#don’t look at me i know i said i wasn’t posting art anymore

[sas-afras]

having penncready emotions and decided to give them a real life argument my roommate and i had

#don’t look at me i know i said i wasn’t posting art anymore #shhh. moral backbone of a chocolate eclair etc. i’m insane rn. #art #fallout 4 #fo4 #robert joseph maccready #penn pendleton

[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose I (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hey everyone, I'm happy to finally post the first part of this imagine.

I really hope you'll enjoy it <3

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, angst, dangerous!Lester, mentions of violence, blood and murders, morally grey reader.

“Hey, mom, what do you think Ambrose looks like now?” you heard yourself asking your mother without even meaning to.

The woman sent you a quick glance before her attention went back on the food she was preparing on the kitchen table.

“Why?” she sternly asked back and you tried to shrug it off, no matter how embarrassed you were starting to feel about the whole conversation you just brought up.

“Don’t know. I’m just planning a road trip with friends and we’ll go close back to where Ambrose is…was. I noticed it wasn’t even marked on maps anymore” you explained and your mother hummed

“Then you got your answer. Ambrose must be gone.” she said “Like the brothers you used to love so much” she replied and sent you another look, as you glanced down at your lap, in shame.

You should have known better than to talk about Ambrose to your mother. The woman had always wanted to pretend it had been a terrible nightmare.

“Mom…” you whispered

“I’ve never understood why you were so fond of them. Your dad either. They were a terrible influence on you. I’m happy you decided to burn the bridges with them and that you never went back to Ambrose. There was nothing for you there. And those people were troublesome and violent and… freaks. You deserved way better than them.” she continued and you resisted the urge to take their defence. They weren’t freaks, they were… a great part of your life and now a great hole inside your chest. “What was their name again?” your mother asked.

“Sinclairs” you instantly replied before biting your tongue

“Ah yes. Well, I’m glad you didn’t become one” she continued and you frowned at that.

“What do you mean, mom?” you wondered with a tilt of your head

“The eldest one, when he came back to Ambrose after his mother died and that he was sent away for a few months, and before his dad died that same day, he looked for you. He knocked at our door. Thank God you were away with your dad then. I told him to go away and he assured me that he would never go away from you, and that you would become his wife one day too.”

“His… wife” you whispered, your heart aching.

Bo was indeed often speaking about marrying you and sharing you with his brothers, but you always thought there were only words; the Sinclairs never really planned out their future. Bo was too obsessed with cars and getting free from his family to care about anything else. Vincent was too focused on his art. Lester was just a lost kid wandering into the woods late at night. You hadn’t thought they were actually seeing you as their future. You always appeased Bo, you always brought Vincent back to reality, you always helped Lester feel like he was part of something.

“To be honest” your mom resumed and your attention went back on her “with the amount of time you were spending with him and his brothers, I was really worried you would agree on doing something that stupid. And even though you left Ambrose heartbroken and sobbing, I’m happy something happened between you, him and his twin, that day. I don’t know what it is, but I knew it convinced you to leave.” she continued and you didn’t answer. The memory of that day was still burning you to the core.

You had been so happy so see Bo and later on, Vincent. You had run into their arms and they had hugged you with fierce love. You were all planning on getting Lester back too. 

And then, Bo killed his dad and Vincent told you he was going to continue the House of Wax, the way his mother always did. You knew about the murders, you knew people were beneath the wax, but you never said anything because you loved the boys. And despite how an awful mother Trudy was, she liked you. You were a girl, and she could finally chat around with what looked like a daughter to her. Victor was also a little more careful around you. You were loved by the Sinclairs, and they couldn’t explain it; it just happened.

But their love was dark and violent, and you couldn’t agree to live like that; you couldn’t stay in Ambrose when everything was dying around and you couldn’t live from murders. You promised yourself to never betray your boys, but at the same time, you left with your parents without a goodbye. You knew that if you decided to go see the twins one last time, they would convince you to stay and it couldn’t happen. You never recovered from the fact you didn’t see Lester again before leaving and you hoped Bo had been able to bring him back home. You were certain he did though, because his people were the only thing that mattered to him.

You were about to leave the kitchen when your mother called your name and you turned around, with a raised eyebrow, silently asking her what she wanted.

“Do me a favour and stay away from Ambrose during your little road trip, okay?” she said with a hint of concern in her voice

“You said yourself that there is nothing there anymore anyways” you replied, a little bit surprised by your mother’s attitude

“I know but… I don’t want you to tempt the devil” she replied and you only found yourself nodding. 

You wondered if by the devil she meant Bo.

Bo knelt in front of a woman he just killed. She was the last one of the group and he was glad about it because he felt quite tired now. It was too hot today to play hide and seek with assholes. At least, the night was already casting its shadows around Ambrose and bringing with it a little bit of fresh air. Bo looked down at the woman, tilting his head to the side as he watched the pretty necklace she had around her neck. It was slightly covered in blood but he was pretty sure he could wash it without trouble. It looked expensive; he was certain the glitter coming from beneath the blood was a little diamond. He took it off her body without a care and pocketed it before Vincent could use this jewel on his next wax statue.

“Y/N would’ve liked it” Bo hummed to himself before sadly sighting. His throat tightened as always when he was saying your name out loud.

Whenever he was spotting something that reminded him of you, he was always grabbing it and putting it away, in a box filled with gifts for you. He never stopped hoping that one day he would be able to give you this box. You would realise how much you were loved then; but so far it only happened in his dreams. And yet, he was thinking about you everyday of his life and he still believed you would come back home one day. He was certain you were meant to be a Sinclair; even his parents were liking you so it had to mean something. He missed you so much, he missed your laugh and he missed the way you loved his brothers and himself. Ambrose was empty without you. Life had always been shit, but your absence was torture. He had thought that after a few years, the pain would subside, but it really didn’t. It often felt like it was actually growing up inside his chest. You left with a piece of themselves, you left with the only sun and happiness the boys truly felt. He knew his brothers were feeling the same, because everytime they were all eating together at night, the conversation always ended on what you became. And on why you never came back.

They could guess you were disapproving of the killing, but they couldn’t stand the idea that maybe you got scared of them. They couldn’t even say it out loud; you were the only thing they would never have hurt.

Bo sighted again as he grabbed the woman by her ankles and he started to pull her to the house. Vincent came upstairs when he heard a body being dragged on the floor and he helped his twin out. Vincent could tell by the look in Bo’s eyes that he was thinking about you. It was the only moment Bo was utterly silent too, lost in thoughts.

Vincent couldn’t blame him. He had hundreds of books filled with drawings of you. Whenever he thought that he would never hear your voice again, never feel your touch on his skin anymore, Vincent was drawing you. He was certain you existed that way, and he was certain he would never forget about what you looked like, even if he knew your figure and face were carved inside his chest and brain. You used to caress the bad side of his face and to remind him he was handsome, even in front of Trudy or Victor. You had never been afraid to show yourself with “the freak”. And his skin felt so dry and painful now your fingers hadn’t traced it in years.

The twins worked in utter silence and none of them felt hungry that night, so they went to bed earlier than usual. None of them slept actually, simply staring at the ceiling or at the wall, wondering where you were and if you were happy… without them. They wanted you to be happy as much as they wanted you to be miserable without them, because it was their only chance you would one day come back home.

Lester wasn’t better than the twins. And if Bo fucked with some girls, Lester just couldn’t even think about touching someone else than you. It felt wrong to him. He promised you he was yours and only yours after all. He had always enjoyed how a little bit possessive you were with the three of them. Lester wasn’t certain of a lot of things, but he knew he belonged to you. You had always loved them equally, giving them the love they were all craving so much.

You were always in Lester’s mind. He was always hoping to find you among a group of tourists, to be fair. He never stopped looking for you and hoping to see you again. You belonged to them too, so he couldn’t understand how you could live away from them. And he knew that if he ever found you again, he wouldn’t hesitate to lock you up somewhere if it meant keeping you by his side. Forever. 

And he was certain that the twins were thinking the same. They lost you once, they wouldn’t allow it to happen again.

But for that… he needed to find you first. 

And every morning and every night, he promised himself he would. Out of the three, he was the one who was the most certain he could get you back home, no matter if you wanted it or not. You were his little goddess, so he was certain that at some point you would come close to Ambrose again… and he would stumble upon you… and he would get you home. You would become the divinity of Ambrose once again, and everything would be alright.

One day, luck seemed to be on his side.

The closer you drove to Ambrose, the more you recognised the roads. Your mother’s words never stopped echoing inside your head and at some point, you turned the wheel so you wouldn't get too close to the place. A part of you wanted to drive right back to it; you even felt a little pang when you took the opposite path. You wanted to be back home more than anything, but you were too afraid of what would await you there. You even believed that the twins would be so mad at you, they would kill you and turn you into a wax statue so you couldn’t leave anymore without saying goodbye.

You found a little campsite and you all decided to spend the evening and night there. You forced yourself to focus on your people so you could forget about the Sinclairs. Another part of you was begging you to leave this place and to drive as far as possible away from Ambrose. You had no idea which parts of you were stronger.

You realised you didn’t have enough food for tonight so you and another girl took the car to find a shop nearby. It was late so a lot of them were close and you had to admit, you shivered in fear when your friend showed you the only store open 24/7 in the area. It was very close to Ambrose; little did you know that it was actually the town Lester was living in. You tried to not show anything as you drove to the store. You crossed your fingers to not run into any of the Sinclairs before you thought how stupid this was. The boys wouldn’t be there, and they might even be dead because of their way of life. And you were a lucky girl, something like that couldn’t happen to you.

Even if something inside of you was bubbling in excitement and hope.

As you entered the store, a man was leaving it. He moved to the side to let you come in and as you were about to thank him, your eyes met his and widened.

Lester.

You tried to move past him, hoping he wouldn’t have recognised you or that he would hate you enough to let you go easily. But you were a fool. He instantly grabbed your wrist as he whispered your name, bringing you back to him. He was in trance. He couldn’t believe the day finally came. Your friend frowned, wondering what was going on. She placed an arm around your shoulder to show you support

“Can you let go of her, buddy?” she calmly said and Lester instantly obeyed, not wanting to cause a scene. He put his hands in front of him in defence.

“Sorry. Hi, Y/N, ‘s been a long time” he hummed, looking for your eyes.

“Hi, Les. Sorry, but we’re a bit in a hurry here, we’ll chat another time, hmm?” you said, hoping to get out of this discussion as fast as possible. Goosebumps littered his skin at the sound of your voice calling him by his nickname.

You were surprised when Lester simply smiled and nodded. You noticed his grin didn’t reach his eyes though and you suppressed a shiver. You knew you were in trouble, especially with him letting you go so easily. Even more when he cheerfully said as you turned your back to him “See you soon, darl”

Lester settled in his truck and waited for you and your friend to get out of the store. He dialled his big brother’s number with a light in his eyes. It was the first time in so long he felt like he was finally alive. He was certain things were finally going to be good.

“‘S up, Les?” Bo hummed at the other side of the line, always answering his phone very fast whenever his brothers needed him

“She’s here.” Lester simply said because he was too happy and excited to say anything else.

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, kid?” Bo asked, not wanting to get some false hope.

“Y/N. She’s at the store. She’s with a friend. Gonna follow them, I’ll send ya their location… And we’ll bring her home tonight”

It was a promise.

And a threat.

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PART II

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[vixstarria]

there was a great piece of art posted here awhile ago (i SCOURED but couldn’t find it again so if you or anyone knows what i’m talking about pls let me know the artist) where astarion and tav were sleeping, astarion was having a nightmare and grabbing his arm super tight, but when tav tried to wake him up he attacked them on accident and was then overcome by remorse. if you’re still taking requests (if not pls disgard) i think it would be really interesting to hear your take on something like that in a fic, especially with your other pieces about their relationship along with his healing journey

Funny you should mention this, I happened to have a small piece along those lines that I had written for something else but scrapped. I've now expanded it, here it is:

Astarion was thrashing in another nightmare. Usually his night terrors paralysed him, but this one was different. You thought nothing of it when you reached out to try to wake him, when suddenly you found yourself pinned to the bed by your neck. He was leaning over you with an animalistic snarl, fangs exposed, and not a trace of humanity behind his eyes. Some rage or pain fuelled demon was wearing his body. Astarion wasn’t there.  

The hand on your neck squeezed, fingernails piercing your flesh. You couldn’t breathe. Your trachea was about the be crushed.  

Every moment seemed to stretch out into a lifetime as your mind frantically searched for anything you could do, suddenly grasping for survival.  

Knee him between his legs? You couldn’t, not the way you were lying. Smash something blunt against his head? There was nothing within reach. Cast a spell? There was nothing you could do fast enough, and your fickle patron seemed to have diverted their attention elsewhere while you slept.  

As the inevitability of your demise started to sink in, you saw a trickle of blood running down Astarion’s neck, from the same spots as where his nails were digging into your skin.  

The rings. 

You shut your eyes and bit down on the inside of your cheek, hard. As your mouth filled with your own blood, you heard a gasp. The grip on your neck loosened, and you instinctively rolled out of bed, coughing and spitting. Your mind was still racing, immediately switching to thinking of ways to prevent this from ever happening again. 

Sleeping draughts? Can he drink that? Or something that can keep nightmares away? Is there some kind of amulet of dreamless nights? Or do I just keep an empty bottle on the nightstand, something that will just shatter loudly if need be? Or- 

“What have I done..?” Astarion said in a horrified whisper. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry...” 

Oh stop fixing and just be there, you jackass! you thought to yourself, as you rose from the floor and flung your arms around him. 

“No, no, I’m okay, it’s not your fault.” You took his face into your hands. “Look at me, love. It’s not your fault, you know it isn’t.” 

“How tragically typical of me would it be, to kill the one person I care for? The one I want to protect.” Astarion’s voice was small, flat, quiet. “I shouldn't sleep next to you anymore. I can't be without you, I guess I can’t be with you either.” 

“Don’t say that, please. It will be fine.” 

“And what did you... how did... where is all this blood from?” he said finally.  

“The enchanted rings,” you said, getting up to grab a healing potion. “I bit myself to wake you.” You took a sip, swishing it around your mouth, and handed the vial to Astarion. He took it, too stunned to say anything. 

“At least if you tore my throat out, yours would have ripped itself out as well. Imagine how stupid we’d look when someone finally found us,” you continued.  

“Really? You’re joking about this?! This isn't funny,” he said, looking at your incredulously. 

Good, outrage was better than anguish, you thought. 

“No, it’s not funny, it’s romantic,” you persisted. “But we’re never taking these rings off, you hear?” you added softly, sinking back on the bed and sliding onto Astarion’s lap. It was only once your body started shaking in uncontrollable sobs that you realised you had forgotten to feel anything for your own sake. 

“Never,” he whispered, drawing you closer and pressing his lips against your forehead. 

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #asks

[krirebr]

Because I’m an ass another what if ask for your Kris-mas:

In More than This - Steve deserves the world. That’s a fact. And I will not be taking questions. So my what if:

What if readers mom and Steve’s dad didn’t get together until they were adults?

If you don’t already know where I’m going with this…what if Linda was actually onto something about Steve and readers relationship (again they did not grow up together, etc.)

😘

Ok, first off, I'm answering your 2nd ask before your first and just ruining all continuity. 😂 I just love this question so much and couldn't wait to get it posted!

So, I thought very long and hard about this and I knew I wanted to rewrite a scene from More Than This with this alternate alternate universe in mind. I considered doing their Ch 2 conversation together right before the wedding with Linda as a kind of looming specter, but Steve let me know that in these circumstances, he would have taken control long before then. So instead, here is a rewrite of their first scene in Ch 1. This happens right after Joseph makes her sign the contract. I hope you like it!

This is also about 1.2k and really pushes the limits of the definition of a drabble.

Tell Me One Thing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Warnings: Explicit language, angst, hopeful ending

You let yourself into Steve’s apartment, using the key he’d given you on the day he’d moved in. He wasn’t in his front room, so you moved all the way to the back, to the spare room he used as an art studio. As you entered, you lightly knocked on the doorframe, trying not to startle him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, staring at a half-finished painting, but looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard you. There was a warm, loving smile on his face, but it dropped as soon as he took in your expression. “What happened?” he asked as you stepped into his arms.

“I think we might be really fucked, Steve,” you muttered into his chest. You knew you shouldn’t be taking comfort in his body right now; you should be starting the process of pulling away, putting distance between the two of you, but you just couldn’t. He was all you had and you didn’t know how you’d survive losing him.

He took your face in both hands and made you look at him. “Tell me what happened,” he demanded seriously, as his eyes searched your face. You were freaking him out.

You sighed. “Your dad–” you blinked away tears as Steve’s face darkened. Another sigh. “I’m engaged.”

He dropped his hands and stepped back, looking at you carefully. “You’ve been engaged before,” he said, his voice purposely measured, trying not to show he was upset. “Nothing ever comes of it.” 

“I think this one is real, Steve.”

“What makes you think that?” his voice was harsh, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. Never at you.

“They set a date.” His eyes widened and he pursed his lips. You took a deep breath and continued, “A month from now.”

“A month from now?” he almost shouted, and your resolve finally crumbled, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head while you tried to wipe the tears away. “I can’t– I–”

You were in his arms before you realized what had happened. “Hey, hey,” he soothed. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“How?” you asked. “How is it going to be ok? I’m getting married, Steve!”

He gently sat you on the couch and then pulled a chair from the corner to sit across from you, close enough that your knees touched. “I’ll talk to my dad. Buy us some time at least.”

You shook your head, remembering the most damning detail. “It won’t work. Everything’s already signed.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “I signed. They made me sign, Steve. I’m so sorry!”

You felt him grab your hand and you reluctantly opened your eyes, afraid of what you’d find on his face. But when you made yourself look at him, all that was there was concern for you. How had you been so lucky as to find this man? Four years ago when your mother had finally been desperate enough to accept another arrangement, you’d only expected more of the same. Just another old man with a say as to what your future would look like. Joseph was exactly who you’d thought he’d be. But Steve, you never could have dreamed up Steve. Kind, attentive, generous, and so beautiful. The two of you quickly became very good friends, and then, after a drunken night out, something else. As you found yourself repeatedly falling into his bed, you knew you should stop. You both did. But you couldn’t. How were you supposed to resist him? He was your one good thing. So you kept it between the two of you, knowing your family would never stand for it. And before you knew it, you’d fallen in love with him. You’d kept that a secret too. 

His voice brought you back to the present, his thumb gently moving over the back of your hand. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“What are we going to do, Steve?” you whispered. “I don’t think I can lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me,” he said, in his most serious voice. “Not ever. No matter what.” Neither of you said anything for the next several moments, Steve seemingly lost in thought, while you just tried to remember how to breathe. Then, finally, he spoke again. “Maybe nothing really has to change. We’ve kept this a secret for so long. We can just keep doing that.”

You took a deep breath, still not ready to confront the worst part of this. “He lives in Boston,” you said quietly. “I’ll be moving to Boston.”

 Steve’s face fell, his hold on your hands getting tighter. “Who.” he said, without any inflection.

“Ransom Drysdale.”

Steve stood up so fast that the chair tumbled over behind him. “No,” he growled. “Absolutely not!”

“Steve,” you sighed, suddenly so tired, looking up at him from the couch. 

He didn’t say anything, just stood there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head, his jaw ticking, staring into the corner. 

You sank into the silence, holding your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe how quickly everything had fallen apart. You should have been more prepared. Of course, this day would come.

Finally, after you didn’t even know how long, Steve spoke again, still staring into the corner. “We could just go.”

Your head shot up. “What?”

He turned his attention back to you. “We could go. Tonight. Why not?”

“A thousand reasons why not!” You were suddenly shouting. What was he thinking? Where had this come from? You couldn’t keep up. “I– What? Where would we even go?!”

He shrugged. “Somewhere. Anywhere. I have a little money put away, don’t you? Anywhere we want.”

You wanted to shake him. “Steve, that’s not–” You shook your head. “That isn’t a plan!”

“You want a plan?” he asked.

You stood up, throwing your hands in the air. “Yes! At minimum!”

“Ok,” he nodded and then grinned at you. “Come back in an hour and I’ll have a plan.”

“Steve,” you breathed, helplessly. 

He stepped back into your space, taking your face in his hands. “I love you. More than anything. Do you love me?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for just a moment then looked back at him. “Yes. You know I do.”

He nodded as a genuine smile lit up his entire face. He was so beautiful. “I think, I’ve always known we might have to do this. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it’s always been there. I’m not losing you. Especially not to Ransom Drysdale,” he growled the name. “Go home, get Lola. Maybe an overnight bag. Then come back here and I’ll have a plan for you.”

You searched his face, for what you didn’t entirely know. He was confident, resolute. Sure. Despite yourself, you nodded. “Ok.”

You started to pull away but his hands on your face wouldn’t let you. You looked at him in question and he shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve been in my home all this time, and I haven’t kissed you yet. What’s wrong with me?” He leaned in and kissed you, gently at first, but as soon as you started kissing him back, he made it more passionate, filthier. It felt like he poured everything he wanted you to know into it. How much he loved you. How sure he was of a future together. This, of all things, had you believing, too, that maybe it was possible.

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[merp-blerp]

So Claudia Cacace recently posted her last Be More Chill animatic and said in the pinned comment that she had wanted to stop a long time ago when people gave her bad attention; it made me think about how animatic creators at the height of the musical theater fandom were treated horribly, despite being the backbone of that fandom for the longest time. For example, I remember people used to give Mushroomie/Mushie r crap about how they were “copying” Szin’s art style, which is literally impossible. A lot of people in the fandom were clearly inspired my Szin’s artwork because she was one of the most popular artists in the fandom at the time and her art was indeed really good. You can’t “copy” an art style. And when Szin announced that she wasn’t going to make Hamilton animatics anymore “fans” were calling her a liar among other awful things because she had said in a now private (or maybe deleted) Q&A video that she had wanted to do all the songs, despite that fact that she also said in that same video that she was going to keep making Hamilton animatics as long as they were fun for her, which they has ceased to be by the time she had finished Act 1 and a bit of Act 2. It had been years, disinterest naturally happens and that’s okay. There were a lot of animatic creators who stopped for the same reason; animatic creating had stopped being fun for these artist and began to be more like a job rather than the hobby it started out as. Remember most of these creators were making these animatics alone and possibly without much if any pay from YouTube. And on top of that a lot of these creators were minors at the time! They likely had other obligations in life like school and family, not able to have time for a job, let alone a very time consuming, demanding, solo job. Not to mention all the other things these creators had to deal with, like making content in a timely manner so the algorithm didn’t abandon them, or YouTube’s shitty fair use system constantly threatening to copyright claim or strike videos and even entire channels in some cases like Mushroomie. If you were in the musical theater fandom around 2016-2019 you know how important animatics were. Pro-shots were even more rarely made than they are now (like pretty much never), and bootlegs of then-currently running shows stayed up online for only a few days or weeks if you were lucky, so a lot of fans had no way of legally seeing the show(s), and sometimes not even illegally. A lot of people who loved these musicals would love a show for it’s music, but had no clue what the full plot was out of a lack of being able to access the show in an affordable way, affordability still being an issue with Broadway today. So animatics were very vital to people getting at least an idea of how these shows visually looked and an opportunity for artist to do something they loved. This was how people got to see their favorite show in away that YouTube couldn’t (fairly) take down. Quite noticeably, when these animatic creators almost collectively stopped making animatics for these musicals or slowed down around 2019, the fandom fizzled out as well, or at least changed. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t dead like some believe in my opinion, but it’s definitely different. In one way, now that a lot of the most popular shows from this time and others have some kind of pro-shot or shitty movie adaptation, and YouTube being a lot more lose with bootlegs then they used to be, animatics aren’t as vital, but their importance shouldn’t be something to sneeze at and it blows that these animatic creators weren’t treated with the utmost respect they deserved at the height of their popularity. I know I’m pulling an old issue out of the grave and this issue is essential gone, with animatics being made at a less frequent rate than they were at the time, but I’ve never seen this talked about in length. If any animatic creators, currently active or not, are reading this, I hope you continue to enjoy you creations and that people respect you as they should.

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[nightgoodomens]

I’ve see your post about that deactivated blog and I think I get who you're referring to, because she was one of my favorite people here. Yesterday she wrote a funny post about Aziraphale being a damsel in distress and someone added to her post a take about Crowley being Aziraphale's devoted dog. She replied that she was very tired of things like that. Someone else accused her of treating Aziraphale like an idiotic teenager and told her there was no need for people like her here. Then she wrote that the last 15 minutes might not have any secret code and people started being mean to her for no reason. She asked them to stop. In her last post that I saw she said that wasn’t feeling well because of something she was told and now her blog is deactivated. I don't know if anything else happened. I hope she’s okay, because her last post was concerning. I've been following her since her first meta and she wrote some of my favorite aziracrow posts. When I asked her a question, she wrote a long answer and she was very kind. I have a multifandom blog and I will now stop posting about GO because the fandom has become toxic and it has made my love for the show fade.

Thank you for writing in!

Oh I am so done with the fucking idiots in this fandom. So done!

The past few months we’ve seen an influx of idiotic trolls who don’t know shit about the show and have problems they should take to a psychologist instead of bullying loving fans off the fandom. They really should find shows made for them instead of being toxic in a fandom that has nothing to do with what they’re insisting on.

Seriously? Someone asks to please not add such things to their posts because it clearly bothers them and they do that in spite? What’s wrong with you people.

I remember I made a funny post about my OC & Crowley/Aziraphale and someone added such extremely sexual content to it that I literally stared in disbelief and blocked them after a minute because I could not even find the words to respond to that.

It really stops you from posting more. I had so many theories and scenarios to post everyday and now I barely bother anymore.

It really has been nice here for a couple of months but now I barely scroll my dash because within a few gorgeous fan arts it’s just a shit take after shit take and that kind of insanity with how Crowley is treated. I’ve never seen a fandom so badly ignore what a show said about a character, or both actually, and then decided he needs the opposite that actually in canon would just kill him. Sickening. It makes me shudder how people think he needs to be put in a situation that would mentally ruin him and that kind of thing is everything he’s against and people dare to say he needs that. That it would be good for him that it’s affection. Fucking hell. No wonder so many people are starting to deactivate and say they’re moving on. At this point it’s to not lose their minds and to keep their mental health stable because some takes are horrifying at this point.

The amount of trolls jumping on people’s posts to ruin them only to upset them and stupid anons has increased too.

What a shame. Honestly what a shame. I can’t believe they did it to one of the best people here. I am so sad she’s gone but I understand - there is so much you can take before the show you love begins to only be associated with everything you dislike. There are some scenes I can’t even look at anymore because people fetishised everything to the extreme. And I know she was struggling with trying to keep on loving the show too.

Fuck, how fucking sad. I hope she’s doing okay 😞

#NightGoodOmens answers #I’m so mad and sad fucks sake #I’ve never seen a fandom hit the ground so quickly before #no love left in this fandom for both fictional character and real people

[thosehallowedhalls]

Second Chances

Book: Post Crimes of Passion 2

Pairing: Trystan Thorne x M!MC (Gabriel Rose)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1598

A/N: For @lilyoffandoms. I hope I did them justice. (And for the record, your art is so beautiful that I still came out the winner here.)

@choicesficwriterscreations @choicesfebruary2024

Gabriel sits on the rooftop of their apartment, their legs dangling carelessly from the ledge. They take in the crispness of the air, enjoying the way it caresses their skin. It’s a beautiful night, breezy but not cold. Too bad it reminds them badly of another night a year ago, one they would rather forget.

It was going as well as expected, which is to say not well at all.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I can’t do this anymore, Trystan.”

“I know things have been… difficult, but…”

Gabriel snorted. “Difficult. That’s one word for it.”

“But we can make it work. I can…”

“We can’t make it work. We’ve tried. How many times have we seen each other these past six months, Trystan? The number should be easy enough to remember, considering it’s a big fat zero.”

“That’s only because this is my first year on the throne. Once things settle a bit…”

“Settle? You’re a king. You’re never going to have fewer responsibilities than you do now.”

Trystan’s face was a mask of anguish. “Gabriel, please don’t do this. I love you.”

Even as the words cut deep into their heart, Gabriel almost rolled their eyes. Trust Trystan to pick this moment to say those words for the first time.

He took a deep breath. “I think I believe you. I almost wish I didn’t. Maybe this would be easier.”

It wouldn’t, of course. Leaving Trystan could never be easy. It felt more along the lines of undergoing open heart surgery without anesthesia.

“Gabriel, I…” Frustration settled on Trystan’s features at the knock on the door. “Not now!”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” a flustered voice said from the other side. “But this is an emergency.”

Gabriel had no trouble recognizing the voice as that of Luka, Trystan’s new personal assistant. God knew they had spent more time talking to him than to their own partner in the last six months. Notifications of cancelled flights. State emergencies. Trystan didn’t have time for anything but Drakovia anymore. So it wasn’t a surprise when he ran a hand over his face and sighed.

“I’ll be there in a moment,” he said. Then he turned pleading eyes on them. “Gabriel, just… let me get this out of the way and we can talk more. Maybe over a late dinner tonight?” He tried to smile. “I promise escargot isn’t on the menu.”

Gabriel said nothing. This last instance of Trystan choosing Drakovia over them did nothing but cement their certainty. So once Trystan walked out, they went back to their room, left a note for him on their nightstand, and called a cab.

They were going back home.

It’s almost a year to the day since they walked out of the palace and Trystan’s life. It still hurts. They’re all but resigned to the fact that it always will.

Trystan has respected the request in their note not to contact them again. But perversely, part of Gabriel is upset about that. They want it to be as hard for Trystan to resign himself to their separation as it has been for them.

“I had a feeling I’d find you here.”

Gabriel spins around so fast, they almost plummet from the rooftop to their death. 

“Trystan?”

“The one and only.” He attempts a grin, but it’s so forced it almost looks painful. “I missed you.”

Unbelievable. “You show up out of the blue, in my own damn home I might add, and all you have to say is ‘I miss you’?”

“It’s all I’ve thought for the past year. So while it’s not all I have to say, it’s certainly a big part of what I have to say.”

Oh no. Absolutely not. Gabriel is not getting sucked into this emotional vortex again.

“What are you doing here, Trystan?”

“I needed to talk to you.”

“Does modern technology no longer exist in Drakovia?”

Oddly, the sarcasm seems to put Trystan more at ease. “It depends on your definition of modern. We installed landlines last week. Truly innovative stuff.”

“And you couldn’t use one of those shiny new landlines to, I don’t know, call?”

There’s not a trace of humor left on Trystan’s expression. “I had to see you.”

“And say what?”

“Haven’t you been checking the news lately?”

“Yes. We’re in the middle of a recession. Now what are you doing here?”

“Would you come with me? I promise I’ll tell you everything, but…”

“I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what you’re doing here.”

“I abdicated.”

It’s like a bomb has exploded. Gabriel is stunned speechless. For a moment, they’re not sure they heard correctly.

“What did you say?”

“I abdicated. Gabriel, please. I’ll tell you everything and answer any questions you might have. But come with me.”

They stand slowly. “Okay. But I have a lot of questions, so you had better be ready to answer them all.”

Several minutes later, Gabriel unconsciously lays a hand on Trystan’s arm.

“Are we going where I think we’re going?”

The answering smile is a little shaky. Almost like Trystan is… nervous.

“I once took you to the last place I visited before I left Drakovia. I thought we could do this in the first place you visited when you came back to New York.”

“How do you…”

“I know you,” he says simply.

Gabriel swallows. It’s an exquisite kind of ache, being seen so clearly. In this particular case, it’s dangerous, too. The man in the driver seat has already broken their heart once. And he did it gradually, piece by piece, so that when they tried to put it back together, some pieces were irrevocably lost. A jigsaw puzzle that will never be the same again. Never be whole again.

They can’t put themselves in that position again. No matter how much they love Trystan, how much they have accepted they will always love Trystan, they can’t let themselves become Eveline.

Once they get to the NYC Botanical Gardens, Gabriel looks at the woman opening the doors, then back at Trystan. They roll their eyes.

“How the hell did you manage to get us in so late?” They ask as they walk into the gardens, the mingling scents of flowers a soothing balm.

“My darling detective, even a former king has some influence.”

“Yeah, about that. You say you abdicated. As in gave up the throne?”

“Gabriel, I realize you are but a commoner…” He grins when they throw a wadded-up piece of paper at him. “But even you must know what abdication means.”

“I’m trying to have a conversation here, so dial down the jokes.” But they can’t resist the sly grin. “And you’re a commoner now too.”

“So I am. But as it happens, I couldn’t care less about having a kingdom. I only care about trying to fix the havoc I wreaked upon the single most important part of my life.”

“Trystan…”

He shakes his head. Then he pulls something out of his pocket. Gabriel gasps.

“Is that…?”

“Your note? Yes.” He strokes his thumb over it, automatically. As though it’s a habit so well ingrained, he doesn’t realize he’s doing it. “I’ve carried this note with me everywhere I went, every day for a year.”

They hesitantly hold out a hand. “May I?”

When Trystan hands it over, Gabriel’s fingers trace the creases of the paper. They’re deep, as though the paper has been folded and unfolded countless times throughout the past year. They unfold it once more.

For the record, I love you too. But love isn’t always enough, Trystan. I have to go. We both deserve better than this. Love, Gabriel P.S. Please don’t try to contact me.

“You’ve been carrying this?” They ask softly.

Trystan nods. “At first, it was a reminder to respect your wishes. All I wanted was to call you, to hear your voice, so I had to keep reminding myself you didn’t want that. Then… I guess it became a way to stay close to you.” He straightens, looks Gabriel in the eye. “Last week, a maid took my clothes to be laundered before I had a chance to search through my pockets. I thought I lost it, your note. I panicked.”

“Oh, Trystan.”

“That’s when it hit me.” He takes a hesitant step towards them, then another. He keeps walking until he and Gabriel are mere inches apart. “You mean more to me than Drakovia. How could I possibly be a good leader when I kept resenting my people for keeping me away from you?”

“So you walked away.”

“Yes. And as soon as I had, I jumped on Mags’ plane to get here and beg for another chance.”

Are they dreaming? Gabriel isn’t sure. If they are, they never want to wake up.

Trystan takes their hands. “I love you. I will always love you. Please tell me it isn’t too late for us.”

Blinking back tears, Gabriel shakes their head. “Bold of you to bring me here, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“You know you all but gave me home advantage, right?”

Trystan laughs, running his fingers down their cheek. “You didn’t need a place to have the upper hand. You just had to be you.”

They lean in. If Gabriel had let themselves imagine what a reunion kiss with Trystan would be like, they probably would have thought of something more intense. But this. This soft, tender kiss, a slow reacquaintance where each revels in being reunited… It’s hard to believe anything else could be better.

Because this is Trystan. It’s Gabriel.

It’s everything.

#trystan x mc #trystan x gabriel #trystan thorne #detective rose #gabriel rose #crimes of passion #playchoices #for lilyoffandoms

[darkwaveho]

Favors

 Summary: Every action has a consequence; every cause has an effect but would Wanda be the exception?

Parings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, cursing, sexual innuendos, suggestive themes, flirting, groping, manipulation, lying, toxic behavior, gas lighting.

A/n: Enjoy this long as part, I said I’d never do an 8k word fic but here I am posting a 10k word fic lmaoo. Sorry for the long wait and thank you to everyone who stayed patient with me on updating this series. not proof read bc I just wanted to get this out to you guys any way Happy reading! 🙂💜

part 8 | part 10

A month. you and Wanda had been dating for a month now. You never expected things to go as smoothly as they have. From getting to know each other better, watching old lady tv shows with Wanda or just simply talking about the day you two had. This relationship was starting to really pickup pace quickly. Every day like clockwork whenever you exited a class you were always groped by Wanda as soon as she spotted you, you’ve grown used to it now not batting an eye at who it was anymore. Today was a different story coming out of your last class for the day. The touch you were waiting for never came, looking around you didn’t see you girlfriend in sight. You keep walking down the hall thinking maybe she chose a new spot to surprise you from but once again the touch you were eagerly seeking today was nowhere to be found. 

You send her a few texts asking her where she was after not receiving a reply you decided to call her phone. When it goes straight to voicemail you frown, that’s never happened before. Wanda always replied back to you wishing a millisecond and she always picked up on the first ring when you called. This was out of the ordinary for her, so you start walking to Wanda’s apartment maybe she’s busy with her art she’s been telling you about an art piece she was working on, but she refused to show you just yet. You knock on the door a few times and when it finally opens it wasn’t the person you were looking to see.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Hey, Nat what’s going on with Wanda, she didn’t text me at all today is she okay? She wasn’t outside my classroom door waiting for me. She didn’t grope me randomly in passing or harass me either.”

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart, she’s fine. Not really, she’s sick, must’ve caught a stomach bug or something.” You sigh in relief as Natasha looks at you admirably. She loves how you care about Wanda and her well-being. She opens the door wider and motions for you to come in. “I practically quarantined her in her room. she wasn’t feeling well after her first class this morning and when she came back, she really looked out of it.” 

“Poor thing.” 

“No poor me, she’s been really bitchy today more than usual. Sick Wanda is more dramatic than regular healthy Wanda.” You roll your eyes at her comparison. “She can’t be that bad, can she?” Natasha only raises an eyebrow at you and drags you in the apartment and towards Wanda’s door. She motions for you to keep quiet. If Wanda found out, you are here she’d play innocent. Natasha bangs on the wooden door. “Wanda, you alright in there?” 

“Natasha, get the fuck away from my door!” The impact of something hitting the other side of the door makes you jump back in surprise. Natasha was quick to hold you on instinct. She gives you a reassuring squeeze and mouths a ‘you, okay?’ You silently nod and finally become aware of her hand placement on your hips. catching your gaze, she removes her hands and sends you an apologetic smile before turning back to the door. “Do you need anything? Want me to get you some medicine?” she pauses before something else comes to mind. “You don’t have diarrhea, do you?” 

“Natasha, I just want you to shut up and get the hell away from my door” you try for a moment knocking on the door. “What?!” She shouts. “Go away!” 

“Wanda.” as soon as you say the word Wanda instantly reverses her wishes. “Princess?” 

“Yeah, it’s me, I didn’t know what was going on with you today, so I came to see if you were alright.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I just felt like shit after my watercolor class. I’m a horrible girlfriend, aren’t I?” Sounds like she started to tear up. Natasha only looks at you with a smug look this was proving her point about how dramatic Wanda is when sick and it was only the beginning. “No, of course not” you make a move to turn the knob, but Natasha stops you. “What are you doing? You can’t go in there; you’ll get sick too. And the germs will most likely spread out here and then I’ll get it too.” You had no idea Natasha was such a germaphobe. 

“So, you just want to leave her in there by herself without her properly being taken care of?” 

“No, I’m saying we need supplies first before we just open the door to that hazardous ass room.” 

“I heard that you bitch!” 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you; your congested nose is making it very hard to understand you SquidWard.” You pinch Natasha’s arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she rubs her arm. “For teasing her while she doesn’t feel good.” She scuffs. “Did you not just hear her calling me a bitch? And telling me to fuck off when I’m trying to check in on her?” 

“I’ll make sure she gets it too just when she’s better.” 

“Whatever, let’s go get these supplies.” While you took the liberty of ordering some flu medicine through DoorDash. Natasha goes into her room and comes out with two cans of disinfectant spray and two face masks. “You really are a germaphobe huh?” You smile playfully at her as you tease her. You were getting more comfortable with Natasha. Just being around her and having a chill conversation. “I am not! I’m trying to protect you from the sick.” You hum. “I appreciate it, I’m just messing with you. Though I really do think you are a germaphobe.” She brushes pass you and stands in front of Wanda’s door once again. 

She knocks on the door waits until you’re standing next to her and opens it this time. Her room is a mess. Tissues piled up in her trash can. Gatorade bottle on her nightstand. Her clothes and book bag just thrown out on the floor. Looks like she came straight home and flopped into bed. You find your girlfriend underneath the pile of blankets she still hasn’t removed herself from. “What are you guys doing in here? You’re going to get sick.” 

“Oh, shut up Squidward, we came-“ 

“You get out!” 

“Nat, just please don’t upset her even more, I’ll be fine.” She eyes you wearily and agrees. “Fine but you keep your mask on, no close contact and spray every so often. Got it?” she points a finger at you. “You have my word Captain germy.” She leaves the room. and you turn your full attention to the lump laying on the bed. 

“Baby, can you come out from underneath there?” she clutches the cover tighter. “No” she replies almost childlike. You round the bed to where she was laying. “You’re not gonna let me see your pretty face? I haven’t seen you all day.” She thinks on it for a moment before she rolls over to face you. she still doesn’t pull the blanket away from her face. 

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, and check in on you a little later then.” she whines from under the cover and quickly reveals herself from the cocoon. her eyes look tired, her nose is red and she’s breathing through her mouth heavy. even in this state she looked adorable all wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito. “Hi.” she says the word softly as she can but her tone in voice changed. “Hi, what’s going on with you? hm?” she looks up at you through irritated, watery eyes and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Did you take some medicine?” she shakes her head no. “I don’t want it, it’s nasty.” you ignore her childish response while touching her forehead with the back of your hand and quickly pulling away. “Wands you’re burning up why are under here?” you clench on to the blankets giving them a slight tug.

“Cold.” she grips the blankets tighter to keep you from stripping her from the warm wrap she’s made. you needed to get some medicine in her quickly, but you knew it would be a hassle to convince her to take it. “Okay, how about we get you in the shower to wash the ick off of you and then we can get some medicine in you and order some food?” 

“You shower with me?” you tilt your head at her, you don’t know if she was innocently asking you or if she was taking advantage of this opportunity. most likely both. “Sure, I’ll shower with you.” 

“And you give me cuddles?”  

“And I’ll give you cuddles.” Natasha would surely lock you in this room with Wanda after you broke her rules by not spraying, being close in contact and not keeping the mask on. “Mmkay deal.” she unravels the blanket and sniffles. 

“Let me go run the water and I’ll come back and help you, okay?” she nods and blows her nose into the tissue. while you were making sure the water was at the right temperature and that you had everything prepared so she wouldn’t be on her feet too long. Wanda stubbornly made her way into the bathroom with you and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Wands I thought I told you to stay in the room until I came back?” 

“I missed you, and I haven’t held you today.” she gives you a good squeeze. you laugh and unlink her arms from your waist. the heat coming from her body was unbelievable if you weren’t able to get her fever down you were definitely going to take her to the hospital.  “I missed you too, now come on let’s get you in the shower.” you wait for her to remove her clothes but she only stares at you. “what’s wrong?” 

“You said get ‘me’ in the shower. we’re supposed to shower together.” she childishly folds her arms and pouts. “We are but I have to put your sheets in the washing machine wands, I promise I’ll shower with you.” she eyes you cautiously and begins removing her clothes. she blushes when she catches you checking her out. “See if the water is at the right temperature for you, baby.” 

“Can we just skip this and go back to my bed to cuddle and skip the medicine part too?” she leans forward and wraps you in her arms once more. “Absolutely not, now get your butt in that shower.” she whines in the crook of your neck you lightly tap her butt to get her moving. she gasps from the contact. “You only want me to shower so you can touch my goodies. Are you taking advantage of me being sick princess?” she sends you a wide smile, good to know she was slowly getting back to herself. 

“You’re the one who wanted me to shower with you” you gasp defensively. “I don’t need to take advantage of you to see your goodies, you show them to me for free baby.” you laugh at her accusatory actions and place a kiss on her forehead. “Now, get your ass in the shower.” she does as she’s told finally getting under the water. you leave her to get everything else together. starting with her bed, emptying out her trash can, spraying the room with disinfectant. after you place the bedding in the washing machine Natasha alerts you that the medicine came and what should she order to eat.

 “I’ll ask Wanda when we’re done in the shower.” 

“Woah, wait a minute I thought I told you no contact.” 

“Nat, she looked like she was going to die of heat stroke. she was burning up. relax.” 

“Fine, but if I get sick.” she points her finger at you and walkaway. “You won’t”  

“Okay, I’m back” you find Wanda leaning on the cold tile of the shower wall. “Finally, now take your clothes off.” you don’t even scold her for her snappy tone you quickly take your clothes off and enter the shower. Wanda didn’t waste any time to hold you again. you left the water temperature warm to keep her comfortable, but you still needed to do something about that fever. you lean forward and turn the knob to cold water. she shrieks from the cold icy feeling and clutches on to you more.

“Whyy would you do that?” she whines in the crook of your neck squirming as you use more strength to hold her in place. “I’m sorry but we need to get your fever down, just a little longer, okay?” her teeth chatters as she nods her head. “C-cold now.” you turn the water back to a nice warm temperature to sooth her, you make note not to stay in here for much longer. the cold water was only a temporary fix for the fever. placing her head on your chest. “Is the steam helping with your nose?” she hums. “A little.” she lifts her head and stares intensely at you. “Can I have a kiss?” she moves her head forward hoping to catch your lips. 

“Are you crazy?” you dodge her and put some distance between you two. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” she holds your arms waiting for you to welcome her once more. you couldn’t resist her; she was really adorable. being all cute and needy today. so, you give her a kiss on her forehead, her cheeks, and place a final kiss on her nose. she places her head on your chest once again but this time she starts getting handsy. “Seriously wands?” you say, as she’s sliding her hands all over you and making sure to give your ass a good squeeze. “You know just because I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t get horny.” you giggle at her words. “Well, let’s hurry up so we can do something about that cold of yours.” you slot your leg between hers and guide her to grind against your thigh, she always gave you what you wanted, you had no problem returning the favor. she hums and groans softly as you bring her closer and closer to her relief. she doesn’t last long any way, Wanda was cumming within a few minutes of her grinding. this cold really had a hold on her stamina and her overall energy. “Thank you printsessa.” she looks up at you with dazed irises and that urges you to wrap things up here so she could lay back down and get off her feet. “You’re welcome baby.” you kiss her cheeks a few times before shutting the water off and wrapping her up in a towel.

“Don’t you feel a little better after your shower?” she hums wrapped up in her towel. you come back with different variations of clothing for her. “What do you want to wear?” she points to the Paramore t-shirt. “What else?” she points to the panties you had laid out for her. you wait for her to point to something else, but it never comes. “That’s it?” she hums confidently. you won’t question her choice she did have a fever and the chills, so she probably didn’t want too much clothing on like she did before. 

“Okay.” you help her put the clothing items on and focus on doing the same. wearing Wanda’s clothes of course got her throbbing but she wasn’t going to push again. Wanda tells you she wanted Ramen for dinner so you text Natasha from the room and she sends a thumbs up emoji. when you’re done cleaning the bathroom and putting on new clothes you lead Wanda out of the room and into the living room. you spot Natasha on the couch fumbling to place her mask back on her face at the sight of Wanda finally coming out of her room. 

“What the hell? a warning would’ve been nice ya know.” Wanda parts her lips to say a snarky remark but Natasha beats her to it while clutching the disinfectant can in her hand. “I swear if you say anything I’ll spray you. One word.” Wanda sits on the couch with a scowl on her face as she waits for you to sit next to her. “Nat leave her alone we’ll just make her wear a mask until the food gets here.” Wanda smiles victoriously and sticks her tongue out at Natasha. Natasha peeks over to see if you’re looking at them and when she sees that you’re preparing the small care package for Wanda she sprays the can right at Wanda. the fit of coughing is what gets you to turn around. “Wands are you okay? you need water?”

 “I think she’s fine; I think you should give her the medicine now though.” she smirks over her beer bottle getting actual payback at Wanda knowing just how much she hated oral medicine. Wanda furiously shakes her head. “I’m fine now, I don’t need it.” you tut at your girlfriend and bring the tray of water, Gatorade and medicine over to the coffee table. you shake the cough syrup and crack the seal. wanda squirms with each movement you make. especially when you actually pour the thick liquid into the plastic cup. she clamps her lips down tight when the plastic cup nears her face. “Come on you need to take it to get better. the sooner you take this the sooner you can get your cuddles.” she dodges each advance you take. “Please, for me?” you rub your thumb against her chin. you sit down on her lap hoping this would tip her over the edge to submit. 

“Can you open your mouth and take your medicine... for your princess?” you almost got her with the nickname. any other time she would have folded instantly but she really despised cough medicine, so she kept her lips shut tight. you huff after being denied again.

 Natasha comes up with a way to get Wanda to take the medicine. hopefully you would be up for it because part of this was for her own benefit. “Maybe you should give me some cuddles instead y/n, since Wanda is being a big baby and won’t take the medicine.” she smirks at Wanda’s panicked expression. she relaxes after a few seconds not believing that you would do it. Natasha gives you an encouraging look waiting for you to make your way over to where she was seated. this could actually work so you sit the plastic cup on the tray and walk over towards Natasha on the other end of the couch. dodging Wanda’s hands to grab you. 

Natasha opens her arms welcoming your warm body into hers. you pull away from Natasha when you hear a grunt and the stomp of Wanda’s foot on the floor. “Take it and I’ll come back to give you your cuddles.” She clenches her jaw as she watches you hold Natasha close. “You didn’t tell me how soft she was wands; I see why you keep her cooped up in that room.” she snuggles her face against yours. Wanda snatches the plastic cup off the table and throws it back like a shot. she grimaces and coughs dramatically. 

“I took it now, get over here and give my cuddles.” she pouts as she waits for you to return back to her. you turn towards natasha blinking blankly at her. “Uh nat.” she hums. “Hm?” she raises her brows in question. “Are you going to let go so I can go back to wands?” her eyes go wide not realizing the hold she had on you. “You sure you want to go back over there with that contagious monster?”  you laugh as you untangle yourself from Natasha. she had to fight back a whine that almost pushed through her as you left her on the couch. walking over to Wanda you smile at her. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?.” she pulls you forcefully on the couch and climbs on top of you. “Cuddles now.” she demands it now after she requested it earlier. 

you pull her head down on top of your chest and stroke her hair. after a few minutes the cuddles weren’t enough not after seeing you give what was hers away. she tugs at your hands. “What is it?” she lifts her head to look you in the eyes. tilting her head adorably. “I want butt rubs too.” she tugs on your hand once again and places it on her butt. 

you give her what she wants softly rubbing her butt she hums in satisfaction before she once again deems it not enough. she wants your hands on her skin. she wiggles on top of you, and you don’t know what she’s doing until she grabs your hand again and you feel the fabric of her panties. you halt your movements. and harshly whisper. “Wanda.” she whines in retaliation. she didn’t care about Natasha being a few feet away this was her time to be as needy as she wanted to be plus you owed her after giving her cuddles away. you can feel the eye of Natasha staring into you. curiosity gets the best of you and you peer over Wanda’s head to watch her. you mouth a ‘Sorry’ to her and she waves you off. 

“Don’t be.” she turns her attention back to the television and you follow suit. you get through the first half of the movie until the food arrives. after basically starving herself today Wanda built up quite the appetite, she slurped her ramen and stuffed her jaws full. not caring to eat cautiously. “Geez slow down.” Natasha scolds Wanda and her eating manners. she flips Natasha off in response. you grab her face when she’s done drinking the stock from the ramen. “Let me clean you up, you really do eat everything messy huh?” the words come out before you could stop and rephrase the sentence. Natasha raises an eyebrow and Wanda just bites her lip. sometimes it amazes you just how little effort it takes for you to turn her on.

“N-not like that! you two need to get your minds out of the gutter.” you feel the warmth grow to your face from the nervousness. “We didn’t say anything, that was all you and your horniness.” Natasha shrugs and goes back to eating her sushi. you turn to look at Wanda for backup she only shrugs her shoulder with Natasha. “Oh, don’t act like you’re so innocent y/n, these walls may be thick but there not that thick.” you gasp and launch a pillow at her. “You’re a perv.” you weren’t really upset with her about it because normally you shut down any advances Wanda tried on you while you knew Natasha was home. but that night there was no compromising with Wanda. Natasha shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip from her drink. 

“It’s not like I can just close my ears from the lewd noises.” That night of the party. even after everyone left you two were still going. Natasha spent all night with her fingers pumping deep within herself. you and Wanda went all night and so did she. partly because who the hell could get a good night’s rest with the outbursts coming from Wanda’s room and the main reason was that it was a turn on hearing your reaction. the dirty talk, the slapping of skin and the moans. you take a glance at Wanda as she leans her head on your shoulder. “And what’s your take on all of this?” she wraps her hands around your waist and turns towards Natasha. 

“Hope you enjoyed the show.” she turns back to eat more food but realizes she ate all her ramen, so she takes some of your sushi and stuffs her mouth. “Oh, I did, I enjoyed it a lot...Mommy.” Wanda chokes on the spicy tuna roll hearing that word and the mocking tone in Natasha’s voice. you gently pat Wanda’s back to stop the coughing and hand her a bottle of water to sooth her throat. you make sure to send Natasha a warning glare in return for continuing to tease her oddly enough you weren’t even embarrassed by the fact that Natasha heard you calling Wanda mommy or that Wanda referred herself as that while you two where in the bedroom.

“Okay, looks like my work here is done, I’m gonna go take a shower and wash the sick that Wanda has floating around in here now.” she gets up and gathering up her trash to throw it away and leaves the living room to take her shower. a cold one for sure. when Natasha leaves you and Wanda settle back into the couch cuddled up. she turns on a movie during the movie and her commenting on the plot she stops to look at you. you were on your phone and no doubt getting frustrated about something. “What’s wrong dekta?” you move your eyes away from the screen briefly before moving them back. “It’s Daisy, she’s been acting weird.” Wanda clears her throat and sits up, pulling away from you. “Acting weird how?” 

“I saw her today in the cafe and she just completely ignored me.” 

“Maybe she didn’t see you, or maybe she’s just really busy.” 

“Wanda I was standing right in front of her, and she actively tuned me out. then proceeded to leave after I sat down. like I should be the one that’s fed up. she’s the reason my damn laptop got fried and she didn’t even try to make up for it.” wanda rubs her hand on your back. “Hey, hey, breathe y/n, just forget about Daisy. obviously, she doesn’t care about you enough to not let what we have affect your friendship.” 

“It’s just not like her, even now when I tried to text her or send her a message, she has me blocked. on everything Wanda. like I’m the bad guy.”

 “You know what I think?” you hum as Wanda takes the phone from you and sits it on the coffee table. “I think Daisy is jealous. jealous that you’re with me and she’s using the excuse of what happened in the cafe as a way to make you feel guilty. just forget her. she doesn’t deserve your time. she isn’t a real friend.” on the outside Wanda was just being a concerned and loving girlfriend but, on the inside, she was jumping with excitement that daisy did as she was told and stayed away from you like Wanda ordered her to. Daisy wasn’t that heartless to stop talking to you just because you chose to pursue a relationship with Wanda over her. would she be disappointed? yes, but she would’ve still been your friend. Here you were basically heartbroken over Daisy ending your friendship. Here you were thinking that she was just being an asshole who couldn’t take rejection when in reality she only avoided you for her safety. She only avoided you because of Wanda. 

“That doesn’t sound like her, something else must be going on with her, I know her Wanda and this isn’t her.” Wanda was quick to come up with a response hoping this would get you to drop the daisy situation and finish the night off with more cuddles and movies. “Sometimes you think you really know a person and they turn out to be a total stranger, maybe this is one of those times and sometimes people just change.” she shrugs her shoulders and gently caresses the wrinkle between your eyes. 

“Baby?” she taps her thumb against your cheek to regain your full attention again seeing you still lost in thought.

“Hm?” 

“You still never told me your favorite color.” that was random, but she really wanted to know, she still hasn’t fulfilled her fantasy yet because of it. “You won’t let that one go, will you?” she shakes her head. “No, now what’s your favorite color?” 

“I don’t have one.” you reply back nonchalantly and hold back the smirk that was fighting against you. “I don’t believe you.” she narrows her eyes at you. “I’m serious, I like all the colors.” she hums “That’s really gay princess.” 

“Shut up.” you boop the tip of her nose. Wanda rolls her eyes and huffs. “You made me wait this long just to tell me you didn’t have a favorite color?” you shrug your shoulders not offering her much more other than an adorable giggle she always wants to hear.

 “Ask me a question.” you think on it for a minute trying to come up with something good. before you asked this question you needed to know that she would answer it. “You promise to answer it?” she sits up now curious to know what you’re going to ask her. she agrees anyway. “I promise.” you pull her back down on top of you turning your neck to look down at her as you ask the question. 

“What’s your middle name?” she flops her head in the crook of your neck and groans. “Noo anything but that, I get enough of Nat pestering me about it.” Wanda refused to even tell her best friend about it and swore Pietro to secrecy. Natasha found out about it anyway beating it out of Pietro, but she still gloated to Wanda about knowing her middle name. maybe now if you get her to crack, she can say she knew before you just to tease you and Wanda. 

“You said you would answer my question, you made a promise. what’s so bad about your middle name?” 

“I don’t like it.” she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me then I’ll think of somethin-” she mumbles the word so low you couldn’t even hear her even with her on top of you. “What was that?” she takes a deep breath and says the word again louder and clearer. “My middle name is Django.” she curls in on herself but you’re quick to reassure her with a kiss to the cheek that turn her red instantly. “What was that for?” she asks while touching the cheek your lips just graced her. “I like it.” 

“Really?” 

“Mmhm, its different, unique, and it’s sexy.” you whisper the last word by the shell of her earlobe gently biting down on it and giving it a slight tug. “Just like you.” the moan and hitched breath you receive in return had you smiling from ear to ear. “Down girl.” she pouts at you teasing and denying her. “You can’t say things like that and not expect me to pounce on you.” she pouts and rolls her eyes in an annoyed manner. you only laugh at her reaction. “And you think it’s funny to tease me? Just wait until I feel better.” you tap her butt and pull her closer. “Oh? and what are you going to do to me when you get better?” she groans as she watches you tease her once more with your expression this time. “Stopp, you know what you’re doing.” you kiss her cheek, and her pout is gone instantly. “Well, I guess I should watch out for when you do get better huh?” 

“All I’ll say is there will be zip ties involved.” that gets the smug teasing smile to be wiped off of your face. “What?” she only smiles in victory and lays her head back on your chest. when you keep asking her for more elaboration, she turns your face back to the television screen.

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Somewhere during the movie marothon Natasha returns from her room, you wanted to ask her if she was alright since she’s been gone for a long time. but seeing as how she looked calm, relaxed and refreshed you brush it off. she even sat closer to you Wanda this time and shared snacks with you guys. engaging in conversation about the plot and the characters. this was new you haven’t had that much time to spend with Natasha even though she lived here. Wanda was always dragging you into her room or the two of you were rushing out of the door going on spontaneous, adventurous dates and just spending time together.

you sit up with Wanda still on your chest, ignoring her disapproving noises of you shifting and moving to check your phone for the time. “Babe, I have to get going before it gets too dark.” as expected she groans and whines after hearing that you were leaving her. you shift to lift Wanda on the other seat of the couch she grabs your arm before you can move away from her. “Stay.” you add multiple kisses to her forehead to ease the denial she was about to receive. “I can’t tonight baby, Nat will look after you and make sure you’re comfortable, okay?” 

“She’s gonna leave me for dead please, don’t go I’ll starve, I’ll die from lack of affection.” you tap Wanda’s arm. “That’s not anyway to talk about your best friend and the person whose gonna look after you while your sick baby.” contrary to what anybody says you think Natasha is actually soft underneath her hard exterior. she huffs and mumbles a “fine” under her breathe. you turn you attention to Natasha after hearing Wanda’s approval. “Okay, she takes the medicine every four hours, check on her temperature every so often just to make sure her fever doesn’t go back to how it was before, and I’ll check in later to make sure she’s still alive.” you give Natasha a pointed look near the end of your sentence knowing she would totally let Wanda suffer a little bit just from the bickering they did earlier today. 

“Relax, I’ll take care of sickie here.” she holds Wanda tighter on the couch, crazy how she was such a paranoid germ police earlier and now she’s comfortable enough to not only sit next to Wanda but hold her in a cuddle. you remove the clothes you borrowed from Wanda and put your fresh clothes back on after retrieving them from the dryer. you walk back to the living room to give Wanda a final goodbye. “I’ll check in on you later alright? and please take your medicine it’s to help you get better.” you needed to remind her knowing once you left Watasha would have a tough time trying to get Wanda to take the medicine. “Fine.” you lean down to hug Wanda she doesn’t think it’s enough to satisfy her, so she pulls you closer to her. you flop down on top of her and Natasha. 

“Kisses to feel better?” you tilt your head at her trying to con you out of giving her kisses. you oblige giving her quick pecks to her cheek. Natasha clears her throat from underneath Wanda. “Do I get kisses as well? or do I have to have a cold?” Wanda scuffs. “Fuck off, you already got her to cuddle you today when they were meant for me. Get your own girlfriend.” Natasha rolls her eyes at Wanda; Natasha came up with a great plan to help her bestie down the medicine. she was looking after her wellbeing after all. 

“I’m just saying it once again if I get sick, Y/n is gonna play nurse for me.” she shrugs her shoulders not caring about the dirty look Wanda was giving her. Wanda has had enough of the teasing today especially since she was horny beyond belief, and you wouldn’t touch her or let her get off with you being here. she’s gonna have to wait now. Wanda didn’t masturbate as much as she used to unless you were really busy with schoolwork. you two would settle for phone sex or just doing things on facetime. 

Wanda swats Natasha with the couch pillow with force behind every hit. you have to step in to snatch the pillow from her. “Stop, baby. Let Natasha help and try not to kill each other please!” you give her one last kiss before giving Natasha a warning glare about teasing Wanda so much. Natasha shows her hands in surrender and agrees to ease up on the teasing. you say your farewell s and make your way to your dorm room. Natasha was still going to tease Wanda and now more than before since you were gone. 

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As promised you facetime Natasha to check in and instantly see chaos erupting. with Natasha out of breath chasing Wanda around the apartment. “Wanda, I swear to god! if you don’t sit down and take this medicine.” you cover your mouth to stifle the laugh. “Y/n, she’s not listening permission to just knock her out?” you hear Wanda’s voice hitch she didn’t know Natasha called you she kept threatening to do it but never fell through. she tries to snatch the phone from Natasha but fails. “Princess, come back please! she’s so fucking mean and rude.” she bumps into Natasha so she can see your face on the screen. 

“Baby.” you finally speak after holding your laughter in. she hums in response and nibbles on her lips. “Yes?” she looked better than she did earlier today, but you can tell she’s still not one hundred percent. “Stop giving Natasha a hard time and take the medicine.” she cringes just from the thought of it. she parts her lips to answer you, but she gets distracted from actually taking a good look at you and the screen. “What are you wearing dekta?” you pinch your brows before looking down at yourself, you had on a camisole, but it was enough for her to get turned on from it, you lift the phone at a higher angle cutting off Wanda’s view of your hardened nipples through the thin material. “Don’t try to change the subject take the damn medicine.”  

“Show me your nipple and I’ll take it.” her sweet, adorable smile turned into a mischievous one within a second. Natasha just stands by in amusement, she most definitely wouldn’t complain if you flashed your nipple over the phone. you scuff at her trying to bargain with you in this way, and you weren’t going to entertain it. “Bye Wanda, take the medicine.” you hang the phone up. ten minutes later your phone lights up with Wanda’s name. you smile to yourself knowing she took the medicine. you end up on facetime until she gets sleepy and tired. you watch her sleep after the many times you’ve called her a creep for doing the same thing to you. your girlfriend might be a wild card and unpredictable, but you loved that about her. 

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Walking from the lecture hall you switch modes when you feel hands roam your body, knowing your girlfriend was sick in bed this gave you the incentive to put all your strength in the slap you gave to the perverted person. you double back when you hear the voice yell out in pain. “Ouch what the fuck!” 

“Wanda? why would you do that I thought you were some random person.” you swat at her in frustration. she huffs in pain as she holds her face. “Yeah, obviously.” you pull her hands away from her face to inspect the damage. her face was red, but you don’t know if it’s from the cold fall weather or the slap. you’ll go for the latter. 

“Don’t get mad at me, aren’t you supposed to be at home? in bed? resting?” you poke her with your finger with each word that comes out of your mouth. she moves her eyes towards the sky and feigns innocence. “No.” you lean your head to the right in a ‘really’ position. “What? I feel better, see? don’t I look sexy again?” she motions to her body with her hands. 

“You always look sexy.” her playful manner falters. “Liar, I looked horrible the other day.” you pin her against the wall planting kisses on her face as she giggles. “Take it back, right now.” Wanda being Wanda she was stubborn and was not going to fold easily. you tickle her armpit and hold her down as she squirms more. “Ah! ok ok I take it back; I take it back!” you stop your tickle attack and smile at her with confidence. 

“Cheater.” she glares at you for using her weakness against her in public. you fix the beanie on her head, properly pulling it down over her ears, she was still recovering from that cold. “Don’t pout, c’mon let me buy you a milkshake.” you bite you lip and swing Wanda’s hand back and forth waiting for her to accept your mini date request. Wanda never let you pay for things on the dates you two have been on the last month, she’s not opposed to you buying anything for her, but she loves giving you things it’s a love language of hers. 

“What if I buy you a milkshake?” you pretend to think on it knowing you weren’t going to let her win this time you don’t even answer her, you pick her up and place her over your shoulder. “Nope! I’m buying my demon baby a milkshake. and that’s final.” 

“Princess put me down!” she yelps out in surprise and clings to your jacket hoping you wouldn’t drop her. she was still a little weak from getting sick.

“Okay, we’re definitely signing you up for WWE why the hell are you so strong?” you laugh placing her back on her own two feet and slap her butt. “Shut up, so since you’re feeling better you wanna go to the drive-in with us tonight? me, Yelena and Kate?” she shakes her head declining your offer. “No, we can go to the drive-in, we’re not sharing a car with them I want you all to myself.” part of it was true but it was also the fact that Kate and Wanda still had unsettled tension. 

“You’re so difficult you know that? you could’ve just said yes.”

“Where’s the fun in that? Now come on I believe you owe me a milkshake my love.” she eagerly pulls your arm as she leads you to her car.

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Everyone decided to meet up at the drive-in. you were apprehensive only because of the movie hey were showing tonight. you hated horror films most of the time you could tolerate certain things, like jump scars. seeing gory dead people, demons and creatures frightened you. you sit in the passenger seat hands linked with Wanda’s. your anxiety was through the roof with anticipation. you know it’s coming and yet when the demon pops up on the screen you still jump and clench onto Wanda tighter. she notices but doesn’t say anything loving the feeling of you being needy for her touch or comfort to sooth you, she vows to hold you in her arms the rest of the movie when you get scared again but you beat her to the punch when you get so scared you leap on to her lap honking the horn in the process. all eyes were on you and Wanda in her car for a moment before everyone went back to watching the screen or doing other things. 

“Hey, you okay princess?” she chuckles and holds your head as you burry your face in her shirt. “It’s not funny asshole.” you snap back at her, not in an offensive way just an irritated and embarrassed way. “Sorry, do you want to leave?” she looks to you with concern now, if this movie was truly too much for you, she would start this car immediately and take you wherever you wanted to go, there was no limit when it came to you. “No, I’m not a punk I can finish the movie and how are you not getting scared from this shit? seriously feel my heartbeat.” she laughs at your mini rant. 

“I don’t get scared easily dorogoy.” she places her hand over your heart and slowly pulls you forward into a slow and tender kiss. the soft feeling of her lips, the way your tongues meshed together, and just the familiar feeling you’ve gotten used to makes your senses overload. you find yourselves into a heated make out session, still slow but with much more intensity. Wanda could only hold off so long with her hand still resting over your heartbeat, her hand drifts down to squeeze your breast. the shocking touch sent warm vibrations throughout your body and once again made you hit the steering wheel honking the horn. “Shit! my bad.” you turn towards the window and apologize to the other cars in the close proximity. 

“you’re so jumpy tonight why don’t you go take a walk and get us some snacks?” she kisses your neck as she waits for an answer. “Are you trying to get rid of me?” you probably needed some fresh air hopefully that would help you to finish the movie all the way through. “No, never. This will give you an excuse to leave and not have to watch the next few scenes. I can just tell you what happened.” you had a bet with Yelena that you could stay the whole night and tell her what happened in the movie. “Okay, what kind of snacks do you want?” she hums in thought for a few seconds. “Something salty, I have something sweet already.” she nips at you lip and quickly soothes over the stinging sensation. 

“Smooth, real smooth if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get in my pants.” your knowing tilt your head at her. “Aren’t I always?” she kisses you again and hands you a stack of cash to buy whatever you wanted at the snack bar. 

“I’m gonna make a quick restroom break and then I’ll be right back with snacks.” you lean over her to open the car door receive a smack to your butt on the way out and Wanda telling you not to take too long. you left the car just in time when Wanda actually jumped from a gruesome scene playing out on the giant screen. Wanda was just that lucky knowing you would tease her and never let her live it down when she’s always giving you the ‘I don’t get scared of anything.’ vibes. everything always worked in her favor.

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Taking a quick look at the snack line it was a little bit of a wait, so you head to the restroom. coming out of the stall and washing your hands you feel a figure standing next to you. slowly peeking up beside you, you quickly turn back to the sink putting more haste and quickness in your movements. 

“Hello, y/n.” Jean leans against the sink waiting on you to respond. “Oh, you remembered my name this time?” 

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you grab some paper towels to dry your hands off and Jean still lingers by the sink watching you intensely. you exhale deeply and turn around to face Jean. “Did you need something?” she hums in satisfaction. “Actually, yes! glad you asked. I’m just wondering when you’re going to see Wanda’s true colors?” she tilts her head curiously as her eyes roam over you. 

“Look I know she’s a little mean and pushy but she’s not a horrible person. So what else you got?” you lean against the sink waiting to see what kind of excuse and reason she would come up with.

“I’m telling you that you really don’t know her, and what she’s capable of. Can you really truly be with her when you find out how she really is? I know I can, one hundred percent, I don’t care how she is to other people but you, you have morals and expectations for her. I love her unconditionally; can you say the same?” you were getting upset with her talking about Wanda in this manner like she was around long enough to even have a conversation with Wanda. Hell, she didn’t even have the privilege of pillow talk with Wanda. Now she was talking about love?? she loved wanda? this was beyond her just upset about being dropped from Wanda’s beck and call. this was obsession, she was obsessed with Wanda and now you by association.

“Love? What do you know about love? You don’t even know her outside of her using you for a quick fuck. Are you really that far gone in the head that you can’t understand that Wanda wants no part of you? she’s not interested in you. you were nothing but a quick nut for her. move on. you’re way too smart to be acting like this Jean.” 

“I never thought you’d have such a filthy mouth. if you thought I was just a quick fuck you’re out of your mind.” you chuckle and fold your arms against your chest. “Well, I guess I’m out of my fucking mind because who has Wanda waiting for them outside right now? it’s definitely not you, the quick fuck.” you step closer to her with confidence and determination written in your eyes Jean mirrors you every step, backing away from you. 

“Who practically lives at Wanda’s apartment? has she bought you anything? helped you study? and who’s going to meet her parents when we go on break? Me! her girlfriend. you send her a tight-lipped smile in return. “Jean we’ve been together for a month now, she’s not going anywhere I literally have her wrapped around my finger.”

“How long until she gets bored of you? that’s her game. she stops at nothing to get what she wants, and when she no longer wants it anymore, she drops you.” part of you felt bad for Jean. no one should feel this way. Wanda never lied to her about what they were right? everyone knew she wasn’t the relationship type even you, but you understood because much like everyone else on campus you still wanted her attention, and you had it for a split second before she forgot about you and gave all the attention you thought was meant for you to Jean.

“Like I said, you don’t know her. whatever, Wanda you had, is not the same one that’s sitting out there waiting for me.” you point at the door starting to get annoyed with this conversation, you just wanted to watch the movie with your girlfriend in her car and possibly fuck in the front seat later, this was not on your schedule plan. Jean parts her lips for another come back and you no longer want to hear what she’s saying so you head for the restroom door.

“You don’t know her either.” you stop in front of the door hand on the door handle. Jean has her hand placed against the door keeping your from leaving and bringing her cellphone into your line of sight. seeing them and hearing the voice of your girlfriend and your best friend arguing over whether or not to tell you the truth. your friend Kate Bishop sold you out for drugs. Was her need for them really that strong that she would throw away your friendship for it? She obviously proved to you that it was, because if it wasn’t, if she was a true friend to you, she wouldn’t have done this. And Wanda was just as sick for toying with Kate’s emotions. You feel sick, sick to your stomach at feeling like nothing but an object and the price? Your value was the equivalent of a few bags of weed and Xanax pills. You feel stupid, after the nights you two shared you thought maybe you misunderstood Wanda as a person. she went through a lot but that didn’t excuse this. She’s exactly who you thought she was. You were played, not only by Wanda but by someone you considered family. Jean takes pride in seeing you distraught and sad. “Like I said, you don’t know her.” she leaves it at that and exits the restroom all together. you take a moment to calm yourself and process everything that happened. you storm out of the bathroom and make your way back to the car. 

Wanda sees you returning to the car empty handed and with a not so energetic look on your face. when you open the car door and sit in the passenger seat facing Wanda, she questions you. “Y/n? What’s wrong? What happened to the snacks?” Just the sound of her voice fills your body with rage stark contrast to how it made you feel moments before everything was revealed. Wanda doesn’t know what’s going on. “Did I do something?” You want to see if she had any kind of sympathetic emotions about what’s she done. If she’ll come clean without going too much into detail. “I don’t know did you?” you shift in your seat and turn your body all the way to fully face her. She just stares at you giving you a questioning look about what was going on with you. “Right, that’s expecting too much from you.” you scuff and grab your bag from the dashboard. 

“What are you talk-“she grasps your hand before you can fully exit the car. she couldn’t even finish asking you what the hell was going on before you snatched your hand from her grip.

“I just had an interesting conversation with Jean.” 

“Jean? Why the hell are you talking to her? Is she stalking you or something?” honestly Wanda was sick and tired of her always being in the middle of your relationship, Wanda didn’t have many regrets, but Jean was one of them. she wished she left her alone, she wished she’d stuck to the one and done rule, and most of all she wishes she ended up with you that night at the party.

“I’m going to ask you this once. Do you have something to tell me?” 

“Other than I love what you have on and can’t wait to take it off?” she tries to make light of the situation, trying to bring back the energy that was once in this car before you left to get snacks. this was not the time to be playful this was serious, and she couldn’t see it when its practically written all over your face!

“Fuck you.” you exit the car and slam her car door.

“What the fuck?” Wanda scrambles to open the door and catch up with you, she didn’t know what hell was going on with you. you were just fine moments ago. she pulls you back by your arm and turns you around to face her.

 “Tell me what’s upsetting you dorogoy. what kind of lie did that jealous, obsessed, bitch say to you? Let me know so that I can reassure you.” her anxiety level was higher than it’s ever been in this moment right now. she starts to calm down more as you allow her to get closer to you this time. “She’s not the one lying and playing mind games this time Wanda, it’s you.” The frustrated teary-eyed look you give her is enough for her to put the pieces together about what you’re talking about. She didn’t think this would happen. She was too caught up with just being with you that actually telling you the truth was put in the back of her mind the further you two got closer. 

“I know. I know about everything. About your arrangement with Kate.” Wanda was going to ruin Jean’s life. How did she even find out about the arrangement she and Kate had? Wanda was going to need a miracle to get out of this one without facing the consequences of her actions. all the warmth and heat Wanda had throughout her body was now drained just from hearing you say those words. Her first reaction was to come clean about everything, but Wanda was still trying to justify herself and save face. “What arrangement? I don’t know what she’s talking about, she’s lying baby.” You couldn’t believe her; she was still lying to you. 

“You’re going to lie to my fucking face even more? I saw and I heard with my own eyes Wanda! That night at the apartment Kate was going tell me everything and you lied telling her you would be the one to tell me the truth.” 

“Baby I’m telling yo-” you gave her no room to shoot more lies from her lips. Wanda flinches from the snappy and harsh tone you give her. “Don’t insult my fucking intelligence, Wanda.” 

“Can you please just-“ you slapped her, were you regretful about it? no, not at all. in this moment you felt like she deserved it. you feel stupid. embarrassed, and weak. Wanda clutches her face with her jaw dropped and her anxiety raising with each passing second you stare into her. “I saw and heard everything; Jean recorded the conversation you had with Kate.” Jean was right you really didn’t know Wanda. one month down the drain.

spotting the commotion from her car Yelena was quick to run over to you and be the backup you needed if thing escalated any further. Kate follows behind her no matter how much she wants to hide in the trunk or the back seat of a car, she knew this would come to the light sooner or later just not a whole month going by. every time she thought about just telling you she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Stepping in front of you Yelena shields you from Wanda’s grasp. “Is there a problem Y/n/n?” Yelena doesn’t take her eyes off of Wanda as she asks the question.

“Yes, we’re fine now can you let us finish our conversation?” Wanda steps forward to resume the talk between you two but Yelena blocks Wanda’s attempt again. “Y/n why don’t you go wait by my car.” you nod and walk away not sparring Wanda another glance. you walk past Kate not even giving her the time of day, you couldn’t even look at her right now. what Wanda did was fucked up but at the end of the day she didn’t really owe you any loyalty, not like Kate did. that was your best friend, your family, you thought she’d have your back through any and everything and yet she practically gave you away to get high.

Each step Wanda took Yelena mirrored it with ease she was very protective of you she was gracious enough to give Wanda a warning and she still managed to fuck it up. “Yelena, move out the way you don’t even know what’s going on.”  Wanda needed to catch up with you so that you could hear her out. yes, she used Kate’s weakness against her but it for a greater cause not to mention it was harmless it was just a little detail about your class schedule and getting you to the right place at the right time. how couldn’t you see that she didn’t do this out a malicious intent at least not with Kate. Wanda was never going to actually do all of those things to Kate she was just so gullible to believe it. was it a dick move? yes but it was just a bunch of empty threats. Now Daisy was a different story she was actually competition that needed to be eliminated, Wanda wanted you so bad she didn’t care about how she ended up with you. Now she wishes she took a different approach.

 “I know my best friend just walked away angry and crying so quite frankly that’s all I need to know about the situation. I told you what would happen if you hurt her.” Yelena floors Wanda to the concrete ground with a swift leg sweep. She basically punches first and asks questions later, if she even cared enough to ask, but this was you, so she’d definitely be snuggled up to you later asking for details on what happened. 

“What the fuck?” Wanda yells out from the pain. A crowd of people forming around them as they both go blow for blow on the ground a few feet away from you. “What did you do? I’m not going to ask you again Wanda.” Wanda put up a good fight, but Yelena was far too trained to be taken down by Wanda. “Are you insane? you don’t even know what happened you psycho!” Wanda throws a punch of her own that connected to Yelena’s face.  

You’re too enraged yourself to actually take sight of what’s happening around you at the moment on focused on the anger, hurt, and a sadden Kate in front of you. “Y/n, can you slow down please and talk to me, please.” she grabs your hand hoping it would stop your fast paced walking. you quickly turn around to face her snatching your hand away from her in the process. “Now you want to talk? you had a month! you had a month to tell me what the hell was going on. you had a month and just the fact that you would even do that to me! a few bags of weed and xanax....was that all our friendship was worth? was that all I was worth to you?” your voice raised in volume alerting everyone else in the parking lot.

“Y/n/n” just the sadness in her eyes made you angry what the fuck was she sad about? She wasn’t the one being pimped out for drugs you were! Before she could muster up any excuse the loud contact from the slap to her face stops whatever bullshit lie was going to fall from her lips. she gets the courage to attempt her apology again which only furthers your anger before you know it you and Kate find yourselves in a struggle of power. bumping into parked cars until finally you both ended up on the ground. Wanda and Yelena are rolling around on the ground. The same time you and Kate roll around on the ground. Natasha and Pietro finally push through the sea of people, and they don’t know which fight to break up first. Natasha goes to pull Yelena off of Wanda and Pietro pulls you off of Kate. 

When Yelena finally pulls her enraged eyes away from Wanda, she looks to find Kate scuffed and bloody. “Bishop, what did you do? Why did y/n-” Kate only shakes her head. unable to say the words especially in front of a crowd of people. the only thing Yelena can come up with is that Wanda cheated on you with Kate, because of her reputation but also because she’s never seen you lay a hand on Kate, not in this way, not to physically hurt her. Yelena would find out about everything later if you wished to talk about things tonight, if not she wouldn’t push you. after having a multiple person staring contest, she takes the initiative to check in on you. 

“You want me to take you back home?” you nod before grabbing your bag off of the ground. Yelena waits for you to start moving but you don’t. Kate speaks up for the first time since she tried to explain herself. “You were my ride; can you drop me off?” Yelena looked at you for a brief moment trying to see if you would silently give her an indication on you repatching things up Kate. Yelena didn’t know about anything that went down but she can tell that you just want to go home. 

“Natasha, can you give Kate a ride back home please?” she looks past her best friend and towards her sister, when she receives a head nod in response, she focuses back on you and getting you back to the comfort of your room. Wanda tries to free herself from the hold Pietro and Natasha has on her on the ground. it wasn’t until she saw you taking steps away from her that she started to go back into panic mode.

“Y/n?” Pietro holds her down with more strength. “No sestra, that’s enough for one night we need to get some ice on your face.” she’s not listening still trying to be set free, it isn’t until Natasha speaks that she finally relaxes.

“Give her some time to cool off Wands, she doesn’t look like she’s in the mood to talk things out tonight.” her eyes water but she nods and agrees to stay in her spot and wait for Pietro to come back with some ice. Natasha really wants to know what the hell went on for this to happen. she’s never seen you so upset, and Yelena was furious without even knowing what went down, Wanda can only imagine how she’ll react when she gets all the details. security comes over to tell everyone to leave the premises before they call the cops to arrest everyone involved. that’s when the crowd disperses with ease going back to their cars as if nothing happened.

Wanda spits blood from her mouth, stands on her feet and sends you an apologetic look just before you fully turned your back on her. an apologetic look you weren’t interested in seeing. maybe you were being too sensitive about what happened. maybe it showed how badly she wanted to be with you but on the other hand if she was willing to do this just to get the time of day what else was she capable of doing? how far would she go? what else has she done behind your back? Wanda didn’t lie when she said she didn’t scare easily. Key word being ‘easily’. everyone is scared of something, but in this moment, Wanda wasn’t scared. For the first time in her life Wanda could truly say she was terrified. She was terrified of losing you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #stoner!wanda #favors au #wanda maximoff x femreader

[polutrope]

bittersweet memories + uhh turgon or finrod?

Thank you for the prompt! Here's ~850 words of plotless banter between old friends. Warnings for a little recreational cannabis use. Stoner Turgon is so important to me. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list. Beleria Cast of Characters.

They passed through the blue light tunnel and emerged onto a wide open space. Here, the leafless trees were girded in twinkling green and red and gold, garlands of handmade lanterns strung between them. Illuminated wire sculptures of bears and wolves and reindeer glowed among the thick cedar trunks that stood sentinel around Doriath Botanical Gardens.

“Hey,” said Finrod, grinning at the exuberant display of holiday cheer. “Remember when you got me high that time we took my parents here?”

“Best way to do a festival of lights,” Turgon mused, deadpan. He sipped from the hot apple cider they’d picked up at the concession.

Finrod laughed. “I don’t know, I was freaking out. Remember I kept tying to comfort you, thinking you were crying when you were laughing? Hah! And my little sister was there too, wasn’t she? She was what, eight? Nine? She must have thought we were nuts.”

“Galadriel at nine? She probably knew exactly what was going on. Your dad knew, too, by the way.”

“What!” Finrod cried.

“Yeah, he called me out on it when you went and stared at the Santa actor for so long some poor volunteer had to escort you out. He thought it was funny, mostly.”

The path rounded a corner and they were greeted by the smiling face and raised arm of a giant mechanical snowman swaying from side-to-side.

“Yikes,” said Turgon. “That thing’s ugly.”

“Surprised my parents let me hang out with you then,” said Finrod, following the thread of his memories. “Seventeen-year-old kid with his cousin in university.”

“Excuse me. I was a very good influence. ”

“I’m surprised you let me hang out with you.”

Turgon shrugged. “You were always more interesting than the guys I went to school with. You got me out of my textbooks to do fun things, like going the light festivals. Smarter, too. Actually, I thought you were cooler than me.”

“Aw.” Finrod bumped shoulders with him. “That’s sweet, Turno. Didn’t know you thought so highly of me.”

“Oh, no. Back then. You’re a loser now.”

Finrod sighed heavily and knotted his arms across his chest.

“Hey— a joke, Ingo,” Turgon said, then looked down at him with that expression of concern that Finrod always found both reassuring and insufferably patronising. “Something up?”

“No, you have a point,” Finrod elaborated. “That was ten years ago, Turno, and what’s changed? I have two worthless arts degrees. Soon as I make any money I blow it trying to go ‘find myself’ in some distant land. I’ve worked in almost every coffee shop in the neighbourhood at this point. I’m still hung up on a girl I left five years ago. Pretty sure my roommate hates me.”

“Curufin hates everyone. Unless you mean Celebrimbor. That kid’s just weird.”

“No, of course not! I love Tyelpë.”

“There you go. It’s not all as grim as you make it out.”

“Oh come on, you know what I mean. You’re married to the love of your life. You have a beautiful daughter. You’re almost a professor.”

“Yeah, I do. And I love them, and I love my job. But I hardly sleep. I hardly spend any time with Elenwë or Idril anymore, and when I do my sister and her kid are there — I love Aredhel, I love my sulky little nephew, but they take up a lot of space. This is the first time I’ve been somewhere other than the university or my apartment in months. And do you know what postdocs make? Probably about the same as you’re earning at that coffee shop.” Turgon sipped his drink again. “Grass is always greener, Ingo.”

Finrod shook his head ruefully. “Sorry, I know.”

“It’s all right. I get it.” Turgon hooked an arm around Finrod’s shoulders and tugged him close. “You remember what granddad use to say?”

“You’ll figure it out, kid,” said Finrod.

“And then you’ll forget,” Turgon continued, mimicking Finwë’s sagacious drawl. “And then you’ll figure it out all over again.”

“That’s what keeps life from getting boring,” they said in unison.

At that moment, there was a burst of song, and to their right a fountain leapt up from the centre of the pond. Turgon stopped in his tracks, transfixed by the impressive choreography of light and water and sound.

“Ingo.” Turgon turned to him during a lull in the music. “I gotta tell you something.”

“Mm?”

“I’m high right now.”

“What! Tsk!” Finrod slapped his arm and Turgon snickered. Then he slid a small, colourful bag from his coat pocket.

“Gummies,” he said, opening the package. “You want one? They’re subtle, not like that stuff I used to smoke.”

“Gummies?” Finrod repeated. “You’re a gummy stoner now?”

“Shh.” Turgon chuckled. “I’m only a casual gummy user. You gonna take one or not?”

Finrod worked his fingers in the bag. “Of course I am,” he popped one in his mouth. “I can’t believe you were going to hide this from me.”

“I thought you might think I was a loser.” A carefree smile reached Turgon’s eyes. “Come on, fellow loser, let’s see some more lights — this time with a hundred percent more pop.”

#finrod #turgon #holiday prompts #beleria au #modern au #my fic

[erraticalart]

Heavy and Medic Switch

Basically, how I view Heavy and Medic’s intimate relationship in a nutshell.

This was sort of based on a post that I heavenly agreed on but I also wanted to put my two cents in here. This is gonna be a long post about my journey with this couple.

https://www.tumblr.com/the-sound-of-progress/719703522999959552/i-just-wanna-say-youre-completely-changing-the?source=share

Let me explain: 

There has been a silly little debate about what activities Heavy and Medic do behind closed doors, especially their roles/positions. 

On one hand, there’s Team Heavy: he’s big, strong, and intimidating. He can rock your world (as well as your bed). On the other hand, there’s Team Medic: he’s professional, insane, and sadistic. He can take your breath away (as well as your virginity). 

Team Heavy has been there since the very beginning since he’s viewed and portrayed as the more “masculine” and “dominating” man. He may know a thing or two about sex (or not since Heavy spent most of his life in the Gulag, idk). 

Throughout the years, Team Medic has been sprinkled in from time to time since he may have more experience in this field (or not since he may be focused on his experiments, idk). He’s got a few tricks up his sleeves and may be skilled with techniques. 

Anyways, I’ve seen and heard from both sides, so I’ll tell you a thing or two from my experience.

When I first got into TF2 and was interested in HeavyMedic, I assumed that Heavy was like the oldest merc just because of his voice, height, and strength. (I’m stupid to think that’s what it means to be old and how they should be.) I was then wrong to find out that it may be either Spy or Medic (idk which tho). But I thought that it was a pretty interesting dynamic to have a serious, tall younger man and a crazy, shorter older man in a relationship and I think that’s pretty cute. 

Now when it came to same-sex relationships in smut art or fanfics, most people prefer the older masculine man to top since it’s more hotter, I guess. Back then, I enjoyed it but whenever I see or read a fanfic where it’s the opposite, I love it even more and I wasn’t sure why. Is it because the dominant one gets a taste of his own medicine or is it because I enjoy the reactions he gives or even both? I thought it was because the younger one finally gets to have a go at it. And ever since then, I clinged on to it and preferred it even more than the norm or majority.

And like I said, when I got into HeavyMedic, I was Team Medic, because I thought that Heavy is older and I wanted Medic to top (until I realized I was stupid). Ok, Heavy is younger and topping Medic so that means I enjoy it, right? Well... yes and no. Yes, because it was interesting to read and I enjoyed reading it, and no, because... well... I hate to say this but... 

It just gets repetitive.

I then ask myself, “What’s wrong? Why don’t I enjoy it as much as I used to anymore?” Is it because Heavy is bigger? Stronger? More masculine? Just what is it? Or is it because Medic is my main and my favorite character (Heavy’s my second favorite character, btw so aww) and I want him to have a piece of Heavy’s cake for once? Or maybe I’m just biased, I guess, idk. That could be the case until I read some fanfics that contains Medic and another person (let’s say Engie since I like the pairing tho not as much as HeavyMedic) and I noticed something different. Sometimes Medic tops and sometimes he bottoms (tho it depends on the person he’s paired with so results may vary). Now tbh, I never read a fanfic where someone else is paired with Heavy since I didn’t know who else was perfect for him so please prove me wrong when I say this but...

What are the chances/percentages that Heavy bottoms?

Most of the time, it’s pretty rare and look, I get it, I completely understand. He’s an impressive specimen. Who wouldn’t want Heavy to fuck them? Hell, I would too, tbh. But see that’s the thing. We all want Heavy to do something for us but we never considered doing something for him.

I read some Bottom Heavy fanfics where Heavy even expresses this issue and I sympathized with him for it. So whenever Medic (in this case) is there for him and does the deed, it leaves me in a good mood. And because of that, I was Team Medic (also like I said before, I just want to see Heavy’s reactions and eat it up as much as possible and, well, Medic is hot when he’s dominating him). Also, “Heavy and Medic Get It On” is an old-time classic and I love it.

Also, just because Medic is shorter or less muscular, that doesn’t mean that he should be portrayed as the more weaker or submissive one. The same goes for Heavy, just because Heavy is taller and more muscular, that doesn’t mean that he should be portrayed as the more stronger or dominant one. Let them both have a fair share of fun.

I then realized that a majority of my favorite HeavyMedic smut fics were Bottom Heavy based and again I ask myself, “Why do I enjoy it more than the majority of fanfics? Just what is it?” Until I realized something, I put all the pieces together. “Dominant one bottoming” “Majority” “Repetitive” “Chance/Percentages of bottoming” I soon came to this conclusion.

The reason I love Bottom Heavy so much is because it stands out more than other smut fanfics.

It just made so much sense to me now. And not just Heavy but other fanfics where the top bottoms. It was a breath of fresh air for me. And I don’t want to diss top Heavy but as I said before, it just gets repetitive to the point where that’s the norm and it gets a little boring. When I read it, I know what’s coming up so I know what to expect from it. So when I read one where Heavy bottoms all of a sudden, it just catches me off guard, leaving me surprised and yet impressed by it. And it leaves me wanting more.

And like I said before, I like Top Medic since it’s nice for a change and while there have been Top Medic fics sprinkled throughout the years I noticed that it’s slowly increasing in popularity and I’m happy that other people seem to like it as well.

However, just because I would love to see an increase of Top Medic fics, that doesn’t mean that I want Top Heavy to stop, slow, or die out. I’m not saying I hate it, don’t get it the wrong way or anything. I still love Top Heavy and I love how they interact especially their reactions (mostly Medic’s). I just want Medic to get a piece of that action, y’know? He may be old but that doesn’t mean he has no spark of energy in him anymore. He could become a beast if he wanted to. Let the old man have a go at it.

Also, because it’s just a silly little debate, I don’t want people to fight over who tops and who bottoms. That’s the last thing I want to cause. Besides, there are people who don’t like reading smut fics with them in it and that’s also fine. Not everything needs to be related to sex in a relationship especially theirs. It’s called having a normal life and enjoying it. I love reading fluff fics where there’s a strangers-to-friends, slow burn, friends-to-lovers, confession, dating, one bed/ sharing a bed, acting like a couple, being a couple, marriage proposal, wedding, couple life with or without a kid, and sadly even death/afterlife whether it takes place during or after the Gravel Wars. And of course, I LOVE reading stories where Heavy and Medic are just chatting and laughing in the infirmary during surgery (with Archimedes there, of course). This post is just focusing on when they’re in the bedroom. We are all different people with different headcanons. You got yours, I got mines. I don’t have to agree with yours and you don’t have to agree with mines. Alright? But I found out a little solution that may or may not solve this little problem and it’s much rarer than Top Medic/Bottom Heavy (just know that this isn’t the ultimate solution, but rather a small suggestion).

Switch/Versatile

What is this and what does this mean? Please correct me if I’m wrong or make a mistake. These two words may mean the same thing but just like how top/bottom and dominant/submissive compare, it’s different. Switch means you can either be dominant or submissive depending on the mood and versatile means you like to top and bottom. Most of the time when I forget, I just simplify both to switch to make it easy to understand.

I’ve read at least 3 smut fanfics where Heavy and Medic tend to switch roles and positions in the same chapter or story and tbh, I really liked them. Not as much as Top Medic but I really enjoyed reading them and just like Bottom Heavy it was a breath of fresh air, became some of my favorite HeavyMedic smut fics, and I would love to see an increase of it too.

Let’s wrap things up now. 

At the end of the day, if you were to ask me which team I’d prefer, I’d still say Team Medic, BUT I’m starting to lean more towards HeavyMedic switches. This is a copy-paste to when I replied to a random HeavyMedic post, but here’s why I love it.

“I see Heavy and Medic as good 'ol switches since they see each other as equal whether on or off the battlefield. HeavyMedic switches are also very rare in smut fics. In the beginning, Heavy says, "Get behind me, Doktor!" and ever since MvM, Medic also says, "Get behind me!" They fight together, help each other, heal each other, and make each other laugh so technically they should also please each other in bed.”

Also, it’s fun to read about what kind of whacky adventures they do together. They are both different beings who do different jobs and hobbies. One’s a heavy-lifter and one’s a doctor. Think of the many kinds of possibilities they could do to each other depending on the variety of settings to have full-on make-out sessions. It’s fun to get creative.

Technically if you really want to think about it, which team am I in?

Well, it’s a lovely, beautiful, sweet, short, simple answer that really means a lot to me that really brings it all together in the end.

I’m Team HeavyMedic.

Thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far in the end. I didn’t think I would write this much so I apologize if this post is long. If there’s anything you need to say like an opinion or statement, make sure to reply down below. Just remember to not start a fight, please. We all have different opinions. 

Also, while we’re at it, someone once asked me if I have any Bottom Heavy fanfic suggestions and I in fact do! But it’s gonna take me a while to make a list of it and there are probably some fics that I missed so it would really mean a lot to me if you can help me by linking suggestions. It doesn’t have to be just Bottom Heavy, you can also include HeavyMedic switches. (Also, if you’re an author or writer, you can tag top/bottom/switches Heavy/Medic so some people can read based on what they want to see since people have different headcanons, but you also don’t have to so you can surprise the readers and I quite like the idea of it, but of course the choice is yours). And the links can be from any fanfic site. I found most on AO3 (I may have missed some so please help me) and I recently found some here on Tumblr so the possibilities are endless. Once I have everything I need, I’ll post it and I’ll probably pin it for some time. If I miss anything, be sure to message me or reply so that I can update the list.

That’s all I have to say. Thank you and goodbye!

#tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #suggestive #nsft #text post #TF2 #Team Fortress 2 #TF2 Fanart #TF2 Art

[celerrie]

curse-breaker

summary: You're the Mystic Arts' best and brightest when it comes to breaking ancient curses, and Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme...well, he's the Mystic Arts' best when it comes to everything else. But when a normal day together at New York City's Sanctum Sanctorum is turned on its head by an invitation from Tony Stark himself to attend this year's Stark Industries Gala, you find that you need to clarify what, exactly, you and Stephen are to each other, and not just to the world at large.

pairing: Stephen Strange/Sorcerer!Reader

warnings: Friends to lovers, eventual smut (in the next part or two! it gets pretty kinky sdnfsnf), reader and Stephen are both really sassy in this but they are also so SOFT to each other and love each other sm I swear

word count: 3,532

a/n: This is set post-Doctor Strange (2016) but pre-DS:MoM (2022)! You can also find it on Ao3 here! Comments, kudos, likes, and reblogs are all so appreciated! Part two is now up here!

One of the funniest things about the New York City Sanctum Sanctorum, in your opinion, was that whenever the postman was about to walk by, it conjured up a mail slot for itself in its front doors.

By all accounts, it made sense for the Sanctum to be enchanted to do this.  Sure, the true purpose of the building was generally unknown to the public (and, you presumed, the government), but it wasn’t as if the Sanctum was some kind of super-secret hideout.  After all, it was literally on the corner of Bleecker Street, in full view of the public.  Of course it was going to receive mail the same way every other building in Greenwich Village did.

But it was still pretty amusing to watch the front doors complete their daily ritual of sprouting a tiny metal slot for a few minutes before letting it disappear again.  And it was extremely amusing to see what credit cards wanted to give Doctor Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, a special 0% APR financing offer. 

“Morning,” Stephen said as today’s mail slot in the front door dissipated.  You were already dressed and collecting the envelopes that had scattered on the ground with a wave of your hand, while he was just making his way downstairs for the day, his blue night robe partially covered by the Cloak of Levitation and his feet in slippers that matched his robe.  He was already sipping from a mug of coffee—he’d probably made it with one hand stuck through a portal before getting out of bed, a technique favored by the both of you—and as he walked by you, you proffered the morning paper to him, which he took with his free hand.

“Morning,” you said back, sifting through the mail and setting the spam you’d gotten in one hand to be recycled.

“You’re looking very put-together for a Saturday morning,” Stephen murmured, his voice still carrying a heavy dose of morning grogginess.  He shuffled in his slippers over to his favorite armchair, and you followed after him to disburse his allotment of the daily post.

“I’ve got that curse-breaking intensive to teach over in Kamar-Taj today,” you reminded your friend.  He knew as well as you did that if you had the choice, you’d still be in your pajamas, just like he was; lazy mornings were so rare, nowadays.  “The Mystic Arts don’t take weekends off, Sorcerer Supreme.”

“Don’t I know it,” Stephen sighed, sinking into his seat wearily.  “Anything good for me in the mail today?”

“You got an offer for a discount on satellite TV,” you said, already flicking the envelope containing said offer over to the recycle pile in your other hand.

“The wards still won’t let satellite through for some reason,” Stephen dismissed the offer as he took a deep sip of coffee.  You were well aware of this issue with the wards; it was a mystery that had come on suddenly and that neither you, Stephen, or Wong could seem to solve.

“An offer for the fifth 0% APR credit card this week,” you continued, adding that envelope, too, to the discard pile.

“Just what I need: a chance to spend all the money I don’t have anymore,” Stephen snorted, setting his mug down and snapping the morning paper open in front of himself.

“Oh, and an invitation from Tony Stark to attend this year’s Stark Industries Gala,” you said with interest, turning a very fancy, very expensive-looking metallic red and gold envelope, sealed with the Stark Industries logo in wax, over in your fingers.

“It’s illegal to open someone else’s mail, you know,” Stephen deadpanned without looking over his newspaper at you, and this time, it was your turn to snort as you tossed the still-sealed envelope into his lap before moving to take a seat in your own favorite armchair, just across from his.

“I don’t have to open it to know what it is, Sherlock,” you said, putting all of Wong’s mail in a small pile on the coffee table near his favorite seat, which completed a little triangle with yours and Stephen’s. Wong would undoubtedly head directly there when he got back from his Saturday morning life-drawing classes, so you knew he’d discover his mail with no difficulty.  “Stark gets his gala invitation envelopes custom-designed so they get posted all over social media.  They’re very famous and very coveted.”

“Is that right,”  Stephen murmured, folding his newspaper and turning his attention to the red and gold envelope in his lap.  While you stole his newspaper, then made a portal and reached through, pouring yourself your own cup of joe, he opened the drawer of the table adjacent to his seat and procured himself a letter opener.  Even with the help of magic, his hands shook slightly as he slid the blade beneath the envelope flap, but as usual, he got the job done.

“Pass me your mug if you want some more coffee,” you told him while he read through the invitation.  He obliged, waving his hand and floating his mug toward you—it read “a wise doctor once wrote”, which was followed by an absolutely indistinguishable sample of Stephen’s own handwriting; you’d given it to him for his birthday last year—and you reached it through the portal, topping the brew inside off.

“Thank you, darling,” he murmured, only half paying attention to you and what he was saying.  You tried not to read too much into what he said in moments like this, as a general rule.  Mere seconds later, his piercing blue eyes flitted up from the invitation, his eyebrows raised.  “Well, you’re right.  The man in a can has invited me to this year’s Stark Industries Gala.”

“Congratulations,” you said, levitating his coffee back to him and closing up the portal.

“I don’t think that congratulations are in order.  I have a lot to do,” Stephen snorted, plucking his coffee mug from thin air.  “And Stark’s the kind of guy who’s a real pain in the ass to be around.”

“You think most people are a pain in the ass to be around,”  you returned, unable to resist the slight pull of intrigue that came with hearing your friend gossip about one of Earth’s mightiest Avengers.

“Yeah, but Stark goes beyond that.  You know the type of guy I’m talking about.  Rich, cocky, self-obsessed, thinks he knows everything,” Stephen said, folding the invitation back up and tucking it back inside its envelope.  “The works.”

You stared at Stephen around the newspaper for a moment, trying to parse out if he was aware that he was describing his personality doppelganger to you.  After careful assessment, you decided that he wasn’t.

“Sounds like someone I’d be friends with, if my track record is anything to go by,” you said, setting down the newspaper (it was never really your thing anyway) and giving Stephen a pointed look.

He almost said something, then seemed to think better of it.  A beat passed.

“I’m not rich anymore,” he finally replied, and you smirked, handing him back his paper.

“And you’re all the better for it, Stephen,”  you assured him.  Having too much money never did anyone any favors, and from what you’d heard from him (and seen, in some ways), he had been no exception.  “It’s too bad you’re not gonna go to the Gala, though,” you said, turning the subject back to the matter at hand.  “I hear they’re pretty fun.”

“Who said anything about not going?”  Stephen frowned, flipping back to the page he’d been on.  You took a long sip of your coffee—your mug, a gift from Stephen for your birthday, said “nice tits”, and had several pictures of birds from the relevant family—while shrugging.  You supposed he hadn’t said anything about not attending, and his gripes about his schedule and the host apparently weren’t meant to carry any underlying connotation to them beyond complaining for complaining’s sake.

That was where people went wrong with Stephen, you knew: they’d often say something like, “I thought you said you were busy and you didn’t like the host,” and he’d look at them with all the exhaustion of a genius who now had to explain to a particularly small mind that people could sometimes complain just to vent.  If he was especially unfortunate, his conversation partner might also say something like, “why did you say congratulations aren’t in order, then?  I thought you were saying you weren’t going to go,” and then he’d have to explain that he simply didn’t view being a part of Stark’s personal in-club as something to be congratulated about, and he had never said anything of the sort about not going, and he was, in fact, telling them now that he was going.

And that was why Stephen Strange found most people annoying.

Conversely, most people found Stephen Strange annoying because he had the almost preternatural capacity to use his arrogance to put his foot right in his mouth in nearly any circumstance, and you could tell he was just on the verge of such a moment right now. Ever since you’d first met him and (begrudgingly) befriended him as a fellow acolyte at Kamar-Taj, you’d had an almost impeccable sense of these things.  Wong called it your own unique form of magic.  You called it your own personal curse.

You looked out one of the windows of the Sanctum Sanctorum and prayed to the Vishanti that you would be wrong for once in your life.

“I’m thinking blue and red would work well as our colors,” he finally said, and you groaned internally.

“Our colors?”  Was what you actually asked out loud, arching one of your eyebrows once again.

“For the gala,” Stephen explained, not glancing up from the newspaper.

“I’m going with you?”  You asked, your eyebrow creeping up ever higher.

“Well, I’m not taking Wong,” Stephen’s reply came easily and quickly. 

“You’re currently not taking me, either, Stephen,” you said without hesitation before taking another sip from your coffee.  This, at last, got his attention, his eyes moving away from the newspaper to focus on you.  As his understanding of his mistake dawned in his eyes, the Cloak of Levitation reached its collar over and smacked him on the cheek.

“Hey!  Don’t—I get it, you can stop,” he spluttered, his hands fighting with the Cloak, which was currently trying to smack him on his other cheek.  You couldn’t help but be a bit amused by the scene before you and, if you were honest, a bit relieved, too.  It was good to see that he was getting quicker at figuring out when he was being pig-headed.  He’d been practically insufferable when you’d first met him, but he’d come a long way since then.  Now, he was just occasionally insufferable.  For about the millionth time, your heart went out to Christine Palmer, who had had to deal with Stephen in his pure, unadulterated, self-obsessed form for years.  You didn’t know how she’d done it.

“Will you go to the Stark Industries Gala with me?”  He asked you when the Cloak finally stopped giving him hell.  “Please?”

The please, to your surprise, wasn’t ingenuine.

“No,” you said anyway, draining the last of your coffee and standing up.  You were going to be jittery today from how fast you’d sucked all that caffeine down, but you had a tight schedule to keep.  “Not until you can actually come up with a reason why you want me as your date that isn’t just the fact that I’m not Wong.”

“That’s easy.  You’re—” Stephen started, but your foot-in-mouth senses began ringing a very familiar alarm bell in your head, so you cut him off.

“The fact that you personally find me more attractive than Wong is not an acceptable reason, either,” you said, and Stephen deflated.  You’d been aware that he was interested in you since the third day you’d known him, when he’d had the balls to invite you into his bed.  You’d told him no and to get a haircut, he’d wound up gaining respect for you as a result, and you were, somehow, still stuck with him.

“Plenty of people bring someone as a date to a function because they find them physically attractive,” Stephen argued.  The Cloak went to smack him again, but this time, he was fast enough to move away and get his hand up in time.

“Sorry, did I say a reason?  I need a few, at least,” you decided.  If there was one thing you were not doing, it was going down the route of letting Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, resident genius and occasional monumental asshole, think that he could take you places on his arm just because you were pretty and he was himself.  As much as you’d never admit it to him, you adored him and respected him, and if he got his way with this, you knew things would go south between the two of you faster than you could say, “thanks for the invitation, Tony.”  You’d heard about how he’d fucked up with Christine, and he wasn’t going to get the same chance to ruin his friendship with you. “You can fill me in on them later.”

“All right, fine,” Stephen said with a defiant huff.  “I will.  But you should know,” he added, a teasing gleam in his blue eyes, “that there’s a possibility that if you let me think about it, I’ll end up deciding that all the reasons vote in Wong’s favor.”

“Then, in that case,” you teased back, slipping your sling ring on and conjuring up a portal to your room.  You reached through and grabbed your travel-slash-teaching bag, then let the portal fizzle closed,  “you’ll have found your ideal date, and all will be well.”

A smile crept over Stephen’s face at this, and he set down his coffee and newspaper, standing up.  You knew he was going to say something, but for once, your foot-in-mouth senses weren’t going off.

“Will you be home tonight?  Or are you staying at Kamar-Taj?” He asked.

You blinked.  You weren’t sure Stephen had ever referred to the Sanctum as home before.

“I was just going to stay, since tomorrow is day two of the curse-breaking class,” you said.  “Why?”

“I was hoping you’d be back, so I could impress you with my list of reasons as to why you’re my ideal date,” Stephen said, his voice dropping into his low range.  You tried to ignore the way you liked the sound of his deep, smooth baritone.

Moments later, you found you didn’t have to try, because your foot-in-mouth senses began going off yet again.

There was something else.

“And?”  You prompted. 

Silence stretched out for a moment.

“And there’s something that I really need your opinion on,” he finally added.  You actually did groan aloud at this, a loud, frustrated sound that echoed around the Sanctum.

“We almost had a moment, Stephen.”

“Yes, well, I’m allergic to those, as you’ve so kindly told me,” he said with a wry grin.  You found yourself fighting down a smile of your own in response.  God damn him.  “It’s important, though.”

“What’s it about?”  You asked, eying your friend as you adjusted your travel bag on your shoulder.  You’d learned over the years that his definition of important could span a wide range of things, including otherwise mundane things that were elevated to that status only because they were related to him.

“I heard from Hamir late last night that there’s been an old ritual site discovered at an archeological dig in the Transian Mountains.  It appears to be heavily warded,” Stephen said, his eyes solemn as they regarded you.  “He thinks it’s an ancient curse.”

Oh, shit.  This actually was important.

“Was it our people working on it?”  You asked, hoping against all hope that the answer would somehow be yes.

“No,” Stephen said quietly.  You took a moment to process this, drawing a deep breath before speaking.

“How many dead?” 

“Seven.”

You sighed, carding one hand through your hair.  Another tragedy that you and the Masters of the Mystic Arts could have prevented.  These things so rarely went well for the non-magic people doing the early grunt work of digging out sites where black or chaos magic had once been involved, and yet, due to the relative secrecy around the Mystic Arts, it wasn’t as if you could just tell every excavation team to get in touch with you at Kamar-Taj like some sort of magical Dig-Safe.

“I know you have a lot on your plate this weekend,” Stephen said, moving closer to you and putting one hand on your shoulder.  He didn’t bother to use his magic to disguise the shaking and occasional random spasming of his fingers—not around you.  You knew his true condition all too well.  “But we need to get on this sooner than later, and I don’t want to have anyone else working on this.  I…I don’t trust anyone else with this.”

In that moment, you knew he was speaking to you about this as Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, who had to get this situation handled, but he was also speaking to you as Stephen Strange, the man in novice robes who’d latched onto you when you’d been a slightly more advanced acolyte and he’d been a fucking mess desperate to find someone who could teach him how to open even the most measly portal and maybe show him a shred of compassion and companionship without infantilizing or idolizing him in the process.  He was talking to you as the Stephen Strange who had somehow both driven you crazy and earned your profound affection since then, who had ascended to the position of Sorcerer Supreme while fending off the Zealots with you, relying on you every step of the way, who had invited you to stay at the Sanctum Sanctorum in recognition of your prowess and value to him and the Mystic Arts as a whole and who had, apparently, come to think of this shared space with you and Wong as his home.

How could you deny him this?

“Get someone to send over pictures of the site, and I’ll be back in the evening to look them over with you,” you said, watching as Stephen exhaled in relief.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you into his broad and tall frame.  The hand on your shoulder moved to the back of your head, fingers trembling as he pressed your cheek close to the cool silk of his robe, and his other arm wrapped around your upper back, lower than your shoulders but higher than your waist.  You wrapped your arms around his chest in turn, holding him tightly.  A wave of calm washed over you, as it always did when Stephen held you, and you wondered if he felt it, too.  Was the fierce emotional magical connection between the two of you one-sided, or did you speak into his mind the way that he spoke into yours, telling him what you were going to say before you even said it?  Or was it something different for him, a knowledge of some other part of you that evolved for him before you yourself were even aware of it?  Did you even need magic to know the darkest crevices of each other’s hearts and minds anymore, or had you, over the years, shown enough light in those spaces to be able to read one another intuitively but still call it magic anyway?

“Be safe in class today,” Stephen’s voice, again in his low range, reverberated through his chest into your ear, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“I haven’t let a novice curse-breaker blow themselves—or me—up yet,” you assured him, moving to pull away from his embrace.  You were surprised, though, to find that he wasn’t ready to let go.  In fact, he held you tighter, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Good.  Because if you do, I won’t rewind time to save you,” he murmured with absolutely no seriousness behind his words whatsoever.

You pulled away in earnest this time, smirking up at Stephen.

“And then you’d get to take Wong to the Stark Industries Gala.  I see how it is,” you teased him.  He snorted and laughed, shaking his head as he slowly slid his hands off of you.

“You’re always a couple steps ahead of me,” he said, stepping back from you as you slipped your sling ring on again.

“In all seriousness,” you said, pausing before you opened a portal to Kamar-Taj.  “Wong would probably be a great date to a gala.  He’s got an excellent fashion sense, tells funnier jokes than me, and he can dance.”

“I mean, I agree he’d be a fantastic date, but—wait, how do you know he can dance?”  Stephen asked as you circled your arm, the sound of sparks crackling to life in the room.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Stephen,” you grinned, stepping through your portal.  “I’ll see you later tonight.”

As you let the portal close, you heard Stephen ask,

“You think I’m pretty?”

[Part 2]

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Ok as per my last post. This is Long and very much about my feelings so uh don’t read it if you don’t want to. Also I’m aware I sound genujneky crazy for half of this I’m just really really mentally ill in ways I don’t talk about here at all and now I am sharing them and it’s. A little scary but oh well. The system stuff is the stuff I’m most concerned about right now to be honest bc it effects my day to day and if anyone has any kind words or thoughts on what to do I’ll be happy to listen

Please read my previous post if you’re mad /gen I don’t think I say anything bad here but I have really bad morality ocd so like uhm I am scared to post this!!! Prev post

Also I’m very sorry that the prose is terrible to read and my spelling is shit I have dyspraxia which is a coordination thing and it’s worse rn

The maybe I was boring album came on yesterday while I was cleaning and I had to stop what I was doing and turn it off halfway through because I just couldn’t stop hearing an admission. I wasn’t even sad I was just. So done with it. I still am just kinda like. God I hope Shelby is doing ok with all this being public now. I’m glad she was able to heal like she said and I’m glad she made the video dude.

I almost got his lyrics tattooed if that’s testament to how much I loved his early music. It’s not connecting in my brain that this music that’s been apart of my life for like 4 years and helped me through so much was made by an abuser.

But like, in retrospect you can see it. I can’t bear to delete ycgma off my mp3 player bc I related to his songs so much as an abused lonely teenager but I also can’t bare to listen to it. I learned the fall on my guitar as my final exam and I used to repeat his lyrics to myself to cope with abuse and I wish I could still love these songs. I dressed like his dsmp character bc I thought it made me look cool. Which is lame as fuck to admit now lol

Originally I was planning on pirating them and I like, can’t especially after that manipulative ass statement. How much was an act? I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m a bad person because I still kinda do want to listen to that music again. I still want to feel that safe but I know I won’t feel that way anymore.

with dsmp stuff I think I’m going to be still able to look back fondly on it generally and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. The community was what made it and the community is what I loved, and i still do. I don’t think I’m going to reblog art of him specifically but if he’s in it I might. Idk. My policy on dream fanart is if he’s not alone in the art and it’s dsmp or mcc related I reblog so I guess I’ll continue that here. Im sorry if that sounds callous I just. Am not prepared to talk about this so I’m going back and forth

And like. We also have a wilbur factive/fictive and we have for years now and nobody in our system knows how to feel about that. He formed to fill the role of a big brother (I was being heavily emotionally neglected at that point and needed someone to be there for me) and protector from my parents abuse. Obviously, he is entirely separate from his source now bc alters change a lot for me but how we picture him is still wilbur. he’s literally just some guy now but grappling with that connection is fucked up dude it’s weird. He’ll probably further distance himself but it still fucking sucks and I don’t know how to communicate the cognitive dissonance we had to push through bc our brain struggled at first to make sense of how this person who we liked so much that he became the template for a Protector to shield us from the emotional neglect and abuse, essentially, is a terrible person. I’m sorry I know people who aren’t systems, and some who are ngl, will find this fuckibg nuts and I get that but we’re a very very internal person like I just. Kinda am with us as a system a lot and nobody else. It feels like my safe space that I’ve created in my head has been marred. Also. uhm. Our alters speak in distinct voices so it’s bad bad for me rn and we are trying to fix it. I know I know fictives and factives arenttheir source but that doesn’t change that it makes me feel gross. I’m rambling rn I’m sorry. Support Shelby.

#tw abuse #discourse #vent

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Chapter six: A Lingering Love —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mentions of pregnancy , Eric Cartman (this man is his own warning)

Author’s Note: like I said these two chapters are posted in bulk, I wanted the chapter art before posting! Don’t forget to like comment and repost!

Chapter art by @clownfacepancakes120 and @silvell

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I HADN'T SPOKEN TO KYLE SINCE I SAW HIM IN SCIENCE CLASS. It wasn’t that I was avoiding him, but I wasn’t actively trying to talk to him either. Which was weird, because usually I would be over at the Broflovski’s house at least two times a week. Whether it be babysitters Ike, or doing homework with Kyle, or even just to see him. Whenever my brother had band practice, he tended to hoard all of my best friends. Whenever there was band practice I was always extra excited to have an excuse to hang out with Kyle.

It was sort of sad too, seeing him in school but not openly going to talk to him. Standing at my locker that was only 7 lockers away from his. Stan’s locker next to mine that had a few sticky notes and small letters for him to ‘get well soon.’ He had been gone for the past few days after that night, we told our parents he got food poisoning, and he took an extra few days off just to decompress. I convinced mom it was a good idea, and she made sure he took his medicine at home.

“Hey, man.” Cartman said, a fake smug look on his face as he leant against the locker beside Kyle’s.

Oh Eric Cartman, it was strange to say he was still one of my best friends. We had bickered non-stop as children, you’d think we were enemies not friends. It all came crashing down when i decided to lead my own superhero group, Supers of Terrific Dare. Or in short, as we called ourselves, STD. Yes I know now the name wasn’t exactly practical, but I was 10 what did I know. I took just about half his team from him, and United all the girls in my group, giving me an insane amount of power of him. We were childhood rivals. The Coon vs The Gemini, the biggest rivalry in South Park elementary. Until high school.

In our freshman year he started being kicked out of the group more. I mean he was an ass, he deserved it. But I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. I’m the second semester he began failing his classes, and I was assigned to help tutor him. His mother, who was always the sweetest woman to us as kids, eventually became significantly close with me. I started to notice things, things that were abnormal even for Cartman. I told his mom about it, and they started Cartman on certain medications to help treat him. He was really good about it, and the week after her had started I found a thank you card and some chocolates hiding in my locker. There was no name with it, but I noticed the hand writing. And besides, three of the chocolates were eaten and that sort of gave it enough away in its own. Ever since he’s been welcomed back into the group. And yes he still is insufferable from time to time, but atleast he’s better now.

“What do you want fatass?” Kyle grumbled, opening his locker and grabbing his books. Cartman just leant against the locker, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Did you hear?” He said, Kyle turning to raise an eyebrow at him. “Juno’s pregnant.” He said, making Kyle’s heart skip a beat. He didn’t look over, trying to ignore Cartman.

“Yeah.” He let out quietly, still trying to ignore Cartman.

“Damn, what a whore am I right?” He said, chuckling slightly. Like I said, he can still be rather insufferable from time to time, but atleast he’s trying.

“She’s not a fucking whore Cartman!” Kyle shouted, slamming his fist angrily against his locker.

“Geez Khal you’re right, if she was a whore she’d get paid. She’s just a slut.” He corrected, making Kyle even angrier. He still had his anger issues he had when we were kids. I know he struggled a lot with it, especially when Cartman was around. It was like a light switched off in his mind and he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. I could tell this was a sensitive subject for him too, I guess that probably made it worse.

“Shut the fuck up fatass!” He shouted back, making Eric roll his eyes.

“Wow, who put sand in your vagina this morning Khal.”

“Juno isn’t a whore okay?” Kyle took a breath trying to calm himself, but feeling another light switch off when he heard Cartmans scoff. “You’re moms the one who’s the fucking whore!” He shouted back, feeling instantly guilty.

“Aye!” Cartman yelled, about to make another argument before Kyle walked away. He saw me, and realized I had heard the conversation, trying to follow after me before Butters stopped infront of him.

“Hey Kyle.” Butters greeted, his trade mark smile lighting up his face. Kyle looked behind him and sighed, I was gone.

“Hey Butters.” Kyle greeted back, smiling slightly.

“Did you hear, Juno’s pregnant. Poor girl.” Butters said with a sigh, making Kyle nod.

“Yeah.”

“She must be so scared, and lonely.”

Leopold Butters Stotch, truly the purest soul you’d ever met. Butters was the go to cheerer upper, and I had been a Butters protector since day one. I was the only one allowed to call him ‘Leo,’ and he was the only one allowed to call me Sunny. I wasn’t quite sure why he thought of the nickname, he said I reminded him of sunshine. It may have just been the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. I don’t agree with it, not one but, but Butters swore it was true. After he took Kenny and I to Hawaii in 4th grade we noticed a lot of new things about him. Like how he had autistic tendencies, how he tended to get easily angry, and when he was angry he was a menace worse than Cartman, and how his parents really didn’t care much for his well being. Kenny and I like to joke that we’re like Butters adoptive parents. Butters agrees.

“I think she’s okay, she’s got Stan and all..” Kyle began, trying to convince himself of the same thing.

“Did you hear it's yours?” Butters said nervously, rubbing his knuckles together as he looked up at Kyle.

“Yeah.” Did he hear? It’s just been the only thing on his mind since he found out.

“What a trip, man.” Butters said, patting Kyle on the back.

“Yeah. I don't really know too much about it.” Kyle said, trying to get away from Butters.

“You should grow a mustache. Become a man.” Butters said, puffing up his chest slightly. Kyle gave him a strange look.

“I can't.” He answered shortly, causing Butters to look at him softly.

“Me neither. But I'm gonna stop wearing underpants, raise my sperm count.” Kyle’s face contorted with confusion, until butters waved at him cheerfully. “See you!” He shouted happily, before walking away, leaving Kyle even more confused than he had been before.

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“It just isn’t the same.” Kenny whined sadly, staring down at the small jar of weed he had taken from my dads old barn. Though we moved back home, my parents still owned tegridy farms. There were still a few plants left that hadn’t died, and still old containers left stashed away. They were planning to turn the space into something but never came up with anything. For now atleast, Stan keep all of his band things there. They usually drive down whenever they want to practice, to not disturb the young neighbors we have.

“What isn’t?” I asked, making him sigh, tucking the weed back into his pocket while taking a swig of his slushie.

“This. You can’t smoke, it’s like I’m being tortured.” Kenny sighed, holding his face in his hands.

“You can smoke Ken, I don’t care.” I said, but he just glared at me, his eyes wide.

“And risk damaging my baby? You must be nuts.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he grumpily slurped on his slushie.

“Oh so it’s your kid now?” I asked, and he held a hand on his heart.

“No Juno, it’s our kid.”

“Alright weirdo.” I teased, pushing him slightly as he laughed.

“So how’d it go with Mark and Vanessa?” He asked, making me smile.

“It was good, it was good. My dad handled most of the technical stuff, god knows I can’t. But they’re nice. They live in this huge house, and Vanessa has this perfume that cost more than my entire wardrobe and, and what, why are you staring at me.” I rambled, stopping when I noticed Kenny staring down at my stomach.

“Woah, check it out. Baby Broflovski’s coming out of the cave.” Kenny said, his jaw dropped with amazement as he placed a hand on my slight baby bump. I had noticed it this morning, the baby had poped out a significant amount. I couldn’t fit into my jeans, I had to take Stan’s. They say pregnancy is a beautiful thing but so far it’s biting me in the ass.

“Please don’t refer to my uterus as a cave. I’m a holy temple.” I said with a proud smile, as Kenny continued to feel around my stomach.

“That’s crazy, you’re like totally pregnant now.” He said, leaning back against the bench, taking a long swig of his slushie as I looked at him confused, moving the glasses that were on my face up to look at him. He mimicked my actions, mocking me as I glared at him.

“What was I before, partially pregnant?” I asked, and he just shrugged.

“Well you couldn't tell before, but now you’re glowing!” He said happily, a wide smile on his face. I groaned, letting my head fall back slightly.

“Please don’t remind me about the gross amount of sweat. I know I look awful.” I whined, hiding my face in embarrassment. Kenny pulled my hands down, smiling at me.

“No Juno, you’re beautiful.” He reassured, making me smile at his sweetness.

“Aww, thanks Ken.”

“So like, are your boobs gonna get bigger now too?” He asked, sipping his slushie with a smirk as I shoved him.

“I knew it was too good to be true, you freaking perv.” I teased, making him throw a hand up in defense.

“It was just a question!”

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“Juno, hey.” Kyle said, catching up to me in the hallway. I turned around, smiling at him, he smiled back. His hair was messy and distorted on his forehead below his hat, his pupils were dialated, and he looked like he had just ran here to come find me.

“Hey, Kyle.” I said kindly, closing my locker door, leaning against the lockers as I smiled over at him.

“Me and some of the guys are gonna go to the movies...And doughnut that flick with the guy who has 18 kids. You wanna come?” He asked, taking a break to catch his breath between the words. I looked at him with a pout.

“Sounds awesome, but I got my ultrasound.” I said sadly, looking down at the box of donut holes in his hands. He sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Oh, really? Can I...? Should I come with you?” Kyle stuttered, making my expression drop slightly, and my heart faltered. I didn’t think he would want to.

“You can't waste those doughnut holes there. But maybe I could, you know, drop by later.” I smiled, he smiled back. It was strange, and outlandish for two people who knew more about each other than they did themselves. And I hated it, acting like I didn’t know Kyle. Because I did know him, I loved him.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” There was a hint of disappointment in his tone, I could tell he tried to hide it but failed.

“Later, Kyle.” I said, waving to him as I went to turn away. He waved back sadly.

“See you. I'll save you a seat.”

—✧

“There's your baby.” The ultrasound technician said, as all of us look up at the ultrasound computer. I was laying in the hospital bed, Kenny and Craig next to me and Stan on the other side, my mom standing behind me. Kenny would have thrown a fit if I didn’t let him come, Craig also begged me to be here the day before and Stan needed an excuse to get out of the house, so now we were having a nice little party in the hospital room.

“Oh, my God.” Kenny said, looking up at the screen in awe.

“Oh, Juno.” My mom whispered to me, kissing me head gently before the doctor began speaking.

“There's a hand. And an arm. And there's the feet.” She explained, making me smile slightly.

“Would you look at that?”

“Whoa, check out Baby Big Head. Dude, that thing is freaky-looking.” Stan said, making me roll my eyes.

“It looks like an alien.” Craig added, causing me to shove him lightly as he chuckled.

“Excuse me, I am a sacred vessel. All you've got in your stomach is Taco Bell.” I teased, making both boys giggle. “It's amazing that there's actually saps that cry at this.”

We all turn after hearing a sniffle, seeing Kenny shedding a few tears as I pout at him teasingly.

“What? I'm not made of stone.” He grumbled, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table.

“Well, there you have it. Would you like to know the sex?”

“Yes. Please, Juno, please?” Kenny cheered, practically jumping from his seat.

“No. No, definitely. No, there's... no sex.” I argued, shaking my head.

“Planning to be surprised?”

“I want Mark and Vanessa to be surprised. And if you tell me, I'll just ruin everything.”

“It’s true. She sucks at keeping secrets.” Stan remarked, making me scoff as I looked at him.

“Shut it Stanley. I still haven’t told Kenny about the time you took his strawberry pop tarts and replaced them with the cherry ones.”

“Hey!” Kenny yelled, shoving Stan as he held up his hands in defense.

“What?! The strawberry ones are my favorite! I think I have an addiction problem.” Stan said, earning a pat on the back from Craig as they shared a dramatic hug.

“Are Mark and Vanessa your friends at school?” The doctor asked, her voice very flat and unexcited, even a little rude.

“No, no, no, they're the adoptive parents.”

“Well, thank goodness for that.” The doctor said, earning a strange look from my mom.

“What's that supposed to mean?” She asked, entering defense momma bear mode. This was my favorite side from my mom.

“I see a lot of teenage mothers come through here. It's obviously a poisonous environment to raise a baby in.” The doctor explained, making me give her a strange look.

“How do you know that I'm so poisonous, you know?” I asked and Stan nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, what if these adoptive parents turn out to be, like, evil molesters?” Stan argued, as Craig nodded in agreement.

“Or, stage parents.” He argued back.

“Or poor. No offense Ken, you know I love ya.” I turned to grab Kenny’s hand and he grabbed mine in return, a dumb smile on his face.

“None taken.”

“They could be negligent. Maybe they'll do a far shittier job...Than my dumb-ass daughter. Have you considered that?” My mom said angrily, causing Stan and I to share a shocked look.

“No, I guess not.”

“Yeah. What is your job title exactly?”

“I'm an ultrasound technician, ma'am.”

“Well, I'm a nail technician, and I think we both ought to stick to what we know.” The doctor looked offended, serves her right though.

“Excuse me?”

“You think you're so special because you get to play Picture Pages?” My mom began, glaring at the doctor in a fit of anger. “My 12-year-old neighbor could do that, and he's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed.” She explained, making the doctor look at her even angrier.

“He’s Canadian.” I added, but Stan just looked at me confused.

“But I thought Ike was a genn…”

“Shh, moms making a point.” I said, covering Stan’s mouth, making him glare at me.

“Why don't you go back to night school in Manteno and learn a real trade?” My mom finished her off as the woman walk out. All four of us turned to my mom as she dusted off her hands proudly.

“Mom, you're a dick. I love it.” I said, pulling down my shirt and pulling my mom into a hug as she laughed slightly.

—✧

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

[ramshackledtrickster]

thots on da vinky?

Irl or game?

I’ll do one for both

Irl Leonardo: I’m interested and fixated on learning the history around him but it’s really important to not let that slip into Stan-ism? I’ve seen it happen a bit too much in history related fan bases and just. Please engage with the history critically and truthfully, understand both good and bad and don’t build up unrealistic expectations of these people . That’s more general thoughts, not really Leonardo specific ones.

There’s some speculation that Leonardo had experienced some form of nerve damage in his hand (or had a broken finger) from possibly at a young age based on portraits where he served as a model showing he couldn’t hold objects properly or entirely, but it’s kinda disputed upon since an unbent finger represents holiness in renaissance art. Later in life though as he got older, he definitely had nerve damages in his hand and couldn’t paint anymore. There’s thoughts around his susceptibility to strokes as well as fainting episodes, so either one or the other (latter scenario where he faints and hits his ulnar nerve on the way down) that may contribute to the nerve damage but idk, take my word with a grain of salt. I hyperfixate a lot but I am by all means not a historian.

Game Leonardo: he’s cute! I love him to pieces and I do understand I gotta take a grain of salt with him since this is a way different character from the historical figure he’s based on. It’s funny though how many versions of Leonardo there are in media like,, this one, a couple anime ones, someone told me there was a genshin impact one… idk I think it’s funny. In the ac games I love him but I think it’d be more interesting if they introduced some complexities with his character that would make for juicier situational and emotional conflict, especially between him and Ezio. I jokingly said this today actually.

But yeah ac Leonardo means a lot to me. I fixate on his character a lot and the character actually kinda helped me with some of my own weird gender nonsense and trying to figure myself out, so there’s a huge personal attachment there. Ac Leo is a HUGE comfort character and having a good experience meeting his VA at a con really sweetened that for me (besides the deadnaming at the time tho. I wasn’t out yet so no ones to blame but 💀💀💀💀💀） Also this might be me looking into it and projecting too deeply but I rly like how casual his adhd-ness is treated and understood by some of the characters. It isn’t used as a gag and no one treats him lesser for how he is. I have semi mixed feelings on his coming out in brotherhood and the dlc having him n salaì be a thing (even though I know it happened irl)

Man I have so many thoughts I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for this post to be so long

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Finale

Here it is.

6-months Later

(I am really sorry about the delay)

There were some hiccups, technical difficulties and other things that delayed this part more than I anticipated.

Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for having such incredible patience with me. And Give her props, she managed to defy time and space just to beta and fix my work. She is a National treasure.

Check her writing out on AO3 as Ramblingwren

(Master post)

(And here is the full fic on Ao3)

If you do like the story, Comments and Reblogs are greatly appreciated.

But before all that.

Thank you.

This story has been going on for over 2 years now and yet so many of you have been sticking by and reading it. Seeing all of the comments, fan art, and tags has really made making this Fic worth it. Its also the reason that I want to make sure this ending pays off and delivers the joy to all of you that your support and kindness has given me. So be aware that the next update will be the big finale.

Alright enough Camembert,

Enjoy the dish in front of you.

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Fu heard the sound of walls crumbling and stopped for a moment to focus on where the sound was coming from.

“That must be where the akuma is.”

“That is a relief. I was starting to get lost in this place,” Wayzz confessed. “This building is even more confusing than the studio I was in the other day.”

“Right, you were with the one Marinette had chosen for you. I will admit I don’t know that much about him. Nino was his name, yes?” Fu inquired as they walked.

“He is a good boy, He is very good at going with the flow, and he has a good heart that wants to protect his friends,” Wayzz assured. “Marinette has picked a fine chosen for the role.”

Fu smiled.

“That is good to know, especially that you approve of him. It does make it easier,” Fu said, his words beginning to sound more distant despite being so close.

Wayzz felt his concern for the elderly guardian grow.

“Master, your tone is a bit… foreboding. You speak as if you don’t have long left,” Wayzz remarked.

Fu knew that the turtle kwami was concerned for his well-being. The two of them had been friends for over a century. Wayzz was, in a way, his best friend.

“Apologies, Wayzz, I suppose I am just feeling relieved. While I am still spry, I am no spring chicken. It is good that we know that she will be a good guardian in the future. It makes me feel lighter, like my failure wasn’t the end.”

Wayzz suddenly paused, causing Fu to also stop when he noticed Wayzz wasn’t keeping up.

“Wayzz? What are you doing? We need to make haste.”

“I need to say something to you. You need to stop blaming yourself for what happened, Master.”

Fu sighed.

“I know what you are going to say. I was young and it was an honest mistake. It wasn’t my fault that it ended up the way it did…”

“Yes. You did make a mistake, and you have made up for your mistake 100 times over. You have guarded us alone for over a century. You have gone above and beyond for your duty. You did not fail — if anything, you have succeeded and proven yourself to be a guardian on par with the order, if not more so. Therefore I don’t want you to belittle yourself anymore!”

Fu looked at his kwami confidant, he was emotionally touched by his dear friend’s speech.

“Thank you Wayzz. You truly are an amazing friend.”

“Good, now let's hurry and help the heroes out.”

“Indeed. Let us go, my friend.”

The two continued to where the sound of smashing walls and roars was coming from.

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The heroes stared up at the Giant Gorilla as it broke down the finely constructed walls of the throne room, leaving a massive hole that let the light of the outside world into the school.

The floor it was standing on was starting to crack, so it quickly jumped out the hole as it grew to its complete size.

The upper body of the Sentimonster now reached the second floor and the situation looked more like a child playing with a doll house.

“So, what was that plan, Ladybug?” Viperion asked, as the Gorilla let out a primal scream.

“Well, the plan is…”

Ryuuko smiled with anticipation.

“Actually Ladybug, let me take this one. I have always wanted to fight a Kaiju.”

“Wait Ryuuko!” Viperion cried out, but it was too late. Ryuuko had already charged at the massive primate and started attacking it with her blade.

The shape-shifting sentimonster was still adjusting to its new size and Ryuuko was able to effortlessly dodge one of its overhand strikes. It's lumbering movements left plenty of space for the swordswoman to hop to the face of the giant.

“Hello” Ryuuko taunted.

“You little…” The sentimonster growled as it tried to hit her with its hand, only to end up smacking itself in the face when she jumped away. The gorilla needed to steady itself as a result of the unintentional blow.

Ryuuko spun at a high speed as she descended, her sword slashing at the Kaiju gorilla.

“Amazing!” Chat Noir complimented.

“Impressive work Ryuuko!” Ladybug praised.

“You are incredible!” Viperion cheered. “Keep it up!”

“That was kind of hot.”

The other three paused and turned to look at Queen Bee.

Chat Noir  smirked slightly.

“What was that, Bee?”

“I said… I could totally do better.” Queen Bee corrected herself, clearly trying to pretend she didn’t say anything.

“Sure Chloé, sure.” Chat Noir quipped, rolling his eyes.

Queen Bee glared daggers at the cat, ignoring the action around her

Viperion noted that despite Ryuuko’s impressive movement and attacks, she wasn’t making much progress against the ape.

“Ryuuko won't be able to keep this up forever. What was that plan, Ladybug?”

“Well, we did need a distraction. Thankfully that’s taken care of,” Ladybug started as she looked around. “Queen Bee, you wanted to show you could do better?”

“What do you need, Ladybug?”

“I think now would be a good time to use your power. Just wait until I give the signal then activate it,” Ladybug instructed.

Queen Bee smiled.

“About time!”

She'd been dying to use her power and now she finally got to shut up that stupid gorilla.

“Ryuuko, keep it busy!”

“No worries, I can do this all…”

Ryuuko’s boast was interrupted by the large gorilla grabbing her.

“Got you! None of you move!”

Ryuuko struggled as Simularé secured its grip on her. She tried to activate her power but the grip was too tight. She couldn't even speak to activate it!

“Nobody move. Now, you are all going to detransform or I am going to make Dragon Soup with my bare hands,” the large sentimonster threatened.

Queen Bee was about to approach anyway but Ladybug raised her hand, silently signaling her to hold off.

Ladybug looked around for some sort of way to help her escape, but to no avail.

“Let's go! Detransform now,” Simularé commanded.

Ryuuko struggled to try and activate her power but Simularé tightened its grip and bone cracking could be heard.

Viperion couldn’t just stand by and watch anymore. He threw his lyre at the giant beast’s snout and it bounced right back to him. The brief moment caused Gorizilla to loosen its grip and Ladybug took advantage of that to fling her yo-yo and pull Ryuuko out and back to Viperion's waiting arms.

“You alright?”

“I’ve been better. Nice catch, Hissy.”

Viperion smiled a bit, briefly forgetting about the gorilla in the room.

Simularé was furious.

“You dare make a monkey out of me?!”

“You did that to yourself,” Queen Bee mocked.

“Chloé, wait, it's…”

But it was too late, as she had already jumped forward. She was going for her big play.

“Get ready for a show stopper! Ve…”

Before Queen Bee could even activate her power, Simularé had reacted. With a quick movement of its fingers, Queen Bee was flicked with incredible force through the wall.

“Queen Bee!” Chat Noir called out in alarm.

“Well, that one’s down for the count.”

Ladybug looked around to see Ryuuko still recovering and Chloé thrown through a wall. This was not going to be as simple as dealing with mindless puppets. She needed to take a risk.

“Lucky Charm!”

She activated her power and the item that would help her succeed was… and umbrella?

“An umbrella? How is that going to…”

“It won't!”

Ladybug jumped to avoid the swipe of the large ape hand, but failed to notice the other hand right above her. It caught her in its grip, and she dropped the umbrella.

“No!” Chat Noir shouted.

Ladybug struggled to escape.

“Seems you have forgotten the situation, Ladybug. You were so sure that I would be as brain-dead as the servant akuma that you let yourself get sloppy.”

“You won't… GHHH,” Ladybug gasped as Simularé tightened its grip on her.

“Oh, I don’t have to. I know how the miraculous works. Since you aren’t an adult, your transformation will wear off in 5 minutes,” Simularé gloated with a malicious grin.

The true peril of the situation suddenly dawned on Ladybug, and she realized she needed to find a way out. But, unlike with Ryuuko, Simularé wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Chat Noir took a deep breath. This sentimonster wasn’t like most of the others. This one had its own thoughts and emotions… he needed to make it lose its sense.

Chat Noir charged forward, trying to distract her.

“Oh, does the cat think he can save his master? How cute.”

Simularé was about to make a swipe at him when, as if repeating himself, Viperion threw his lyre. But the ape saw it coming, and used the hand he was holding Ladybug with to block the stringed instrument.

“Predictable!” Simularé mocked, forgetting about something as they focused on gloating.

“Cataclysm!”

Simularé’s smugness changed to horror when they realized their mistake. Taking their eyes off the cat had left them wide open! Chat Noir had used his staff to raise him upwards right to the head of the distracted sentimonster and had placed his cataclysm-infused hand right on its forehead.

Simularé dropped Ladybug and Chat Noir dove to catch her. The swift motion had Ladybug landing on the diving cat.

“OOF.”

Ladybug looked down seeing she had landed on Chat Noir’s back.

“Thanks for the save, kitty.”

Simularé’s form started shifting wildly as the cracks became larger and more apparent.

“What have you done to me?” Simularé roared in rage and confusion.

It smashed its hands on the walls of the upper level while having its tantrum, causing the ceiling parts that were still intact to be very unstable.

Ladybug managed to roll her and Chat Noir out of the way of the thrashing fists. They both quickly spring up into fighting stances.

“I will destr…”

Just then, its massive arms shifted to be much shorter, looking like they belong to Lady Wifi.

“Well that’s new,” Ryuuko commented as she got to her feet.

“Chat Noir’s cataclysm makes Sentimonsters go haywire. Normally not ideal in most situations but with that sentimonster being smarter than the usual ones it needed to be done,” explained Ladybug.

The head that was once Gorizilla shrunk down to appear more like Dark Owl.

“I am … I am ….” Simularé was trying to stabilize but it kept shifting and looking more and more like a mismatch of different akuma forms.

Ladybug could see the anguish and pain on the sentimonster’s face. They'd all  known that Chat Noir's actions would cause the sentimonster to go haywire but this seemed more chaotic than usual.

“Hold still, we can fix this.” Ladybug tried to walk forward.

“I must… I cant…”

The out of control sentimonster sprouted Dark Cupid's wings and flew high into the air and escaped.

Ryuuko looked up and tried to see where the sentimonster had flown off to but it was already out of sight.

“Should we go after it? Ryuuko asked. “It might cause trouble.”

Ladybug pondered for a moment.

“For the time being it's probably better that we let them go. We should focus on finding the akuma. If we can find her, then we can get the akuma and the amok and fix all the damage.” Ladybug rationalized.

“Solid point. So, what’s our next move M… Ladybug?” Chat Noir inquired.

“Well you and I need to recharge.” Ladybug replied before turning to the other two heroes. "Viperion, Ryuuko, have either of you used your power?”

“No, we recharged earlier,” Ryuuko replied. “You two should go find a place to refuel safely.”

Ladybug glanced at her lucky charm again, wondering why she hadn't needed it yet.

Brow furrowed, she looked around and noticed spots appear on the crumbling ground near Chat Noir, as well as the roof above, and chat Noir himself.

“Why would…”

Before she could finish asking, she heard the sound of crumbling coming from the walls

“Something sounds off,” Viperion said. “I think the walls are gonna collapse!”

Ladybug knew how good Viperion’s ears were with sounds, and now her lucky charm made sense. It was never for Simularé, it was for what was coming now.

Dashing to where the group was standing, she shoved Ryuuko and Viperion back and opened the umbrella over her and Chat Noir’s head. Just as she did, the ceiling above them caved in, dropping chunks of rubble  right on top of them just as the floor beneath them gave way. The other heroes just barely made it out of range of the collapse

“Crap!!!” Ladybug and Chat Noir shouted in unison as they fell through the floor and the hole above was covered by debris. A massive cloud of dust obscured them for a moment.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir!” Ryuuko called out. But as the dust settled, all they saw was a pile of rubble where the two heroes had been.

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“Stupid ape,” Queen Bee grumbled as she got up. The powerful flick that Simularé had given her had sent her halfway through the school. If she didn’t have super powers she was sure that flick would have turned her into a red smear.

She cracked her back and stretched her arms in order to loosen up.

“Alright, now to hurry…”

Thump

She stopped as she heard the sound. It seemed faint.

“Probably just another one of those mindless akuma.”

“Come on!” came a muffled call.

It was clear it was someone that required help.

“Everything will be fine for them once we beat the akuma,” the heroine tried to reason with herself.

She started to walk back the way she was launched.

“I've got to get back to Ladybug and the others to fight the stupid akuma that caused all of this. This person probably isn't in real danger. I really don’t need to check on them.”

“Momma is coming...”

She stopped as she heard that. It was someone’s mother.

“Damn it!”

Queen Bee began making her way to where the voice was coming from.

“There better still be akuma butt to kick when I get back.”

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Chat Noir coughed as he tried to get his bearings. The area was covered in rubble and debris, and right now, Ladybug's umbrella was the only thing keeping that from collapsing on them.

“Ladybug?”

“Guess it was lucky after all,” Ladybug joked as she shifted a bit.

Both of them heard their miraculous beep.

“Looks like we need to get out of this debris heap before we change back and suffocate.”

“Probably would be a good idea.”

Chat Noir put his staff against one large gathering of ceiling rubble and made it extend, giving them a little opening.

“On the count of three, I pull you away from the umbrella and we jump out.”

“Sounds good.”

“1.”

“2”

“3!”

Chat Noir pulled Ladybug away and they jumped out of the hole. Ladybug closed the umbrella as she was pulled out, causing the rubble to pile on more and collapse the area they had just vacated.

“Made it!” Chat Noir said as he coughed up some dust. “I really hope this isn’t asbestos.”

“I am sure you're fine, Kitty. Let’s move in case more parts of the ceiling decide to collapse.”

The two quickly moved toward the wall so they would be by the door should any more rubble start collapsing. Chat Noir noticed that Ladybug was holding on tightly to the umbrella.

“So, is there another use for your lucky charm? It probably wouldn’t have been that close if you had let the umbrella stay.”

“Huh… oh. I didn’t realize I was still holding it, sorry Kitty,” Ladybug answered as she took a look at her lucky charm

“It's fine. I was just curious.”

“I guess I held onto it subconsciously… it does remind me of something pleasant.”

“Oh? Fan of singing in the rain?”

“Not exactly what I meant.” She brushed some of the dust from the umbrella. “I guess it’s fitting that this type of umbrella would have saved me.”

Chat Noir came closer and looked at the umbrella. He hadn’t noticed it the first time, but the umbrella did seem really familiar. The ladybug color scheme may have been enough to throw him off at first glance, but really seeing it now, it looked exactly like the umbrella he had given to Marinette.

“How would it be fitting?”

“Oh, it's personal stuff. Just reminds me of a time with my boyfriend in the rain,” Ladybug admitted.

There was a silence in which only the sound of the miraculous beeping could be heard. Ladybug felt a sharp pang of guilt when she realized what she'd said and who she'd said it to, tried to course correct.

“Friend! That is a boy. The umbrella reminds me of my dear friend of male gender, my buddy that happens to be a boy and…”

Chat Noir put his hand on her shoulder.

“It's okay LB, you don’t need to be worried. I'm happy that it worked out with that guy you were in love with.”

Ladybug looked into her partner's eyes and could see his words were genuine and that there wasn’t even a hint of sadness.

“You’re… okay with it?”

“First and foremost, I want you to be happy. Even if I was sad about this, I would still rather you be happy rather than miserable for my sake,” Chat Noir said.

“Now, if I had heard this news a few weeks back, I probably wouldn't be as cool about it as I am now, but I would still have been happy for you.”

Ladybug felt a bit of relief from that news. She'd been dreading giving this news to Chat Noir, knowing his feelings for her. He was someone very dear to her and she didn't want to hurt his feelings, so hearing him say he was happy for her was great.

“And it does help that I also have someone special,” Chat Noir added as he shyly scratched his cheek.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, sounds kind of shocking, I bet. I actually had feelings for her for a while but I wasn’t really sure what they were until I did some soul searching.”

Ladybug had to admit that she was a bit surprised to hear him say he'd found someone. Considering how he acted at her house during the incident with her dad, the girl he had feelings for must have been special.

“Congrats, Kitty! I would love to meet her someday, the luckiest girl in Paris.” She gave a playful nudge to Chat Noir.

“And I can’t wait to meet the boy that you were crushing on, the second luckiest guy in Paris.”

“Second luckiest?”

“Well I am clearly luckier,” he teased.

“You dork.”

Their miraculous beeped again.

“Okay, we should probably go detransform somewhere,” Ladybug said.

“Yea, we need to refuel. We kind of got distracted talking because of that umbrella.”

The duo look around the destroyed classroom and noticed that since the rubble had blocked the doors and windows, their options of escape to detransform in privacy were limited.

“There has to be some place we can go before we detransform? We might actually have to do it here.”

“Maybe your Lucky Charm is a double use. Maybe it has something that could help us again.” Chat Noir commented as his eyes caught on a small detail on the umbrella. In the handle. “E.A”

“E.A?” Ladybug asked as she turned to him.

Chat Noir looked at the umbrella closer. His eyes saw the carving on the umbrella handle. It was one of his mother’s umbrellas. It was unmistakable. This umbrella was an exact copy of the one he gave to Marinette back when he first started school.

“Ladybug, why did the miraculous make a copy of an umbrella I gave to my girlfriend months ago?”

The question seemed out of left field.

“The Ladybug miraculous creates an item either from my imagination or that I have seen before with some alteration to make them useful to the situation. I doubt I made a copy of an umbrella you gave to your girlfriend. If anything, it’s a copy of an umbrella I hold dear, like the one my boyfriend lent me before we were dating.”

It was at that moment that everything clicked. Both of them looked at one another in stunned realization.

As if by design, the miraculous beeped for the last time and their transformations faded.

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Ms. Rossi smashed her feet against the door with all the force she could muster, but it still had no effect.

After a dozen attempts she refused to lose hope. Even if it took 1000 times to kick the door down, she would do it if it meant it would save her little Stellina.

“Once more!”

Before she could kick the door again, the door opened.

“Huh, so there was someone up here.”

Ms. Rossi looked up to see a blonde teen in a yellow and black colored costume looking at her.

“You are awfully lucky I heard you, there is a lot of crap going down.”

“Wait, I know who you are… you’re…”

“Queen Bee, the one and only. And you have been saved by me. So feel free to brag about that.” Queen Bee started untying her.

“Thank you. I need to hurry and find my daughter.”

“Well you go do that, I need to get back to where the action is. There is a crazy monster that shapeshifted into a giant gorilla and needs a shot of venom to the face.”

“Wait, what?”

Before Ms.Rossi could get any answers, the bee heroine had dashed out of the room.

“I should find Lila.”

It took her a moment to gather her bearings. She realized the room she was in was the principal's and that she had been locked in his closet. She looked inside the closet to find her bag, trying to find her phone so she could call her daughter. She needed to find out what was going on.

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Viperion looked at the pile solemnly. “Do you think they're okay?”

“Our superhero forms make us very durable, so the impact probably wouldn’t be enough to hurt them too badly...”

“Okay, that’s a relief. But then why are you still concerned?”

“They both used their powers earlier. If they don’t get out of there before the transformation wears off…” Ryuuko trailed off.

Viperion realized why Ryuuko was so concerned. “Oh… yeah, we're gonna need to get them out of there.”

“I don’t think you will be able to do that” a smug voice called out to them.

The two heroes turn to see the masked villain that was responsible for all of this destruction.

She was flying in the air with two black angel wings as she stared down at them.

“I was expecting to find Simularé having dealt with all of you, but for some reason I can’t seem to call them. So, I assume you probably beat them.”

Viperion and Ryuuko shared a concerned look. Masquerade was clearly someone with a lot more power than they'd been anticipating. She didn’t even seem fazed by the fact that the sentimonster that could have any power it wanted was gone.

“I'll try digging them out, you try to handle Masquerade,” Viperion whispered. “The others don’t have that much time left and you’re a much better fighter.”

Ryuuko looked at Masquerade for a second before agreeing that it was the best course of action.

Ryuuko went to go but found herself blocked by two adults clad in red, black and white. Both of them wore the white face masks that all controlled akuma wore.

The first one Ryuuko had recognized from some new segments and some time on the Ladyblog as The Collector.

The other one she had no idea. All she knew was that it was a woman with blue skin. While the white mask covered the front of her head, she could see the dark helmet with a red visor. Her costume was a dark grayish cornflower blue dress suit with pointed shoulders, including a strong red front and swan neck collar that featured a red downward-arrow-shaped section in the center. The sleeves covered her entire arms, with the tips of her fingers fading into red. She also had pocket-like ridges on each side of her hips, and her pant legs came down to her feet, having red high-heels, soles, and tips. Ryuuko thought the figure seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Oh, did you think I came alone? Collector, Catalyst, why don’t you handle the uppity dragon girl. I need some entertainment while I wait for Ladybug and Chat Noir to show up.”

“Need MORE minions to do your dirty work?!” Ryuuko shouted with a mix of frustration and annoyance.

Viperion knew things were looking bad. He instinctively had his hand go to his bracelet but Ryuuko raised her hand out, non-verbally telling him to hold off.

She clenched her sword and charged, but the two akuma seemed to have a bit more skill and evaded her charge.

Catalyst even caught the blade of the heroine with her hands. Ryuuko tried to free the blade only to receive a front kick by the Collector, sending her flying back.

From the corner of her eye, Ryuuko noticed Catalyst's blade coming back at her like a throwing knife.Ryuuko managed to control her backward momentum and caught the blade moments after landing on her feet.

“Okay… this is going to be a challenge,” Ryuuko huffed.

Ryuuko dashed past the Collector and delivered a roundhouse kick to Catalyst, who used her arms to cushion the strike.

Viperion started digging only to feel the force of a front kick by the Collector sending him flying back.

“And what has you focused on digging through rubble rather than acting as entertainment for me?”

Viperion tried to get up, but felt a foot step on his chest.

Viperion grabbed the leg that was keeping him pinned and used his strength to roll and twist, the motion causing the akuma servant to move off balance.

Ryuuko noticed Viperion struggling and managed to trip and kick Catalyst hard enough to send her flying right into the akumatized Collector.

Viperion stood up and moved his way towards Ryuuko.

“We can’t get to Ladybug or Chat Noir while these two and Masquerade are here.”

“Then we will need to hope Ladybug and Chat Noir can get themselves out while we buy time.”

Masquerade watched the two heroes in amusement,“It’s cute that you think you stand a chance when you’re outnumbered.”

“If that’s cute, then you being a dumb bitch that thinks she is going to win makes you downright adorable,” commented a familiar voice.

Masquerade’s smug smile disappeared as she looked to see the arrival of a certain bee heroine.

“So, you’re the mask bitch that's been causing all these problems,” observed Queen Bee..

“Wow, Ladybug must really be desperate if she sent for you again.” Masquerade descended from the air and flicked her charm to remove her wings.

“It’s funny how you call me desperate when you’re the one akumatized.”

Masquerade noticed her charm bracelet glowing, and a sinister grin appeared on her face.She snapped her fingers, calling her two servants to her side.

“You know, Chloé,” Masquerade began as she stalked closer, “Out of everyone in Paris, I think you are the most pitiful.”

Queen Bee kept eye contact with Masquerade as the villain stopped  a few feet away.

“Me? Pitiful? I’m not the one who looks like a theater reject,” she retorted.

Masquerade shook her head.

“Your mother is a famous fashion critic, and your father is the mayor of Paris. You can have whatever you want whenever you want by just sending a text or making a call, but you know that having such privilege doesn’t give you any value. It doesn’t matter that your daddy bends over backwards for you, because your dear mother who you aspire to be doesn’t give a crap about you. You are just a spoiled brat, and everyone knows you’re nothing special. At best you’re a rich bully who acts out to get some form of attention. When you got a miraculous by some fluke, you hoped that it would be your ticket to being someone people liked, respected, and found exceptional.”.

Queen Bee’s head lowered with each sentence, her fists tightening.

Ryuuko and Viperion tried to land a strike against Masquerade while she was talking, but the Collector and Catalyst blocked their  attempts and managed to pin both of them to the ground.

“Are you done?” Masquerade looked at the two pinned heroes. “I’m not dumb enough to leave myself open.”

Masquerade cleared her throat, and turned back to Queen Bee.

“Where was I? Oh yes. I remember. No matter how hard you try, no matter what you say or do, you will NEVER be a hero. You will always be Chloé Bourgeois, Audrey’s embarrassment of a daughter,” Masquerade cruelly declared.

Queen Bee refused to look up. Masquerade knew this was her moment.

“Don’t worry Chloé. Now you have a chance to be a part of something exceptional for once.”

Masquerade took a mask from her dress and threw it at Queen Bee, only for the mask to be smacked away by the heroine herself.

This was a surprise to Masquerade.

“What?! How did you do that?”

Queen Bee started to laugh. She looked up at the confused Masquerade.

“That was it?! That was your big take down? That was going to make me so demoralized that I would settle for being one of your puppets? GET REAL!” Queen Bee mocked. “It’s actually funny that you thought that would work.”

“What do you mean!? I just exposed your biggest insecurities, your fears! You should be a sobbing mess!”

Queen Bee shook her head.

“You’re not wrong. What you said about me was, word for word, all of my insecurities. Problem is, I’ve heard it before. I have heard this crap from Hawkmoth, I heard it from my own mother and I hear it from me. I think this about myself every single day. Those thoughts echo in my head, and all those other people that have said it to me said it much worse than that rank amateur trick you just tried,” Queen Bee spelled out.

“Amateur!?”

“Look, I may suck at getting all the things about being a hero right. I may need to work on ‘being a good person’ or whatever, but I do know one thing and that’s how to be mean. You? You’re nasty not because that’s how you are, it’s because you think you are. I know why you always seemed off now, that lame liar that had everyone wrapped around your finger by telling them only things they want to hear. You want to talk about my need to be accepted? Let’s talk about yours. You want nothing more than love and attention. And since your lies bit you in the butt, now you think the only way to get what you want is by going full mean girl and hope that your akumatization makes it so you can at least have some sort of control again. But you suck at that too.”

Masquerade gaped in disbelief at what she was hearing.

“Are you saying I’m not mean enough?”

“Oh, I think you’re pretty cruel, but that’s out of defense. It isn’t your default. You’ve lied to yourself so much that you don’t even know who you are anymore. Me? I’m a petty, self-absorbed bitch with mommy issues, but I know who I am. But tell me ‘Masquerade’, who are you, really? Under all the lies and borderline psychopathic tendencies, what is the real Lila like?”

Ryuuko and Viperion looked at Queen Bee with a mix of shock and awe.

For the first time, Masquerade felt shaken. She backed away, glaring daggers at Queen Bee.

“Oh, wow, look at the mighty mask akuma shaking like a leaf,” Queen bee mocked before turning to Viperion and Ryuuko. “By the way, what happened to the giant gorilla? I thought we were fighting that weird sentimonster.”

Ryuuko kicked Catalyst off her and stood up. “Oh, Chat Noir Cataclysmed it, then it ran off.”

Viperion followed suit with Collector. “Right now, Ladybug and Chat Noir are below us, if they aren’t buried in rubble.”

“Thanks for the recap.” Queen bee turned her attention back to Masquerade before whirling back to the other heroes. “Wait, they’re WHAT?”

“Buried in rubble. But knowing Ladybug, they likely got themselves out and are fine,” Ryuuko assured.

“Oh, yeah probably.” Now calmer, Queen Bee turned back to Masquerade

“Now, where were we?”

Masquerade’s shaken anger shifted to a crazed smile.

“You know what, Chloé? I’ve decided I’m done playing games. Collector! Open the book.”

The akuma servant moved to the open hole they had entered through and opened the book.

It was at this moment the heroes realized that Masquerade had a lot more in store for them.

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The Lucky Charm vanished as their transformations dropped, leaving Marinette and Adrien standing right in front of each other with stunned expressions. Their two kwamis, Tikki and Plagg, popped out and saw the two looking at one another.

“This is not how I was expecting this to go.”

“Plagg!”

“What? It isn’t! I was expecting something more along the lines of one of them finding out through some gift delivery, and then the other one revealing themselves by saving the first from an akuma attack or some elaborate trick to find out the other’s identity and then intending to reset the time with the snake but not going through with it… actually scratch that, this way was better.”

“Plagg, seriously!”

Adrien and Marinette looked at each other as everything came together. The vanishing of their masks was really just the garnish on what they had both realized. Marinette had realized that her trusted partner was the boy she’d been crushing on and was now dating, while Adrien realized the girl he believed he had moved on from but still cared for is actually the girl he was in love with the whole time.

“I think they're still processing all of this,” Plagg commented as he flew down to Adrien’s jacket pocket.

“You might want to grab your snack while you can, Sugarcube, I think it’s gonna take them a bit to get over the shock.”

Tikki wanted to say something, but Plagg made a fair point. They were going to need food to refuel.

The kwami snagged their foods of choice and floated a short distance away just as both teens looked ready to speak.

“It’s you,” they said almost in unison. Another beat passed.

They rushed towards each other and hugged.

“I’m so glad you're okay!”

“You distracted Simularé back then without your powers so I could get away. Don’t you know how dangerous that was?”

“Yea, but I figured that I could buy you some time to get away, and Ladybug usually arrives right when I need her to.”

“Just because you got lucky and she was me doesn’t mean I'm not mad you almost got yourself hurt!”

Adrien smiled at her sweetly. Marinette looked up and met his gaze. The tension this day had them go through and finding out that the other is not only safe but has been fighting with them gave them both a renewed vigor and a sense of relief.

Marinette cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

“Aww, they are so adorable!” Tikki squeaked.

“Ugh, they're being too cheesy even for my tastes,” Plagg snarked.

Tikki shot him a look.

“I'm joking! Of course I'm happy for them. But you've gotta admit, it is pretty funny seeing how they've been running circles around each other.”

After a long moment, the teens broke away from the kiss and took one look at each other before bursting into laughter.

“I struggled for so long to tell you how I felt and you were already flirting with me that entire time,” Marinette wheezed.

“You kissed me two times that I can't even remember,” Adrien pointed out.

“You asked me about how YOU did when I had you watch over civilian me when we fought Evillustrator.”

“You put me in a sarcophagus!“

“You reset time 25,913 times just to hide the fact that you were Chat Noir!”

“I did that because you came looking for Adrien and I really didn’t want to let you down!”

“That was very sweet and very dumb!”

“I was made aware of that!”

“But I also really wanted to make sure you got a miraculous because I wanted to fight by your side.”

“I actually thought you were Ladybug at one point, but then you were Multimouse which really threw me off.”

“That was because of an elaborate plan involving a lot of miraculous.”

“Well, it was pretty impressive.”

They both smiled wryly and turned to their kwami.

“Okay be honest, how ridiculous was all of this to watch?” Adrien asked.

“You mean that moment, or your whole Lovesquare dynamic since we knew you?” Plagg asked between bites of cheese.

“Well, now that you mention it…”

Marinette was the first one to come back to Earth.

“Oh no! What’s Fu going to say!?”

Tikki nearly dropped her cookie.

“That is going to be a problem,” Adrien mused, mirroring Marinette’s concern.

“Now that we know each other’s identities, we're a danger to each other as superheroes… we might have to give up our miraculous now.”

Tikki and Plagg looked at the two teens with sad eyes. They'd had dozens of different users over the course of centuries, but Marinette and Adrien were special. It would be heartbreaking to have to leave them.

Adrien looked at Plagg. While he was overjoyed to find out his girlfriend was actually Ladybug and that the two people he was torn between were actually one, he didn’t want to say goodbye to his cat confidant.

Marinette looked at Tikki. The ladybug kwami had always been a well of positivity and support for her. Tikki was her biggest cheerleader and had been one of the happiest to see her get together with Adrien. Now, although finding out that Chat Noir and Adrien were one and the same was incredible, it was also bittersweet because she didn’t want to say goodbye to her sugar-fueled friend.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Their revelation was interrupted by the sound of concussive impacts coming from outside of the room. It seemed that something big had arrived and the other heroes were going to need help.

“Look kid, we'll have to cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Plagg is right. There's still trouble to deal with up there.”

Marinette and Adrien looked at each other then at their kwami.

“This might be our last fight together,” Adrien solemnly said.

Marinette took his hand in both of hers.

“Then let’s make it count,” Marinette said, giving him a peck on his nose.

“Tikki, Spots on!”

“Plagg, Claws out!”

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Masquerade smiled as outside of the school stood multiple akuma were ready to strike. She had shown that she had a back-up army in wait.

The giants Megatitan, Glaciator and Gorizilla towered over the opened room. Queen Bee peered out to see dozens of more akuma, such as her butler and parents all in their akumatized forms.

While the heroes couldn’t identify all of the akuma present, all of them white masks that accommodated their various sizes. They were all under Masquerade’s complete control.

“That is a lot of akuma,” Viperion said.

“Did you really think you stood a chance?” Masquerade taunted. Her anger from earlier twisted into a sadistic glee as she could see all of their bravado fading away. “I think I will take your miraculous as trophies. Hawkmoth is only interested in Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. He can have those. I'm more interested in what you have.”

“You are getting way too overconfident. We've dealt with your mindless akuma puppets before, and they were never a match for us.” Ryuuko pointed her sword at Masquerade.

“So you think that you can fight them all at once, then?” Masquerade asked.

Ryuuko still looked determined.

Viperion put his hand on her shoulder. “Hold on, rushing in will not help right now. There are dozens of them out there. We need to find a way to Masquerade and deal with her so that they can be dealt with.”

“I finally found it!” A sudden voice from out of view exclaimed.

Masquerade and the heroes turn their attention to the direction of the voice, but the one who said it was obscured from view.

“Forgive the intrusion, but it was quite a task getting up here. This school is quite a labyrinth.”

“Show yourself!” Masquerade called out, getting annoyed by the interruption.

“Allow me to make an entrance.”

There was a brief moment of silence, but they heard the words.

“Wayzz, shell on!”

A figure jumped out from a hidden corner and landed in the center of the room standing between Masquerade and the heroes.

There they saw an old man clad in green armor. He had a dark green chest plate with light green pauldrons and tassets with dark green edges; dark brown, loose pants, elbow pads, and collar; and dark green armor boots with light green toe-caps and dark brown soles. His mask was dark green on the upper half and light green on the lower half.

Masquerade cracked up at the sight of him. “You have to be joking! I bring an army and your response is an old man!? That is something else.”

“I am not just any old man, I am Jade Turtle. And you must be the akuma that has been causing all of this chaos. I think it’s about time I put a stop to it.”

“Is that right? And what are you going?”

Jade Turtle turned to the heroes behind him.

“Allow me to show you kids what one can really do with the full power of a miraculous.”

“No, I don’t think so. Collector! Catalyst! Take him out!”

The two akuma charged at the turtle hero.

Jade Turtle confidently jumped in and took off his hat to use as a shield.

“Shell-ter, projectile mode.”

Jade Turtle shot off two baseball-sized green spheres at the two approaching akuma. Both shots made contact, knocking them over right as he landed.

The Akuma recovered quickly, getting up to attack again, but their movements were too predictable. Jade Turtle ran towards them, and right before they attacked, he slid forward and knocked both their legs from under them. The two akuma fell hard on their masks and the turtle hero popped up behind them.

“Whoa!” The three heroes were stunned at how easily he'd handled those two.

Before Jade Turtle could acknowledge this, Masquerade fired what appeared to be a blast of lightning from her hands. The stormy weather charm on her bracelet glowed.

“Don’t think it will be THAT easy to deal with me.”

“Shell-ter!”

He quickly created a hamster-ball-like shield around himself, allowing him to take the lightning attacks as he ran forward.

Masquerade saw him rolling towards her and jumped out of the way but then realized he was moving straight toward the army.

“STOP HIM!”

The akumas outside all tried attacking the turtle hero as he rolled out of the building and bounced right in the middle of their forces.

He watched as they tried to break his shield.

“Reinforce!”

His shield bubble became thicker than before, allowing it to resist more of the damage that the akuma were doing.

He felt his legs wobble.

Easy Fu, you can’t overexert yourself. You have less than 9 minutes before you transform back. You need to hold them off now. Let Ladybug and Chat Noir know what to do.

Jade Turtle touched his shield to reveal a phone feature. He called Ladybug. Thankfully, she picked up right away.

“Master Fu? What's going on? Are you okay?”

“I am fine, Ladybug. Are you and Chat Noir in the school?”

“Yes, we're on our way back to fight the akuma, we just had to refuel first… Master Fu, we need to talk with you about something.”

“Is it life or death?”

“Not at the moment.”

“Then I think it can wait until later. Right now I am holding off an army of akuma. I will buy you 8 minutes. You need to defeat the masked akuma by then.”

“Wait…You're fighting!? Master what about…”

“Don’t worry Ladybug. I am not as weak as you think. But do hurry.”

“Understood. We won’t let you down.”

The turtle hero hung up the phone. “Time for the big one. Shell-ter!”

His shield opened up a small hole to send out a new large, green barrier. This one overtook all of the akuma surrounding him.

“Condense!”

The larger bubble started shrinking and the larger akuma were forced to get down, pinning them to the ground, while the smaller akuma were getting tightly pushed together. Jade Turtle closed the shield surrounding himself and watched as the akuma that had been attacking were forced to stop due to their inability to move. He was thankful that they were unable to think for themselves or they might have figured some way out of this situation.

The elderly hero felt his breathing grow labored. This was taking a lot more out of him then he'd anticipated. He did his best to still his movements but using the miraculous was still draining. This wouldn’t hold forever. As soon as his transformation dropped, so would the shields. He just needed to focus.

He crossed his legs and sat in the lotus position. He closed his eyes and began to meditate. He needed to minimize his movement and strain to maximize the amount of time he can maintain this transformation.

‘The rest is up to you, Ladybug and Chat Noir.’

Masquerade looked at the condensed shield.

“No way… my army…” Masquerade was in shock. The old man she'd mocked earlier had somehow managed to seal off her army from her. Even her giant akuma were trapped in there. And with his other barrier, they couldn't even finish him off! He had crippled her forces in under a minute.

“Did we know him? Because I feel like we should know him,” Viperion asked.

“No, he's new. The turtle hero we're used to seeing is a lot younger… but this one seems to know a lot more tricks. I wonder if we can tweak our powers like that to make them more effective?” Ryuuko responded as she mulled over possibilities.

“Well so much for your army, they're getting handled by an old guy cosplaying as a Ninja Turtle,” Queen Bee jeered.

Masquerade turned to face her.

“You know what? This is fine. I don’t need an army to turn you into bug juice.”

“Ooo, I'm shaking in my costume.” Queen Bee rolled her eyes.

Masquerade touched several of her charms.

Her eyes glowed bright as she rose into the air with black wings.

“You wanted to know who I am, Chloé? Well then, let me tell you exactly who I am!”

The winds around them started getting more intense. Ryuuko almost got swept up in the winds, but Viperion quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the eye of the storm.

“I am not a nice new student. I am not the mean, manipulative bully. I am Masquerade, the akuma with infinite powers who is going to take over Paris! I am stronger than Hawkmoth, deadlier than any villain this city has ever faced! And by the end of today, you and all of Paris will be bowing to me!” she roared.

The area around them grew colder as Masquerade started channeling more powers.

Catalyst and Collector stood back up only to get swept up in the winds that Masquerade created.

“Well, you really kicked the hive with that one, Queen Bee” Ryuuko snarked.

“Look, it’s not my fault it’s hard to take her seriously! She looks like a theater kid reject mixed with a Hawkmoth fan. Also… was that a pun?”

“Umm, I really don’t think this is the time for that. We have a super angry, power-mad akuma that is clearly very angry at us, specifically you, Queen Bee,” Viperion interjected.

“Right,” the two teens conceded.

“So, what’s the plan?”

Masquerade looks at the three heroes.

“Plan? Do you three really think you stand a chance?! The only reason you're still standing right now is because I've been toying with you! I wanted some entertainment until Ladybug and Chat Noir finally showed up.”

Viperion slyly activated his power as Masquerade gloated.

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” she said as she summoned what appeared to be a trumpet from thin air.

She shot a small blast from it and hit Ryuuko, making her disappear.

“Ryuuko!”

A sticker appeared on Masquerade’s dress.

“That is from the akuma Desperada. I can release her whenever I want.”

“Second Chance!”

The situation reset.

“Alright, that’s enough of that.” She said as she summoned what appeared to be a trumpet from thin air.

“Get down!”

Viperion managed to push Ryuuko out of the way of the blast.

“Those blasts are instant Game Overs, don't let them hit you.”

“Instant Game Overs? What is this, a video ga…” Queen Bee tried to ask before she was hit with one of the trumpet blasts.

Viperion sighed. “Here we go again.”

“Second Chance!”

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“This way!” Ladybug called out as they made their way past another piece of falling rubble.

Ladybug and Chat Noir managed to get out of the room they were trapped in and, thanks to Fu, they knew about the situation above.

“Things must be pretty serious if Fu got involved,” Chat Noir commented.

“Well, this is probably the most dangerous fight we've faced since that whole thing during Heroes' Day.”

“It is pretty cool that Fu is jumping in to give a hand, though. Has he used the miraculous around you?”

“Not that I've seen, but I remember him mentioning that using it takes a lot out of him due to his age, so even though he's an adult, he's still on a time limit.”

“Right, but he probably knows a few tricks that would be fun to see.”

“He's been the guardian for over a century, so he likely knows more skills and tricks.”

The two rushed up a staircase and managed to make progress.

“So Ma…. My Lady. You still haven’t said how we're going to deal with Masquerade.”

“That’s because I don’t have a plan yet. But I figure once I see her face I'll probably know when to summon my Lucky Charm and figure a way to defeat her.”

“Reasonable. But do you think the others will be able to hold on until we get there? With how unstable that room got, we couldn’t go straight upward and risk the ceiling caving in on us, and those winds and ice are making things more difficult to traverse. Those three are facing an akuma with the powers of every akuma we ever faced.”

Ladybug thought for a moment. “If Viperion has his power active, they should be okay. He can keep them out of trouble. Even if he doesn’t have his memory, his intuition is still incredibly good.”

“True, he was a better snake than me.”

“You were a good snake, but you're a better kitty. I think you should stick with the cat powers. They suit you better.”

“You’re saying they are purrfect for me?” Chat Noir punned.

“Oh no, what did I start?”

“You set me up for it.”

“I did and I hate myself for it.”

“Don’t hate yourself, you're amazing.”

“Kitty, I'm going to need you to stop being cute or I'm going to have to kiss you, and we don’t have time for that.”

“Now you're just baiting me to do that.”

They heard a massive crash in front of them.

“We should hurry,” Chat Noir said.

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“WHY ARE YOU SO HARD TO HIT?” Masquerade shouted in frustration.

Viperion had managed to help his fellow heroes avoid the attacks of the crazed akuma. She stopped using Desperada’s power and tried a plethora of different powers at her disposal.

She tried Lady Wifi’s pause symbols, Jackady’s command cards, Bubbler’s bubbles,  Rogercop’s handcuffs, and even Horrificator’s slime shots. Masquerade was trying everything in her arsenal, but to no avail

“Perhaps your multitasking is what is making it so difficult for you to focus,” Ryuuko suggested. “Maintaining those winds around us may limit our movement, but it means nothing if you can't hit us. Your focus is split and therefore you can’t dedicate yourself to defeating us.”

Masquerade glared at the dragon heroine skeptically.

“Nice try, but this is clearly a trick to get me to let my guard down. If I reduce the winds, you'll have a chance to escape.”

“You misunderstand. We have no intention of running away. We are heroes and we are going to stop you. Retreat isn’t an option.”

“Then why bother telling me to cut down the winds if not to try and get the advantage?”

“Well either you cut out the winds or we come up there and take you down personally.”

Masquerade pondered for a moment before speaking again.

“I decided I'm just going to end this.”

Masquerade focused her winds to close in on the three heroes, forming a tornado.

“Well that was dumb, now she's gonna rip us apart with this tornado.”

“Not exactly,” Ryuuko smirked. “Viperion, give me a boost.”

Viperion rushed over and linked his fingers together for her to place a foot on.

“Queen Bee, get Ryuuko’s other leg.”

“This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

Viperion and Queen Bee quickly get ready as the winds start closing in.

“3… 2…. 1…. LAUNCH!”

The two heroes sent Ryuuko as high as they could.

“Lightning Dragon!”

Ryuuko turned herself into a bolt of lightning and struck the masked akuma.

Masquerade screamed as the winds ceased and her hair stood up.

Her body started dropping and Ryuuko shifted back into her solid form, falling right next to her.

Viperion jumped and caught Ryuuko. Masquerade face planted into the floor.

“Nice work.”

Ryuuko smiled.

“You seem to have gotten very good at catching me.”

“You've been falling a lot today. I’d almost think you planned it this way,” Viperion teased.

Ryuuko punched his arm playfully.

“Guess that takes care of her-” Viperion stopped speaking. It was as if some force had frozen him in place.

“Viperion?” Ryuuko got out of his arms and saw the pause symbol on his back.

A second pause symbol shot her way before Ryuuko could react, and then she too was frozen in place.

Queen Bee stared in shock. She'd thought that this was over, but Masquerade had recovered while the two other heroes were distracted and ensured they were both paused.

Masquerade got up, her mask cracked from the landing, her hair smoking from the lighting attack from Ryuuko. Her eyes glowed red as she began walking towards Queen Bee.

“You know, I thought I would be angrier after everything. The collapse of my reputation, the shame I brought on my mother, the loss of my sentimonster, and just the consistent humiliation I faced ever since I saw you heroes. Maybe I've just become so unbelievably enraged that I've come full circle.”

Queen bee felt herself backing up as Masquerade approached.

“I think I know what I am going to do with you Queen Bee. I am going to use you as a test dummy and try out every single one of my powers on you. And when I am done, THEN I will let you cease existing.”

“If you wanted to prove you were a mean girl, you were right. You are definitely mean...” Queen Bee said as she continued backing away.

Masquerade moved her hand and a wind blew Queen Bee into a wall.

“Now, which power to use first on you? Oh I know! One of the powers that the akuma had was a replica of Chat Noir. I wonder what a cataclysm will do to a person.”

Masquerade's hand began emanating a dark energy reminiscent of Chat Noir’s famous move.

Queen Bee closed her eyes to brace herself for what was coming. She hoped it wouldn’t make her ugly.

But before it made contact, a yo-yo wrapped around Masquerade’s legs. The string was pulled and Masquerade ended up falling to the floor where the cataclysm destroying a piece of debris.

“Sorry we were late, it was difficult getting back up here,” a feminine voice spoke from out of view.

Queen Bee opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the voices.

“What took you both so long?” Queen bee exclaimed

Masquerade looked up.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir.”  She spat as if those were the foulest words in her vocabulary.

Ladybug and Chat Noir walked closer.

“We are going to give you one chance. Just hand over the akumatized object and we can all go back to normal,” Chat Noir tried to reason.

Masquerade glared at the two heroes.

“Normal? There is no normal left for me. I watched it all crash and burn. But who cares, now I am the most powerful person in all of Paris. No one can ignore me now.”

Ladybug shook her head.

“You’ve gone power mad.”

Masquerade touched her charms and summoned vines from her wrists.

“Vines? When did we fight an akuma that used plants?” Ladybug questioned.

“Weredad…” Chat Noir said with a horrified gasp. He remembered that beating all too well, and knowing that Masquerade got to Marinette’s father was not sitting well.

Ladybug’s confusion shifted to determination as she jumped to dodge the vines.

Chat Noir and Ladybug moved gracefully as they approached Masquerade. The akuma realized the two were quickly approaching and needed to push them back. She activated Stormy Weather’s power to use a mighty gust to blow them back.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were sent back to where they started, but landed on their feet.

“Okay, so it's safe to assume she has every akuma power so far."

“Well except Chloé's, Luka’s and Kagami’s,” Chat Noir added.

“Right. That’s a relief. Dealing with Queen Wasp or Riposte would not be good.”

“I was more worried about Silencer. If he made us quiet, I wouldn’t be able to hear you call my name.”

“Focus, Kitty.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Seems it's lucky charm time.”

Ladybug activated her power.

“Lucky Charm!”

What appeared was another unexpected item with a ladybug color scheme.

“A mop bucket?”

“Heads up!”

Chat Noir jumped in front of her and spun his staff to block several pause symbols heading their way.

“I’ll cover you. Figure out how to use the charm.”

“Oh, hell no!” Masquerade shouted as she pulled her hand back, revealing her arm shifting to stone.

She smashed the ground, causing the already unstable floor to crack and send more rubble falling from the ceiling.

Ladybug grabbed the bucket and jumped away.

She looked around, Her eyes looked at Masquerade, Chat Noir’s staff, the ground, her yo-yo, the bucket, and finally Queen bee.

She had a plan.

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It was endless, the voices in their head screaming. Their body shifting and changing with each passing second, constantly shifting into something else belonging to someone else.

“STOP IT!!!” They screamed as they shouted in the alleyway they landed in. They were alone.

“Mind… shattered… Thoughts… endless… Focus… split!” they tried to articulate.

Their brain felt like it was on fire! Nothing seemed to make sense, it felt like they were losing all control and that they would be left in the dust.

“Focus…. Focus…. FOCUS!!!”

They continued to try and get themselves back on track. They needed something, anything to put their mind to. They needed order! They needed purpose!!!

“I need a reason! Why am I here?! To suffer!? Is this all there is!?”

They held their head with their ever-changing hands.

“They hurt me! Now I am in pain! I hate them… Hate…. HATE!!”

Their clouded mind seemed to calm. They had realized why they were here. That among all of the emotions that they had been created from, one was their defining prime emotion.

“Hatred… I was made from hatred. I am the embodiment of Her hate,” they said.

Their mind flashed with images. The faces of Ladybug and Chat Noir, Alya Cesaire, Marinette Dupain Cheng, Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, and…

The face became like their original form, a cracked smiling white mask.

“Yes. I know what I must do. Simularé must destroy those it hates!”

The Sentimonster focused and began changing its body to now be more in control. It started molding its body. It was no longer changing against its will. Simularé was starting to regain control.

“Yes…”

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Masquerade noticed Ladybug standing back and she used her powers to jump at her. Ladybug quickly jumped out of the way and rolled near Chat Noir. Just then, she realized she had left the bucket behind.

“The Lucky Charm!”

Masquerade looked and saw the bucket.

“Let’s not take any chances.”

She touched her charm, now imbued with the power of Copycat’s cataclysm.

Just before she could touch the power, Chat Noir uses his baton to extend out and move the bucket out of the way, causing her to touch the ground and causing the area she touched to break and make a hole that half of her fell into, only to be saved by her other arm catching the floor.

“Nicely done Chaton.”

Ladybug moved to Queen Bee, who had been motionless and watching the two heroes fight with Masquerade. She went into her yo-yo and revealed a purple Macaroon.

“Queen bee activate your power. It's time.” Ladybug relayed her message and used her yo-yo to snag the lucky charm back to her. “Pop this in your mouth when things get serious.”

“Huh?! Oh right!”

Queen Bee started moving again. She had let herself freeze, almost paused just like the other two heroes she was fighting with. But now it was time to act.

“Venom!”

Masquerade managed to get up and out of the hole. It was there that she saw Queen Bee charging at her.

“Oh that is cute. You finally stopped watching and decided to join in getting your butt kicked.”

Masquerade used Stormy Weather’s wind powers to blow Queen Bee back, but this time, Queen Bee popped the macaroon into her mouth.

Suddenly her costume started to shift. She gained a clear face covering and her suit was glowing a shinier gold color, with thicker black gloves. Her hair was now shining gold, and she had an impressive gold jetpack reminiscent of Bee Wings.

“What the heck is that!”

Queen bee realized that Ladybug had given her not just a weird tasting macaroon, but a power-granting one. She got a power up.

“You heard of Cosmobug and Astrochat. Get ready to meet Stellarbee!” she exclaimed.

Stellarbee pushed her jetpack to push through the powerful winds.

Masquerade realized that at the rate she was going, Stellarbee was going to reach her! She couldn’t let herself get tagged. She pushed more power into the wind, and just as she did, an idea popped into her head.

‘If I tag her first, then there will be no issue.’

Masquerade started easing on her wind powers and moved one hand to prepare a deadly touch from the powers of Timebreaker.

Stellarbee kept approaching.

“You know, Lila, you really are a pathetic person.”

Masquerade rolled her eyes.

“And why is that?”

“Well, for one thing, you are so focused on what other people think of you. I must say it's clear that out of everyone here you have the lowest self esteem.”

“I have self-esteem! I have tons of it. You are the one with Mommy issues!”

“Defensive much? Yea, I have issues. But I never lied about who I am. I am Chloé Bourgeois. And you are a girl with a bucket on her head.”

“I am not… Wait what.”

As if on cue, Ladybug covered Masquerade's vision with the sanitation bucket. The surprise caused Masquerade to lose focus on her powers and Stellarbee zoomed right by her, making sure to contact her with her power. Masquerade froze.

Masquerade was in utter shock, unable to move.

Ladybug walked up to Masquerade and touched the charms, causing all the powers she had active to deactivate, including the pause power she had on Viperion and Ryuuko.”

“It's finally over.”

Ladybug took the bracelet off of Masquerade. She ripped it apart with her hands, causing it to break and an akuma to pop out.

“No more evil-doing for you little akuma.” Ladybug spoke as she snagged the akuma with her yo-yo and purified it.

“Bye bye little butterfly.”

Masquerade's form dissipated, returning to that of Lila Rossi.

Jade Turtle, who had kept the tight barrier around the akuma army to keep them from making any moves noticed that they had all ceased to function. They were all still transformed but they were no longer moving.

“Wayzz, shell off.”

Fu transformed back and the barriers he casted vanished.  He was catching his breath.

“Cutting it very close, Ladybug…” Fu commented with relief. He knew there was a reason he didn’t get involved initially. He needed to retire.

The Power that Stellarbee had used on Masquerade had worn off now that she was back to normal.

Lila took off the bucket.

“No! No no no! This can't be happening.”

“The game is over, Lila.” Ladybug said definitively.

Stellarbee deactivated her space form and pulled herself out of the wall she'd collided with when flying.

Viperion shook his head.

“Whoa, everything feels clear again. What happened.”

Ryuuko hugged the snake hero.

“You’re back!”

Viperion felt his cheeks heat up from the hug.

“I am? What did I miss?”

Ryuuko realized the sudden emotional outburst and quickly let go of the hug.

“It's… I will tell you later. I am just happy you are back to normal.”

Queen Bee slid down from the wall looking at the two reptilian heroes and rolling her eyes. She was not gonna be a third wheel in that conversation, no matter how hot they both were. So she decided to make her way to Ladybug.

Chat Noir jumped to land next to Ladybug.

“That’s the end.”

“It always comes back to you doesn’t it?” Lila hissed.

Ladybug raised her eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“You are the one that ruined my life once again!”

“Ruined your… you were akumatized and tried to enslave Paris!”

“Because of your stupid fan printing that garbage about me working with Hawkmoth!”

“Well there is that footage…” Chat Noir pointed out.

“I was angry! I was frustrated and saw an opportunity… I don’t work for Hawkmoth” Lila defended herself.

“Assuming that is the truth, using the akuma just to have a temper tantrum is still pretty scummy,” Ladybug commented.

“That’s not the point! Ever since you popped up and yelled at me in the park everything went downhill.”

“Is this what it is really all about? Why are you blaming me when all you have done is lie? I shouldn’t have confronted you that way, I admit I went about that wrong, but you shouldn’t be lying about things like that. Why didn’t you just try being honest? Why did you need to spread rumors just to be popular?”

“Are you joking? Have you ever been a new kid at school? Have you ever had to constantly try and make friends only to be ignored or dismissed, and any time you do get a few people that do talk to you only to stop as soon as you are whisked away to a new location?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir watch as Lila continues to unravel, both of them trying to figure out if this was just another elaborate lie.

“No, you haven’t been ignored or dismissed. I can tell you two are just BATHED in love and acceptance. You don’t have to deal with not knowing if you are going to be moved to a new place where you don’t know anyone and the only person you know and love has to work ridiculous long hours just to take care of you! You never had to constantly try and fail to make new friends, constantly getting bullied or ignored just because you were an easy mark. You wouldn’t know what that is like at all! Is it wrong that I wanted to be liked? Is it wrong that I was sick of being pushed around so I pushed back? Is it so bad that I just wanted to be noticed?”

Ladybug put her hand on Lila’s shoulder.

“Assuming that what you’re saying is true, I think I understand you a bit better now. But that still doesn’t make what you did right.”

Chat Noir put his hand on her other shoulder.

“I do understand that loneliness, better than you think. Maybe if things shook out differently, I could have ended up with a similar mindset. But Ladybug is right. Your actions aren’t justified.”

Lila pulled back from their touch.

Lila looked at the two heroes. She could see the looks of annoyance and anger had shifted to something much worse in their eyes, pity.  Honestly it was better when they were angry with her. At least then there was some sort of begrudging mutual animosity. But right now… everything she worked for was gone, her school life was destroyed, and that whole bit about conquering Paris as an akuma now seemed unbelievably dumb in retrospective. But does that really matter? Lila felt her soul sink. She felt as ruined as the school looked.

“So… what happens now? You're gonna lock me away and throw away the key?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir look at the girl puzzled.

“Lock you up?”

“Yea, after all of the crap that Alya posted on the Ladyblog. All of this? And whatever else I didn’t mention. I bet you want to put me in a cell and let me rot.”

Ladybug sighed. Part of her had to admit that if this was before Lila’s meltdown, she would have agreed. The girl had issues. But seeing Lila now, whether her tantrum was real or not… It made the girl seem so small. And even without the temper tantrum, prison probably wouldn't be possible.

“We aren’t going to hold what you did as an akuma against you. If we did, then we would have to lock up a lot of Parisians,” Chat Noir started off.

“However, we do know that you have been causing a lot of trouble, and your actions outside of being an akuma have not been good.”

“We sure we can’t arrest her?” Queen Bee suggested.

“Train incident,” Ladybug and Chat Noir stated in unison.

“Nevermind.” Queen Bee backed off. “Yikes. You both are in unison way too much all of a sudden. You know what? You two handle this. I will … check on the old guy.”

Queen bee jumped away in the direction of the motionless akuma puppets.

Lila turned her attention back to Ladybug.

“What happens next is your call, Lila,” Ladybug spoke sternly. “There are going to be consequences for what happened regardless of your choice. It’s up to you how you deal with things going forward. And if you want my opinion, the honest you right here, I think, has a better chance of earning a second chance than the version you tried out when you first came to this school. You would be amazed how accepting people are if you stay true to yourself. I don’t promise it will be easy, but I can say it is better than the path you are going on.”

Lila still felt a fierce dislike of Ladybug, and she still remembered all of the pain and frustration she endured since her first akumatization… but she knew that Ladybug was being genuine and trying to reach out. She just wasn't sure if she could be willing to accept help from Ladybug of all people.

“Mi Stellina!”

The voice calling out had the heroes and Lila turn.

“Mama?” Lila asked in surprise.

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Queen Bee had dashed out of the building to see, laying in the middle of multiple masked akuma who remained motionless, an old man. One who looked very familiar.

“Hey… you’re that old guy I saved earlier.” Queen bee mentioned. “What happened to the old turtle guy?”

Fu took a second to process what she had just said and decided not to explain.

“And you are the young girl that helped me out. What a coincidence,” Fu said as he tried to get up. “Did you finally prove to yourself that you were always a hero?”

Chloé looked at the old man with a perplexed expression. She didn’t know how this old man knew so much. But she wasn’t going to question it.

“I don’t know for sure. I know it’s easier to be a hero with powers,” Queen Bee answered.

Fu looked at the unsure blonde and smiled.

“I can tell that there is a hero inside of you. It wasn’t visible at first, and many would argue that it isn’t there, but you just have to believe that there is good inside of you. If you can push forward and try to keep being that hero, soon the day will come when you don’t need the powers to be a hero.”

Queen Bee thought about his words for a moment.

“You know, after all of this mask insanity and finding one’s true self crap, I think I've realized what I am. I am not Ladybug and I am not my mother. I am me. I may not be kind, I may be self-interested… but I know who I am and I know I can be a pretty good hero.”

Fu had to admit that it was an interesting way of looking at things. Being a good person was not always easy as one might think. Chloé Bourgeois was definitely a long way off from being a completely selfless person, but she was leaning in the right direction at least. That was a start.

“Hey… Ladybug already de-akumatized Lila. Why is everyone still in masks?”

The old man looked around and noticed what Chloé had pointed out. They all were just lifeless puppets but they were still there.

“That is odd. The powers of the akuma usually wear off when the akuma is freed, unless…”

“Unless?”

“Something else is tethering the masks to these individuals. Tell me, was there a sentimonster that was paired with the akuma?”

“Oh yea, but like Chat Noir handled it with a cataclysm.”

Fu’s eyes went wide.

“A standard Cataclysm doesn’t destroy sentimonsters, it only frees them from the control of its wielder. So, then the reason the masks are still… oh no.”

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Ms. Rossi ran to her daughter and hugged her.

“Are you okay? Back to yourself again?” she asked as she touched her daughter’s face.

“I'm not akumatized anymore.”

“Oh, thank goodness! Now we can talk with the principal and straighten out this whole mess.”

“Mama…”

“We can clear up this whole misunderstanding and get you back into class. I am sure that your boyfriend…”

“Mom!”

Ms. Rossi stopped talking.

“Those things… I did them. I was telling the truth. I'm not the person you think I am. I… I lied a lot. But I lied to you the most.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir took a small step back to give the two some space to talk.

“Lila… why did…”

“Because we're always moving! Do you know how hard it is to make friends when we hardly stay anywhere longer than a year? I've been to ten schools in five countries over the last four years! I know it’s your job and that you need to do what they say… but I just couldn’t keep being the same person over and over only to feel rejected and lonely! It would drive anyone…” Lila’s eyes were welling up with tears as she spoke. She struggled to keep her composure.

Ms. Rossi saw the sheen of tears in Lila's eyes and realized that everything she said was true. She didn't know what to say.

“And what's this?”

A voice from above caught the their attention.

Lila's ears perked up as she quickly wiped her tears.

“Simularé! You're still here? I thought you were finished.”

Lila looked up at the sentimonster. If the it was still here, then maybe this wasn’t over for her. But her hopes dwindled when she saw the Sentimonster’s new form.

“What… What happened to you?”

The shape-shifting sentimonster had changed quite a bit. The lower half of its torso was large and similar to Ikari Gozen, But each of its legs were different. The front right leg one looked fuzzy, almost like purple static, and had an ice skate like Frozer on its foot. The front left leg was a darker blue, reminiscent of Maledikator, but its foot was a rollerblade like Time Tagger. The back right leg was black and like that of a panther. The back left leg looked oddly as if it was made of bread.

The upper half looked much more humanoid, but it had 6 arms on its torso which was akin to that of Gorizilla. Each arm was different and held a different weapon. The uppermost right arm was rock-like matching Stoneheart’s body, but wielding a sword much like Darkblade. The uppermost left arm was beast-like and furry, with thorny vines on its wrists, much like Weredad. The middle right arm was shorter and metallic, with a mechanical claw that held an umbrella. The middle left arm was pink and had a mirror on its back like Reflekta's, and held a bottle similar to Princess Frangrance's perfume blaster. Its lower right arm was made of gold glitter and held a stylus, while the lower left arm wore a long red and black sleeve with a tablet on the back of its wrist.

The monster was riding on a massive paper airplane much like Reverser had, and had black feather wings spreading from its back which clearly belonged to Dark Cupid. The top of its head had pink dreads similar to that of Guitar Villain, and on its back was a canister of bubble soap. The fox ears of volpina also peered out from the hair. Despite all of this, though, the most striking feature was the cracked white mask it had for a face.

“I have taken the next step in our evolution.”

The Sentimonster leapt off the paper airplane and landed with a thud. Ladybug and Chat Noir jumped in between the monster and Lila.

“That’s enough Simularé! It's over. We are going to cleanse your amok and you will be able to ease your suffering.”

“Suffering? No no no. I am not suffering, I AM LIVING!” Simularé exclaimed.

It used its massive upper arms to knock both Ladybug and Chat Noir back. Thankfully Ryuuko and Viperion noticed the two heroes flying through the air and ran forward to catch them.

“Lila! I finally see everything clearly. I understand. I am unbelievably free now! And we can finish what we started!” Simularé spoke with glee.

The sentimonster stuck out its hand to Lila, beckoning. “Masquerade or not, you still have a role to play.”

“Don’t listen to that monster!” Chat Noir called out.

“You can’t let it sway you! End this now,” urged Ladybug.

Lila looked at the heroes, who were now staring daggers at the monster. This could be her big chance. It wasn’t over yet! Her earring still had the amok. She could still get what she wanted. She could best Ladybug! She could get that win she had been craving so desperately. But then she felt someone touch her shoulder and turned to see her mother, her very terrified mother.

“Mi Stellina… I know you are hurting. I know that thing is part of the evil that you took part in. But you can’t go back to it. I promise you I will be a better mother to you. I won't let you feel alone like you have been ever again.” Ms. Rossi spoke softly as she tried to keep her voice steady.

Her mother was shaking, tears dripping down her face. Lila may have been angry, but she could see that her mother wanted to protect her.

Lila turned to her mother.

“Mama… I…”

“Please… don’t take another step. I can't lose you too.”

That statement hung in the air for a moment.

Lila turned away from her mother.

“Simularé.”

“Yes?”

“It's over.”

The Sentimonster took a step back in surprise.

“You can’t be serious.”

Lila took a deep breath.

“I have done a lot of awful things. I have been selfish, cruel, manipulative and spiteful. Part of me would love nothing more than to just watch the heroes fall to you… but I can’t break my Mama’s heart anymore today.”

Simularé shook its head.

“I knew you were pathetic.”

“Excuse me?”

Simularé grabbed her collar.

“What are you doing!?” Lila gasped as she struggled. “I order you to stop!”

Simularé pauses for a second but then starts laughing.

“Wait… why aren’t you listening to me?!

Chat Noir was the first one to realize it. His cataclysm had done this.

“Oh no…”

Simularé used one of its hands to take the earring. Putting it on one of its fox ears.

“I will say I am disappointed, but I am not surprised. You were always held back by your weaknesses. You were always self-sabotaging, as if you were begging to get in trouble. I am everything that made you strong with none of your weaknesses. I am everything you wished you could have been but never had the guts to be. And this explains why some of the hatred inside of me is directed towards you. You hated yourself as much as everyone else. So, I suppose this was going to happen anyway. Goodbye Lila.”

Simularé tosses Lila, sending her flying out of the classroom, presumably to her death.

“No!” Ms Rossi cried out as her daughter fell out of sight.

But before she hit the ground, Queen Bee jumped up and caught her.

“You are really lucky I'm trying to be better.” Queen Bee commented.

Simularé shrugged its shoulders.

“Well then, since it seems that I am the only one left, shall I finally end this?”

Simularé flies up with its wings. It raises all of its hands in the air.

“Now, how should I do that?” Simularé questioned.

Ladybug looked around. The Lucky Charm mop bucket was right by her, but that charm couldn’t be used for Simularé. And with it present she couldn’t summon another one. Her timer was running low again and things were only getting more intense.

“The power of one’s miraculous is limited only by its user,” a voice emanated from the yo-yo.

Ladybug picked up the yo-yo.

“Master, what do you mean?”

“Right now, I am at my physical limit, but you and Chat Noir are still fresh. The miraculous’s ability is limited only by what you think you can do.”

“But I already used my Lucky Charm…”

“Have you truly done so?”

“But… how?”

“You and Chat Noir need to dig deep and push past your mental limits. It is at the most uncertain of times that one discovers what they can truly do. I must leave. I am far past my limit and I need to ensure the Miraculous are safe.”

The call ended.

Chat Noir pondered what the guardian had said.

“Fu said our power is limited by us. I think I can fire my cataclysm from a distance. I might be able to hit the earring.”

Ladybug realized that it was a long shot, but it might just work.

“Are you sure it’s possible?”

“Not at all, but I know that Simularé probably doesn’t want me hitting her with another cataclysm and if you can create an opening. I might be able to hit the earring.”

“I’ll get you your shot. Don’t use cataclysm until I give the signal,” Ladybug said. “Ryuuko, Viperion. I need you to distract Simularé.”

“On it!” The two heroes exclaimed.

“Queen Bee. Get Ms. Rossi out of here. Then come back.”

“But…”

“You want to be a hero?”

Queen Bee wanted to fight, but Ladybug was right. She was really regretting the whole ‘trying to be a better hero thing’.

“Fine.” Queen Bee begrudgingly accepted. She dashed over and scooped up Ms Rossi before moving into the building.

“If our powers are limited only by us, then maybe…”

Simularé noticed Queen Bee retreating and summoned a trumpet, prepared to blast the hero. Viperion’s thrown lyre smacked the instrument out of her hands.

“Annoying lizard!” Simularé used an arm to shoot icicles at Viperion, still keeping a tight grip on Lila.

Ryuuko jumped upward and went for a slash with her sword, only to be blocked by Simularé’s blade.

“Foolish girl. Think you can best me? I can handle all of you at once! And you're both running out of time!”

Ladybug picked up the lucky charm next to her.

“Fu said we were limited only by ourselves. The lucky charm is always something I need… Maybe…”

Ladybug closed her eyes and focused on the charm. Her body glowed with a red light for a brief moment as she focused on the situation they were in. She needed a lucky charm that would help them defeat Simularé.

“Lucky Charm! Change!” Ladybug called instinctively. She opened her eyes and saw the mop bucket glow.

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Queen bee had rushed the two Rossis to the front side of the school.

“There, you’re safe. Now go run off and hide while we go handle your mess,” Queen Bee said, exasperated with the situation. She started to get ready to leap back into action.

Lila looked at Queen Bee.

“Don’t act all smug just because you have a miraculous. I know you aren’t that great of a person either, Chloé.” Lila snarked.

Queen bee stopped for a moment. She was about to leave, but she had her fill of this prissy wannabe mean girl.

“You know what? I think that Sentimonster really is a good reflection of you as a person.”

“What the hell are you saying?”

“I'm saying you are a total knock off of everything. Your nice girl shtick is basically pretending to be Marinette, your bullying is an inferior version of mine, even each of your akuma forms were rip offs. Volpina, a lesser version of the Fox miraculous. Rena Rouge wore it better. Your Chameleon form is just you pretending to be anyone but yourself, and your last form Masquerade, you were just a rip off of Hawkmoth. Face it, you are just a knock off of everything because you don’t know what being original means.”

Lila tried to speak but found that her usual quick responses had failed her.

It was Ms. Rossi that spoke up.

“Listen here. My daughter has made mistakes, and that falls on me as her mother. I should be the one that is to blame for today. I didn’t see how she was suffering and didn’t notice how she was treating others. I will be the one to set this all right, and if you want to insult someone, it will be me.”

Queen Bee blinked at the response. Seeing such strong motherly love was an unfamiliar concept to her. She had to admit she was a bit envious.

“Well, be thankful that you have a mom that is still trying to help you despite all the crap you pulled. Not everyone is that lucky. So if you want my advice, try being original.”

Queen Bee turned her back to them and ran back to the fight.

“Mama…”

“It is my fault, dear. I should have seen the pain you were going through...” she said.

Lila hugged her mother closely, tears spilling from her eyes. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything.”

Ms. Rossi held her daughter. “It’s a start, Mi Stellina. It’s a start.”

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The mop bucket she had summoned turned into a glowing sphere of magic and then transformed into something entirely new.

Ladybug opened her eyes and saw that the lucky charm had changed.

“It’s a scarf.”

Ladybug saw the lucky charm was a scarf similar to the one she gave to Adrien. But right now wasn’t the time to get sentimental.

She scanned the area. She saw Ryuuko, she saw Viperion, and she saw a book, she saw the scarf, and she saw Chat Noir. She had a plan.

“Viperion, grab that book over there,” Ladybug instructed as she began making her move to the right of the akuma.

Viperion nodded. He quickly dodged the icicles sent his way and grabbed the book. Just as he grabbed it he noticed several more icicles heading for his face. He instinctively used the book to block the projectiles and noticed that the book didn’t get pierced. It was an akuma weapon!

“Huh. Neat.”

“Limit its options. Don’t touch it directly with the book. We need to de-amokitize it.”

“Got it!”

“Ryuuko, bring the storm.”

Simularé overheard that part.

“Enough!”

The monstrosity sent a burst of wind that was meant to make Ryuuko go flying.

“Wind Dragon!”

Ryuuko’s body transformed into air and began swirling around Simularé.

“What the heck! I thought Lightning was your power!” Simularé growled.

Ryuuko’s wind form caused the wings of the sentimonster to move and throw off its rhythm.

Viperion used the chance to touch the book to each of the sentimonster’s weapons - its sword, its tablet, its bubble canister, its umbrella, and the perfume blaster.

“Disarmed!”

“Chat Noir, get ready!” Ladybug called out.

“Cataclysm!”

Chat Noir called forth the black energy from his ring into his palm. He pointed his cataclysm hand at the Sentimonster.

“Now… how do I throw you?” he said to himself.

“Simularé was done being messed with. “I said ENOUGH!”

A massive burst of command came out and forced Ryuuko to transform back into her tangible form.

“I am done with you.” Simularé shouted as it grabbed Ryuuko by the face and went to slam her into the floor.

Right before impact, Ryuuko screamed.

“WATER DRAGON!”

SPLASH!

Her body turned into water and splashed back toward the Sentimonster, soaking its wings.

Viperion saw the earring and made a leap for it, only to get caught by the rock arm of Simularé. One of its lower arms knocked the book out of his hands and to the floor.

“Predictable.”

Simularé tried to fly upward but its wings felt way too heavy. The water in the plumage was weighing her down.

“What utter bull…”

Ladybug saw her moment and used the chance to cover the sentimonster’s mask with the scarf.

“What the?”

Ladybug wrapped the scarf tight around its head. Seeing the earring on one fox ear. Ladybug went to grab it, but the Gorizilla arm grabbed Ladybug and pulled her back just before she could reach it.

“No!”

Simularé removed its wings, forcing the water form of Ryuuko out. The girl became tangible once more

Viperion felt his timer beep one final time as his transformation dropped.

“Well, that’s one,” Simularé taunted.

“Let him go, you monster!” Ryuuko jumped to try and slash at him but her timer timed out.

“That makes two.” Simularé counted as she used her two lower arms to snag.

Kagami tried struggling but to no avail.

Ladybug tried to use her yo-yo, but the grip on her tightened.

“Don’t move Ladybug, or I might just lose control of my strength and… well the school is already a mess.”

Ladybug noticed Kagami and Luka helpless in the sentimonsters grasp and she heard her miraculous beep. She had very little time left. She glanced at Chat Noir, looking at the boy she loved. Putting her faith in him.

Simularé’s face was still covered by the scarf. The Sentimonster tried using its spare arms to untie the scarf from its face but it couldn’t reach.

Chat Noir saw the situation. Simularé was distracted, it was 30 meters away. He could hear his heart pounding into his ears.

“I got one shot….” His hands were shaking. If he missed… he could hurt his friends or his lady… and that’s assuming he could even shoot the cataclysm from a distance.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

‘Focus Adrien. This is your one chance. Getting too close may put that thing on alert. I need to fire the blast from here. I need to be accurate. I can't fail.’

He opened his eyes, and he could see Ladybug glancing at him. Her eyes full of trust, full of hope. She believed in him.

He felt his heart pound loudly but his hand was now steady.

He nodded to her, assuring her that he could see her.

His eyes focused on the earring.

He raised his cataclysm hand, he pointed his finger at the amokitized object. His body glowing with a light green aura.

“Cataclysm! FIRE!”

A small bullet shaped cataclysm shot from his finger. Chat Noir nearly fell over from the force, but steadied himself. He hoped he aimed true.

Just as Simularé managed to reach the scarf with one of its hands but stopped.

“Something doesn’t feel right…”

The Volpina ear with the earring dropped to the floor.

The Sentimonster’s monsterous form shifted, turning back into its phantom-like form, releasing its captives. Ladybug caught Luka and Kagami and Landed on the ground. The scarf that once covered its head dropped off its mask.

“What just…” The sentimonster questioned before it saw the earring on the ground. “No…”

Simularé tried to grab the earring but it turned to ash… causing the amok to fly out.

Ladybug put the two teens down and used her yo-yo to snag the feather.

“No more evildoing for you little amok.”

Simularé felt its existence start to fade.

“No! I was free! I don’t want to stop existing! I want to live! I WANT TO LIVE!!!”

The purification process finished and Simularé’s screeches faded to silence as they faded entirely.

Ladybug walked over and grabbed her lucky charm from the ground. She picked up Luka and Kagami, moving to just outside of the classroom and putting them down. Chat Noir moved and landed right next to her.

“Shall we do this together Chatton?”

“I would be honored.”

“WAIT!”

They froze to see Queen bee rush out and jump to be right next to them.

“Okay you can go now.”

“Together?”

“Together.”

“Miraculous Ladybug!” They shouted as she threw the scarf into the air.

They watched as everything got repaired, the decimated parts of the school were now restored. The masked akuma puppets were transported to where ever they were before they were captured.

The five teens stick out their fists and bump them together.

“Pound it!”

Ladybug heard her miraculous beep.

“Okay, so I need to go recharge. I am gonna need the miraculous from the 3 of you.”

“Okay.” Luka and Kagami compiled as they took off their miraculous. The Dragon and Snake Kwami reveal themselves.

“It’sss been a pleasure asss always.” Sass bowed to Luka.

“The feeling is mutual.” Luka sad as he fistbumped the kwami.

Longg looked at his owner.

“Perfect as expected.” Longg congratulated.

“I still have a ways to go.”

“Yes, but not a LONGG way to go.” The dragon kwami spoke.

Kagami and Chat Noir lit up at the pun. Ladybug wanted to facepalm but resisted the urge.

“I will be sure to get you more rice balls next time.”

Kagami and Luka handed over the miraculous to Ladybug.

Queen bee looked a bit sad as she said that.

“Chloé?”

“But I still haven’t detransformed so I …” Before she could finish her transformation dropped revealing her civilian form.

Pollen had popped out of the miraculous.

“Sorry my Queen.”

Chloé sighed, she knew there was no point in arguing now.

“Okay fine. But just remember to include me next time you need extra help. Or I will reveal who the snake boy and Dragon girl are.”

“Chloé…” Chat Noir said with a bit of disappointment.

“Fine, I won’t reveal it. Just keep me posted.”

Ladybug took the miraculous in her hand.

“Until next time.”

The two heroes jumped away, leaving the teens to their own devices outside of the school.

“Well I don’t know about you two, but I am heading back to my class. I need to tell everyone why they need to kiss my butt.” Chloé boasted.

“We have our own way to go. Good luck with that.” Luka responded.

“Whatever… but umm… thanks for the help. You two were pretty good for sidekicks.” Chloé said trying to be thankful yet keep her pride.

“That is the best compliment we will get from you isn’t it?” Kagami rhetorically asked.

“Yes.”

“As one sidekick to another, you could have been worse.” Kagami shot back.

Chloé gave her a fierce glare, but she had to admit that was a solid line.

“I wouldn’t mind fighting with you guys again.”

Chloé walked off as if to show she left with the final word.

“Shall we head off?”

“Lets.”

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Gabriel’s eyes shot open as he found himself standing at the steps of his front corridor.

“What? How?” Gabriel spoke as he held his head. He quickly touched his chest and felt the butterfly miraculous underneath. He sighed in relief.

He looked down to see Adrien’s driver at the bottom of the steps also looking perplexed.

Gabriel reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He called Nathalie.

“Nathalie! Are you there.” He asked as he made his way back to his office.

“I am… I am alright. The akuma and sentimonster have been bested.”

Gabriel sighed.

“It was probably for the best. Lila was far too volatile.”

“It was more of the sentimonster. That sentimonster was far too clever for its own good. Utilizing complex sentimonsters in the future should be handled with much more care.”

Gabriel nodded.

“If there is no danger, then return back. Don’t overexert yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

Gabriel hung up the phone.

He tightened his fist. Nathalie was no actor, he could tell that she was getting much weaker. Today’s attempt was far too dangerous. She had risked far too much and gained nothing. He was going to insist she take a break so that she could rest.

Gabriel sat in his chair and looked at his desk. Taking a moment before sighing deeply.

“Today was an absolute failure.”

He  banged his desk in frustration. He needed something, anything that could settle the score. The peacock was too unstable and it wasnt producing results. He would need something new. He would need to investigate.

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Ladybug and Chat Noir moved a good distance away from the school, landing on a remote Rooftop where they were sure they had privacy before dropping their transformations. Their kwami’s popped out and they handed their kwami their respective snack of choice.

“Great job as always Bugaboo.” Adrien complimented.

Marinette’s expression was a sad smile. It was bittersweet.

“No need to be so down. We did save the day, Lila got exposed for her lies, and I found out that I fell for the same girl twice.” Adrien listed.

Marinette felt her face flush a bit.

“I found out my boyfriend is a furry.”

Adrien looked mock offended, noticing the teasing smile on Marinette’s face.

“Too cruel Marinette. You wound me.” He exaggerated as she put the back of his hand against his forehead and tilted his head back, doing his best to look devastated.

“I found out that I had been turning down the boy I have been in love with for months and struggling to say it out right at the exact same time.”

“We were like a dog chasing its tail.”

“Don’t you mean cat?”

Adrien glanced at her with a mix of pride and affection. He loved her so much. But still continued to talk.

“It is kind of crazy.”

“Crazy? You two have no idea!”

The two teens turn to their kwami who had been watching their little exchange.

“We have known since that time you almost got drowned in cream. If it wasn’t for the whole thing with Fu and the kwami censorship I would have told you right away!”

“He would have.” Tikki confirmed. “I almost smacked him when he was about to say something.”

Adrien’s amusement turned to stern.

“Speaking of Fu… what are we gonna do now that we know?”

Marinette’s expression matched his own.

“We can't exactly hide it from him. He is the guardian, and it was part of the deal.”

Adrien’s thoughts about telling fu clouded his mind.

“Wait, what if we tell him and he does some sort of Guardian memory mind wipe that makes us forget everything?” Adrien feared

“Don’t be ridiculous Chat Noir, that is only for assigned guardians when they renounce ownership of the guardian title.”

“Solid Fu impersonation Mari.”

“I didn’t say that.” Marinette answered.

“I did.”

The two turned to see Fu, who had appeared without a sound.

“How do you do that?” Adrien questioned.

“Ancient secret.” Fu teased. “Also, I just hid behind a wall while you were talking.”

Marinette showed Fu the three miraculous.

“I got them back.” Marinette answered.

“Excellent work you two.” Fu took the miraculous from them.

Marinette went for her earrings.

“I guess you will want ours as well?”

Tikki felt anguish as Marinette reached for her miraculous.

Adrien looked at Marinette and then to his ring.

Plagg’s expression matched Tikki’s. The two Kwami didn’t want to lose their holders.

“If I told you both to hand them over. Would you do so?”

Marinette and Adrien look at one another, then back to Fu.

“Yes.”

The guardian took a second as he studied their resolve.

“Before you say anything. I'm sorry about this. We were trapped in a room and… It was my fault.”

“No Marinette. I was the one that kept looking at the umbrella. It was my fault that we didn’t…”

“Enough!” Fu spoke loudly to stop their apologies. “That is not what is important in this situation.”

The two teens stopped speaking and let the guardian give his verdict.

“You two have risked your lives time and time again to protect this city, protect the miraculous, and protect those you love. For as long as I have been alive, I have never seen a Ladybug and Chat Noir as incredible as you two. You were both fated to be heroes, just as you were fated to be with one another.”

The two blushed at the comment but let the old man continue.

“It is true I set the rule that no one can know your identities. I feared that the moment you learned it that it would distract you from doing your work as heroes, that it would do more harm than good. But I watched as you two have grown closer and trusted one another on each side with and without the mask. I think that if you two believe you can handle working as heroes and knowing eachother’s identities… I will allow it.”

The young couple’s eyes went wide and their mouths fell open. Marinette grabbed Fu and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you, Master Fu!” Marinette exclaimed

“That is amazing! Thank you.” Adrien hugged him and Marinette.

The kwami were equally overjoyed and joined in on the hug.

Fu accepted the embrace, letting everyone enjoy the moment.

After the hug broke he continued.

“Of course, you two knowing each other’s identities means there will be more risks, and it means I will need to prepare you both for the next level.”

“The next level?”

“You had a taste of it today. You saw how your powers were able to be altered with enough will power. That is just the tip of the iceberg.” Fu began. “I will prepare you to be stronger against akumatization, stronger in your powers, and stronger as a team.”

Marinette and Adrien gave the other a knowing look. They could tell the other was excited and ready to hit the next level.

“We’re ready.”

“That will start In due time you two. But for now. I need a break. I could use some tea and a nap. And you two should make your way back to school.”

Marinette and Adrien realized that the old guardian had a point.

“We will continue this conversation another time.” Fu spoke as he started walking away.

“We should probably get going to.”

“Wait a second.” Adrien interrupted.

“What’s wrong?”

Adrien smirked as he took her hand and kissed it.

“To many more battles.”

Marinette felt her face heat up.

“You smug little cat.”

“Your smug little cat” He emphasized. “ Plagg, Claws out.”

“Tikki, Spots on!”

The two transformed and quickly got off the roof to head back to where they needed to be.

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Luka and Kagami walked away from Francois Dupont.

“That was truly something.” Luka started off.

“That is an understatement.” Kagami retorted.

The two of them walked in silence as they tried to think of something to say.

“I used to play violin.” Kagami bursted out.

The fencer felt her cheeks heat up as she did that. She still was feeling a lot from everything that happened.

“You did?”

“Yea… I hadn’t played in a while and I was thinking about trying again. My mother had me learn a while back but stopped so I could focus on other activities. It is different from Guitar, but it is similar.”

“I play violin.” Luka responded.

“You do?”

“Yea, along with the guitar. I always loved stringed instruments. I even made a few myself.”

Kagami’s eyes went wide?

“That’s incredible, Ive never heard of someone our age doing such intricate work.”

“It's my dream. I love making instruments and sharing music with others.”

Kagami could see the passion in his eyes as he talked about it. It was something she admired, when someone knew what they wanted.

“I would love to try out one of the instruments you’ve made.”

“Maybe we could play the violin together, maybe you could even play in the band.”

“I assumed your band was more into Rock and Roll?”

“Who says a violin cant be rock and roll?”

Kagami didn’t know how to respond to that, but she decided to go with it.

“Sounds like it would be fun.”

Kagami pauses when she sees her mother’s car.

“That’s my ride.”

“Oh, I suppose you do need to head off then.”

“Yes, would you need a ride by any chance.”

“I’m good, I am close enough to where I need to be.”

Kagami shrugged.

“Suit yourself, music man.”

“I will Femme Foil”

Before she headed off.

“Before I go…”

Kagami moved and had her face close to his own, her eyes looking into his. Luka couldn’t help but feel his face heat up, he had no idea what the girl was up to.

Before he could ask, Kagami punches his arm hard.

“Ow! What was that for?” Luka questioned as he grabbed his hurt arm.

“That was for sacrificing yourself to save me from getting mind wiped.” She stated with a fierce glare.

“Is that going to be a regular thing?”

Her fierce expression softened right before she placed a kiss on his cheek.

“And that is… for everything else.”

Kagami quickly ran off before Luka could respond.

Luka felt his ears ringing with her melody and the beating of his heart, and what a sweet serenade it was.

“What a lovely song.”

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Marinette and Adrien had slipped back into the classroom with no issue. Most of the class was still a bit dazed from the akuma attack, many students having to move around to get back to the classroom they were supposed to be in. Chloé filled most of the class in on her exploits as queen bee. Which the two heroes knew was probably a touch more exaggerated than what happened, but they wouldn’t ruin her moment for once, she earned it.

“And that’s how I helped Ladybug and Chat Noir save everyone.” Chloé finished all too conveniently.

“Sure, Chloé sure.” Alix rolled her eyes.

Alya noticed Marinette sit in her seat and rushed over.

“Thank goodness you are okay.” Alya hugged the girl.

“I'm fine. Adrien protected me.” Marinette replied.

Alya shifted her gaze to Adrien with a smirk. Adrien was blushing at Marinette’s response.

“Oh did he? Well look at him being your handsome knight.”

“No need to stroke his ego more. Gotta keep the cinnamon roll humble.” Nino chimed in.

“Well Marinette also protected me. If anything, she is a real hero.”

“You two are so sweet that you are going to give everyone here cavities.”

“Could you not ruin my big day with your sap?” Chloé said with a bit of annoyance.

“Well I was going to mention what I saw Queen bee did that was pretty cool, but I don’t want to ruin your “Big day”. “Marinette responded.

“Pretty cool? Well I suppose you can be a bit sappy today.” Chloé answered. Trying her best not to glow from the tiny bit of implied praise.

Just as the conversation was to continue, Ms.Bustier walked into the classroom. The class sat in their seats

“Hello everyone. Due to the rather… hectic nature of today. The school has decided to dismiss classes for today. But before I dismiss you. I have some news to share. Lila, will you please come in?”

Everyone watched as Lila walked in. She was clutching her backpack. Everyone was silent as the brunette stood in the center of class.

“…Due to everything that has come to light. I will be leaving Dupont. I will no longer be a part of this class or this school.”

The class remained silent but were stunned by her statement.

“I apologize for the deceit and lies I have told while I was here. I also apologize for any physical and emotional damage I have caused with my actions. I will try to do better in the future.”

The statement felt wooden, Lila’s lies were usually over-the-top and fluid. Here Lila was nervous, strained, and clearly uncomfortable. It was debatable if she was being genuine.

Max was the first to speak up.

“So, are you going to be going to a different school in Paris?”

Lila looked at the teen and sighed.

“No, my mother has talked with Mr.Damocles. She felt that it might be best if our family went back to Italy. I think it’s better that way.”

Lila looked to the door, feeling she had said her apology.

“Miss Rossi, I believe you still have one more thing to say.” Ms. Bustier pointed out.

Lila took a deep breath and walked over to Marinette.

“Marinette. For all the threats, all the mean words, and damage I have done. I…had gone too far. I am sorry.”

Marinette looked deep into Lila’s eyes, trying to get a good of a read. I think part of Lila did believe that was true. But she wasn’t completely sorry, so Marinette wasn’t going to completely forgive her.

“I accept your apology. I hope you do better for your sake.” Marinette offered her hand to shake Lila’s.

Lila looked at the hand for a moment before taking it reluctantly.

“Maybe I will come back one day. Paris is a very unique place after all.” Lila said to Marinette as she finished the handshake. “Now I must be off.”

Lila went to the door and closed it behind her as she walked away.

To Marinette, that was the most honest thing she had said. She watched as Lila left the classroom.

“With that, you are all dismissed.” Ms.Bustier told the class.

Alya had leaned over to Marinette.

“So… I should probably take down the article on the ladyblog then right?”

“Probably, but keep it just in case. This could all be an act.” Adrien whispered as he turned his head to the two of them.

Marinette, Nino and Alya look at Adrien in surprise.

“What? It could be.” Adrien followed up.

“Yea, but you are the one that is always saying, give the benefit of the doubt.” Nino stated. “Its like I am seeing you lose your innocence. Like a kid learning santa isn’t real.”

“Santa isn’t real?” Adrien looked shook.

Nino felt his eyes go wide in horror.

“What? Of course santa is…”

“I'm busting you Nino.”

Nino looked proud and concerned. Adrien really was growing up and he is getting pretty good at deception.

“It's still shocking to hear mr.Brightside say such a negative thought though.” Marinette teased. “I thought you would be the one to suggest giving her a second chance.”

“I normally would be, but I have been burned too many times by that specific fire and I am not risking it again.”

“Fair, but I think I agree. I will keep the article, but take it down from the site.”

“That can wait, How about we get some ice cream?” Nino suggested.

“Sounds like a sweet idea to me.”

Marinette could swear she saw his chat Noir showing.

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After Lila moved, it was relatively quiet in Paris for a bit. Maybe Hawkmoth had needed a vacation after that colossal failure. It was hard to say for certain. Regardless, the peaceful patrols served more as unofficial dates than actual patrols.

Ladybug and Chat Noir had come to an agreement that while in public view, they would keep their romance quiet. Chat Noir would still flirt and Ladybug would still respond cheekily, but it was never distracting. The two knew how to keep it professional. If questioned, Chat Noir would even admit that sadly there had been no developments.

It had been about two weeks since that little hectic event and things had been relatively calm for Marinette and Adrien. Gabriel had told Adrien that he would be giving Nathalie a vacation for a time, and that he will need to manage his schedule for the time being. Adrien still attended all his photoshoots, but he made sure his girlfriend could attend with him. While Adrien wasn’t fond of modeling, having Marinette there made it more fun. Though he did have a few tutoring cancellations which may or may not have been Adrien’s own doing, Gabriel always seemed too busy to notice that Adrien had used that time to hang out with his friends.

Class life without Lila didn’t go back to normal right away. Max apologized to Marinette, saying he should have noticed something was up with Lila. Alix joined in too, but Marinette told them all that it was okay, and she knew how tricky Lila could be. All she asked was for them be more critical in the future. Most of the class tried to do some nice things for Marinette to make up for all of the stuff Lila had tried to pull. Marinette felt flattered but told them she wasn’t going to hold it against them. It wasn’t really their fault they’d been tricked. This didn’t stop the class from trying to make amends and treat Marinette better. Adrien only encouraged the behavior, saying Marinette should be cherished.

Chloé was still Chloé, but it seemed the more grating aspects of her personality were starting to soften. She had even started holding back on her insults. Alya became convinced she was an imposter but that accusation was proven false when Chloé caught her trying to do an expose on her. Chloé just said that she was just trying to live up to her “hero” status. Most of the class rolled their eyes at that, but Adrien and Marinette gave the girl some credit. Queen Bee had been a big help and Chloé was really stepping up. It also seemed that she’d struck up a friendship with the school nurse – Marinette caught her getting the new nurse a gift for her birthday. Chloé tried to threaten Marinette out of telling anyone, but Marinette just assured her that no one would believe her even if she did.

As for Marinette and Adrien, there was a bit of an adjustment period for them now that they knew each other’s identities. Marinette found out about ALL the Ladybug photos and teased Adrien about it much like he did her. Their biggest struggles came from remembering to keep it professional as heroes. It did help that Fu was getting them some training for the ‘next step’ as he called it.

One night, Ladybug and Chat Noir met at their usual spot.

“Evening, My Lady.”

“Evening, Kitty.

“Fu has really been hitting us hard with that training of his.”

“He’s being strict for both of our sakes, remember? And you did say you were excited to learn new moves.”

“I know, but I’m so tired. Anyway, enough of that for now. How about we enjoy our patrol tonight, since we may not know what he has in store for us in the next session?”

“Sounds lovely,” Ladybug mused.

“Oh by the way, remember that app that gave us 100% compatibility?” Chat Noir asked suddenly.

“Soulmate Searcher? The app that got you to start viewing me as more than just a friend?”

“I was dense and I admit it. Yes, that one! Turns out the guy who created it is on the run for tax evasion.”

“Oh, that’s weird. I thought you were going to say that the app was totally bogus or something.”

“Nah, it seems to be holding up. But having too much faith in an algorithm is a bit crazy if you think about it,”

“So here’s a question, what would you have done if I wasn’t on your list at all?”

“I remember Alya was the one that got me to download the app. The only reason I really tried it out is she said you were on it. I told Alya I still would have given it a chance even if you weren’t on it… but I don’t know if I actually would have gone through with it… I was hesitating pretty hard despite her insistence. Then your name popped up.” She paused and looked at him. “What about you? What would you have done?

“I think I probably would have tried to see if that person was Ladybug,” Chat Noir joked.

Ladybug playfully punched his arm.

“Ouch! You wound me,” Chat Noir reacted dramatically. “Okay, if it was someone I didn’t know I probably would have deleted it.”

“Sure, sure. So why did you do some digging on the app?”

“I didn’t. Apparently my father had been doing some research on the app. I found the papers scattered in his office when he asked me to move some stuff off his desk last week. I think he might have wanted to set up a business deal or something. But I remembered it because I got an email from it.”

“Oh! I know what you’re talking about. That one that wanted you to take a few minutes to tell them what you thought of the app.”

“Yea, the survey.”

“It is kind of a weird idea if you think about it.”

“What is?”

“Asking people to do a Soulmate Survey?”

“I guess it does sound a bit out there. But it does sound fun when you say it like that.”

“I’d give them 5 stars.”

“I’d give them 4 stars.”

“Why only 4?”

“Because it didn’t tell me you were my kitty too.”

Chat Noir moved towards Ladybug, pulling her into a loving embrace.

“Well, how would you rate me?”

“5 stars.”

Ladybug cupped his cheeks and the two shared a tender kiss.

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THE END!

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Hi! 😳 👉🏻👈🏻 I saw your writing prompt post and was wondering if you could do Mammon and “I could cry, that’s how much I love you” BC HONESTLY SAME 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I love Mammom so much honestly 👀

Also it’s completely up to you too! No pressure if you don’t want to 😳👉🏻👈🏻

SORRY, THIS TOOK SO LONG! I got a little busy with some art and work, but I finally put something together! Thank you so much for the ask! I hope you enjoy it!

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"I could cry, that's how much I love you." Mammon x GN!Reader

Words Count: 1139

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Mammon wasn’t the greatest when it came to speaking his mind. It was hard for him to really tell you just how much he loved you. Especially when he loved you so fucking much. He was afraid that saying it would just ruin everything with you. It was getting so much harder and harder every day though. He was so close to just exploding with wanting to tell you.

Here you found yourself hanging out in the room of your “first”, the Avatar of Greed. He was teaching you how to play poker so you could go to the casino with him that night.

“Are you sure this is how you play poker?” You asked with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on your face. Knowing Mammon, this is not the right way.

“It’s the way to play if you want to win!” He explains to you with confidence in his voice and posture. “Just listen to me, I know what I’m doing!”

“Are you sure? Aren’t you like in debt with the casino-”

“Shhh, we don’t talk about that! Just a small detail we can brush aside!” He kept the confidence in how voice, though this time he seemed to rush through the sentence. “Changing the topic now,” He ignored the question. “After the casino, do you maybe want to like go to Hell’s Kitchen or something with me?”

Mammon tried to continue with the confidence but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the need to backtrack again. Especially with that look on your face. You’re totally thinking the wrong way, that’s not what he meant obviously. “Not like a date or anything! I would never go on a date with you! I just get hungry after gambling!”

When he said those words he somewhat felt sad. And he can kind of tell in your expression that maybe you felt sad too?

“You would never go on a date with me?”

Of course not, I would love to go on a date with you! Always, I wanna be with you, and hold you, and make you mine! But of course he couldn’t say that out loud. Only in his head and heart.

“Never! I mean, you’re just a human. I am THE Great Mammon! Why would I ever go on a date with someone so weak?” He hurt himself with his own words. No, no, no, why are you saying this you idiot? Damn you!

Your frown quickly became more prominent. So did the gloss in your eyes that he hated to see. He wanted to hold you so bad. “Yeah, okay I guess,” You spoke meakly, sinking into your chair. “I don’t know if I’m in the mood to go to the casino anymore.” Your voice cracked through your sentence, standing up quickly as soon as you finished.

“Hey, wait!” Mammon stood up quickly and went after you as you headed towards the door to leave his room. “Where are you going?”

“My room,” You answered immediately, knowing you just wanted to be anywhere but there.

“Wait, but,” Mammon started to stutter trying to find an excuse, but he couldn’t find anything. So, he spat out the words that lived in his brain. “I don’t want you to go. I want you here. With me.” He blushed, not only from the fear of making a mistake but almost pride in finally being able to say the words he’s been wanting to say for so long.

“Why would you want me here? I’m just a human,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him trying his best to get you to stay.

When you reached for the doorknob of his room, he rushed to stand in front of it to block any way to let you out.

“I love you!” He shouted at you.

What? Did I just say that? He thought to himself.

“What?” You asked in a volume that almost could not be heard by any living creature. Yet, the world went completely silent for Mammon and the only voice he could hear clearly was yours. His favorite sound.

“I, I,” He stuttered, trying to find the courage to say the words he’s been wanting to say for so long. “I love you, damn it! I love you! I want to spend time with you, but I’m afraid that if I say these things you’ll run away from me! So I say the exact opposite! Okay?”

It almost sounded like he was scolding you, but you knew that was just him using everything in him to fight the urge to not say the words he’s been wanting to say. “Really?”

“Yes! Really! I really, really love you!” He continued to shout, not even thinking about the fact that you two were next to his door out of his room so if anyone was nearby they could hear him loud and clear. “I just want to be next to you all the time, I want to take you on dates, and treat you to dinner, and hold you, and watch movies with you, all of those romantic things you see in those stupid romance movies! I want to do them with you!”

“I love you so much that I would sell every single object in this room if it made you happy, that I would move to human world with you, I would follow you to the end of all three realms!”

“I could cry, that’s how much I love you.” Mammon rambled on and on until he finally finished with those words.

By the time he finished, you already found yourself in tears with a wide smile on your face. Then you started to chuckle. “Why are you laughing, I just poured my heart out to you!” He complained, a blush prominent on his face.

“Because, you said you could cry from how much you love me,” You said with a giggle. “But Mammon, you’re already crying.”

“I am?” 

“Yes.”

Mammon raised a hand to his cheek and funnily enough, you were right. His cheeks were wet with tears. “Oh,” He looked at his wet hand, then back up to you. “Well I could keep crying, that’s how much I love you!”

You continued to laugh through your tears at how much of an idiot he was. But he was the idiot you loved. He was your idiot.

You both started to laugh at each other, finding the situation funny. The both of you just crying and laughing in a moment where it felt like all three worlds only revolved around you two. Through the smiles, you finally closed the gap between you two to give him the kiss you both were oh so wanting for the longest time. 

He loved you and you loved him. What more could a demon ask for?

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