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[4nuttyaddict]

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[beom1e]

eternal 19 | deprived

genre slice-of-life, angst. warning cursing, alcohol, kissing. wc 1.4k. playlist ml.

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after much debate, your friends decided on a group halloween costume inspired by the alice in wonderland characters. you were thankful, having almost been dragged into dressing like a scooby doo character or one of the chipmunks. each of characters’ names were put into one of chaewon’s caps, and each of you drew out your costume.

sakura as the white rabbit, yunjin as the mad hatter, kazuha as the cheshire cat, chaewon as alice, and yourself as the queen of hearts. of course, each costume strayed far from the actual character design, needing to fit into the dress code of a university-style house party. which, of course, meant pleasing to the eye and a little slutty.

you arrived fashionably late with kazuha, your arms linked and her cheerfully greeting everybody you passed by. she was going to stay at your apartment afterwards, having claimed that it was a shorter trip home. and you didn’t mind, happy to know that she’ll be getting home safe.

your friends had already started on the drinks, taking up one of the sofas in the living room and chatting loudly. you led kazuha into the kitchen and began searching for a bottle of anything, not trusting the pre-made cocktails sitting on the counter. as your eyes laid on the mini fridge, kazuha began flirting with a boy dressed as cupid. you rolled your eyes and pulled out two glass bottles. in the time it took you to find a bottle opener and get the two bottles open, she had been ushered away towards the beer pong table.

you huffed, and leaned your body against the counter.

your red corset seemed to overwhelm your senses, and the music sounded dull. despite pre-drinking as you got ready beside kazuha, you felt the most sober you ever had. it used to feel amazing, going to parties and making the most of your early twenties. but now you felt so out of place, like you’d fallen out of love with how it used to make you feel.

a part of you knew why you felt that way. ever since beomgyu had reached out to you, you had been thinking about him nonstop. and he had disappeared just as quickly as he’d reappeared, leaving you longing for an interaction. but he didn’t text, or update on his socials, and you never saw him around. and after being berated by yunjin, you kept your thoughts of beomgyu to yourself. you always claimed that maybe you were just tired, or maybe you just needed a break from all of the drinking and partying.

it all just felt so insincere.

you weren’t the girl you really were when you were partying. putting on a front of a sociable, easy-going girl who wanted nothing more than to have fun that simply wasn’t you.

you sighed as you placed the ice-cold bottles down onto the counter. you brought your hands up to run through your hair, and took a moment to tug against the roots before you loosened your hold. as you opened your eyes, you were met with beomgyu stepping into the kitchen. you lowered your gaze and reached for the bottles once more, about to make a move to get far away from him when you realised you were now trapped behind the counter.

you watched as his hand slid against the counter and he leaned the side of his torso against the surface. you slowly lifted your gaze and took in his familiar features. the corner of his lip was curled up into a slight smirk.

‘queen of hearts?’ his eyes trailed over your figure, making you feel exposed. it shouldn’t have even bothered you, knowing that he’d seen more of you than anyone else in the short time that you were together.

you gave him the same once-over that he’d given you. he clearly hadn’t tried to be on theme. black jeans a white graphic tee, paired with the plainest silver chain. he had one singular streak of fake blood draw along his cheek, and his gaze seemed slightly darker than it used to be. with his energy feeling so far off, you wondered if he had moved on from you already. a sickly feeling met your stomach as you considered the possibility of his date soon rounding the corner.

‘yeah,’ you pursed your lips and awkwardly fiddled with the bottles in your left hand. ‘what are you supposed to be?’

‘someone so clearly forced into his friends’ plans at the last minute,’ he joked, tilting his head to the side as the smirk remained on his lips. ‘it’s nice to see you.’

‘oh, yeah,’ you smiled awkwardly. ‘it’s nice to see you too.’

‘where’s your friend?’ he raised a brow, expression hardening at the thought of yunjin. ‘you know, the one that despises me.’

‘yunjin doesn’t…’ you trailed off. ‘i was about to go find out, actually.’ you took a step toward him, as his figure was still blocking your way out.

‘don’t,’ his response made your legs feel weak, your body physically unable to move. ‘sorry, i’m not trying to overstep. i don’t know where i stand with you, but i just wanted to apologise for sendings those texts. i had good intentions, but it did more bad than good. and i wanted you to know that if it was up to me, i never would have stopped.’

‘there’s no need to apologise,’ you shook your head dismissively. ‘i appreciated hearing from you.’

‘i wish that things could be different,’ he confessed. ‘i wish that i still had you around.’

‘i know the feeling,’ you smiled sadly. ‘drink?’

beomgyu stared down at the bottles in your outstretched hand. he wordlessly took one from you and watched as you took a sip. a stiff silence fell over the two of you.

‘you should probably go back out there,’ he spoke, lifting the bottle up to his lips. ‘i’d hate for yunjin to find another reason to hate me.’

‘she’ll find one either way,’ you teased as you pushed away from the counter. he followed you with his gaze as your body only slightly brushed past his. ‘see you later, beomgyu.’

you found your friends still chatting on the sofa, now more giggly than they previously had been. you tried to ignore the dryness of your throat as you approached them.

you tried to let it be freeing. the alcohol and the dancing, and the buzz felt in the presence of your friends. and knowing that beomgyu still longed for you the way that you still longed for him, at least a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

kazuha had been dancing beside you only moments ago, but was soon being swept away by cupid once more. you sighed and dropped your arms down to your side. chaewon looked over at you and gave you a thumbs up, as if asking if you were feeling okay. you forced a smile and held up both of your thumbs, before your expression fell once more.

beomgyu headed straight for you, ignoring the looks your friends had gave him. he reached for your hand, fingers wrapping around your own before he led you out of the crowd and towards a quieter corner. your back was soon pressed against some stranger’s door as he looked down at you with his still darkened gaze. his tongue poked out to wet his lips before you could question his actions.

‘just tell me you want me to leave you alone,’ he spoke softly, but his voice still managed to reach your ears despite the music. ‘i need to hear you say it.’

‘of all the things that i want from you,’ you lazily shook your head. ‘leaving me alone hasn’t even made that list.’

‘good,’ he cupped your cheek with his hand and tilted your head up. ‘because i don’t think i ever could.’

the room felt as though it had set ablaze as soon as he moved in to kiss you. the first kiss lasted mere seconds, before he used his hold on your cheek to part your lips. you moaned into his mouth as a sense of peace began to sink into your skin. he was so familiar and so warm. he was everything you’d ever needed, and you had been deprived of him for far too long.

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[cantsayidont]

1986. This UK-market hardcover reprint annual (whose cover is allegedly by Bryan Talbot, although it doesn't look it) contains Grant Morrison's first Batman story, a moderately florid prose story with illustrations by the late Garry Leach, featuring a Catwoman obviously based more on the '60s TV show than the contemporary comics:

Even 20 years later, Morrison's prose was frequently cringe-worthy, and this is not an auspicious introduction. If you're aching to read this literary gem, I'll put the full text behind the cut.

First page:

There are secret places under the city; closed-off storm drains, obsolete subway tunnels, the cellars of demolished buildings, Down in the dark where nobody goes, there is a network, a maze of buried galleries, Down in the dark a shadow is moving.

Listen! You can almost hear its soft and steady breathing. It has found something. Something very special. The most secret place of all. The woman with green eyes looked around. Her walk through the darkness had taken the best part of three hours. She had clambered gracefully over falls of debris and waded through flooded lightless tunnels. She had walked sure-footedly in places where the sun had never shone, until at last, shimmying her slim body through a crack in the rock, she had come upon the cavern. The eye slits in her mask held scotoptic lenses that allowed her to see in the dark and when she saw what was in the cavern, a smile spread slowly across her fine-boned features. Like the Cheshire Cat she vanished down into the shadows, grinning with strong, white teeth.

Bruce Wayne thumbed the remote control. He’d had enough of the Johnny Carson Show. Not even Superman’s guest appearance could hold his attention. He wondered why his friend agreed to these chat shows and how he managed to maintain his good humour even after the old joke about wearing his underpants on the outside had been trotted out for the thousandth time. The TV went dead and Wayne stared into space. When space became boring he decided to call his butler.

At precisely that moment Alfred Pennyworth, tall, thin and immaculately dressed, opened the door.

“Master Bruce …” he began.

Wayne turned around, startled. “Alfred!” he said. “Don’t tell me you’ve added telepathy to your list of accomplishments? I was just going to give you a call. Fancy a game of chess?”

Alfred looked uneasy. “I’m afraid I shall have to decline, Master Bruce, I just popped in to let you know that the intruder alarm has been activated.”

Wayne leapt up, with an athlete’s economy of movement.

“Where?” he said, making for the door.

“In the Batcave, sir. The Trophy Room …”

Wayne was already half-way down the hall.

“Will you be requiring any assistance, sir?” Alfred called after him.

“I’ll let you know.”

Wayne disappeared round a corner. Alfred sighed, tidied the cushions on the sofa and unplugged the TV set.

So  that there would be no noise, he went down by the stairs behind the grandfather clock instead of using the elevator. The lights threw his shadow ahead of him, casting a monstrous black bat shape on the

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whitewashed walls. He ran lightly through the computer vault of the Batcave and when he reached the Trophy Room he flipped a switch, activating banks of floodlights. In the sudden harsh brightness, nothing moved.

“Whoever you are you're in deep trouble,” said The Batman and his voice was deadly and as cold as December rain, “Come out!”

Nothing moved.

The Batman surveyed the Trophy Room with eyes as hard as diamond shards. This was the most impressive part of the Batcave; an enormous limestone cavern, as big as a cathedral. Down here were stored all the souvenirs of The Batman’s bizarre cases. There was a life-size mechanical Tyrannosaur from Dinosaur Island. There was a chess game with pawns as tall as men and a penny as big as a Ferris wheel. An enormous, eerily lit Joker mask leered down upon a giant dice shaker and a glass cabinet with a bat costume inside. There was an Egyptian sarcophagus and several dangerous umbrellas. There was a very tall penguin and a perfectly normal sized dollar bill. There were over a thousand trophies, free-standing or in cases, utterly strange or quite conventional. There were all these things and one thing more …

“Come out!” The Batman said again. He tilted his head and sniffed. On the edge of the slightly damp, subterranean smell of the cavern he could detect another scent He sniffed again and suddenly knew who was in there with him. He knew and was on his guard.

The woman with green eyes watched him move among the trophies and prepared to strike. She ran the thongs of a whip through her gloved fingers and waited for him to come closer, smiling all the while.

The Batman stopped in front of a shattered case and if he knew before, then this was the final confirmation of the intruder’s identity. He turned, with her name on his lips, and something came whistling through the air towards him.

“Catwoman …” He ducked and the whip smashed what remained of the glass in the cabinet.

“Fancy meeting you here,” said the Catwoman. She cast a critical eye around the cavern. “Wouldn’t stamp collecting take up a little less room?”

“How did you get in here?” The Batman asked, standing up, eyeing her warily. He knew better than to underestimate her. She cracked the whip once more, like a lion tamer.

“Oh, I thought I’d set up operations again in Gotham," she told him. “I came down searching for a new location for my Catacomb lair and instead I stumbled across this place. Lucky for me. A catastrophe for you.”

“Remind me to block up the hole after I’ve taken you back to prison,” said The Batman.

She only smiled wickedly. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. Once I discover exactly where under the city we are, I’ll know where to find your front door next time. And so will everybody else. Your secret will be out.”

“But you won’t find out!” The Batman said, allowing himself one icy smile to match hers. “You might have done if you hadn't given yourself away. I smelled your perfume as soon as I came down here.”

He started to advance. “And then when I saw that your cat-o-nine-taiIs was missing from its case, I was sure.”

She backed off. “I was merely reclaiming what was mine. Like a closer look?"

Suddenly the whip snaked out, lashing across Batman’s face. He pitched back, briefly blinded by razor-edged pain.

“What’s a bat but a flying mouse, after all?" he heard her say. “Let’s play cat and mouse.” Her voice grew fainter as she darted away. The Batman shook his head to clear his vision. Blinking through bruised eyelids he heard, nearby, the sound of a ratchet being pulled back.

“I see everything’s in perfect working order,” Catwoman hissed. “Purr-feet working order ...”

There was a sharp detonation. The Batman hit the floor. Something heavy whined past his ear and clipped a strip out of his cape. He did not have to see to know she had used the harpoon cannon. There was a splintering thud as the harpoon smashed through the side wall of a doll’s house. The Batman rolled into cover and looked out through stinging, tear-filled eyes. He was on the chessboard but Catwoman was nowhere to be seen.

She came from behind. The Batman whirled too late to stop the toppling chess piece from pinning his legs. “Checkmate!” shrieked the Catwoman.

Hefting the huge rook off his legs, Batman groggily pulled himself to his feet. One ankle throbbed like a bad tooth. He scanned the Trophy Room for signs of his enemy. When he spotted her, his mouth corrugated into a grimace. She was running up the steep spine of the Tyrannosaur, as surely as a tabby on a fence. When she reached the shoulders, she pulled

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back the hatch that led into the head of the dinosaur and stepped inside.

The Batman ran, ignoring the pains that thumped through his leg. He ran, while the Trophy Room echoed to the noise of machinery starting to move. With a grinding shudder, the monster’s tail twitched. It twitched once more and then it swung in a flailing arc and demolished a helicopter.

“What a wonderful place you have here!” Catwoman’s voice came through the loudspeaker in the Tyrannosaur’s mouth. “Much more fun than Disneyland!”

The monster lurched and began to move. Its tail thrashed through a row of display cases which burst like bombs, showering The Batman with glass.

“This whole night’s been one long catalogue of disasters for you, Batman dear” mocked the monster, with Catwoman’s voice. His mind racing, Batman ran under the dinosaur, out of her sight. In that comparative safety he reviewed his situation. He had been taken by surprise. He was injured and things looked bad. His only hope lay in turning Catwoman’s own nature against her. Unclipping the radio from his belt, he signalled Alfred.

“Where are you?” purred his enemy. “Come out, come out, the game’s not over.”

The tail shuddered once more, then the dinosaur stopped. The hatch opened and Catwoman jumped down, landing on her feet. “Batman …” Her voice was a lethal whisper and she moved like a hunting cat, flexing the claws on her gloves. “Where are you?”

But he had gone, melted into thin air like a man of grey vapour. She drew her lips back over her teeth and padded off in search of him. She searched the lab and the garage; she searched the storeroom and she searched the computer vault.

And that was where she found the stairs. At the top of those stairs she would find the key to The Batman’s secret identity. She could wipe out his entire operation at a stroke. Or it could be a trap. Perhaps she should escape now and return at her leisure.

She looked back at the caves and she looked up the stairs and finally, overcome by the need to know, she ran up the steps, purring. With the contented expression of a cat that has gorged itself on cream, she opened the door in the grandfather clock.

And Alfred, waiting there, spritzed her face with gas. The satisfaction changed to surprise and then to rage until at last her face went blank and Catwoman keeled over like a doll. Batman caught her.

“Everything all right, sir?” asked Alfred.

“Fine, Alfred,” replied The Batman. “Just fine.”

When she woke up she was in the Batmobile, in downtown Gotham and headed for Police Headquarters.

“Tough luck, Selina,” The Batman consoled her. “Maybe next time.” Catwoman simply snarled.

“I knew you’d try the stairs” he went on. “You just couldn’t resist it. I suppose it proves what they say . . ”

She glared at him with eyes as green as gemstones. “I know. I know,” she spat “It’s not funny.”

The Batman smiled, pulling into the Police parking lot. “Oh, I think it is,” he said. “Just like in the old story: Curiosity Killed the Cat.”

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[aalissy]

Bait

Oopsy sorry I missed yesterday’s chapter! I got busy :’). Anywho, I hope you enjoy this lil bit of fluffy Marichat crack haha. Lemme know what you think!

AO3

“This is ridiculous,” Marinette muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Shh,” Chat shushed her, looking perfectly gleeful. “No, this is pawsitively purrfect!”

Rolling her eyes, she was unable to stop herself from grumbling quietly to herself. Of course, he thought it was perfect. He wasn’t the one dressed up in the ridiculous costume. With a twist of her lips, she glanced down at her outfit.

Currently, she was dressed in all yellow to look like a giant block of cheese. She and Chat had been hanging out on her balcony earlier today. Laughing and giggling to themselves as they were, they almost didn’t notice the small mouse that was on the railing next to them. 

Chat had spotted it first. He had shrieked causing Marinette to raise an eyebrow at him. What was he being dramatic about now?   

When he pointed at the mouse, though, and Marinette finally saw it, she squealed just as loudly. They both practically dove through her trapdoor to get back inside her room. 

It was there that they had come up with the idea for her to pretend to be bait for the small creature whilst Chat focused on attempting to capture it. Why she had let him talk her into this was beyond her. 

Rolling her eyes again, Marinette huffed. Craning her neck, she looked up at where he was perched on the roof of her balcony. He was crouched down, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting creature at any moment. “I thought you were supposed to be a cat. Don’t you eat mice for breakfast?”

Chat scoffed at her with a shake of his head. “You know I’m not a real cat, right?”

Her lips twitched with amusement before she murmured, “Could have fooled me.”

“I’m not the one dressed as a giant block of cheese at the moment,” he pointed out, looking at her with a Cheshire cat grin stretched out on his face.

Marinette glared at him before giving a long-suffering sigh. “Touché.”

Chat chuckled which caused her to erupt into giggles as well. She was really standing here in all yellow, in the hopes that the mouse would come to her thinking that she was cheese. Marinette swore she lost brain cells whenever it was just the two of them alone together.

“Shh! Stop laughing! You’re supposed to be cheese!”

She pursed her lips together, managing to quell her giggles for but a mere moment. Then, she saw Chat’s face and she was in hysterics all over again. She was supposed to be cheese! How did her day become this ridiculous?

Sucking in a deep breath, Marinette finally managed to stop laughing once and for all. There was still a large grin on her lips but she figured that she should take her role as the cheese seriously. Or... well... at least as seriously as she could whilst pretending to be cheese.

Together, they waited in silence, hoping they’d be able to see or hear the mouse. Suddenly, a quiet noise pierced the stillness—a faint squeak that echoed through the night. Marinette's eyes widened, and her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The mouse was back! Maybe her pretending to be cheese really had worked!

Swiveling her head, she spotted the small creature again on her balcony railing. Its head was tilted, looking at her curiously as it sniffed the air. She fought the urge to back away from it as fear caused her chest to tighten.

Before she could panic, though, Chat leaped from the rooftop, his black-clad figure soaring through the air. He landed effortlessly but missed the mouse by a few inches. Instantly, it scurried away, obviously startled by the superhero. 

Marinette’s heart was in her throat as he scrambled after it, trying to catch it. "Careful, Chat!" she called out, her concern lacing her voice. "We don't want to hurt it."

Chat’s attention was still focused on the mouse. "This isn’t as easy as it looks, you know!"

Unable to help herself, she snickered, some of her fear dissipating as she watched him attempt to grab the mouse which was still running for its life. 

“Are you laughing at me?” he called from over his shoulder, offense clear in his voice.

That only made Marinette laugh harder. “Sorry,” she sputtered, trying once again to stop herself. What a day.

Only after the mouse had jumped back down onto the floor did her fear return. Marinette’s eyes widened as she watched Chat continue his pursuit.

Finally, he managed to corner the tiny creature when it ran nearby her balcony’s wall. Slowly, he scooped the mouse in between his hands, his voice gentle as he whispered, "It’s okay, little guy. Don’t be afraid."

Marinette felt her heart soften as she watched Chat murmur to it. It was sweet. With several timid steps, she made her way next to him. Patting his back, she couldn’t stop herself from smirking. “I suppose you’re not a cat after all, then. I don’t think a cat would be this nice.”

He glanced down at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Huh. Funny, I was still thinking that you were a block of cheese.”

Gasping, she instantly stopped patting his back to cross her arms in mock anger. What a dork!

Chat winked at her before extending his baton. He left her balcony, presumably so that he could drop off the mouse somewhere safe. 

When he returned again, Marinette sighed, gesturing down at her outfit. “Now that the mouse is gone can I go get changed? I’d like to not be mistaken for cheese anymore.”

He snickered, nodding his head. “Yep, we don’t need you to be our bait anymore.”

Rolling her eyes, Marinette said, “Not that I was ever even seen as bait. I don’t think that mouse ever once thought that I really was cheese.”

“Nonsense,” Chat cheered, slinging an arm over her shoulder. “He told me he did himself.”

Raising an eyebrow, she glanced up at him. “Did he now?”

He simply hummed, opening the trapdoor for her. “Why do you think he came back?”

“The same reason stray tomcats keep coming back.” Marinette flicked his bell playfully. “My balcony is lovely.”

“Nah, it’s all you,” Chat said, his grin widening. “The balcony is just a bonus.”

Her heart stumbled in her chest before she jumped down into her bedroom. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen the red stain her cheeks at his comment. Steadying her racing heart, Marinette looked around for her usual clothes, grateful to finally be out of her cheese disguise.

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[hcm92literature]

‘Out Of Character’ 17th December 2022

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Author’s notes: so this took a long time to finish, but good news! not only have i finished the entire fic, i also commissioned @akumatizedcamembert for some art of a particular moment in this chapter! it’ll be at the end of this chapter so make sure to check the bottom of this page for some fantastic art! i will also be posting the final chapter on the 31st so keep an eye out for that!

Marinette had spent the majority of November and early December furiously creating new costumes for the December larp event, as it was taking place at the Grand Palais instead of the original arena. Something about the organisers not being able to lease it for the weekend because December was a busy time of year, and the Grand Palais had been frozen over for December. It would also offer some good publicity as people could watch as the game played out on the ice. So they had come up with an in-world reason for it being a slightly smaller frozen landscape and had instructed the players that could make it to the event to bring skates and modify their superhero costumes to look like they had ice power ups. Not being content to just modify her suit, Marinette had created an entirely new one, complete with thermal fleece padding, fur trims on the hood and where the gloves and boots joined the main suit, and blue snowflake gems on the spots. When Alya had seen her handy work, she had begged for a similar suit of her own. Marinette was happy to oblige, as she had been inspired to draw more designs based on the winter suits. And it totally wasn’t just so she wouldn’t have to think about the kiss.

Alya had been teasing her about it for the entire week since and kept referring to Adrien as Marinette’s supermodel boyfriend. But something just wasn’t clicking in her mind. Something about Adrien at last week’s party was nagging at her... He had called her Nettie. Had he even heard anyone call her that before? She couldn’t recall a time when either Alya or Nino had said it in front of Adrien. So how did he know about it? And… the way he said it sounded so much like…

Marinette shook her head and focused on tying her skates up. She hadn’t seen her partner yet, and their texting had ceased altogether since the night before the party, which was suspicious. The lump in her throat was refusing to go, no matter how much she tried to swallow it away. Alya - now dressed as an icy Rena Rouge - could tell how nervous her friend was and was trying her best to keep things positive as they got ready for larping on ice.

“C’mon, girl. I know it’s weird and complicated, but just try to enjoy today, okay? Adrien’s not here, and fighting bad guys is always fun!” Alya grinned at her friend but Marinette still felt apprehensive. What if Adrien was there?

The sound of a megaphone being turned on alerted the pair to the organisers signalling that In Character time was starting, and they made their way to the rink. Marinette wobbled as her skates hit the ice, threatening to slip onto her bum, when someone caught her. Looking up, it was clear that Alya was not the one who had prevented her from falling, as she was stood in front of her looking over her shoulder with a smirk. Gradually looking round, Marinette felt her face flush. He had also made a new suit, with fur lining his hood and blue gem accents dotted all over his black suit. He had even dyed the tips of his messy blond hair blue. If Marinette wasn’t so flustered she would have made a comment about it being over the top, but she couldn’t deny it suited him. His contacts were still the same green cat eyes and his grin was still the same Cheshire cat grin. Marinette felt her heart thu-thump thu-thump thu-thump against her ribcage as if it were a bird desperate to escape.

“Looks like this new power will have a slippery slope of a learning curve, eh LB?”

Laughing nervously, Ladybug clung to Chat Noir as he raised her to her feet and began skating alongside her. Before long, Viperion and Ryuko had joined them, along with Rena and Carapace, and the partners’ arms had been unlinked in favour of aiding their accelerated skating. Even Queen Bee had tagged along, possibly because they were the only heroes attending this particular event and she didn’t want to be on her own. There were still a few of the miniaturised Parisian landmarks dotted around the rink, painted blue and white to match the ice and donned with Christmassy decorations, and the group deftly weaved between them whilst a few “civilians” leisurely skated around. A muffled thud came from the Arc de Triomphe being pushed over, and the heroes spun around to face the akuma. Glaciator was back. Ladybug knew exactly how to deal with him. She looked over to Chat Noir only for her heart to sink as she saw that Ryuko had grabbed hold of his arm and the pair were skating off to one side. Rena and Carapace partnered up and sped to the other side to flank the akuma. Only Ladybug, Viperion and Queen Bee remained, the latter of which raised an eyebrow.

“If either of you think you can pair up with me, you can forget it.”

Viperion gave Ladybug a small smile. “I know who you really want to be paired up with.”

Ducking her head, Ladybug tried to hide her blush. “I mean… we’re supposed to be partners, that’s all…”

“Is that why you looked so dejected when he rushed off with Ryuko?”

As if Glaciator could hear their conversation, he bellowed at the pair approaching him that they were with the wrong partners. Chat Noir and Ryuko nearly fell over as Glaciator hurled several scoops of brightly coloured ice cream at them and they sped off in different directions. Viperion gave Ladybug a small smirk then turned to glide after Ryuko, leaving an opportunity for Ladybug to go after Chat Noir. She hesitated until Queen Bee rolled her eyes and pushed her in his direction, muttering something about her being utterly ridiculous. Trying not to fall flat on her face, Ladybug threw herself into skating full pelt towards Chat, though she hadn’t thought about how to slow down when she got to him. “Chaton!”

Chat spun around just in time for Ladybug to slam into his chest, sending both of them sprawling over the frozen floor. “Ice of you to catch up, milady. But maybe slow down a bit next time so we don’t break the ice!”

Snorting, Ladybug propped herself up on her gloved hands to look down on him, then nearly fell back down as all the blood in her body rushed to her face. They were so close. Too close. She was straddling him and if anyone hadn’t seen her crashing into him just moments before, it would look incredibly suspicious. Even he was blushing from their proximity, and his expression was one of confused surprise. Ladybug threw herself off him and landed on her bum. Chat snickered as he sat up and straightened his costume. “It seems you really need to work on your glacial awareness, milady.”

Ladybug groaned and she swiped at his outstretched hand before actually taking it and allowing him to pull her to her skates. They both blushed again as they stood upright, their chests nearly touching, then they turned as Glaciator knocked over another nearby set piece trying to get away from the other heroes. He spun around and lifted a purple painted scooper at Ladybug and Chat Noir. “I’m Glaciator, the mean ice cream man, and I am your number one fan!” He then dug his silver scooper into a bucket strapped to his hip and threw the resulting scoop of ice cream at the pair, making them jump slightly apart.

“If he��s such a fan, why is he acting so chilly towards us?”

“Ladybug and Chat Noir are made for each other! But they have been standing under the mistletoe and have done nothing about it!”

Eyes widening, Ladybug turned to Chat Noir to find her expression mirrored on his face, then they both raised their gaze to a sprig of mistletoe hanging from a lamp post above them. Ladybug groaned. This was just like at Alya and Nino’s party. And if Glaciator’s remark was anything to go by, it would happen almost exactly the same way as it had then. With an added audience looking on from the perimeter of the rink… Looking back at Chat made her stomach sink, as his face had flushed and fallen. He clearly didn’t want this. Ladybug slid backwards a half-step when Queen Bee yelled across the rink at them.

“You’re so lame, just kiss already!”

Chat let out a breath, then closed the distance between them, giving Ladybug a smile as her face flushed a deep red. “It’s tradition, right milady?”

Swallowing thickly, she nodded, then took a deep breath, inhaling Chat’s sandalwood cologne. The same cologne Adrien wore… She didn’t have time to dwell on that fact as Chat quickly leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. It was exactly the same kiss as at the party. His lips moved against hers and she felt a jolt of excitement run up her spine as she responded. One of his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer whilst the other cupped her face, and she found herself sliding a hand up under his hood to entangle her fingers in his hair just as she had a week ago. Just as she had a couple weeks before that on her balcony… Suddenly Chat’s breath hitched and he pulled back, recognition in his eyes. “Ma-?”

“Okay love birds, we need your help here now!”

Blushing at the applause from the crowd, the pair turned to see the group still trying to subdue Glaciator and leapt away from each other towards the ruckus, trying to focus on the game and not each other. These revelations would have to wait until the game had finished and there weren’t a bunch of onlookers. Glaciator was more difficult to deal with this time around, possibly due to the icy terrain, and because there were more of them fighting him at once. Also probably because Ladybug and Chat Noir kept stumbling every time their eyes met or they got close to each other, which slowed things down a bit. Eventually the group freed the butterfly figurine, wiped the purple paint off it, and helped André out of his costume.

There was a brief pause for lunch, with a festive buffet spread for the role-players and organisers. Most people were hungrily tucking in, making the most of the small bites of turkey sandwiches, various cheeses, mini gateaux and glasses of champomy, but Adrien kept trying to catch Ladybug who kept making flustered excuses and rushing off. Did she not want to talk to him now that she knew who was beneath the mask? If he had figured it out then he was sure she had too. Though he knew she wasn’t as taken with Adrien as she was with Chat, so was the revelation that they were one and the same too much of a shock to her? He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before turning to the buffet. He guessed he would just have to be patient with her.

After a couple hours of eating and resting and a zamboni repairing the ice the heroes’ skates had torn up, the game was back on. The next akuma was a man dressed like an ice sculpture called Frozer who had an assistant following him with a giant tub of snow which he kept digging into to throw snowballs at the heroes. Ladybug continued to avoid going near Chat, much to his dismay. It made things awkward when she was nearly hit by Frozer and Chat had to leap to push her out of the way, as she had begun stammering and scrambled away on all fours as fast as she could. He understood that they needed to focus on the game for now, but they would need to talk at some point. Preferably before Rose and Juleka’s party on new year’s eve… And the way she was avoiding him made him think she really wasn’t happy finding out who he was. Adrien sighed again before returning to the group to cleanse the butterfly they had extracted from Frozer’s skates, ending the game and receiving a cheer from the audience.

art by the amazingly skilled and talented @akumatizedcamembert!

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[casadefreewill]

So I read Chloe’s Lament by @nobodyfamousposts (ChaoticNeutral on ao3) which lead to me reading Gabriel’s Lament and then Little Kitty on a Roof by Gigi_Bug, so I’m just seeing where this takes me. Either way I thought I’d try to take a crack at the costumes for Red Queen and Cheshire.

I’ll admit, I had a hard time figuring out what a dress cape from the collar would entail or look like. I think it turned out looking more like a jacket but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I also figured Cheshire’s costume should mostly look the same as Chat’s but just different enough that someone who never paid much attention to him might not make the connection (also with the help of some miraculous glamour magic) because all the instruction Adrien got was to lose the bell and look different but the look would still come from Adrien’s subconscious, and these instructions would have had to be given before Adrien transformed for the first time to go fight Stoneheart so he wouldn’t know what the original suit looked like anyways.

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[songbirdsingingthings]

I Hear A Symphony - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist

WARNINGS: None!

Requested by: @vdoesthings​ 

(Hii! Can I request a Shoto Todoroki fic with "I can hear a symphony" by Cody Fry? Also love your writing so muchh)

A/N: Thank you so much for your request as part of the Sing To Me event! I had a TON of fun writing this one as I kinda delved into something I hadn’t written a ton about before *cough* support course *cough* and I’m pretty happy with it! I hope you enjoy, and again, thank you for participating in the event!

Word Count: 1.6K

Shouto’s life was so simple, everything planned to a ‘t’. He would be forced to wake up at ungodly times by the person he hated most in the world and immediately put to work. An hour on the treadmill, an hour lifting, and an hour training his quirk. Then, he would be given a breakfast that was chock full of proteins and supplements - he was told it was good for him, but there was never any flavor to it. Then he would be off to school at UA. He guessed that his time spent there did add some variance in his life, but it was not enough to rock the boat he was currently sailing. He would have chats with Midoriya from time to time, but that was basically it. What he wanted in his life was something more than what it was. He couldn’t lead this tasteless life forever, because if he did, he was sure he might just go crazy. 

“Alright class, listen up. Today we are playing host to the support class. It is part of their curriculum to not only help patch up your hero costumes and support items, but to make suggestions and experiment on their own. Each of you has been given a student to partner up with - if I hear of one of you trying to switch your partner with someone else, I’m not afraid to assign an extra packet of homework,” a single groan from the class was heard, “to all of you.” The entire class contributed to the cacophony after that comment. “And please, do not give them much trouble. They are students, just like you, learning the ropes. Okay then, now that we’re done with that, please welcome the students of Class H-1.” The door of the classroom slid open to reveal 20 students, all dressed in the U.A. uniform with boxes and duffel bags hanging off their shoulders and arms. At the front of the group was Mei Hatsume.

“Alright! Time to get to work! Who’s this… uh Iida? Who’s Iida?” She shouts, causing Class 1A’s president to stand with a start.

“I am Tenya Iida! The guy who you used as a walking advertisement in the Sports Festival!” Mei looked to the side with a cheshire grin.

“Never heard of ya!” Then, a sweet voice graced the room.

“Mei, you’re holding up the rest of the group - mind if we come in the room too?”

“Oh! Sorry, Y/N/N, didn’t mean to hold you guys back!” Then, the floodgates opened and the students of class H-1 descended upon the room. Shouto looked around to see everyone pairing up, so he decided to just wait at his desk - it was probably easier that way anyway.

“Todoroki?” The same sweet voice he had heard before, the one that asked Mei to move out of the way earlier, called his name. Turning around, Shouto saw you. A heavy looking duffle bag was thrown over your right shoulder while a tape measure and several fabric swatches were draped over your left. In your hands were two boxes - one that looked like a tool box and the other that looked like a briefcase. Immediately, Shouto’s hands were grabbing onto the duffle bag as it began to slip from your shoulders. “Oh! Thank you, the stuff in there is pretty heavy though, so be careful,” your warning came a bit too late as the bag slid into his hands and then ended up on the floor, pulling his arms along with it. Shouto’s eyes widened a bit, wondering how on earth you could’ve carried it slung around your shoulder when it weighed that much.

“My apologies,” he said, somewhat sheepishly. He looked up to your face, expecting an expression of distraught, but instead there was a wide smile.

“No worries at all - I’ve done that way too many times. I’m just glad that the stuff in there is strong enough to not scratch easily!” You say cheerily, letting the duffle bag stay where it was and placing your boxes on Shouto’s desk. You let the fabric and the tape measure settle on top and then reach out your hand to Shouto’s. “I’m Y/N L/N, your new support item consultant and designer.” You say proudly. The red-and-white haired boy accepts your handshake and nods.

“My hero costume isn’t really that interesting and doesn’t call for many support items, so it might be a bit boring. I’m sorry for that.” Shouto admits, a little embarrassed to see you pulling out his hero costume. It was true, though. When the forms were sent out asking what kind of hero costume he wanted, all he put were the necessities. Something where the fabric was flexible enough to do hero work in and one that was comfortable. He left the colors, style, and little accoutrements up to the designers.

“I wouldn’t say it’s boring at all,” you say, scanning over Shouto’s costume. His eyes watch yours as they dutifully take in every detail - you looked like a professional at work. “I think it has incredible potential though. You’ve got all of the necessary stuff here - a good base, flexible but not easily breakable fabric, and sturdy looking combat boots. It just needs to be personalized.” Shouto cocks his head at your last word.

“Personalized?” He repeats, earning a nod from you.

“Yeah! Like, let’s see… what’s your favorite color?” Your question made him pause and think. 

“I,” he begins, his eyes now just on the hero costume in your hands, “I don’t think I have one.” He can see the little frown sprout on your face which makes him immediately want to retract his previous sentence. For some reason, he just didn’t like seeing that frown on your face - it didn’t look like it belonged there.

“That’s okay, let’s just start off with something else then. I was watching a lot of footage of you competing at the festival and just training, and I noticed that whenever you use your fire side, that sleeve burns off.” This earns a nod from Shouto. “Well,” you say as you take the fabric that was the same color of the blue of his hero costume, “I’ve been experimenting a lot with different kinds of synthetic fabrics and developed this.” You hold it out in front of Shouto for him to touch. “This fabric has the same feel and flexibility as the one you’re currently using, but I modified it so that it can withstand the temperatures both your left and right side produce.” Shouto looked at the fabric warily and then back to you. This caused you to giggle a bit at his reaction. “Go ahead, try it out.” You say as Shouto’s left hand reached up to it. A small but concentrated flame burned at the fabric, but it left no scorch marks at all.

“That’s quite impressive,” he says, stunned at the fabric’s durability.

“Thanks!” You beam, meeting Shouto’s eyes. “It took me forever to get the formula right, but now that I’ve got it it’s become my new speciality!” You put the fabric back and then begin talking to him about the other points of his costume. The two of you talked about his boots and the possibility of adding ice picks to the bottom, the implementation of a thermal regulator, and even a device that lets Shouto know the exact temperature of his own body and what he was outputting. The conversation, really, was just you telling him about everything, but he quite liked it that way. Seeing you so excited, so marveled at your own creations and life just brought him joy. If he was just dull background music, you were a symphony. You were violins and cellos, french horns and flutes. You were brimming with an energy that Shouto has forever longed to have and experience. The more the conversation between the two of you continued, the more he felt himself leaving the out-of-tune bass he had once occupied and becoming drawn into your loveliness. And, as Aizawa called out to the class that there would only be five more minutes to this meeting, he realized he never wanted to leave it. 

“Well, I guess I should pack up and take off,” you say, your voice a little sad. “It’s been really fun to finally meet you and talk to you about your costume! Hopefully we’ll have another class like this to catch up soon!” You chime, slinging that heavy duffle bag over your shoulder with ease and gathering the fabrics and boxes into your arms. Shouto stood there with nothing coming from his mouth until you had almost walked out the classroom door.

“Ah, wait!” He said, drawing the attention of everyone, including you. “What if we could, maybe, talk about it more this weekend?” He asks you, earning gasps from a few of his classmates. Was Shouto Todoroki actually asking someone out?! The smile that is spread across your cheeks makes him forget all about the audience the two of you had attracted.

“Definitely! The card I left you?” You asked, causing Shouto to dig into his pocket to find it. “It has my number on it, in the hopes that you would ask me.” The red-and-white haired boy shook his head and smiled. “Maybe then you could tell me your favorite color? I have a feeling it’s white, but I like to be surprised. So let me know then, ‘kay?” With a nod and a wave from Shouto, you shoot him one last grin before you follow your classmates out of the door. He didn’t tune in any of the questions from his classmates he was being berated with, instead thinking about his favorite color. White, he decided, was quite a good color. If it’s what you suggested, he thought, then it’s perfect for him. That beautiful little melody that you wove through in around his heart had captured him completely. And he loved you for it.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

Counterpart to this

(Chat noir's side)

Shadowmoth had entered here!

Chat noir was sure of it.

Ladybug had told chat noir to sit tight while she and Rena Rouge went to get help. Sentimonsters were running rampant and the trio agreed that it was too much for them alone.

But how could he when Shadowmoth was right there! This could be the only chance they had of tracking him down!

The Cats night vision helped him naviagate the dark underground of the city. It didn't take long for the cat hero to realize he was in the catacombs.

"Spooky. Oddly fitting for Shadowmoth."

He pulls out his communicator to contact Ladybug... but no signal.

"I can't connect, strange... Ill jump out and call..." Chat noir's sentence was stopped as he collided with a wall.

"What the... I could have sworn that there was a door way behind me." The cat commented.

He decided to start walking. Perhaps finding the villain would make finding the way out easier.

Chat noir began making his way through the catacombs. The place emitted a feeling of ominous dread. He never did like this place.

The tight dark spaces, the creepy feeling of being watched, and the nasty smell. Of course Shadowmoth would feel right at home.

Chat noir found himself hitting a dead end.

"Jeez this place is like a maze."

His nail to scratch an X on the wall.

"Thats one dead end."

The Cat hero made it a habit of doing that whenever he ran into a dead end.

As he encountered more and more dead ends her felt his calm start to shake.

"Is this place getting smaller?" He said in a joking manner to himself, but clearly was more panicked than he was trying to let on.

He started moving a bit faster, trying to find an exit, but every path seemed to take him to an X.

"No way, I know I haven't been down this way before..." Chat noir spoke in disbelief.

He was starting to get frustrated. Surely Ladybug noticed he was gone.

"Calm down Chat noir, Ladybug likely noticed you're missing and will be here to help."

"Hey where's chat noir?" a voice calls out. A familiar voice.

Chat noir focused on the sound, it was Rena rouge! He rushed to find the location of the sound.

"Rena! I am so glad to..."

Chat noir found himself looking at a wall, but something was different. Instead of a blank wall, it was projecting something. Chat noir could see Rena Rouge and Ladybug as clear as day. He could hear them.

"Where is that cat, I told him to wait here." Ladybug stated with a bit of annoyance.

"Should we go look for him?" Rena Rouge inquired.

"Look at the city! we don't have time to search. Im sure he will catch up." Ladybug insisted.

"Right!"

The two fist bump and run off as they head into battle.

Chat noir took that as a sign that he needed to find a way out. But as he turned, he noticed the way he came was gone. There was no door. He was just stuck in the room, with the broadcast. Chat noir finally realized it, this place was alive!

"So its a sentimonster's doing! Lets see how you like it when I destroy..."

Suddenly a pair of eyes show up on the wall. Then another pair.

The cat realized, the sentimonster WANTED him to use his power. It would cause the place to go haywire and he would be put on a time limit. He could be exposed if he tried it. What should he do?

Chat noir looked around the small room and noticed the broadcast was continuing. He took a deep disappointed sigh. All he could really do was watch. If things get really desperate for Ladybug, he will cataclysm the sentimonster and rush to her, consequences or not.

So Chat noir sat down and continued watching the broadcast.

He heard every quip, every word. He saw how Ladybug got down on herself when the guardian's Su Han had called got controlled.

He saw the reveal of Rena Rouge being Alya as she had to fight her akumatized family. That was a shock! And he could see the emotion of the whole situation.

He even saw Ladybug hit her lowest point which seemed to happen whenever Shadowmoth did something extra nefarious.

Chat noir tried calling out to her, trying to cheer her on, but he wasn't needed. Rena Rouge took over. She told Ladybug the encouraging words in his place.

"Even if its just the two of us, we can fight the whole world." Rena Rouge stated confidently. "Trust me."

Ladybug smiled as she met the fox's fist with her own.

"There's no one I can trust more!'

Chat noir felt his heart shatter. Was this real? Was this really happening? Was this just an illusion made by the sentimonster that trapped him? Regardless it was torture.

But he couldn't stop watching. He saw how Ladybug and the other heroes turned it all around. Scarlet shadow moth was shocked. He was in awe of ladybug and the other heroes. He was giving the cliché villain speech of how it wasn't possible, and then at the moment the Rena Rouge snagged his staff, the broadcast ended.

"I wasn't needed..."

He hugged his knees.

"Was I holding her back? Rena Rouge didn't need to sacrifice herself. She did everything I would have done but better..." Chat noir whispered as he felt his heart sink.

Was she just humoring me by keeping me around? Was I there just to be comic relief? Does she even trust me? Did she notice he was gone the whole time? Would she even care if he left?

These thoughts flooded the depressed cats mind.

Was she my partner only out of obligation?

That last thought made him stand up.

"CATACLYSM!" He roared as he hit the wall infront of him.

He heard the wailing of the creature that made up the maze. He saw the walls shifting like crazy! Some expanding and other's tightening. He needed to get out of there!

He still felt those negative feelings and it clouded his mind as he failed to dodge one of the moving walls, snapped on his leg like a mouse trap.

"No!"

Chat noir felt his despair grow as he noticed more walls moving and pulling him down. He was doomed.

"No wonder Ladybug wants to replace me." He said as a tear streamed down his face.

Thats when the cat noticed a black butterfly move towards him.

"No!" Chat noir tried to struggle but he couldn't get away as the akuma flew into his bell.

Chat noir screamed as the akuma tried to get into his head, but he can hear the sweet calls. It can give him the power to escape, he can have the power to show Ladybug he isn't replaceable.

He can show them all.

Chat noir did his best to resist. But all of the emotions he had been trying to suppress had burst to the surface, he couldn't resist.

He felt his resistance slip. The sentimonster stopped moving as Chat noir heard Shadowmoth's words.

“Chat Blanc! I give you the power of infinite destruction, to destroy anything and everything that causes you pain. In exchange, you will bring me Ladybug’s miraculous.”

Chat noir felt himself give in.

His black costume shift to become white. His green eyes turned a cold ice blue. His blond hair also matched his costume.

A new emotion filled him.

Pure rage.

"Mega Cataclysm."

A massive burst of destructive energy burst from his hand. He erased the rampaging sentient maze. He could finally see the outside.

He looked around and saw the Eiffel Tower.

"There." He said to himself before sprinting towards it.

Chat blanc noticed a few foolish individuals trying to stop his approach, but they were not strong enough to stop him. He casually swiped them without slowing his pace.

In a matter of minutes he had reached the top of the French monument.

“Excellent timing Chat Blanc.”

The Cat looked at the villain for a moment, expressionless. Internally he was seething in anger. All of the pain the villain had caused him. He hated him

“Ladybug we might need a lucky charm here”

The cat heard Rena Rouge say.

“It happened again…”

Ladybug muttered in horror.

She seemed to be zoning out. Was he not even worth her attention.

“Now Chat Blanc. Take the miraculous!”

Chat blanc had no interest in the villain's commands. But a thought popped into his head.

“I shall.”

Shadowmoth Laughed only to suddenly de-transform into Gabriel Agreste, right in front of the two heroes.

He had snatched both miraculous from him, and was looking at the villain with sharp eyes.

The cat villain was shocked for a split second. But it made sense in a sick cosmic sense. He decided he didn't care. His father was a monster that didn't care about him, so why should he care about his father?

“Chat Blanc! How dare you disobey me! I am your…”

“You are nothing…”

Chat blanc cataclysmed the man before he finished his sentence.

“… but a failure of a father.”

He turned his attention to Ladybug and Rena Rouge.

“Wow… that was excessive… But no worries. Just pass ladybug the akumatized item and we can undo all the damage done today.” Rena Rouge said as she composed herself.

The cat looked at the fox with contempt, how he wanted nothing more to destroy her for replacing him. But... a new more sinister thought pops into his head.

Chat Blanc raised his hand in the air.

“Cataclysm.”

A ball of white light formed in his palm and began growing.

Ladybug snapped back to reality as the gravity of the situation became real.

“Chaton stop! You can’t destroy everything! This isn’t you!”

He would destroy her legacy.

“Destroy Akuma Charms” He spoke.

Little balls of energy bursted out from the large cataclysm. The tiny energy balls located and destroyed every anti akuma charm Ladybug had ever created.

After that task was finished. Chat blanc lowered his hand, and a Cheshire grin appeared on his face.

“So I finally have your attention.”

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[nautiscarader]

Marichat 1

Smutember day 1 - Strip Poker, Marichat (ML)

(Ao3)

With apologies to anyone, who knows how to play poker.

Also I hope you will apprciate all the ice puns. You will soon see why.

What killed the dinosaurs? THE ICE AGE

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At this point, Marinette thought she'd be used to having a boyfriend with a slightly unusual method of dropping by. She heard the scratching on the trapdoor, and when she opened it, she was welcomed with an upside-down face of her feline companion.

With his trademark agility he indeed dropped in, landing on all fours and jumped back up, his tail coiling around her waist to bring her into his arms.

- Quite a bold move, kitty. - she smiled. - Well, you know me. - How did you know I'd be free tonight, though? College is forcing me to stay a lot in the libraries, even in the evening... I was about to hit the hay... - she pointed to her rather skimpy clothing. - I guess it was a bluff.

His hands slid up and down her thighs, while her legs gently parted his. It was true, her university did embark a toll on her private life, giving the two way less time to spend together.

And as the two were about to kiss, a word from him gave Marinette an idea.

- How about strip poker? - Marinette asked, raising her eyebrow - If you think your bluff game is so strong... - Sounds like a slightly more complicated way of getting you out your clothes, princess... - Chat replied cockily.

Marinette gave him a gentle kiss and jumped onto her back. She straightened the sheets, took the deck, shuffled it, and shot Chat with a smile.

- I assume an alley cat like you-you know how to play poker? - she added with just a tinge of hesitation. - Ah, of course - he replied with a similar moment of worry - Were you thinking of some other, simpler game? - Well...

Marinette began, and she lost control of her deck, temporarily scattering cards all over her laps.

- There-there is this card mini game in this, uh, app game called Mister... - Penguino! - Chat finished, and coughed, sounding a bit too excited - I heard, I mean. We can, uh play that simplified version, just to humour you. - Yeah, I mean, even pros need a break once in a while.

The two shared a long, silent connection, as Marinette shuffled and dealt the cards. She hid her face behind them, wishing she could have seen the tooltips that automatically suggested the desired highest combo...

She sneaked a quick look at Chat, but she was used to him hiding his thoughts, and it seemed for once he might have an upper hand, or claw...

She repositioned a few cards, and with a firm move, she put two of them down, sending her opponent a faint smile.

- I've got... one pair of snowshoes! - and she proudly uncovered two queens. Chat smiled back. - Guess I've invited you to ice-skate ring for a date.

And revealed four cards from his hand.

- Two pairs.

Marinette's smile faded, and knowing he wouldn't look away, she undid her ponytails, tossing away her hair ties.

- Come on, that barely counts as clothing. - Chat protested. - Be glad I undid them both at the time. - she smiled and took more cards.

This time, the pause did not last as long, as Marinette didn't even wait for Chat.

- Four of a kindle! - Eh, pass.

And with that, Marinette watched as he ditched his gloves. After a few ties, her winning streak returned, as she got a regular Strait, followed by Icy Strait, much to Chat's surprise.

- In hindsight, I should have thought this through, wearing one-piece outfit isn't the best strategy...

Marinette just nodded, watching as he lost his shoes and Chat Noir-themed socks. And she had to restrain herself from giggling when she looked at her next hand.

- Full Igloo! in your face!

Chat Noir swallowed, and knowing that she will watch every move of his slowly pulled down the golden bell, revealing his lean, but muscular chest, and, as he let his costume fell to the floor, Marinette's eyes fixated on his...

- Boxers!? - Marinette protested - What? - they were bundled with socks - And he pointed to his pawprints his boxers were dotted with.

Marinette grumbled. It seemed her luck has ran out temporarily. Two Snowmen and one Ho-Ho later, she found herself without her jacket and pants. She suddenly found herself wished she had worn socks...

But then, with a triumphant smile, she laid down five cards down.

- Slushy Strait.

She spoke, looking at four cards Chat put down that were nowhere close to topping hers.

And with a faint smile, Chat stood up and reached to his boxers, where a faint trace of his erection was visible. Marinette bit her lip, and watched as the dark material slides down, until his biology performed an admirable jolt, when his cock sprung to life once he was freed.

- Well, looks like you've won. - Chat sat down, and was about to shuffle the cards back when Marinette stopped him. - Not yet. You still have your mask.

Adrien swallowed loudly, as Marinette's smile widened to an almost Cheshire-cat length.

- My... My princess... - Deal the cards. - she cut him off quickly, trying not to have her mind clouded with the image of his cock.

But the smile faded away equally quickly. Next turn forced Marinette to take her top, and in two more, she found herself whether to choose her bra, or her panties, which have revealed her readiness already. And knowing that, she opted for them, hoping the sight of her sex would throw her opponent off.

Chat smiled, watching as Marinette lifted her legs into the air and undid her panties, pretending to hide her puffy lips from him, when in reality she made sure that her night lamp would show a few droplets of her arousal.

The two stared at each other and reached for more cards. This time, her face remained frozen and motionless, and she put down five cards.

Chat Noir, with equally stoic demeanour, did the same.

At the same time, they both revealed them.

- Icy Slushy Strait! - Marinette howled - Finally, I will know the identity of my boyfriend... - Five of a kindle. - What?!

Marinette watched, as Chat flipped each card, one ace at a time, finishing with a comedic depiction of a medieval jester.

She looked up, unable to believe his luck. Instead of any explanation, she just saw a glimmer in his green eyes.

She reached her hand behind her back and undid her bra, rendering her completely naked, while Chat licked his lips at the sight of her breasts.

- Can we stop pretending? - Yeah, I guess.

Marinette grumbled, and she welcomed the feeling of his lips on hers, as he jumped onto her, pinning her naked body to her comfy bed.

But he wasn't interested in immobilising her, as Chat was clearly drawn to her sex, now positively glistening with her juices, and a single lick of his made Marinette howl, as her legs flailed around his head.

Chat drove her insane for a couple of minutes, knowing she wasn't even trying to hide her oncoming climax. The feeling of his fingers, instead of claws brought a much needed comfort and tenderness to his foreplay, especially when he traced her clit.

And just as with the final hand, this one brought Marinette to her loss. She buried her face in a pillow, while she soaked her lover with her arousal, thrashing around him, much yo his pleasure.

Adrien thought she would remain like that for long, but her shaking arms were soon around his neck, as she brought him onto her.

She let out a moan under his pleasant, heavenly weight, but when his aggressive behaviour drove him between her legs, she had to stop him.

- Ah, ah, ah - Marinette spoke, as Chat looked at her, stumped - Forgot about something?

She reached to her nightstand, and to his surprise, she produced a condom in a black package depicting a handsome man with green eyes and cat ears, clearly from the same set as his underwear.

- I feel I should file for copyright claim. - They make ones with Ladybug as well... - Marinette added with a mixture of annoyance and odd bit of pride in her voice - I know we were stripping down, but this will suit you.

She let out a giggle when his cock twitched in her hand, as she coiled her fingers around him and slid the condom on, feeing each of his vein under her fingertips.

- Sorry kitty, but I'm not ready for your kittens yet... maybe next month...

She joked and gasped, as Chat positioned himself between her legs, feeling his tip brushed her wet opening.

Spoiled by his delicate treatment before, it was time for Chat to utilise his pent-up energy, as he slid inside her with ease, earning another languorous moan from his lover, as she dug her nails into his back.

With each thrust, she spilled his name into his ear, feeling his cock spreading and tearing her in half, as buried himself deeper and deeper.

- Chat... Chat... Chaton!

She knew he was on the edge of his climax too, brought by their shared taunting, and though she preferred long, slow love-making, she would gladly welcome another "little death", as it was called in her language.

She listened to his guttural, low groans, and when his back arched, so did hers, almost as if to give him chance to reach her depths, while he filled his condom with seed, and her ears with her name.

The two joined bodies pulsed and shuddered, as Chat delivered his potency into the rubber, her body milking him for more in a futile attempts at executive the biological imperative Marinette protected herself from.

Their groans and moans subsided, as their lips met, and with that, the gentle creaking of the bed stopped as well, replaced by smacking sound of their hungry mouths.

- Well, looks like I won, Chat huffed, lifting himself from his position, marvelling at the sight of Marinette's slightly sweaty body and her ruffled hair. - Are-are you sure?

Marinette's lips curled in a cocky smile and she showed him her hand, holding four aces and a joker she must have picked up when they were basking in their shared afterglow.

- But... - But what kitty? Look, my sleeves are empty - she raised her arms to mock him further - My princess, that's cheating! - All's fair in love and war - she spoke without missing a beat - Your mask, Chaton

Cold sweat rushed down his spine, strengthened by her piercing gaze and a sly smile. For quite a while neither of them spoke, each fixated at their partner's face.

- Although, I can accept this as alternative.

Marinette spoke and grabbed his cock, sliding underneath it, until it hovered over her face. Her fingers pinched the tip of the condom, filed with his seed and she stuck her tongue out, waiting for her reward as she slid it from his length.

Inch by inch, as Marinette disrobed her lover, globs of his potent spunk landed in her mouth, guided by her skilled tongue that traced his undercock, causing him to shudder and twitch.

And even after the condom was off, Marinette squeezed it to ensure that none of his hard and tasty work would be wasted, letting out loud and unabashed sounds of satisfaction as she tasted her salty treat, making sure to not look away from Chat's enamoured face.

Despite being disrobed, Marinette won, proudly wearing a smile and his cum on her face.

- That... that was quite a move, Marinette. - Chat admitted and bowed gently, sneaking a kiss to her ankle, as he helped her collect her clothes. - Always pleasure to win with someone, who knows how to lose. - she giggled in return. - Next time you will be the one begging for mercy. - Oh, I sure hope so.

Marinette raised her arms and put her wrists next to the headboard of her bed, as if she was tied. She watched, as his cock twitched again through his latex clothes.

- Oh, and by the way... I'd still win. - he said as he climber up - I still had my tail.

He closed the door, and only after a while Marinette let out a gasp when she realised how his tail could have been attached to his naked body once he got out of his suit...

#marichat #smutember #day 1 #miraculust #lemon #mlnsfw #nautiscaraderfics #smutember 2021 #smutember2021

[4nuttyaddict]

Costume chat cheshire: Réalisation du chapeau avec parties lumineuses. Lien page facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100032848166805&locale=lv_LV

#costume chat cheshire #costume alice au pays des merveilles #haut de forme #chapeau lumineux #chat cheshire #accessoire costume #création artisanale #création fançaise #top hat #luminous top hat #cheshire cat #cheshire cat costume #alice in wonderland cosplay

[sharktoothedboys]

Tea, Cake and Phone Numbers.

I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS ONE!!!

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“Everything will be okay... It will all be fine.”

You stood in front of the full length mirror giving yourself one last look over before leaving for the day and starting your new adventure.

Finally, after years of saving and working yourself to the bone you did it, the tea room you had always dreamt of was yours. You had spent the last 3 months doing a whole re design to exactly how you had always envisioned it and now today was finally here, opening day! Your stomach was in knots as you flipped the sign to open for the first time. 

You really didn’t need to worry though, the tearoom was busy all day with a steady stream of takeaways and eating inside customers, you couldn’t have been happier. At the end of what you would class a successful opening day, you sat at a table, cup of tea in hand, grinning like the Cheshire cat, your blissful moment interrupted by the small jingle of the bell over the door alerting you to a customer. 

Crap, You had forgotten to turn the sign around and lock the door, turning around you opened your mouth to infirm them you were in fact now closed for the day, the words died in your mouth when you saw him, Tall, slender but muscled, long dark hair tied back into a bun and dressed in stylish casual clothing, of course you recognised him, even without his hero costume.

“Oh I am sorry, I didn’t realise...” He began, starting to apologize, noticing the small tea room was closed.

“It’s Fine,” You smiled warmly up at him and gestured for him to take a seat, “What can I get for you?” 

“Are you sure?” His eyes looked full of apology, his expression so sweet and sincere, you felt your stomach begin to flip. 

“Really, Its fine, Now what would you like?” 

“Could I get a chai latte and a slice of the matcha crepe cake? If there is any left of course, My friends swung by earlier and My friend Mina was raving about it to me all day, So I had to come and try it for myself.” He said excitedly, The smile on his face making his eyes twinkle. 

You got him his request and took it over to his table, You watched him tuck in to the cake as you busied yourself with the rest of the closing down procedures, including actually turning the sign to closed this time, He took a book out of his bag and began to read it as he sipped on his latte, his eyes never leaving the pages before him, you smiled a little, noticing that he seemed to be rushing slightly. Draining the last of his coffee, he began to put his book away and stood up. Diving his hand in to his pocket to pay his bill.

“So, did the cake live up to the hype of your friend?” You smiled as you aksed him. 

“It was so good! My other friend, who wouldn’t normally be caught dead in a tea room, would absolutely love it, he is a bit of a tea nerd too. So I will have to drag him down here one day.” His smile showing his pearly whites and you melted a little inside. He was such a long term crush of yours, you didn’t know how you had continued to function while he was around. 

“Then its on the house, For such kind words and promise of future custom.” You winked at him. 

“What, No I couldn’t”

“Its the owners privilege,” You said in a hushed whisper, “Besides, I already cashed up for the day.” 

The toothy smile flashed again as he said goodbye. 

You truly never expected him to return, but return he did, the following week, you surmised that Thursdays were his days off from patrol, With another impossibly handsome man, ordered the same again for himself and a china rose tea and Victoria sponge for the other gentleman, you assumed this was the tea guy he spoke about. You recognised him as a hero too but couldn’t quite place who he was. But you enjoyed the appreciative noises he made while devouring your cake.

It became a weekly thing, sometimes he came alone, sometimes he had one or more friends in tow, Once he turned up with 3 men, all stupidly handsome, and a girl, who was adorably cute and complimented you, your shop and baking skills to no end. Mina was her name and she was forever welcome in your tea shop. Every time He came, you had a friendly chat , A strange kind of friendship began to blossom, even though you didn’t know each others names, besides his hero name, But it still made your heart go all mushy. 

A few months after he started to come in on those Thursdays you always found yourself looking forward to, He appeared at closing time, you looked up surprised to see him as he was very late today, your eyes going wide. 

“Hey” He smiled at you shyly, “Um, I hope you don’t think me weird only, the thing is I really need to ask you something,” Pausing, he took a deep breath, “Um, would you maybe like to go out with me sometime?” 

You smiled and felt your face flush a deep red, you giggled, He looked so shy and adorable as he stumbled over his words, “Sure I would love to.”

“Really?”

No one sounded more surprised than he did, he fished a card out his pocket and a pen, gripping the lid between his teeth as he scribbled something down. 

“This is my personal number, give me a call later and I’ll take you anywhere that will make you smile.”

“I will.” 

Holding the card up to your eyeline, you fought the urge to scream and jump up and down around the tea room in happiness.

“Oh!” He stopped and turned before he left, “I’m Sero, Hanta Sero, Pleased to meet you YN.” He sent a wink your way and left.

you Blushed uncontrollably as you tidied up the place a little faster than normal, you had a phone call to make. 

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I loved this idea!! My first Sero story tooooo, we love Sero in this house! Hope you guys enjoyed and as always, please, like, follow and re-blog!! Thanks guys!

Love Ezra!!

#scenario #tea room #sero #hanta #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero x reader #hanta x reader #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader #cute #fluff #my hero academia

[bisexualsforprompto]

Cat Fight

Based on this art by @gajer-1226

TW: major character death and suicide, please read at your own risk

“...Marinette?”

Cried a panicked and pained voice from far away. So far away it seemed, as Marinette felt herself slip in and out of consciousness. Letting out a hum, all she could muster to say in greeting to the strange shadow who whispered her name, Marinette let her eyes close slightly. Her pillows were soft beneath her head and her sheets were a comforting warmth. She felt weak laying down, but couldn’t even remember when she had done it.

She suddenly felt warm hands on her. One on her cheek and the other intertwined in her limp hand. Willing her eyes to open, Marinette let out a small whimper that sent pain straight to her side.

“Don’t move,” said the figure, who Marinette belatedly realized was her boyfriend, Damian. He inhaled sharply.

“What happened?” He muttered, squeezing Marinette’s hand.

Her eyes looked dull and almost a pale grey rather than the joyous bluebell he’d known so well. The last bit of life he felt in her hand started to seep out slowly as her eyes began to close.

“No!” Damian yelled, taking his hand out of hers and placing both on her cheeks, “Don’t close your eyes, beloved.”

“Hmmm...hurts...Dami.”

“I know,” he said, pulling out his phone he forced himself to stay calm. He began to dial, “Just stay strong for a while. Help is on the way.”

Marinette’s hand was quickly on the arm hold up his phone. She whispered something unintelligible and nodded her head slightly. Prying his hand off his phone, Marinette instead moved Damian’s palm to her heart.

“Chat Blanc.” Was all she said.

“The akuma?” Damian asked, slowly rising in anger. Did he do this to her? ‘I’m going to skin him alive,’ he thought.

With a small smile, Marinette pointed weakly to her shelf. On it was a normal looking silver ring.

“Please,” was all she said.

Then her body went limp before him and her eyes glazed over.

“No.” Damian said, he began to shake her, “No, no, no.”

He squeezed her hand, hard. Almost enough to bruise.

“Wake up. Wake up right now Dupain-Chang, or I’ll...I’ll...”

He looked away and to the ring she had pointed to.

What was so special about it? Did she want him to have it, or did she want it herself?

Damian felt possessed as he walked over to the shelf and slowly picked the ring up. In a flare of magic a small creature appeared before him.

“Ugh finally! I was beginning to think I’d never get fed again!” The black cat bug thing? said before taking a double take at the boy in front of him, “You’re not pigtails...”

“Who are you?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms, “If you can fix this, you’d better do it right now.”

“What?” The creature asked, “fix wha...”

The green eyes of the cat fell on the pale body laying in Marinette’s bed.

“Pigtails...” He whispered. He then hardened and trained his eyes on the boy, “What happened to her?”

“Answer my questions first.”

“Huh?” The creature asked before nodding, “Right...My name is Plagg, I’m a kwami, basically, I’m the god of destruction. And as for fixing her...”

Plagg shifted his gaze from Damian’s, “I’m sorry kid...”

Damian narrowed his eyes, “Why exactly are you here then?!”

Plagg sighed, “Pigtails...your girl...she was involved in some things...”

Damian raised his brow. Coldly, he spat, “Talk.”

~~~~~~~~~

Running on the rooftops was nothing new for Damian, but running on the roofs of Paris was something completely new for him.

Somehow the atmosphere was different from Gotham’s. Cleaner air, more beauty and lights, but somehow there was more despair in his heart...

Damian had to be strong. He’d seen death before, this one shouldnt phase him. He remembered his training from the League, block out all distractions.

Marinette was a distraction. Logically, he knew that, but it didn’t stop the stabbing in his heart, as if thinking that was wrong. Guilt.

Why was he feeling guilt?

He wished he could tear out every emotion from his body...why did it have to be like this? He felt like guilt, regret and sadness were tearing his body apart.

But at the forefront of them all...

Revenge.

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“Little kitty on a roof, all alone without his lady~”

Chat swung his legs as he sat on a roof overlooking Paris. His eyes were trained on his love’s room.

It all happened so fast.

He didn’t want to hurt her.

He hadn’t meant to hurt her.

She was supposed to be indestructible as Ladybug...why did she detransform?

Why would his lady detransform?

Was it an act of revenge?

She hated him so much she’d rather die than be with him?

Chat hummed to himself and thought, no that wasn’t it.

Did she do it because she wanted the destruction of everything? Just like him?

Was her act of destroying herself a way of telling him she was on his side? After all, he was the destruction to her creation...

Yes, that had to be it...

She wanted everything destroyed just like him because she believed in him. She believed in Chat Blanc.

If only he had the cat miraculous as well as the ladybug earrings that he’d taken off his love.

Then he could bring her back...

After all, what would his destruction matter if he didn’t have someone to share it with?

She must’ve trusted him to bring her back.

He was touched, really he was. And thinking of bringing her back to be his queen in a completely destructed world made him smile.

And laugh.

“How can you be laughing?” Hissed a voice from behind him.

Chat whipped his head around. His eyes unfeeling as he gazed upon a man in a cat costume.

He felt anger boil inside him as he realized this fake cat had stolen what was rightfully his.

“Give me that ring.”

The cat shoved his hand that had the ring into his side.

“No.”

Chat grit his teeth, “Give it to me now. She wanted me to have it. Me not you!” He snarled as he lunged for it.

“How dare you...” the cat whispered, as he drew his blade, “You don’t know what she wanted, you killed her...

“You bastard cat...” continued the poser as he brought his blade into a fighting position.

Chat brought up his finger without emotion. He would take back that ring and get his lady back no matter what.

He felt the destructive energy well up inside of him until he let it all go, unleashing a deadly beam of energy to his opponent.

The cat dodged, flipping agilely and effortlessly as he sidestepped the destruction.

Chat huffed, “Just who are you?!”

“I’m Kharaab, but you know me as Damian, don’t you...Adrien?”

“I am Chat Blanc.” He said as he aimed again.

Of course it was Damian...that nuisance had always been in the way of him and his lady. He dated her, made it impossible for Adrien to even get near her...

“I’m surprised you don’t want her alive Damian,” Chat said, “Although, you never did love her like I did...”

Damian lunged for him, his claws almost scratching Chat’s face.

Chat grabbed Damian’s hand and quickly pulled him inwards. He hissed into his ear, “You didn’t deserve her...”

Damian grit his teeth. He kneed Chat in the groin, “And you did?”

Sweeping his legs out from under him, Damian continued speaking, “You think you were entitled to her, but you never cared about her feelings. You’re the reason she’s de-“

“And I’m the reason she’ll be alive after this!” Chat screamed as he quickly aimed his fingers toward’s Damian’s face.

Damian grabbed Chat’s fingers, applying more pressure than necessary and practically breaking them.

Chat held in his pain.

“SHE’S NOT COMING BACK!” Damian hollered, “How deranged are you that you can’t see that.”

He kicked Chat in the face, still holding onto his fingers.

“I could’ve saved her,” Damian muttered to himself, “Put her into a Lazarus pit...but because of you, I had to leave her. Who knows if she’ll even be there once I’m finished with you!”

He punched Chat in the face with his other hand, taking a small amount of pleasure from the blood he saw trickle down.

“You can’t save her,” Chat grinned wildly, his bloody face making his smile all the more gruesome, “No matter how hard you try, I’m her prince, her white knight, not you. Once I take my ring back my lady and I will be reunited.”

“What nonsense are you spouting now?!” Damian growled, pushing Chat down into the concrete.

He placed his steel shoe onto Chat’s face and listened for the ever-satisfying crack.

But instead he heard Chat chuckle in a pained voice.

“So Plagg didn’t tell you...figures.” He winced as he tried pushing Damian’s shoe away, “With both the Ladybug and cat miraculous...the earrings I have and that little ring on your finger...I can bring her back.”

Chat smiled softly as he watched Damian’s bewildered expression, “With both miraculouses the user is granted one wish, why do you think Hawkmoth wanted them?”

Damian teetered between shock and anger, “Y-you’re lying.”

“Am I?” Chat whispered, “Fine then. Kill me and spend the rest of your life without her...At least I’ll be reunited with her at last.”

Damian pressed toe a bit harder onto Chat’s skull, hearing the white clad boy groan. With a sigh, Damian moved his foot off. He flipped Chat over to grab his arms.

“Where’s your akuma?”

Chat was silent. All he did was simply laugh. A laugh that turned into a loud and long cackle.

“I see you’ve bested me. Ohhhhh well!” He said in a mock sing song. Snickering, he finally looked back at Damian.

“Do me a favor would you?”

Damian cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes.

“Take the earrings in my back pocket.” Chat instructed, “Then Break my bell, the akuma is in there.

“Once you cleanse the akuma...” Chat have him a deadly grin, “Bring her back, will you?”

Wordlessly, Damian took the earrings out, if nothing else but to keep them away from Chat.

He grabbed the bell next. Just as he broke it, Chat broke out of his grasp.

“Well our time together is almost at its end. Put on those earrings, say the magic words and cleanse the akuma.” Chat’s expression went into a Cheshire grin, “And don’t forget what I told you...bring her back.”

Damian placed the earrings on himself, feeling a new transformation bond with Plagg.

He’d never felt so much power...

Chat slowly backed away, towards the edge of the roof as Damian fidgeted with his new yo-yo.

Grabbing the akuma in his new yo-yo, Damian watched as it began to re-emerge as a white butterfly.

“I can feel that this is coming to an end...” Chat said as he started swirling in black bubbles, “Well...” he whispered as he backed onto the ledge of the roof.

“Adieu.” He winked as he let himself fall off.

After hearing the crack on concrete and shrill screams from below, Damian knew...

He lowered his eyes and hung his head.

He couldn’t say he was unhappy with the cat’s death, but he couldn’t get the words out of his head. ‘Bring her back.’

He knew...he knew Chat hadn’t meant the Lazarus.

And somehow, he remembered something Chat has said earlier...about a wish.

It was possible he was lying, but...

With a shaky breath Damian called upon his power.

“I wish—“

#maribat #daminette #damianette #tw: suicide #adrien salt kinda #angst angst angsttt #daminette angst

[prismatales]

Fade

Word Count: 3.4k

Bingo slot: Vigilante AU

Pairings: Takami Keigo x Reader

Tag/Warnings: Slight violence

Synopsis: Dealing with this vigilante was almost like an endless game of tag. Hawks knew it was only a matter of time until he found out her identity. What he didn't expect was realizing she was closest than he thought. 

A new entry for @bnhabookclub's bingo event! Thank you @pixxiesdust for helping me bounce off some ideas! This one-shot's for my dear wifey @Hawks-senseis!

“Suspect’s heading your way Hawks. They’ve sustained a fair amount of injuries, should be a piece of cake for the number two hero.” The intercom died down with a wave of static. 

Sighing tiredly, Hawks kept his regular pace, flying leisurely across the dark sky cluttered with stunningly bright stars. The scenario above and the lights from the buildings dispersed all across the city, shining just as strongly as the dark sky in the middle of the night, are a scenario that he could easily consider breath-taking.

If only he wasn’t so busy chasing after this one particular villain, then he’d certainly be relaxing at the top of a building, admiring the view with a satisfied smile, allowing the soft breeze of the night to brush peacefully against his face. All while enjoying a nice, warm canned drink in the middle of this cold night. 

Maybe once this runaway criminal was finally trapped behind bars, ready to face justice, Hawks could actually manage to take that well-deserved break. And perhaps, some of his favorite yakitori would accompany that drink as well.

“Come on, where is he?” For a villain as quick on his feet as the reports mentioned, this guy was seriously taking his sweet time to show his god-damn face. Groaning impatiently, Hawks finally had enough and began flying in the direction the villain should have come from a long time ago. 

But what he witnessed in its place was more than enough to make the hero do a double-take. Not only was this villain face down on the floor, but there was also someone else standing tall above him, tying up the struggling, seething criminal, who kept swearing like a sailor as he attempted to get out of the restrains.

“What took you so long birdy?” Said person slowly turned around to face the winged hero. When their “eyes” met, Hawks couldn’t help groaning in disdain once he recognized that costume. A black sleeveless hoodie, accompanied by matching pants and military boots. But the most characteristic trait was that white kitsune mask, adorned with six stripes across the cheeks; two purple ones, and a gold one in between, a total of three marks adorning both sides of her ‘face’.

“You again? I swear this is the fourth time this week!” Hawks ran a hand all over his face out of frustration. Even with that mask on, he could feel the smug vibes around her, and he could almost swear she also gave him a sly smirk.

“You should know this by now. Vigilante work is illegal.” Eyes wandered up into the dark sky as he breathed in deeply, before exhaling slowly as he looked back down. Hawks turned his attention back at the woman standing before him with her hands on her hips, confidently angled to the side.

“And you should know by now that isn’t going to stop me. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” Jerking the rope in hand, she easily pulled the villain off the ground, dragging him in between her and the hero standing before them. “Here, Merry Christmas!” 

The villain was sent crashing down on the groaning hero, courtesy of a swift kick to the back. The near-collision was a good distraction for her. As Hawks became busy catching the delinquent, a loud “poof!” was heard, and when he looked up, there was a golden, glittery mist, and at the top of the roof, she observed him for a solid minute, before running off.

“Oh no, you won’t!” Hawks quickly pushed the stumbling criminal away from himself, and towards the arms of an upcoming sidekick that only happened to appear at exactly the same time this vigilante ran off on her own. Quickly spreading his vermilion wings wide open, Hawks took off into the sky, decided to catch this girl once and for all, so he could finally give her a piece of his mind. 

He had to admit, she was pretty fast. Once he got her on sight, she was already a good distance away from the scene, and she hadn’t even used her quirk to keep the distance with the blond. 

Looking back over her shoulder, he could almost feel that smug grin again as she kept jumping swiftly between rooftops, not losing balance for a single second as she kept dashing with an elegant and balanced step. 

Finally, Hawks eventually caught up and landed in front of her with a soft thump as his feet touched hard surface below, wings raised high in the air folded into themselves before settling down on his back. Hawks smiled at her nonchalantly as both of them stayed still, looking at each other for a solid minute before he coughed in his hand to break the silence.

“You do realize this is illegal behavior? don’t you, Fade?” 

“Fade” just tilted her head, feigning innocence while staring at the hero before her. She may be wearing a disguise to hide her identity, but even with it, Hawks just knew she was giving him a teasing smile underneath that mask.

“Oh? Is that so? What are you gonna do about it, pretty bird? Handcuff me?” She places her hand closer by the wrists, presenting them before the hero, it was a taunt, a challenging for him to arrest her at once, and for a second, he was tempted to clap those wrists in between the metallic restrains. “First you’re gonna have to catch me!” 

Fade’s body started giving out the same sparkly smoke from before, just to be interrupted as a hand wrapped itself firmly around her wrist, snapping her out from focus, and preventing her from teleporting away from the hero.

“I just did. Now, you have to report everything to the police and who knows? Maybe they’ll let you off the hook easily, maybe they won’t.” But Fade wasn’t fazed in the slightest by his statement or even bothered moving from the spot. “As much as I appreciate your help back there. I’m gonna have to turn you in for illegal hero activity.” 

His hand reached out for her mask. The idea of seeing her face for the first time after dealing with her intervenience for months now was so enthralling, that he completely missed it when something hit him on his side with force, knocking his breath away for just enough time for Fade to quickly escape from the hero’s grasp. 

“For one of the fastest heroes out there, that sure was a slow reaction!” Her teasing laughter echoed through their surroundings like that of the Cheshire cat itself as she held a retractile staff in hand. Fade began walking backward with a bounce on her steps before a golden, glittery mass spread around her figure before teleporting her away from the scene much to Hawk’s frustration. He was so close this time!

“Shit, she’s good.” 

Feathers fluttered wildly around in the air out of pain and pent-up frustration. This was the first time he managed to get this close since the very first time they met. He glared irritatedly at the spot where Fade once stood before him with a confident stance.

The chance to look for Fade disappeared just as fast when the shrill sound of his transmitter went off inside his ear. The voice of the sidekick who had taken the villain off his hands could be heard through the other side, as they gave the hero a status report.

Disappointed, he opted to call it a day before heading back home. Next time he ran into Fade it would definitely end with her caught. But right now, his body begged for some well-needed rest that unfortunately couldn’t be provided just yet, remembering the piles of pending paperwork, waiting patiently at his desk back at the agency, Hawks sighed tiredly before heading back to the office. Today would end up being one of those nights he’d spend sleeping on the couch even though he was single...

“So much for a nice, quiet night…” 

The next day was followed by clear skies, engulfing everything around with a pleasant warmth. At least this was something Hawks could enjoy with tranquility as he walked to one of his favorite restaurants in town, mouth-watering at the idea of having one of his favorite meals and one of the house specials. 

As soon as he stepped inside the small building packed with people, a cheerful chorus welcomed the hero inside. Every employee and customer inside greeted the hero eagerly, excited to see one of the top heroes coming for one of his favorite dishes and his usual meal at that small, but enjoyable local that greeted everyone inside with their tender, family-friendly environment.

After chatting with some of the staff and fans, Hawks quickly strolled towards his usual spot and took a seat, staring outside through the crystal walls separating everyone inside from the outside. Not only did This little restaurant had some of the best food, but it also had some of the best views he could ask for, the perfect spot to relax as he watched people passing by and at the same time he kept an eye open for any villain activity.

He may be on break, but you never know when a hero is needed, right?

The soft clank on the table catches his attention and he smiles knowing just who is beside the clothed table, serving a glass of cold water with a sweet smile on her face.

“Is nice to see you again Hawks!” You welcomed him happily before pulling out the small notepad from a pocket at the side of the uniform’s small apron, next was a pen that spun gracefully in between your fingers before its inky tip was pressed over the smooth, blank paper. “Let me guess, having the usual again, am I right?” 

The hero just leaned on his hand with a chuckle “You know me too well, don’t you, y/n?” He observed you, quickly writing down his order without having to ask twice for anything else. sides? something extra? You already knew his order like the back of your hand.

Speaking of hands….

If there was something Hawks as good at was being observant, as he noticed the bandage carefully wrapped around the girl’s wrist and the slight, almost unnoticeable wince she gave every now and then as she had to move her hand in a way that put pressure on the joint.  

“Aaaalright! The house’s special coming up hot! Same drink, as usual, right?” He nodded in response. Despite the discomfort from the small injury, you kept serving the hero with nothing but a cheerful smile and attitude of literal sunshine that always left the hero entranced.

A few minutes later, he saw you coming back with a steaming plate of fried chicken, but not just any fried chicken. This restaurant was well-known for its secret seasoning they used to marinate most of their dishes. Not only that, but it was also covered with this rich, homemade spicy sauce that left everyone on cloud nine after the first bite, and even those who weren’t fans of spicy food ended up obsessed with its peculiar flavor.

“Here you go Mrs. Hero! The house special with a side of fries, enjoy your meal!” As soon as the plate was placed down, one of his hands grabbed yours. His slender fingers traced the outline of the bandage with a soft caress that sent shivers down your spine.

“What happened to your hand, y/n? Is not what I think it is, right?” He asked, voice full of concern as you began stuttering.

“I-it’s nothing, I just tripped back home and landed on my wrist, don’t worry about it, Hawks!” You reassured the blond, pulling your hand back from his grasp before heading back to get his drink. 

His gaze followed after you for a while. For a second he thought it had something to do with an abusive partner until he remembered you mentioning being single. How did he ever forget that when the two of you have been throwing mixed signals at each other for months now? He could still remember the first time your eyes met when he came to check the place out for the very first time and how much of a mess you were, after all, it was your first day of work.

So for the time being Hawks just let it slip with some hesitation, eventually he stopped worrying so much before taking a small bite of his chicken and groaning with gusto by that mouth-watering flavor of the sauce, the food in this place was really out of this world.

If he hadn’t been so busy with his food, Hawks would have noticed the cautious look you sent him from the other side of the local, waiting for another customer to order.

A few weeks later…

Once again, Hawks was busy flying through the skies as he patrolled the city at late hours of the night. The way the building’s lights illuminated their surroundings was a sight to remember when you had the chance to see them high up in the sky. 

For once, it appeared that he was finally gonna have the chance to enjoy the scenario without a single disturbance. That is until he sees someone sitting at the edge of a rooftop, who seemingly had the same idea as him as they leaned back looking at the vast, dark sky.

That’s when he caught sight of that all too familiar mask. The mere sight was enough to make him groan internally, knowing that whenever Fade was around, the night would be anything but calm…. But then he thought, maybe this time he’d finally get the chance to find out just who was hiding underneath that mask.

Quickly, he landed a few feet behind the masked hero and tried to get close enough. But instantly she leaned forward, letting herself fall off the building before disappearing into a golden burst. surprised, Hawks strolled all the way to the edge and looked down, just to see nothing but that unique mist.

A foot quickly shoved him from behind, followed by that peculiar laughter as he struggled to regain balance for a second, completely caught off guard by the vigilante’s antics before his wings began thrashing wildly in a desperate attempt to help him regain balance. And once the hero finally was back on his normal stance, he turned back to give the cackling girl gripping the sides of her stomach a small glare.

“ahahaha! The look on your face!” She wiped away an imaginary tear, or maybe she was actually tearing up, Hawks couldn’t tell with that cursed mask “Should’ve brought my camera, that look was gold!” 

Fade’s shoulder kept trembling the more time she spent laughing at the winged, who’s only response consisted of a bashful glare in her direction.

“Oh come on birdy, don’t give me that look.” Fade walked up to him, hands placed confidently over her hips as she leaned forwards, face tilted up slightly to be face to face with the hero. “For someone who enjoys teasing others non-stop, you’re too easy to rile up y’know?” 

She quickly jerked her body back to dodge the hand that aimed for the mask, narrowly missing those leather gloves, which barely grazed that intricate piece of wood that did such a good job when it came to hiding her identity from both the heroes and the public.

“Geez, so forward! Buy me some dinner first!” She sassed, walking backwards again, with a turn on her heels Fade turned her back on the blond and began running away. The sound of wings fluttering swiftly pulled the corners of her hidden lips into a smirk when she literally felt as the hero quickly followed after her.

But if there was something Fade was just as good as Hawks, was at speed. Inhaling deeply, her body became surrounded into golden energy before she rapidly began teleporting from building to building, a special movement that focused on distracting her foes. 

Her little trick managed to confuse Hawks only for a moment, quickly he used some stray feathers in order to pinpoint her next location with the aid of their ability to detect vibrations. The feathers managed to feel a small trembling in the spot where she was meant to appear next and Hawks quickly moved in position.

Just as predicted, that golden burst appeared all of sudden and this time Fade nearly crashed into the hero standing in her way, had it not been for her quickly maneuver, placing her hands on the hero’s shoulder to propel herself high in the air, nearly sending Hawks crashing down on the floor.

“Getting slow, aren’t you birdy?” She mocked him, still in the air while he growled in frustration “Maybe you should tone it down on that spicy chicken and extra fries!”

…Wait a second…

He quickly turned around with eyes widened in realization, that sentence was like the missing piece he was looking for “What did you just say?” 

The realization hit Fade like a slap to the face, her body became tense once she realized what she told him. Just that little bit of information was more than enough for Hawks to know her identity once and for all. After all, he was no idiot, he just pretended to be.

“You idiot…!” She whispered to herself before attempting to teleport once again, but this time Hawks was ready. In the blink of an eye he had already caught up to her, when she teleported again the stray feathers were already doing their job looking for her next location, the chase quickly turned to Hawk’s favor when it became obvious just how nervous Fade had become.

There was one thing he just didn’t get...Why was someone like you doing as a vigilante? After getting to know you for months now, it was so hard to understand for him. But right now his main focus was to catch you. He knew the police would go easy on you, the only reason he said those words last time was that he was irked with Fade- well, you to be exact….

In the midst of his distraction, he barely noticed when you crashed into each other with force, knocking the both of you off balance before falling off the rooftop in a tangled mass of limbs. His protective instincts kicked in as he quickly turned around mid-air, pulling your startled body into his chest out of reflex. Somehow a part of your jacket had become tangled into his wings, preventing them from moving around to stop the fall…

It seemed luck was on their side when they fell into an empty alleyway. The trash bags littering the floor helping to cushion their fall, but they couldn’t help when Hawk's breath was knocked away by the impact on his back, as well as your weight landing harshly on top of him. 

“You ok?” He couldn’t help asking, more worried about the girl in his arms than his own well-being. Hawks sighed with relief when you slowly lifted yourself up with a small, pained groan before looking at him, feeling slightly awkward once the realization hit in, that you were sitting on top of the winged hero.

He received no vocal answer, but rather a physical one as your hand grabbed the lower part of the mask to lift it off your face for a small moment, then swiftly you leaned down to plant a deep kiss over the male’s soft lips. 

The gesture caught him off guard at such point, that for a minute Hawks forgot how to breathe. Eyes wide in surprise and body going stiff as all he could concentrate on was your soft lips moving against his own. 

But before he had the chance to kiss back, you had already shoved him away by the shoulder with a devilish smile back in that sweet, flushed face as you slowly licked your lips teasingly.

“This isn’t over Birdy...See you around~” 

You vanished from view in a flash, leaving behind a sparkling, golden cloud. As well as a stupefied hero laying into a pile of trash bags who only draped his arm over his face.

He would definitely need to have a chat with you the next time he went to the restaurant.

#bnhabookclub #mha imagine #bnha imagine #bnha hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines

[aalissy]

Cosplay

Day 22 is doneeee!! And it’s finally a full identity reveal haha. I hope you guys liked this lil chapter <3. Now I need to find another way to stay up for the episode later tonight haha. Feel free to rant with me about it if you’re also up :)

AO3

“Hello there, my purrince.” Marinette purred as soon as he poked his head down her trapdoor. Chat’s mouth fell wide open once he saw her and he tumbled ungracefully down onto her bed. Her cute giggle filled his ears and he immediately sat straight up, unable to keep his eyes from roving up and down her outfit.

She was in a costume that looked almost exactly like his. The only main difference was that her accents were blue, matching with the deep, sapphire blue of her eyes. Her hair was also different, wrapped up in a braid instead of her usual pigtails. His heart thumped loudly in his chest as he attempted to give her a weak smile, feeling slightly woozy. 

A smirk lit up Marinette’s face as she gazed up at him with a look of pure mischief. “Are you checking meowt, kitty?”

Instantly, Chat cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged a light pink. Trying to shake off his embarrassment, he slid his own Cheshire cat smile onto his face, making his way down her ladder to stand next to her. He then bowed, swiping her hand up in his as he brushed a gentle kiss on it. “I was indeed my purrincess. You look pawsitively furtastic tonight.”

Marinette giggled even as a blush spread across her face. She snatched her hand back quickly, though, pushing his nose away as a brush of familiarity swept through him. Where had he experienced that before? Blinking as he tried to recall an old memory, he almost missed her speech.

“Thank you, my purrince. I made it for a convention I’m going to later. I’m glad you like it.” She beamed at him, causing his heart to flutter in his chest.

Chat shook his head once quickly, trying to brush away the odd feeling. Focusing on her words, he gave her a proud smile. “You made that yourself? Marinette, it’s pawsitively amazing. And, I must say, you play the part purrfectly. Where were you hiding all these puns?” He shot her a quick wink. 

“What can I say... I learned from the best,” Marinette said, leaning in to flick his bell as her smirk widened. 

He gulped quietly, his eyes glancing down to stare at her lips once unthinkingly. It would be so easy to just... No, what was he thinking!? Marinette was one of his best friends. He couldn’t be thinking about her like that. It must be because of the costume. She was acting a little too much like Ladynoire. Hang on...

A small frown furrowed between his brows as he stared down at her. After a few moments of silence, her smirk froze on her face and she tilted her head at him in confusion. “Kitty, is something wrong? You look worried.”

Chat’s frown deepened as that brush of familiarity hit him once again. It felt like he was on the verge of making a giant discovery but he just couldn’t connect the final dots. After a few more moments of awkward silence, he shook his head once forcefully. Giving her a small smile, he said, “Sorry, purrincess... I got lost in thought for a bit there.”

Marinette threw her head back in a laugh before she nudged his shoulder lightly. “Got a little distracted by my costume then, huh, my purrince?”

She really needed to stop calling him that. Especially with how familiar the nickname seemed to be coming from her lips. Trying to calm his once again racing heartbeat, Chat answered, “Purrhaps I did. It does look rather amazing on you after all.”

She flushed again before giving him a proud smile, flicking her hair as she preened in front of him. “I must admit I like being Chat Noir. I wonder if I’d be able to cataclysm as well as you too.”

Once again he frowned, watching the braid swing behind her lightly. It was all so familiar. The words. The puns. The hair. The outfit. Could it really be true...?

Shifting lightly, Chat eventually murmured, “I think you’d be pawsitively brilliant at everything, M’Ladynoire.”

He stiffened once briefly as he searched her eyes for some sign of familiarity. If she didn’t respond, he’d just laugh it off and race home an embarrassed mess. But... if it was true, he’d have a hard time ever letting her go again.

Marinette simply giggled, tapping his nose playfully as she said, “How sweet of you, Bugaboy.”

They both seemed to recognize what exactly she just said at the same time, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets. Immediately, Marinette tried to backtrack, waving her hands in the air as she rushed out, “I-I mean, my purrince. Bugaboy doesn’t make any sense because, well, you’re a cat... not a bug.” She chuckled nervously, tapping her index fingers together as her gaze refused to land on him. 

Meanwhile, Chat was over the moon. He was right all along. Marinette and his lady were one and the same. There was just one problem... how on earth was he meant to woo her now? If Ladybug was out of his league, then Marinette was even more so. But now wasn’t the time to think about that. His lady was waiting for him to say something.

Unable to stop the wide smile from stretching across his face, Chat said, “Can’t I be your purrince and your Bugaboy at the same time. After all, they are both me, right m’lady?”

Marinette clenched her eyes shut once before burying her head in her hands. “This cosplay was silly anyway. I never should have dressed up as you. You know we’re not supposed to know who the other is.”

“Hey, hey,” he immediately reached out, pulling her hands away from her face as he squeezed them gently. “This isn’t your fault, all right? We were bound to figure it out at some point. Besides, now that you’re the guardian you should have someone you trust to watch your back.”

Her gaze softened before she slowly nodded her head. “Thanks, mon Chaton.”

Chat’s heart tripped in his chest as butterflies roared to life in his stomach. Giving her a small smile, he then nodded down at his ring. “Would you like to know...?”

Marinette’s mouth fell open as she recognized what he was asking. Then she snapped it closed, gnawing on her lower lip as she gazed up at him. “I-I really shouldn’t...”

“You can trust me,” he squeezed her hands again. “Purromise. I’ll make certain that nothing bad happens, Marinette.”

After a few moments where he eagerly awaited her response, she eventually nodded her head. “Alright, kitty, I trust you. And, it’s only fair if we both know who the other is.”

Sucking in a deep breath of courage, Chat called off his transformation, “Plagg, claws in.”

In a flash of green light, he stood before her as Adrien, their fingers still entwined together. Giving her a shy, crooked smile, he asked, “Is this okay?”

Marinette gasped, yanking one of her hands from his grasp to slap it onto her agape mouth. He was stunned into silence and, after what seemed like hours, she eventually pointed a shaky finger at him. “Y-you can’t be...”

Wincing slightly at her reaction, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I-I’m sorry, Mar-”

Before he could finish his next words, she had already wrapped him up in a tight hug. She squeezed him to her almost desperately and Adrien instantly found himself holding onto her just as tightly. 

He then just barely managed to catch her murmur into his shoulder, “So much... so much makes sense now.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, looking down at the top of her head fondly. “I feel the same.”

Marinette pulled back to send him a bright beam as she spoke happily, “I love you too, kitty. I’m sorry it took me so long but I was so distracted by-”

This time, he cut her off. Except he did it by crashing their lips together. Shivers racing down his spine at her confession of love. Could he really be this lucky? Marinette squeaked once lightly before sinking into his embrace, running her fingers through his hair as Adrien deepened their kiss. He really was lucky. He had managed to find his lady and somehow woo her all at the same time. Everything was just perfect.

#marichatmay2021 #marichat #marichatmay #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #identity reveal #reveal #ml #mlb #marichat reveal

[cristalknife]

Kadam Week 2021 Day 1 ~ Do You Want To Be A Pirate?

So this is me trying to not start something on a platform only to post solely somewhere else aka AO3 and ff.net  you can find the complete list of Kadam Week 2021 prompts and you might find more stories on the Kadam Week 2021 AO3 collection

That said, the fist prompt was Puzzles and Games. And what represents better both than a treasure hunt? So here we go, I present to you Do You Want To Be A Pirate?

All the student body was abuzz, the annual treasure hunt was to be announced soon, it was always a great event. Mainly because the winner of the event earned a full booklet of backstage passes. Sixteen of them, completely blank to be used at the winner discretion during the current theatre season.

No limits were imposed on how the passes were to be used, be in a single show with a large group or even touring all the shows solo. The catch was that if multiple shows were to be watched by a group of two people up, the winner had to be there for each show.

Those booklets were the courtesy of Alumni working in the field. And to be honest it was a fun event for the faculty as well to create the set of riddles and clues needed to reach the destination.

It was supposed to be a moment of fun,  but at the same time given the kind of prize, it was not meant to be effortless.

However to the faculty disappointment, the individuals only rule with no cooperation allowed present in the previous editions, resulted in no winners for the past couple of years.

After consulting the sponsor, it was decided that for this year students could sign up as pairs.

But if the students decided to sign up as pair, then both the winners would have to be present each time they were to use the passes.

And apparently that wasn’t a condition that some were comfortable with, while others like Kurt were actually overjoyed.

Once he heard of the treasure hunt, he went out searching for Adam, barely containing his elation and desire to share the news.

Upon finding his boyfriend, Kurt was barely able to contain his excitement and he launched himself into Adam's arm sure he'd be caught.

Adam grinned and kissed Kurt back, holding him securely before saying "Hellu Love, what got you so excited?"

Kurt chuckled and as soon as his feet touched the floor once more he raised the flier and pointed to the fine prints "They mentioned a change in the rules and on this year’s event people can sign up as pairs. The catch is that both need to be present when using the passes, so you're game signing up with me?"

Adam raised an eyebrow curious before reading the flier aloud "The Annual Treasure Hunt? Is that what got you so excited? Except for my freshman year, I don't recall any of those events actually ever having winners"

Erika came up from the side and quipped "Three years ago was the last time someone won, but it was again one of the last seniors graduating. After that batch left, no one ever figured out the clues, I'm surprised the faculty still does it"

Kurt shrugged "Well the prize makes very much sense for the school, I mean blank passes for the backstage of current productions? That sounds interesting, and sixteen of them would actually mean we could all go together as a group and still have two spares for the winning team to get another show, or split between two productions..."

Kurt speech had most of the Apples smiling and send to their favourite freshie an adoring look.

Adam still amazed by his boyfriend asked softly "So you suggest a common effort and register more than one team, and then Apples parties at my place, where we could all chill out and talk about our days?"

JJ quipped up "Only if that involved baked goods from both our favourite bakers, because Adam ma man, I love your cookies but gimme Kurt's  casserole and salty cupcakes any time, and I could even fight you off and offer my hand in marriage for having those every day"

Kurt snorted and swatted away playfully JJ's offered hand "You are not even remotely bi-curious, If I wanted to live with an overgrown kid who'd stay with me for my cooking I'd simply invite my brother to move in with me"

Everyone around chuckled at that and JJ pouted mockingly offended "Are you insinuating I'm not man enough for you?"

Adam then stepped in smirking "More like implying that all the main male leads in his life are already cast, and you dear friend can only be the occasional torn in our butt, one that comes every now and then to offer his company in exchange for delicious food..."

Grinning like a cheshire cat JJ quipped back "Well we all know that the good ones are all gay, unavailable or happily being both together"

Everyone broke down in giggles and with resolute nods each claimed a partner. The divide and conquer idea Kurt had was very intriguing, and the thought of getting the upper hand on an event that even the Perks couldn't get their way by popularity alone, or that no one else won for the past couple of years had its allure…

Especially given the mixed composition of techies and performers in their group.

Seeing Kurt smiling radiantly was something each member of the Apples enjoyed and cherished.

Especially since the big fallout, or as it was known amongst them, the great purge of the toxic influx in Kurt's life.

Also known as the day when Miss fallen out Diva Berry left the loft in a huff and Kurt and his roommate Santana took the storming out literally and changed the key of the padlock.

Sending all of Berry’s stuff back to the temporary storage place two blocks away from bushwick, with a 3 days grace period and a week paid with Berry's part of the deposit.

Kurt himself was just very happy to be surrounded by friends who supported him as much as he supported them.

Being with Adam and being friends with all the members of the Adam's Apples, had given him a perspective he never knew he desperately needed, and it also lowered his tolerance for taking crap by those who were supposed to be on his side.

Kurt was not secretly very excited by the prospect of looking forward to something in his life that could be just fun and despite being officially a competition. He was still able to live it as an adventure, to be shared with his boyfriend and all their friends as well.

As they walked away from the registration boot and reading the first clue ‘Every adventure needs a captain to sail for the treasure island’

Kurt giggle when Adam playfully whispered in his ear "Aye aye captain let's get our sea legs on"

Kurt nodded and they made it to the costume department through the back corridors, not wanting to tip off the other not Apples participants, while their friends instead received simply a gentle reminded in their text chat, that all hearties were to meet at rehearsal later in the week same place same time.

Indeed their guess was correct when they found the next clue stating ‘Never forget those who came before you’

Kurt and Adam took the chance to grab a quick lunch as they discussed the clue. Adam was the first one to attempt to solve it "If we are thinking about the school that would send us to the hall of fame"

Kurt nodded slowly but tapped his finger against his lips "But what if it's a more general outlook? We are learning to get into an industry that broadens beyond the limits of the school and its social circles, even if those are still important"

Adam hummed softly mulling over it "So you're suggesting more like the library?"

Kurt nodded "I'm just unsure whether we are supposed to search in the history section itself or go more for the history of Broadway and theatre section"

Adam nodded slowly "there's no rule about not searching blindly both"

Kurt chuckled and nodded as well, after finishing his cup he raised an eyebrow in silent question and received a simple nod in response.

Once in the library, Adam was the one to take over the history of Broadway and the theatre section while Kurt went through the History books.

It took a while but finally Adam was successful and found a piece of plasticised parchment with what appeared half of the final clue.

The mention of a second half made him frown, but with nothing else to be found there, he simply took a picture of it with his phone.

He then placed the clue back inside the book and the book back on the shelf before going to find Kurt, hoping his got lucky and found the second half.

"Did you get anything?"

Kurt shook his head a little put off "No absolutely nothing, you?"

Adam nodded "Yeah I found something but it's only half of the final clue"

Kurt frowned confused "Guess it's time to start some baking then hmmm?"

Adam smiled and leaned forward to give Kurt a small peck on his cheek trying to stop the frowning "We could do directly at my place and then make an evening out of it"

The offer, as Adam hoped, brought a smile on Kurt's face as he replied coyly "I'd love that, are you offering just the evening or it could turn into a sleepover"

Adam grinned and moved so that he could kiss those cheeky lips, when he was almost where he wanted to be, he breathed quickly "We'll swing by the loft if there's something you absolutely need for tomorrow classes"

He then proceeded to thoroughly kiss his boyfriend.

After classes ended for the day, Kurt sent a message to their chat group informing everyone that it was baking time in the afternoon

Adam raised an eyebrow curiously at the message and Kurt shrugged stating simply "That way we can be sure basically everyone will show up with something to contribute, just before or around dinner time, and then the meeting will become a movie night"

Adam snorted because indeed knowing their friends that was what would most likely happen, "It wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I offered to make an evening out of it darling"

Kurt grinned, mischief gleaming clearly in his eyes "That's why I raised your offer to a sleepover instead..."

And true to Kurt's expectations, that evening all the Apples who didn't have to work, appeared at Adam's doorstep with offerings for the shared evening meal.

Of course those who had worked demanded a do-over with double baked goodies of their faves as personal share...

Once everyone was seated around, Paul, who paired up with JJ for the treasure hunt, asked "How was your hunt we've only found half of the final clue"

Kurt wrinkled his nose "we reached only half of the final clue as well care to see if we've all found the same half or if we lucked out?"

Adam took off his phone and started to read aloud "Congratulation adventurers, you're holding half of the treasure map holding the clue for the final answer you will have to give to someone to receive your treasure, think back on the steps you took to find this and then go and find the last missing piece"

JJ jumped up from his seat exclaiming excitedly "Yes we've got both!"

Paul shook his head smiling and took off his own phone reading "Congratulation adventurers, you're holding half of the treasure map holding the clue to figure out who is the officer that you'll need to impress with the answer that you still need to find to receive your treasure, think back on the steps you took to find this and then go and find the last missing piece"

Everyone was suddenly buzzing with unrestrained excitement when Kurt asked pragmatically "So how are we going to tackle this? Reading both clues together and then split between them or focusing the attention on a single one?"

Adam suggested swiftly "We could actually read them both and then see how to tackle the easier one first"

When everyone nodded Paul continued reading their clue "You might go to Central Park Or catch a show on Broadway...  Where in the world would you be to get to these by subway? Twice... I mean the answer is New York clearly but how does that help us identify who to give our final answer to?"

General groaning raised from around the room when Erika cut in "Adam what is your clue?"

Adam complied and read it for everyone perusal "What show is next in this pattern: A Chorus Line, Into the Woods, Bat Boy, Pacific Overtures, Little Women, Damn Yankees, Camelot, The Pajama Game, Children of Eden. As a hint, there is more than one show that correctly works, but one show fits more ‘perfectly’ than any others.”

Adam raised his phone to let everyone seeing the picture and commented

“As a side note there's only one blank line but its length doesn't seem indicative as it was formatted to look good rather than give a hint on the last name, or at least that’s what it looks like to me"

And everyone had to nod at that consideration at that point Chris' groan was the loudest "I don't get yall, neither of those is any more clear than mat moss paint..."

Kurt sniggered but offered a plate with Chris' favourite cookies on it "It's ok, we can work it out together so any ideas?"

Matt who had been quiet this far asked Kurt speculatively "You already have an idea for at least one of them don't you?"

Kurt looked taken aback and blushed getting himself busy with the food "Nothing solid.."

At that point Adam walked behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist as he pressed himself against his boyfriend "It's ok Love, you don't have to be right to speak your mind, we are here brainstorming there's no judging with us"

JJ quipped teasingly "I mean we'll obviously judge and tease you till the end of times for getting flustered the first time we took you out for blow jobs, but for this… I mean you're all going to hearing the suggestion my gorilla brain comes up with"

Chris snorted and quipped teasingly "Given what gets spawned out of your mouth I thought you would have said instead that yours is like a pig’s brain."

Matt joined in to the teasing, shaking his head as he grinned salaciously and wiggling his eyebrows "Nah a pig's brain is too big we are talking mouse if everything is in proportion."

Kurt coughed at the double meaning implied in that sentence, he feared JJ would take it badly. But he was once again surprised when JJ put theatrically one hand on his cheek, the other on his chest clearly mimicking a delightful surprise "Oh Matt, my darling why didn't you said that before… All this time you were checking me out  because you wanted some of my sweet sweet love, comma hear lemme give ya some sugar baby"

Everyone erupted in laugher and Matt maturely threw his napkin aiming for JJ's face "You wish man, you wish"

JJ pouted "Harsh dude, harsh, you could have at least throw your cupcake with the napkin"

Kurt sent a levelled glare to both boys "If anyone dares to throw our delicious baked food not only they will stay for the cleanup, but they will be banned to get more baked goodies for the next month"

A single "Ouch" escaped Matt's lips before he silenced himself and raised his arms in surrender.

Paul swatted the back of JJ's head "Don't upset daddy, or I'm so going to gag you next time we are all in the same room to prevent that from happening, I rather enjoy our baked goodies"

Erika quipped at Paul "Which is why you shouldn't save JJ from himself, let him dig his own grave, more goodies for us... Kurt had not said anything about lowering the amount of baked goodies, only put a ban on who can access them"

Chris chuckled and offered their fist to Erika, as they said grinning "Well said girl well said"

Erika smiled brilliantly and bumped the fist and then both made an explosion motion as they both retreated their arms.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at being addressed as daddy, but  Adam just held him a little closer and mouthed later.

So Kurt took the handle of the situation and started sharing his idea hoping for the current teasing to come to a natural rest "well I was thinking on Paul and JJ's clue... What if we need to take that final twice literally? As in the correct answer is New York, New York"

Erika's eyes shone brighter "Like the Scorsese's movie?"

Kurt nodded "Yes that's also the name of the most known song from that movie, so New York New York could be the solution"

Paul pondered and then said "Well if we are talking about a movie would that mean that we are to talk with the dean of the drama department?"

Kurt bit his lips and then he continued explaining his thoughts "I was thinking more about the fact it might refer to the song, which then in turn would make Madam T be the one to speak with, given that she's the dean of vocal performance. And with the movie being also a musical maybe the singing component is more pronounced and would lead to her instead of Mr Keller?"

Adam then said serenely "Once we figure out the answer we could even decide to split and each team going to both of them with the solution."

Murmurs of agreement run through the room until Matt stated "So now we just have to figure out what that list of musicals have in common?"

JJ scratched his head before raising and grabbing few more cupcakes to munch on "Do you think that the fact they cross two centuries means anything?"

Chris promptly opened Adam's computer and pulled up the wikipedia pages of all the listed musicals before shaking their head "Nope they are not in chronological order so it’s not that"

Paul then quipped "And that wouldn't make any sense, the additional hint says that there's only one answer that would fit perfectly... it's not like there's only one new musical coming out every single year"

Erika asked then "I am not familiar with all the titles but are they really all musicals?"

Adam answered "Yeah all of those listed are musicals, so maybe we need to check on the songs?"

Matt then wondered aloud "What if it's something all the songs have? Maybe there's a matching title or a recurring theme?"

Kurt took out his phone and looked around and said "well there's seven of us and nine titles maybe we could each open the list and check them side by side?"

JJ grinned and took out his phone as well "That's a great idea"

Kurt started listing all the songs of chorus line, Matt went on with the ones from into the woods,  JJ giggled like a maniac as he read the bat boy's list. Paul read on the Pacific Overtures and Erika listed the ones from Little Women.

When Adam, who was reading from the Damn Yankees, reached the song titled Six months, Chris exclaimed excited while raising a finger silently asking for a moment "Holy moley I think we got something going here"

Everyone turned, waiting for more explanation that Chris promptly provided "Each of those musicals has a song with a number in their titles" and then they pointed to Kurt who quickly caught up and said "One" and then each proceeded in order Matt said "It takes two", JJ said excited "Three Bedroom House "

Paul grinned starting to see the path as he said "Four Black Dragons"

Erika was grinning madly as she said "Five forever"

Then JJ still super hyped by having discovered the key to decode the clue he asked Chris "So what are the others?"

Chris smirked and started prattling "In Camelot we have ‘The Seven Deadly Virtues’, The Pajama Game has a song called  ‘7½ Cents’ while the Children of Eden has ‘A Piece of Eight’”

Kurt hummed softly and considered aloud "So we have nine musicals mentioned but the last number is eight... What if they had already given us the answer and it's literally Nine?"

Adam whistled impressed "That actually makes so much sense..."

Paul groaned "And if you explain it like that it seems so obvious too"

Erika shrugged "All riddles once explained make so much sense that you usually feel stupid for not reasoning it out before... That's why they are considered brain teasers"

Chris who in the meantime checked out Kurt's suggestion finally quipped triumphantly "That's it guys, we have a winner the answer is indeed Nine, which has a song called guess what?”

Chuckling everyone said at once “Nine"

JJ then scratched his head and then asked "So now we are only unsure on who we need to tell our answer to?"

Paul quipped happily “Me says Adam and Kurt follow Kurt’s reasoning, we follow ours, that way if our suspicion is correct and Kurt is right it’ll be them and not us having a private date… No offence man but I’d really prefer not having my girlfriend gutting me for going out on a date with you”

JJ snorted before sounding almost genuinely upset “Harsh man, harsh”

Paul patted JJ shoulder when Kurt asked confused “But what about the others?”

Matt answered smiling “Kurt you four are the only ones who got to the final clue, I personally wouldn’t like to try to get the prize knowing I barely got to the second one.”

Chris and Erika nodded as well confirming they felt the same way.

Kurt felt relieved that he wasn’t taking advantage of his friends. With everything sorted out, everyone else left leaving just Kurt and Adam alone.

After they settled down Kurt turned to Adam, with a questioning look on his face before asking “Is now later? Do I get to know what the daddy comment was about?”

Adam chuckled softly “Nothing bad Love, I can assure you that, you know that I’m considered the mother hen of the group right?”

Kurt hummed softly nodding as he snuggled closer to Adam who then continued “And well you’re too sweet and kind to all the Apples to be considered a father, but still we are together and we both tend to take care of them so…”

Kurt chuckled and finished shaking his head “So I’m daddy… Not sure how to feel about having so many kids that are all older than me”

They both sniggered at that.

The next day, when they went talking with Madam Tibideaux, they discovered that indeed Kurt’s reasoning was correct, and they got out of her office with the prize and matching grins. ~The End~

#kadam week 2021 #kadam fic #kadam #glee #glee prompts filling #my kadam fic #my glee fic #treasure hunting #riddles #long post #it's a fic what did you expect #my writing is not suited for tumblr #~3.8K words of story #I tried my best formatting it #vcg73

[miraculous-rewrite]

Miraculous Rewrite- Full Disclosure (a Dark Owl Overhaul)

Gabe you don fucked up

We open in the middle of a fight scene. Feathers darting every direction and spearing into the ground like needles, a mocking near playful ‘hoot’ of an owl coming in whenever a feather met a person, mostly civilians, the feathers multiplying and wrapping around them until near consumption. Most civilians are laying in the nearby battleground surrounded and restrained by feathers. 

One can barely see the tail of a magenta ponytail from one of the lumps, assumedly Cheshire. 

Chat Noir and Ladybug are back to back, dodging the flurry and batting it away. 

“Why did it have to be fea-he-he…” Chat Noir sneezes and merely gets hit with a feather arrow.

“Keep your wits Kitty, Rena should be around with reinforcements soon.”

Sure enough the tune of a flute rings out, and with a cry of ‘Mirage!’ a dark figure approaches, a deep masculine voice booming “That’s quite enough!” The flurry of feathers stops, revealing someone in a full uniform, those who have seen the New York Special will know this figure as Knightowl.

“Oh! How wonderful! Mr. Knightowl, i’m your biggest fan!” the Akuma, now seen as another man in an owl-like costume descends. “Ever since I was a boy I've been inspired by your resolute determination!”

Ladybug smirks up at the nearby rooftop, and sure enough Rena Rogue is chilling on the ledge, shooting her a thumbs up. 

We don’t see how the fight ends, but assumedly, with the owl based Akuma distracted the day was won, as Ladybug throws out a pair of knitting needles and casts Miraculous Ladybug. 

Chat Noir looks around when the ladybugs fade and the Owl based Akuma is revealed to be M. Damocles. “Hey uh…. Anyone know who got stabbed with the Fan spoke? Because I can’t find them and uh…” he points upward, a giant crow roosting in the rooftops, unseen until now for comedic purposes is revealed. “I think I should probably get rid of that.”

Insert opening credits here

We return to the now de-transformed heroes, Adrien may be sneezing a bit, and Alya’s patting him on the back with a small laugh as Chloe rummages around in her purse for emergency allergy medicine.

“This is bullshit! Miraculous Ladybug was CAST, why am I still- A-CHOO” Adrien’s head rocks so hard he slams it into the table before them. “Bullshit.”

“Don’t give yourself a concussion before I can find the damn- Ah!” Choe chirps and produces a small bottle of antihistamines. “Here we are.” Adiren happily accepts them and downs a few pills.  “Any updates?” she turns to Alya.

“Uh, yeah. Looks like Luka just got sworn in. Kagami and Marinette as witnesses.”

Sure enough the three of their phones are pinged at once into the Order of Miracles Chat.

Bugaboo has added HissHiss to the chat!

DragonLady- As you can see this chat is mostly for nonsense and ‘shop talk’ as it is

HissHiss- Oh wow! A lot of you guys already know each other.

Toitle- Jealous? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

BuzzBuzz- oh my GOD Carapace how old are you

Pawsome- ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Buzzbuzz- Disgusting

DragonLady- Like i said, nonsense.

Chloe chuckles slightly as well, but pulls out a brush. “That IS disgusting. Turn around Adrikins, your hair’s all messed up from your sneezing fit.”

Adrien humms, but dutifully trunks so his back is facing Chloe, letting her brush out his hair. “It’s not like I have a shoot today.” though the half hearted complains are still there.

“You DO have that conference with your Science teacher though, because SOMEONE doesn’t have a poker face!” Chloe tugs on his hair affectionately.

“Actually hold on, why don’t you have a shoot?” Alya looks up from her own phone. “I mean even only a few months ago you barely had any time to yourself without sneaking out as Chat.”

“I don’t know, the Spring line was stilted this year, people kept saying it started looking like the company was phoning it in or something so maybe Dad was worried it’d look bad if he was still using me for everything he could.” He looks off to the side. “Has anyone else noticed that that second peacock user has been about more often? Le Paon usually stays away from the fights, so it can’t be her that we’ve been spotting.” 

“I did notice that the second peacock wears a hat” Alya agrees. “Different profile. And it’s not Tsering Wan since the first spotting we had was before he came to Paris.”

“Are you two still going on about there being like five different villains when we’ve only ever seen three at a time?” Chloe huffed. “It’s probably just Hawkmoth and Le Paon switching Miraculous’ every so often to change things up. There’s no way they could convince so many people to-”

“My Dad is not Hawkmoth, Chloe.” Adrien hisses out. Much like Gabriel in the episode previous, he really, REALLY doesn’t want to put those pieces together.

Chloe startles, apparently having forgotten that little connection herself. “Right, yeah no, nevermind, totally like five people. If your father is any of them he’s probably this other Peacock wielder!”

Adrien slumps against the table, not much of a comfort, even if it is the most likely. “Please stop.”

Alya, unfortunately, is still deep in the theories. “Well I have noticed the trade off has been a lot more frequent lately, Hawkmoth and Paon resting and letting Monarcha and the other Peacock play the game nearly every other Akuma. So statistics would assume that they’ll be the next ones.”  Alya humms. “And if Chloe’s onto something-”

“-Please don’t say that Chloe’s onto something” Adrien groans.

“-AND since Marinette’s Multimouse ploy has finally come to fruition… Maybe it’s time for Calamity to cause a ruckus again, and Fenrir can do a little investigating.”

Adrien groans, but he does dutifully wriggle the ring from his finger. “I swear to god if this ruins my family life I'm blaming you.”

“Love you~” Alya pats his head affectionately.

Adrien grumbles incoherently, but one could make out an agonized, reluctant ‘love you too’

 We cut away from this hatching scheme with a phone call Alya makes, picked up by none other than Marinette.

“Oh shit… alright. Yeah that makes sense. Tell Adrien good luck. Okay, don’t spoil Plagg! Yeah, see you later.” Marinette hangs up before we pan with her turn, showing Luka, Kagami, and Fu all chatting at the Dupain-Cheng dining table. “Adrien’s sitting out the next Akuma fight to do some investigations on that peacock user with the hat.”

“I’m sure we’ll manage.” Kagami takes a sip of tea. “I have before.” 

“Oh hush-” Marinette pokes Kagami’s cheek “he’s been at this longer than you, show some respect.”

“I have nothing but the utmost respect for Adrien, I’m simply referencing both Oblivio and Virtueleka in my ability to take charge of a situation when our friend is otherwise indisposed.”

The two continue this banter for a moment, and Luka leans in to Fu “Hey can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Is there a problem M. Couffaine?”

“N-no, i just uh…” Luka reaches down and starts fiddling with his Miraculous. “I just have a question about Second Chance. Is it… is it possible for the memories of diverted futures to fade?”

Fu pauses for a moment, looking Luka up and down. “The Snake is a powerful Miraculous. And combined with a flexible mind can save a number of lives, but its burden is by contrast equally heavy. There are ways to erase one’s memories within the magic of the order, None could be used so sparingly on the mind. I’m very sorry to say Luka, but those memories you must keep with you.”

Luka humms and folds his arms on the table. “I see…”

The two are broken up by Kagami, face scarlet and stating loudly that Marinette doesn’t know what she’s talking about AT ALL (though what she WAS talking about remains a mystery).

We cut now to Agreste Manor, Adrien walking back in with a half hearted ‘I’m home’, Vladimir trailing in behind him. He undoes his scarf completely, just in case, to show off the brown choker around his neck, before approaching Nathalie’s desk. She’s got an open bottle of headache medication by her computer and is typing a bit slower than usual.

“Welcome home Adrien.”

“So how resentful do I have to be about the ‘Parent teacher conference’ thing? M. Barlow said like three times in a row I’m not in trouble.”

“Adrien you don’t have to defend yourself to me. Your father will be attending.”

Adrien looks like, honestly surprised. “Wait, really?”

“I’ll be forcing his hand. I’m expecting company soon and if he tries to make me late to do this for him I can and will leak pictures of his appearance during Lycee when he and your mother were teenagers.”

“NATHALIE!” The indignation in Gabriel’s voice is clear as he stumbles into the room, out of breath as if he’d run all the way there the moment he heard the word ‘leak’ leave his sister-in-law’s mouth. “Th-That’s hardly necessary.” 

“Then go to your damn son’s Parent teacher conference, He’s not in trouble so it’s probably something good.”

Gabriel folds his arms, looks rightly uncomfortable at the prospect of leaving the house for something not business related. But glazing at Natalie again reveals her holding up her phone with a mostly blurry picture on display. “....I need to find something to wear that doesn’t look overly like a fashion mogel don’t I?”

“Hey Adrien, do you want to see how your father looked during his fencing club days?” 

“Yeah sure!” 

“I SAID GIVE ME A MOMENT!” 

We cut now to the two of them in the back of the street car, Vladimir of course driving. Adrien looking as normal, but with his scarf hanging around his shoulders, choker on full display. Gabriel dressed down significantly to a pair of grey slacks, white button up, and a surprisingly toned down blue cardigan.

“Is there a problem Adrien? You keep glancing.” 

“Ah! Well not really, I just, remember how the fashion show last year was like… the first time you went out since Mom died?”

Gabriel flinches lightly at the word, but nods. 

“I remember being just.. Really proud of you. And then Christmas happened, and we were able to have fun with Marinette’s family-”

“I remember.” His voice is far more clipped, bitter almost. 

“And now you’re doing a school meeting! And I haven’t seen you in anything but business suits for years! I just…” Adrien pauses, glances out the window. “I’m really proud of you.” he settles on. “I’m glad that we’re moving forward again.”

Gabriel turns to look out his own window. Expression pinched, before tentatively placing a hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “I… appreciate the sentiment.”

But then they were there.

Gabriel takes a breath and the two of them exit the car. 

We cut then of course to the meeting itself. M. Barlow on one side of the teachers desk, a pair of chairs pulled up for the two Agrestes.

“Thank you for coming M. Agreste, I'm sure you’re very busy, so it means quite a lot.”

“Yes well, my Four o’clock cancelled, and This happened to have come up just then.”

“Well, I just wanted to start out by assuring the both of you that Adrien’s been a wonderful student in my class, third best in grades, and very enthusiastic about our experimentation days.”

“Third best?” Gabriel probes for a moment, but Adrien answers quickly

“Max is a literal genius, and Ali is a literal prince, they kinda blow me out of the water.”

“Ah.” Gabriel nods. “Impressive all the same then.”

“Yes, well This has nothing to do with Adrien’s grades. In fact I probably shouldn’t be the teacher to be holding this meeting, but Mme Dubois had called in sick. Adrien’s had some very… creative takes in her class. And She’d actually like to submit his short story ‘Freefall’ to an ametur writers publication.”

Gabriel’s eyes widen and Adrien lets out a loud gasp. “SHE WANTS MY STORY?!” Adrien yelps, excitement heavy in his voice. “Wait, why Freefall? I’ve written other things I thought were better! What about The Acorn Knight or Cat Witch? Freefall isn’t really heavy on plot or world it’s just about a skydiver-”

“Again, I’m not the writing teacher, I couldn't tell you, but in her notes for me, Mme Dubois called the piece excellent in tone and spirit. The emotion and the character of the skydiver were standouts. But we’d need your permission, and since you’re a minor,your guardians permission as well.”

“Yes! Yes you totally can publish it!” Adrien turns to Gabriel, eyes wide and hopeful.

“I didn’t know you were a writer Adrien.”

“I’m not! That’s the crazy thing! Mme Dubois just gives us a lot of creative writing projects!” 

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to read the story myself before giving my approval.”

Adrien looks about to protest, but M. Barlow cuts in. “Perfectly reasonable, I would like to speak with you in private anyway M. Agreste, According to Dubois’ notes publication could be a bit messy. Adrien if you don’t mind?”

Adrien huffs and stands up, “Psssh, fine, make me wait in agony on whether I could be a published author or not.”

But when he exists we hold on the adults. “Truth be told M. Agreste there isn't that much complicated with the publishing process, I was worried if Adrien knew my actual concerns he’d try to deflect.”

“Excuse me?”

“Here.” He hands Gabriel a copy of the short story, some of Mme Dubois’ notes scribbled in the margins. 

‘Themes of freedom in relation to danger?’

‘“The fear of death, the rush of adrenaline”? Coping mechanism?’

‘The Skydiver is hiding this hobby from friends and family in fear they’d worry, unhealthy coping mechanism’

‘Describes hobby as a double life’ 

And at the very back of the paper a proper analysis.

‘Well written character study, unnamed skydiver seems very similar to Adrien as a person, concerning in context of story, ask Adrien whether he experiences suicidal thoughts’

“I’m sorry, what is this?”

“Your son’s story. Even without Mme Dubois’ notes I would have likely had the same takeaway as she did.”

“You believe Adrien is..?”

“Well personally, I believe your son may be...not necessarily at risk, but quite a few teenagers who express such insights tend to struggle with such thoughts.”

Gabriel leans a bit onto his knees, clearly processing. 

“As his teachers we don’t get to see the full picture, but surely nobody knows your son quite like you, so I’m neither suggesting anything of Adrien nor insisting on anything, just giving you the full picture. On a personal level I would suggest counseling. It’s been some time since his mothers passing, yet this sort of thing can sneak up on someone.”

“I think that we’re done here.” Gabriel stands, snatching the copy of the story from M. Barlow and turning on his heel. “I’ll… take into account what’s been said, but assuming my son’s mental state based entirely on nothing more than creative writing is presumptuous.”

“Well my own first read was that he was venting about being a superhero, but Emma had told me it was far less likely than her own read.”

Gabriel stops cold for a moment, Shoulders tense. 

“You know, I don’t think I need to read this actually. Publish it, burn it, do whatever, but NEVER imply anything like that about MY SON again.” Gabriel marches back over just long enough to slam the story down onto Barlow’s desk and march back out.

“Come along Adrien, we’re leaving.”

“Wait, so soon? I thought we’d be talking together again-”

“I have nothing more to say to that man, or your literature teacher either. Honestly with presumptuous fools like the two of them in charge of your education i have half a mind to transfer you somewhere else.”

“Wait, what?!  What happened? Oh my god what did you say to him-”

“I said nothing that would cause ire-”

“So I’m guessing i’m not getting published.” Adrien huffs, hands over his eyes. “Daaaddddd you just had to play nice for like fifteen minutes-”

“I’m simply understanding that one’s creative works do not reflect their inner psyche and in fact those that insist on such reads don’t understand the medium of art!”

We cut from Gabriel spinning in a huff and focusing on his back to the mansion office, Nathalie holding and spinning her cup slightly as the water turns and shifts in the glass, eyes glancing towards the headache medicine, when her phone pings off. 

A flurry of texts from Gabriel, ranging from coherent to incoherent. Some of it talks about how dare a teacher think his son could be suicidal, then to if he can fire a teacher, then asking about alternate schools Adrien could attend, among that which she could even understand. There are a couple other ones from Adrien, talking about his excitement about being a published author, provided Gabriel didn’t ruin that chance. 

“For God’s sake…”

“Has the fool made a mess of his son’s life?”

“You don’t get to make fun of him.” Natahlie answers Tsering Wan almost instantly. “Family only.”

“Apologies.”

“It looks like Adrien might get one of his school assignments published as a short story. Though Gabriel might have thrown a fit and ruined his chance.”

“Unfortunate.”

“....You know, when Gabriel throws fits, he can really piss people off…Especially if they were just a teacher doing their best or something.”

“Indeed?”

“...indeed.”

Nathalie conspicuously reaches a hand up and starts fiddling with the little purple locket around her neck.

Adrien is still excitedly texting, though still with a sort of unease as he and Gabriel wait outside for Vladimir to pull up. 

“I gave him permission to publish your work. Though I disagreed entirely with his and your literature teachers read on the story itself.”

“Really?”

“Adrien, I have more faith in you than your teachers it would seem. They believe you to be… depressed? Yes that would be the right word.”

“What the hell?”

“Your literature teacher left a note worrying over you on the matter.”

“Huh… well I can assure you-” he gets cut off by the sound of a door getting kicked down. 

“No child will suffer in silence again! No Parent will be willfully blind!”

Of course, an Akuma. 

Vladimir pulls up right then, of course, Adrien’s about to do the whole ‘hero mode’ thing, but glances down at his bare finger and remembers what he’s supposed to be doing. 

Gabriel grabs him by the arm and pushes Adrien into the back of the car, Adrien lets it happen. “Go get somewhere safe.”

Adrien nods and slams the door.

Once there alone, Gabriel strides up to the Akuma. “May I speak to Monarcha?”

The Akuma looks about to reel back a blow, but freezes, the butterfly halo lighting up.

“What Gabriel?”

“Nathalie what the fuck?”

“What? I’m capitalizing on your innate ability to piss people off.”

“Could you have at least waited for Adrien and I to have left?”

“He’s safe isn’t he? Are you gonna play tag with a truth spell Akuma or are you gonna be Argus and actually help me.”

Gabriel rolls his eyes, but pulls down the collar of his cardigan to reveal the peacock broach. “You know I'm starting to worry about the influence M. Tsering is becoming on you.”

Hard cut to the Hawkmoth lair, Both Monarcha and Scorpion (seeing him once again in his old transformation) standing in the shadows. 

“Rude.”

“He does realize that attacking these children multiple times at once will wear them down far easier than simply once every so often, doesn’t he?”

Before too long the news feeds light up on Adrien’s phone. 

“This is Nadja Chamack with Channel 8. The second akuma in one day was spotted just outside Lycee Julius Caesar. He calls himself Full Disclosure. M. Disclosure, what are you seeking out as an Akuma?” Nadja nerves of steel Chamack approaches the Akuma with a microphone to him.

“Hiding things from one’s loved ones can cause great despair, as can the willful ignorance of those who chose not to see.” Full disclosure grabs the microphone, his hand encompassing Nadja’s glowing a white energy. “The truth sets us all free.”

“Well you have it here folks! This is Nadja Chamack, and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in three years.” she yelps and covers her mouth before the feed cuts out.

Of course the chat begins to trickle in, others watching the news and planning out what to do.

Bee-utiful - Wow this is the ultimate ‘don’t get hit’ day

BuzzBuzz - imr? One hit and so much for secret identities.

Toitle - They’re literally JUST about to put me on laughing gas for my wisdom teeth i probably should sit out

FoxxyLady - omg i’m SO visiting you when we’re done

Toitle - DO NOT

Bugaboo- Adrien you still sitting this out for investigation?

Pawsome - probably should. I left my dad at an Akuma’s mercy which is probably not a good thing, but like what else was i gonna do?

DragonLady - I can attend the fight and pick up everyone’s slack once more.

Bugaboo - Yeah basically everyone who its easier to not get touched should go if they can. Amber?

BuzzBuzz - I can make it, what about Luka?

HissHiss - sure

Bugaboo - alright, Alya, Chloe, you guys run backup, and be ready with Black Cat Plague, if Adrien’s going peacock hunting we may have a monster on our hands. Good luck out there.

So Adrien of course takes a hot second to be able to give Vladimir the slip, just waiting till their back home and transforming out the window.

As Fenrir nears the Lycee again he hangs out in the shadows. Sure enough tailing Full Disclosure isn’t too hard, but he keeps his eye on the overhangs and rooftops, looking for a speck of blue.

“Come on…this better be a Monarcha Akuma or I swear-”

The selected members of the team choose then to appear.  The fight breaks out as expected, with Ladybug, Bellflower, and Ryuuko easily able to keep the Akuma at a distance. The first speck of color hiding amongst the fight is a speck of white and green, Calamity keeping an eye on things from above.

Then was a spot of teal as he spotted Viperion in the middle of starting Second Chance.

And then, then was the blue. Fenrir couches down further into the shadows, and sees the figure move a bit, a stray streak of sunlight passing over him and showing that distinct profile Alya had spoken of earlier.

We cut then to Argus, keeping an eye on things from a spot where he could also see Calamity (however Viperion isn’t in his sight range) He leans back and splits a fan spoke from its brothers, Argus takes a breath and curses Monarcha’s recklessness under his breath, before shifting his grip on the spoke and moving to throw it. 

A golden chackram zips through the air and hits his wrist, knocking the spoke from his grip and letting it tumble to the ground. 

“You know, I think I appreciated this stuff better when you guys would let the Akumas decide their monsters themselves.” and sure enough there was Fenrir, on the same rooftop Argus was, just standing atop an air conditioning unit, as opposed to hiding under an overhang like he was.

“And I appreciated your lot better when there were only six of you.” he opens the fan properly, and the Chakram returns to Fenrir’s hand. 

And then they fight.

Neither of them have a weapon that feels natural to them. Fenrir and his chakrams, Argus and his fan, both are VERY different from items that could function like swords. That doesn’t, however, mean that they’re evenly matched. And the one with an advantage, of course… 

Is Fenrir. He’s fought a couple times before, compared to Argus who would summon a sentimonster and then try not to drain himself terribly so after. Fenrir is the only one with practical combat experience, AND a Miraculous that isn’t damaged and injuring himself while wielding it. So it doesn’t take long for a whirling dervish of a Dog wielding chakram like he’d seen it in a video game or something, swinging fast and hard, then ducking below a fan swung out, twisting at the waist to swing backhanded for another hit. 

Followed by a quick hopping steps backwards to get out of the way, prepared to start the process all over again. 

Argus seems to find an opening after a beat, and is about to lash out with his fan before wincing, a hand clasping over his chest and taking a wobbling step to the side. 

Fenrir on the other hand, when he spots an opening, is able to use it. He grabs Argus’ fan-hand while he’s occupied and twists it so he’d lose his grip. Sure enough the fan goes clattering to the ground. Fenrir used the momentum to throw Argus over his shoulder and to the ground in a shoulder roll.

Argus huffs for breath and swipes out blindly with his leg, catching Fenrir and sending him to the ground as well. 

But before the fight can continue with either on top, a body arcs through the air, Full Disclosure crashing on the rooftop. Fenrir gets to his feet and sure enough Full Disclosure has a yoyo wire wrapped around his ankle.

Fenrir looks out to the battle scene and makes a ‘why this’ sort of gesture, which Ladybug returns with a quick ‘Sorry!’ she gives a tug, but Full Disclosure has driven both hands into the rooftop, anchoring himself.

But as he was distracted, Argus regained his own footing, pulling another fan spoke and preparing to ram it into the Akuma. 

“Hold on a moment.” Full Disclosure actually interrupts him. “I understand what you’re going for, but allow me.” Full Disclosure loses one hand and opens it, and Argus, more confused than anything, complies, placing the fan spoke there for him. “I’d rather not it be in an uncomfortable place, you see.” Then Full Disclosure’s other hand dislodges from the rooftop, darts out, and grabs Argus’ forearm, White energy spreading across his fingertips before he’s pulled off by another tug from Ladybug.

We see in an aside, Ladybug using the momentum from tugging Full Disclosure off the rooftop to spin him in the air. Full Disclosure stabbing the Fan spoke into his thigh. Emerging from the spoke is the shriek of a hawk, and sure enough, much like the crow Akuma from the beginning of the episode, a large Hawk is pulled from Full Disclosure, and begins to kick up a veritable hurricane with its wings.

Fenrir wasn’t exactly blind to this exchange between peacock and Akuma though. As Argus sways slightly from the summon of the Monster, he takes the opportunity to grab his arm and twist it behind his back. 

“How many people are on your side?”

Argus grits his teeth, but is able to refrain from answering.

“Why does Hawkmoth want Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous?”

Nothing.

“Why are you and Paon sharing the peacock? Is there something wrong with it?”

Finally that wheedles out an answer “It was killing her, I’m alleviating her burden.” Said around grit teeth and great strain.

“Ah, we’re getting somewhere. Why? Why is it killing her?”

“We don’t know. The Scorpion has theories, but nothing concrete.”

Fenrir tightens his hold on Argus. “Hawkmoth knows Multimouse’s identity, does he know anything else about us?”

Argus’ mouth clamps shut. This time seeming to try and force the words down. 

“You have theories don’t you? Do you know who Ladybug and Chat Noir are?”

“No… We don’t.” it came out sounding like a punch to the gut.

“Who is it then? Holding it back sure looks painful.”

Argus tightens up, clearly trying his goddamn best.

But the peacock is weak to the butterfly.

“I know it’s you, Adrien!” He finally shouts. “I didn’t want to know, I was- I was afraid of knowing, but It’s you. You’re Fenrir. You’re a hero, and you work with Ladybug and Chat Noir! And we only want to bring your mother back but The Scorpion is tainting that dream and now even I don’t know what we’re fighting for!” Holding back from answering earlier has caused a sort of runoff effect.

“....Father…?”

Miraculous Ladybug takes then to be called out, The ladybugs pausing at Argus, at Gabriel, briefly, before darting away. 

There’s a moment of silence, Argus feels his arms loosen ever so slightly, then all at once, and he stumbles forward, landing hard on his stomach. By the time he gets up to look around, the rooftop is empty, save for Argus himself. 

We cut to show Argus from the back, there’s a small pause, and then he reaches up and scrubs at his eyes. 

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