, if Pansy thought the pose was good, she hit print. Then the pictures started getting better, making even poses she usually didn't like look good. There was a lot there. Some were just pictures of the light instead of Draco.

And then she got to the last one and she smiled. It was a mid-motion shot. Draco was running a hand through his hair with his eyes closed, right after she had called time. He was about to take a step and his tattoos were poking through the coat sleeve slightly, the most colourful thing in the entire shot.

Pansy hit print.

Waving a hand, she told Draco to go get Potter dressed in something different before turning back to the computer to save the images off the camera. Brain ticking away, she created a folder and put some of the better ones in there as well as the last one. With quick hands, she shared the folder with Potter before shutting down the computer.

They had a dinner to get to after all.

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