#gabriel is an older sibling figure not only because hes the oldest but because hes susie's older brother.

[spaghettiandart]

Charlie and the Puppet. Charlie kind of gives me 80's goth teen energy tbh so I drew a lot of her design from goth fashion trends at the time.

#shes like around 16 here #charlie emily #the puppet #the Marionette #fnaf #my art #fanart #five nights at freddy's #honestly i kind of loved it when ppl named the puppet the marionette and characterized them as being this mastermind puppetmaster #think ab it... she/he charlie. bc im thinking about it #this is basically going to become an au huh bc ive got a LOT of personality hcs for the dead kids #i like to think shes that cool older kid that the younger kids kind of admire but really on the inside shes just pure panic #three of the ghost kids r older siblings in their own way. #charlie is the older sibling figure not bc she has anything under control (he does NOT lol) but because hes literally the oldest #gabriel is an older sibling figure not only because hes the oldest but because hes susie's older brother. #he puts a lot of pressure and responsibility on himself post-slaughter and takes it upon himself to take care of the others #cassidy is the older sibling figure of CC because a shes 13 and hes like 8 and b shes a little protective of him #oh my GOD i need to get to learning how to make comics bc the IDEAS i HAVE..

[spacerangersam]

A random headcanon I have is that Thomas is the 2nd oldest of five children. He took full advantage of the fact that most of the family responsibilities fell on his older brother to pursue a career in the arts, without being a disappointment to his family.

I’m that vein, do you have any headcanons about the ghosts’ families (other than the ones we already know like Kitty and Lady Button)?

Oh, I like that. I tend to imagine him either as an only child or the youngest of however with his spoilt brat energy, but him not directly being the youngest could actually work better as it would take a lot more eyes off him and, as you said, give him less responisiblity.

And oh, do I ever:

So, Pat – by virtue of the fact you only see his mum’s name in his article on the ghost board (I know that his dad’s name is probably on there and just blocked out by the posit note with his name but shhh), I tend to imagine Pat was raised just by his mother Maureen, his father walking on the family when Pat was young. Pat was, if my maths is right, born the year ww2 ended, so maybe Mauren and his dad got together in a 'well we might die so why not' panic, only for the war to end and for him to realise he had no interest in a family whatsoever. Maureen was Welsh but ended up staying in Yorkshire even after Mr Butcher walked out in hopes of more job opportunities. The rest of Mr Butcher’s, very large, family were not happy with him for walking out and were made an effort to be really proactive in Maureen’s life because of that, so Pat grew up surrounded by cousins and uncle and aunt’s taking care of him. My only other notes are that he had a twin sister called Gabrielle (the eldest of the two by like three minutes) who he was very close to, and that his mum was a Guide leader :)

Julian – Mumsy and Daddy were two upper class conservatives from Cheltenham, both big players in local politics though they never got the fame they really wanted. Julian had one older brother Charles who was seen as the golden child as he was a lot less wild than Julian, but in exchange he was like, incredibly boring and he never got into politics. He and Julian did not get along. Julian didn’t get along with most of his family honestly, though he did have one aunt who spoiled him rotten, and by the time he was twelve he basically moved in with her

Robin – The third of four children, raised by their dad after their mum died. I think his entire family would live together- like grandparents and aunts uncle, and when his siblings found someone and had kids, they’d stick around too so he was just constantly surrounded by people which makes it all the worse when he’s killed and left all alone anyway, just a very chill family unit with everyone working together to keep each other alive

Mary – Raised by very strict parents who she never felt connected with. And being the eldest, having four younger brothers, she was essentially treated less as a daughter by them and more like a live-in nanny. She didn’t have any other family to really turn to and support her. I tend to imagine she did get married though she didn’t care all that much about her husband, and had two kids. Like her parents though, she never really ended up connected with them, always busy working to keep them alive. I also think her husband was the one who accused her of witchcraft- not to get rid of her like with George, but because he genuinely believed she was

Captain – The son of two Catholics, his father a banker and a former army captain himself, his mother a dressmaker. He wasn’t close to his father at all, who was deeply affected from the first world war and insisted on keeping a distance from his kids and wife, worried that he accidentally lash out and hurt them. He was very close to his mother though, and I like to think she figured out early on he was gay and did her best to subtly hint she’d be accepting, though he never caught on. He also had a younger sister who was close with as a child, but the older the got and the more repressed he became, the further they drifted away from each other.

Humphrey (sorry mate I almost forgot you yet again) – Uh, idk about him…I think he lost his parents when he was young – which meant he had no one to turn to with regards to his marriage with Sophie – and was taken in by his uncle who did his best to care for Humphrey and his own two children. But he ended up passing away when Humphrey was in his early twenties, which he took very hard. He was very close with his cousins, they were both girls who were significantly younger than him, and he always saw them as his sisters, and likewise they say him as an older brother.

#i think? this is everyone? if not don't tell me asdfghjkl #bbc ghosts

[kaede-yamada]

“ There’s something inside you; it’s hard to explain talking about you, boy, but you’re still the same”

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [KAEDE YAMADA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [ANDREW KOJI]. You must be the [THIRTY-FOUR] year old [OWNER of REEF BAR and AUTHOR]. Word is you’re [SELFLESS] but can also be a bit [DETACHED] and your favorite song is [NIGHTCALL by KAVINSKY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Tw: death, alcoholism,depression, illness

Family

Hiroyuki Yamada -Father (deceased)

Claire Arden-Yamada-Mother

Kenji Yamada- Uncle

UTP Yamada- Sister

UTP Yamada-Sister

Gabrielle Yamada-Wife (Deceased)

Layla Yamada- Daughter

Wanted Connections

Best Friend

Coworkers

Friends of his wife

Parent friends

Future Love Interest:

Bio

For many citizens of Aurora Bay, the idyllic environment was their hometown. For Kaede it was a case of falling in love with the town and it’s residents at first sight. Born and raised in New York City, Kaede came from old money and they weren’t shy to express that fact. For Kaede however the money didn’t mean that much. All he wanted was to be able to spend time with his family and cherish the small moments over lavish trips and overspending. The dream was not easy to achieve due to his parents intense work schedule, which left Kaede to essentially be on his own most of the time. The Yamadas’ owned part of the city due to property investments and developing other business in the metropolitan area. They didn’t need to keep working, but the Yamada parents still found themselves too busy for their children. Things got simultaneously worse and better with the birth of his first sister; better because he wasn’t alone and worse because it left another Yamada without much of a stable home-life.

As Kaede grew older, another sibling came along and the oldest Yamada sibling was essentially the one raising his two sisters. They could have had nanny’s and housekeepers but Kaede didn’t want to feel more isolated from his family and stepped in to help. He also started to grow more frustrated with his parents for never being around; a feeling that only grew when his mother passed away at a young age. His father only dived into his work further and Kaede continued to be the parent figure despite still being in his teenage years and deakong with his own mourning process. Alcoholism started to plague his father in the following years, due to the loss of his wife and soon Kaedes uncle stepped in to help both the family fortune but also help Kaede recapture some of his lost youth.

His uncle, Kenji decided that Kaede was going to spend as much time as he could completing his studies and enjoying what was left of his teenage and college years. His uncle was a good man and tried his best to help with his sisters, but he did have certain expectations for Kaede. Upon graduation Kaede was meant to take over the company due to his fathers failing health. The stress of the situation, made Kaede panic. He didn’t want to give up the rest of his life for a job that took his parents away from their family. However, the oldest Yamada sibling decided to remain quiet about his personal desires and started to double major in business and literature as way to at least be able to do something he liked to study in school. While attending college in Southern California, Kaede found himself bored in the business side of things but found a bright spot meeting a woman at a local bar who had instantly caught his attention. Gabrielle was fun, exciting, and seemed like a world away from what he was used to. She was finishing up her own degree then was heading back to her hometown to take over her families bar. Kaede realized then a family business didn’t have to be so overwhelming and could be fun and more family oriented. He fell in love fast with Gabrielle and the moment she took him home to meet her family in Aurora Bay; Kaede realized that he didn’t want to move back to New York and wanted to stay with Gabrielle on the West Coast.

Upon graduation,Kaede put his foot down and declared he wasn’t going to take over the company which by then was in Kenji’s hands as his father had passed on as well. He understood the honor of completing his families work, but Gabrielle had inspired him to do what he loved and that family could be found in new places. He was going to be a writer instead and start a life with Gabrielle in her hometown. Kenji didn’t take the news lightly and while he was disappointed in his nephew, he understood. He was still going to get his inheritance from being the oldest child of the Yamada family, but his other money would had to be gained elsewhere. Kaede in return extended the offer that if Kenji and his sisters wanted to have a change of scenery, he’d be happy to have them in Aurora Bay. His sisters were upset but he promised to always visit them when he had a chance, as he didn’t want to lose the close bond he had with them. While one of his siblings chose to stay; the other immediately took him up on the offer and joined him in California.

Not long after graduation, Kaede and Gabrielle married and had a daughter named Layla. Gabrielle took care of things at the Reef Bar while Kaede would stay at home with Layla and write. He began to find great success with a series of mysteries and thrillers and had found his own way to make a better than good living. Everything seemed to be going perfect for a few years. It seemed like the busy and overwhelming works of the Yamada business was a thing in his past and his life was going to be free of tragedy

However Gabrielle became ill from an undiagnosed respiratory issue and soon the perfect life that Kaede had built with his wife came crashing down. He spent his nights in the hospital while Gabrielle’s health failed, trying his best to keep his family together again and failing. It’s been nearly a year since his wife’s passing and Kaede has not recovered from it. Since the tragedy Kaede had struggled as a single parent. He had experience with his sisters but taking care of a five year old little girl who was also in mourning was a whole other obstacle. He’s trying his best to make sure Layla will be okay and have a happy childhood to the best of his abilities. He wants to always be there for her in a way that his own parents had failed to do. He’s also stepped in running the reef bar because Gabrielle had loved the place, even though Kaede is beginning a bit too much time drinking the merchandise lately. He’s become slightly oblivious in the fact he’s following his own fathers footsteps in the mourning process. His demeanor is becoming more solemn lately even though he is always putting a smile on his face to fight the pain. He’s in over his head and needs as much help as he can get. For the man who has always offered a helping hand, Kaede is in need of more help than he’s willing to show.

@aurorabayaesthetic

#aurorabay.intro #about #Kaede

[dannybobany]

🎂 - birthdays 🧸 - full names 💞 - family life 💖 - siblings

Unfortunately I can only really answer some of these in full but I will answer to the best of my ability !!

For birthdays, I honestly have no idea when most of the kids birthdays are expect maybe Susie since in my head it was her birthday around the time of the incident (which actually played out over two days) which, little known fact, the mci canonically happened on June 26th! It’s mentioned alongside the initial information in those fnaf 1 papers but most people forget, so for simplicity’s sake let’s say Susie’s birthday is June 26 :}

The only other kid I’d know a birthday for would be Charlie who’s January 8th but she doesn’t really even count does she?

Full names! I mostly know these

Gabriel Mason (iffy on that surname, he’s the reason for that “mostly”)

Susie Webber

Jeremy “Jem” Lee

Fritz Hernandez

Cassidy Hicks

Honestly any of these names are up for change but I’m pretty sure these are my final choices for them, I’m glad this got asked because I like talking about Jeremy and his nickname, I think Jem is just a really cute nickname and it helps clarify who you’re talking about given the…. Several Jeremy’s

Family life! Ahh ok this is a fun one (my definition of fun is not fun)

So my thoughts are that most of the kids come from very nice homes .. with an exception to that but I’ll get to it

Gabriel’s parents in my head are this very nice very community oriented people, they do stuff like organizing food drives and fund raisers and charity dinners and all that probably because they’re also very involved with the local church, they’re very into that “sewing seeds” mentality and I think that rubs off on Gabriel in some ways, he likes helping people because that’s just what he grew up doing, he’s also the oldest of the main 5 so this ends up manifesting as him becoming a sort of parental or older sibling figure after the incident happens and the kids are sad about not being able to talk to thier parents anymore, for reference Gabriel is 12 and the others in in the 9-7 range

Susie, Susie’s life is incredibly basic and nice to me, she’s plain and that’s ok <3 she likes pink and traditionally girly things and her parents buy her dolls and dresses and all around the Webber’s are incredibly plain “nuclear family” people, the only notable things I have to say about Susie’s life is despite the fact her parents have well enough money to buy one of those fancy purebred dogs, when they asked Susie what kind of dog they should adopt she picked out a grimey scruffy little white dog from the shelter, like the kind grandmas have, and that’s her little werido dog and she named it dolly and she puts bows in its hair

Jeremy is a similar situation to Susie in that I picture his family as just plain nuclear family type people, the thing with him though (mixing in the ask about siblings) is his older brother is one of the masked bullies and that means tiny Jem (he is 6, his brother is 15) gets brought along on many teenage escapades because he just wants to be around his “cool” older brother, his brother Lincoln hates this but deals with it (and by deals with it, I mean he and Mike abandon their respective brothers in random playgrounds while they go commit vandalism and petty theft)

Fritz, Fritz is what I meant when I said this was a fun question

Fritz lives with his father and stepmother, his parents got divorced when he was 2 or 3 and since then Fritz has been largely absent from his own life, he parents pay little attention to him and at only 8 years old he’s learned to be almost entirely self sufficient, he knows how to make basic meals for himself he can do his own chores and most importantly he walks himself to school everyday… but since nobody really notices when he actually shows up and when he doesn’t on occasion Fritz will simply choose not to go to school and since his parents never show up to parent teacher conferences he doesn’t see many consequences for this, there’s also the matter of going home every day, but much of the time Fritz instead of going home just goes to Freddy’s since he really likes the place and it’s not a far walk from his school, after awhile of this behavior and the noticeable lack of parents watching him the employees at Freddy’s take notice of him and take turns watching him to make sure he’s alright since nobody else is… plenty of the time they’ll just get him a slice of pizza and a drink on the house because they feel bad, leaving Fritz to spend his questionably acquired money at the arcade instead

Fritz is one of the only kids I’ve really thought about at length like this.. other then

Cassidy! Cassidy lives with her dad, her mom died shortly after she was born so that leaves her dad Richard a single father, Richard is also a nurse and often struggles with his work schedule since the local hospital is permanently understaffed for nurses and they never seem to need him at convenient times of day… babysitters are expensive and Richard doesn’t have reliable friends or family, luckily Freddy fazbears provides surprisingly good childcare? He feels bad about leaving his daughter in a pizzeria while he’s at work but he doesn’t really have another option since there’s no decent cheap childcare in their town and well like I said, Freddy’s is genuinely the best option, not exactly on par with a real daycare.. but close! Well, right up until the murders that is…

Richard never stopped blaming himself

ANYWAY !!! Those were my general answers, unfortunately I am still missing information on some of the kids but for ones like Fritz and Cassidy I am joyful to share their stories :}!! Like I said any of this could change at any time but right now this is what it is <3 thank you for the ask! Terribly sorry to end on such a depressing note but that’s fnaf I guess

#fun fact: many people when I tell them about Richard immediately go “SINGLE FATHER???😍🩷‼️💕💥‼️” #like this has happened so many times #and I assure you he is a dilf BUT- #uh anyway #Fritz is a depressing little guy but he’s also kinda my favorite #he’s an 8 year old adult and it’s sad but also a lil silly #he wears like. polos. every day. where are you going?? the golf course?? #I just had to give Gabriel religious parents #I mean everyone does that right? he has one of those biblical ass names #I mean that In a nice way sorrgy gabe- yeah ok I’ll put a dollar in the swear jar. #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

[archangelraphael]

Oooooh ☕ how were each of the 4 archangels with all the fledglings? (Both the earlier generations of fledglings and the later/younger generations?)

Woo im so happy to see someone else who thinks in earlier/later generations of angels aaa! k so:

Michael: As the first and oldest sibling, he seemed more reserved at the eyes of the younger generations of angels, they got to know Michael when he was already the commander of heaven so they had always seen him more as an authority figure than an older sibling. Older generations tho, remember when Michael still had some free time to spend with his family. He would try to carry as many siblings as he possibily could under his wings, groom their wings, and sometimes, almost always at the provocation of Gabriel, he would join in in games. Despite not being so openly affective, Michael always made sure his siblings knew he loved them and would protect them.

Lucifer: Lucifer was also seen in a position of authority and respect, but in a less intense level, angels admired him not only by his beauty but also by his surprising wit. Lucifer was way more sociable than Michael was, but despite that, he was more selective of his intimate circle. Older angels will know that Lucifer was the sibling to go to if you had done or wanted to do something that might get you in trouble, not because he enjoyed to see his siblings in said situation, but because he would rather help them with these type of stuff than have them do it on their own at the risk of getting hurt without anyone around to help. They will also remember the warm look on Lucifer’s eyes when they would tell him how they spent the day. Lucifer was very loved by them, some angels still do remember fondly of him and how he tried to show gratitude to them in his own ways, maybe through a song, a game or breaking a rule or two every now and then to keep them happy or safe. Younger angels however, will only shudder at the mention of his name. Raphael: Due to their personality and their role as a healer, it was harder to have much contact with their siblings outside of that dynamic, but Raphael did had many fondness toward the angels, not to mention a lot of concern for their well being. That being said, Raphael always tried to talk and cheer their siblings up whenever they spent time with them while recovering, they would go to earth from time to time to pick up some fruits or flowers to give them, tell some histories about the archangels or their father or really just make company to them while they couldn’t go back to training with the others. Despite the few lectures they had to hear form Raphael due getting hurt by dumb reasons every now and then, everyone knew that if you needed somewhere or someone safe to rest or be with the right archangel to go was Raphael. Gabriel: Gabriel was the one out of the four archangels that most spent time with fledglings, since his mission as a messenger was less constant. Everyone knew him, everyone talked to him, and he always remembered everyone’s names and interests, it was surreal! Taking care of fledglings was in a way his secondary responsability, he was the one to teach them sing and organize choirs, sometimes with Lucifer’s help, he was the one to teach them fly and just keep them busy in general. Gabriel had many close relationships with many of his younger siblings, when he left it was really as if heaven had lost one of it’s most essencial parts, everyone was in some degree affected. Send me a ☕ and a topic and i will talk about it

#i'm sorry for the wait sdksdj #really unrelated to the ask but i fell asleep while writing this in a way i never did before #i was like. writing and then i woke up at 5:45 am like wtf #spn raphael #spn gabriel #spn lucifer #spn michael #michael #gabriel #lucifer #raphael #archangel #Michael & Lucifer & Raphael & Gabriel #asks #anon

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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Longest Night (50) Celebrating

Here we go! The last chapter! And it’s a doozy! 

I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I grew up calling all of my parents friend’s ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’. Some of them I still do. Which was really fun when I dated a family friend and kept calling his mom ‘Aunt Julie’. We are not related. Fun times!

Also, there’s some nicknames in this chapter. “Peepums” is Tom. “Nonnie Cheng” is Sabine. And “Nonna Gina” is Tom’s mom. You know how grandparents all have their weird nicknames. 

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20 years later

—

When Marinette awoke that morning, she was alone in bed. It wasn’t that odd. Adrien had always been an early riser, but this was a different reason than just that. 

But she didn’t worry. It was best just to leave things the way they were. 

Dressing in a robe, she went downstairs to start making breakfast. The kids were old enough to get ready on their own now, and as long as they were down before 7, she didn’t bug them. 

The first into the kitchen was the youngest, Emma. A complete girly-girl and lover of all things pink and fashionable. Even at 12, she had her own sophisticated sense of style (party cultivated by her grandfather). She danced in her pink dress and adorable white flats. “What do you think, mama? Perfect for career day? Do I look like a professional?” 

“Of course you do, sweetheart.” 

She beamed. “Where’s papa?” 

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure. He couldn’t sleep last night, so he went for patrol. He hasn’t been back yet.” 

Emma frowned hard. “He’ll be there for career day though, right?” 

“He wouldn’t miss it for the world! But Peepums and Grandfather Gabriel are going to be there too.” 

“Is Peepums bringing treats?” 

“I would assume so. He never passes up a chance to bring snacks. Now, I’m making crepes, you want one or two?” 

“Just one, mama.” 

“Alright.” 

The next down the stairs was the oldest (by two minutes) Hugo. “Morning mama,” he smiled brightly. 

“There’s my birthday boy! Feel any older?” 

“No, but I feel wiser!” He joked, as he jumped on the stool by the counter. 

“Where’s Louis?” 

“Stuck in the toilet.” 

“And you mean that figuratively, right?”

He shrugged. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Crepes, blueberry, your favorite.” 

“Yes! I want five!” 

“You can have three, I don’t want you to get a tummy ache before school.” 

“Lame! Bring on the crepes!” He pounded his fists on the counter. 

“Three, and then if you aren’t stuffed, I’ll consider more.” 

Then came the unmistakable sound of a body slowly falling down the stairs, before a dark haired teen crawled across the floor and collapsed next to his mother’s legs. 

“Ah, Birthday boy part 2. Welcome to the land of the living!” 

“It should be a crime to have to wake up early on your birthday.” Said the boy, face flat against the ground.

“You truly are my child,” said Marinette with a smile. 

“Where’s pops?” Asked Hugo, digging into his second crepe. 

“Out on patrol.” 

This caused Louis to stir and look up. “Did something happen?”

“No, he just couldn’t sleep.” 

Hugo frowned. “Nightmares again? He’s been having those a lot lately.” 

“Yeah. I’m not sure why he’s having them. But you kids don’t need to worry about it.” 

“Are we still okay for our party tomorrow?” 

“Of course!” Marinette beamed. “Even if papa wasn’t feeling great, we’d still have it! Aunt Chloe reserved the rooftop pool for you, after all.”

“…I’m so excited,” said the child on the floor, with no enthusiasm. “You just can’t tell right now.”

“Well, you’re not going to get any rest on the floor. Sit in your seat and eat your crepe. I’ll make a little coffee.” 

“…yay…” 

—

Emma bounced nervously in her seat. She was flanked by Tom and Gabriel, who had both already presented for career day. 

The day was almost over, and her father hadn’t shown. 

“It’s okay, my little cupcake.” Tom assured, petting her blonde hair. “He’ll be here.” 

“And if he doesn’t make it,” added Gabriel, “It wasn’t because he didn’t want to. He’s probably out there stopping a criminal, saving lives. I know you’re the most important thing in the world to him.” 

Emma nodded, believing both of her grandfathers, but also not wanting to be one without a dad on career day. 

Through the years, Emma had gotten used to her father’s unpredictable behavior. He loved her to the end of the world and back, and would move mountains for her if he could. And most days, it really really showed. 

But some days, he just wasn’t…there. Emotionally, spiritually, or like today, physically. Her mother had similar episodes, but mostly in mood swings. She got angry sometimes, seemingly over nothing. Never directed at Emma or her brothers, thankfully, but Emma knew that there was something different about her parents. 

She knew the story. She had been told pieces of it growing up, but never allowed to watch the footage. Mama and Papa had been kidnapped and tortured, because they were superheroes, and they were never the same after. The details were vague, and she was told it would be too scary for her to handle every time she asked. But she saw the scars, heard her father’s screams at night. 

Most days, she didn’t want to know.

“Alright! I think that’s everyone!” Miss Bustier called. “Thank you all for participating in our career day! It’s awesome that we have such a wide range of jobs just in this very room!” 

Emma deflated. Her father really wasn’t coming. 

Tom laid a giant hand on her head and rubbed. 

But then, there was a knock at the window. 

“Chat Noir?” Miss Bustier asked. 

The man in black waved as she opened the window. 

“So so sorry I’m late!” He apologized, hopping into the room. “I caught a robber, and I walked him down to the police station and we had to do all this paperwork—“ 

“Papa!” Emma shouted, leaping over her desk. She ran to him, and threw her arms around him in a crushing hug. “You made it!”

“Just in time it seems,” he laughed, hugging her back. “I’m sorry I’m late. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course! Come on, it’s your turn to present!” She took his hand and led him up to the front of the room. “Everyone, this is my dad, Chat Noir! He’s a superhero!” 

—

The next day was Saturday, and Marinette was full of stress up to her neck. She paced poolside, as her family helped set up for the party. 

“Alright, Nino’s on music, Alya’s on Emma duty, Chloe covered catering, mom and dad have the cake, Gabriel and Emilie have decorations…what am I missing?”

“My Lady, you’ve gone over this list a hundred times. We’re fine.” 

“Drinks! I forgot the drinks!” 

Adrien pointed over at the bar. “Luka and Kagami are on drinks, remember? Luka’s making his mimosas for the adults.”

“Oh, right.” Then she pointed at him. “No alcohol, alright? Not with your medication.” 

“Oh come on, these are Luka’s mimosas! I’m gonna get krunk!” 

“Dad’s gonna get krunk?” Asked Hugo, from the pool. 

“No one is getting krunk!” Marinette poked Adrien in the chest. “Look what you started!” 

“I’m only teasing.” Adrien laughed, taking his wife’s hand. “Relax My Lady, it’s a party, a sweet 16 party! Everyone’s here to have fun. And they will as long as we relax.” 

Marinette got close, whispering conspiratorially, “that’s just the thing! Do you remember our sweet sixteen parties?” 

“Well...I didn’t have a party,” Adrien shrugged. “You, Alya, and Nino helped me escape the house and we went to the movies.” 

“Yeah, and they spent the whole time making out, so you and I just sat there awkwardly.” 

“I think I put my arm around you,” he grinned. “My very good friend.” 

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“And your sixteenth...was that the year that Lila told everyone it was on a different day?” 

“And you were the only one who called to confirm it was on the original day, and so you were the only one that showed? Yep, that’s the one. I cried on you for 15 minutes when I realized no one else was coming.” 

“I mean, yeah, that sucked, but we still had fun with your family.” 

“My point is, this is Hugo and Louis’ sixteenth birthday. I want them to have a good one, to have what we couldn’t have.” 

“You have their gifts in your purse, right?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Then I wouldn’t worry about it. Their friends and family are coming, everything looks good, so just relax.” 

Marinette took a deep sigh. “You’re right, my love. Whatever happens, happens, and we’ve done all we can.” 

“The party will be fine, Mom.” Said Louis from a lounge chair. 

“Ah! Louis? Why aren’t you in the pool?” 

“I’m perfectly content just relaxing here. I’ll get hot soon enough and go in the pool.” 

“Are you sure?” 

Adrien wrapped an arm around his wife. “Marinette, let him alone. He’s fine. You know he’s our introvert.” 

“Mama! Papa!” Emma called, running towards them from the hotel elevator. “Look at the swimsuit grandfather Gabriel got me!” She twirled, letting the shimmery, glittery greens, teals, and purples swirl in a kaleidoscope of color. “I look like a mermaid!” 

“You sure do, Princess!” Adrien beamed. 

Emma squealed in delight before running back to Alya. 

“See? All of our kids are enjoying themselves. The guests are slowly trickling in...” he gestured to the elevator where more classmates with gifts arrived. “And no catastrophes yet.” 

“Fine fine, Kitty, I get it. I’ll have a mimosa and lighten up.” 

“Have one for me too!” He called after, as she headed to the bar. 

Soon, the guests arrived. Hugo and Louis had invited their entire class of 18 kids. Some parents stayed to help with chaperoning, and some even brought younger siblings that were friends with Emma. 

It was turning out to be a real shin-dig. 

So far, Marinette felt at ease. The four parents that had stayed were mostly just hanging out at the bar, but the kids were in the pool, and no one was drowning. 

Louis still reclined on the lounger, sunning himself. 

“You're still doing okay over here, kiddo?” 

“Mom, I’m doing so okay. So okay, it’s ridiculous. Nonna Gina brought me over a virgin mimosa, cause everyone’s talking about them. I feel like I’m on vacation.” 

“As long as you’re content, I’m happy. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t feeling left out.” 

“Nah,” he waved her off. “I will go swimming, but I’m going to wait until after eating.” 

“Okay, kiddo.” 

Seeing Hugo happily enthralled in a cannonball contest, and Louis sunning himself like a cat, she decided to check in with her youngest. Though she saw Alya at the bar talking to Kagami, and Emma nowhere in sight. 

This used to make her panic immediately. None of her kids were especially hyper or rambunctious. They didn’t run off on their own, especially without letting her know. 

But there was still a fear, still a niggling doubt in the back of her head that said ‘what if’? 

As calm as possible, she approached the adults at the bar, and asked Alya. “Have you seen Emma?”

“She ran down to the lobby to use the bathroom,” Alya answered casually. 

“Alone?”

“Yeah, Marinette, she’s 12. She can handle going to the bathroom alone.” It was a reassurance, no judgement. Because sometimes, Adrien and Marinette needed a reminder that their children were well adjusted and had plenty of common sense.

Marinette knew that. And it wasn’t the bathroom part she was concerned about. It was the trip down to the lobby by herself. 

She heard a father speak softly, “for superheroes, they are certainly overprotective of their kids. Kind of feel sorry for them.” 

Marinette nodded at Alya, and retreated sheepishly. Was her paranoia ruining her children’s lives? 

“What’s with that look, My Lady?” Adrien asked, softly, sipping on his drink. 

“Sorry, sorry, I just…overheard something I shouldn’t dwell on.” She looked at the drink in his hands, narrowing her eyes. 

“It’s virgin!” He handed it to her. “I promised I was going to quit. Getting plastered at our kid’s birthday would be the worst time for them to find out I have a problem.” 

“It’s not a problem yet, but that’s why I want you to stop. So it doesn’t become one.”

“Hey! Let go Isaac!” Louis’ voice carried over the water. Instantly, Marinette and Adrien were alert and looked to see a larger boy pulling Louis toward the pool by the arm. 

“Hey!” Marinette called out. “Let him go! If he doesn’t want to go swimming, don’t force him!” 

“Oh come on, Lady!” The father from the bar shouted over to her. “What’s the point in having a pool party for your boys if they aren’t even going to go swimming!?”

SPLASH

Louis surfaced with a gasp, and then a defeated “aw man!” 

“Are you okay kiddo?” Marinette asked. “You didn’t have your phone on you, right?”

“No, I’m fine.” He took off his soaked shirt and dropped it on the edge of the pool with a loud plop. “Just…didn’t want to get wet yet.” 

“Dude, come on Isaac, don’t be such a turd!” Hugo chastised. 

“He looked lonely!” Isaac argued. 

“Whatever,” Louis said, defeated. “Just…don’t dunk me, okay?” 

“No promises!”

Adrien frowned at the exchange as Louis swam over closer to his brother. “Isaac, Isaac, why is that name familiar? Is that the kid that’s been picking on Louis? Why is he here?” 

“Oh,” Marinette smacked her head. “That’s what they were asking about!” 

“What? Who?” 

“A few weeks ago, the boys were asking me questions about what to do about a classmate people don’t get along with. They asked if they should include them in the party if they were inviting the rest of the class. I told them that would be the right thing to do, but I didn’t realize they were talking about Louis’ bully!” She groaned. “And it looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” She glared at Isaac’s dad at the bar. 

Adrien smiled over at the pool. Both Hugo and Louis were laughing and seemed to be having a good time. It seemed Louis was already over his impromptu dunking. “Our kids are resilient. It’ll take more than that to bring them down.” 

“They are strong.” Marinette breathed. “Stronger than me.” 

It was then that Emma returned. “Hi mama, I’m back. Aunt Alya said I should check in with you because you were worried? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was going.” 

Marinette smiled at her. “It’s fine Emma. You told Aunt Alya, so someone knew. You just know I’m a basket case.” 

Emma frowned at her mom. “You’re not a basket case. You’re just...worried?” 

“Does that bother you? Do I make you feel trapped or smothered?” 

Adrien stared at his wife in horror. Likewise, so did Emma. “No! Not at all!” She hugged her around the waist and added, “Nonnie Cheng worries about where I am too. She says it’s because you went missing, and it’s scared her ever since. I don’t want to scare you, mom.” 

Marinette hugged Emma tightly and said, “I have the best kids in the world.” 

“In that case,” Emma grinned. “Can I have some soda?” 

“Sure, just tell Aunt Kagami what you want.”

“Thanks mom!” She beamed and scurried off. 

“And no running!” Marinette called after. “Girl’s got my clumsy streak. She’ll break her neck.” 

“Crisis averted it seems.” Said Adrien. 

“For now,” Marinette narrowed her eyes. “But Ladybug never rests!” 

Adrien pecked his wife on the lips. “Someone has to be responsible.” 

“Hey pops!” Hugo called from the pool. 

“What’s up?” 

“We’re going to do a diving contest! You should join!” 

“Yeah!” 

“Come on Mr. Dupain-Cheng!” 

“Show us some Chat Noir style!” 

Marinette nudged him. “Go ahead. Show those kids how it’s done.” 

He smirked. “Okay okay.” He took off his shirt and laid it on the lounger by their bags. Then he entered the pool from the shallow end, coming up behind the kids. “How does this diving contest work?” 

“It’s easy!” Said Hugo, “we’re going to take turns coming up with unique ways to jump in the pool. Winner is the best technique, or most creative.”

“I got one!” Said a chubby kid. He climbed out of the pool and up on the diving board. 

“Make room!” Someone called. “Cannon ball champion on the loose!” 

“This is called ‘The Patrick Star’!” He bounced twice, getting real air before leaping out, parallel with the water, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. 

And he collided with the water with a resounding clap, making everyone go, ‘ooo!’ 

The kid surfaced, his entire frontside pink. “Ow.” 

The rest of the class laughed at him. 

One by one, classmates would come up with a dive, though most were a lot more elegant than the first. 

“I call this, ‘The Ladybug’.” A girl said. She ran and jumped, twisting in the air while throwing her arm, mimicking Ladybug’s yo-yo. She managed to say “bug out!” Before she hit the water. Marinette whistled. “She’s got my vote!” 

“Come on, Pops,” said Hugo. “It’s your turn!” 

“I don’t have a—“ 

“Just make something up! Go go!” 

Adrien pulled himself out of the pool and headed toward the diving board, aware of the people watching, curious. 

This was his twin boys’ special day. He had to be impressive. He had to be the cool dad. 

He took a running start, falling into a front flip as he hit the diving board. His adult weight bowed the board with force, sending him up into the air. He curled tightly into a ball, using the momentum to rotate three times, before coming out of the ball and diving seamlessly into the water. 

When he surfaced, the crowd of kids were going wild. They screamed and chanted “Dad! Dad! Dad!” 

Obviously started by his boys. 

Adrien beamed as he treaded water. Being Chat Noir was great, even with all the pain it had brought him. But being his kid’s hero was the absolute best. 

But everything came to a screeching halt as Isaac, the butthole kid, let out a loud, “EWWW!!” Grabbing everyone’s attention. “What’s wrong with your dad’s back!? It’s all gross!”

Adrien slammed his eyes shut, all at once feeling self-conscious. But this was just a dumb teenager. Maybe he didn’t know any better. But before he could gather himself to calmly explain his scars, his boys spoke up for him. 

“It’s scarring, you jerk,” said Louis. 

“He got it from being a superhero, when he was just two years older than we are!” Added Hugo. 

Isaac scoffed, “Chat Noir and Ladybug aren’t real superheroes! Not like the ones in America! All they do is rescue cats from trees and show up for charity events. They don’t even do anything anymore!”

Adrien sloppily backtracked, reaching out for the edge of the pool. 

“Just yesterday, he caught a robber! That’s not nothing!” Hugo defended. 

“Oh yeah?” Said Isaac, “My dad said that they used to fight supervillains, but they couldn’t stop the guy responsible for them! He said they’re losers and failures!” 

“Hey Jean,” said one of the parents. “Tell your kid to shut up.” 

Isaac’s father took a chug from his beer and shrugged. “Someone had to say it.” 

“Monsieur,” said Ladybug with god-like patience. “I suggest you and your son leave. I don’t feel the need to play host to someone who could be so hateful and misinformed.” 

“Misinformed?” The man, Jean, scoffed. “I was there. I saw the stream back then. I remember what it was like. The weekly akumas, classes and events always cancelled. The only reason they stopped is because Hawkmoth gave up. I don’t think you guys should be getting recognition anymore. Sorry, not sorry.” 

“Mom?” Louis called from the pool.

Jean frowned, continuing. “The rest of us have to make a living working hard, every day. You and your husband just put on some skin tight leather and prance around. Now you’re set for life. It’s disgusting.” 

“Hey man, if you don’t like it, you can leave,” said Alya. “No one invited you. I heard your son was only invited out of obligation.” 

“Mom!” Louis called again. 

“Marinette and Adrien suffered enough for a lifetime. Every day is a struggle! How dare you say otherwise!” 

“MOM!” Louis screamed. 

Marinette whipped her head over to the pool, seeing Adrien struggling to keep his head above water. Louis and Hugo were holding him up. She hurried over. “What happened? What’s wrong?” 

“He’s having an attack!” 

Tom rushed over, reaching his hands under Adrien’s arms, and pulled him out of the pool. He tried to set him on his feet, but he kept leaning forward, trying to lay down. His eyes were wide, but unfocused, as his breaths came rapidly. 

Marinette tugged on his arm. “Come on, Kitty. Not here.” She called over to Chloe. “Is there a room we can borrow for a second?”

“Follow me!” 

Louis broke off from the group, but Hugo and Marinette were quick to escort Adrien away from the party. 

“Mom?” Emma asked, right as they were about to get on the elevator. 

“It’s okay, Honey. Dad just needs a minute. Stay behind with Aunt Alya, okay?”

Emma nodded, though didn’t look convinced. 

Chloe showed them to her room, where she quickly got a towel for Adrien to wrap up in. 

Hugo and Marinette eased him down to sit on the couch. There, he slumped, his head resting on the back of the couch. 

Louis found their room, cup in hand. “I brought a coke. I know that usually helps.” 

Marinette sighed in relief. “Thank you baby,” she took the cup from him and put it in Adrien’s hand, then helped him take a sip. 

They sat for a while, watching Adrien breathe slowly and take occasional sips from his drink.

“I’m so sorry boys,” Marinette looked to them sadly. “We didn’t mean to ruin your birthday.”

Hugo frowned at her. “What? You guys didn’t ruin anything. Isaac’s the one that pooped on our party.”

“Yeah,” added Louis, “and we were having a great time up until now. Don’t worry about it mom.” 

Adrien very shakily brought the cup towards his face, and Marinette was quick to help, so he didn’t spill. “Dad’s going to be fine,” she explained. “Why don’t you boys get back to the party?” 

“If it’s okay, I’d like to wait until dad feels a little better. I’d feel guilty if I left,” said Louis.

“Me too,” said Hugo. “And I need a few minutes to calm down to keep from punching Isaac in the face. What he said was dumb. He has no idea what you guys do.” 

“…it shouldn’t have bothered me…” Adrien said, softly. 

“Dad?” 

“I’m okay,” he took a deep exhale. “Just…lost myself for a moment.” 

Hugo hugged him tightly around the shoulders. “Love you, dad. Don’t worry about it.” 

“I’m sorry for scaring you boys…and your friends. But I’ll be alright now.” 

“You recovered pretty quickly,” Marinette noted. 

“It’s because I have my big strong boys with me.” He wrapped his arms around his sons. “There was nothing to worry about.” 

Except, there was. 

Alya burst into the room, Chloe behind her, with a look of panic. 

“Marinette, come quickly!” 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

“It’s Emma! She’s been akumatized!!” 

—

As Emma watched her father be rushed out of the party, a stone fell into her gut. No matter how often this happened, no matter how good they got at catching the attacks, it still scared her when it happened. 

She was torn between wanting to be with him, and not wanting to see that vacant expression on his face. Her mother said it was a coping mechanism he developed a long time ago, when they had been kidnapped. He just switched his brain off when he got overwhelmed, as to not experience pain. It only happened a few times a year, only in super stressful situations where he thought about his torture. 

Emma wiped at her face as she looked over the party. Alya was chastising the adult man that had talked bad about her father, and Hugo and Louis’ friends were ripping into the kid that started the whole mess. 

Everyone was angry and yelling. 

“Emma?” Gabriel asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Oh, Grandfather…” She sniffed. “I’m just…scared.” 

“Your father will be alright. It’s nothing physical, it’s just a mental state.” 

“I know…” She screwed up her lips. “But I’m scared people are going to keep saying that stuff to him. Mom acts like I’m too young to understand what’s happening…but people are forgetting that they are real superheroes, and they act like they’re mascots. I’m scared this is going to happen again.” She rubbed at her damp eyes. “He doesn’t deserve it. Neither of them do.” 

“You really love your parents, don’t you?” 

“Of course! They’re the best!”

“Then, I have a plan. Would you be willing to help?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“Come with me, we’ll speak in private.” 

Curious, Emma followed Gabriel into the hotel, down to a conference room. He locked the door behind them. 

“You remember our little secret?” 

“That I know you were Hawkmoth?” 

“Yes. My plan requires me to come out of retirement, just this once…and to akumatize you.” 

She looked startled. “You want to turn me into a supervillain?”

“Only if you agree to it, dear.” He pet her hair. “My goal is to make you a supervillain, so you can terrorize Paris and remind them of what Ladybug and Chat Noir used to do. I’ll be able to see through your eyes, so I can stop and undo any damage if something goes wrong.” 

Emma crossed her arms. “You’d make mom and dad fight me?”

“Not fight you, rescue you.”

She frowned again, thinking about it. Then she nodded. “Let’s do it!” 

Gabriel smiled at her, and opened his sports jacket, where Nooroo was hiding. “Nooroo, Dark Wings rise!” 

In a flash of purple light, Hawkmoth had returned. Inside his cane, a little white butterfly fluttered. 

Emma danced on her toes. “What kind of powers are you going to give me? I want to be pretty!” 

He chuckled at her eagerness. “Of course, my sweet Emma.” He evilized the butterfly, and then coaxed it into the paw print bracelet she was wearing. 

A purple mask appeared on her face.

“Mermaidia, I’m giving you the power of the seas. You may travel through any body of water, and turn those that oppose you into sea creatures. In exchange, you must give Chat Noir and Ladybug a taste of nostalgia. Do you accept these terms?” 

“Absolutely, Hawkmoth.” 

The dark purple fog encompassed Emma, turning the sweet blonde girl into a real mermaid, with purple hair, shimmering scales, and an abundance of glittering gold and jewels. In her hand, she held a trident. 

Hawkmoth took a bottle of water from the table, and poured it on the floor. 

Mermaidia stepped into the puddle, and disappeared. 

—

“Regardless if you feel like you’re right, it’s still your opinion. And an opinion doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole, especially to people who are hosting this party!” Shouted Alya. 

The rest of the parents were quietly watching the exchange, not really wanting to get involved. But they were also paying attention to a similar argument in the pool. 

“You are a grown adult and a parent. It’s your job to teach your kid respect and kindness, two qualities I haven’t seen from him today.” 

“Look lady, I know you’re friends with the Dupain-Cheng’s and all, but come on. It doesn’t bother you that they don’t work at all? What’s the point of them calling themselves superheroes anyway? They should just hang up the suits and get real jobs.” 

“They. Can’t.” Alya emphasized. “Did you not just see what happened to Adrien? What if he was working and he had an attack? What then, smart guy?”

“He won’t have attacks if he was doing something with his life!” 

“They are full time parents, and full time heroes! They do more than just ‘rescue cats and make celebrity appearances at charity events’! How can you be so ignorant?!”

“What did you call me!?” 

Screams came from the pool, and the argument halted. 

Mermaidia had made her appearance. 

“I am Mermaidia! You all have grown too soft and comfortable! I’m here to remind you what it was like back when there were akuma!” She laughed, pointed her trident, and turned a child into a fish. 

The party descended into madness, as Mermaidia shot rapidly. None of the teens in the pool escaped, and all turned into various fish and sea creatures. 

Isaac turned into a starfish, and Emma stuck him to her arm. “You’re coming with me. I want you to see how wrong you were.” 

Several adults had tried to escape as well, but Mermaidia stopped them in their run. 

Only those who knew the identity of Hawkmoth, or were previous Miraculous users didn’t panic. Rather, they stood staring, confused. Alya backed away carefully, and escaped into the hotel. Whether Emma purposely let her go or not, she would never know.

“Emma?” Asked Sabine. 

“I’m not Emma anymore, I’m Mermaidia!” She turned Isaac’s father into another starfish, and stuck him on her other arm. “You mocked my parents, but now, they’re the only ones that can save you! Ahahaha!” 

“Emma, stop.” Tom demanded. “You’re a good girl. We can’t let what people say get to us. People will always have their opinions that we disagree with, but we can’t take it personally.” 

“But I can take this personally!” She shouted back. “My father is the greatest man alive, and no one will doubt that when I’m through! Just you see!” 

She turned the rest of the assembled party goers into creatures, before leaping into the pool and disappearing.

—

Ladybug, Chat Noir, Alya, Chloe, Louis, and Hugo all returned to the party, only to find a bunch of fish. 

“What the…?” 

“She’s called Mermaidia,” Alya clarified. “She’s turned everyone into sea creatures. She appeared from the water, so I think she can transport through liquid.”

“She totally can, dude,” said a sea turtle from the pool. 

“Nino?” Asked Chat Noir. 

“Cha dude, what do you think? Pretty fitting for me, huh?” 

“Are you okay?”

“Totally. All the little dudes are too.” He gestured to the fish in the pool. 

“Emma turned the kid and his dad who started the argument into starfish.” Said a sea-snake. “They’re on her arms. So be careful when you attack.”

“Luka?”

“Yep.”  

“Where’s my mom and dad?” 

“Over here!” Called a walrus. There was a crab next to him, waving a claw. “We’re fine, honey. Just save Emma!” 

“Next question,” Said Ladybug, wielding her yo-yo angrily. “Where’s Gabriel?”

Chat Noir rested a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s focus on saving Emma, and then we’ll find him.” 

She sighed. “You’re right, as always, kitty. However, I think we might need some help with this akuma.” She opened her yo-yo and reached inside, pulling out two octagonal boxes. Then she turned to Hugo and Louis. “I hoped to give you your presents later, and hoped you wouldn’t ever have to use them. But desperate times come desperate measures.” 

Hugo and Louis smiled at each other, with excitement. 

“Louis, my wise, observant, and cunning child, this is the Miraculous of the Snake. With it, you can turn back time an infinite amount of times in a five minute duration. You will use it for the greater good.”

“Sweet.” 

“And Hugo, my brave, bold, and exuberant child, this is the Miraculous of the Turtle. With it, you can create an impenetrable shield. You will use it for the greater good.”

“Yes!” 

“Louis, to transform, simply say ’Sass, Scales Slither.’ And Hugo, your phrase is ‘Wayzz, Shell On’.”

“Sass, Scales Slither!”

“Wayzz, Shell On!” 

A flash of green and teal, and the boys were turned into superheroes. They high fived each other. 

“The Reptile Boyz are back in town!” Hugo cheered. 

“Really? ‘Boyz’ with a ‘Z’?” Chat Noir asked flatly.

“It’s cool, old man!” Said Louis. 

“Alright team, let’s focus,” Ladybug said, a bit too fondly for the situation at hand. She took out her yo-yo, and looked for intel. There was a special report live from Nadja Chamack. 

“—Mermaidia is the first Akuma in 20 years! It was thought that Hawkmoth had retired, but it seems he has one ace left up his sleeve. The akuma was last spotted at the Luxembourg park! Hopefully, Ladybug and Chat Noir are on their way! Again, this is a real akuma, so it is advised to stay indoors and away from water!” 

“She’s at the park! Let’s go!” 

—

This wasn’t nearly as scary as Emma thought it would be. In fact, she was having a lot of fun. Hawkmoth did advise her that she would be influenced by her anger, but that really didn’t seem to bother her. It was really fun to turn people into sea creatures. 

Though, she did feel really guilty when she hit people that were crying in fear. 

But that’s what her parents were here for! To undo all this! It was fine! 

“I am Mermaidia! And Ladybug and Chat Noir are your only chance for salvation!” 

“Now now Emma,” Chat Noir spoke from behind. “Go easy on us. We’re a little wet behind the ears.” 

Emma had to stomp down the urge to run and hug her father, and instead declared. “There you are, Ladybug and Chat Noir! Ready to do battle?” 

Ladybug simply crossed her arms. “If you don’t give up your akuma, you’re grounded.” 

Mermaidia stomped her foot. “You can’t ground me if you can’t catch me!” And she leapt into the fountain. 

“She’s escaping!” Cried Hugo. 

“Quick, fan out! Look for sources of water, and call as soon as you get sight of her!” 

—

This was not Hugo or Louis’ first time using a Miraculous. Every once in a while, Marinette and Adrien would allow the children to pick one out to try, and then they’d have a family game of tag out on the Paris rooftops. The rules were to stay safe, and to not allow the media to take pictures. And at the first sign of danger, they were supposed to go home and let Mom and Dad handle it. 

So the boys were familiar with their powers, but boy, they were not ready for the anxiety of an Akuma attack. 

They may have been older, but Emma was still the reigning champion of tag. 

“Find anything?” Louis asked, crossing his brother. 

“Not a scale,” said Hugo. “Have you activated your Second Chance yet?” 

“No, but I will the second we find her. Then if she escapes, we can just reverse time.” 

“Smart.” Then, Hugo’s eyes caught on something in the river. “Huh?”

“What?”

“How often do you think whales go down the Seine?” 

“Uh…never?” 

“There she is! She’s on top of it!” Hugo activated his distress beacon on his shield, making sure to keep up with Emma, but also stay out of sight. 

“We have to play this carefully. She can literally jump into the water and disappear at any second.” 

“Not if there’s no water to disappear into,” said Chat Noir, appearing from nowhere. 

Hugo resisted a scream. “D-Chat! You’re too sneaky!”

“I’ve been doing this a while, kiddo. Ladybug’s not here yet?” 

“No, what’s the plan?”

“I have half a plan…”

“Then it’s a good thing I have half of one too!” Said Ladybug, finally joining them. “After you sent your signal, I called the French Waterway Commission and had them close the lock she’s on.” 

“What did what the what?” Hugo asked. 

“The river is made up of locks,” explained Louis, “chambers that fill and empty with water so boats can travel. The ground isn’t level, and the water level changes.” 

“So Ladybug basically had them dam up the section Emma’s on right now,” said Chat.

“But she can still travel through water, so once she reaches the dam, she’ll just abandon ship, er, whale.” Hugo observed. “So then what?”

“Then we put my plan into action,” Chat cracked his knuckles, and stealthily made his way to the river bank. 

Louis and Hugo watched in fascination as Chat called his Cataclysm and touched the water. In a boiling wave, it rolled quickly past Emma, evaporating as it went. It didn’t even have time to settle, just went up in a cloud of steam. 

The whale that Emma was on run ashore, and she came to a halt. “What?”

“Nowhere to run now, little girl!” Ladybug called. 

Mermaidia jumped from the back of the whale and landed in the sand. It wasn’t even damp. Chat had literally evaporated all the water in that section of the river. 

“Second Chance!” Louis activated his bracelet. And just in time too, as Mermaidia shot a beam at Ladybug, and turned her into a dolphin. “Second Chance!”   

Time restarted, and Louis shouted. “Ladybug, dive!” 

Ladybug dove out of the way, missing the three shots Mermaidia took. 

“I’m not going to take it easy on you just because you’re my mother!” Emma shouted. “So let’s show Paris what a real superhero looks like, hmm?” 

“Oh you are so grounded when this is over, little lady!” She dodged another blast, and called for her Lucky Charm. 

Hugo called for Shelter while she glanced around, looking for the purpose of the tennis racket her Miraculous had bestowed upon her.

Then it dawned on her. 

A grounding wasn’t enough for her naughty child. Oh no. This called for the big guns.

The second Hugo’s Shelter faded, she shot out her yo-yo, catching Emma around the arms, and yanked her to lay across her leg. Hugo and Louis peeled the captive starfish off, while Chat took the trident. All the while Mermaidia wriggled around, fighting against the yo-yo string. 

“No akuma in the trident, my lady.” Chat Noir shrugged. 

“Oh, I’ll get it out of her.” Ladybug raised the tennis racket. “Where’s the akuma at, Emma?” 

“This is cheating!” 

“Okay, you asked for it.” And Ladybug brought the tennis racket down on her bottom, once, twice, three times before Emma cried out. “Okay okay! It’s in my bracelet! Stop! Stop!”

Chat broke the bracelet, freeing the butterfly, as Ladybug set her crying daughter down in the sand. 

She caught and purified the butterfly, and removed everyone from the bank of the river before casting her cure. 

Emma Dupain-Cheng returned, pouting, and still rubbing her behind. “I was just trying to help…” 

“Where’s your Grandfather?” 

“He’s in a conference room at the hotel. But don’t be mad at him, please…” 

Before Ladybug could yell more, Isaac and his father approached her. “Uh, Ladybug?” 

“Yes?”

“Look, I wanted to—we wanted to apologize. Thank you for rescuing us, and I’m sorry. I guess I had forgotten what it was like having akumas around. You still stopped Hawkmoth, right? Well…until today…” 

“Hawkmoth is a friend of ours now,” Ladybug clarified. “He’s paid for his crimes, but today has shown that he hasn’t quite learned the right way to deal with problems. I believe he was well intentioned, but we will be having words.” 

Isaac’s father nudged his son. “You want to say anything?” 

Isaac shyly looked at the family and admitted, “thank you for inviting to the party. No one invites me to things.” 

“Yeah, well, work on your boundary issues, and maybe it’ll happen more often,” said Louis. 

“If you guys want to head back to the hotel, I think there’s still time for cake!” Said Chat, with optimism. 

—

After the Miraculous cure restored the party, everyone gathered again and lunch was served. 

But, the Dupain-Chengs were in the conference room. Marinette and Adrien frowned at their youngest and Gabriel. 

“Now, son--” Gabriel began. 

“What were you thinking?” Adrien interrupted. 

“I was thinking that Paris needed a little reminder of all the hard work you guys did.” 

“Yeah, cool,” sniped Marinette. “Except now they think you’re out of retirement, and that’s a huge reminder that we didn’t stop you!” 

Gabriel took the brooch off. “Then here. Make it official. Tell them that this akuma was my swan-song and I made it to surrender.” 

Marinette took the brooch regardless, and put it in her bag. “I don’t know what I’ll say to the media. They’ll want to know who you are, and if you’re going to prison…and akumatizing your own granddaughter?” 

“I told him I was okay with it!” Said Emma. “I knew what I was getting into. It’s not that big of a deal!” 

“Not that big of a deal!?” 

There was a knock on the door, as Hugo and Louis peeked their heads in. “There you are, Grandfather!” 

“Hi boys,” he smiled at them, softly. 

The twins pushed passed their parents to stand in front of him, arms crossed, just like Marinette and Adrien. 

“What you did was terrible,” Said Louis. 

“So awful,” echoed Hugo. 

“You could have permanently hurt or traumatized people.” 

“Done thousands of dollars of property damage.” 

Gabriel sighed. “I know…I just—“ But he was cut off as the boys wrapped him up in a tight hug. “What?”

“Thanks for the coolest present ever!” 

“Yeah! Mom gave us our Miraculous, but the chance to use them on a real akuma!?” 

“Hey!” Shouted Emma. “I was the akuma! No thanks for me!?”

They gave her a noogie. “Thanks twerp.” 

“You’re a twerp!” 

Marinette and Gabriel met eyes. He gave a sheepish shrug. “I know I’m bad. But I deeply love my family.” 

She then gave up trying to be angry. “Alright fine. I admit it. It was fun to fight an akuma again. But it’s over now!” 

Adrien shook his head fondly. “Thanks for meddling dad.” 

“Your welcome, son.” 

“I want cake!” Hugo shouted. 

“Cake time!” 

“Yay cake!” 

“No cake for Emma. Only broccoli.” Marinette clarified. “You were naughty.” 

“Aw man!!” 

--

AND THAT’S THE END! 

Oh my word this story got AWAY from me! It was only supposed to be maybe 20 chapters when I first started on it? But here we are, a year and a half later, and over 200,000 words! I kinda can’t believe I’m done! 

Anyways, thank you all for sticking around through all the heartache. I appreciated every single review and like. And one parting question: What was your favorite part?

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ladybug #chat noir #ladynoir #adrienette #gabriel agreste #fanfiction #longest night #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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OC Masterpost

Diana

female, early 20s

short, with long black hair that reaches her calves; hazel eyes with epicanthic fold; sharp facial structure and lean build

daughter of Rhea and Sebastian, both from noble families; has 3 siblings (order): Selena, Brigid, and Iris; 3rd born, after Brigid

can be stuck up and rude, but is not unkind; can be aggressive to those she dislikes and possessive with those close to her

is best friends with Antonio (calls him Toni) and they are actually platonic soulmates

love interest is Adan; their relationship is a constant push/pull of the other, which balances them out

in near constant conflict with her sister, Selena, due to personality differences

struggles with emotional issues

is the best cook out of all OCs but doesn't like baking other than hand making bread

Antonio

male, 5 years younger than Diana

medium height, black eyes, sun streaked hair with a lean build; has buck teeth and a crooked smile with a youthful face

father disappeared during childhood and mother passed away when he was young; no other relatives

is mute; speaks in sign language and voice output on phone

is generally crotchety with a no-nonsense attitude, but is very supporting and affectionate with loved ones

is best friends with Diana; they're both stubborn, a fact that keeps them friends but often leads to them butting heads

love interest is Carlos; he is genuine, kind-hearted, and a little awkward, which Toni finds endearing

doesn't like Adan because he and Diana always meet explosively or in terrible circumstances

came from a humble background, as opposed to Diana, which lead to fights about money

he doesn't like to lie

likes to garden in his free time

Adan

male, 3 years younger than Diana

taller than Toni, but thicker; has a belly and muscle; short, black hair, strong jaw, and heavy-lidded dark brown eyes

large family consisting of parents and 6 siblings; is the 4th oldest

reticent and hyper empathetic; still waters run deep; slow to the point of stagnation

is best friends with Isaias, like brothers from a different mother

love interests are Diana and Sara, but Diana is the push to his pull and understands silence well

will overthink a problem till it no longer exists

hates being called boring

can be surprisingly intimidating and dominant when pushed/angry

hobby is playing guitar

Lucio

male, 2 years older than Diana

the most attractive OC, lean but not muscled, with long, black hair that passes his shoulders; grim features that always make him look serious; light brown eyes

mother passed away due to illness in teens, father is abusive; has a twin sister, Liliana, and other unnamed siblings

always serious, but is not unkind and will always help those in need

no love interest; was engaged to Diana in Supernatural AU but does not care for her romantically

either is friends or enemies with Diana, depending on the AU

likes reading

Carlos

male, 4 years older than Toni

taller than Toni but not by much; brown skin and brown, curly hair; has green eyes and dimples

has parents and cousins but they live far away; don't really speak that often; is an only child

generous and kind; even tempered and always looking out for others; can be kind of shy with strangers but is more open with friends and family; described as "warm"

lives alone and has no close friends except for pets

love interest is Antonio, who he finds hides a beautifully noble and wise mind beneath his cranky exterior

not very good at interacting with Diana, but considers her a friend

is a very good neighbor

experiences bouts of loneliness due to his distance from most people and society

hobby is tending to his farm

Rhea

female, middle aged

average height, but still taller than Diana; wavy black hair, honey brown eyes the same shape as Diana's and a rounder face; has curves but mostly lean

mother passed away young and she never knew her father; has a younger brother; married to Sebastian and has 4 daughters

has a kind heart, but can be selfish at times; very loving to all, but has to learn how to act like a family head and aquire confidence; very playful and youthful

best friend is Maria, a servant girl she grew up with but that sees as her own sister

love interest is Sebastian; they are true soulmates, both romantically and in terms of friendship; they understand each other without words

has had a rocky relationship with Diana for years, but this is due to her being overbearing at times

is heartbroken her daughters (Diana and Selena) are constantly fighting

gets along very well with her mother-in-law, Angelica and goes to her for advice

hobby is any activity with a family member or the entire family

Sebastian

male, middle aged

very tall with a thin, bony frame; light brown hair, large nose, and bony features; green, slightly droopy eyes; wears glasses

has both parents and a brother almost 20 years older than him; no other extended family

is neither shy nor awkward but does not make it a habit to talk to others; he is mild-mannered and noble; gets stuck in his own head often

best friend and lover is Rhea; they are two halves of one whole, a two headed being

he has a rocky relationship with his mother, Angelica

comes from a dying, cursed line of nobles

The Best Dad™️

likes reading everything but law and business; he dislikes business majors

Selena

female, 6 years older than Diana

average height, curvy, with wavy, brown hair; dark brown eyes; face shape like Sebastian's

has both parents and 3 sisters; Brigid, Diana, and Iris; is the oldest

can act haughty but is serious and practical; can be a bit of a killjoy and has a hard time loosening up; is not mean but will not respect someone until they earn it

best friend and lover is Liliana; she helps Selena see the beauty of the world without its practicality; they lead a quiet life together

is constantly in conflict with Diana, mostly due to her hurting their mother

likes fashion and making her own clothing

Brigida (developing)

female, 3 years older than Diana

short, thick and curvy; black, wavy hair and a round face with upturned eyebrows; has her paternal grandfather's eyes

has both parents, and 3 sisters; Selena, Diana, and Iris; is 2nd oldest; is married with 2 children

soft-spoken and a bit of a pushover; finds confidence in her husband and children

she grew up being the peacemaker between Selena and Diana, and as such, dislikes conflict of any kind

is kind of afraid of Diana

likes cooking and watching TV

Iris (developing)

female presenting, 3 years younger than Diana

average height, thin, and slim; long brown hair and thin face; eyes similar to Rhea; androgynous features

has both parents and 3 sisters; Selena, Brigida, and Diana; is youngest

is often silent and speaks softly; many regard her as mysterious; difficult to pin down

best friend is (Nameless OC #33)

she takes after her paternal grandmother in terms of gifts

hobbies are taking walks and daydreaming

Isaias

male, 3 years older than Adan

tall and wiry, very skinny; thin, fine features with brown, curly hair and dark brown eyes

mother leads a bad life and father is in jail though none of them speak; no other blood family known; unofficially adopted by Adan's family

can be charming and likable, but finds it difficult to be genuine; is self conscious about his family history; likes figuring people out like puzzles

best friend is Adan, likes to anger him by pretending to be his lover in public

no love interest

used to have anger issues that he's been working on; they still get the best of him sometimes

has an intense stare

hobbies are harassing Adan to see how he'll react and going out clubbing

Angelica

female, much older than she looks

very tall, taller than Sebastian; long, tight curly hair, heavy lidded eyes and a large nose; curvy

has no living blood relatives; married to Gabriel and has 2 sons, Gabriel Jr and Sebastian

is mysterious and seems to always know more than she lets on; very wise and is someone many come to for advice; always tells the truth but never answers a question

best friend and lover is Gabriel Sr; they understand each other well and have weathered tough times together

Gabriel Sr calls her "my sphynx"

she is a powerfully gifted psychic with an affinity to pyromancy

she mourns her rocky relationship with Sebastian, though it's cause is well-warranted if accidental

she considers her oldest son to be a good friend of hers

her hobbies are being admired by her husband and tending to her doves

Liliana

female, late 20s

beautiful; medium height with a lot of curves; large hazel eyes and a round, chubby face; hair is toffee colored

mother passed away and has only a father; is twin to Lucio and has other unnamed siblings

she is soft-spoken and always happy; some would call her an airhead due to her bubbly attitude but she is in fact very clever

best friend and lover is Selena; they love each other dearly and hope to start a family of their own soon

hobbies are embroidery and making her wife laugh

Rene (developing)

nonbinary, age unknown

tall, with copper hair and light brown eyes

blood family unknown; has an unknown lover

will mold their personality to fit the people around them, all the while maintaining emotional distance

works for Diana in some AUs

is a sort of spy

Maria

female, age close to Rhea

average height, with a rectangular figure; brown hair and an oval face; pretty brown eyes

has a mother, no father, and unnamed siblings; is married with 2 children

is always laughing and cheerful; exudes a girlish innocence but is trained to kill; she is not afraid of lying to protect her loved ones

best friend is Rhea; despite having been raised and trained to protect her, Maria's affection for her is genuine

husband works far away, so she sees him rarely

seeing as she became good friends with Rhea, she was educated in combat, psychology, and noble etiquette from a young age without Rhea's knowledge

likes Sebastian immensely and finds his physical and personal attributes charming; she is happy he brings Rhea joy

Rhea's girls call her AuntieMum

hobbies are spending time with her family and gossiping with Rhea while cooking dinner

Sara

female, around Adan's age

short and stout; bigger frame; curly, black hair with a round face and large, dark eyes

has a large family

she is generous and has a cheerful disposition; she loves to talk, though she sometimes doesn't want or like silence

love interest is Adan; they are a good match but she is sometimes unwilling to coerce him from his bouts of silence and stagnation

Ricardo

age unknown, very old

a dog that lives with Angelica and Gabriel

simply wants validation

Clementine

age unknown

an orange cat that lives with Diana

has only 1 braincell but experiences frequent power outages

Last updated: Aug 21, 2021

#ocs #oc blog #oc development #oc masterpost #my ocs

[melodiouswhite]

Quiet

(Lady Summers, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde struggle to cope with their immortality, as their loved ones pass away one by one. But they find comfort in their friendship.)

Most people found that with the end of Victoria's reign, it was finally time for progresses that hadn't been made before.

It was December 1926 and many things had changed.

While she was all for progress, she was a child of the mid-19th century and this new era seemed so foreign to her. So fast. So fleeting. So different.

Women had won the right to vote.

Medicine progressed like never before.

The Great War had ravaged the whole world just a few years earlier and changed everything.

She still could see the scars. In form of shell-shocked soldiers, of people who found no work, because of the poor economy, of invalids, who were reduced to begging in the streets.

She had more patients than before – most of them traumatised from the War.

She had buried herself in her work as a therapist. It was all she had left.

For Lady Summers, the beginning 20th century was a time of grief. After decades of wearing no mourning attire, she had returned to wearing nothing but black.

Her villa, which she had loved ever since she had moved in, had grown quiet.

While she hadn't aged a day, her servants had and most of them had passed on by now. The fact that most of them had been her half-siblings made this even more painful.

Philippine had been the first to go.

The night nurse had always been of delicate health. So it had been no surprise, when she had succumbed to scarlet fever (proving once again, that scarlet fever was no children's disease).

Her older sister Julie had died a few years later.

One day the Frenchwoman had styled Lady Summers' hair not with her usual braids and fourragères, but with a fashionable, beautiful and complicated style. It had been the last time – a farewell gift, maybe. Aoimoku was now the one to do her hair, as the Countess hadn't hired a new stylist. It just wasn't the same.

After that, they had died like flies. Some of the losses were worse than others.

The worst was Marie.

The cheerful and hardy Austrian day nurse had been one of her closest servants and the oldest of her half-siblings. And she had been her closest confidante, even closer than Aoimoku. But tough has she was, she had been the last of her deceased servants to pass on. Just a month ago, she had died at the age of 80 – the only one of her servants to die of old age so far.

Lady Summers had sat beside her elderly younger sister's bedside, as she had died.

“I know that you have lived a long time, but it still seems too soon”, she had whispered.

Marie had laughed faintly: “Now, now. Don't be sad, because it's over. Be glad, because it happened. I'm content. It was … a beautiful life. Being your nurse … and your little sister … was more than just … a great honour. It was a gift from Heaven.”

And with a last feeble squeeze of the Lady's hand, she had fallen asleep forever, smiling.

Just the memory made the Lady's heart bleed.

Of her over a dozen servants, only three were alive now: her butler Sameer Singh, her first lady-in-waiting Kurogawa Aoimoku and her driver Sean O' Connor.

Sameer, just like herself, hadn't aged a day. She attributed that to his Rakshasa heritage. He was more demon (or spirit, or whatever those beings were) than human. But it was a comfort, that he would always be there, her loyal butler.

Aoimoku was 71 years old now, but still held herself with a unique grace, elegance and nobility. The wrinkles and the grey strands in her raven hair had in no way tarnished her beauty.

Sean had gone from being her coachman to being her chauffeur, as Lady Summers had traded her coach for a car. Probably better. He was 76 now and his hands were too stiff from rheumatism to hold reins. His red hair had grown thin. Lady Summers dreaded the day when she would no longer hear his cheerful singing and see his goofy smile.

The only other one of her half-siblings still alive, was Alma, who was now sixty years old, but had never been part of the household. The half Irish, who had once caught everyone's eye with her fire red corkscrew curls, ice blue eyes, red lips and tall and slender figure, now looked more like a crazy old witch (she was even keeping cats – Aoimoku hated them).

Lady Summers sighed.

There were other losses she hadn't recovered from – maybe never would. Coping with loss had never been her strong suit.

Most of her friends and family had passed away as well and each loss had been painful.

Of course her former father-in-law, Lord Summers, was long gone. He had lived on to eighty-two, a feisty and kind old man.

Her brothers-in-law were also gone, the last tie to her first husband.

“Say hello to my darling copperhead from me”, she had asked his oldest brother Edward, the last of them to go – a hardy gent like his father.

He had responded with a toothless laugh and a twinkle in his eye (so much like James): “Will do.”

Gabriel John Utterson, her oldest and best friend in England, had passed away of old age fifteen years ago. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, his lover(s), had been left behind to grieve.

But the worst loss was Dr. Lanyon.

Her dear soulmate.

Shortly after the incidents in 1886, they had entered a morganatic marriage with Queen Victoria's permission.

But he had been a bit older than her without having her immortality.

And he hadn't wanted to be immortal either. She had accepted and understood, but it still had broken her heart.

He had passed away in 1910 at the age of 80.

He had been long ill before, so it had only been a matter of time. He had died awake and promised her that, if rebirth really existed, he would meet her again one day.

“Auf Wiedersehen … my lady, my love, my wife …”

It had been sixteen years now and her heart was still as shattered as it had been back then.

Lady Summers didn't know the future, like her dear half-sister and her old friend.

Lanyon had always kept his promises, but the lady just didn't know, when “one day” would be.

It could be tomorrow or in a hundred years and the thought was unbearable. Worse, her old friend Johann (who now called himself John in response to the anti-German sentiment) had implied, that it was closer to being a hundred years.

So the only thing she could do was wait … and grieve.

It was so quiet in her house… so empty.

It was unbearable.

“Sahib?”

Her butler's voice tore her out of her spiral of depression.

Sameer truly had the best timing.

“What is it, Sameer?”, she asked.

“Doctor Jekyll is here to visit you”, he announced.

Suddenly she felt a surge of relief.

“Show him in then.”

The butler left the room and returned with a tall, blond Englishman.

Dr. Jekyll hadn't changed at all – he was still the dignified, handsome gentleman she had met more than forty years ago.

“Hello, Henry”, she greeted him and stood up. “You have no idea how good it is to see you.”

They had been on first name basis for a long time now.

“Actually, I think I do”, he replied smiling. “Hello, Luise. I would ask you, how your day has been so far, but your facial expression sort of gives it away.”

She chuckled bitterly, but invited him to sit down.

“Do you want some tea and cake?”, she asked. “It's tea time anyway.”

“Yes, please.”

Sameer saw this as his cue to make his way down to the kitchen. He returned with a full tablet for his mistress and her friend, before seeing himself out.

“Do help yourself”, she invited, “My new cook is quite a good one.”

Dr. Jekyll was obviously a bit apprehensive, when he tried the muffin, but his face brightened up quickly.

“Oh, they're scrumptious!”, he exclaimed, “Your butler must have a really good eye for picking your servants.”

“He certainly does”, the Lady agreed. “Then again, he is part Rashasa. They can see and are aware of things that are beyond human comprehension.”

Dr. Jekyll chuckled: “I remember how you and he identified the impurity in my special salt. Speaking of which, I have never thanked either of you. Had you not found out, what was different in my first badge of salt, ohhhh boy! I don't know, if Edward and I would have learned in time how to properly share control of our body. Sooner or later he would have overpowered me without even wanting to and without the proper formula, I wouldn't have been able to transform back. And what's more, you two helped me learn to shift without my formula.”

Lady Summers nodded: “Yes, that was fortunate. Don't forget to thank him personally.”

Suddenly she sensed Mr. Hyde stirring inside Dr. Jekyll's conscience.

“Did somebody say my name?”, the androgynous, guttural voice piped up.

Dr. Jekyll just rolled his eyes, but the Lady smiled lopsidedly.

“Hello, Edward. Did you sleep well?”

“Eh, it was okay. Hi, Luise.”

“Speaking of sleep”, Dr. Jekyll spoke up again, “How has yours been?”

She sighed and didn't answer.

It wasn't necessary.

After more than forty years, the Doctor knew her so well … and he was one of the few friends she had left.

His face became sombre. “It's so quiet here without Marie.”

“It is”, she whispered. “It really is. Without all of them … and so empty …”

She didn't bother keeping her act up and broke into sobbing.

“I … I miss them so!”

Soon his arms were around her and she was crying into his shoulder.

Lady Summers didn't cry often. It just wasn't in her nature.

But she had been strong for too long now.

It seemed to be the same for Dr. Jekyll; at some point she felt his body shake and knew that he – no, she could hear Hyde sob too – that they were crying with her.

This way they sat, hugging each other and crying together.

They wept for their lost loves, their dearest friends and all the other familiar faces, which had one by one faded away, wept because they could never follow (they had promised to Gabriel and Hastie, that they would never end their own lives), because almost everything they had once known and loved was gone and because all they had was each other.

Sure, there were the three alchemists and Victor and Adam and they all knew the pain of losing someone dear. But these five had chosen immortality; they had wanted it, had strove for it.

Luise and Henry had never wanted to be everlasting, had never asked for this cursed existence.

When they finally stopped and withdrew, a glance at the clock told her, that they had wept for three hours.

“Are you feeling better?”, he finally asked kindly.

She nodded and blew her nose. “A little. And you?”

“Me too”, he replied.

“Me too”, Hyde echoed from inside Jekyll's head. “Holy shit, we three really needed that, huh?”

“Indeed so”, the Lady sighed. “Listen, you two, I have never apologised.”

Dr. Jekyll tilted his head in confusion. “Apologised for what?”, he inquired.

“For doing this to you”, she explained softly. “It's my fault that you're ageless and immortal now. I know, you never asked for this cursed existence.”

He smiled gently. “Hey now. We know you didn't mean to. In this moment, our life was at stake and if it hadn't been for your blood donation (and that of Gabe and Hastie), Edward and I would have died. And maybe … maybe it was supposed to come to this. Maybe it was fate, that Edward and I should remain on this earth and keep you company, my friend. Anyhow we're both glad that we can finally return the kindness and sympathy you have given to us all these years.”

“Couldn't have said it better”, Hyde agreed.

The Countess chuckled hoarsely.

Dr. Jekyll patted her hand. “You know, I'm glad that we three are together in this. I know what loneliness feels like. But when you and I can just sit together as old friends, the silence becomes so much more bearable.”

Finally she smiled back. “Yes, I suppose it does.”

A knock on the door made them look up.

In the doorway stood Sameer, with a table cloth, and the Lady's new nurse, holding a carafe of water.

“It's time for dinner”, the butler reminded his employer and laid the table.

The day nurse nodded. “And we saw you crying earlier, so we thought you might want some water afterwards?”

Lady Summers laughed: “Thank you two, that's quite considerate. We could indeed use some food and drink. Ah, and bring a second set, Dr. Jekyll is staying for dinner.”

The two servants nodded and saw themselves out.

Dr. Jekyll turned back to the Lady. “Isn't your new day nurse the granddaughter of your hairstylist?”

“Indeed”, the Lady confirmed, “She even looks a bit like Julie. But in her personality she comes more after her grandaunt Philippine.”

The Doctor chuckled: “Mademoiselle Desmoulins never truly left you, did she?”

“No”, the Lady answered fondly. “She didn't.”

“And you know what? Perhaps your butler is right about the reincarnation thing. I think someday we will see them all again, in one form or another. We just have to wait for that to happen.”

His trusting smile warmed her to the bottom of her soul.

Yes. They just had to wait.

All of their friends and loved ones would return one day, because true friends never truly left.

And then Luise's and Henry's homes wouldn't be quiet and empty anymore.

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #ocs #loss #grief #mournin #comfort

[nattikay]

Sooooo I’m not sure if anyone would be interested in actually reading something like this, but I was looking through some of my older Miraculous art and seeing how the designs of my future AU characters have subtly evolved over time, so I wanted to make a post about designing these characters and how/why I made the decisions that I did! 

So first off, the birth order! I was originally intending to have the kids born in the order that they’re listed in the Stormy Weather episode:

...unfortunately, instead of actually looking at the episode to be sure, I just went off memory; I remembered Emma being the second but accidentally mixed up Hugo and Louis. By the time I realized this, the characters were already too cemented in my head to switch them back. ^^” Oh well.

In addition to the above, in my ~10 years of experience with next gen fics/art/OCs (I know, I have a problem), I’ve noticed that a pretty large fraction of the time folks opt for their OTP’s firstborn to be a daughter over a son. Nothing wrong with this, of course (heck, I’m a firstborn daughter myself haha), it’s just so disproportionately common that I thought making Hugo the firstborn instead of Emma might make my version stand out a bit more. ^^

Now with the siblings’ order decided, on to the designs! Starting with our oldest, 

Hugo!

Black hair and green eyes seems to be the most popular design for an Adrienette kid, and for good reason! It’s an appealing combo on its own in addition to using traits from both parents for the most notable genetic features in characters: hair and eyes. 

I also wanted to give Hugo some of his own flair though. I think the best next gen characters are recognizable as their parents’ offspring BUT can still stand on their own as unique individuals. One way to help do this is, when available, to draw on extended family rather than only their parents. 

Hugo’s strongest example of this (at least as a kid) is his slicked-back hairstyle, which was somewhat inspired by Gabriel’s. The slicked-back style seemed to fit his nerdy personality, but because he is a child and not nearly as uptight as his grandfather, Hugo’s hair is much messier than Gabriel’s, and he often has pieces falling out in the front. 

Admittedly I’m not super great at conveying the slicked idea from the front view, but you can see it a bit better in profile:

Hugo more than either of his siblings also takes after the Dupain side of the family, which isn’t super noticeable as a kid but becomes much more so as he grows up and develops the broad shoulders and strong upper body of Tom and Rolland. He’s not quite as enormous as Tom but is easily the strongest sibling (Louis, meanwhile, is a lanky little noodle like Adrien and Gabriel).

Going along with that, Hugo’s personality has loosened up a bit over time. While I do still draw him in his tucked-in button-up, I’ve also started drawing him in looser styles a bit more, because after all, he is just a goofy kid! This has included anything from using shorts instead of long pants to sometimes wearing just regular ol’ t-shirts instead of his nice button up (on which I rarely actually draw the plaid pattern I initially designed him with because wow it takes forever).

Funnily enough, this is a bit of the opposite of what happened to Adrien. My first sketches of adult!Adrien from this AU all have his shirt untucked, even whilst teaching, but now I almost always draw it neatly tucked in:

...interesting, interesting.

Anyways, while Hugo is still very much a little nerd who does quite well in school and LOVES learning about space and astronomy, he’s also a little more goofy and active than he was when I first created him. He’s probably the most athletic of his siblings (though really none of them are exactly jocks) and while he’s not particularly interested in organized competitive sports, he loves a good game of catch or tag. :)

While people in real life obvious wear any color they want, with my OCs I tend to pick a general palette and stick to it though all (or at least most) outfits, for consistency and easy recognizability. Hugo’s palette is mostly greens (for Chat Noir of course! ;) ), dark blues, and warm browns.

Now, onwards to 

Emma!

I decided to make my version of Emma blonde for two reasons: one, it appears to be so in the screencap shown at the beginning of the post, and while Marinette’s imaginations do not necessarily have to dictate how you design your versions of the kiddos, I liked having the consistency.

...plus then some years later Frozer rolled around and showed a blonde (imaginary) Emma again, so like 

...validation ;)

(by complete coincidence they’re even accurate to the color schemes I use kashdfgjsddsafjdf)

And the second is just that, again, most (not all, of course, but a lot) of the other Emmas I’ve seen in the fandom have been dark-haired, so again I thought it’d help mine stand out a bit.

So now with hair color established, it’s time for eye color. Most of the blond-haired Adrienette kids you see have blue eyes, for the same reason that a lot of dark-haired ones have green. Which, as said with Hugo, makes sense, since it’s the hair color of one parent and the eye color of the other. So why didn’t I make Emma’s eyes blue, then?

Well, it’s a bit of a silly reason tbh, but the blond-hair-blue-eyes combo reminded me a little too much of Chloe. ^^” Not that it would cause any parentage concerns, of course, since obviously Marinette is the one who gave birth to her, but the visual similarities still made me go like...eh ^^”

So green eyes it was! Which, of course, made her look a heck of a whole lot like her father.

But of course, it’s fine to favor one side of the family, but she’s gotta have SOMETHING from Marinette, right? So what other visual could she inherit to show at least some of her mother’s genes?

✧・ﾟ:* F R E C K L E S ! *:・ﾟ✧

And since Marinette’s freckles are so subtle, I decided to make Emma’s a bit more prominent and easily visible.

Actually her freckles have multiplied quite a bit over the years. She’s always had more than Marinette but it used to be confined to just a few on her cheeks and shoulders. Now drawing her is more like DOTS! DOTS EVERYWHERE! with freckles all over her face, down her neck and arms, and even a few on her legs! It is very much her Thing at this point haha

Freckles everywhere!

As for her hairstyle, the default is a simple headband, but she also sometimes wears it just plain down with no accessories at all (usually when in PJs), or up in pigtails like Marinette’s!

Those are just the main ones though...really she can do pretty much whatever ^^

Emma’s outfit palette took a bit more consideration than her brothers’, since I needed it to match the yellow hair (whereas black, as a neutral, can go with just about anything. So I took a minute looking at her established colors--bright green eyes and golden-blonde hair--trying to think of what theme I could used. 

The grassy green and sunshine yellow ended up reminding me of warm weather, like a spring or summer morning. The easiest color for that would’ve been green, but I was already using greens for Hugo and didn’t want their schemes to look too similar. Ultimately I decided on pinks, because the pink outfit with the yellow hair reminded me of some nice fresh lemonade! Some bright whites and warm creams/off-whites then added to the cheery, springy theme. ^^

Her original outfit design included some small dots on her collar and pant cuffs, not unlike the inside of Marinette’s jacket, but I don’t really include that detail much anymore for the same reason I rarely draw Hugo in his original plaid.

Lastly but not leastly, onwards to 

Louis!

Thus far we’ve had Hugo, who’s a pretty good visual mix of his parents, and Emma, who takes more after her dad. As such, I figured that it’d only be fair if the third and final kid took more after his mom!

So in many ways Louis looks a lot like a mini male Marinette, right down to the subtle freckles. If Hugo has the most Dupain genes and Emma has the most Agreste genes, Louis probably has the most Cheng genes and has the easiest time convincing people that yes, he is actually 1/4 Chinese (absolutely no one believes Emma when she says this lol...she has to show pictures of her family haha).

We can’t completely ignore the Agreste side of the family though, and in Louis’s case is manifests mostly in his hairstyle which is very similar to Adrien’s, as well as his lean and lanky body type as an adult, very similar to Adrien’s and Gabriel’s (unlike Hugo who, again, is stockier like a less-extreme Tom).

His outfit color scheme is light blues and grays with splashes of red. The blues and grays work well for his shyer, more reserved demeanor, while the splashes of red like the t-shirt hidden under his sweater are like his big imagination! (Like his mother and grandfather, Louis is very much into art and design, though his interest tends to be geared more towards characters and stories than fashion).

Not as much to say about him tbh...he’s “evolved” the least from his original concept and is mostly just the cute baby brother ^^”

So yeah, there you have it! That was roughly my thought process for creating/designing my little kiddos ^^ 

Hopefully some of you found this interesting; I enjoy talking about my ideas and stuff so if you ever want to know more or about something else that I do/make, feel free to ask! ^^

#miraculous #future au #agreste family #hugo thomas agreste #emma adele agreste #louis felix agreste #my art #back in college I knew this one girl like Emma who was 1/4 asian but didn't look it a t a l l #and was lowkey salty about it #(salty about not *looking* part asian I mean) #people would never believe her and she'd have to pull up pictures like #''LOOK here is me with my 100% JAPANESE GRANDMA who literally LIVES in JAPAN and speaks mostly JAPANESE'' #and I feel like Emma most definitely has the same conversations haha #anyways #yeah here's this post #that wound up being very long sorry ^^'' #....yeah

[huntertales]

Part Three: A Light At The End Of The Tunnel. (The Great Escapist S08E21)

Episode Summary: When Sam, Dean and the reader receive a distressing video message from Kevin Tran, they set about trying to uncover the third trial. The boys and the reader make a discovery that sends them to a casino in Colorado, to find a mysterious recluse who may be able to fill in the holes in Kevin’s research. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,923.

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

It took you a second to figure out what was going on; you were staring down the barrel of a loaded rifle, that was being held by who you could only guess was the angel you had been searching for. Part of you was taken back to see who was standing on the other side of the weapon with his finger on the trigger. Angels were arrogant creatures who thought they were high and mighty, involved themselves in your business when they thought it would benefit them. And always loved to put on a show with their abilities to prove how powerful they were compared to a couple of measly humans. Metatron didn’t fit the bill. Hell, he took you off guard for how you found him. Hiding away in a hotel surrounded by what you could only guess was thousands of books as his only company and a rifle and his weapon of choice against you.

While you knew the person holding the weapon still pointed at yourself and the boys, the angel didn’t seem to recognize the three faces you guessed every one of his brothers and sisters knew by now. Not only because of the things you had done over the years and the few you killed, you had a bad reputation among them that didn’t leave a warm greeting. Dean found the person he was staring at not who he was expecting, in how all of this was going down. You furrowed your brow slightly as you continued to stare at the face of who Metatron had picked as his vessel. Something about him seemed oddly familiar. But you couldn’t put you finger on why. 

“Metatron? This is Metatron?” Dean couldn’t help himself but ask. “This is Metatron?”

“Sit down.” You quickly looked over your shoulder when you heard Metatron’s voice from behind you, suddenly standing with the rifle to your back. Knowing you weren’t in the position to try and talk your way out of this one, you slowly backed yourself up until you felt the back of your legs hit what felt to be a chair. You eased yourself down while the boys chose a spot on a table cluttered with even more books. “Who sent you?”

You weren’t exactly caught what the angel had said, you winced slightly when you noticed the ringing in your ears had come back. Even louder than before. You clutched part of your head to try and cope with the pain. “We came on our own. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You had to shout in order to just hear yourself talking that sounded like a muffled noise to you. “These are the Winchesters.”

“I’m Dean.” The oldest Winchester introduced himself first and then his brother to save you the trouble. “And this is Sam.” 

“You work for Michael?” Metatron asked all of you. You furrowed your brow even tighter as you struggled to figure out what exactly he was trying to say, attempting to read his lips as you saw him shift the gun toward your direction. “Or Lucifer?”

“What, you really haven’t heard of us?” You shouted your own question back at him, smiling to yourself. “What kind of angel are you? All of your kind hate me. And not to mention—these are the freaking Winchesters.”

“Michael and Lucifer—those dudes are in the deep fryer.” Dean answered the angel.

“Yeah. We put them there ourselves.” You added on, still shouting to hear yourself talk over the ringing in your ears that felt like it was growing louder with each passing moment. 

“What about Gabriel and Raphael?” Metraon asked about more of his fellow brothers. 

“Dead.” You responded back. 

“You really don’t know all of this?” Sam asked the angel, finding it all rather strange. 

Metatron shook his head, “I’ve been very careful.” 

“Hey, can you—can you turn that down?” You couldn’t help yourself but ask for a favor from the angel, hoping he might be able to do something about the ringing in your ears you couldn’t handle anymore. 

“Turn what dow—oh.” Metatron wondered for a second what exactly what you were talking about, until he figured out exactly why you were acting so strange. He lowered the rifle so it was next to his side. “You’re resonating.”

“Resonating?” Dean repeated the word he heard the angel speak, not liking the sound of it. “What do you mean, resonating?”

“You've undertaken the trials. You're trying to pull one of the great levers, aren't you?” Metatron asked you, ignoring the older Winchester’s concern. He sounded curious and even the slightest bit intrigued. You guessed for someone of your nature. And the condition you were in might have raised a brow here and there. You nodded your head. “You're pretty far along, too. You get that far along, you start resonating with the Word. Or with its source on the material plane. With me.”

“You said you were being careful.” Sam spoke up, going back to what the angel had mentioned earlier. “Careful how?”

“I’m not one of them. I’m not an archangel. I’m really more run-of-the-mill. I worked in the secretarial pool before God chose me to take down the word. Anyway, he seemed very worried about his work, what would happen to it when he left, so he had me write down instructions.  Then he was gone.” Metatron told you about how he landed himself being God’s personal writer. 

He grabbed a chair and took a seat across from the three of you. You shifted slightly in your seat when you noticed he nonchalantly wheeled around the rifle without much thought, almost forgetting that it was fully loaded. “After that, the archangels took over. They cried, and they wailed. They wanted their father back. I mean, we all did. But then they started to scheme. The archangels decided if they couldn’t have Dad, they’d take over the universe themselves. But they couldn’t do anything that big without the word of God. So I began to realize that maybe they would realize...they needed me.”

“So, you got a ruffle in your feathers and you just decide to disappear, go stick your head in the sand forever?” Dean asked the angel, wanting to make sure what he just heard was correct. Metatron nodded his head ever so slowly. “You have no idea what’s been going on out there?”

“Nope.” Metatron said, shaking his head. And looking rather happy with his ignorance about the world around him. Something about the expression on his face rubbed you the wrong way. It started to make you angry about his blissful ignorance. “That’s the whole point.” 

“So you have been held up here or in a wigwam, or before that, in some cave, listening to stories, reading books?” Dean asked the angel. 

“And it was something to watch. What you brought to His earth—all the mayhem, the murder, just the raw, wild invention of God’s naked apes—it was mind-blowing. But really, really...it was your storytelling. That is the true flower of free will, at least as you’ve mastered it so far.” The angel got back up to his feet while he discussed his only true love of what humanity created. As  if you couldn’t tell from the books surrounding the place. “When you create stories, you become Gods of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves. So many worlds. I have read as much as it’s possible for an angel to read, and I haven’t caught up.”

"You know what?" You waited a second before speaking up after hearing what Metatron had to say. He was your final hope for figuring out the last trial and shutting the gates of hell. But it turned out he was like the rest of his siblings. You were tired of having people more powerful than you stand back and get their own way. You were putting your foot down. Even if it meant you had to say a few things you didn’t want to. "Pull the trigger."

“What?” Metatron was confused at the words that just came out of your mouth. 

“Pull the freaking trigger…” You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet and began walking over to him, ignoring the boys’ attempt at trying to get you to sit back down before you got yourself hurt. You doubt this angel had it in him to hurt you and your unborn child. He wouldn’t. Because he didn’t have the guts to get his hands dirty. “You cowardly piece of garbage.” 

“Hey—” Dean tried his hardest to sit back down before you could do something stupid, but there was no way he was going to get you to back off. 

“All the time you’ve been hiding here, how much suffering have you read over? These books that you love so much—it’s not all just fiction. Where do you think people come up with these ideas? Why do you think we write in the first place? So we can hide from our suffering. Make worlds better than our own. Humanity’s been suffering for so long. How much of it has been at the hands of your kind?!” You knew you were letting your emotions get the best of you, but you didn’t care. You roughly grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it at your chest. You smirked to yourself at the look on his face at the move he wasn’t expecting from you. “I bet you probably look at me like I’m a speck on humanity. A monster created by Lucifer. I agree with you. But you know what I see when I look at you? A coward.”

You let the insult sink deep into his mind, wanting to show him how you viewed him. How much damage he was inflicting on the creatures he only loved for one thing. “You have so much power to do good...and yet you choose to sit here in your safe little world. Reading fictional stories of people that aren’t real when there are billions of stories out there! Stories rich with things writers could only dream about capturing into words. And I bet you would love it. But that would mean sticking your head out and having to face the mess your siblings made.” You mocked him for the choices he made, wanting to show him just the slightest amount of frustration you were feeling at the moment. “At least I’m doing something to make sure my child has a better life than mine. I’m sure you’re familiar with my story. But you know what story I want you to hear? It’s about a kid named Kevin Tran.” 

“He was a good, straight-A kid, and then he got sucked into all of this angel crap and became a prophet of the word of God—your prophet.” Dean continued on with the story about the kid who was thrown into this lifestyle without a choice. Who lost his mother and his own life, despite all of your attempts to make sure his was safe. While the angel in front of you did nothing but kick up his feet up with a book and continued to ignore the world around him. “And you should have been looking out for him, but no! Instead, you’re here, holed up, reading books.”

“He’s dead now because of you.” You said. You let the news sink in, watching as his face slowly began to fall at hearing the life of a prophet translating his work caused his own life. It was all of your faults for the choices you made, Metatron’s as well. While he sat on his ass reading his books and pretending the real world didn’t exist, the life of a was taken.  “Did any of your books teach you about guilt? About the feeling of someone’s blood on your own hands?”

Metatron was your last hope at trying to figure out the third trial and closing the gates of hell. You thought making him realize the damage he was inflicting and how much good he could give to the world might change his mind. All you wanted was the third trial. But he offered you so much more. He offered you a chance at getting back the kid who helped you in the first place, Kevin. It seemed his story never ended, someone just wanted to make an unexpected appearance. You knew Crowley was behind this all along, but you were stupid to think he would have killed his favorite prophet. The details didn't matter to you. All you cared about was the kid sitting in the chair you had been in just a few minutes ago. 

You felt a sigh of relief finally escape from you at the sight of Kevin back in your sight. Metatron used some of his angelic powers to get the kid out from Crowley's grasp before he could really end up dead. He was in worse shape from the last time you saw him, but the bruises on his body slowly faded away when the angel placed a hand on the kid's chest and healed him from the inside out. 

“Is that it?” Dean couldn’t help himself but ask, wondering if things were going to finally be okay for once. “Is he good?”

“Give him a minute.” Metatron said. 

You and Sam decided to keep an eye out for any sort of progress on Kevin and greet him when he finally came back around. Metatron stepped away and headed to the kitchen area, Dean followed behind a few seconds after, having a few questions of his own. He lingered in the doorway, watching as the angel grabbed himself a cup. 

“How did you get past Crowley’s angel warding?” Dean curiously asked. 

“I’m the scribe of God.” Metatron answered with a shrug. “I erased it.” 

“But you saw, right? I mean you’re caught up on everything that’s been going on, all the crap that your brethren’s been doing to humanity all of this time?” The older Winchester wondered, hoping all the gaps and messes made over the years were 

“I saved the boy, didn’t I?” Metatron answered the hunter’s question with another.

“But are you in? With us, I mean.” Dean asked the angel straight out. Angels didn’t do things for them out of the kindness of their own cold stone hearts. It always came with a price. However it seemed on the surface Metatron was different from his siblings. He didn’t want anything from them and he didn’t need help getting something. He just wanted an answer to his question. 

“Y/N really intends on closing the doors of hell?” Metatron wondered for himself. 

“It’s not my first choice, but things didn’t work out the way I wanted. She feels like it’s her...duty. After everything she was put through by them, she wants to make sure no more evil comes out of that place.” Dean said. He turned his head and spotted you standing there with your arms crossed over your chest, staring intently at the prophet and waiting for any kind of sign he was going to wake up. His eyes slowly drifted to the bump that stuck out like a sore thumb. The reason why you were doing this in the first place. “Seems like the thing to do, don’t it?”

“Character redemption arc. Do good in order to wash away the evil created. It’s her choice, taking on this journey. Especially in the condition she’s in. And that’s what this has all been about—the choices your kind makes.” Metatron said. Dean turned his head to look back at the angel to head what he was saying. “But you're gonna have to weigh that choice. Ask yourself, 'What is it going to take to do this,' and 'What will the world be like after it's done?'" 

Dean wondered for a second what the angel might have meant by those words, before he could ask any questions to dig further, his attention was pulled away by the sound of Sam’s voice coming from the other room. He headed over to see what the fuss was about. A smile began to creep at the ends of his lips at the sight of Kevin slowly coming back around to consciousness. For a while Dean thought the kid was long gone. He felt a sense of relief come over him at the sight of him back in his sight, safe and okay. 

“Kevin? Hey.” Dean placed a hand on the chair and leaned down just enough to get a better view on the kid, watching as he slowly began to come back around, smiling at him. The older man let out a chuckle. “We thought we lost you, kiddo.” 

“I’m good.” Kevin reassured all of you. He pulled something out from his button up, an object that had been a pain in the ass for months now. You felt your lips stretch wider at the sight of the demon tablet. “Second half of the tablet, and I got it. Third trial. I didn’t tell Crowley.”

“So what is it?” You asked, eager to hear the very last step you had to do.

“To cure a demon.” 

You looked over to see Metatron had given you the final step in closing the gates of hell. He stood on the other side of the room, his attention on the prophet he saved from the clutches of Crowley. “Yeah.” Kevin agreed. He looked over at the stranger and gave him a confused look, wondering for a second what the hell was going on. “Who are you?”

+ + +

For the first time in forever, you felt like you were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. You had been spending these last few months struggling with the idea that all of this was happening. But it was. And the truth was approaching you faster than you could process. You were on your final step to closing the gates of hell. And you were going to have a real family in just a little over three months. A little baby who wasn't ever going to know about the monsters that haunted you all of your entire life. Hell, there was going to be future generations of children and their families who weren't going to fall into the same routine like the Winchester’s. All of this wasn't a fantasy you told yourself. It was actually happening. 

Before you came on the trip you were feeling run down and not like yourself, there was no way of denying that from how the trials were taking a toll on your body. You didn't exactly picture this was how your pregnancy was going to go. However now that you knew what the third trial was, you could figure it out and get it done. After that, you could finally let out a breather and get back to your life. Well, it was a hopeful thought. You still remembered the warnings Cas had given you about how the trials were taking a toll on your body, there was a part of you that knew it was all going to be okay. Like you said to yourself earlier when you were remembering all those things, you had to suffer before you could get better. You needed to get...clean. 

“Cure a demon? Okay, ignoring the fact that I have no idea what that means, if we do this, does that mean you’ll get better, right?” Dean’s voice broke you out of your concentration and brought your gaze up forward. He was happy about the lead all of you had, but there was still an angle of uncertainty about what all of you were walking into. “I mean, you’ll stop trying to cough up a lung and bumping into furniture?”

“I feel better, if I’m being honest, just having a direction to move in.” You told the boys.

“Well, good,” Dean felt a little bit of relief at hearing your second wind coming through for the things you were about to be up against. “‘cause where we’re headed doesn’t sound like a picnic.”  

“I could say that about something else.” You joked to yourself. You placed a hand on your bump and smiled softly. "I don't care what I have to do. We're heading somewhere. The end.” 

Curing a demon felt like something odd to say for a hunter. All though you knew a way to make one of those black eyed monsters was to send them to hell and twist their soul until it was dark as night, you knew there were other ways to do so. You softly bit the inside of your cheek and wondered to yourself about what this meant. You knew your father was a human who was turned into a demon...that was somehow turned into a human again. You thought back to what Abbadon had said to you when you first met her. 

“Let’s just say I gave him a punishment that fit the crime. Your daddy wasn’t a very nice man.” You were still trying to figure out what that meant. He was a Men of Letters just like the boys’ grandfather, working on some big special project nobody knew about. Whatever it was, hell didn’t like it. And they wanted to make him one of them. Part of you wondered if he was the key to stopping all of this. 

You were torn out from your thoughts when you felt the Impala suddenly coming to a  screeching stop when Dean slammed his foot on the break. You quickly placed a hand on the front seat and steadied yourself while Dean attempted to swerve away from the person lying in the middle of the road. When the car was stopped and in park, you looked forward to see it was a familiar face you hadn't seen in weeks. You felt a rush of panic come over you as you got out of the car as fast as you could at the sight of a familiar face, bloody and beaten from what you could tell from the Impala’s headlights in the darkness of the night. 

“Cas?!” You called out the angel’s name 

You hadn’t seen him in weeks after he took the angel tablet and ran for the hills. Not a single call or peep had come out from him. You were worried about him, and it seemed the worst had happened to him. You studied his bloody and battered face from the pavement as you stood next to the backseat door, keeping a cautious distance from the angel. He had been messed with by other angels, and while he was supposedly free, it wasn’t the first time Cas had ran off and did things for his own agenda and not caring about his friends. But it seemed you had your old Cas back. 

“A little help here?”

You and the boys shared an uneasy look about what was happening all of a sudden. You shrugged your shoulders, staying back while the boys went over to help the angel back up to his feet. You were overjoyed to see Cas again. But there was another part of you that was angry. Betrayed at how he vanished into thin air. You had so much going on right now. You didn’t have time to deal with whatever crap he landed himself in. You were so close to getting what you wanted, there was nothing standing in your way of closing the gates of hell and shutting away the very thing that has haunted you. 

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Ignore me this is an oc

Name: Louis Aizan

Code name: Lantana

Age: 23

Height: 6’2

Weight: 184

Birthday: June 4th

Race: Asian-American

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Aro/Ace

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Black

Skin tone: Olive

Occupation: Arsonist

Louis was born as the 3rd child in a family of five kids. His father was from mainland China, having left to come to Gotham when he was in his twenties. His mother was a white woman, very beautiful and was quick to win over Louis’ father.

They are a middle class family, renting a decent apartment in the city. Despite all this, Louis had a hard time. He wanted to be out, always sneaking out late at night to roam the city with no supervision from his parents.

This is when he came across a couple people playing with matches, lighting objects on fire. Louis joined in, and there he found a love for fire that would shape the rest of his life.

Louis started stealing lighters from wherever he could find one. Homeless people, the rich men who smoked their days away. He would play with the fire, lighting paper in his hands and letting it burn down in his palm. The oldest sister came in to find him with burn marks all along his fingers and palms, some new and some old.

His family drug him off to Gotham General Hospital and found Louis had no sense of pain at all. He could be cut, burned, broken and he wouldn’t feel it at all.

This caused a detriment.

Louis had been put on ‘house arrest’ when his parents found out what his escapes were. He wasn’t allowed to leave the house and all his lighters and matches were taken away. His addiction was taken from him and he was starting to get antsy.

Mr and Mrs Aizan decided to take a day trip out of the city, leaving their five kids to themselves. His older sister and brother were both 20 years old, twins, and Louis was 17. His younger siblings were both 14 and 15, so they didn’t need much supervision.

His siblings believed he didn’t need much either.

Which was a bad decision.

While his parents were gone, Louis snuck out of the house and went down to the Narrows. It was the place where he could easily find flammable materials just lying around. He stacked pallets and loose pieces of wood on top of each other to form a bonfire of sorts. Lighter fluid, another easy to acquire item in the Narrows, was sprayed all over the wood and himself, accidentally.

Matches were lit and thrown into the pile, lighting a huge fire. A leak of lighter fluid escape the pile and flowed to where Louis was standing, a trail of fire quickly catching it and him. Soon, the flames surrounded his entire right side. Only reason he noticed was because of the heat and the visual of fire engulfing his body. In the fire, his right eye was blinded because of the intense smoke and heat.

Someone had called the police on the fire, which is the reason Louis survived the burns. He was taken to the GCPD after being patched up for his burns, and asked about why he did what he did.

“I wanted to see the flames. It was a test, really. What I really want is to see this city burn because of me.”

Because of that statement, Louis was put into Arkham Asylum. From age 17 to 20, he was in the Asylum. Only reason he was released was because Don Maroni went to the asylum and paid off the staff to give the boy to him. Louis was to be Maroni’s newest asset, he always wanted an arsonist that would work directly with him.

It only took that, the idea of setting parts of the city alight, that persuaded Louis to join Maroni. His name was quickly known, Aizan was feared and no enemy of Maroni was safe from being burned by him if their name was on his list.

When Louis was 23, the catastrophe of Oswald Cobblepot and his rise to power happened. Fish Mooney had returned to Gotham and demanded all the men who worked for Maroni converge in a warehouse. Don Falcone and two police officers, Gordon and Bullock, were there tied to a pole.

Along with Oswald.

Fish and Maroni made an allegiance, which didn’t last long. When Louis saw Mooney shoot his employer in the head, he was quick to try and get after the woman. But he was held back but two other lackeys.

Chaos broke out and Louis ran off from the crowd. He was met with Talia, a girl who worked for Mooney. She seemed scared and wanted to leave just as fast as Louis, but they were held up by people fighting in their way. It seemed that at that moment, Talia and Louis agreed to be friends because of the recent circumstances.

Don Falcone and the rest were saved, which prompted Louis and Talia to run into the group. They were led by a boy, Gabriel Pentzing, who had rescued the three men. Oswald was seeking revenge on Fish, which everyone was okay with as long as they were allowed to leave.

Gabriel led the group out of the building and to a car where he was able to drive them all away.

Which confused Louis because there was this 19 year old kid who was ordering them all around.

Louis is a curious man, so he was constantly questioning Gabriel.

“Who do you work for?”

“He’s in the front seat you dumbass, you going to ask anymore dumb questions?”

“... can I work for him too?”

“See, what did I say, stop asking dumb fucking questions.”

This was how Louis figured out he was just saved by an infamous hitman in the city of Gotham.

This night just got more and more interesting in his eyes. Eye.

Once they reached a safe location, it was found out that Falcone was going to retire and that Oswald had just killed Fish Mooney and he was going to claim the crown.

The death of Mooney broke Talia, who was being comforted by a pillow and a bottle of tequila she had found in Barbara’s apartment.

Louis has started to bug Gabriel more, who managed to calm himself down and answer the questions as best as he could.

“So... you’re a hitman?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Oleander? Isn’t that a flower? Why are you named after a flower?”

“Because Carmine said I can fool people, that I present as beautiful but I can kill you if you make a bad decision.”

“Oh... can I have a flower name?”

“Why do you want a flower name?”

“I don’t know... I like it. I also want to be your friend.” Louis innocence was beyond the mind.

“Hm... alright, you can be my friend. And your flower name is Lantana. I know who you are, the arsonist Maroni broke out of Arkham. Lantanas are a beautiful flower, they look like flames.”

“Ah! I like that. Thank you.”

“Anything for a new friend.”

Talia was quickly introduced to this friend group once she stopped crying over Mooney.

That’s how Louis Aizan, better known as Lantana now, was born and feared.

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

The Novaks: The One With The Cat

The Novaks masterlist

Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel x sister!reader

Words: 1515

Warnings: Just a little bit of swearing, a tiny bit of subtle fluff

A/N: Hey you guys, it’s been a while since I posted, and I’m really sorry about that. Anyway, here’s a new piece of the Novaks, and it’s lighthearted for once, so don’t worry it won’t rip your heart out haha. Hope you enjoy this incredibly delayed part :)

You clutch the black cat towards your chest, subconsciously scratching it behind its ear as you cross the road, heading towards your house. If you are to be cautious, you probably shouldn’t head straight towards it, but figure out a plan and course of action first, but it’s freaking cold out, and it looks like it’s about to rain. And cats don’t like rain, right? So really, you’re doing it for the cat — and not for yourself, not at all, you just happen to not like rain, also.

You already know that the cat in your arms are going to cause you some serious trouble. Michael will never approve of it. Ever. But it’s not like you wanted to get it, but no one else would, and you know better than to think that rainbows and cotton candy is what wait for animals no one wanted. And besides, it’s so damn cute with its soft, fluffy fur and round eyes.

As the first heavy raindrops fall, you jump up the stairs to your home, and quietly sneak inside. You hold you breath and listen. At first it’s quiet but then you hear Michael and Lucifer’s voices in the kitchen, talking passive aggressively about something.

So, you try to cover the cat as best as you can with your denim jacket, and head towards the stairs, but as you take your first step, they creak loudly.

”Hello?” Michael calls out.

”It’s (Y/N)!” you call back.

The last thing you want is for him to grow suspicious and go and look what the sound came from, because then he would see you and your new pet.

”Where have you been?” he then asked, and you could hear him leaving the kitchen, chair scraping against the floor and footsteps heading in your direction.

”Just out,” you reply vaguely as you start to move up the stairs. It’s dark on the second floor, as no light are on, and the chances of your older brother seeing the cat get smaller as you move up into the darkness. ”I’m going to my room to study, history test tomorrow.”

It’s a lie — not the history test, the studying — but Michael lets out an approving sound. You walk up the rest of the stairs, taking two steps at a time, hurry into your room and close the door behind you.

Once inside, you set the cat down. It purrs and begins to walk around the room, looking around itself. You sit down on your carpet and reach out a welcoming hand, trying to befriend the creature. But the cat simply ignores you, finding a pair of socks far more interesting.

You don’t know exactly how much time has passed when the door to your room suddenly open and you freeze.

”(Y/N), would you like to—,” there’s a pause, ”what is that?”

You stiffly turn around, eyes wide as saucers. ”Hello Castiel.”

”(Y/N),” Castiel whisper-yells as he makes his way into the room, ”is that a cat? You know you can’t just bring a cat into our home, Michael will—”

”I know,” you hiss, subconsciously reaching out to pet the cat that’s stroking itself against your legs.

”What are you going to do about it?” Castiel asks, eyebrows now furrowed as his blue eyes latch onto the black animal filled with a certain curiosity.

”I don’t know,” you reply and sigh. ”I kinda like it.”

You’ve only had it for about an hour, maximum, but still you had grown attached. Probably more attached to the cat than the cat is to you. It’s just so cute, with it’s impossibly black fur that almost makes it look like a silhouette, and the yellow, expressive eyes.

You watch as he tentatively reach out a hand. The cat immediately spots it, creeps closer, and gives Castiel a headbutt, rubbing it’s head against it. Castiel smiles fondly, despite himself.

”See, he likes you, and you like him,” you say, making your brother look at you instead of the cat, and he frowns a little again, feeling a bit outwitted. ”It’s perfect.”

”What is that?” a new voice speaks up, and you sigh loudly, face palming.

”You couldn’t have closed the door, Cas?” you ask, looking between Castiel and Gabriel, who’s now entering the room.

”Mike’s not gonna like this,” Gabriel states in a sing-song voice. ”Which means I do.”

Gabriel walks over to the cat, picks it up and sits down on your bed. You look at him, a little unsurely, but then he begins to pet the cat, who begins to purr loudly. It claws his lap, before curling up into a ball in it. How did you not know before that he’s practically a cat whisperer?

Eventually, you give in and sit down next to your older brother, petting the cat as well.

And just like Castiel, Gabriel didn’t close the door behind him, and ten minutes later, Lucifer and Balthazar has joined you, unsurprisingly, and the hype surrounding the cat intensifies.

Meanwhile, Michael’s alone downstairs. The house has gotten suspiciously quiet, except for a few thuds coming from his only sister’s room. Sighing, he leaves the couch, and heads upstairs. Something’s up and he knows he’s not going to like it, because he knows his siblings. They never do what they’re told, and have no problem stepping on Michael’s nerves.

As he walks closer to your room, he notices that the door is actually closed, but there’s muffled, excited voices coming from inside. He wonders what you’re doing in there — and why he hasn’t moved out yet — before he grabs the handle and opens the door.

All he sees are backs.

”What the hell are you doing in here?” he asks loudly, and then he sees five surprised faces as you all turn around at his voice.

”Michael,” you address him, voice even higher than usual before you laugh nervously. ”What are you doing here?”

”Answer my question,” Michael says with a tone that implies that he’s not up for this bullshit, and his patience is running out, as always.

The silence is thick, and Michael strains his eyes as he lets his gaze run across the room, looking for something out of the ordinary that tells him what’s up — and that’s when he sees a tail.

Leaving his spot by the door, Michael walks up to his siblings, and pushes them to the side to see what they’re hiding, and is met by a black cat.

You immediately reach out to pick it up from the floor, holding it protectively in your arms. Balthazar and Gabriel cross their arms and place themselves between you and the cat, and the oldest Novak sibling.

”What the hell, (Y/N),” Michael states lowly, his eyes boring into yours.

You twist uncomfortably, ”sorry…”

”That cat is leaving,” Michael decides with finality in his voice, as he crosses his arms over his chest, ”now.”

”But—” Castiel begins. Michael interrupts.

”No, no pets allowed, you know the rules.”

”Hey, Mike,” Lucifer speaks up, stepping closer to Michael as he raises his chin. ”Stop being such a bore.”

”Actually, the cat’s awesome,” Balthazar agrees. ”He’s kind of a douchebag, but he’s cool. We like him.”

”And, he has a name too, you know,” Castiel speaks up, looking at Michael. ”It’s Crowley.”

Michael frowns, shaking his head to himself. ”Crowley. Why the hell did you name him Crowley?”

”Why the hell not?” Gabriel counters, and Michael looks like he’s about to give up.

Michael sighs and looked at his siblings. Balthazar stands closest, tense. Gabriel stares at him with a look that says come on man, you couldn’t possibly. Lucifer just raises his eyebrows, and Michael already knows what he thinks, because he always has to disagree with him, per definition. Castiel stands protectively between Michael and the cat, looking as scary as the rather scrawny teen possibly could, and then finally there’s you peeking your head out behind Castiel while holding the pet, gently scratching it behind its fluffy ears as it only squirmed a little.

There’s four young men between Michael and the cat, and then there’s you, who Michael knows won’t give up the animal without a fight.

”Fine then,” Michael growls, rolling his eyes as his shoulder lump.

He’s always the bad guy and this household, and for once he decides not to.

”What did you say?” Lucifer presses, wanting his brother to repeat his words of defeat.

The rest of you only stares at Michael, blinking being your only moves.

”I said fine,” Michael says louder, and that’s what sets you off.

A wide smile spreads on your face, as Gabriel and Balthazar high fives. Castiel cheers and Lucifer smirks contently.

Michael leaves the room in silence, and heads down the stairs again to retreat to the first floor where he spends most of his time, by himself.

Not that night though, because when you go downstairs to fetch a glass of water, you find Michael sitting in the couch, watching TV, Crowley curled up on the couch next to him.

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[asparklethatisblue]

The way too long Headcanon Post about Gabriel Reyes’ family that nobody asked for. I decided to write them down, as I mention some of it in the background of art or fics I write. All under the cut. 

Evalía Reyes:

An energetic woman even in her older years, Evalía studied sport sciences and participated in a vast array of sports, both for fun and in competitions. She was good enough to join teams on international level, but a combination of wanting to start a family and being interested in the medical/therapy side of things led to Evalía being a coach and therapist for other athletic teams. This meant that she had more time for herself, while also getting to be involved with the work she was passionate about. By now she owns a small fitness studio that focuses on physical therapy and helping people with disabilities, health concerns, and the elderly stay fit.

 Xavier Reyes:

A quiet and level headed man with a passion for strategy games, the sea, and peace and quiet. Not like this is possible in the Reyes household, but somehow he is fine with this. From the start he pursued an academic career, now working as a professor for Spanish and French literature. Other than this he spends a lot of his free time studying up on unrelated topics, often changing focus and picking up whatever catches his fancy. His calm demeanour and skill in coaxing students (and his children) to work through problems by themselves makes him quite popular among those who attend his courses.

 Cassandra Reyes (Cassi):

Oldest of the Reyes children. She’s quite no nonsense, likes to tease her siblings, and often sees herself as a sort of mother figure when she feels like her own parents aren’t strict enough for whatever reason. She sees it as her duty to inform her sibling’s dates about embarrassing stories. Such as the time Gabriel was 13 and invented a superhero OC who was his self insert’s boyfriend or the time Rita thought that a boy giving her a donut means they MUST get married. Cassandra owns a small restaurant that is going well despite some harder time during the Crisis. Having a heroic brother and a mural of the strike team next to it absolutely helped getting business back on track. By the time the Crisis ends she has a five year old daughter, Dalia.

When she was young, she learned to cook from her grandpa. He owned a catering business, and both of them were nearly completely responsible for the food of the entire household. One of the reasons why Gabriel can’t cook well is this, as Cassandra and their grandpa tended to kick him out of the kitchen when they were children.

 Margarita Reyes (Rita):

Attending an out of state college at the moment. Gabriel and her very nearly ended up in the same class and school. As it was, Rita did attend school one year earlier after all. She was barely ever sitting still, always running off and juggling her social life, studies, hobbies, and various obligations in a away that made her other siblings question her sanity. Rita rarely says no to a challenge or invitation to do something, leaving her with barely a moment to sit down. She is quite happy with how things are, and despite the rush of her life she seems to handle her stuff quite fine.

 Gabriel Reyes:

The golden boy, the one who always was made to feel special despite the merciless teasing from his older sisters. He was always made to feel loved in his family, and his talents and cleverness were praised to the moon and back. He was the child his grandmother tended to spend the most time with, and his childhood nickname Bibi is still used by the family, despite or perhaps because of his protests.

On the subject of cooking: Gabriel absolutely can feed himself and follow a recipe. However he’s quite bad at figuring out what to add or do if food doesn’t taste good, or do anything that’s more complicated than “chop up and fry/cook”. More often than not his food is incredibly bland, which leads to Gabriel throwing chilli at it to mask the lack of taste. He could learn if he put his mind to it, but food is not something Gabriel wants to waste too much of his energy on when he could be doing literally anything else. He adores homecooked good food, which is a sure way to gain his affections, but he has no passion for the preparation of food himself.

 Michaela Reyes (Mikey):

The youngest Reyes child and still in high school by the time the Crisis ended. She doesn’t quite know what she wants to do in the future, but worships her brother and misses him deeply. She is the most like Gabriel in character, and currently going through her broody teenaged phase. Though she barely shares it yet, Mikey writes songs, poetry, and sometimes composes her own music on an old guitar. She has a strong velvety voice and by the time she joins a college she’ll have the confidence to perform in front of people.

 Nosferatu Reyes (Tutu, dog):

A pug mix, either asleep or running around like possessed. He is quite old, and joined the family when Gabriel and Rita were young. The name was a joint decision according to Gabriel, and entirely Gabriel’s fault according to Rita.

 Eliana Reyes (Abuelita) and Rafael Reyes (Abuelito):

Eliana and Rafael live in the same house as the rest of the Reyes family, though they have their own section that leads into the garden, which they take care of. The pair was often responsible for looking after the children when Mr and Mrs Reyes were busy with work. Rafael still was involved with his catering business when his grandchildren were born, and he taught Cassandra how to cook. He was quite strict in the kitchen, and figured that both Rita and Gabriel were too prone to pranks and messes to teach as much as his diligent oldest granddaughter. Eliana ended up spending a lot of time with Gabriel, as he often made pillow forts out of her furniture to hide and read. Later he expressed an interest in learning how to sew, which lead to Eliana gifting him one of her sewing machines and teaching him how to create patterns.

 Honourable mentions: Cousin Miguel. A bit of a “fuckboy” and a macho, he tends to insert himself into other people’s business. While the Reyes girls regard him with a sort of amused exasperation, Gabriel hates him with a passion that nobody in the family can really figure out. In younger years the boys would sometimes (be forced to) hang out together. The hate isn’t mutual, and Miguel often tried to set Gabriel up with friends of his, which only led to the flames of Gabriel’s hate to burn higher. Even as adults Gabriel can’t shake this, something which now is somewhat of a running joke in the family.

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[spiritofjustice]

Let’s do some Punch Out headcanons for various characters.  Just a random assortment, no particular order or set.  I talked about Masked Muscle, Glass Joe, Gabby Jay, Piston Hurricane, Kid Quick, and Aran Ryan.  Enjoy.

Slapping this under a read more after the first one because it got pretty long and I don’t want to be clogging people’s dashes up.  I hope you enjoy!

Masked Muscle

Owns the tiniest dog imaginable.  Microscopic dog.  He loves this dog more than anything and posts a lot of pictures of him.

Honestly, he’s a real dickhead in the ring but a really super cool guy in everyday interactions.  He tries to be tough but he’s genuinely pretty friendly and has a great time hanging out with some bros on a Saturday night.  He has an air of assholery about him but he’s really not.  Like many boxers, it’s all just a show.

He gets along great with fellas like Aran Ryan, Dragon Chan, and others who also cheat in one way or another.  He especially took a shining to Aran because Aran’s cheating is so magnificently fucking ridiculous, like this dude BROUGHT A WEAPON TO THE FIGHT AND GOT AWAY WITH IT!  MM loves that motherfucker for it.  What a legend.

Masked Muscle actually made up his backstory.  He was never a wrestler, but he thought it was a good angle for his WVBA debut.  He wanted people to get interested in him by lying about being banned from another sport entirely.  It worked, so he was right.

His cornerman is his brother, actually!  They’re close as can be.  He also helped MM come up with his dastardly luchadore schtick and they always train together.  They were in a lot of different sports together as kids, and though MM was the only one who made it to the professional circuit of boxing, his brother stuck with him the whole way.

Glass Joe

Joe doesn’t speak English very well.  He understands it, but his ability to speak it is very limited.  He’s been trying to learn with the help of Disco Kid and a few others but it’s slow-going.

In general, Joe is a very quiet person.  He tends to blend in to the background of conversations, and never really talks a whole lot.

On that note, he’s quiet in the way that he can sneak up on someone without meaning to.

This is a strange one, but if he’s writing/typing in English, each word is capitalized.  He Doesn’t Do This In French, However.

A real coffee snob.  He tries so hard not to judge people for their terrible taste because to each their own, of course, but he can and will silently wonder what’s wrong with humanity each time Gabby Jay pours a pound of sugar into his coffee.

Joe gets along with everybody.  Really, he does.  He’s got some kind of aura of complete inoffensiveness and likability that no one can bring themselves to dislike him.  He’s not exactly friends with many people, because he’s shy and tends to stick around the Minor Circuit, but everyone knows he’s a good, reliable guy.

Joe gets along really well with Gabby Jay, no surprise there.  Joe worries about Gabby a lot, though, because he seems completely unaffected by any injury he gets.  Joe’s not sure the old fella really understands the seriousness of boxing injuries, but if Gabby’s happy, then so is he…?

Gabby Jay

Aggressively excitable and very nice.  The friendliest old man you’d ever meet.  You’d think he thought he was 20 years old by the energy he exudes and puts into his boxing career.

A bit of a crier.  He’s just a pretty emotional dude.  He cries a loooot of happy tears, though.

Fantastic English.  He pretty much doubles as Joe’s translator.

He’ll be your gay, supportive granddad if you want him to be.  Or regardless of whether you want him to.  He accepts all in the name of the clan Jay, no matter your age.  Everyone is family to him!

Gabby loves kids.  Loves, loves, loves kids.  He definitely has a few of his own!  At least four, three girls and one lad.  He loves all of them so much and is sad that they’re all scattered across the place now that they’re grown up because he doesn’t get to see them as much.  He’ll throw a big bash when he can scrounge up the whole family, though.

Gabby loves to bake.  As a waiter, he grew to really appreciate the kinds of pastries they sold at his little old cafe, and he got to learn some recipes from some of the bakers there.  He’ll make lots of good sweets for people he likes.

He’s kind of a bizarre figure in the WVBA, because he sucks at boxing so bad, but he has a seemingly endless amount of energy.  Joe is very low energy compared to his elderly counterpart, and he’s less enthusiastic about fighting and losing.  Joe has no problem with his career or anything, but Gabby is so excited to have any fight.  He’s got no qualms about sucking or getting hurt.  He’s just glad to be there.

Gabby was actually not much of a boxing fan until Glass Joe became popular.  He liked soccer a lot more, but then Joe came and shone a light on the nation of France, and Joe was just so likable that Gabby was drawn to boxing.  He was terrible, but so dedicated to his craft!  And when Joe wandered into his cafe one day, their conversation led him to wanting to take up boxing.  Being a waiter was okay and all, but he wanted to do something exciting.

As nice as Mr. Gabriel Jay is, he can also be kind of a dick to people, as opposed to the ever-kind Heated Sand Joseph.  If he doesn’t like you, he just makes passive aggressive comments at you.  He doesn’t take shit from people, honestly, and he can be snarky if he wants to be.  He’s not outright rude, but maybe if you push him enough, you might see a sharper side of Gabby most don’t.

Piston Hurricane

Well, there’s two Eras(tm) of Piston Hurricane.  He appeared in PO 1984 AND in SPO 1994.  I actually think the former is what he looks like when he’s older.  Younger, mohawk-ed Piston Hurricane came first, when he was in his twenties.  He was a much more serious fella then.  He just wanted to win, no more, no less.  He needed money, what could he say.  His fucking house blew away, man.  As such, he wasn’t a friendly guy.

PH was also a lot more irritable back then, too.  There was so much BS going on in the WVBA, and who’s got time for that?  Not our protagonist.  He got a reputation for thinking he was better than everyone else, despite only being in the Minor Circuit at the time.  He didn’t think that, he just was too focused.

Well, he finally made money to rebuild his family home.  PH worked hard for that, and he could finally take a breather, you know?  He lost his direction for a while and quit boxing to relax and get back to life as usual in Cuba.

He came back a decade later, looking like his 1984 incarnation.  He was a lot chiller then.  Great sense of humor like nobody’s business.  Absolutely hilarious, too.

PH likes to tease people a lot.  It’s just his way, he doesn’t mean anything by it.  Sometimes he isn’t aware how much it gets under some people’s skin till they get angry with him.

However, PH can be kind of a spiteful dude.  If he doesn’t like you, he’ll lean into the teasing a lot because it’s just a joke bro, why don’t you relax.  He seems unaffected by a mutual dislike between himself and another, but he just manifests his dislike differently than most!  He can be quite obnoxious, honestly, but he’s a nice guy.  Just not to everyone’s taste, which honestly, most boxers are like that because their personalities can be so extreme.

Kid Quick

Just a little 18 year-old fresh outta high school.  He boxed a lot in high school and eventually caught the attention of the WVBA.  Fame was thrust upon him at that point.

Kid’s got a good head on his shoulders.  There’s a lot of bullshit and questionable choices behind the scenes of the WVBA, but he doesn’t get into drama or trouble.  He just wants to get along with everyone and have a good time.

Kid can be pretty impressionable at times, though.  Hey man, he’s just a kid, you know?  He’s pretty wise for his age, but he wants to impress the older, more renowned boxers, and he might do something dumb if they wanted him too.  Not like breaking the law, but he’ll go along with some dumb shit, I don’t know what.  However, he’s got that little voice telling him it’s wrong.  He’ll snap out of it but he’s a little starstruck by everyone at first.

Anyone can get along with him.  He’s a little subdued sometimes, not usually the center of a party, but he’s a fun guy to hang out with if you’ve got some time to spare.  He’s down for anything.  He gets along much better with younger boxers, though.  He’s a child, some of these dudes have mortgages, he can’t relate.

Per the fact that Kid Quick was planned to be in Punch Out Wii, I like to think that Kid Quick and Disco Kid are cousins/related somehow.  The naming similarities are a coincidence, actually.  They also both love a share of disco, but Disco Kid wayyyy more than Kid Quick.

Kid Quick is into vintage video games.  Like the Atari kind of vintage.  He just thinks they’re really fun!

Aran Ryan

Lad grew up on the Aran Islands.  Yes, that’s why his name is spelled like that.  His mom is really sentimental, all right?  And life is pretty goddamn traditional there.  He grew up in an old house.  Internet is shite there.  The town he lived in was so small, everyone knew everyone else.  No one knew the potential he would have, because people almost never left even after they grew up.

Aran was only one of five kids and is the oldest of them all. He was a responsible older sibling but he didn’t particularly get along with most of them.  He gets along okay, and everyone talks and gets together at holidays, but he actively talks to his sister only.  She’s actually really nice but has an aggressive streak.  They have similar senses of humor.  Their personalities are very compatible, so it makes sense.

Aran got into boxing as described in his short SPO bio, but someone at his school recognized he had talent and encouraged him to keep going until he started competing in amateur boxing competitions.  He rose through the ranks of various organizations very quickly due to his unusual fighting styles.

Aran is gross and weird, but his personality is actually pretty muted outside the ring.  He’s pretty quiet if he’s not around friends.  He’s not very friendly to most.  He can be pretty serious, which is spooky to those who don’t know that before meeting him.

Aran’s still got a terrible, obnoxious sense of humor.  Around friends, he shouts a lot and loves to fuck with people.  If you play a game with him, he’ll try to kill everyone and ruin their missions for the laughs.  Don’t play D&D with him for this reason, by the way.

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