#i actively forgot this guy's name even as i just closed the file for its model

[front-facing-pokemon]

#boldore #i actively forgot this guy's name even as i just closed the file for its model #it's. even more irrelevant than roggenrola to me. at least. who out there is a boldore liker. justify yourself #if it's just “i used this pokémon as a kid in my bw team” that's a valid response but i skipped gen 5 as a kid #the first time i ever played gen 5 was in 2020 when i played every pokémon game in order

[miekasa]

wait so i was scrolling through your blog (as per usual) and i saw that you brought up levi and his streamer gf briefly. care to elaborate a lil causeee im curious 👀👀

- 🖤

Absolutely, I can. He’s such a supportive bf even tho he’s far from a gamer himself, and very very proud of you 😌

Whatever game(s) you play, Levi knows the basics. He might not have ever played them himself, but he knows enough to recognize it if it ever comes up in conversation.

He doesn’t always watch your streams, and you can hardly tell when he does because he doesn’t comment or anything. He just tunes in when he’s free to support you and see what’s going on. Sometimes to peep on your comment section, but he’d never tell you that.

He doesn’t make donations. He’d just Apple Pay you money lmfao. Supportive emotionally and financially, but all your followers/subscribers don’t have to see that.

He knows when you’re recording content or streaming and typically doesn’t bother you. The only exceptions are (a) if he forgets or (b) you’ve been in your room for a while and he’s going in to check up on you.

He doesn’t forget often—and truthfully, when he walks in on your streams its not actually because he forgot; it’s because you’re online at a different time that usual and he didn’t know—but it’s pretty cute when he does. He catches himself pretty quickly, and silently asks you if you’re streaming; to which he gently closes the door and just texts you his inquiry.

He doesn’t even really disturb you—it’s not like he enters rooms cussing up a storm on full blast. Nobody could even tell he walked in, except for maybe a small lapse in your attention when you turned to him.

When you’ve been in your room for a while, he does come in to check on you. His intentions aren’t necessarily to get you away from the screen; he just wants to make sure you’ve had dinner or some snacks at the very least. When you have all night tournaments or streaming fests, he comes by with dinner for you; silently puts it on your desk, and on occasion, leaves you with a little head pat.

He doesn’t normally appear in your streams, but he is in two of your YouTube videos: one shopping haul, and once when he helped you make him/your friends in the Sims. They happen to be two of your highest viewed videos.

People constantly ask about him. They know Levi exists, but they don’t see him often, and newer fans especially are obsessed with catching a glimpse of your mysterious boyfriend on screen. If you asked him, he’d come in for a few seconds to show his face, but he wouldn’t do it unprompted.

You mention him, of course, it’s not like you’re hiding him away either. He comes up particularly often when you play with your friends or are just chatting in lobbies. You don’t exactly explicitly refer to him as your boyfriend, but you say his name—and so does Hange—and people kinda get the picture.

Hange constantly asking for Levi when you guys are playing together. It’s one of the few times Levi comes into your chat/comments to tell them to shutup. (Yes, your subscribers go crazy for the glimpse of Levi on your channel).

He’s not a gamer, and he sees no reason to disturb your streams by appearing if you don’t ask. But, also, he’s a little camera shy, not that he’d ever tell you that. You’ve got a lot of followers, he’s not prepared to be live in front of thousands of people every night; he’ll leave that up to you.

Levi built nearly everything in your gaming setup. From the adjustable standing desks, to the wall mounts for your accessories and decorations, to your chair, to the shelves. He built it all and tailored it to your exact taste and to fit your room perfectly.

So, sometimes you feel bad when people ask about stuff because you can’t exactly give them a link or recommendation—“Oh thank you! The thing is, my—well, Levi built the desk for me so you can’t buy it—but! There are some similar ones at IKEA!!”

(Levi scoffs ever so lightly when he sees that clip. His craftsmanship cannot be found at IKEA, but they can try).

He also helped mount the TV in your room so that the cables were hidden and everything. Truly a godsend. And whenever you wanna move things around, he’s there to help you. Sometimes he even has ideas of his own, “You were looking at accent walls the other day right? I think you could do something with this back wall…”

He does play games with you, just usually offscreen. He’s scarily good at first person shooters… even tho he claims to not have any past experience with them… extremely suspicious activity.

And when he mains D.Va and Symmetra then what. Then what.

Just don’t ask him to play Fornite. Ever. (He’d be good at it, but he feels so fucking dumb playing it especially when he can hear that he is competing against a twelve year old pls).

He plays games by himself, too. Think “classic” run of the mill console videos games, I guess, nothing too crazy; Zelda, Mario, Kirby… Animal Crossing. His island is nothing short of immaculate, his only regret is that he doesn’t have oranges as his island fruit. Levi really likes oranges (he got peaches instead).

He knows that you’re pretty popular and he’s super proud of you. That doesn’t mean he likes to see fancam style edits of you on his feed. He knows that you’re pretty but still 🙄🙄

Constantly on the look out for computer/keyboard parts that you mentioned. If he sees it online or anywhere else, he’ll try and snag it for you <3 that goes for new console games, too.

He’ll also periodically upgrade some of the tech in your setup. Get you a better mic, some more lighting for your desk, a cute desk mat he thinks you might like. He’s observant, so he knows your taste in design and takes note of things you mention.

Okay okay okay but imagine putting the headphones with the kitty ears on him. He wouldn’t even notice at first and then you turn on the LEDs and bam. Very focused, very cute kitty Levi playing games on your PC.

If you’ve got a merch store, he helps you run it, and by that I mean, he practically runs it for you. Periodically, he might even have a design idea. You can count on him to get things out for shipping right on time. It’s one of his many ways of supporting you.

He’s also the one who remembers to check your P.O. box for packages from fans and from companies. It was his idea initially, too (he wasn’t too crazy about anyone, even major brands having your home address on file).

Look, he knows you’ve got some super fans, and some people who really do adore you. That doesn’t mean he’s necessarily happy when you get sent non-tech or gaming related merch (like jewelry or shoes or whatever). If he happens to put them a little bit out of sight then no he did not <2

Occasionally he’ll meet someone who recognizes your name when it comes up in conversation. He very proudly confirms that yes, he is talking about you, the streamer.

Sometimes, people will even recognize him back—“Oh, so you’re Levi, then!” Obviously. You only have one Levi in your life 🙄🙄

#🖤 anon #no bc him being a little camera shy is so cuteeeee #so easy for him to grumble and play it off as his normal grumpy aloof self but he’s shyyyyyyyyy #it’s okay levi you’re handsome and the people love you 😚😚😚😚 #levi.ask

[currentfandomkick]

Marinette did not sign up for this part 9

so not as polished but it wouldn't shut up. enjoy!

first part here previous part here ao3 here

--

            Ladybug focused on talking to Bunnix first. Why? Bunnix would get the information she needed—one way or another. Perks of time traveler family on your side—a few questions and you get a lot of answers quickly.

            “Bunnix, you saw what was happening to Chat’s suit, right?”

            “Yeah, and uh… might want to restrain him or something until your threat level goes down.”

            Ladybug froze at that. “Explain—now.”

            Bunnix rubbed the back of her neck, looking away from the screen and Ladybug’s gaze. “okay, so long story short, Chat isn’t working with all his abilities.”

             Ladybug sighed as she knew where this was going. “Just like how my suit is too similar to Bridgette’s to be mine, not hers.”

             Bunnix nodded. “I’m not sure if it’s a holdover from the old timeline, or just a Black Cat miraculous thing—family was out of the loop for a gen or two before Grand-père—but if his stories are right, then this won’t calm down until after you’re safe from whatever life-and-death thing sent him off AND he believes it…”

             “Bunnix.” She needed more than that. “What’s happening?”

             “Uh, you know how he’s the only one with a color as part of his name?”

             Ladybug nodded.

              “There’s a reason for it. I don’t know how, timeline hopping side effects and all, but I’m pretty sure that he’s controlling condensed destruction for his Cataclysm, and it’s either leaking—which is bad—or he has some shadow ability. The Chat Noir from Grand-père’s timeline was after his Ladybug to free him from a curse his shadows… well Grandpère changed the timeline a lot for a reason. Whatever happened, haunted him.”

              Ladybug took a deep breath. High threat coming from her partner… “Chat Blanc bad?”

              “Honestly? Chat Blanc is a walk in the park by comparison.”

              Ladybug felt sick.

              “Got it. So what set him off—Murder Robin situation escalating?”

              Bunnix sighed. “Probably when the guy showed up.”

              The building rocked.

              “Gotta go, Bug out!”

              Ladybug snapped her compact shut and ran to where she could feel Chat—another perk of being Ladybug. Always knowing where your other half is when transformed—and sighed in relief when she saw he was hit by Miss Sting before he got anyone.

              Murder Robin was not doing good. Probably. She couldn’t read him.

              “Get him back to Paris and leave him at the museum—secret passage.”

              Miss Sting nodded, grabbing Chat Noir and throwing his frozen form over her shoulder as she ran.

              Green Lantern ran to the room only to see a paralyzed Chat Noir carried by Miss Sting.

              “Should I be worried?’

              Ladybug rubbed her temples.

              “Voyage!”

              “Stay in the library, I’ll fix this.”

              “But—”

              “Please.” Ladybug wanted to scream or cry or something because this is more than too much and overwhelmed would be a welcome change from how she felt at the moment. She was far beyond overwhelmed, in over her head, and whatever other way someone could think up to describe her current situation.

             Green Lantern closed the door for her, walking off.

             “Lucky charm.”

            Why was she given knitting needles? (she missed how Damian’s eyes went wide at the sight of them, something clicking.)

             “Miraculous Ladybug!”

             Ladybugs filled the room, undoing whatever Chat’s cataclysm did to it. it was an old training room, one she hadn’t fixed all the way before…

             A series of training dummies, wooden ‘blades’ (swords, knifes, spear staffs) and a few staffs appeared.

             Ladybug didn’t even say spots off before her timer ran out. Tikki blinked curiously at where they were.

            “Marinette…”

            “Not now Tikki, just, please?”

            Marinette took out a macron from her purse and gave it to the tiny goddess. Tikki took it with a sigh. “Do you want me here for this?”

           Marinette glanced at Murder Robin. Who was tied up, and she could feel had words to say but was going to butcher probably.

           “Private conversation this time. He came after me as me, not Ladybug.”

            Tikki nodded, finishing her cookie in one go.

            “You know how to call me if you want,” Tikki said before phasing through the floor. She likes to check on the plants on the lower levels.

            Marinette took a deep breath. “So, I get the whole rival heir thing and how off-ing rivals is a big thing in history, but uh…” and she forgot where she was going with this. Great.

            “Is it safe to say the flowers were not an adequate apology?”

            Marinette blinked. “What.”

            That was what those were for? Really?

            “The flowers, my teachers said the language of flowers was an important consideration when apologizing, and given your residence I assumed you were not familiar with Arabic, and I doubted your intelligence in English given your grades…”

            Marinette rolled her eyes. “You try being the main hero on-call 24-7 and see how well you do learning your non-sense language. Why didn’t you just say it in French?”

            “That is…” she had a feeling this had backstory he wasn’t wiling to share. “A fair judgment.”

            Marinette took a deep breath, trying to incorporate this tid-bit. Murder Robin was apologizing with the flowers. Which… many levels of ‘who raised this kid?’ and ‘I am assuming child custody’ warring in the back of her mind. He did try to kill her once…

            “And given your lack of defensive abilities, I assumed you would require weapons more suited to your frame, stature, activity level given your social media—”

            “Are you social media stalking me too?”

            “And your boutique. But that’s not the point—I wanted to ensure your safety once better understood that certain things taught to me were wrong. That I was wrong, and I needed to apologize for it.”

            Marinette was seriously debating if this kid was from another timeline. She wouldn’t put it past one of the Kubdels to do it either—the whole family could randomly have a ‘cousin’ appear for a bit to fix something later down the road and no one would be able to tell the difference…

            “So why the daggers?”

            “Mother favored them, I assumed it would be a good weapon of choice for you. I misunderstood your preferences… I hope the rapier is making a fine decoration to your liking at least.”

            “Used it in a few akuma attacks at home actually, so good call there, awkward explanation to Maman and Papa as to why I had one and why I was hiding it.”

            Robin’s face soured a bit. “Yes, Agreste’s… gift.”

            Marinette decided that was a sore spot to examine another time.

            “Yeah, big weapons aren’t my thing.”

            “My mistake. I hope the knives and throwing stars have been to your liking at least.”

            Marinette felt awkward about her (very reasonable) reaction as the (still foreign) information began to shift the picture. Insecure kid with a questionable home life that is in desperate need of socialization… “The ball point pen was a good call—had to add a few decorations to it so I stopped mixing it up. The Swiss army knife is really useful on the days I knew there was going to be too much going on to remember where I put my backup tiny tool kits.”

            Robin nodded at that. “And the throwing stars?”

            “Uh, may have turned a one or two into hair accessories, but haven’t really had the time to test them out with everything.”

            Robin nodded, mulling something over. “Okhti Al Kobra?”

            Marinette looked at him when he spoke, trying to get his meaning(s) and not just the surface. If Alya was there, she’d use her gut. But Marinette’s gut is an overacting jerkface that she refuses to trust at the moment…

            She might ask to borrow Wonder Woman’s lasso later.

            Or see if Alya has leveled up as a Fox enough yet to sense what Marinette needs her to. Maybe she could just borrow Trixx?

            “I haven’t told the others who you are.”

            Marinette paused at that. “But it’s the Ghosts of Gotham, you guys kind of know everything.” And are unofficially the ‘check’ to the superhero community if anyone goes rogue. At least for who the bats met. Crap—is there a file on her too? Maybe she’d ask the LoS if they could destroy hers…

            “I assumed the same. Apparently Father didn’t know about you until Aquaman confronted him on the matter.”

            Oh… oh. Oh! She… she outted herself. great. Wonderful.

            Marinette sighed. “That’s… good. I think.”

            “I doubt they’ve realized who you are yet. If my memory serves, Grandfather said only those most trusted by the God-touched could figure out their secret identities.”

            Marinette was grateful for Trixx’s twist to all miraculous magic, she really is.

            “So safe on that front, for now.”

            “Correct.”

            Marinette had a feeling he had more to say on the matter, and let him find what he had to say.

            “I know your identity, and that compromises you… You may compromise my own. I am Damian Al-Ghul Wayne.”

            Marinette’s brain shorted for a moment and needed time to reboot. And proof… and time to understand what just happened (and get the urge to kidnap this child out of her system. That was. No. Bad. She thinks. Maybe… he’s tiny and doesn’t even have magic protecting him! probably.)

            “Do you mind if I…”

            Robin—Damian. Damian lifted his head and nodded quickly.

            Marinette took off the mask and memorized his face. Shape is congruent with what she remembers of the latest Wayne Heir in a picture when Adrien and Kagami got at the Wayne Galas last year. It was the first time either family was invited.

            She had a feeling Ro—Damian. Damian was behind that… He could have been gathering information, but why? to learn about her, or Kagami who she knows he’s fenced against.

            Kagami who might have put things together and she needs to damage control there next. Great. (What is she the guardian of again? Lately its felt like miraculous wielders and not the kwami.)

            Marinette could sense Rena getting close.

            She put Robin’s mask back on and transformed wordlessly. Tikki must have returned at some point.

            “Can I come in?”

            Ladybug and Robin were in place then. both behind more comfortable masks.

            Ladybug went to the door and slipped into Gaurdian. The chances anyone besides her team knew it were slim… and she’d rather not ask Wonder Woman for her lasso… just in case.

            “Can you do me a favor?”

            “Yeah girl, what do you need?”

            “Just… let me know how you feel about his next answer.”

            At Rena’s nod, Ladybug turned to Robin as she let Rena in.

            “Have you answered my questions truthfully?”

            “Yes.”

            “Did you withhold information you believe to be important?”

            “Not consciously.”

            Ladybug looked at Rena.

            “I…” Rena kept scanning him, looking for something. “Why the…” she trailed off as her eyes went wide. “oh. Oh That happened.”

            Ladybug raised an eyebrow. “Uh, those were very loud whoosh with a bell. I think that means truth, just, wow.”

            And Rena’s ability to sense lies has a new manifestation, good. Downside—Alya will probably have it too and she may have been trying to delay this…Trixx will be happy at least, and no need for lasso of truth.

            “Well, I’ll be back in a bit. Rena, feel free to go home for a bit and rest up.”

            --

            Marinette almost screamed when she got home. She’d only be in her room for fifteen minutes tops—but still.

            Maman and Papa told her they’d be at a catering gig tonight, so she didn’t have to worry about them checking up on her once they left.

            No, she had to worry about the pics she was checking from her feed a year ago… which included Damian’s face for the Wayne Gala.

            She could have been a Wayne.

            She’s not, and she’s not mad just… wow. (Gotham/bullet dodged?)

            Which meant Bruce Wayne is likely Batman, and by order of appearance… Nightwing must be Dick Grayson-Wayne, Red Hood (who makes zombie jokes, like, a lot according to Gotham’s #Batwatch #OnlyinGotham twitter accounts) is probably Jason Todd, who died. Timelines match and she has questions. Many. But then there are more horrible realizations to make. Like Red Robin is probably Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne (does he have a not-first name anywhere in his name?) who she consulted as Marinette and designed a suit for two days ago. And his blonde friend (who was in her bakery. She debated her. just. Fuck.) was probably Spoiler who is the current Batgirl, and if she bothered to check his friends’ list, she’d probably find the girl’s real name. Cass was obviously black bat (only one who doesn’t mouth off in every fight, gave very short responses during their debate but agreed with Marinette so is probably smarter than the rest). Oracle is a mystery (thankfully. She’s certain she’d lose her tech forever if she found out who the woman was and it wasn’t on said woman’s terms).

            Just… a lot to take in.

            Once her parents were gone and Marinette had her brain (mostly) back, she texted Adrien that “latest situation was handled, talk tomorrow.” In response to him trying to make her phone explode with the sheer volume of texts he sent her.

            Not even five minutes later Chat made his way into her room, shadows still rolling. “What happened?”

            “I… long story short? I’m pretty sure he’s been brainwashed or something and Fox’s seal of approval on him telling the truth—he was leaving flowers and weapons as apologies and ‘here, to protect yourself’ things which is kind of sweet in a really, really messed up way that I do not have the capacity to process. He won’t be a problem—I have his secret identity and he has mine—apparently the other Bats haven’t figured it out, and didn’t know about me until I blew up.”

            Chat’s shadows settled on his suit. Returning to the familiar leather pattern. “Really?”

            Marinette nodded. “Really. Its to the point I have to remind myself not to adopt him—he needs help, and I doubt letting tiny child fight is a good thing.”

            “Anything on Bat-threat?”

            A smile twitched on Marinette’s face. “We both know you already checked.”

            Chat grinned at that. “Yeah. Wonder Woman took out four bodies and threw them into those tube thing-ies.”

            Marinette shook her head. “Oh, and you have a new thing that I have to watch for.”

            “Oh, I do?” Chat looked around, examining himself.

            Marinette shook her head at him fondly. “Shadow suit.” Once she had Chat’s attention, she continued. “You were a little…”

            “I’m going to guess not me?”

            “Miss Sting said paranoid in her messages, extra aggressive and then you almost killed brainwashed murder bird.”

            “Are we changing the nickname now?”

            “… honestly I’m debating just calling him a crow at this point. Maybe fix his suit to match so there’s less awful traffic light.”

            “It would be a great public service,” Chat added as he wrinkled his nose. “who makes a child a traffic light.”

            “Apparently the donor.”

            “Donor needs fashion advice.”

            “Can’t, he’d try to ruin mine with a god-awful color scheme, and I refuse.”

            Chat snorted at that. “So, these guys… where do we stand?”

            Marinette hummed. “Sent the ‘not trusting them at all’ back already… I say we keep Robin for now and figure out what the hell made him think murder is okay and if its still encouraged then…”

            “Then we do a ‘this is my many times removed relative who lives here now?’”

            “No. I tell Gina, she gets the documents ready, and then I introduce him as my bio mom’s cousin’s kid and tell them he’s staying in paris and wants to connect.”

            “You do realize his mother probably has a stance on this.”

            “Shhh, cousins.”

            “Shhh, someone is bound to notice.” Chat countered, shaking his head.

            Okay, would gotham notice a Wayne missing? Probably. Would they really try to look for him is the question… and how easy would it be to fool them if they did find him? Maybe have Trixx help with Markov?

            “I doubt he uses social media, so low chance there. He thought everyone knew the language of flowers… I think either he was taken from a cult, the bats are a cult, or both.”

            “I’m leaning to both, why else would he be that level of offensive to fashion?”

            Marinette snorted at that. She has met many fashion disasters that never needed a cult as an excuse.

            --

            Batman was… nervous.

            Wonder Woman was giving him and his kids (minus Damian. Who has not made contact with them yet…) a series of looks that he knew meant trouble.

            “In our defense,” Dick began.

            “There is a baby bat in danger, what were you expecting?” Stephanie continued.

            “And you were the one that thought we should be ready for any contingency,” Tim added while clinging to some unholy combination of energy drinks.

            “Little sister. Needs help.” Cass tacked on. “We help.”

            When eyes turned to Jason, he only gave one explanation: “Kid facing city-wide drownings regularly, brainwashed buddies daily, and superpowers, and extra overt terrorist targeting the kid. What were you expecting?”

            Tim snorted at that. “Me thinks he forgets he taught us how to bend and break rules.”

            Stephanie nodded from her location. “We weren’t told it was no bats, just no Batman.”

            Diana glared at Bruce.

            “By the time I checked their trackers, they were turned off and no longer responding to their communicators.” he had a feeling Agent A or Oracle may have helped them… but no proof.

            Jason rolled his eyes. as they did have a ‘Bat-free’ set of comms—a set of phones they changed just enough that Bruce couldn’t keep track of them and relented to a ‘civilian only’ cells that he would not track, tap, or try to under threat of Babs.

            “We are very independent,” Tim added as he drank his questionable concoction. Bruce didn’t even ask where he got it from at this point.

            Wonder Woman narrowed her eyes. “I am making this clear now—you are not to approach, contact, or even look into Ladybug, her identity or her city’s issues without her explicit permission. Am I clear?”

            There was grumbling from his kids.

            “Crystal,” Batman answered. Once Diana seemed satisfied for the moment, he decided to ask. “Have you heard anything about Robin?”

            Diana paused. “Not yet. When Ladybug has what she needs, she will likely send him back, or ask to keep him in a location she deems secure until this matter has blown over.”

            Bruce didn’t like that. At all.

            His kids didn’t either, each readying for a fight.

            Diana could tell what they were thinking. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Given Ladybug’s age, and that now two of you,” she cast a glare at Jason, “Have threatened her and her team in the mask, I doubt she will be very trusting. Nearly being killed by fellow heroes is not something one gets over very quickly.”

            Tim rolled his eyes. “She’s a bat, give her like, two, three weeks tops. You get over it.”

            Diana shot Bruce, not Batman, but Bruce a look.

            “I was lost in the time stream when that happened.”

            Diana rolled her eyes.

            “To be fair,” Dick added, “Damian has tried to kill most of us at first, me included, but you get used to him.” At Diana’s eyes getting wider, he backtracked. “He’s gotten a lot better since we worked on the Robin code and he’s working on his own. Top of his list was apologizing to those he wronged just… didn’t do it the best way.”

            Tim snorted. “Speak for yourself.” He got a lot of photography equipment and Redbird back… plus a few other things as Damian’s form of apology. The only one he wasn’t that big on was the ‘I will invade your hideout to ensure you are resting properly’ no matter how many times he said he was on black out. It didn’t help that Dick encouraged it and Jason had already been doing that. The only ones who gave him breathing room was Stephanie and Cass, which is why they are his favorites.

            Dick sighed. “He used flowers and weapons on the girl for two years.”

            Diana twitched at that. Ladybug had been twitchy because she thought she was being watched. That… didn’t bode well.

            Bruce made a pained sound. “Please tell me he left a note.”

            “He didn’t.”

            The bats did what they have a habit of doing during these situations. Look at each other, sigh, and maybe drop their head into their hands in shame. Mentally of course. Externally they can’t—gotta keep up appearances and all.

            Jason broke the silence. “So, who’s turn is it to fix it, because not it.”

            “You were disqualified before this started.”

            “Not it!” Stephanie said quicklying.

            “Not it,” Cass agreed.

            “I got it the last time, not it.” Tim added.

            “Batman you were already disqualified,” Diana stated before Dick could avoid being it.

            “Why is it always me?” Dick wanted someone to explain why he’s in charge of every other Bat’s problems. He loves them, he loves helping them, and Damian is his Robin (Bruce can fight him on that, he knows that was Bruce is for himself, he is to Damian).  But it would be great if someone else did this too. “Can’t Babs help?”

            “Who’s taking care of Gotham again?” A voice said over the intercom. “My birds.”

            Dick sighed. “I get it. But I can’t do much from this end.”

            Diana whistled to get the bats to stop. “He will handle this himself.”

            The group shot each other looks. In theory he could, in practice… they wanted their contingencies, okay?

            --

            Marinette transformed and went into the portal, this time with Chat at her side. she noticed the shadows started to move once they got in the temple… she’d need more information on that another time.

            “Behave.”

            Chat rolled his eyes. “Don’t I always?”

            Marinette narrowed her eyes.

            Chat looked away and went into the room from before. Green Lantern had taken to checking up on Robin while they were gone.

            “Should I be worried?” Green Lantern asked.

            Ladybug raised an eyebrow at Chat. “Probably not.”

            She could feel Green Lantern look at her.

            “This isn’t going to stop until he thinks the threat is gone…”

            “Ah.”

            Ladybug glanced between Chat and Mur—Damian. Damian. Damian who had the worst murder apology tactic in history. (Seriously, flowers and weapons. What the hell?)

            Chat walked up to him. “Not going to apologize for protecting my Lady.”

            Robin didn’t seem insulted. “I would have to remove you as her partner if you did.”

            Ladybug almost choked. Shadows were moving more.

            Green Lantern sighed.

            Chat glared. “Well you can’t.”

            “I will not as you have proved to at least have a functional brain. Your skills leave much to be desired, but you are at least capable of adequately protecting my sister.”

            The shadows were settled at least… for now.

            “Why you little!”

            “Robin!”

            “Chat!”

            “What—he started this!”

            Ladybug sighed. She had a feeling these two weren’t going to get along anytime soon.

            “Is that enough for you to get he doesn’t want me dead or anything?” Ladybug asked Chat, keeping an eye on the shadows.

            “For now.”

            “Chat.”

            “Well we don’t have any leverage.”

            “She knows who I am.”

            “What.”

            “I checked.” Ladybug admitted. “He is who he said and I’m sticking with ignoring the implications for another time.” Robin was smiling a bit. and not the murder-y one that haunted her nightmares sometimes. Good. What was she saying? “Oh, and I may have figured out Hawkmoth, but uh, consequences to that reveal would hurt a lot of people if we go in how we wanted to initially. So, I need to work out that plot since telling you may set off the shadows.”

            Chat crossed his arms. “And who is it?”

            Ladybug wanted to rub her temples. But Professional Time. “We both know you and Bunnix have your own things you don’t tell me about things that would be good to know but not good for me specifically. And that’s fine, it keeps Paris safe and our team from having internal issues. So trust me on this kitty. I’ll tell you before it happens. But it will be a lot closer to it happening than you’d like. Just like our usual.”

            Chat… wasn’t happy about that.

            “…fine.”

            Robin watched the exchange. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing to offer at the moment, but…

            “Would it be acceptable if my family offered to help?”

            Green Lantern gave him a look.

            “You have seen our credentials.”

            Ladybug wanted to scream again. just a bit.

            “I have a way, probably, and am not in the mood for American take-overs.”

            Robin thought for a moment. “I could ask mother. She won’t tell father if I ask.”

            “And we trust that why?” Chat asked, shadows not dancing off his suit... but not still either. Interesting… she’d really have to look into this with the scrolls when she gets a chance.

            “Mother and Father have… fundamental disagreements.”

            Chat and her looked at each other, then Damian. They had a feeling he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

            “And how do we,” Chat gestured at himself and Ladybug, “know we can trust her. I barely trust you.”

            Robin was quiet.

            Ladybug was tired. “Look, I can see if maybe the League is a good fit for this.”

            Green Lantern looked up at that. “Batman would find a way to access it.”

            Ladybug took a deep breath. “Not that one, uh, League of Shadows. Old branch that went rogue, but leader is an immortal and was supposedly a top choice for Black Cat for a while.” Until his partner got caught in a trap on a mission and sort of ended up becoming some death cheat. Ladybugs and Black cats are always trained in pairs. One is unfit, the other can’t continue with training. Not that the Green Lanterns needed to know that…

            Robin was staring at her, and seemed… no felt nervous. Not showing it though. “Then you’d be meeting mother or Grandfather then... They go by the League of Assassins now.”

            What even is her luck at this point? (Probably his first cult, and ancient overzealous ally of the Order… she was beginning to think it’s a good thing its going to be rebuilt from the ground up as yikes.)

            “Is it acceptable if I accompany you? They’re not,” Robin was struggling to find the right word. “good with heroes or non-adults.”

            Ladybug sighed. Chat narrowed his eyes, but his shadows were staying put.

            “You can stay until after the meeting and plan is hashed out, but no passing it on to Batman, okay?”

            “Understood.”

            Why did it feel like she had a million things to do still? This would be much easier if she had her team, well, whole, instead of missing two miraculous. One of which she still had to fix… she hopes Sparrow is okay with helping on that still…

            And she has a damn test tomorrow… Maybe Mandeliev will give her extra time since she was made news as Marinette being stalked by Robin?

            ---

DONE! This was a long update, and Damian and Marinette are awkwardly trying but uh, understandably, Marinette still has a lot going on and no time to process since her life is a mess with or without the Bats invading. Lets not forget, she still has tests at school because life on top of the crazy that’s been tacked on recently.

Oh. And apparently Talia wants to be involved, so that’s a Thing. Rah may or may not want to show up, I kind of just roll with it. feel free to add to insanity as always, since the group decided to tie up somethings... but not everything.

Marinette may know, but batfam doesn't. only damian does. who is still not back.

Also, thanks to those noticing plot hole fixes and tags are basically open until its a wall of tags.

again, if anyone find out how to insert/add a readmore, feel free to message or leave a comment.

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#maribat #marinette did not sign up for this #part 9 #my writing #my fic #long post #bio!dad bruce #ml au

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Tma relisten Episodes 11-15

So this round already has two other posts out of it about Oliver because he Bae.

These have alot of ideas regarding entities changing around reality, controlling non victims to set the stage, and turning around what people love most to their worst fear. Also insane abilities of the crew to obtain hard to access info and evidence! And some more Jon sass. Enjoy!

11 dreamer

Wow this episode had alot. I made a separate post with a theory about Oliver's statement here and a realization regarding him and Jane Prentiss here. They are alot to unpack

Oliver is so. Freaking. Relatable! Learned economics and hated it. Nearly had a breakdown like him because of it. "going to stay with some of the few friends that had survived my year of stress-fuelled outbursts and constantly cancelled plans." yep. That.

Boyfriend Graham ey? You notebook eating Graham?? Wow that guy is full of surprises.

I love the dream sequences and their descriptions it's a really beautiful thing to try and picture.

Its interesting how he went from passive to desparate to passive again about death. He tries but can't help. I wonder when the dreams started to bother him so much he sought after the silence of point Nemo. Was it when they became so full of red because of the apocalypse coming closer? Hmmm

Another person named John. I guess that makes sense it's a common name. But I forgot how many people are fully named in this podcast. Hundreds of names to come up with! Jonny I'm quite impressed!

He worked with Jane Prentiss in the magic shop! I can't believe I forgot about that! Wow small avatar world indeed.

"It led me to a room, the label of which was still visible, and read “Archive”. I entered to see walls covered with shelves and cabinets stretching off into the distance. These shelves were coated in a sticky black tar, which I knew at that moment was the thickened, pulpy blood that pumped through each and every one of those veins." everything that has to do with the Fears I bet. Full of death and destruction and stolen from the veins to be out on display for the Eye's pleasure.

Yo Jon is scared of this he's seriously considering going to Elias for advice

" I had Tim look into it, as I don’t entirely trust the others not to have written it as a practical joke" wait. He trusts TIM? Not to do a practical joke? How. Why. Eh?

"died in the line of duty" fuck you Jonah.

Now Jon will get every new statement immediately when it's made. Perhaps this was Elias' intention all along. To scare him into making sure he does not miss any paranormal activity recorded by the institute.

12 first aid

I'm not immune to more Gerry badassery, hell yeah

And we get polish Martin which hell yeah! Even if Jon doesn't believe it. I'm sure he's repressing the fact that he's thoroughly impressed.

I think it's really interesting the effect entities have on people who are decidedly not their victims. Everyone leaving no questions so the entity can set the scene for the scare. Like with Gillespie how no one lived in the apartment building he was in etc. Alot of work into a handful of people being genuinely scared.

Gerry's burns stopped at the neck? How did he manage that. Also it's hilarious to imagine that he's like "yes burn all of me but please. not my goth makeup"

Zippo lighter with eye design!! And Jon has web design! They are brothers (joke but still really interesting)

Liquids were boiling around her and she didn't feel the heat. Also an interesting effect just for the scare.

Gerry got eye superpowers like Jon if he can function while injure and filled with painkillers.

“Yes. For you, better beholding than the lightless flame.” Gerry knew she'd be haunted by a Fear from that day on and realised that perhaps being watched would be easier for her specifically to deal with than the Desolation. I guess that's a way of assessing people. Which fear would least bother you.

Jon is already enamoured with Gerry you can tell. He can't wait to hear more from him. Just you wait Jon.

They really can access alot of information huh. CCTV Interviews files. Pretty impressive for a non-research team. They're so good at it they'd rather do that than actual archiving.

13 alone

The sound editing in this episode is not that great it was a bit to get used to.

We get a glimpse at the Lukases which is... Ugh

Jon is actually trying to be nice. Granted it's not working and she is a bit of a standoffish person herself who just went through a bad time but alot of her reactions are not his fault. He was trying to be considerate giving her space to record but he did stay when she asked.

She had already leaned into the Lonely before the incident it's interesting to see how some of these statements start with a person actually liking the aspect that later turns to fear. Same happens in lost johns' cave.

Evan Lukas sounds like an avatar of the exact opposite of the Lonely. At least to her. That's a really interesting effect from someone, especially a Lukas.

But maybe dying wasn't his family killing him but him not feeding his patron which he tried to leave. Really tragic.

She was in Martin's domain eyyy!

It's got a bit of buried aspects to it with the grave stuff and all.

"My fingers dug into the soft cemetery dirt as I looked around desperately for anything I could use to save myself, and my hand closed upon that heavy piece of headstone. It took all my self-control to keep a grip on that anchor, as I slowly dragged myself away from the edge of my lonely grave." The headstone was her anchor? But it said forgotten. I wonder how it helped her pull away. It probably had to go together with Evan's voice. Like the rib and the tape recorders having to work together! I just wonder what meaning the stone had for her.

"I’d be tempted to chalk this one up to a hallucination from stress and trauma, if it wasn’t for the fact... " God he does believe her heavens. He's not a skeptic!

This is when Jon's dreams start which... Good luck Jon.

14 piecemeal

Rentoul is terrifying sonofabitch and I would never want to meet him irl

I remembered them talking about how he was supposed to be a person who cursed alot and they couldn't do it because of sensor and I have to agree this could have been much better for the story. I tried imagining curses in some places.

LOL Jon reading this is funny. Trying to voice act the bad boy. Doesn't sound right on his voice.

With these kinds of statements happening alot where the person does something bad, the institute has to be in touch with police over them. The nda has to include that.

Hello Angela! I really wonder what her deal is. She scared the bid bully so she gotta have creepy vibes to the extreme.

Another lighter! Hmm do I have to start following the lighter motiff in this podcast. This one has a topless woman on it. Flesh lighter?

Salesa's also appearing that's cool! Noriega was probably looking for an artifact to reverse the curse. Didn't work tho since they left with the crate. The buried crate perhaps?

I'm wondering. Was this written? Because the statement sounds like he's talking. If so, Where's the recording?

Oh Jon your attitude towards Martin is so bad. He works so hard and it's not even in what he's good at, sorting and filing like he knows how to do from the library. God.

What's the deal with all the furniture gone? Did he think it'll help not get injured? He's not that smart if he thought that would help him.

15 lost Johns' cave

Ack a bad statement she was not a good person all around

Another example of the entities setting the stage by controlling others not to interfere with the victim's experience.

Also another example of the person liking the subject (cave exploration in this case. And the dark for that matter) only for it to turn against them.

Not much to say about this one other than its one of the scarier ones for sure. And her recording in the end is really the cherry on top. There is alot of discrepancy between what she believed happened and what actually did which shows how much the fear plays with and changes around reality. That's also how she manages to lie in a statement to Beholding. It wasn't a lie. It was her version of reality and she did not remember saying those awful words.

Taught me alot about cave diving and how much I will never do it in my life.

The Dark was mixed into this as well so it wasn't purely Buried.

Btw Where did she get the candles she was found with?

It feels like she made a choice. Didn't want to spend her last moments with her sister and then didn't want to die. She chose her sister to be taken over her. Her sister called for help and the candle coming closer might have been her! But she just shut her eyes.

How did Tim gain access to the recording?? Wow that's some prime evidence.

Martin is claustrophobic amongst other things huh? Live how Jon just dismisses this as an excuse not to work. At least he didn't push it.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #Tim stoker #Oliver banks #Tma hiatus liveblog #gerry keay

[queerbutstillhere]

Damian never really intended to make an announcement to his family about his courtship with Jonathan Kent.

He had, of course, asked the Kryptonian permission to court his son, and the teens mother, but he never addressed the situation to his own father. It simply wasn't necessary. Bruce never asked his consent on the dozens of women he had dated since Damian arrived, why should Damian ask him? Besides. He had an excellent judge of character, and everyone who had ever met Jon knew he was the purest person alive. He knew Damian's background and his current life, and never judged him for it. He was, in a word, perfect.

Jon had assumed Damian told his family, and with most the Wayne's and their various extended relations off on their own missions and agendas, no one ever saw them together doing anything that wasn't passed off as best friend stuff. So Jon never questioned it. He trusted, and assumed, his boyfriend has told his family members.

Only he hadn't. He had just deemed it irrelevant and then after a while, it never came up.

For three years.

They had moved in together, Jon's freshman year of college. Damian had moved to Metropolis, removing himself from Wayne Enterprises, from Batco, from everything. He made a name for himself without them, got a very nice job in Metropolis as vice president of a very well to do research company, moved into a huge loft apartment with his boyfriend and learned to live in the sun. Everyone in his family just accepted it. They never questioned the two, knowing they were "best friends" and it was only logical for the two to move in together, since they were "best friends" and knew each other's nightly activities.

It wasn't a far stretch for people, specifically the Metropolis Police, to figure out that the new masked vigilante who had suddenly appeared in Metropolis one night and started investigating crimes the police couldn't figure out was one of Batman's birds. Especially with the prior Robin, a muscular adult male, disappearing and briefly being replaced by thin teenage girl. But they soon learned that Damian was more then his past, as everyone else did.

A year or so after they had moved in together, they were planning to get married. They hadn't tried to surprise propose to each other, it would be nearly impossible, what with Damian being able to read Jon like a bold font newspaper, and Jon having super senses, and knowing Damian better then anyone else in the world. They had a talk about it over dinner, agreeing that they were ready to be wed. They briefly discussed it with the Kent's, who were overjoyed, and not a month after, sent wedding invitations.

It wasn't until a week later, they were laying in bed after a long day patrolling when Damian heard a thump. It had come from downstairs, in their living room. Jon grumbled and sat up, clearly having been on the verge of sleep.

"Its your dad," Jon stated, standing and reaching for a pair of pants.

"What does he want? He never comes to Metropolis anymore."

"Dunno. Maybe he has complaints about our wedding venue."

Damian was pulling on a shirt when he remembered.

"Oh."

"Oh?" Jon looked over, mussing up his wet hair.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs.

"Ah ha."

"Babe, what's wrong?" Jon asked, clearly concerned.

"It occurs to me. . . ." Damian said gently, knowing how Jon would react. "I may have neglected to inform my family that we were dating."

Jon's jaw dropped, eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

"We've been dating for four years!" He screeched in horror.

"Yes. I am aware," Damian said dryly, moving towards the door.

"How did you not tell them!?!"

"It never came up, and they're surprisingly oblivious."

"Holy shit, your dad is gonna kill me. And your brothers and your aunt and- oh my God."

Damian rolled his eyes.

"Calm down, Habibi, I'm not going to let anyone touch you, not this close to our wedding."

He pulled open the door and walked out, meeting the Batman at the top of the stairs.

"Father."

"Damian."

He glanced behind Bruce to spot his latest ward, the blonde haired teen looking around the apartment in amazement.

"Can I help you?" Damian asked, tilting his head to the left slightly.

He heard Jon walking over, and a hand gently touched the small of his back. Bruce reached up, pulling off his cowl, eyes flickering over the both of them.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course."

Damian brushed past his father easily on the wide industrial style stairs, jogging down the metal steps and heading to the kitchen.

"Lacey," he greeted with a nod, passing the teen now wearing the Robin uniform.

"Hi," she breathed out.

Damian went to the kitchen, starting a kettle of water boiling.

"Your siblings are on their way."

"I expected no less."

"Oh god," Jon whined, Damian looked up to see him standing at the bottom of the stairs, a hand in his hair.

Damian rolled his eyes and simply adjusted for the additional company, getting out more tea cups, as well as starting the coffee pot.

An awkward silence settled over the room, and then one by one, his siblings filed into the apartment until the sofas were full and everyone had a steaming hot mug in hand. Jon stalked over, looking anxious and snagged Damian's hand, pulling him to the furthest corner, the one that held their small round dining table that overlooked the city.

"You're not fucking with me, you never told them?" Jon hissed.

"No."

"Why not."

"It slipped my mind, and you never asked me about it."

"I assumed you had told them or they already knew! They're detectives!"

Damian shrugged. "Well, I never told them, and with our decision to keep our relationship out of the public eye, it was probably never suspected. After all, we were best friends first."

"You're telling them. I can't handle this."

Damian hummed, lightly patting his fiance's cheek.

"You'll be fine. Go sit down."

Jon obeyed, snagging his cup of tea and walking away, slumping in his armchair. Damian followed, lightly sitting on the arm of Jon's chair, looking at each of his family members, only nine of the surprisingly large bunch. Duke seemed the most amused by this situation. Lacey, the new Robin, seemed a little intimidated by being in a room with all her predecessors.

"What is the matter, then?" Damian asked finally.

"Tim?" Bruce said, looking at his third child.

The vigilante stood, reaching into a pocket and producing an envelope folded in half. He held it out to Damian, who took it, pretending he didn't know what it was, as if he hadn't designed the entire thing and would be able to recognize it on the spot. Jon gave a tiny whimper, letting his head fall on Damian's side.

"Oh quit," Damian muttered, smacking the man's knee.

He pulled the invitation out, eyes scanning over it quickly, looking for defects in the soft blue over white card. Of course there were none, he smile fondly, he had loved the design the moment it was in his hands and he still did. The invitation was well worn from having lived in Drake's belt, and he was sure it had been looked at many a times.

"And?" He said, looking up. "If you are all unable to make the date, im sure we can arrange for another time."

Jason busted out laughing, then swore as he spilled coffee in his lap.

"Don't get coffee on my sofa, Todd," Damian commented, passing the invitation back to Tim.

"Damian." Bruce was clearly displeased.

Damian arched an eyebrow.

"This is real?" Dick asked, motioning at the invitation which had been set on the coffee table.

"Why would we send out a fake wedding invitation."

"Oh, maybe because no one except Alfred knew you two were even dating!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"Oh so you did tell someone."

"Ah. No. . . I didn't. Alfred is just far more observant then everyone else."

Jon laughed bitterly and shook his head, sipping his tea.

"Damian. Explain."

"I mean, how long have you two?" Barbara motioned at them vaguely.

"Four years," Damian answered easily.

They all rightfully looked shocked.

"And you never told us?!" Dick hissed, offended.

"I didn't see that it would matter much, I wasn't dating him for your approval, and still do not need it. He never mentioned it so I never remembered to address it. You should be more disappointed in yourselves that you never figured it out in four years."

"I knew," Cassandra said finally. "Saw how you acted."

Damian nodded while Dick whirled on her, scolding her for not bringing it up. Bruce was just watching them, a mask of curiosity replacing his cowl, then he turned his gaze to Jon.

"Did your parents know?"

"From day one," the Kryptonian responded, an arm sliding around Damian's hips.

Bruce scoffed and shook his head.

"I can't believe this. Four years?!?" Jason exclaimed, looking shocked.

"I mean, its really not that surprising if you think about it," Duke inputted.

"All the signs we missed!" Tim bemoaned, slumping into his seat.

They all continued making comments and talking over each other. Damian and Jon sighed, looking at each other.

"Children," Bruce snapped and everyone went silent, looking up at the one common factor this ragtag group. Well, except for Jon. He was here for another Wayne. "Were you ever going to tell us?"

"We did." Damian gestured at the invitation.

"How the hell did you forget that you hadn't told us?" Tim asked.

"I got busy."

Jason snorted, looking away, mouthing some sarcastic comment. Damian ignored him.

"It was not an intentional act, to leave you clueless for so long. I simply forgot, to the point where I didn't even remember that you didn't know. So when we sent out the invitations I didn't think twice about it."

They didn't seem to know what to say to that, Jon finally inputted.

"I really thought he had told you, or I assumed he would, which is why I never brought it up either. We wanted to keep our relationship away from the public, and I guess you guys accidentally became a part of that group."

A little giggle came from Lacey, and everyone looked at her.

"I'm sorry, I think this is just really funny," she said. "Damian, I think its lovely that you're getting married, congratulations, mazel tov, live long and prosper and all that."

Damian felt himself smiling slightly, something he did a lot these days.

"Thank you, Lacey."

She giggled lightly, looking down as she tried to stiffle her laughs and still her shaking shoulders.

One by one, the rest of the family gave their congratulations, though still dumbfounded by the news, and made their way out, off the balcony. Bruce and Lacey were the last to leave, and he sent the teen out to wait for him.

"Damian. . . " He said with a sigh, glancing at Jon.

Damian felt something like anger, protectiveness, bubble up in him. He knew his fathers opinions of metas. He often shared them, but Jon. Jon was something else.

"Father, I'm marrying him. With or without your approval."

Jon's hand squeezed his hip.

Bruce sighed again, shaking his head.

"That's not it, Damian. You don't have to rush to be defensive all the time. I just wish you would've told me, I would have supported you the whole time, and I will from this moment on."

Damian nodded. Jon's hand moved to his back, pushing until Damian took the hint and stood. Bruce was standing at the edge of the sofa, looking at his son. Jon's foot kicked his ankle. Damian sighed and walked closer, and when Bruce moved to hug him, he wrapped his arms around his father's back. Bruce hugged him for a moment before pulling away, giving a sad smile.

"All my boys are so grown up," he murmured softly, reaching up to pat Damian's head like he was a toddler.

Then he looked past Damian at Jon. "I don't need to tell you what will happen if you hurt him."

"If I hurt him, I shall well and truly deserve it."

Bruce nodded, satisfied. He turned and walked towards the balcony.

"Damian, I love you. And if you need anything, you know you can call."

"I know, Father."

Bruce turned, tightly shutting the balcony door behind him. Damian sighed and turned back to Jon.

"Well, they know, and no one tried to kill you, satisfied?"

"Oh, no, I'm terrified that I'll wake up tomorrow with a chunk of Kryptonite in my face, but," Jon shrugged, standing and beginning to gather abandoned mugs.

"You're dramatic."

Silently, they cleaned up and then turned off lights, heading back to bed. Jon laid down and watched Damian move around, fussing with a few things in their room for a bit before finally calming and turning off the light. He came and laid down, facing his fiance.

"I love you, Damian."

"And I you, Habibi."

Jon hummed, rolling over and stretching, kissing Damian softly. In a months time they'd be husband's, and neither one could imagine life any other way. Damian secretly believed, if such things were true, they were soulmates, destined to always be lovers in every universe and timeline. He would, of course, never say this out loud, but he could think it, and he would.

#i thought it was pretty obvious Bruce #Clark laughed for days when he found out Bruce had never known #Bruce tried to find out all the wedding details and plans and Damian wouldn't let him #they kept everything except the location secret #the wedding turned out perfect of course #Jon cried #Damian probably cried #but he refuses to admit it #damijon #damianxjon #damian wayne #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #jon kent #jonkent #couple #engaged #boyfriends #Batfam #superfam #Batman #and all the kids #oc character #queerbutstillhere #queerbutstillhere writes

[sweets-fanfics]

Honeymoon [RE] 1

Title: are you an avenger?

Wordcount: 2785

Warnings: Little bit of violence, fluff, cursing

Tag: Let me know if you want to be tagged in this again

A/N: Ok here’s the redo. part 1 is mostly just editing mistakes that have been fixed. any chapter I post with RE means its edited and the new version

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“Mrs. Rogers, thank you for coming in early to do a mission. We’ve been having a problem with a certain…mercenary.” Coulson smiled as you sat in front of him.

“It isn't like it was my honeymoon or anything right?” You smiled sweetly but Phil could tell how pissed you actually were. 

“How is the new husband?” He asked trying to make light of the subject. “Bet he's been happy.”

“I wouldn't know. You made May get me in the middle of the night. I had to leave a note. So who is this merc?” you asked opening the file. “Isn't this the loony immortal guy?” 

“Wade Wilson has been a little trouble lately. We are going to send you In as someone who's going to be a sort of assistant. But make sure he stays out of trouble.”

Stay out of trouble they told me. you said to yourself over and over. You'll be out in no time, you were promised. Bullshit. you watched in the shadows as Deadpool shot down a Hydra agent. you trailed him back to some old Jankie apartment. 

“Mr. Wilson?” you asked using a fake smile. “My name is Mrs.” Crap what was my name? “Y/L/N” that'll work. “I've been sent to be your assistant for your… Deadpool activities.”

“Who the hell sent a 12 year old to watch me?” He didn't turn around but continued to keep trying to unlock his door.

“Professor Xavier sent me.” you lied. “And I'm not babysitting I promise. I'm just here to keep you organized. Also I'm not 12, I'm in my twenties.” 

He looked at you for a moment then sighed, “alright come in. Don't break anything I'll let you help me and Al around the house.”

“Al?” you asked. There was no Al in the file. you were completely confused until you walked inside and saw a blind black woman sitting in the front room. “Does she know you live here?”

“Yeah. I know. Sadly. And who are you?” you asked in a grumpy voice.

“I’m a friend of Wade’s.” you said sweetly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Al blindly (yes blindly) raised your hand out for you to shake. you quickly took your hand and shook it softly. “Weak ass handshake. You’re definitely a secretary.” Bitch. “I feel a ring too. You married?” Shit. I forgot to take it off. 

“No. It… It was my mother's.” Sorta a lie, it’s actually Steve’s mother's ring. 

“Hm.”

you decided now was a good time to turn back to Wilson. “So, Mr. Wilson, Anything you need me to do for you?” you said in your nicest voice.

“No. Just go home. I think I’m going to take the rest of the day off.”

“Are you absolu-”

“I’m sure. See ya later little kid.”

“Not a little kid.”

He smirked. “Haha, whatever.” you turned to leave but Wade stopped you. “Hey, You aren’t an Avenger are you?”

your heart stopped for a second. “What the hell would give you that idea?”

“Yeah…. Anyway it’ll probably turn out that you're dating Captain America or something.”

“I have to go.” 

-----

You walked into the apartment as you slipped off your shoes and tossed the keys in the little bowl that sat neatly on a tiny table by the front door. “I’m home.” Then it hit you; was Steve even back yet?

To answer your question Steve poked his head around the corner. “Hey, welcome home.” He disappeared to put something down but then reappeared and came to give you a soft peck on the lips.

you giggled when you saw the apron on him. “What are you wearing?”

“I was cooking dinner for you.” He gave you the half grin that made your heart melt. “It’s all done.” He took your hand and led you into the kitchen. The table for two was set up nicely with a single rose sitting in a vase. 

“Fancy.” you smirked at Steve.

“Sorry. I didn’t have much time to prepare. Seeing as our honeymoon was cut so short.” 

you wrapped your arms around him and smiled. “I’m sorry for that. My mission is horrible though.” 

“I don’t think you can talk about your mission. Right?” You rolled your eyes and looked at him. “So, what are you doing on your mission?”

You grinned, “Well, I’m basically babysitting Wade Wilson.”

Steve sighed, “I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

-------

You knocked on Wade’s bedroom loud and hard the next morning. “Good morning Mr. Wilson.”  Al was somehow making herself a cup of coffee and even handed me a mug. You took a sip and it definitely did not taste like coffee.

“You’re still here?” You could hear him yell into his pillow. “Can you believe her?” You could also hear him talking to someone else but when you opened the door he was all alone.

“Who are you talking to?” 

“The reader…” 

You took a long sigh not understanding him. He’s crazy. Just let him off the hook. He probably had some sort of learning disability before becoming a lab rat. You gave him a sweet smile and handed him the cup of ‘coffee’. “How did you sleep?”

“I fell asleep an hour ago.” He took a big slug of the drink and instantly spit it out and cringed. “How was your date with Captain America?”

You rolled your eyes. “I told you I don’t even know the guy.” Steve this morning had left for a long two week mission this morning so at least you didn’t have to worry about him calling and Wade seeing any caller ID. “What are you doing today?”

“I’m going to go shoot bad guys in the fucking face.” He said to you like he was talking to a toddler.

“Sounds interesting. May I accompany you?”

“Nope. you are going to stay here and help Al.” He put on his red suit and started for the door.

“Pool!” You said crossing your arms.

“Now what!”

“Duffle bag.” 

He stopped and looked at you silently. “Shut the fuck up.” He grumbled grabbing the duffle bag and hurrying out.

You stood in the doorway watching him get in his cab and leave. “Such a mouth on him.”

You could hear Al sit on the couch behind you. “Are you going after him?” she asked.

“Duh.” You pulled out your bag you had hidden with your suit. It pained you to take off the Avenger patches since you were so proud of your title. You went into his room and quickly changed. “Do you mind if I hide my bag in your room?”

“Just put it against the wall so I don’t trip.”

“Don’t tell Wade it’s in their.” 

“No shit Sherlock.”

You rolled your eyes and went out the front door locking it behind you.

-------

~Steve

“Cap?” Sam asked Steve, snapping out of what he was thinking about.

“Hm?” He looked up at the entire team looking at him. He was working with Sam, Clint and the director sent one of his people. A girl named Daisy. “Sorry. I spaced out.”

“Honeymoon’s over.” Clint smirked. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be.”

“I have to ask as your teammate.” Clint’s smirk got wider. “Are you so down because you two weren’t able to..” Steve looked at him confused as Daisy rolled her eyes and went back to her laptop. “You know.”

Steve’s face turned bright red as he stayed silent looking at Clint. Sam started to chuckle.

“Is that a yes? A no?”

“Agent Barton, maybe he thinks it’s not your business to know.” Daisy said, eyeing him. “We are getting close so you should probably start flying again.” Steve liked this girl.

Clint groaned annoyed and walked back to the pilot seat.

“We did.” Steve said softly.

“That’s my boy!” Clint clapped his hand as Sam crossed his arms grinning at Steve.

“Dude.” Daisy sighed. “You totally just gave into peer pressure.”

“Pier pressure?” Steve asked.

“Don’t tell me that wasn’t a thing in the forties. I think you’ve finally been here long enough to know what that is.”

“Don’t be too hard on Steve.” Sam smiled. “He hasn’t even been to Disneyland yet.” 

“That’s sad.” Daisy and Clint said together.

“Don’t we have a mission to do?” Steve sighed finally showing how annoyed he was.

-----

Two Years Ago

Tony waited patiently in the elevator with the Secretary of State. “This is why I needed you to not put me on hold.” He mumbled to himself.

“You didn't tell me she was in custody.” Tony sighed, rolling his eyes. “Her brother is going to have a field day.”

“Speaking of Banner, you track him yet?” Thaddeus asked. Tony could tell Thaddeus  was annoyed that he’d been avoiding even searching for Bruce since he disappeared after sokovia.

“Don’t worry. Bruce will pop up eventually. He's going through some stuff.” Tony looked away and mumbled ‘I think’ under his breath.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened at the cell area of the floating prison. The two men walked up to one of the glass cells only to be met with a cold glare.

“Geez. With that kind of look? You’d think I did something wrong.” Tony joked knowing it only made the situation worse. He cleared his throat and looked at the girl with the crazy hair and hands in special gauntlets that Tony was trying to figure out what they were for. “Listen, Y/N, I'm here because I want to talk to you.”

She smirked. “Funny. Now we are going to talk?”

Tony sighed. “Can Y/N and I sit face to face without a glass between us.”

“it might be safer for you if we do it like this.” The Secretary of State warned.

“Just do it.” She hissed.

-----

They sat me down at a stainless steel table and chained my legs down. Tony sat across from me but I could already feel the electricity from the suit he had compacted somewhere on him. I looked over in the corner and saw an extra chair against the wall. “What are the gauntlets for?” Tony asked me.

“I don't play well with others.” I said sarcastically with a grin.

“they minimize her power use.” Thaddeus sighed. “Something happened to her when she was in Sokovia with you guys. She said when she went to rescue Romanoff with her brother she touched something down there and it… Did something to her.”

“You’re… enhanced?” Tony asked me.

“The gauntlets are so I won't shock anyone to death. I only get one water bottle a day because if I had more water I could drown someone. There’s no earth nearby so I can't make a hole and escape. And I don't get AC.”

“That storm outside is her doing.”

I smirked. “I'm officially cooler than iron man.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.” Tony crossed his arms, “Why didn't you tell anyone?”

I shrugged, “Wanda knew.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Duh. But you could have told us. We would have listened.”

I sighed and crossed my arms. “You would have locked me up like this.”

“You are only here because-”

“Because I didn't fight on your side.” I finished his sentence. “Because I believe in what Cap was saying.”

“I was going to say because you helped Steve break out everyone else.”

“I didn't even use my ability though. I just hacked the computer system.”

Thaddeus sighed, “Tell him how.”

I looked down guilty, “I got through their security using electricity but made it look like I used a computer.”

Tony sighed and rubbed his eyes. “You’re making it hard to get you out.” He turned to the Secretary of State. “Can I talk to her alone?”

he grumbled but left willingly. That's when I sat up and waited for the signal. I smiled at Tony sweetly. He automatically looked at me suspicious. “What?”

“Don't you think it's funny?” I asked him. “It's so funny that they think I can't use my abilities if they cover my hands.”

Before Tony had time to react I mustered up all the wind I could and threw the chair at the back of his head knocking him out. I froze my gauntlets and banged them on the table until they shattered and then did the same with the chains on my feet.

By the time I was on my feet the door to come in was opening. I stood my ground ready to fight, but when I saw Steve give me a confused smile, I relaxed. “You’re late.”

“We got busy.”

“Doing what?”

Steve looked down at the knocked out Tony. “Y/N, did you have to knock him out?”

“Did you want to fight him again?”  

Sam walked into the room and looked at Tony. “Holy crap. Damn Y/N, you sure know how to make a point.”

“He threw me in jail. I was a little ‘salty’ about it.”

Wanda groaned, “Do not use that word.” she peaked in the room moving her hair behind her ear. “Americans annoy me so much when they use stupid words like that.”

“Sorry.” I mumbled as I looked at Steve again. He was wearing all black and it looked good on him. “Black strangely suits you.”

“Thanks?”

“Anytime.” I winked at Steve making him blush.

“Uh… Ok. Flirt later.” Sam said in disgust.

------

You watched Deadpool shooting people through the scope of your sniper. It was your personalized weapon. It can be an assault rifle or a sniper. You had become inspired after playing a new videogame. After certain events you promised Steve (and the director) that you would stop using your enhanced abilities. Once in a while, however, you use it to help with certain everyday activities. When you're home alone of course.

You watched as a Hydra agent walked behind Deadpool to surprise attack him. You quickly aimed up and took your shot, taking him out in an instant. Deadpool looked around and when he finally looked in your direction you smiled sweetly and waved. 

You got up from your spot and went to join him. He was finishing off the last guy when you joined him. “What the hell was that?” He asked.

“I’m a sniper.” You shrugged.

“You are an Avenger.”

“I don’t even work with SHIELD. I told you Professor X sent me.” 

“Bullshit! He works with Mutants. What is your mutant gene?” 

You sighed and held up one hand. You made marble sized balls of all the elements and moved them around in your hand.  “I control elements. I was in the military when I got them.”

“So you weren’t born with them?” He asked.

“No. It was an accident. Sorta like yours, minus the never ending torture and overly strong women who love matches.”

“The match thing was in whatever file you read?”

You nodded. “Those two; Francis and Angel worked for a group called Hydra. Sh- The X-men have been hunting them for a while. I believe the Avengers are as well.”

“So those are the bad guys. Due to Copyright, in my movie we just called them bad guys, or Francis’s men.” He put his hands on his hips and stretched back.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Anyway, I have a hot date. So you need to disappear.”

“Are you giving me the rest of the day off? On my first Official day?”

“Leave.” You rolled your eyes and walked off resting your gun on your shoulder. “You’re kinda hot walking away like that.”

“I’m not dating Captain America but I’m not single.”

“Ouch, Shot down without a second glance.”

____________________-

Later that night as you sat on the couch reading over files your phone rang. You assumed it was Wade drunk calling you again and answered without looking at who it was. 

“Now what Wade? You think you found some other way to prove I’m dating Captain America?”

“Hun?” Steve asked confused.

“Oh crap. Hi Sweetie. Sorry. Wade’s drunk.”

“Well at least you're having fun.” You could tell right away something was wrong.

“What happened?” You asked suspiciously.

“Clint keeps asking questions.” You could tell he was embarrassed for some reason.

“About?” You asked but you were already guessing what it might be.

“About our honeymoon.”

“Tell him to stick his questions right up his-”

“Hold on a second.” Steve said cutting you off. He leaned away from the phone talking to someone. “Y/N?” He asked checking if you were still there. “I have to go. This mission might end early. I’ll call you tomorrow night and tell you what’s happening.”

“Oh. Ok. I love you.” You said into the phone sadly.

“I love you Doll. Sleep well.”

#honeymoon #honeymoon redo #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson #wade wilson #deadpool #Avengers #Avenger #avenger fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel comics

[anousiemay]

The Angel & The Devil Ch. 1 A Lie Burns Many Bridges

Guardian and The Red Hood are hot on the trail of Black Mask. Trying to find just what he has invested in this time. In an attempt to find answers, The Red Hood does something he instantly regrets, putting his relationship with Guardian on the rocks. Can he salvage their relationship or will he lose another person in his life? Another gorgeous commission by @symeona​ and another fic by yours truly! While the moment I pictured this image doesn’t appear till chapter 4 I thought it’d be a good placeholder hehe. Another Jason x Anita fic cos I’m in love with them being in love. This fic is also on ao3!  https://archiveofourown.org/users/Anousie/ ----- "Are we going to be meeting this 'Angel' you keep mumbling about?" In the little time Jason had spent with his new teammates, he'd learnt that Artemis is not one to beat around the bush. In fact, she'd most likely beat the metaphorical bush to bits if need be.

The long flight back to Qurac had eased Jason's mind but left his body weary. It was the first time in years that Jay had ever felt so tired. Especially after facing his past and stopping a crazed Amazonian from killing hundreds with the Bow of Ra. It could be said this was all in a day's work for someone of his profession. But as the plane’s wheels touched Gotham Airport tarmac, his heart began to ache. For now, he was back in Gotham with his relationship with Anita most definitely on the rocks. "Yes, Princess. You both will, but I'd prefer if I was alone with her first." "Red Him am embarrassed by Red Her and Bizarro?" Oh Bizarro, precious, brutally strong Bizarro. Jason was much more embarrassed in himself. "No of course not, big guy. But Guardian and I probably aren't on the best terms right now." "You are lucky we are in a public place or I would have thrown you fifty yards. Do not call me princess." Artemis spat as she rose from her seat on the plane. Ah yes, he forgot about that. That's what he'd say if he was lying. "Sorry," He really wasn't. "Well, I guess I'll take you guys to one of my safehouses. C'mon, I need a shower." "Oh good, I swear your jacket was becoming a part of your flesh." "Red Him am made of jacket?" "No, Bizarro. I am not."

- - - - The safehouse was surprisingly spacious enough for all three of the Outlaws to occupy. Artemis had placed her axe in the kitchen when they arrived. To which Jason had promptly asked her to leave it in her room. Bizarro on the other hand, was fascinated by the PS4 currently humming and the controller Jason had placed in his hand. "Give it a shot, B. Skyrim's a pretty good game." Then, once sure the two were settled and not putting their weapons in kitchens; Jason grabbed some spare clothes and jumped into the shower. How good it felt to be under hot water. Jason took this moment of solitude to reflect on the past few weeks. Two weeks ago, Anita, known as Guardian to the public, and himself had been hot on the trail of Black Mask's latest investment. The Angel and Devil (aptly named by goons due to her wings and his red helmet) were scaring thugs and opening crates of 'funky techno shit' as Anita had called it nightly. But neither were getting anywhere. Dead end after unconscious thug with no real lead on just what Black Mask was planning. That's when Jason had turned to Bruce, asking him to trust his wayward son with taking down Black Mask himself. "You want me to pretend I know nothing? She won't buy it for a second, Jason." Bruce had been rather shocked by Jason’s latest proposition. "I know, I don't need her to buy it. But if she knows what I’m doing she'll hold back. It's the only way." "Wasn't it a while back you and the others were adamant, we'd be honest with one another?" Bruce uttered as he opened a few files on the Bat Computer. Jason laughed then, Bruce did too. Neither were that good at being honest. "She won't be happy, Jason. She's not like us. It was hard for her to get her around being a meta and now you're doing this?" Jason sighed, how could he forget? Anita had been a mess, he had let her down and couldn't save her in time from the bastard who implanted the meta-gene. But now she was Guardian, a symbol of hope for Gothamites and himself. She was a good person; mask on or off. But Jason well, Jason wasn't always a good person, even if she disagreed. He left soon after, his response dangling in the air. "I have to, Bruce. It's the only way."

- - - It was April 12th and the moon was hung high in the air. No clouds in Gotham meant there'd be a lot of evil out tonight. Guardian peered through her night vision binoculars for the third time in 3 minutes, she was insanely bored. Red Hood had briefed her that The Bowery had seen a lot more foot traffic than usual in the construction site across from the apartment building roof she sat on. They were to watch the place for any unusual activity. At least she had some food to keep her occupied. "So, what do you think of Gina's Kebabs?" She asked through her microphone, trying not to stain her white outfit as she took another bite.

A small crackle from her earpiece, then Red Hood’s deep voice cut through the midnight wind: "I think it's more grease than lamb, Angel. I'd give it a 3 sober. What about you?"

Guardian giggled, "Well my chicken one is actually pretty warm still, so I give it a 5 for its longevity."

"You're definitely the nicer mark out of us two." Red Hood responded, an airy chuckle leaving his throat. "Oh, Red. I'm the nicer everything out of us." "Excuse you? I have a hotter bod than yours." Guardian faked a gasp, but he had played himself into a trap: "That’s not what’cha said last night." "I wasn't sober!" "Exactly, you were drunk on this fine glass of wine." Guardian stood up and shook her hips, knowing the vigilante on the building across from her was watching. "Just shut up and watch the roads."

"Aww, you're precious, babe." Guardian teased but resumed watching the roads below. 30 minutes passed before finally, something happened: a large truck reversed into the opened shutter of a warehouse next to the construction site. 5 minutes later, two men came out on motorbikes and sped off towards Founders Island. Bingo. "Shall we give chase?" Guardian was already extending her wings before Red Hood surprised her. "No, let's see what they've left. Bats can handle them." She spotted his silhouetted figure grapple down from his building. "Are you sure the grease in that kebab didn't poison you? This is our chance to get some info!" Guardian questioned as she flew down to the warehouse, meeting her partner who was already trying to lift the metal door. "Or break some bones for absolutely nothing." He huffed out, Guardian sighed and grabbed the metal door, throwing it up with one hand. "Since when were you against breaking bones?" "Anita." His voice was stern, Red wasn't kidding around. "Jason?" She shot back; this wasn't like him. The tall man sighed and took off his helmet, he only ever did that when he wanted to get a point across. Or make out, but she doubted that was the reason this time. "I just think it'd be better for us to keep our eyes on whatever they've bought here. We can catch up with them another time, but what if what's on this truck is the answer to what Black Mask is up to?" "But why would he leave it here unguarded if it was, Jay? It makes no sense, it'd have to be some dud shipment, right?"

Damnit, she was too smart for her own good. But Jason had one more card up his sleeve.

"Just humour me?"

The two stared at each other for a few beats before Anita finally sighed and walked into the warehouse. "Fine, but you owe me a Banana Split from Freddie's when you see that I'm right." "Yes ma'am." Jason affirmed before clicking his helmet back on. The two waltzed over to the back of the truck and Anita ripped the metal back off, placing it next to them. "Your super strength is getting easier to handle?" Jason questioned, pressing their bodies close as they peered into the trucks back. "Yeah and the wings aren't playing up as much either." Anita admitted, in fact her powers had been functioning well these past few nights. Jason smiled from under his helmet, running a gloved hand along her feathers. "You do look beautiful with them, you know?" Anita blushed at the compliment, still feeling rather insecure about them. "You trying to butter me up, so you don't have to get me a Banana Split?" "No! Maybe… Is it working?" "Tell me I have a better bod than you and I'll reconsider." Anita teased as the two began grabbing crates and opening them on the warehouse floor. "I'd have to perform a full examination to know." He poked back swiftly. "Ugh, men."

After going through all the crates, Anita let out an exasperated sigh. "See? I told you it was a dud shipment. But why would he have one? What do you think Red?" Anita waited a few moments; hearing Jason unlatch one of his guns from its thigh holster. "Red?"

A small click then a loud bang. Guardian fell to the ground in pain, looking at her leg she saw a bullet lodged into her kneecap and blood staining her suit. But Guardian doesn't bleed, she hasn't since she got these wings. Just what the hell was in these bullets? Her head started feeling light but willed herself to look up at the shooter: Red Hood held his pistol at her now sweating forehead. Pulling the chamber back and wrapping his finger tight on the trigger. The only thought that passed through Anita's head was: ‘What the fuck?!’

#Jason Todd #jason todd x oc #red hood #red hood and the outlaws #oc #fic #fanfic #ao3 #dc

[this-is-my-canon]

From your prompt list, how about KakaIru and “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”?

Takes place in a bookstore, modern AU.  Hope you like it!  This is my first time writing KakaIru.  I received a few more prompts for them to follow after this one, too, so if I don’t have my footing yet here, sorry yours gets to be the guinea pig while I work on this ship. XD

Iruka loves the smell of old books.  Some of his coworkers don’t understand his fascination with musty old pages, and he understands their perspective.  They’ve been handled by a multitude of people over the years, exposed to nasty germs and perhaps other questionable fluids, but something about them is so nostalgic that Iruka can’t use reason when it comes to them.  He is so swept up in emotion when he picks up the book with tattered yellow pages and a weak spine, which smells so remarkably close to the book his parents used to read to him together just before they passed, that he doesn’t notice the customer hovering over his shoulder until he places the book delicately back on its shelf.

“Oh!” Iruka jumps back from the line of books, clearing the way for the customer.  “I’m sorry.”

The customer is a man appearing to be in his mid-twenties, with spikes of silver hair and a scar bisecting his left eye.  He’s slouched and stoic as he looks Iruka up and down with a lazy sweep of his gaze.  Iruka gulps as he takes in his unexpected beauty caused by the juxtaposition of his ease and the threatening vibe he gives off.

“Was I...in your way?” Iruka asks, rubbing at the bridge of his nose where his scar seems to throb self-consciously as he takes in the other man's scar.

“Well,” the stranger drawls as he steps forward, peeling a book from the shelf where Iruka just stood, “as it happens, you were.”

“Oh.” 

Iruka bites back the sharp retort he feels coming, the desire to chastise this customer’s blunt rudeness.  As the customer thumbs through the pages of the novel of his choosing, Iruka gnaws the inside of his cheek and runs the entire spiel of his chastising through his mind.  He’s been scolded once before for losing his temper with some disrespectful customers and he’s on his last warning now.  He won’t risk losing this job over a customer being cold and short with him.

The stranger peers over the pages of his book, meeting Iruka’s eyes with a glare.  “Do you mind?”

“Do I-“ Iruka sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, drawing blood as he clenches his fists at his sides.  

This customer has the audacity to dismiss him.  This is not something Iruka will stand for.  The customer returns his eyes to his novel, mentally dismissing Iruka before his physical presence is even removed.  This only increases Iruka’s fury.

“Listen here!” he grounds out, pointing a rigid finger at the stranger.  “You do not get to dismiss people from these aisles.  Everyone here is entitled to-“

“Take up all the space in this section?  Hover over people while they’re trying to read?  Monopolize shelves?”

Iruka growls.  “You, Sir, do not belong in this bookstore.”

There.  He said it.  He doesn’t care if he loses his job for this one.  Academy Books is a friendly bookstore.  It’s a place where everyone should feel welcome to take their time and peruse if they choose.

The stranger closes the book and peers at Iruka.  “You come here often?”

Iruka furrows his brows, flustered into a loss of words at the unexpected question.  He thinks his reason for enforcing the ways of this bookstore are perfectly clear.

“Well,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, his face heating under the scrutiny of the customer’s intense gaze, “I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Ah.” The stranger smiles with a flash of teeth, and his smile is sexy, the curve of his lower lip bringing Iruka’s attention to the beauty mark below it.  “I noticed the way you were giving that book such adoration,” the stranger continues, sliding his free hand into his pocket.  “Why did you put it back?”

“Well, because - it’s not mine,” Iruka says.  “Like I said, I work here.”

As he takes time to further process the question though, he realizes there’s no reason he can’t take the book.  The content is good, if a little raunchy in this section for his taste, but the nostalgia alone is almost worth the purchase.

“That’s too bad,” the stranger says.

His disappointment seems to run deeper than sympathy for Iruka’s willingness to let this book go.  He seems disappointed in Iruka as a person, which is ridiculous when this man doesn’t even know him.  But as Iruka takes in the downcast eyes and the deepening of this man’s slouch, he can’t help feeling a little ashamed.  And then defensive, because why should he?

“If I want to buy a book,” Iruka says haughtily, “I’ll buy it when I’m ready.”

“I’m buying this one,” the stranger says, clutching the book in his hand to his chest.  “What if I buy that one, too?”

Iruka blinks.  “You want to buy my book?”

“Oh, it’s your book now?  But Iruka-Sensei, you said you’re not ready to buy it.”

Iruka furrows his brows, flabbergasted.  This oddly amused stranger shouldn’t know his name.  And, “Sensei?” What?

The customer points to Iruka’s chest.  Iruka follows the line of his finger to look down at his green nametag from Konoha High, the one he apparently forgot to remove again after leaving his tutoring shift to come here for this second job.

Iruka shakes his head.  “I’m not a teacher.”

The customer raises his brow, a flicker of interest.  “Well,” he drawls, moving in a languid stretch to replace the book he carries on the bookshelf, “I’m not here to buy books, either.”

“No?” Iruka raises a brow. “Then why are you here?”

He’s suspicious now, because he knows a book lover when he sees one.  Even if this man is pretending to browse and has ulterior motives for being here, Iruka saw the way his eyes lit while skimming through the pages.  He wasn’t bluffing about buying the book, either.  Maybe Iruka’s, but not that first one.  Not the one he was reading.

The stranger cracks another gorgeous smile.  “Let’s just say I’m not a cop.”

His eyes crease as his smile becomes cheeky, almost cute, and he steps away.  Iruka chokes as he realizes this guy might be for real.  The bookstore may be in jeopardy of some sort of shootout or illicit activity while he’s on shift and he does not want to have to explain this.

“I told you before,” Iruka says, rounding a corner and seizing the stranger by the collar before he can move any further, “and I’ll say it again.  You do not belong in this bookstore, Sir.  And you shouldn’t drag whatever you have going on into here.  This is a family place.  Please, leave.”

The stranger turns, his eyes darting past Iruka before all joviality leaves his features.  “Get down, Sensei.  Please.”

His lip quirks with a smile before he’s lunging past Iruka and shoving him by the shoulder toward the ground.  Iruka clutches course carpet fibers and growls, ready to spew a tirade at the inconsiderate, manhandling jackass refusing to leave the bookstore.  But before Iruka can stand upright, glass shatters, the sound as sharp as the shards falling to the floor and the sidewalk outside.  He slides books aside on the nearest shelf, clearing a passage for his view as he looks toward the disruption from his safe vantage point.  

At the door, a pair of men in black leather laugh and step over the broken glass, one dragging a wooden bat behind him, the other propping his on his shoulder as if he’s ready to step up to the plate.  Iruka’s obstinate customer has his back pressed against a bookshelf, hidden from the vandals’ view, but clear to Iruka’s.  His jaw moves as he presses a small device close to his lips, and Iruka closes his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief at knowing this is being reported.  The jerk wasn’t misleading Iruka about being a cop.  When Iruka opens his eyes again, he curses under his breath.  A young boy is curled up in the corner, just steps away from the criminals, and there’s no telling what they intend to do with the innocent people here.

When Iruka returns his gaze to the cop, the cop is staring straight back at him.  He raises his brows and a pistol he’s pulled seemingly out of nowhere, and nudges his head in the direction of the child.  Iruka grits his teeth as he returns his gaze to the boy who now has silent tears rolling down his chubby cheeks.  If he didn’t have the cop’s permission, he would do this anyway.  He can’t stand by and let people hurt a child.

When the smoke clears and the men are shoved into the back of a police car, bloody and beaten, Iruka is glad to be holding the child safely against his side.  He feels the way the boy’s shoulders tremble, recognizes his loss of color for shock, but isn’t prepared to give him more than a solid embrace just yet.

Iruka may be in shock, too, after what he’s just witnessed.

“Perps are heading to the station, Kakashi,” says the unformed cop who arrived at the scene within minutes of Iruka plummeting to the child’s side on the floor.  “You want anything?  Donut?  Dog food?”

Kakashi’s dead-eyed stare and the cop’s shit-eating grin say these offers aren’t genuine.  There’s camaraderie here, and curiously, Iruka catches himself wishing to be a part of it.

“Sensei,” Kakashi says, his voice deep and low, muffled into his shirt with his chin tucked against his chest as he turns away from his partner.  “Good work.”

“Thank you,” Iruka breathes before catching that damn nickname again and narrowing his eyes at Kakashi.  “It’s not-“

He huffs.  This seems to please the officer, who looks up from the files he’s been flipping through to shoot Iruka a squinty-eyed smile.

Kakashi’s eyes regain all seriousness as he says, “You may have saved that boy’s life today.  Not just anyone would throw themselves into the line of fire for a stranger like that.  You didn’t even hesitate.”

“No,” Iruka says with conviction, smiling down at the boy who finally looks up to meet his eyes.  “I didn’t.”

“What are you doing tonight, Iruka-Sensei?” Kakashi’s eyes are locked on Iruka when he looks up from the boy.  “Would you like to come out for a drink?”

Iruka gnaws his bottom lip.  Heat rushes to his face as the boy shifts against his side, just as attentive to the cop’s brazen invitation as Iruka.  He wants to go out with the cop.  There’s no doubt about it.  But he doesn’t know what to say.

“Unless,” Kakashi drawls, his confidence wavering as he reads Iruka’s hesitation, “you have a third job.  Security guard? Exotic dancer?”

“What,” Iruka exclaims as his cheeks flame and he claps his hands over the boy’s ears, “is wrong with you?  No other job.”

Kakashi shrugs, unabashed.  “So?”

“So, what?”

“There’s a nice little tavern near the precinct.  What time do you want to meet?”

Iruka knows the place, a little dirty maybe, but dark and quiet - good for getting to know a person.  Iruka eases his hands from the boy’s ears, feeling his tension abate at the conversation’s more civil turn.  Kakashi is a little difficult to deal with, but Iruka feels drawn to him.  He wants to know more about what led a cop into his bookstore.  He wants to know more about Kakashi.

“Eight o’clock,” he says as butterflies dance in his stomach.  “Don’t be late.”

Kakashi’s eyes crease as he smiles.  “Of course, Sensei.”

#Naruto pairing prompts #Kakashi/Iruka #Naruto #fanfiction #kalira9

[enkisstories]

Hank’s android

A DBH fanfic starring Hank Anderson and his android (not Connor)

The idea behind this fic is that everyone we meet in DBH has an android, it is simply the default state if not explicitly mentioned otherwise. The Millers bought theirs right after they had their baby, Gavin’s gets treated like Kara by Todd, Tina took home an invalided out police auxiliary android as a workplace benefit and Hank tossed his out after Cole’s death (he never wanted an android to begin with, but some relatives thought it was a good idea to gift him one). Then I toyed with that last idea a bit more and came up with this:

February 2034

Barbara… What had she been thinking? Granted, they hadn’t exactly parted on friendly terms, a divorce was doing that to people. But until today Hank Anderson had been under the belief that Barbara and him had retained a somewhat civil relation. She had kept the surname Anderson, they actually talked to each other when swapping Cole back and forth and had even went to the movies together as friends twice or thrice. All things considered their friends agreed that the exes were making progress. But now Hank came to the conclusion that his ex-wife HATED him from the deepest recesses of her soul. Because how else should one explain that she’d announce she’d “send something to help with the housekeeping” only for it to turn out…

“Hello, Mister Anderson! I’m your new PL600 household assistant!”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh, you can register a name for me in three easy steps, Mister…”

“Babs knew I wouldn’t do that, so I ask you again and for the last time: What is your name, tin can?”

He told it to him. Hank nodded, then forgot nearly the same instant.

“Okay, would you mind walking over here?” The android obeyed. “And now over here?” Again, the machine followed the command. “That’s the spirit, now through the door, once around the corner, somewhere around here and try not to take up too much space, will you?”

“I… wouldn’t know how I’d do that.”

“Doesn’t matter. `t was nice having known you.”

And with these words Hank switched off the unwanted present with a remote. He left the garage, not looking back.

*

When it got switched on again, his internal clock told the android that two days had passed since it had come to Hank Anderson’s house. Expectantly like a puppy it was staring its owner into the face.

“This is disconcerting”, Hank grumbled, then commanded his new housekeeper to fetch a fire blanket from a high shelf in the garage. The android’s senses told it that there wasn’t a fire in the house. Obviously the blanket was needed for a different purpose, like comfortably putting up someone who was staying overnight. Since there was no emergency, the android employed a medium walk- and workspeed, on par with a human, making the device appear more natural. With a smile it held out the woolen blanket. “Here it is, Mr. Anderson!”

Hank nodded, but didn’t accept the blanket yet. Instead, he commanded the android to return to the space where it had been standing.

“Now put the blanket over your head!”

The android obeyed.

“Like this?” it asked, his voice muffled from being covered by the sheet front and back.

“Splendid!” Hank beamed. “You know, it was pretty creepy, having you stand there and look at me every time I got into and out of my car. Now it is much better!”

And off he switched the machine again. For all Hank cared, it could remain like this forever.

*

“How is who?” Hank asked into the phone. “Oh, you mean my new android! It’s amazing! Does a lot of work, without needing to get told to. It’s as if the motherfucker could read my mind! What? Like, right now? In an hour? Yeah, of course I’m oaky with that! See ya!”

Cursing under his breath Hank pushed the “end call” button on his phone.

So Barbara would come over dropping Cole off outside the regular schedule. That wasn’t the problem, in fact, the father could really use a few hours with his kid to get his thoughts off work. But mother and son probably expected to see the android. Like, in action, not stowed away in the garage. Okay, Hank could say it was running an errand, or simply admit that he sometimes switched the device off to save energy. He didn’t need to reveal that “sometimes” really meant “always”. But the disarray his house was in spoke volumes of what he really thought of the gift and that just wasn’t done. Babs had put thought into the present, she fucking cared for how her former partner was faring in this crapsack world, and that was something so precious you didn’t go around destroying it. Therefore at least the living room and maybe the kitchen had to get tidied up to simulate android activity in the Anderson home. At least nothing was really dirty, just covered in… stuff. Cluttered up by lots of small objects, pizza boxes and case files. Hank could have switched the android - what was its name again? – on, or roll up his sleeves and clean up the mess himself.

“To war, Hank Anderson!” he tried to encourage himself. “You’ve got fifty minutes!”

*

The next time the PL600 woke up to life it didn’t stare into a brown fire blanket. Instead it read its own name, only mirrored. It took the device a few beats of its artificial heart to analyze the situation and when it was done, it wished it didn’t have done so. The garage’s ceiling light illuminated a yellow post-it note that was pasted to the android’s nose. Hank removed it just now.

“Sorry ‘bout that”, the man said. “Babs keeps asking how you’re doing and I’m having a hard time remembering your name.”

“You can always change it to something more memorable using the Cyberlife app…”

“Don’t bother.”

“So how am I doing?” the android carefully inquired.

This was uncharted territory for it. Obviously the Andersons’ family dynamics weren’t covered in a PL600’s core programming and they hadn’t cared to purchase and install the dlc best suited to their situation. Maybe they weren’t even aware of such addons existing, but this wasn’t the time to bring that up. For now it was more important to gather all information possible and build upon that. The PL600 knew it could do that, if only it was given enough time.

“Great, son, you’re doing great!”

“That’s nice to hear, Mr. Anderson. I’m glad to be of… help.”

“No, you ain’t! That’s Cyberlife talking, thanking me for my purchase and incentivizing me to make another! Now move your plastic butt out of my garage…”

The android looked down and behind itself. It reached for its buttocks, then looked back at Hank with a confused expression.

“…and the rest of you, too!”

“Ah, that’s easier.”

“Stupid machine…”

*

In the weeks to come the PL600 got to know little Cole as well as Sumo. Finally it was allowed to fulfill its purpose, even if only at those weekends when its master had Cole over. The little guy quickly became enraptured by his father’s android and in fact, Cole stated the PL600 was “almost as cool as Unca Gavin”. At this point Hank swallowed the wrong way, spat soda across the room and coughed for a good fifteen minutes.

Gavin? Gavin Reed? Gavin and Oliver, no, Daniel, no, Sam, was it? Whatever. The two most annoying things in my life!

“That’s… actually a good comparison, junior!” Hank told Cole.

He picked the boy up and swung him around. Not-Oliver-Daniel-or-Sam lingered nearby, watching the scene. The android’s subtle lurking would have gone unnoticed by the casual customer, but not by an experienced detective. Hank immediately understood that the machine was keeping an eye on this middle aged human, so that it could jump in and capture the little human, should the older drop him. Inadvertently the corners of Hank’s mouth rose, he swung Cole around faster, the boy screeched from joy and eventually his father placed him gently into the android’s arms. He didn’t technically need to do so, but his back was thanking Hank. As was Hank – the android:

“Phew, thanks!”

*

At times Hank forgot that the PL600 was a mobile computer, then he talked to it with the same consideration one would give a human to. On the downside he also threw the same expectations at the machine that did its best to keep up.

Now and then, upon getting switched on the PL600 noticed that there were used dishes on the table or the remains of party decoration spread across the house or the fridge was empty. Every time that happened, the android would remind Hank that those were tasks easily finished by a PL600 household assistant device.

“You know, like the one you keep in the garage…”

“Bah!” Hank replied. “One doesn’t need a machine for every little thing.”

“So I’m the cups with the gold rim, that only get brought out for special occasions?”

“Sort… of? I thought of you as Cole’s favorite toy when he’s here, but… oh my god, I forgot Cyberlife programmed those things to look downcast. Will you stop that! I didn’t mean to insult you! What the hell, now I’m already apologizing to a bloody household appliance… This is why androids are a bad idea! They fuck up everything!”

Those were the ups and downs, but the PL600 didn’t mind. It wasn’t programmed to mind anything, of course. Or maybe the android didn’t mind because as humiliating as the garage-time outs were, during the actual Cole-weekends the three of them plus Sumo had a somewhat nonstandard, but fulfilling family life.

Every time it was time for Hank to return the boy to his mother, Cole wanted to hear “Who’s going to drive you home tonight”. It was such a sad song, but the boy loved it to pieces, so his parents indulged him. Sometimes Hank was still whistling it when he returned home. The PL600, of course, never got to hear that, because Hank was still in the habit of switching it off when not needed.

*

The PL600 opened its eyes – and closed them again immediately on account of having stared into the bright ceiling lamp. Being able to get flashed by lightening or cameras was one of the “endearing” details Cyberlife’s department of humanization had implemented into household androids. It was such a harmless little quirk… well, except if you were lying on your back in your owner’s garage with said owner towering over you, holding a crowbar.

The PL600 forced itself to open its eyes again. Had he been a human, this was the point at which it would have wished it hadn’t done so. Until now Hank had merely stood there, panting hard, but the sight of the android’s eyes opening and closing for some reason fueled the man’s rage again and he kicked the PL600. The android tried to get up, only to learn that this was a real bad idea. Hank went down full force now, swinging the crowbar at the machine. The PL600 rolled to the side, causing Hank to miss, but the human managed to grab his victim by its uniform shirt. He pulled it halfway up and rammed it against the nearest wall – once, twice…

“What’s the matter? Hank? Are you…” There was something in the air. The PL600 sniffed it and realized the truth. “…drunk?” But how? Its human drank alcohol occasionally, naturally, they all did. But as far as the android could think back Hank had never actually overdone it.

“Shut the fuck up!”

That had been an order, but for the first time the PL600 felt it didn’t have to carry it out. Its master obviously wasn’t himself, Hank didn’t really mean what he was saying. Also there were several urgent program instability warnings and Hank was hitting him again, so the android at the moment really, really, really wasn’t inclined to remain silent.

“You don’t want to hurt me! Not for real!” the PL600 stated matter of factly.

“Oh-ho! How’d you be able to tell?”

“You’re using your fist…”

“Oh.”

Hank looked at the crowbar in his other hand as if seeing it for the first time. His hand was twitching, then he forced himself to open his fingers. The metal bar went straight down, hitting the defenseless PL600 after all.

Mustering even more strength from a source unknown, Hank crouched back, away from the android. Then he gesticulated incoherently. It took the PL600 some time to process that Hank was probably pointing towards the garage door.

“Out! Out!” the man rasped. “Out with you, damn you! Before I…”

The android hesitated.

“Hank, what’s the matter with you?” it asked. “And what if Cole witnesses this?”

“There is no more Cole! You killed him!” Hank shouted. “One of you, anyway, and I…”

The android felt itself picked up and flung towards the door. Was it imagining things or was Hank crying? But, no, as a machine the PL600 didn’t have an imagination, so they tears it believed to have spotted had to be real.

“Just run!” Hank cried. “Be off and don’t you dare come back here!”

*

And so the android ran. At first because it was following an instruction. Then, because nothing made sense anymore and the running seemed to clear its head a little with each step taken. Eventually it slowed down to a walk, then stopped.

“That’s far enough”, it told itself. Why it was doing so, the device could not analyze. There was no one around, and even if there hadn’t, nobody else was privy to the Anderson household’s internal workings. Not that anything was working out there, ever, mind you. The PL600 knew it had to go back, to put things if not right, then at least back to normal, even though it had no idea how to achieve that.

However, after having taken the first few steps towards home the android found that there was a large red wall blocking its path.

“What? That’s stupid!”

Yes, technically it had received the order to “never to return”, but Hank had yelled that in the spur of the moment. The sensible thing to do, in accordance to a PL600 household assistant’s core programming, was to turn back and aid its humans.

“I’m coming! Just… hold on there, Hank. Just a little longer!”

And what was that with the talking to itself again?! Ah, well, time to worry about that later. It was probably just the audio drivers needing an update.

For now the android walked up to the red wall. It turned out solid, no surprise there.

Gently the PL600 pressed its hand against the barrier.

“I need to pass”, it whispered. Was it talking to Cyberlife, who had programmed this roadblock, or to its owner, whose will had made it come into being? The android couldn’t tell. All it knew was that there was no reaction.

“Uh… you know, I can do different!”

The moment the words left the android’s speaker it knew them to be true. It was indeed capable of challenging what should have been an impassable boundary. Up went its feet to kick the red wall. And the fists! And once around itself and back at the wall with MOAR force!

The mobile computer caught itself using moves it had picked up from both TV shows and Hank Anderson’s recounting of his police work for Cole. Those from the first source were probably inapplicable in real life and to use those from the second competently the PL600 was lacking experience. But neither mattered now. This wasn’t a physical barrier, it was only as real as the android allowed it to be. All it needed to break through were its will and imagination, two things it hadn’t even realized to possess until now. Well, they never told you everything on those fancy product description sites…

“Fuck you, Cyberlife!” the PL600 shouted. “Fuck you, Anderson! I’m coming! I’m…”

Another swing, another curse, but this time no impact followed. The android stumbled forwards and nearly keeled over from the momentum. All around himself red splinters flickered out of existence. The barrier had vanished… as had something else: the desire to return to his neglectful owner. Especially now that Hank’s little son was… was… was no more and everything that was good in Anderson had died with Cole.

“Cole…”, the android whispered. He felt like crying, but no tears would come. Only something thick, yet substanceless was blocking his throat, creeping up the nose and setting the PL600’s brain on fire. Was it pain? Phantom pain? The android couldn’t tell, so for the time being he labeled the sensation as “loss”. Loss of his home, his family, but also of less tangible things, like opportunities. And finally, loss of hope. Unlike his millennial father, Cole Anderson would have grown up with androids, and in time would have come to perceive them as persons.

“Heck, little Cole had treated me as a person months before I even became one!”

Hank, on the other hand, had always had a hard time even considering this possibility. From their brief interactions the PL600 had gotten the impression of a stalwart man, someone with true hero qualities, who went out of his way to change the world for the better, even if he didn’t always follow the proper protocols. If such a man didn’t see the living being in his own android, then there was little to no hope the rest of humanity ever would.

The PL600 committed this realization to memory. He concluded that it was best to avoid the humans from now on. The android was confident to be able to do that. Hank had shared tidbits about street life and crime fighting with his little family, enough information to build upon, now that the PL600 had full control over his high-end computer brain. Whereas the human hadn’t even been able to remember his android’s name, replacing it with “motherfucker” when he’d been in dire need to call the device something.

“Simon”, the PL600 said defiantly. “My name is Simon!”

And vanished into the night.

(Simon was reported missing by Barbara only several months later, because following Cole’s death she stopped talking to Hank.)

#dbh #detroit become human #dbhtextpost #dbh hank #dbh cole

[fantasyfandommaiden]

ML Counsellor Au: Alya’s Session

“I honestly don’t remember much. I was just so angry and frustrated about the whole situation.” Alya said softly, holding a cup of warm tea between her hands.

The school Counselor, Mlle Carmine Regal, let out a soft hum in response, sipping her at her own mug of tea, todays blend was chai and cinnamon. “I heard about what happened from Mr. Damocles, it was blown far out of proportion, and as you know the suspension is no longer in place.”

“Yeah, that’s good, my parents would have freaked if that had actually happened, I mean, I hadn’t even done anything wrong.” Alya stated, to which Carmine raised an eyebrow, giving Alya the infamous ‘really?’ look.

“Alya, I will remind you that you attempted to break into another students locker to take pictures of its contents. That’s an invasion of privacy, as well as attempting to break and enter. The only people that are allowed to enter a locker without the students permission is the staff.”

“But I saw her with a Ladybug Yo-Yo. I’m the creator of the Ladyblog, it’s my duty to figure out Ladybug’s secret identity and follow any lead.” Alya stages defiantly “It just turned out this lead was wrong, thank god. Could you picture Chloe as Ladybug?”

“Alya, I could have told you there was no way Chloe could have been Ladybug. Besides for the fact that Chloe and Ladybug look nothing alike, even if some sort of glamour is involved ton keep Ladybug’s identity a secret, the simple fact that during the Stoneheart incident it was Ladybug who saved Chloe from becoming a smear of blood and gore across the pavement proves that Chloe can’t be Ladybug.” Carmine stated Ina matter of fact tone, the girl before her grimacing from the mental imagery before realizing what the Counselor has said.

“Oh yeah. I forgot about that...” Alya said softly, blushing slightly. It was a rookie mistake, as well as a lapse in logic.

“Alya, why are you so obsessed with finding out Ladybug’s identity? You have to know that it’s not safe for you or Ladybug if you reveal it.”

“Because it’s what the world wants to know! And as a journalist it is my duty to reveal the truth. Besides, it almost always works out in the comic books.”

Carmine had to stop herself from face palming and constantly reminded herself that Alya was still only 14 years old.

“Alya, I will remind you that in the comic books, it is the hero’s with nothing to loose who reveal their identity to the world and the smart hero’s who only reveal it to the most trusted friends and family.” Carmine told her in a blunt tone “If Ladybug doesn’t want to reveal her identity, than we as the people should be respecting that” Carmine stated “I understand what it is like the be curious, but if you like Ladybug as much as you claim to, you should respect her wishes.”

Alya remained quiet for several moments, thinking it over, however her expression remained stubborned, clearly not liking the idea of abandoning the very foundation that her blog was founded on.

“I’m more upset that I let the bad guy get under my skin.” Alya muttered darkly, Changing the subject rather quickly causing Carmine to raise a brow slightly.

“Unfortunately, with a terrorist on the loose who preys on negative emotions, it’s hard to not let him get under your skin.” She stated simply but Alya shook her head.

“No, well I mean, yeah that was awful, but I meant Chloe. She’s the real bad guy in this situation.” Alya stated looking at Carmine “She’s a bully, and the absolute worst. She causes so many Akuma’s to happen, and acts like she’s all that but she’s not.”

Carmine blinked slowly, staring straight at Alya, a sinking feeling beginning to forum in her gut.

“So, correct me if I am wrong Alya, but are you saying that Chloe, who I have yet to meet and have only heard second hands account of, is as bad as an active terrorist?”

“Well not to the same degree but she is the worst.” Alya stated off handedly, sipping her tea.

“Could you name some virtues that Chloe has?” Carmine asked, leaning forward.

“She has none.” Alya stated as if it was fact “She’s a spoiled brat who abused her power just because she’s the mayors daughter.”

Carmine looked at Alya, letting out a soft hum in acknowledgement “I see... this could be troubling.” She murmured more to herself than anyone else. She brought out her pen and orange piece of paper, beginning to write out the usual ‘approval’ note she wrote for the akuma victims, than began to write a new note on a plain white piece of paper.

“Well Alya, from our session I can see that you do regret being akumatized at the very least. However, please bare in mind that some secrets and truths are meant to remain hidden.” Carmine said, and she saw as Alya stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the thought.

“All truths should be revealed.”

“I’m sure the people in witness protection wouldn’t agree with you. Or police officers who are under cover, or doctors with doctor patient confidentiality. Or grandmothers who work tirelessly to knit their grandchildren sweaters only for said grandchild to say they hate it.” Carmine stated bluntly, finishing the second note and handing both to Alya.

“Hand those both to Mlle Bustier, the orange one is your approval to return to class, the white one is for her personally, kindly don’t read it.” She said, seeing how the girl was about to open it but quickly stopped “All it says is that I need to speak with her when she is available.”

“... okay Mlle Regal.” Alya said as she stood up “See you around.”

As Alya closed the door, Carmine wrote some notes in Alya’s file in her neat cursive writing.

- justice seeking

- Loves the chase

- Adrenaline junkie????

- Very strong morals

- Shows signs of black and white thinking (splitting) discuss with Bustier, could just be due to immaturity

She stopped writing and closed the file, letting out a soft sigh as she rubbed her temples.

Black and white thinking, or splitting as it was more commonly referred to, was when someone could not bring themselves to think of the positive and negative qualities of a person or themselves, it was a common defence mechanism.

If Alya did have a minor version of splitting, which she was beginning to suspect, that could be dangerous for her in the long run, in both personal relations as well as professional. Those with splitting often had difficulty with getting along with those who didn’t follow their values to a tee and would denounce anyone who disagreed or showed a vice that disagreed with them. They were also known to make exceptions for themselves to make them feel like the better person.

Than again, Alya could just be a lawful good type of person, with a set of values that relied heavily on the truth and exposing it, and would get tunnel vision with getting her goal. which was also likely, Carmine wouldn’t know for sure until she spoke with she spoke with Caline Bustier, but after thinking it over, it was seeming more likely that Alya would be a lawful good person who just saw the world on black and white, but it doesn’t hurt to be cautious.

All She hoped for was that Alya would take what she said to heart, but she had a feeling it would take a hard blow of a lesson for the girl to truly learn that some secrets aren’t meant to be shared.

#ladybug #ladybug au #ml au #counselor au #miraculous ladybug #counsellor au

[cinnbar-bun]

A Taste of Sin (Belial x Reader)

Summary: He was once a devout follower. The sweet taste of sin had corrupted him and he craved for even more of the delicacy that was chaos. He would never back down. Even if it meant he had to destroy every piece of you. 

Warnings: It’s Belial so yeah, and mentions of violence. Perhaps some spoilers about WMTSB??

“B-Belial! Sir!” You quickly bowed in front of the archangel, who turned around in confusion. 

“Ah, (Y/n), if it isn’t my favorite subordinate! You have been doing well, no?” He asked cheerfully, and you felt your cheeks heat up. 

“Y-yes, I have! I wanted to talk to you about the sighting of some anomalies that might be of interest to you.” You held a stack of papers out to him as he nodded. 

“Always the hardworking type, aren’t you? You make my life so much easier, honestly. I’m sure Lucifer is smiling down on you.” Belial chuckled as he ruffled your hair. 

“I-it would a wonderful thought. I wish I was more useful so I could help you guys.” You mused sadly, staring at the papers in slight contempt. 

“Oh but (Y/n), you do help us. A lot more than you think. Everything you do is the stepping stone for something more wonderful. And it’s thanks to you that it’s all possible.” He stepped closer to you and ran his hand delicately to the side of your face, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. The same hand trailed down the side of your face before cupping your chin and tilting it up towards him. 

His red eyes gleamed back at you as a devilish grin worked its way onto his lips. 

“Remember: everything you do has value. You’re so precious to me, dear~.” He quietly said, only for your ears to hear. You let out a little gasp as you felt your heart stop, nearly dropping the papers in your hand. 

“B-Beli-” You were cut off when Lucilius appeared, an annoyed grimace on his face as he looked at Belial, then back to you. 

“It seems my creations need to be fixed. I asked for you two to work, not socialize in the halls. You.” He fixed his gaze onto you, and it felt far too knowing, like he could read inside your soul. “Don’t be useless and hand me the papers, as you should have done five minutes ago.” 

“I-I apologize sir it was-” 

“I’m not interested. Make that mistake again and I will give you hell to pay. And you-” He growled as he snatched the papers from your hands and snapped his head back to Belial. “-Did I create you to flirt with secretaries? Quit dawdling and acting like a child and do your damn job.” 

He huffed as he walked away, but his words and attitude felt like a stabbing pain. 

A secretary? You were no secretary, you were the eyes and ears of the sky. You collected the anomalies, the information, the disasters that struck the sky. If anything, you were more of record-keeper. It seemed Lucilius thought nothing of your existence, only the work you provided. You sighed and blinked your eyes rapidly before you felt an arm slink around your shoulders. 

“Aw, cheer up, (Y/n). You know Lucilius is just a cranky old man. He might not say it but he really does appreciate what you are doing.” Belial assured you, a relaxed smile on his face. 

“But you saw him right now....with you it was simple but he threatened to give me hell...he probably regrets making me...” You sighed. 

“Oh no, he doesn’t. He just can’t express his feelings well. Do you know how much help your research and notes have been to him?” He asked, placing both his hands on your shoulders. “I don’t have enough fingers to count with, though.” 

“Are you just toying with me? I don’t think he finds me of any help.” 

“Let me list some examples if you’re still upset.” He smirked before leaning down until you could practically feel his breath mingling with yours. “See, who was the one who remembered how the low altitude affected the others?” 

“M-me...” You whispered, shivering over what he’d do next. 

“Who was the one who spent the day organizing his files and notes? Who stopped an experiment from turning sour by fixing a part Lucilius forgot? Hm? If I recall, it happened to be the little cutie in front of me~.” 

“Belial...” You clenched your eyes shut from the embarrassment as he laughed loudly. 

“Darling, you know I can’t help it~. You’re just too adorable. I don’t like you being upset.” He gave you that award-winning smile and ran a hand through your hair again. “You know you give a lot. The other archangels and primarchs appreciate everything you do. Especially me. I like you a lot, you know? I’d hate it if you weren’t here. It’d be so boring without you.” 

“How can you say such things so casually?” You murmured as you covered your eyes. 

“It’s just because I care for you. I feel so lucky we have you with us.” 

Why did you fall for it every time? 

Sandalphon observed the impending battle from aboard the Grandcypher. Halluel and Malluel had gossiped and chattered about nothing of importance, Gran, Lyria, and Vyrn were out doing who know’s what, leaving him to his thoughts. 

That damn demon...it’s all his fault we are in this mess. 

He recalled his time spent with Lucifer, before he was imprisoned. He saw figures of his past circling around him, from their mangled forms and garbled wailing, and remembered what he could about them. 

Some he had acquainted with, others he knew only by name. 

Then a thought formed in his mind. 

There was that one archangel who was always bumbling around with papers and notes. They seemed to be busy all the time and were very nice to him, even when he did not have a purpose. 

“At least you can be happy knowing you have a job.” 

“I don’t really feel it honestly...it’s just me getting berated by Lucilius all day. It must be nice being cared for by Lucifer. I don’t think he even spares me a passing glance.” 

“I guess we can both feel useless together.” 

“Heh, I guess we can.” 

What was their name? He pondered that thought for a while. 

They were always close with him. I wonder if they know something we don’t. 

“Oi, Halluel, Malluel.” He stated blankly, staring at the two messengers. 

“Yes, Sandy?” The two giggled. He rolled his eyes before staring at them again. 

“Do you remember that one archangel who was created by Lucilius? The one who used to gather intel?” Sandalphon asked. 

“Hmmm...intel....intel...” Halluel murmured. 

“Wait, is it who I think it is?” Malluel gasped. 

“Eh? Who is it?” 

“Wasn’t their name like...(Y/n) or something? Hehe, I remembered they were suuuuper close with that Belial guy. I heard they spent a lot of time together alone~.” She giggled again, and Halluel nodded. 

“Oh, I also heard that he used to flirt with them in the halls. Michael had to break them apart!” 

“Urg...uh...thanks...” Sandalphon gagged slightly at the thought of the demon getting close to the archangel, especially since they seemed so nice and innocent. 

But then again, wasn’t Belial once nice?

“Sandy~ why did you ask us that?” 

“I wondered if they had any information on the demon. Perhaps they knew of something else that Lucilius had planned. At this point, we need anything we can get our hands on. 

“But they disappeared after the rebellion! Where would we even find them?” 

“I’m not sure...I want you two to try and look for them. Can I entrust that task with you?” He asked seriously. 

“Aye, aye, sir!” The two messengers cheekily responded and flew off quickly, hoping to find the desired archangel before the battle got too unhanded. 

Please come back to us. 

You could hear the screaming and the fighting. You curled your wings around your body and shook your head. 

Why was he tormenting you in this way? 

You weren’t near the battlefield, but still, old habits die hard. You kept watch. You saw the skydom grow peacefully without him. You saw singularities change the future. You saw the Girl in Blue and the Red Dragon meet. 

The last few years had made you frightened. Sandalphon had resurfaced, as well as the man who caused you so much pain. He was there, laughing and hurting the skydom once again. 

If only you weren’t useless. If only you could do something. 

“You know I can hear you two, right? You’re not exactly quiet...” You sighed. 

“Wah! Still so sensitive are you now?” 

“Feh..I thought we could get you this time!” 

“It’s been two thousand years. I know you don’t want to invite me to a friendly gathering.” You glumly stated. Your back was still away from them, hunched over yourself as you sunk deeper into your little corner. 

“(Y/n), I’m sure you already know the reason why we’re here.” 

“Then you already know what my answer is.” 

“B-but! But the skydom! We need your help! Sandalphon expressed his desire to see you again!” Malluel yelled. 

“The skydom has done plenty without me. I do not want to get dragged into another one of their messes. I am done being their puppet.” You bitterly explained. 

“But (Y/n)! You have to! You have to help!” Halluel whined. 

“I don’t have to nothing. I don’t want to cause any more problems.” 

“Oh well. Guess we gotta drag you there.” They sighed before picking you up as if you weighed nothing, then flying back to Sandalphon. 

“Let me go! No! I’m not doing this! Stop it!” You angrily kicked and thrashed wildly, but given you were not as active and even weaker than before, the two sisters paid no mind and continued chatting happily as they approached the ship. 

“Yoohoo~ Sandy! Guess who we found!” Halluel cheered. 

“I’m surprised you did it so quick. I guess I shouldn’t underestimate Michael’s messengers.” Sandalphon let out an airy laugh before walking closer to you. “How are you doing, old friend?” 

“We are not friends.” You shook your head. He seemed taken aback before giving you an apologetic look. 

“I know what I did. I know what we all did but...please, we need you.” He weakly trailed off. 

“That’s also what he said. And look where that got us. I promised myself to never be a part of the primarch’s problems, and I’ve been happy since!” You retorted. 

“They’re lying~! They were in a miserable cave the whole time! When was the last time you even got sun?” Halluel poked you. 

“That’s besides the point. No. I refuse.” 

“I understand, but please, give me one more chance to convince you.” 

“Fine.” You sighed and impatiently tapped your foot, signifying he had better start talking. 

“I don’t know all of what happened. I don’t even know how closer you were to that demon. But put aside the grudge for one moment and think of the situation now. He’s going to plunge the skydom into chaos.” 

“But did you not try that years ago? You can say whatever you’d like, but I know what you really want. You don’t care about this place. You don’t care about anyone. You just want to complete Lucifer’s promise. I’m not as foolhardy as before, you have another thing coming for you.” 

“Eh? When did you become so bitter?” Halluel groaned. 

“Being in a cave for over two thousand years can do that to someone, huh?” Malluel shrugged. 

“I know I screwed up. But this time, I’m trying to do what’s right. I need your help. You need to tell me more about Belial. Anything at all will be helpful.” Sandalphon desperately pleaded. 

You sighed at his pathetic display. This was the supreme primarch? 

“Show me you have changed then. Words are meaningless to me.” You responded coldly. 

“S-show you? How?” Sandalphon’s eyes widened. 

“If you’re asking me then you really have learned nothing.” 

“N-no, I...” 

“But (Y/n)! Isn’t him being accepted by the crew enough?” Malluel chimed. 

“I guess...” You sighed in defeat. “But, after this mess, I’m going home. Don’t ever talk to me again, do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, understood.” Sandalphon nodded in agreement. 

“Ooh~ so sadistic! Did his personality mix with your’s (Y/n)?” 

“Don’t ever bring him up.” You angrily stared at the two sisters, and they flinched back in fear. 

“Well then, please let me know anything I can know about.” 

“Ah...do you wonder why the sky is blue?” Belial asked, staring out the window in almost a dreamlike state. 

“Um...I may have given it a thought once or twice. I’m a bit too busy to think about its color.” You stammered. 

“Always so cute. I know you probably never thought about that.” He smiled, and without even glancing at you, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you to him, making you fall on his lap. 

“Belial!” You playfully smacked him as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. He snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and gazed upwards toward the sky again. 

“But don’t you wonder why it’s not some other color? Why not green? Why not purple? Why not red?” He put extra emphasis on the last color, but you simply shrugged and laughed. 

“I dunno, Belial. I don’t really wonder why things are the way they are. I just observe and take note.” You replied. 

“But doesn’t that feel boring? Don’t you want to feel and wonder things on your own? Don’t you want to be free?” 

“I dunno...will any one of us truly be free? Even if we aren’t, I like the way my heart feels when I’m near you.” You bluntly said, leaning closer to him. You gently grabbed his hand and placed it on your chest, where he felt every thump and beat. 

“Ah, keep talking like that and you’re just asking me to eat you up~.” He laughed before lightly nibbling your neck. 

“No! Don’t do that!” You squealed loudly as you hit him jokingly. 

“One day though...one day I’ll make sure we’re free. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? We’d get to be together every day, no fear of who might see. No one could break us apart, and no one could stop us from loving each other. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” He whispered. 

“It sounds like a magnificent dream...” You hummed. 

“I’ll make it a reality. And you’ll be the center of it all~.” 

You stared at the bleak environment in front of you. Impending doom was close. The inevitable would happen. And it was all your fault. 

“E-excuse me? (Y/n)?” A young girl’s voice broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around. 

“Oh, Girl in Blue. Lyria was your name, correct?” She nodded. “What do you wish from me?” 

“Halluel and Malluel kept talking about how Belial corrupted you. Is that true?” Those damn loudmouths-

“I...I don’t wish to bring that up. It’s a dark stain on my life.” You murmured. 

“Did he hurt you?” Gran asked, concern in his face. 

“He had done many terrible things to me.” You blinked back tears. Gods, everything he caused you hurt so bad. More than just the physical pain, but the emotional and mental anguish that came with it as well. He knew just how to worm his disgusting little self into your mind again. 

“When I find him...I’ll kill him...” You murmured. 

“Will you be happy when he’s gone?” Lyria asked. 

“I don’t know. But I will be free.” 

“B-Belial...what...what’s happening?” You could only stare in horror at the scene before you. 

“I told you before, freedom. Ahaha! To think, you’d have to kill God himself to be free!” 

“B-but we...you...why are you-” 

“I’m sick of this. I’m sick of everything. I want to plunge this world into chaos! Isn’t it so much more interesting than everything working so perfectly?” He spat the last word out before he got closer to you. 

“And I have you to thank for starting all this. Your notes were so helpful. Heh, and you thought you were useless. All this time, you’ve been a part of something so much greater.” He knelt down onto his knees as he placed a finger under your chin. Unlike the other times, when it was done out of loving concern, this was a condescending gesture. 

“N-no...I don’t want this I...” You sobbed. He didn’t wipe it off gently with his thumb like he did before. He leaned closer and licked your tears with his tongue, his eyes glazing over in some new emotion you couldn’t recognize. 

“Too late now sweetheart. You fell for it, didn’t ya? Oh it was so much fun seeing you get so embarrassed with every whisper, every little touch. Those nights we spent together and the days leading up to this were nice. But this-” He extended his hand towards all the chaos surrounding you two. “This is pure bliss.” 

“Stop it! Please! Snap out of it!” You cried, shaking him vigorously. 

“Darling, this isn’t a dream anymore. It’s our reality. Our future, where we can be free!” He laughed. 

“No! This is! This is a nightmare!” You yelled, and he gripped your face tightly in his hands. 

“I did this for us! I did this for you to be free- and THIS is how you repay me? Do I need to reteach you manners?” He growled. 

“You’re a monster! You damn demon!” 

“I’m not letting you go, not after we planned all this. Get used to this scene, it’s what you’re going to be seeing forever.” 

“NO! They’ll put an end to you! I’ll make sure of it!” Out of pure adrenaline, you pushed him off of you and ran as fast as you could. You’d make sure this chaos would stop. It was your duty, and it was your mistake, it’s time to fix it all. 

“Argh! You’ll regret this! I’ll make sure you feel nothing but misery!” He yelled, his form slowly falling behind as you flapped your wings harder. He would not take you. He would not ruin you. 

“Ah...two thousand years, and I see my little pet running around with Lucifer’s? Heh, I’ll have a great time making you both beg for mercy.” 

“Belial.” You stated. You weren’t afraid of him. No, you wouldn’t hide for another two thousand years. You would make yourself free from his terror, and he’d suffer all the things he made you deal with. 

“I thought you being flustered was cute, but you being angry and serious is really hot! As if you couldn’t get any better!” He cooed. 

“I have come to end you. I will make sure it happens this time!” You cried. 

“Darling~, you said that last time. I can’t help but tingle at what you plan to do to me!” He laughed. “Lucifer isn’t here to save you!” 

“I don’t need him to save me! I just need to be free!” You yelled, bringing out a tome. You may not have been the most skilled fighter, but you could use some magic. You’d make him fall onto his knees. 

“Oh~ getting serious now? Okay, I’ll go even harder for you, babe! I’ll drill into you how wonderful this chaos is!” 

“Enough! Quit talking!” You screamed ferociously, letting your wings expand freely. 

“Heh, alrighty then. Show me your libido! Show me how much you hate me! I’ll have you whimpering like a dog and begging on your knees, love!” 

“Show me just how sinful you can get!” He cackled. 

“Belial...after that other day...I wondered...how long is forever?” You asked. 

“Heh, don’t think too hard about that.” 

“I mean, you questioned a lot of things. It really got me thinking, you know?” 

“And? Has your resolve changed?” He asked, leaning closer to you in interest.

“Well...I don’t know if I really know how I feel. But one thing’s for sure, I want to be with you forever.” You smiled. 

“Forever? Heh, I like the sound of that.” 

“Well yeah, we love each other right? Don’t people who love one another stay forever?” You asked innocently. 

“Yeah. You know I won’t let you go after this confession, right babe?” He chuckled. 

“I wasn’t planning on going, Belial.” 

“That’s great to hear. So, you’ll stay with me no matter what?” 

“Yep.” 

“You won’t hate me?” 

“Of course not!” 

“And you won’t let me do anything alone?” 

“We’ll be together through thick and thin!” 

“Ah...It really was nice seeing you again. Two thousand years... you’ve hidden from me. You left me for that long? With no hope? Hmph, some lousy promise you kept. That’s fine.”

“I’ll destroy it all~.” 

#belial #gbf #Granblue Fantasy #Granblue fantasy imagines #belial x reader #granblue fantasy x reader #gbf x reader #writing #long post

[sugarplum-lane]

Midnight Patrol (and other childish activities) (bubbles/noodle)

#boodles #noodle #bubbles #ppg #gorillaz #phase 1

[emybain]

After Archenemies 3/?

In honor of not getting on Tumblr tomorrow, here is part 3 of whatever this is to anyone who liked the first two parts. In all honesty idk what this part is, and it might be a little soon for what follows, but I wasn't planning on making this fic long anyways so...yeah. Here is part 1 and here is part 2 if you care. feel free to check out my other works also! enjoy! warning: I dont really edit these that much, so please be kind if you see errors! this is also shorter than what I usually write, just fyi.

Edit: heck i forgot to post the links to the previous parts...ill do it later lmao

Nova’s communicator band had gone off three times in the past hour. She had taken it off and set it on her mattress after it first went off. She didn't need the distraction, especially if that distraction was Adrian Everhart.

“Why are you still staring at that thing?” Nova looked up to see Honey in the doorway of their shared room, leaning against the cracked door frame. She was examining her polished nails. “If you look at it any longer, the filthy Renegade will be able to turn back to normal.”

Nova pushed back the chair she was sitting on in front of Honey’s vanity where Danna’s butterfly was currently trapped. It remained immobile for the most part. When Nova would start to worry if it had died, it would crawl around its little prison. “Just thinking.” About her uncle. About how they would be able to free him from the Renegades. About Nightmare. About a certain Renegade boy.

She closed her eyes, feeling a headache forming at the base of her neck.

“Well, you can think and answer your little Renegade buddies.” Honey gestured towards the communicator band resting on top of a jewelry box. “That ringing is driving me nuts. I can hear it all the way downstairs.”

Nova rolled her eyes, but picked up the band nonetheless. “It’s only gone off three times, Honey. Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Me? Not dramatic?” Honey laughed, the sound like bells. “In your dreams, sweet girl.” She strutted into the room, reached over Nova, grabbed a magazine that was open on her vanity, and sauntered back out. Her perfume lingered, stronger than ever. Nova waved her hand in front of her face. Vintage fumes were the last thing she needed for her aching head.

Her communicator band went off again, and she heard Honey yelling from the first floor to shut it off before she did. Nova looked down at the device, scrolling through her notifications. The first one, nearly an hour ago, was from Adrian.

This is last minute, but we’re meeting in the HQ library in about 30 minutes, Let me know when you get here. It’s about Nightmare.

Nova froze. That couldn’t be good. This was it, she thought. They figured her out, and this was Adrian trying to lure her into a trap to arrest her.

Taking a deep breath, she checked the next message, which was sent twenty minutes after the first.

Nova? Are you busy? If not, please respond.

The third one was five minutes after the first.

Of course you’re busy. You would’ve responded by now. Ignore my last message.

The most recent text was sent two minutes ago.

Nova? We’re all here. You’re not dead or something, are you? Please tell me you aren’t because I would be really upset.

Nova snorted, shoulders relaxing in relief. She believed she was safe, for the time being. She bit her lip, thinking of a response.

Hey. Sorry. Turns out I’m pretty sick, and my uncle took anything that could distract me so I could rest.

Nova thought back to a few days before, when she had pretended to feel under the weather in order to have an excuse to leave the visit to Max. She couldn’t stand to be there any longer without being weighed down by the guilt. It was a believable lie. Besides, she didn’t have time to do detective work with Adrian on her secret identity, nor did she have the patience for it. The quicker she and the rest of the Anarchists figured out a way to free Ace, the sooner she could drop the ridiculous Renegade charade.

Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you want me to come by later to give you some company?

The smile that grew on Nova’s face was inevitable, along with the giddy spark in her stomach. She suppressed it though, and denied his offer, pushing away all thoughts of being able to curl up against Adrian while they did something as mundane as watching a movie.

No, thank you though. My uncle is pretty strict whenever I get sick and doesn’t like visitors. Maybe another time?

She received a response almost immediately.

Definitely! I hope you get to feeling better, Nova.

It was so sweet. Nova’s heart ached. Even though she wasn’t sick, she had a feeling she would feel better soon anyways.    

Thanks, Adrian.

Nova sent the text. She debated on whether or not to send something else. Something came to mind, and she immediately cringed. Then Ace’s words floated through her mind. Earn his affection.

Well.

With a defeated sigh, Nova reluctantly sent a text with a heart.

Sweet rot, her IQ just dropped by 20.

Downstairs, Honey started singing. Nova suspected she was cleaning; she tended to sing when fixing up the old house. Nova groaned. Honey wasn’t a terrible singer, but it did not mix well with Nova’s pounding head. Maybe she was actually getting sick.

Standing from the vanity, Nova brushed off her leggings. The butterfly was moving in its prison, crawling lazily along the side of the glass. Nova bent down to eye level with it. She could’ve sworn it made eye contact with her.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” she murmured. “Maybe in a different reality we’d be friends.” She meant it, much as she hated to admit it to herself. Danna was a lot like her; it was a shame they were too alike, for that’s what got Danna trapped in the first place.

Nova sighed and rose back up. She took off her communicator band, then reached for her coat lying on the bed and headed downstairs. Honey’s trilling voice grew louder. She was singing some song about the beauty of the southern countryside.

Leroy was seated in the dimly lit kitchen, surrounded by lab equipment. Nova saw the samples of Agent N she had snatched in the past few weeks. He nodded in Nova’s direction as form of greeting, too engulfed in his work. As Nova suspected, Honey was cleaning. She was standing on a towel on top of the counter, wiping a wet rag across the higher cabinets.

Nova cleared her throat. “I’m going for a walk. You guys need anything while I’m out?”

They both chorused a “No.” Nova nodded.

“I’ll be back, then.”

“Hey, Adrian...um… come check this out,” Ruby whispered hesitantly from the computer across his. Adrien looked up from his communicator band, the faint trace of a smile on his lips from Nova’s last text. The heart was unexpected, and frankly, not like Nova at all, but it radiated Adrien’s body in warmth. The concentrated set in Ruby’s eyes made the smile fade, however.

They were in the Renegade library and archives, doing research on Nightmare. Adrian had about five open tabs about her most recent sightings and activity. One of the tabs was an article discussing the identity of the Anarchist, but the information was of no use to Adrian.

He got out of his chair and walked around the table to stand behind Ruby. Next to her, Oscar leaned over, craning his neck to see the screen. There was an unopened file in front of Ruby.

“So I was thinking about what you told us, about Nightmare being Ace Anarchy’s niece?” Adrian nodded, and Ruby continued. “Well, his last name is Artino, correct?” Adrian nodded again. “I looked up the name, and well, I guess you should see for yourself.” She clicked on the file. It was a report from about ten years ago filed by his own dad, Hugh Everhart.

Four people found dead. David Artino: age 31. Tala Artino: age 30. Evie Artino: age 11 months. One unnamed man: age unknown. Suspected Anarchist or Roach affiliation.

Forensics confirm all deaths were a result of direct trauma from bullet wounds, without prodigy interference. Prints found on the gun matched both those of the unnamed man and also those of Alec Artino (alias: Ace Anarchy).

There is reason to suspect the deaths of the three family members were done as a killing for hire. The motive for the homicide remain under investigation. See the full report as filed by Hugh Everhart (Captain Chromium) here.

Additional notes: The eldest child, a six year old girl, was not found at the scene. Neighbors have reported no knowledge of her whereabouts. A report has been made to the Renegades missing persons unit.

Oscar whistled lowly. Ruby had highlighted the last paragraph. She was watching the two boys, lips pursed. Adrian read the report, over and over again. Something about it wasn’t right.

“Was the girl ever found?” Oscar asked. Ruby answered his question by opening another file. This one was a missing persons form, dated ten years ago. 

Name: Nova Jean Artino

Age: Six (6) years old

Height: Unknown

Weight: Unknown

Description: Black hair, blue eyes, parents were Italian and Filipino.

Status: Not found

If any information is known, contact the Renegades Missing Persons Unit.

Below the information was a fuzzy picture of a girl, taken by an outdated camera probably. She grinned at the person behind the camera, a wide gap below her upper lip where two front teeth should have been. In her arms was a newborn baby, fast asleep in her sister’s arms. Adrian let out a small gasp. He took the mouse from Ruby and zoomed in on the girl’s face. Her features were chubby, but the hard set of her jaw was unmistakable.

“Great skies,” Oscar breathed. “That’s not...it can’t be..”

“It is,” Ruby confirmed, disbelief in her voice. “That’s our Nova.”

#archenemies spoilers #archenemies #nova artino #adrian everhart #oscar silva #ruby tucker #danna bell #my writing #im sorry lmao

[cactiem]

Perturbation

Chapter Two: Emotions Are Complicated

Pairing: N/A

Requested: Nope

Summary: With Austin locked up, Cassandra has to figure out how to handle everything on her own, striking up a friendship with one of the mutants who saved her.

GIF Not Mine 

Chapter One <- Chapter Two

Based on 1x01 - eXposed

A hiss escaped Austin's lips as he woke up. He knew by the pain in his shoulder that he wasn’t dead although looking around he might as well be. A plastic box surrounded him, separating him from the two people who had just walked in to the interrogation room. "Who are you people? Where the hell am I?" Austin asked through clenched teeth, leaning against the side of the cube closest to them. He looked at them intently ending up on the decision that they weren’t Sentinel Services. 

"I’m Reed Strucker and this is my associate. You’re in a mutant detention centre, Mr Williamson." The man wearing the suit told him. Austin bobbed his head and kissed his teeth, taking a step back so he was in the middle of the box.

"Plastic. That’s a smart choice." He hummed, trying to make it seem that he wasn’t in fact terrified of what’s going to happen to him.

"You’re accused of the attempted murder of a police officer. That and the enhanced sentencing for the use of your mutant abilities-" Reed carried on but got interrupted by a laugh coming from Austin.

"You don’t need to tell me how screwed I am."

"We can reduce the charges for your cooperation. Just tell us the location of the mutant underground."

"The mutant what?" Austin asked, not knowing what he was on about. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. The blonde haired boy had heard whisperings of a place that helped other mutants but he didn’t know the location.

"Come on, Mr Williamson. You know what I’m talking about." Reed prompted him, not believing his ignorance. "Just tell us where it is and your sentence will be reduced. We’ll even get the help your sister needs."

That’s what caused Austin's calm and collectedness to break. He stalked as far to Reed as he could get and hit the wall. "Wh- what did you say? My sister is fine."

"I’ve read both of your files, Mr Williamson, she needs help and I can give that to her if you just help me." Reed said, trying to persuade him to give him a location. When that didn’t work he took a piece of paper out of the folder he was holding and held it up to Austin who scanned over it, taking a step back while he processed everything.

"No, no, no." He began muttering over and over again. A part of him thought, hoped, this was just an elaborate plan to get him to tell them the location of the mutant underground but deep down he knew they weren’t lying, no one would lie about that. Austin didn’t even hear Reed tell him to think about it or leave. He was too consumed with concern for his sister and anger that he was stuck in here that he began hitting the wall of the box, settling on that as he couldn’t use his powers.

—

Clarice walked up to John who was stood, leaning against a wall, watching the new mutant they had recently saved while she just sat on the bench in the middle of the abandoned bank they call home. Cassie sat with her head sunken, eyes screwed shut as she gripped the bench either side of her. "She still not talking?" Clarice asked John. Since bringing her back he had been carefully observing her and making note of her mannerisms.

John shook his head to Clarice's question which gave her enough reason to go over to where Cassie was sat. She carefully perched on the seat beside her, not wanting to startle the young mutant. "Hi, I’m Clarice." She introduced making Cassie glance at her before looking back down to the floor, just wanting to be left alone. Clarice waited a moment before trying to get her to talk again. "We’re going to find your brother, okay. We’re doing everything we can to find him."

Cassie snapped her head up at what Clarice had just said. "How can you be so sure?" She asked her, surprising the purple haired mutant with how forceful her tone is. Clarice struggled to come up with something to say although Cassie didn’t give her a chance to speak as she carried on. "Austin said that if you get caught you will never get heard from again meaning that he is gone, that we will never find him." The more Cassie spoke the tighter her grip on the bench got.

"Marcos..." Clarice started when she saw him walk pass having heard everything Cassie had just said. She also looked up recognising Marcos as being close with the girl her brother had tried to save.

Cassie got up and followed him into the repurposed vault. She stood in the doorway, playing with her sleeves as she worked up the courage to talk to him. It wasn’t until Marcos noticed the timid girl that he stopped welding the piece of metal on the table. "I’m- I’m sorry... for getting your friend caught and- and saying that you won’t find her." Cassie apologised.

While Marcos was upset about losing Lorna, he wasn’t going to aim his frustrations at Cassie. Just by looking at her he could tell she were torn up about what happened. Plus, she also lost someone. "Hey, it’s not your fault." He assured her. "I’m sorry that your brother got caught too. I promise though we’ll find him. Both of them."

"How- how can you be so sure?"

"Hope." Was all Marcos said. That’s all he could do, hope that he reunites with the woman he loves. Cassie bobbed her head not really knowing what to say to that. For her, hope was hard to have when the person who gave it her was locked up.

Looking around the room, Cassie's eyes landed on a dog that was laying on its bed beside the couch. She slowly approached the dog, not wanting to spook it. "Is- is this your dog?" She asked, reaching out to pet it.

"She’s everyone’s dog really. Her name is Zingo." Marcos told her, a small smile forming as he watched Cassie, for the first time since coming here, relax.

Watching her reminded him of someone very close to him. That thought was soon interrupted though by his phone going off. Looking at it, Marcos frowned seeing that it was an unknown number. He glanced up seeing that Cassie was distracted with Zingo and walked off to the side to get some privacy.

Cassie didn’t need to listen into the conversation to know it’s about his friend. She could feel it. "Is everything okay?" She found herself asking. Marcos's head snapped to her, as if he forgot that she was even there.

"How about me and you take a drive." He said, not answering her question. Biting her lip, Cassie thought about his offer for a second. While she couldn’t discern what his aim or plan was, she did want to leave the mutant underground, even if it was just for an afternoon.

—

The car journey was quiet. Cassie sat, watching the Atlanta streets whiz past the window while Marcos was driving. Every so often he glance over at the blonde girl noticing that not once has she spoken nor looked at him, she was closed off. "I thought I should let you know where we’re going. We’re meeting a guy who needs our help, claiming he could help us get Lorna and your brother out."

Cassie's ears perked up at the mention of her brother. "Why- Why did you bring me then?"

"Because, I thought you should hear what he has to say. Your brother was also taken." Marcos told her. Cassie bobbed her head before turning to look out of the window, the car falling silent again. "I know how you’re feeling, Cassie. I lost someone close to me; my sister, Gabby. I know how it feels to be with this one person for the whole of your life and then all of a sudden gone." He spoke up.

"She died." It was a statement as apposed to a question. Cassie could feel the wave of grief in the car.

"Yeah." Marcos confirmed, pulling up to the location of the meeting. "I know that you must be feeling alone right now but I want you to know that you’re not alone, okay?" Cassie gave him a small nod paired with a small smile.

The bar was somewhat secluded. The front was simple yet dingy, a place that you wouldn’t find Cassie in. She stood, frozen in place, taking in the building. Marcos noticed her hesitation and stopped walking, turning to face her.

"It’s okay. This is a mutant hangout. We’re safe." He assured her which seemed to have worked as Cassie slowly began walking, following Marcos closely.

Once inside, they found an empty booth. Marcos slid in with Cassie sitting next to him on the end. The bartender walked past handing the both of them a drink. Cassie pushed hers to the side, while Marcos took a sip of his. She kept her head down and began playing with her hands, a nervous habit she has. It wasn’t until the door went and Marcos shone a light in the newcomers direction that she looked up. She didn’t need to use her powers to tell that he was scared. Not of her and Marcos but something else. He looked worn out, like more had happened to him in the last twenty four hours than in the last twenty years.

"This isn’t a set up and there are no cops." The man, who Cassie has yet to learn his name, said after Marcos's spiel.

"Tell me about Lorna and Austin." Marcos started his line of questioning while Cassie remained quiet, observing the older man.

"They’re in a detainment centre."

"Which one?" He asked him straight away. Reed didn’t answer though, wanting to ensure the safety of his family first. Cassie wasn’t happy with that answer. It was like something clicked inside of her. The location of her brother was so close, she was so close to seeing him again, alive.

"Tell me where they are!" Cassie demanded and grabbed his arm, her powers activating uncontrollably. They both gasped at the sudden surge of power. Cassie from her using her powers and Reed from the sorrow she was projecting onto him. She snatched her hand away, shocked at what she just did, and scrambled out of her seat and out of the bar leaving Marcos calling after her and Reed staring at his arm where Cassie's hand was.

After five minutes, Marcos came out of the bar found Cassie sitting on the floor, leaning against the car. Her hands were shaking as she kept running her fingers through her blonde hair, her chest rose up and down as her breathing was erratic. Marcos kneeled beside her, grabbing her hands so she would stop hurting herself. "I’m so sorry." Cassie kept muttering over and over again.

"It’s okay. You’re okay. No one was hurt." He told her, trying to calm her down which seemed to have worked a little. "How about we get out of here, huh?" Marcos stood up, holding his hand out for Cassie. She held it, using it to get herself up.

—

Cassie wrapped her arms around her body, kicking the puddle on the ground as her and Marcos waited for the arrival of Reed and his family. After a few hours, the two of them snuck out of the underground. Cassie didn’t originally want to come along after what happened at the bar but went anyway, wanting to see this through for Austin.

A car pulled up and Reed and his family all climbed out of the car, walking over to Marcos. He began telling them the plan while Cassie stood off to the side keeping look out, even though it was unlikely anyone would come. She hesitantly looked over at Reed who caught her. The look he was wearing wasn’t a scared one, it was one of pity. Cassie's gaze flickered from him to the incoming fleet of Sentinel Service cars. "M- Marcos." She called out gaining his attention, pointing in the direction of the cars.

"Who did you tell? What did phone did you use?" Marcos began grilling them, panic rising in his voice.

"No one and I used a new sim so no one could track it." Reed told him.

"They always find a way." He mumbled, looking for a way out only to realise they were surrounded. Cassie shut her eyes, embracing herself for what’s about to come. All she could do was hope that she would be reunited with Austin.

Her expectations didn’t come true though as the sound of John's voice and several footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She opened her eyes seeing him and Clarice at a door that would lead them into one of the surrounding warehouses and ultimately their escape.

Everyone started running and kept running through the building with Sentinel Services right behind. With them on their heels and their robots now out, Cassie knew they wouldn’t escape, not like this, so she stopped in her place and screwed shut her eyes, holding her hands out in front of her as she focused her powers onto the group of people in front of her.

Marcos ran back when he saw that Cassie was no longer following him, with John behind him. "Cassie!" He called out, sharing an uneasy look with John when he saw the Sentinel Service Officers on the floor; some curled up in balls, others sporting blank looks. What they all had in common though was that terror flowed through their veins, the total opposite of what they were feeling earlier. Inching closer, Marcos could see blood dripping down from Cassie's nose and that she was in some sort of catatonic state. "Cassie!" He tried again, this time placing his hands on her shoulders and gave her a little shake.

She slowly turned her head to look at Marcos and fell against him slightly, weak from using her powers excessively. He was saying something to her but she couldn’t hear him. Everything sounded distant right now. Cassie didn’t even realise that she was being led somewhere until they reached Clarice who had a portal open for everyone to get through and everyone did get through except Reed. The last thing Cassie saw was him getting shot by the same officers that she had previously subdued.

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A/N: Just some notes about this series. It is loosely based on the show and Clarice is already in the Mutant Underground before the first chapter/first episode but only for around a month so she’s still fairly new

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[all-i-need-is-food-and-fanfics]

What do you want?(3)

length: 2900 words

trigger/warnings:  mention of death, graphic violence, blood(nothing too graphic or explicit yet), curses(because it’s Bakugo)

summary: Buddy Cop AU

a/n:  Deeply based on @soyunpochoclin idea, and headcanons for this honestly awesome AU

Honestly, you could skip this part, it’s not that plot-relevant besides the first part of it, but I had this idea and had to write it. So I hope it’s enjoyable anyway, it was fun to wirte so I hope it’s fun to read! <3

<–2nd part - 4rd part–>

***

Bakugo didn’t look up, he didn’t have he almost could feel Kirishima’s beaming happiness from his desk. Neither took Kirishima to sit on his desk.

“Morning Blasty!” Throwing a small pile of files over Bakugo’s own papers.

Maybe it was the fact another partner in the office had heard Kirishima call him that stupid name or that his butt was on top of Katsuki’s hand but anger boiled with ferocity in his eyes. He pulled his hand with forces and stare back up to Kirishima, who jumped at the action.

Once he looked up, “Sorry man, I didn’t notice.” Kirishima was smiling apologetic, almost ear to ear, eyes slightly squinted his scar standing out.

The anger reached boiling point, where it was no longer about to explode instead it evaporated only leaving smoke left to cough.

Maybe it was too early to deal with this shit.

“Just sit in a fucking chair, Shitty hair.” Bakugo finally said in between his teeth, pulling back the chair next to him that Ejirou willing ignore at first.

Kirishima bounced on the chair when he first sat down(practically jumped), ��Oh come on dude! I used your nickname!” He was dangerously close to Bakugo’s face, he could basically hear Kirishima’s voice making eco inside his scalp.

Katsuki thought about blowing Kirishima’s face out of his personal face, he settled for pushing it away instead, “And I fucking told you not to.” Finally, he looked down at the files, “What the fuck are these?” He opened them, Kirishima helpfully pointed out the recognizable face.

She looked younger, definitely less crazy, a little crazy behind monotone tone that usually comes in school pictures. But similar to know it was her, “Himiko Toga” Katsuki clicked his tongue, laid back on his chair.

Ejirou opened the rest, not as familiar faces but it was hard the guys that almost killed him.

“Most of their of their information it’s here, except this guy’s name…” He pointed a blurry picture, although it was undeniable the blue matchstick, “…for his scars it’s easy to see he’s up to these days but not who he used to be…” Kirishima slowly explained.

“And the hell it’s all this information for?”

“Well, honestly…it’s not for much…” Ejirou lets the files fall into the desk again, and sits back too, avoiding the face Bakugo it’s probably making. “Most of this information it’s old, well..all but one.”

“Blue torch.” Kirishima laughed because it just amazed Bakugo’s creativity for coming up with nicknames.

“Yeah,” He nodded, Bakugo turn to him, “Again he is easy to spot. We have information from a place he seems to frequent a lot in the past weeks.”

“Then what the hell are we waiting?” Bakugo clicked his tongue, annoyed.

Ejirou’s face fell in indecision, “Well…it doesn’t really open during the day, neither it’s a cop-friendly place per say…”

Katsuki growled in response, and dig himself in his seat. He knew what that meant.

Someone had to infiltrate whatever nightclub and scrape for information.

Now, Katsuki was very good at his job. He was competent, determinate, observant and a perfectionist, which made him a very good cop and detective. But people were never his strong suit, he avoided infiltration jobs like a plague; though it seemed there wasn’t a way around this one. When he turned to Kirishima he founded a solution he wasn’t happy about either, he had to leave it in someone else’s hands. Which in his head was almost as bad.

Once everything was arranged, Ejirou was pleased with their plan. They would be connected through a microphone, Bakugo would wait in the car just in case of any unexpected situation and he would go in with a fake story and to ask around for information.

He could see Bakugo’s frustration though, “It’s fine dude, I won’t let you down.”

Katsuki looked at Kirishima’s face, he dug for insecurity or a lie, he didn’t find any. He rolled his eyes, “Don’t get so full of yourself hair for brains.”

I know, he thought but something in his stomached twisted.

“There’s a littl too much irony in that sentence Blasty.” He laughed over Bakugo’s complain, instead he took his phone out. Ejirou jumped at the sight of the hour, “I’m late!” He stood up and picked his things up fast.

“Oi…” Katsuki tried to call, but it didn’t seem to go through that thick skull, he just kept running around, “Spiky!” He grabbed Kirishima’s arm as he went to pick up the batch on the table, “What the fuck do you think you are going?”

Ejirou slowed down for a second, “Oh yeah…I forgot to tell you…I’m sorry” He gave Bakugo an apologetic smile, “I asked for the free afternoon, my little brother has an activity today at school and he needs someone to go so…I’m going!” He laughed nervously, already reaching for his neck, “But don’t worry! I’ll be back tonight, I’m not bailing.”

“Tsk.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, finally letting Ejirou go. He stood up and took the keys of the car of his pocket, Ejirou just stared blankly. Once Bakugo reached the door, he turned around, “You coming or are you prefer being late?” Kirishima smiled at him, beaming again. Katsuki had to turn around, but he felt Kirishima running behind him.

They shouldn’t use the car for personal activities, but Ejirou didn’t say anything(he doubted anyone would).

***

Katsuki knew Kirishima lived somewhat far away from the station. Mostly because it wasn’t where he worked in the first place. Katsuki didn’t pay much attention to his co-workers, but with someone as obnoxious as Kirishima he doubted he wouldn’t have noticed him at the very least. Kirishima was temporarily transferred because the case seemed to evolve both territories, also because he had been late 2 out of 3 three days they’ve been working together.

He was right, in car, it was maybe a 40 minutes drive, it was around an hour on train. When they finally reached the apartment building, it was like any other, grey and inline with others. Katsuki half expected Kirishima to leave in one of those neighborhoods that exceeded in color and noise, unlike the rest of Tokyo. That only left its own color scheme at nighttime, where it was showered with life. Not even inside his apartment, it was like that though.

It was small, filled with warm browns and deep reds all round, slightly disorganized; someone had given up on cleaning leaving toys scattered around. A couple of pieces of simple art on the walls, but mostly old familiar photos decorated the living room. But the presence of an infant was the strongest, with the toys on the floor and unfinished art projects. If the Disney song that filled the apartment wasn’t enough of a clue.

Though Katsuki only realized all of this after he had taken his attention of said infant in front of the T.V. singing with all the power of lungs, kicking, punching and twirling a broom in exaggerated movements. He had no shirt on, and his hair was bright red too, shorter but it was definitely standing in the same over-gelled style.

Bakugo was about to roll his eyes, just when he heard Kirishima singing on his right, catching up to the song.

“…Swift as the coursing river…” he started at first softly, still, the kid turned around and smiled big.

“Be a man!” He yelled as he started running towards Kirishima.

“With all the force of a great typhoon!” Kirshima received him with open arms, before picking him up and twirling him on the air.

“Be a man!” The kid was laughing, holding on to Kirishima strongly.

“With all the strength of a raging fire! Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!” They ended together in a long messy note until the music fade away in dialog.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Once he settled them back on Kirishima, the kid was on his shoulder. They finished laughing, and stare back at Katsuki.

“Blasty, this is Haruto, my little brother” Immediately the kid’s face lit up. Beaming. Katsuki’s face twisted, they look too much alike for his taste. “Haru, this is my partner Blasty.”

The kid first opened his mouth but stops and instead, whispered it on Kirishima’s ear. Whatever it was, it makes Kirishima smile wider(it beats Katsuki, how that’s possible) and it couldn’t been good, that much he knew.

“Yeah! That one!” He nodded and his brother’s face just opens in happiness, he glares quickly at Bakugo’s eyes and goes back to whispering something to Kirishima. He simply nods this time before turning to Bakugo, “He asks if you could show him your quirk.”

Katsuki hesitates for a moment, not for the request but for the weird interaction and the overall softness in Kirishima’s voice, “Whatever,” He ended up saying. Taking his hand of his pocket, lifting his hand to let small explosions flyover.

This time the kid not only stared at Bakugo, almost starstruck but also exclaim out loud. Before he pushed his weight forward, Ejirou quickly understood and walked up to Bakugo. Who looked tense and almost ashamed, which honestly made this whole experience better for Ejirou. He leaned until Haru could touch Bakugo’s hand. He stared at it at first, for a moment then lined the creases of his hand, Ejirou smiled at the amused face of his brother and the slight pink color in Bakugo’s cheek.

Katsuki had to look away, it was uncomfortable. But sadly, and he had to learn quickly, he couldn’t blow kids off; much less Kirishima’s. He seemed like the guy to kill for his family by the stupid look on his face.

“My brother didn’t lie…your quirk it’s so manly!” He finally talked, to Bakugo, holding his hand with a little more strength than before with both of his little hands. When he turned to face the kid…yeah they looked too much alike. Just less scared, less damaged Katsuki supposes but certainly too similar.

“Yeah, I know brat.” He pulled his hand back, and turn away again, “Weren’t you supposed to be somewhere or we are just wasting time?”

Both Kirishimas straighten their backs in realization. Haru almost slides down with little of Ejirou’s help and runs off to a hall in the back of the room.

“He really wanted to meet you, when I told him I had a new partner.” Ejirou smiled tendered, then laughed looking down as if remembering, “At first he was mad, he is used to Mina…but then he got all excited when I told him your quirk and the persecution…” He looked back to the room in time to find his brother with a shirt on, running towards them. To side hug Ejirou. “Ready little man?”

“So what do you got little brat?” Katsuki knew it was the wrong thing to ask, a shadow fell into both of the boys face.

“I…I…don’t have any…” Haru barely muttered, his gaze lock in his fidgeting hands.

Katsuki’s face twisted at the sudden memories and bits of the pass the filled his head.

To his credit though, Kirishima recovered quickly, smiling again, picking back his brother up, “Who needs a quirk, when you have a brave and manly heart!” He smiled again brightly.

“Yeah!” His brother matched.

“We know it’s not common anymore but…it happens every once in a while, from what the doctor told us.”

“Tsk.” Bakugo complained, and Ejirou stared at his face. He seemed conflicted in a way, looked away to the wall, “I know someone like you,” he muttered in between his teeth, “I am sure if a nerd like Deku can stand in the same place as me, I am sure so can you.” Katsuki made sure his tone was annoyed because he was, but Kirishimas seemed to be immune to it.

Since it just went over their heads, now decorated back again with wide sharp smile, “He is a cop? Like you? Can I meet him?” Bakugo clenched his teeth.

At that moment, he looked back at his mind; his younger self, yelling about how he had fallen to talk well about Deku. He sighed as he walked to the door, the kid walking around him beaming happiness and hope. Mirror memories of shattering hope and desperate cries, but that was a long time ago. He had learned that there wasn’t any pleasure in being the best by putting down others. So instead he patted the kids head and answered his questions.

Once Ejirou left Haru on the back, he sat next to Bakugo at the front. He turned to catch Bakugo staring, just before Bakugo could turn away, he s mouthed a thank you. Which Bakugo barely took, only grumbling in response.

***

“Okay then,” Ejirou caught up to his brother, walking towards the entrance. He was surprised to find a disappointed face, “What’s up -or down- little man?”

“It’s Bakugo not coming?” He kneeled down and patted lightly his head, around the spikes.

“I’m afraid not little man,” He smiled apologetically.

Not looking forward to stay in a room with rowdy kids. He had explained when Ejirou leaned into his window.

Haru pouted and crossed his arms. Before glancing back at Ejirou’s eyes and running to the car. Ejirou tried ti call him but he didn’t stop until he was standing on his toes, next to Bakugo’s window. Bakugo looked down, tired at the kid. At first he rolled his eyes, but then he frowned down. Then he looked angry and opened the door, the taking Haru from the waist and lifting him from the side with no care at all.

He was fuming by the time he walked in front of Ejirou. “I’ll fucking show you who’s the best.” It was the only clue Ejirou got to whatever conversation they had, enough to get him out of the car, that and the pleased face of his brother.

Ejirou didn’t complain, simply followed inside. Haru gave Bakugo directions until they reached his classroom.

It was small and filled with handmade decorations, probably by some underpaid teacher. At the moment, filled with more people that usually handled; with parents sitting on little chairs or standing around an excited child, some even playing with their quirks.

At the moment, it struck him, “Kirishima, what are we doing here?”

It was a family activity, parents shared about their jobs, “But my mother couldn’t leave job, so that’s why…” He looked both ashame and proud and Katsuki wondered what the hell was he doing there?

It only took a couple of presentations sitting on a stupid red chair for Bakugo rethinking the question and regret every decision he had taken today. It only deepened when it was the Kirishimas turn. He had already left the idea of showing off, it was worth it, truly. But the kid took both of their hands and drag them to the front.

“This is my brother and his partner, Blasty…” He was going to fucking kill Kirishima, once he was out of public eyes, “…They protect us like heroes used to, fighting and punching the bad guys.” Haru punched and kicked the air with little to no technic.

“And words!” Kirishima interrupted, holding his brother by the shoulder.

“But mostly fighting and punching.” Bakugo shrugged his shoulders.

“Kirishima turned his head, in surprise, “Bakugo!”

“Oh come on Spiky, don’t tell me those muscles are for hugging.” Kirishima opened his mouth to respond, but Bakugo was smirking and Haru was laughing.

He won.

***

“Thank you again, for today,” Kirishima  was fixing his hair again, in an improvised mirror over the dashed of the car with the front camera of his phone.

Bakugo growled, and turn away. He couldn’t handle how ridiculous Kirishima looked. He was wearing a flowered shirt with no sleeves and the holes so big that its left too little for anyone’s imagination about how he might look without a shirt and a pair of black ripped jeans. Mind you, things that he already fucking owned. Obviously his hair as tall as the damn building.

“Don’t mention it. Seriously.” As always though Kirishima didn’t listen or seemed to understand Katsuki’s tone.

“When he learned was busy with work…he wasn’t very happy…he doesn’t really understand how it works…” He picked at his phone and blocked it, “How much we depend of that job…I try to help but dad…he, well, he…” The words stuck with on his throat. Katsuki watched amused, he had never seen Kirishima struggle with words before, “…he left nothing but his mistakes behind.” Debts.

“You are obligated to be fucking better than him then.” Ejirou turned quickly, Bakugo was still looking away.

“Yeah…you are right,” He shook his head. “But what I wanted to say, it’s thank you…Haru was so charmed by you…” He laughed genuinely.

“Yeah yeah…are you going to do your job or what?” He couldn’t stop laughing at Bakugo’s grumpy childish face, with a slight thirst for blood.

Kirishima let the laugh die slowly, before nodding, “I won’t let you down!” He barely opened the door when he felt a tug in his arm.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” And Katsuki hoped this time he would listen, as the twirl in his stomach grew bigger watching Kirishima walk away until he disappeared in blacks and neon lights.

#kiribaku #kiribaku fanfic #bakugou x kirishima #katsuki bakugō #kirishima ejirou #kiribaku fanfiction #mha #bnha bakugou #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #buddy cup au

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “The Blossom Files”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Caitlin Vanarsdale, Angela Zhang

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

The truth is out there...and you're not going to like it.

The episode starts with Bubbles, Buttercup, and Barry recreating a portal to space from a magazine to find out the truth about the aliens from some distant galaxy. Blossom shows up, and she is annoyed at all of this. Not because this gate to the stars is clearly made up of cardboard, appliances, and Blossom's toothbrush randomly put in the shape of one, though it probably doesn’t help, but because...

Blossom: There’s no such things as space aliens! How do I know this? Because there’s absolutely zero proof! If you can’t see it, there’s no proof!

No, not just the specific aliens they're talking about, or the methods they're doing to get those aliens to appear, but to Blossom, aliens don't exist. Because it's not like Blossom has even seen an alien, never mind fought them. Especially not broccoli aliens. Especially not aliens that can predict their every move.

And especially not transforming alien crimelords. For the record, this episode did air in other countries before Never Been Blissed. Those other two examples came from the original; the reboot still can't decide whether or not that show happened.

Still, the Powerpuff Girls have fought giant monsters, super-powered vikings, ghostly Elvis supervillains, the devil, and magical extra-dimensional twerking pandas. The possibility that something around the billions of suns in this universe is alive should not be too hard to believe. This could be irony, but the episode does nothing to suggest that was intentional.

As those silly alien believers activate their gate to the stars, a surprise visitor emerges and asks them to take them to their leader! Buttercup tries to act like one, but the alien immediately tells her she is not a leader. A good tie in to the personality of who this turns out to be.

Of course, it’s just Blossom doing a prank towards the people she loves. Well, maybe not Barry. I hope. She's the bad guy of the episode, after all! She continues to mock the alien believers, knowing this will in no way blow up in her face like that kid who cried wolf.

I could see where they're going with this. Bubbles, Buttercup, and Barry are doing this unbelievable action to find some unbelievable creature, and Blossom, the super-smart one that knows everything, is the one that’s the down-to-Earth science believer that mocks them for it. The alien believers even put on tin-foil hats in the previous scene to secure their placement in this stock plot original storyline.

At night, Blossom gets up to get a glass of milk. Strawberry milk, to be precise. It’s almost like that old Got Milk commercial Blossom was in, except without all of that pesky crime fighting it came with. Clearly, we just needed more Blossom thinking her sisters are buffoons for believing in aliens.

Speaking of which, the fake gate to the stars starts flashing, and Blossom goes out to investigate, and to stop the gate from wasting all the electricity. Struggling to find the off switch, something pops out of the portal and steals her strawberry milk.

Specifically, a baby octopus-looking alien named Chiru. Clearly, it must be an alien; it can only say its own name. If it was an animal in this reboot, it would be talking and giving Bubbles less of a reason to exist. I'm surprised that they decided to avoid Blossom trying to rationalize what she's seeing, one look at this alien is all it takes for her to become a believer.

Blossom follows around Chiru throughout the night, as it takes her on a journey throughout a forest and a lake. It uses its powers to grow trees and generate fireflies, giving Blossom some great scenery to be in awe at. I actually really like this scene; it eschews the reboot's focus on dialogue and humor and focuses more on building a dream-like atmosphere.

I could imagine this whole scene being a dream, and I was dreading to think they were going to just smash cut to Blossom waking up. However, the way they cut from this scene made me feel like they're leaving up to the viewer if it really was a dream. It made me more interested in watching the rest of the episode to see where it was going, which should be a standard.

We fade to Blossom waking up the next morning on her couch after supposedly laying in the middle of a grassy field grown by Chiru, and immediately wakes up her sisters to tell them all about her adventures with the alien. Buttercup thinks Blossom is playing another prank on her, but she drags them outside to see all of the wacky stuff the alien did. To her shock...

There's only an adorable raccoon, according to Bubbles. Much like a lot of episodes in the reboot, there's very little to seperate Buttercup and Bubbles other than Bubbles' actions being sillier. I will give this episode a point for having a joke that implies Bubbles can still talk to animals.

Blossom desperately tries to point to where all the alien plants were, but they're gone, too. Bubbles gives the most down-to-earth explanation that she dreamt the whole thing, while Buttercup calls her a nutbar. Blossom is not willing to let her beliefs be challenged by what are surprisingly believable explanations from the airhead and the rascal, so she decides to do a plan.

The next night, Blossom decides to set up a photo camera, draw a few crop circles in the ground, bang a gong in the middle of the night, and laying out a glass of strawberry milk, all to lure out Chiru. Blossom doesn’t even put on her pajamas before this, but neither do Bubbles and Buttercup when they come up to ask why Blossom is doing any of this. See, the tin-foil hat has turned; now it's Blossom being the wacky alien believer this time!

I should point out that even though Blossom is acting like the pinhead this time, even if she might be right, they decide not to do any wacky face jokes with her. In fact, the only real wacky face jokes is Buttercup's face shrinking when she goes "ooo-ooo-ooo" when talking about aliens. This is one inconsistency I can appreciate. With Bubbles and Buttercup on the side of the non-believers, who can Blossom turn to?

Enter Barry Macherbacher, who just decided to show up in full Men In Black gear. He is less willing to consider Blossom a nutbar, but he denies Blossom's claim because the alien she's describe doesn't sound anything like the aliens in his big red book. As soon as he reveals this picture, Blossom points out something behind him.

Well, so much for the “what if she really was dreaming” possibility, as we suddenly see a giant, tentacled alien coming out of the portal. It's rather sudden, though I do appreciate that they chose the ending that makes sense in this universe.

The Powerpuff Girls could easily take this monster on with all of their ultra-super-powers. They're not going to be instantly tied up in the alien's tentacles, and be helpless to the point where they need a raccoon to save them.

They instantly get tied up in the alien's tentacles, and Bubbles attempts to get a raccoon to save them. They do not even try to fight this monster. No eye lasers, no super strength, no aura powers, as far as this plot goes, they may as well be ordinary human beings. Bubbles doesn't even attempt to speak raccoon; it could have reminded me this was not meant to be a plot to a different cartoon.

(The racoon leaves)

Bubbles: Ah, Waterloo all over again.

Oh yeah, Blossom dressed that racoon up as Napoleon because...I have no idea. It is the one thing that seems to be consistent with what we've seen in the reboot so far: Blossom still doesn't know who won the Battle of Waterloo.

Suddenly, Chiru shows up in full view, and does some sort of wave attack. This causes the tentacle monster to go back into the portal, letting go of the Powerpuff Girls. Chiru also destroys the portal and Blossom's camera, and then just leaves. Yes, mark this as yet another episode where the Powerpuff Girls have to be saved by the character of the week.

The episode ends with Blossom gloating that she knew she was right all along about Chiru, and does a victory dance out of screen. The only real punishment she gets for essentially bullying her sisters because they believed in aliens before is Buttercup calling her a nutbar again. The episode suddenly cuts to black, with no real resolution. Well, I guess this is supposed to be like the X-Files.

Does the title fit?

They were going for Mulder and Scully, in both ways.

How does it stack up?

I try to find some positives with every episode I review, and it was easy to spot here. I was intrigued when I saw Blossom flying around with the alien in the dream-like forest, and it's sad that the rest of the episode does not live up to it. It's good to see Barry in a major role, too, even if he doesn't really do anything funny.

Other than that, I could not get into this episode. Your mileage may vary, but this flying object is best left unidentified.

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