#i should start tagging our interactions w this tag

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The Doll House - A Gojo x Reader Fanfic Part 3

You sell yourself to the Doll House to pay your mom’s medical expenses, only to discover your trainer is the guy who bullied you relentlessly in high school: Gojo Satoru.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Read Geto’s Part Here!

Read Toji’s Part Here!

Read Nanami’s Part Here!

Read Sukuna’s Part Here!

Read Choso’s Part Here!

Note: Please remember that these stories don’t take place at the same time, or even one after the other! Consider each one its own timeline. So if you see Geto and Toji with other dolls, don’t be alarmed lol. I had to do it this way because if I don’t, by the time I get to the last trainer, there won’t be any other trainers left to interact with!

AU! Each trainer will get their own story! This is Gojo’s. If you’d like to be tagged in future parts, let me know! You must be an adult to be tagged! Any feedback whatsoever is adored!

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Chubby Reader. Dubcon. Pet Play. Bullying. Collars/Leashes. Overstimulation. Gags. Vibrators. Vaginal sex. Bondage. Oral sex. Gojo being an asshole.

You wake up lying on the floor of Gojo’s room, your upper half cradled in Gojo’s arms. His face looks frantic, scared, as he looks down at you. He’s saying your name. Not Chubby Bunny, but your actual name. You’ve never heard him say it before. 

“What happened?” he asks you, his voice coming out at a higher pitch than normal. 

“I’m anemic. I faint sometimes. I’m fine.”

You start to get up, but he’s clutching you too firmly. You wiggle a bit to try to shake him off. “Let go so I can get up.”

His grip gets even firmer. “No, I’ll carry you to the bed.”

“I said I’m fine! You can’t carry me, I’m too heavy!”

He flashes a smile. “Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re not too heavy for me.”

With that, he slides one hand under your thighs and stands up, lifting you into the air as he does. You panic and grab onto his neck, afraid of falling. You haven’t been picked up like this since you were a child. How strong is he?!

He laughs breezily as he walks you over to his bed and lays you down. “There, see? Not heavy at all.”

You don’t know if he’s joking or not, so you don’t say anything. 

He stands next to the bed and looks down at you, his face suddenly turning serious. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re anemic? It’s not in your file.”

You look away from him. “It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I faint all the time, just every now and then.”

“It is a big deal! I’m your trainer, I’m responsible for you! What if I hadn’t been close enough to catch you? You could’ve been hurt!”

You hear his voice but you’re avoiding seeing his face. This weird concern is making you uncomfortable. 

He sighs and says, “What do you normally do when this happens? Do you need to see a doctor?”

You shake your head. “No, I just rest a little while and I’m fine.” You start to scoot to the edge of the bed to stand up, but his hand on your shoulder stops you. 

“What are you doing?”

You finally look at him. “I’m going to my bed so I can go to sleep.”

He gently pushes you back down. “Oh no, you’re sleeping here tonight. No arguments, this is an order from your trainer!” He pulls the covers over you and tucks you in. That’s when you notice the collar is gone. He must have taken it off when you fainted. 

“Where are you gonna sleep?” you ask, slightly nervous. The two of you have never slept beside each other yet. 

He smiles. “I’ll take the pet bed.”

He’s way too tall to fit in the pet bed, but the idea of it amuses you. “Okay,” you say. “I should be fine in the morning.”

“Either way, we’re taking tomorrow off,” he tells you. “No training sessions. We’ll hang around in our pajamas and watch movies.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah! It’ll be fun. I’ll make some popcorn.”

That… actually sounds good. But you can’t help being suspicious. “Why are you being nice to me?” 

He gives you that strange look again, one you’ve seen occasionally. Then his expression turns warm and he rubs the back of his head, slightly messing up his hair. “Why? I thought it would be obvious by now. It’s because I lo-“

His cell phone rings loudly, cutting off his words. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. “Oh, it’s Shoko calling me back,” he says, then answers with a sharp, “Where were you?!”

You listen to Gojo’s side of the conversation. 

“I don’t care if you were with a patient! My doll fainted and scared the shit out of me!”

“…. Please don’t hang up I’m sorry I yelled!”

“Yeah. How did you know it was her? Ugh, Suguru can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“… You sound just like him. Look, can we talk about this later? I need your advice as a doctor right now.”

“She said she’s anemic. … I don’t know, hold on.” He looks over at you and says, “Do you take any medication for it?”

“No,” you reply, “It’s never been that much of an issue.”

He puts the phone back to his ear. “No meds. She says it’s just an occasional thing. … Okay, and what foods have that? Never mind, I’ll Google it. Thanks, Shoko!”

There’s another pause, a long one. Then Gojo says, “Stop worrying. I’ll take really good care of her. … I’m not hurting her. You know me better than that.”

He puts the phone back in his pocket and returns to your bedside. “Get some sleep. I’ll be up for a while, so if you need anything, just tell me.”

Feeling mildly creeped out by Gojo’s consideration, you fall asleep in his bed. The next morning he wakes you up with a tray of food in his hands. You sit up in bed and he sits the tray in front of you.  There are breakfast meats and eggs, dried fruits, and even a dark chocolate bar. 

“Shoko said you need iron. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I got a bunch of stuff.”

He plops down beside you as you begin to eat, and tears open a sticky packaged pastry before taking a big bite. He notices you watching him and holds the pastry out. “Want a bite? I don’t know if it has any iron in it though.”

A little flustered by this bizarrely nice Gojo, you return your attention to your tray and say, “No thanks.”

Gojo chats a bit as he eats, mostly talking about Geto and Nanami, funny stories about dolls they’ve trained, strange requests buyers have made, and other interesting things about the Doll House. You mostly stay silent as you eat, and when you’re finished, Gojo takes your tray away. 

Afterwards, he turns on the television and gets back onto the bed while holding the remote. It’s the first time the tv has been on since you’ve been here. 

“Let’s watch a movie,” he says. “What kind do you like?”

“Uh, horror, I guess.”

His face lights up. “I like horror too!”

Gojo acts like an excited little boy as he starts talking about some of his favorites, asking if you’ve seen them. Then he scrolls through the horror category on a streaming service until you both agree on a movie to watch. 

The day passes like this, lying in his bed, watching various movies, eating popcorn occasionally between the iron-rich meals he brings you. He never touches you, at least not in a sexual way, and he keeps asking how you’re feeling. You can’t understand why he’s doing this. Is he afraid there will be legal issues if you become ill while in his care? It’s not like he caused you to pass out, and he didn’t even know you were anemic. 

It almost feels like the two of you are friends, or even… a couple. 

It dawns on you that when you were in love with Gojo in high school, this was what you most often fantasized about: the two of you hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. 

Now, your heart is so confused. You can’t deny that your feelings for him have been reawakened. You’re right back to having a major crush on the hottest, most unattainable guy around. What makes it worse this time is that you have a physical relationship with him, which makes it so much harder to resist getting emotionally attached to him. Everything he does with you is so intimate, especially the way he makes you look him in the eyes during it all. 

Your body responds to him. You never thought you were a masochist, and you don’t enjoy actual physical pain, but you find yourself getting turned on by the degrading aspects. It makes you feel sick and incredibly horny at the same time. 

It was the most pathetic thing in the whole world, getting off on being fucked and degraded by your bully. 

That’s why you can’t wait for the training to be over, so you can get away from him, away from this emotional torment. Once you don’t have to see him anymore, feel his touch anymore, you can put him (and your feelings for him) back in the past where they belong. And maybe your heart can calm down. 

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The training is over halfway over, and Gojo still hasn’t told Chubby Bunny how he feels about her. He wants to, but he’s started to feel a little nervous. He’s never confessed his feelings to someone before, not like this. Suguru and Shoko have repeatedly told him that Chubby Bunny probably still sees him as the bully who harassed her in school. They’ve said it so many times that he’s starting to worry about it. 

But how could she? Hasn’t he made his feelings obvious by the way he passionately makes love to her? The way he worships her body? 

He knew from the first night that he wanted to keep her, from the moment she admitted that she’d had feelings for him in high school. If she had feelings then, she would definitely have them now, with him making her cum several times a day. Hell, she begs for his cock all the time! 

The day they spent together, after she fainted, was perhaps even more precious to him than the days he spent inside her. He was surprised by how much they had in common, how much he enjoyed just talking to her. He wants to take care of her, to hold her close, to protect her. 

But he also wants to cum, and make her cum. Fortunately, they both seem to get off on the same things. 

Right now, she’s tied to the bed, no clothing aside from the stockings he loves so much. Her limbs are each tied with rope to a different corner of the bed, her legs spread eagle. He’s attaching a round ball gag to her mouth, fastening the strap around the back of her head as she looks up him with those lovely eyes. 

The ball gag is full of small holes, so that air and other things can pass through. It holds her mouth open, but presses against her tongue so that she can make sounds, but not speak. After it’s secured, Gojo leans forward and sloppily licks the ball gag, letting his saliva drizzle through the holes and into her waiting mouth. 

Then he pulls out a pair of new toys he bought just for her: tiny twin vibrators, each one pink and oval shaped, around the size of the tip of her pinky finger. She looks at them curiously, clearly not knowing what they are. Such a cute, innocent little thing. 

“You’re going to love these, Bunny. I bet you’ve never tried vibrators before, have you? Since your clit is so sensitive and all.”

Her eyes widen, a look of alarm passing over them. Gojo smiles at her and uses the wireless remote to turn the vibrators on, holding them up she can watch them pulse and tremor. 

“Now hold still,” he says, turning them off for the moment. “I’m gonna tape these to your clit, and we’ll see what level you can stand. It goes up to ten!”

She squirms, her limbs pulling at the ropes. Gojo rubs her head affectionately and then moves down between her legs. He spreads the folds of her already wet pussy and gives her clit a few strokes with his finger, enjoying the way she jerks. Then he puts one of the vibrators on each side of her clit, and uses a special clear tape to secure them. The very tip of her clit is sticking out cutely between the vibrators, trembling before he even turns them on. 

He stands beside the bed and watches Bunny’s face as he sets the power to level one and pushes the button. 

Her body shakes, her arms fighting the restraints. She’s making sounds through the gag that make Gojo instantly hard. He holds up the remote so that she can see him turn the power to level two. 

She screams around the gag, her back arching up off the bed as she almost immediately cums. 

“Wow, that quick, huh?” he says, opening his pants and reaching in to pull his raging erection free. As he turns the power level to three, while she’s still reeling from her orgasm, he begins jacking off right beside her. Watching her writhe on the bed as she’s overstimulated is way too hot to ignore. 

He tries to time his orgasm to match her own as the vibrators, now set to level four, drive her to climax again. He’s close, but she cums first, tears pouring down her face. When he knows he’s going to cum, he moves close to her face and shoots his load onto the ball gag, watching it ooze into the holes and drip down her chin. 

He gently rubs her head again. “Do you like that, Chubby Bunny? Having my cum in your mouth?”

She nods, making a noise that sounds like, “uh huh”. He can see her tongue through the holes, lapping at the gag, trying to get every drop. 

Fuck, he’s almost hard again already. 

He turns the vibrators up to five and watches her jerk, her eyes huge as she screams. 

“Are you about to hit your limit? Can your poor little clit handle any more?” he asks, punctuating his words by reaching down and rubbing the tip of her clit with his fingers.  

She emits a strangled cry, trying to rip her arms free as she cums yet again. Her eyes flutter, and it looks similar enough to the safe signal for him to pause and pull the ball gag off, ropes of cum stretching from her mouth. 

“Are you feeling sick?” he asks, unable to hide the worry in his voice. 

“No,” she says, her voice strained. 

“Did you use the signal?”

“N-no, but I can’t handle it… it’s too much! I can’t cum anymore! Gojo, please-“ 

He shoves the sticky, cum soaked ball gag back into her mouth and fastens it again. “If you didn’t use the signal, we’ll keep going.”

She lets out a sobbing whine as he holds up the remote. 

“Ready for level six?”

She’s shaking her head back and forth frantically, her tear filled eyes sparkling in such a pretty way. He thinks he might have just fallen even deeper in love with her. 

He turns it up, and her whole body lifts off the bed. His original plan had been to leave her like this for at least an hour, but he’s afraid she’ll faint again, or start feeling weak and make the safe signal, only for him to miss it or not notice. He won’t take chances with her health or safety. Now that she’s back in his life, he won’t risk losing her. 

He moves down again, bending over her body to get his face close to her throbbing pussy. Then he oh so slowly runs his tongue over the tip of her clit sticking out between the two vibrators, leaving a trail of his drool. She’s breathing so hard, her full, round tits heaving, that he watches her eyes for a minute to make sure she’s okay. Five rapid blinks signal she needs to stop, but she only blinks once. 

His cock is twitching as he lightly strokes it, but he can’t bear to just use his hand again. Not when there’s a dripping wet pussy right in front of him, warm and soft and quivering. 

So he climbs onto the bed, lifts her hips slightly so that he can go in at the best angle to hit the deepest parts of her, and plunges his dick inside her. 

Fuck, she feels amazing. Every fucking time. It’s like her pussy was literally molded to stimulate his cock in precisely the best way. He fucks into her a little too roughly before remembering to be careful. He really doesn’t want to hurt her, but it’s hard to hold back when he’s feeling so good. 

He reaches both hands down and squeezes her tits. They’re so squishy and plush! 

“Good Bunny,” he says, looking her in the eyes. He loves locking eyes with her while fucking her, watching every little emotion that dances through them. “For such an inexperienced little pussy, you take my giant cock so well.”

He’s getting close, his dick pulsing inside her. But he wants to get the timing right this time. He pulls the remote out of his pocket and holds it up. She looks at it as if it’s a bomb. 

“Let’s cum together, okay Bunny? For the grand finale, I’m turning it up to ten!”

She’s shaking her head again, looking up at him pleadingly, trying to form words but only garbled cries escaping the gooey gag. 

He turns it up to the highest setting. She lets out a piercing scream, her sore pussy clenching around him like a vice. 

“I really wanna fill this tight pussy, but you’ve been such a good Bunny for me! I think you deserve a treat!”

Seconds before she cums yet again, sobbing and shaking, he pulls out, tears off the gag, and sticks the tip of his cock into her messy mouth. At the same moment her orgasm hits her, he pumps her mouth full of his hot, thick cum. 

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It almost feels like you’re drowning. Gojo filled your mouth with so much cum, even filling your throat, just as you were gasping and screaming from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You gulp it down as fast as you can, trying to catch your breath, regretting that you barely had time to savor the sweet taste and creamy texture of it. 

He turns the vibrators off, only after watching you convulse and spasm through your climax. After he removes them, he unties your hands and feet, then pulls you into a sitting position. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. 

He keeps asking that, ever since you fainted. You’ve told him over and over that you’re fine. You’ve even promised to let him know if you start to feel weak or lightheaded, no matter what the two of you are doing at the time. 

“I’m okay,” you say flatly, covering your nakedness with your arms. Somehow it feels way more awkward to be nude in front of him when he’s being nice to you. 

“Need any help getting to the bathroom?”

You slowly stand up, then wince. He fucked you a little harder than usual. It didn’t hurt too much at the time but it left you sore. Not so sore that you can’t walk on your own, so you shake your head and go take a shower. 

The days pass, and when there’s only a week left, you ask Gojo if there are any buyers interested in you. 

“Oh, you’ve already been spoken for,” he says, surprising you. 

“Really? But I thought I was supposed to meet him a few times.”

Gojo shrugs. “It doesn’t always happen that way. Depends on the buyer.”

You feel a strange sense of relief. You’ve actually been worried that no one would want you. You don’t even know what happens in that case. The idea of being stuck with Gojo longer than necessary terrifies you. Your heart can’t take much more of this. 

Then, on your last night here, Gojo approaches you as you’re getting ready for bed. 

“I was going to wait until tomorrow and surprise you, but I can’t hold off any longer,” he says. 

You look up at him curiously. Is he going to give you some sort of parting gift? “What is it?” you ask. 

His face is strangely serious. “There’s no buyer coming to take you tomorrow.”

You blink. “What?” 

“There’s no buyer,” he repeats, and your only thought is, “Of course no one wants me.”

“But I wasn’t lying when I said you’re spoken for,” he goes on. “I’m keeping you. Tomorrow your contract will transfer to me.”

You stare at him, waiting for him to laugh and tell you he’s joking. He doesn’t. 

“Why… would you do that?”

He gives you that look again, that one you can’t quite read, then says, “Why? Because I love you, that’s why. Because I want us to be together.”

The words slowly seep into your brain, and you’re reminded of those cheesy teen movies where the mean popular boy would ask the ugly girl to the prom, just to get her hopes up, and then laugh as he crushes them. 

You can’t take this anymore, these cruel jokes, these petty attempts to trick you. 

“Stop it!” you suddenly yell. “Just stop it, please! Stop hurting me!” 

Gojo’s face freezes, then a look of utter confusion spreads across it. 

You don’t care. You’re going to tell him what you think, what you feel, and damn him, he’s going to listen! 

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[10-honglazia-24]

Wooyoung’s POP+ Live…Solo(?)

ミ★ oneshot

Pairing: Solo content, MxM interactions

Chapters: 1

Word count: ???

Rating: 18+, mature, legals only, mdni !

Genre: smut, solo smut, porn with a little plot, follow up plot

Warning/tag: idol!wooyoung, fan!viewers, masturbation, edging, praise, fingering, begging, idol!san, just POP+ live smut, wooyoung being teased by another member, wooyoung getting more than he bargained for, pervert san, ONLY anal fingering and jerking off, hair pulling, dirty talk, degrading, really foul, revenge edging

Summary: After teasing and observing San having some fun of his own, thank to a simple pair of shorts he had chosen to wear, Wooyoung himself gets worked up and can’t help but turn on a live and work himself over a little for his fan. Unlike the lovely machine he used in his last session, he’s got a different ‘toy’ to try.

Inspiration from: Ateez as Camboys (Pt. 1) written by @akistaytiny

Follow-up of: San’s POP+ Live Solo written by myself

After posting the picture up on his POP+ account, Wooyoung couldn’t help but bite his lip as he scrolled through the comments. Reading through the begging crowd of fans telling him to take care of himself and to share it with them. Just wanting to see his cock out for them. Some wanting him to use his machine again and others wanting the view of his cock more than penetration. He’d be lying if he had said the comments himself didn’t already have him leaving a damp spot in his shorts.

So, quickly pressing himself up off of his bed- He moves to the couch, sitting comfortably with phone in hand and going through to the functions to starting a live. The comments flooding with screams and the myriad of nicknames the fans had for the other.

“Wooooyoung!”

“Wooyoung-ie!”

“Babyboy!”

“Has our Wooyoung come to share?”

Wooyoug can’t help but giggle before greeting the fans with a smile as he tosses his bangs aside. “Hellooo~ Your Wooyoung is here~ I couldn’t help myself, so I came to see you guys.”

As Wooyoung speaks and is watching the comments, he sees the fans notice very well enough that his other hand is occupied. Only holding his phone where they came see his face and shoulders…Other hand obviously working on his cock. Slow form strokes as he notes his lip.

“Wooyoung please show us~”

“PLEEEEEASE”

“Babyboy you promised you’d share~”

“Don’t tease us like you did Sannie”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but give a breathless laugh, sighing out as he leans back against the couch more. Blonde bangs falling to cover one of his eyes as he did so. Biting his lip as his hand begins to move faster. Cheating rising as he bites back a moan.

“You want to see~? Okay.” With flushed cheeks he finally tilts the phone down to show only his hand wrapped around his length. Moaning out softly as he teased at the slit with his thumb. A sheen layer around his cock and his fingers, lubing himself with his own precum. Only moments into admiring the scene, Wooyoung entertains his fans some more before spitting onto his cock to lube himself up some more. Another needy moan falling from his lips. Loud sighs of pleasure resonating from him as he takes turns between stroking himself and fondling his balls. With already flushed cheeks he looks back down to see the comments.

“Ugh, Wooyoung do that again~”

“you’re so hot Wooyoung”

“That’s so sexy~”

“Wooyoung-ie spit on your cock again please~?”

With a sheepish smile gathering at his lips, he does just as he’s requested. Spitting onto his cock again and stroking himself even faster.

“Wooyoung listens so well~”

“He’s a good boy. Right?”

“Wooyoung-is is our good boy~”

There’s a whimper that threatens to spill from the others lips. Slowly moving his hips to meet with the motions of his own hands. But the longer he watches the comments, the more he can’t hide the sounds.

“Y-Yes…I’m your good boy~…I- I like you to watch me…T-tell me how to do it…W-Wanna be good for you…”

“Wooyoung-ie is being so good for us~”

“So good for ATINY 🤭”

“Mmm~, A-ATINY…what should I do now? Tell me..” There’s a desperate tone in Wooyoung’s words now. Licking his lips as hungry eyes look down to the comments and he sees a few directing him to undress himself a little more. “Take them off? Okay-“

He then take his hand from his cock. Now moving to prop his phone up onto the table that was in front of the sofa. Making sure there was a better view for the fans. He pushes off his little black shorts first, revealing that there wasn’t even any underwear on underneath. Now propping his feet on the couch- Knees up and holding his legs spread to give the fans a full view. Showing off his pink hole and everything above. Hand quickly coming back down to begin stroking himself again. He kept the comments open once he knew the angle was good so he can focus more on seeing them rather than seeing himself…And that’s when he saw it…A certain comment but not from a fan…

“Lose the shirt.”

Wooyoung swallows seeing the highlighted comment, and more than familiar username. His legs closing slightly but his hand never stopped.

“S-San-ah I thought you were sleeping?”

It’s then that Wooyoung swears he can feel the other smirk from beyond the walls.

“Sannie!”

“Oh my god.. what’s happening now.”

“Is San going to help Wooyoung too?”

“Mmm, should I return the favor?”

There’s a whimper that falls from Wooyoung’s lips. Closing his eyes as he refuses to look at the comments for a moment. It was one thing getting to tease San- But the other was usually never bold enough to counter in such a way. He already knew San had watched his lives and even though he never commented until he had fucked himself into his machine, and now- The thought had been lingering in the back of his mind ever since. Why was he feeling this way?

“Be a good boy, Woo~ Didn’t you say to give them what they want?”

“Yes, please take off the shirt”

“We want to see everything babyboy~”

“Pleeeease~?”

With a defeated whine Wooyoung does as he’s requested- Removing his shirt and dropping it to the floor. His entire nakedness now brought into view for the fans now…And San.

“Spread your legs more- Show me your hole again?”

“Ahhh Sannie!?”

“Ah~ Sannie couldn’t sleep because of Wooyoung”

“🤭🤭🤭”

Not even able to recognize any other comments aside from San’s at the moment, Wooyoung feel his face grow hotter. Biting his lips and doing jsut as he was told. Spreading his legs more. Showing off his weeping cock and puffy hole.

“Fuck, that looks tight- But I’ve seen what you can put in~”

Wooyoung’s body shivers and his cock is seeping even more precum at the thought. His hole and cock twitching just at the thought. Hole already aching for something more. But he didn’t want to use any toys this time. He wanted to push himself with his own hands. He wanted to feel skin and warmth.

“Wooyoung-ie, you know what we want~”

“Wooyoung, be good and give yourself a finger”

“You’re being such a good boy, do what they say”

“But don’t touch anything else. Just your hole”

Wooyoung is craning his head back with a whine. Before uttering a soft ‘okay’ and he brings his fingers to his mouth. Two of them, shoving them past plush lips and sucking on them slowly at first…Before it’s a slobbery mess, drool coming down the corner of his mouth.

It’s then that a bold and devious idea crosses the others mind…

“Mmm- San~…Mm, Atiny…San-ah~…” The other suddenly begins to moan around his fingers. The list rushing straight to his head as he’s loud and vulgar with his actions. Drooling going down his hand as he soaked his fingers.

“Fuck. Wooyoung-“

“Wooyoung-ie if I was there-“

“🤤🤤🤤”

“💞💞💞”

“Such a good boy look at that mess”

“🥵🥵🥵”

“San, are you seeing this???”

“San-ah, Wooyoung is being so bad because you’re here now”

“Sannie???”

Wooyoung couldn’t help but smirk a bit around his fingers. Seeing San’s sudden silence in the chat, he felt like he had earned himself a win. Now taking his sopping fingers from his mouth, astring of saliva following, as he brings them down to play with his hole. Circling one of the digits around his rim. Watching the comments roll in even faster. Now begging him to put a finger in.

“I’m supposed to be begging you, Atiny~…But okay, okay I’ll do it.” Wooyoung promises in a breathless chuckle before slowly slipping a finger inside. Brows knotting slightly and mouth gaping to let a moan spill from his lips.

He’s fucking himself now.

Working a single finger in and out, nice and slow for his viewers. Glossy eyes coming open to watch the next string of comments…Still not seeing San…Instead. He hears his door suddenly open, and with a gasp, he slams his legs shut, before he realizes who it is.

“Wooyoung-?”

“What’s wrong-?”

“Who came in!?”

“😖 Oh no he’s in trouble”

“Baby??? 🥺”

But it’s soon they see the huge nervous grin gathering at Wooyoung’s lips as he glances to the camera then back to the figure that entered his room. Now spreading his legs again. Biting his lips as his eyes stayed glued towards the direction of his door. Continuing what he was doing before. Eyes glued to whoever had entered the room.

“Come see your fans~…” He moans. “They want to know who couldn’t help themselves-“

It’s then that the fan are finally able to see San. Making his way into view as he takes a seat on the couch next to Wooyoung. Immediately taking a hold of the others chin and claiming his lips in a messy kiss. For a moment it’s just that. A hungry, desperate exchange of lips as Wooyoung’s hands never stopped touching himself. His eyes though were open, glancing to the comments as he smirked into the kiss before gently pushing the other away with the hand that was previously on his cock.

“D-don’t be rude…Greet my fans.” He says and San mutters something before looking to the camera with a smirk. Licking his lips before running fingers through his hair.

“Hello everyone~ It’s better to see me here right?” He asks and his eyes are immediately scanning the comments with a smile.

“SAN?!”

“That was so hot..Do you guys kiss a lot?!”

“Sannie, I won’t be able to make it much longer with you here…”

San chuckles, glancing back to see Wooyoung who was back in his own world. Head tilted back against the couch as his hand was slow around his cock. Working himself open with a second finger now.

“We kiss sometimes…But not like That- Not in a Long time…Wooyoung gets shy. But it’s cute~”

As San was having his little conversation with the viewers, he can’t help but laugh hearing a strained ‘shut up’ from the one behind him. Now licking his mouth again as he moves back to the couch.

“Should we help him cum?”

San looks to the comments- And feels his face heats up at the last he reads.

“Of course we’re going to let him cum!”

“Babyboy deserves it”

“Sannie, he’s so cute, you heard him~”

“What do you wanna do with him, Sannie? 🤭”

“What do I wanna do with him..?” San repeats and he slowly looks to Wooyoung, who is now raising his head from the couch, looks at San with anxious eyes.

He can see something flicker in San’s eyes.

Something dangerous.

But at the same time the same anxiousness.

It’s then that Wooyoung retracts his hands, now moving to press his lips to San’s for a moment before moving to whisper in his ear…

“Hey!!”

“Wooyoung-ie, Tell us too!”

“:( that’s not fairrrr”

“Maybe they’ll tell us later”

“Wooyoung is such a tease-“

In the moments of the fans comments rolling in, the two are changing positions. San taking Wooyoung’s place on the couch as he pushes his sweatpants down just far enough to show off his erection. Wooyoung now moving to straddle San’s lap in the reverse cowgirl position. Carefully straddling the others length so that it’s nestled between his cheeks. The smaller immediately but slowly beginning to rock his hips. Causing a groan to escape from his lips. San’s hands immediately coming up up to grip at the others waist. Slowly exploring the smallers body, traveling over every dip and curve before gripping his thighs. Teasing up and down along them before one of his hands finally comes to wrap around Wooyoung’s length.

“H-ha…Fuck~…Y-yes…” Wooyoung sighs out as he told his head back with a soft moan. Letting his eyes fall closed as he feels the soft hand, firmly jerking his cock.

“Does it feel good? Y-Yeah?” San can be more heard than seen speaking with ragged breathes as his free hand continues feeling up the other.

“Mm, feels good…” He then lifts his head to bring his attention back to the comments. “I-Is this good? Are you guys okay with th-this?”

“Woo, baby is that a real question?”

“I’m about to finish twice because of you two~”

“Please, please let us see a replay”

“I can’t stop touching myself”

Wooyoung can’t help but give a breathless laugh before turning his head to relay the things the fans are saying. Completely amused. Excited. Aroused. He felt absolutely exposed to his viewers to his friend and he loved it. The feeling of being craved and watched by so many eyes…In the moment, it was the greatest high he could ever imagine. In private, yeah they would help each other. Kiss. Get creative. But never have they done it in an audience before…

“I’m glad ATINY our enjoying themselves…Getting to cum and feel good because of us~…Our own little good girls and boys~” San adds and even though he’s mentioning the fans the words have Wooyoung’s body shivering.

“Wooyoung-ah?”

“H-Huh?”

“Can I put one of my fingers in..? Maybe…”

Wooyoung’s mind short circuits at the question. San’s fingers inside him. They’d never done that before…But how could he complain? Biting his lip only thinking for a moment, he spreads his legs before looking up to see the comments wanting the same thing.

“D-do it…Wanna cum for ATINY…from your fingers…Th-they want to see it too.” He says in almost a whisper as he squirms and readjusts in the others lap. Giving him a better position to let his fingers meet his hole.

But he doesn’t feel his fingers there, no.

Instead there’s two fingers prodding at his lips and Wooyoung is parting plump folds to take in the two digits. His gaze set on the camera as he slowly works his tongue around the other fingers. Moaning shamelessly around them as San’s hand continues working his length. San’s fingers fondling and pressing against Wooyoung’s tongue as the sensation and the sound of it all of course got him even harder. It’s then that San’s hand now is picking up the pace when he notices the change in his pitch…and the pace of his hips. Wooyoung’s ass gave his cock more attention the more SAN’s hand jerked and played with his cock for the camera. Peering over to see what he could of the comments and loving that the audience was getting the best view there was: Wooyoung’s face. His cock. But the fans couldn’t quite see his hole anymore. Not with it rubbing against San’s length the way it was.

“Wooyoung~ The fans want to hear you get more vocal~…You’ve called their name a lot…Say my name.” San bites his lip just at the thought, now slowly pulling his fingers from the other mouth and Wooyoung shakes his head.

Only grinds his ass harder against San’s length. Making the other throw his head back with a curse, and tugging on Wooyoung’s cock in a particular way that has him giving a similar reaction.

“F-fuck… Wooyoung.. Please- J-just once…Say my name, please…”

Despite San’s obvious begging, he’s ditching the others length and grabbing a handful of his balls. Roughly tugging and fondly them. Smacking at them before doing the same to his swaying, weeping cock.

“Haa~ Agh~ Agh God- F-fuck- Oh~” Wooyoung squirmed in the others lap. Hips shamelessly bucking into his hand and grinding back against the leaking cock that was nestled between his cheeks.

“Just say my name already- Fuck, man cmon~ Cmon Wooyoung- Cmon…”

As if with emphasis on each word, San is thrusting his hips more, chasing his own high as he fucks himself between Wooyoung’s asscheeks. Relentlessly abusing the others cock still. Wooyoung still denying the other What he wanted as he muffles his own moans tucking his lips in.

“Waaah, Sannie is getting his revenge ~”

“Is he though? Wooyoung still won’t say his name 🤭”

“Wooyoung sounds so pretty either way~ I’m so jealous~”

“Sannie looks like he’s about to go in!!!”

San notices the comment and smiles. “Thank you you’re right. Maybe if I put it inside him-“ San groans slowing the pace of his hips, now moving a hand up to grab a handful of the others hair, yanking his head back. “Is that what I need to do, Woo? Use my cock like your little machine?”

Followed by the yelp he made when his hair was pulled, and San finally shoving those two wet fingers inside of him- Wooyoung whimpers and there it is:

“S-San~…San, San, San~…”

San’s name slipping from his lips in the most pathetic and delicious tone.

“HE SAID IT!”

“😭 I’m really jealous now.”

“Oh Wooyoung-ie do it again you’re so cute~!”

“Just let it feel good”

San’s action stutter for a moment as he sees the sudden highlighted familiar user pop up in the spam of comments- It wasn’t long before the fans themselves were confirming the other presence for them.

“Seonghwa 🫶🫶🫶!!!”

“Seonghwa, you like to watch?!”

“Shhh~ Atiny I love you💞, but let’s focus on them. Don’t miss it.”

“😭 Awh!!”

“Wooyoung’s face Looks so cute right now!”

“Wooyoung actually gets shy when we watch~ I can’t help it.”

“He’s so loud, I like to see what he’s doing”

“Look at how cute~ San is doing a good job.”

San can’t help but smirk as he sees the comments. Or the arousal that’s ripping through every nerve.

“Do you see that Wooyoung? Seonghwa thinks it’s cute too..He’s watching us~ Watching you. Th-the way you sound- Fuck~…C-Cum for them Wooyoung…”

Wooyoung’s mind was a haze. Sans voice almost muffled in his ears, but it was those very words that were throwing him closer to the edge. San’s hand tight around his cock. His fingers mercilessly working his hole, shoving themselves knuckles deep again again. And they were all watching. His fans. His members even…Everyone. Everyone was watching him. Seonghwa for sure was watching him. But who else…?

“C’mon Wooyoung~…Cmon baby, be a good boy~ Wanna see you cum- P-please…So close..Fuck- Fucking cum, Woo, fucking make a mess on all over my fingers…Want to taste it.”

That was his breaking point. With his hands coming around to grip the red locks behind him, he’s crying out in a string of high moans. San’s teeth sinking into his neck without a second thought and it’s the prettiest cry he’s ever heard from Wooyoung when the smaller cums all over his hand. Panting raggedly as he bucks his hips. San helping milk every last drop from him. Not being able to tell from all the sweat that had gathered there, San’s own release was running down the smaller’s back, slowly grinding his softening cock against the mess.

“That was amazing~”

“Oh…Oh wow…”

“I feel dizzy…San, Wooyoung that was amazing…”

“You two were so cute~”

“Hongjoong heard you too”

“They were so loud, that’s what I love”

“So fucking pretty 💞💞💞”

“You should do more lives together, please 😭”

With exhausted smiles, Wooyoung and San read through the comments. Wooyoung resting back to chest in San’s lap. San’s hands still lazily roaming Wooyoung’s body, before he’s taking out his own phone to begin scrolling through comments from his own subscription. The two of them eventually taking turns getting up and going to clean themselves off before inevitably deciding a shower was the better option.

“Are you going to shower together!?”

“Woosannie shower time?”

“Post pictures pleeeease~”

“Just one!”

Wooyoung giggle as he finished reading the comments. Running his fingers through his hair one more time as he entertained a few more questions.

“Maybe~ We’ll see. I have to go clean up now. Thank you all for coming and spending time with me today.” He says before blowing a kiss to the camera, then leaning to whisper. “And for bringing San too.”

And with that, he giggles before closing out the live. Now making his way to the shower that he did in fact share with San. A little while later the two entertaining the fans requests and posting a picture of the two of them in the shower. Just the view of each others hands on the others cocks.

They finished up and San was going to go back to his room after chatting with Wooyoung for a bit- But a soft knock at the door would interrupt their conversation…

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #kpop smut #ateez hard hours #ateez x fans #ateez camboys

[measuredingold]

now our tongues are tied

authors note: this is something i've been sitting on for a week or so, hence why it's so short, but i've done nothing but listen to this playlist (thank you @throwingmetothelions for my life) and the first song has become my favorite. for some reason i could not get this imagine out of my head every time i listened to gooey 🫠 anyways, as always i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated! my requests are closed for the time being so i can get caught up on the ones i decide to do and so i can work on chap 4 of to be in love and to be loved :)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 945

cw/tags: slight realization of ~feelings~, fingering, cunnilingus, basically porn w/o plot but like there could be plot if you squinted, 18+ minors do not interact

Nicholas thinks for a split second that this might be his favorite place in the entire world.

Lips brushing against lips, soft puffs of air between the two of you, his hand sliding to the back of your head to gently tangle into your hair... The noise you let out has his cocking aching, jeans tightening as he finally presses his lips to yours, and groans from deep inside his chest. You drive him fucking crazy.

It was supposed to be a casual thing, you and him. A friend of a friend, met a few years ago when he was home from tour. It started out as just friends, seriously, but he never missed the way your eyes would linger on him for a beat too long, the way you'd hug him just a little longer than a friend of a friend should. He tried not to think too hard about it, because sometimes he got in his head and looked far into things when he shouldn't. That all came to an end, though, about a year later when he had you pressed between him and the wall, lips attached to your neck with a hand down your pants.

Then it just... kept happening.

Whenever he was home from tour, he'd come see you. Sometimes you'd drive to the closest city he was in to see him. All casual. Just hooking up - helping each other out. At least, that's what he likes to tell himself.

He’s always been a shitty liar, though.

The whine you let out against his lips has him shaking, his grip on your hair tightening as his lips slide over yours before trailing down, kissing wherever he could against your skin. He shifts the two of you, leaning you back against the couch and easily placing himself in between your thighs.

He lightly grazes his teeth against the spot against your neck that he knows gets you going, and he can tell because you're arching into him again, a moan now slipping from your lips. Nicholas thinks he'd never get enough of you and the way you react to his touch, the way your back arches and press your body closer to his. You were addicting.

He doesn't stop trailing his lips down your body, hands coming down to push your shirt up to kiss along the plains of your skin, relishing in the way you gasped as his fingers worked steadily on your zipper, hooking into the loops of your jeans to pull them down. You lift your hips up automatically, already knowing the drill, and something inside Nicholas swirls with pride. He doesn’t even have to ask you and you already know. 

Your underwear follows, clothes discarded somewhere on the floor and Nicholas readjusts himself in between your legs until he’s face to face with your exposed center. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of how wet you are, all for him, and he wastes no time in leaning forward, pressing a kiss to your slick covered folds. 

You keen, back arching off the couch already and he lifts his gaze to you. You’re already looking at him, brows pinched together, and bottom lip clenched between your teeth he’s sure you’re about to break skin. He doesn’t break eye contact, going by memory as he used two fingers to spread your folds and flick his tongue over your swollen clit. He watched the way your face contorts, the pinch between your brows vanishing and your mouth dropping open.

Fingers tangled in his hair, you press his face closer to you as he swirls his tongue around, and he slides a finger inside of your aching cunt. You clench around his digit and his eyes flutter shut, groaning around your clit as he slowly began to pump his finger inside of you. 

“Nick.” You breathe out before it was followed by a moan. “Fuck. Don’t stop, baby.”

He loves when you say his name, all fucked out and pretty. It’s one of his favorite sounds, he thinks. He’ll never get over it.

You push your hips down to meet the curl of his finger and he takes this as an invitation to slide in a second one, slowly, tongue swirling around your clit as he eases into you. You tug at his hair, pulling hard, and Nicholas can’t help but moan against you. He curls his fingers, angling them in the way he knows you like, and you shout above him, back arching off the couch.

“Come on,” He pulls away briefly, turning his head to press open mouthed kisses against your thigh. “Give it to me, sweetheart.”

With a few more pumps of his fingers and his lips wrapping back around your aching clit, it doesn’t take long until you’re crying out his name, fingers gripping his hair so tightly that it’s damn near painful. He doesn’t let up, lapping at your center and taking everything he can get from you. You have to physically push him off of you, your legs shaking around him as you become too sensitive to the touch.

He meets you halfway, lips crashing against each other, all teeth and tongue. He hears you moan against him, probably tasting yourself on his mouth, and you’re hastily sliding your hands down his body. He helps your push his jeans and boxers down in one go, just to his thighs, because he can barely fucking wait to get inside of you.

And when he finally is, forehead pressed against yours as you whine against his lips, he decides he’s finally done lying to himself and that this is his favorite place in the entire world.

#bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo x reader #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #mine

[tauon07]

hate matthew mullenwanker? you should join the fediverse, NOW!

the fediverse is totally awesome. it's a magical system, sort of like email, meaning anyone on different websites can talk to each other, seamlessly! (usually seamlessly. sort of. kinda.)

there are a ton of awesome websites (known as instances) you can join! if you don't like one, that's fine, because the magic of the fediverse allows you to follow people on all the other ones!

some of my favourite are:

wafrn (short for "we allow female representing nipples") made by our own @gabbomanestamuyloco - it's a tumblr-like social media written in angular. it supports tags with spaces and symbols like tumblr does.

transfem.social (an instance of sharkey, hosted by transfem.org) - it's more like twitter, but so much better! it allows advanced post formatting allowing for animations and custom emojis and even more! it also has emoji reactions on it.

goblin.band - another tumblr-like fedi instance, based on firefish, so it's similar to transfem.social, but it has traditional tumblr features such as notes and reblogging. i think it also has tags with spaces but i'm not fully sure since i've never used it.

wet-dry world - an instance of mastodon, running on a modified software called chuckya. it has emoji reactions too, and it has a cleaner ui theme made by freeplay (but the old one can be turned on in settings). they also have tim sweeney from epic games, and steam from steam (not really)

(there is also the software akkoma, but i don't know any good instances of it, sorry! >w<)

now what?

first, once you've set up your profile, you should make a post using #introduction as a hashtag. just say a little about yourself and what you like. you should also mention that you come from tumblr, people are really nice to tumblr users on fedi.

also, you should understand fedi is different to tumblr. you should do stuff like put alt text on images, and use content warnings on your posts.

next, you should follow some cool people! here are a list of some i know:

follow me if you want, i'm @[email protected]

@gabbomanestamuyloco is @[email protected]

@jv is @[email protected]

@puppygirl-hornyposting2 is @[email protected]

@[email protected] is a shitposter (and really nice person :3) with lots of interesting history

@foone is @[email protected]

@beigely is @[email protected]

@[email protected] is my bestie and she would really appreciate more followers i think :3

there are lots of other cool people you will see quickly once you start interacting with people :3

maybe this is just me, but after i joined fedi i started noticing a lot more "mastodon" or fedi links on peoples' websites, so i found a lot of cool accounts that way. keep an eye out!

i hope you have fun with your new knowledge about the other places out there, just a few clicks away. :3

also this is my first long tumblr post sorry if it's bad >w<

#tauon.rtf #fediverse #mastodon #wafrn #goblin band

[p-oisn]

✪ moot appreciation time ! tag some of your fav moots and share what you love about them ! then place this in other blogs asks !

okay I tried including as many ppl as possible but these are the ones I can list from the top of my head / interact w the most so </3

@pupicito : SUUPER CUTE ACC ??? like every mb is so unique n cool everyone should frame fish's mbs on their wall 🤕 n also so supportive like every post of theirs deserves a billion notes . alsososo thee most fun person to talk to ever 😞 js so sweet I wake up solely to look at fish's mbs they are so perfect i could talk abt them forever

@wiotas : I was acc so happy when I found out we knew each otber from like late 2022 ish i forgot ... (you knew me since my wannabe edgy phase but 😨) bc i rmb wanting to be your friend so bad bc you seemed so cool n now we're moots ?!?! you're so sweet liek omg ☹️☹️☹️ you always are so supportive n everytime you use my mbs as your theme i feel like biting into a brick wall BC WDYM you like my mbs enough to use them as your theme that's such an honour coming from you esp ?! 😞

@y-vna : DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ??? like oooh I'm so happy to have ari as a moot I don't even know what I did to deserve her 😞 n also you have such stunning jaw dropping toe curling stomach churning mbs like omg ???? giggling everytime I get an mb from from you bc it's literally like a blessing 🤞🏼🤞🏼 n js soo supportive

@jeonzio : scremaing and yelling everytime I look at your acc bc everything and I mean EVERYTHING abt is soooo pretty n pleasing to look at ?? you're soo sweet n also the cutest person ever !! idk what else to say but like live laugh love tee 🤕 I will forever cherish every single one of our interactions bc they are simply the cutest

@koosuvi : YOU'RE SOOO SUPPORTIVE SOBS I lovelovelove every single one of your compliments they make me want to start jumping around my room giggling 😞 n also you quite literally have one of THEE prettiest accs on tumblr like omg pls teach ... your mbs are always out of this world 😖😖 I love you n everything ab your blog never stop posting plz ill cry

@yeritos : JUNEEE my fav my fav my fav ☹️ the best nctzen on this app ugh there aren't enough words to describe my love for you 😞 your mbs are literally soooo gorgeous omg i was screaming n crying when you followed me back bc im literally your #1 fan . you're sososo nice n amazing n everything 🌸 I love waking up to your mbs everyday n eating my yeritos meal 🍴

@tookio : ONE OF THE BEST MOODBOARD CREATORS ON THIS APP literally no one comes close i mean it 😞 your entire account is sooo stunning like you really deserves ALLL the love in the world !! n omg how I love your comments they make my day soo much better I love you so much for that istg :(

@jaes1lvr : literally hugs n kisses to mely 🫂 /p one of my biggest supporters too n js super sweet 😞 your mbs are js sooo unique I wish I could plaster it on my forehead so everyone in the world could see them 😡😡 I will forever be grateful for your overwhelming support like omg <33

@s-heon : super cool person that i really really really admire 🤔 like omg i could talk abt how grateful I am to you for hours, days even bc you were like my biggest inspo ever while starting out n also your mbs 🔛🔝 im so happy I ever found your blog it has such a special place in my heart 🤕💓 i loev you to the moon n back .

#ㅤ𝆬ㅤ ㅤ◌ㅤㅤׅㅤinboxㅤ₍ᐢ ᐢ₎

[philyaoi]

under cut cuz i talk too much lol

i am not blaming dan or anything (and obviously this has been a joke in lgbt spaces for forever) but i do think he unintentionally enabled the like "homophobia is a good thing actually" type jokes and like i definitely make them too, and im always seeing jokes on here like "god why are they Like This" etc. but i think some people just dont know the line or view them so much as friends that they don't think about how it could read differently from someone who is essentially a stranger. ive said smth similar before of like, dnp (ESP DAN...) used to be not great at drawing boundaries esp since youtube and social media culture were so different back then, but now even when they draw hard lines ppl either continue to step right over them, or dont understand exactly where the line goes. they dont care if u write smut or dead dove fics, they dont care if u make shippy fanart, but like maybe dont tag them in buttsecks? (or maybe do, idk theyre being so unhinged lately maybe we gotta start @'ing them in catboy porn (JOKING))

i was talking w a friend a little bit ago about the exact differences between the generally speaking philosophies between older fans and younger fans. it seems that older fans embrace creating transformative works and having their own interpretations on who dnp are, whereas younger fans want to know dnp on a personal level and want dnp to know Them and recognize them not just as fans but as people. and OFC there are older phannies who want the parasocial interaction and younger phannies who write fic and people who do neither, and people who do both! (hi :3) but then some people have a difficult time being able to marry the two ideas maybe?

heres the truth. dan and phil are real human beings who have made a career largely off their shared dynamic together, BOTH because they genuinely enjoy creating and being together AND because a lot of people really get invested in it and it makes them more money. they don't mind fic or art, you probably SHOULDNT tag them in the saucy stuff, but they know it's out there and generally have been respectful of fan spaces and knowing where OUR boundaries lie (altho maybe the line was toed w the roblox video but thats debatable.) they really do care about their audience both in order to please us and keep us coming back, AND because they see how much theyve affected us as people and have a deep *Sarapocial Relationship with us.

there are both parasocial AND tranformative ways to break boundaries, and oftentimes they can be one and the same. they aren't our friends they arent our dads and they arent objects with no feelings. they don't stalk our accounts but they are still able to see whatever we post publicly. theyve seen so many horrible things and have had many horrible things happen to them, and while no one can be certain something like that won't happen again, now that they have been able to be more honest with us about a lot of things they are able to trust us a little bit more.

anyway ramble over back to me talking abt how dan should embrace their transness

#*sarapocial relationship (term coined by john and hank green): #the relationship that creators have with their audience and viewing the audience more like family or friends than just viewers #myrambles #mytext

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

Chapter 11

uh oh...

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

It wouldn't be Byakuya if he didn't randomly decide to start shit for no reason

Sometimes I wish Byakuya and Kyoko would just make out instead of whatever happens here

@moonlighttogami ! <3 !!!!

Content warning tags: None come to mind? But there are complex rituals

< previous - from start - next >

Despite the impending sense of dread that seems to fall over the rest of the class, Byakuya spends much of the next day with buoyed spirits.

It was hard for him to be displeased, after all. After parting ways with Fujisaki, he had spent a good portion of the rest of the night experimenting with the handbook, reading through one of the books he had brought from the library. By the time he finally decided to go to bed (at 3:27 AM, as announced by the handbook’s clock), he was completely familiar with most of the functionalities.

It wasn’t as good as having his vision back, of course, but it was leagues better than what he had before. Not just because he had a way to read, but a way to do something by his own volition; never before had he realized how much he missed being able to tell the time.

His good mood does not go unnoticed. Kirigiri approaches him at breakfast that morning, standing in front of him, arms crossed.

“You seem happy.” It doesn’t sound accusatory, rather, it’s as pointing out the weather, but she’s not the type to approach him without some kind of ulterior intentions. And remembering their last interaction, he suspects that he should be on guard now.

But, not even she can damper his mood, and he smiles politely at her anyways. “Do I? How kind of you to notice.” He hums, as he sips his second cup of coffee. If the others had noticed the strange confrontation occurring between them, they were ignoring it. Over at the group table, he can hear Fujisaki talking animatedly with Ogami and Asahina, making plans to try weight-lifting. The night before, Byakuya had suggested to him to start small in building his confidence up by confessing his secret to the others in small increments, since he was planning on coming out anyways.

“Oh, but make sure that you’re not alone in the room with just one other person. That’s a recipe for disaster.” He had added offhandedly, as they walked back to their rooms that night. “We’re still in a killing game after all. Everyone might seem friendly enough, but we’re all competition at the end of the day.”

Fujisaki had apparently taken it seriously, and was making strides in progress. He no longer seemed so quiet and hesitant, pushed to the outskirts. As he laughs along with something that Hagakure had said, Byakuya allows himself to feel a little pride in that, taking credit for the change.

Kirigiri still hovers in front of him, quiet. He raises an eyebrow at her. “Is there something that you need?”

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” She stares down at him. “You don’t seem bothered that our secrets will be revealed in around twelve hours.”

It’s true. He feels oddly light, even with that knowledge. Perhaps it was the handbook, bolstering his certainty in his own capabilities. No matter what would happen, he was sure he could overcome it as he always had. Even if his secrets did get revealed here…

Well, the Togami family had methods of keeping tight lids, and not even a faceless mastermind could compare to one of the oldest, most prestigious families in history. He’d suffer reprimands later, for letting such a thing happen…but with his circumstances, he thinks he could be afforded a little bit of leeway.

It’s for this reason that he decides to try stirring things up. “Maybe I’m counting on someone to die.” He replies languidly, fingers knit together, and there’s a sudden hush that follows his words. He thought the others might be listening in, and it seems he was correct.

“W-what?” It’s Fujisaki’s voice that speaks up. He’s standing up, staring at Byakuya. There’s likely a look of horror on his face.

“Am I wrong?” He replies, looking down his nose at all of them. “We’re all in competition at the moment, and our lives are only one of the things at stake. No matter what, someone is bound to die.”

“But-but we’re friends,” Fujisaki protests. “Even with secrets, to kill each other over them…that’s just horrific!”

He stares at Fujisaki, a little irritated. “Don’t be foolish. I’m sure that our secrets all hold different weights in our eyes, so don’t go assuming that we’re all looking forward to having them be publicly revealed.” The smaller boy seems to shrink back a little at that, though Byakuya saw this as an important lesson that needed to be heard. “Even if not because of this motive, then the next one, or the one after that. The mastermind plans to see bloodshed no matter what, so you shouldn’t underestimate just how far someone might go if pushed in the wrong direction. No matter how innocent they seem beforehand.”

He stares down Celeste in particular, remembering her outburst the night the motives were revealed, when it was suggested that they confess their secrets then and there. To her credit, she doesn’t seem to shy from his gaze.

“Are you referring to yourself?” she asks in her foreign lilt, a hand lifted to her mouth in mock affront, as if such a thing was unthinkable to her.

“How can I be?” He smirks back. “I’m not the kind of person to be shaken by such things.”

“My, how admirable.” She tilts her head. “But I thought one such as yourself would demonstrate a more aggressive approach to this game.”

“You act like you’re disappointed about that.”

“Would it be an insult to claim that I am?” She replies, a smile on her voice. “With one such as yourself, I was expecting you to be more invested. Or is your life too cheap to wager?”

The words are spoken without malice, but the intentions behind them were clearly meant to provoke. To draw a reaction. He’s had enough experience dealing with her type, people who clawed their way to wealth through slapdash, dishonorable means, and then thought that enough to consider themselves on the same level as he. He imagines she’s watching him, gauging his response. Such a shame, then, that he has no intentions of rising to the bait.

“On the contrary. My life is too valuable to be put on this playing table. It’d be like putting gold next to pennies,” He smiles at her, almost pleasantly. “I’m not on the same level as anyone else here, so I consider myself more of a spectator than a participant.”

There’s no small amount of outburst at that. Owada in particular, stands up swiftly, but whatever he’s about to say is interrupted by Kirigiri: “So, similar to the mastermind?”

He tenses immediately, and he can feel the others go still as well. There had been plenty of accusations that he and Kirigiri had been throwing around at each other, but this was the first time she had said it out loud in front of others. And so blatantly, too; he can feel eyes on him, crawling on his skin like insects.

He stares cooly up at her, even as he chews the shreds of raw skin inside his cheek. “What a bold and sudden thing to say,” He responds, keeping his voice even. “I wonder what you’re trying to gain by such baseless speculation?”

The tension is palpable. He can practically feel electric sparks running between the two of them, prickling and unpleasant. The room is dead silent, and all he can really hear is the quiet roar of his own pulse.

“G-guys!”

It’s Makoto who breaks the silence, jumping up from his seat and zipping to where the two of them are staring each other down. He throws himself bodily between them, arms waving. “L-let’s not do this, okay?! We have to keep it together!” He babbles. “I-it’s not going to help anything if we just stand around and accuse each other, so can’t we just...get along, or something?”

“Say that to the one who’s praying for a murder to happen.” Kirigiri replies coldly.

“You certainly speak loudly for someone who we know nothing about.” Byakuya shoots back, just as quickly. Makoto falters between them, stammering and trying to come up with something to say, but he needn’t have wasted his breath. After another moment, Kirigiri turns, and leaves the cafeteria.

With her departure, the pressure alleviates, and the others begin their clamor again, albeit much quieter than before. His appetite was ruined, and he set down his half-finished cup.

“I’m going to the library,” He says quietly, to Makoto. Though he might have no need for someone to read things aloud for him anymore, he did not feel exactly comfortable with the idea of being alone somewhere. Especially with Monokuma’s deadline fast approaching. “Come with me.”

He’ll be damned if he lets Kirigiri get the better of him, here and now.

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Not for the first time, he revels at having Alter Ego at his fingertips.

Now, actual progress could be made. He has Makoto look through the medical texts as he pores through the case files, delighting in being able to comprehend exactly what was in front of him. After losing something he had once taken for granted, having it at his fingertips once more was exhilarating, and he delights in taking his time, listening to Alter Ego’s methodical voice read out each file. He’s tempted to use the image description command that Fujisaki had told him about on the photos, but refrains out of consideration of the mastermind’s security cameras; Alter Ego was meant to be a secret weapon, after all, and the less that anyone saw of it, the better. Even now, he keeps the volume turned low, and stands with his back to the camera lens, leaning against the bookcase.

Some time around noon, there’s a knock on the door. Makoto jerks his head up off the desk with a grunt. Byakuya doesn’t bother even looking up from the file in his hands. “Who is it?”

“It’s Chihiro…”

What could he want? He couldn’t have already exhausted the advice given to him last night. “Come in.”

Fujisaki creaks open the door quietly. He’s changed out of his usual outfit in favor of a white t-shirt and blue tracksuit, the jacket of which is tied around his waist; he must have just finished working out with Asahina and Ogami, judging by the healthy flush on his skin. Already, he seemed to be standing taller, straighter than before…though Byakuya couldn’t say for sure.

“What is it?” He asks, attention once more turned to the papers in his hands. “I doubt you’re already done talking to everyone.”

“N-no…” Fujisaki fidgets for a moment. “Um. It’s been going really well though! I’ve already talked to Hina and Sakura, and Hifumi and Celeste…” He counts off his fingers as he lists them. “Um, and Kirigiri figured it out when she saw me in walk into the boy’s locker room, and-”

“I didn’t ask for a progress report.”

“R-right! I know that,” He says, a little defensively. “But, um, I just…wanted to let you know?”

Byakuya can’t help the sigh that leaves him. “Who do you have left.” He says, shuffling the page back into the folder and closing it with a quiet snap. It was a shame that he had to be interrupted too; the case he had been perusing had been an interesting one, about a murder that had occurred in an astronomy observatory.

“Um…Just Mondo, Hiro, and Taka...oh, and Toko.” He scratches his head. “I tried to talk to her earlier, but she just…ran away?” 

He considers this for a moment. Hagakure was flighty, but also stupid and friendly, so he wouldn’t pose much danger. Kiyotaka was always righteous and morally upright, and the first person to suggest sharing secrets, so he was also unlikely to be a threat. Fukawa was…well, Fukawa. Skittish and uninterested in most interactions, but…

He remembers the events of the previous evening, and grimaces. It’d be better to be safe than sorry with her.

Lastly, there was Owada. The Ultimate Biker Gang Leader was violent, and quick to anger, and has been so since day one. The night before, after Alter Ego was loaded onto his handbook, Fujisaki had admitted that he had been considering consulting either Byakuya or Owada on improving his strength, but the small declaration Byakuya had made against Monokuma was what helped him ultimately decide. 

Despite feeling somewhat affronted to be placed in the same rank as a vagrant of that caliber, Byakuya couldn’t help but think Fujisaki’s final choice was a wise decision; after an event characterized by high tensions, there was no telling how the gangster might react.

“I see. So you need someone to go with you?” Fujisaki nods. “Then go get someone to go with you. I’m busy.”

“Well…that’s the problem…” Fujisaki sounds sheepish. “Hina and Sakura are also, uh, busy, and Hifumi and Celeste are…hard to approach, I guess? And I can’t find Kyoko.” 

He ends his sentence with an expectant pause. Byakuya has to applaud him for showing some brazenness in his request, though he had no intention of humoring it. And though he would rather not be alone for too long, it shouldn’t take ages for Fujisaki to talk with this last handful of people.

He turns to Makoto, still sitting at the desk. “Go with him.”

“W-me?” Makoto startles upright. “Why?”

“I’m going to make some more progress on the case files. And it’s clear you’re not making any with that book.” He replies. Makoto cringes, surprisingly, as if he weren’t pointing out a simple truth - did that boy really think he wouldn’t notice that he was falling asleep at the desk? - “But make it quick. And stop at the kitchen on the way back and bring me some coffee.” 

“Okay…”

He turns his attention back to the files as they leave, the door creaking quietly closed behind him.

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#thpff chapters #thpff #byakuya togami #some complex rituals keep happening in this fic at this point they should just kiss sloppy style on screen #he is developing a fondness for chihiro. like hey this is my Computer Guy. you dont have a Computer Guy? heh. as expected of a peasant. #byakuya mentor route unlocked (he's not very good at it tbh) #kyoko novel easter egg in this chapter (i have not read the kyoko novels)

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Amira Wayne - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23: Family, Friends and Identities (2)

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Damian sat in the middle of the archive room, assessing his new findings over the portrait he found of his father and sister with the unknown woman although he did have an inkling of who she might just be. 

However, guesses are guesses until you have enough evidence to make them into truths. 

One thing led to another and after coming to an obvious conclusion, he needed some evidence to know that he was right…that he was right. 

Which is how he found himself in front of his sister’s room. 

After all, she must have some clues about the woman that shared the same portrait as her, even if it was from some time ago.

It was strange to say the less the awkwardness Damian felt as his hand hovered over the doorknob leading into sister’s room. 

While there was a logical, or rather, biological reasoning for Amira’s existence, that was just it…

He has a sister. 

He has a sister who he didn’t know about until just a few hours ago.  

A sister that is the same age as him and has been living with their father since she was a toddler. 

He didn’t even know about him until he was four and even then, he didn’t know his name until he requested it as a prize for managing to land a hit on his grandfather on his birthday duel…

And that was years ago…

He didn’t want to thank the traitor, but…if it weren’t for Wilson’s invasion, he would have never-

“You shouldn’t be here.” A voice spoke from behind him, Damian holding in a huff. 

Timothy Jackson Drake.  

Father’s latest charity case…

Even though Drake has one relative left to care for him…never mind that. 

Just how long has he been standing there?

Ignoring the child, Damian turned the knob, only for it to only turn halfway. 

Of course it was locked. 

“Amira-“ Drake started, only for Damian to cut him off.

“What my sister owns and does should not be a secret to me. I’m her brother.”

“Blood doesn’t justify invading another person’s privacy.” Tim argued, recalling the importance of the word ‘blood’ and ‘biological’ meant to him. “ She shouldn’t have to report about every little thing she does. She has a right to keep secrets to herself. Not even Jason walked into her room unless she allowed him in. And that’s considering the fact that Jason was the closest to her.”

Damian pondered for a minute, his hand never letting go of the door knob. 

“Jason…as in Jason Todd?” 

Tim fought the urge to let out a snort.  

“I thought you knew-“

“I saw him once in the halls of our headquarters.” Damian casually mentioned, wondering what Drake’s expression would look like. “Todd looked just like you when he arrived; scrawny and lacking any sense of-“

“Jason was with you?” Damian turned to face him and based on the expression on Drake’s face, it seems like no one knew where Todd resided these past few months… or the fact that he was even alive.

“Apparently you lack the skill to comprehend. I only saw him. Never actually interacted with that plebeian.” He watched the boy’s eyes narrow. 

“Do you always look down on those beneath-“

“When I saw him, he was being restrained by two of our strongest guards, they were taking him to our solitary confinement area.” Damian clarified, not exactly knowing why he did so. “He was thrashing, snarling like a wolf cub that had been taken away from its mother.” Damian began to walk down the hall, hearing Drake’s footsteps softly trailing behind him as he took a turn. “It was a miracle he actually managed to become sane again after emerging from it.

It didn’t seem like it at first by the way he reacted once he was out of the waters…

Even Grandfather found it fascinating to see a person react so violently after emerging from the Pits. He had neutralized the entire security around the waters, something only Grandfather had done.” He noticed Drake tense at his words.

He remained silent as they approached what he recalled to be his father’s room. Or at least, what should be his room if the floor plan he memorized was accurate to date. 

He turned the knob, surprised to see that it was actually open. 

Damian’s enthusiasm was short lived as he found nothing as he rummaged through the drawers and walkthrough closet, tapped at the bottom of every drawer, inspected the floors for any creaks, lifted any carpet he could find and checked behind any furniture he could move.

Not a single thing stood out from the norm..except for a few papers that laid on the nightstand.

Picking them up, he examined them, noticing that they were hotel reservations, attraction reservations, a few copies of money transfers…

“Oh, you found the tickets for Disneyland Bruce was looking for yesterday.” Drake casually stated, taking them out of his hand. “Should probably tell him-”

“Why does he need these? Are they part of some mission? But even then it wouldn’t make any sense. Why would he only need reservations for two people if it’s just-”

“He actually bought them for Harley and Ivy as thanks for- that’s right.” Drake tried to redirect, quickly making his way towards the door, apparently not knowing any better. “Alfred-”

Damian quickly grabbed him, throwing him  to the ground, pressing one of his daggers against his neck.

“Speak. Or else.”

“First, take that off me.” Drake demanded, Damian noticing the small trembles in his voice as he attempted to speak firmly. “Then I’ll tell you.”

Damian slowly lifted the blade, observing every moment from Drake as he slowly sat up. “As I mentioned, Bruce had bought these for Harley and Ivy.”

“Before you fail to mention why specifically Father bought those for Doctors Quinzel and Doctor Isley.”

“It’s seems like you already know who-“

“The Jester and plant maniac? I spent hours reviewing their files down-“

“Right… you see, they’re Amira’s therapists.”

“Therapy? Why would-“

“That’s something you should ask her, not me.”

“Why should I-“

“Just because I know why Amira receives therapy doesn’t permit me to tell others the reason why she does.” Drake reminded him, getting up and dusting himself. “Since it is something relating to her, it’s up to her whether or not she wants to share her personal activities. Even if they are family.” Drake slowly opened the door to walk out. “After all, family doesn’t always mean they respect your decisions and boundaries. Not even being blood related guarantees being understood…and I know that better than anyone…even you.”

With that, Drake left the room, leaving Damian to his own devices. 

Blood…

Ra’s always told him that blood was everything. Blood was family and that there wasn’t anything blood couldn’t do when it came to achieving greatness…especially for an Al Ghul.

And yet why was everyone so insistent in saying the opposite?

Damian decided to not dawdle into the thought for long, circling the room one last time before stopping at a door that he had yet to investigate. 

The placement of the door had thrown him off; the layout of his father’s bedroom wouldn’t have needed a door to the right as his wardrobe and bath were at their optimal place.  

So there was only one way to get his answers.

Testing the doorknob, he let out a sigh of relief when he found it opened, slowly pulling the door forward to see what was inside the room. 

A crib.

That’s the first thing Damian notes when he steps into the room, the mosquito net draped over it slightly obscuring the items within. 

The large cloth hung from the ceiling straight to the floor, Damian slowly walking up to it, pushing the net aside. 

It felt awkward as his hands tried to settle against the wooden frame, his hands hovering over the frame as he peered into the crib. 

A stuffed sheep stared back at him, mismatched buttons boring right into him. 

Now why would his father need a room like this? He wasn’t expecting another child…was he? If anything, he shouldn’t be. If the files he read on Kyle meant anything, his father had yet to procure another being as they are…engaged… 

Damian felt his nose wrinkle at the thought. 

His father, marrying a thief. Out of all the women his father could have settled with, why a thief? Why not a woman of his stature? Of his league?

”The heart is a feeble thing, emotions even more. Make sure you never let those things dull your sense of duty.” 

That’s right. 

Grandfather had always warned him of emotions and the heart making one soft and causing one to stray away from their potential. 

Perhaps he could help talk his father out of this. Maybe help him look for someone else who could- a faint glare snapped him from his thoughts.

Damian quickly picked up the sheep that was staring at him all this time, lifting its ear up to see a name embroidered in gold into the inner portion of its ear.

Amira.

Quickly scanning the room, he noticed the walls covered in photos, drawings and diplomas displayed for everyone to see. Books lining the shelves of a nearby bookcase and other odd items adorning the floating shelves on the other side of the room. 

What seemed to be a table of some sorts had padding on its top, empty crates next to it.

It was then that it dawned on him. 

This was Amira’s nursery. 

He quickly went over to the frames, absorbing the photos of Amira looking straight at him with large doe eyes or a huge toothless smile. Or with a single tooth in some photos. 

Pictures of Amira wearing overalls and tiny frilly dresses, sometimes wearing a smock with paints or food thickly covering her small hands. 

There was one picture with the very same sheep he saw early, only this time, the doll was covered in mud and had lost a limb during play time. 

There were drawings of all sorts hanging about, some of random strokes of paint covering a canvas while there were a few of more detailed scenery, Damian being able to tell his sister was at an age where perspective was yet to be her forte, but he could see her improvement throughout the years…

Damian felt his gut twist at that realization…

Amira had evidence of her growing here, of her skills improving and seeing the improvement herself…evidence of her existence…evidence of their father’s pride in her…

It wasn’t until he heard something hit the floor that Damian realized that he was carrying Amira’s sheep in his hands the entire time, realizing then that he had torn off its eye from the frustration, the button falling onto the floor.

Setting it down on a nearby chair, Damian went back to looking at the diplomas and certificates that he realized something wasn’t right…

“Who is Marinette Dupain?”

—

Chloe gnawed the tip of her nail, pulling her thumb away when she realized what she was doing. Although honestly, she could care less about her manicure right now. 

She had other matters to think about, like Alya’s visit.

Just what did Alya want to talk about? Was this about earlier today? About not being part of their party? Then again, she mentioned Marinette.

But what about Marinette? 

Marinette was…Marinette! There was nothing more to the girl than- 

Chloe let out a scoff, biting her tongue to hold in a laugh.

Marinette wasn’t just Marinette, but at the same time, she was. 

Yes, her knowing Selina Kyle threw her off at first, but after knowing that the girl had known Jason Todd -one of Bruce Wayne’s sons- of course it would make sense that Marinette would know the rest of the family.

But then there was the kidnapping…she was just the daughter of a pair of sweet bakers, who would kidnap the child of a pair of bakers?

But what if…what if…what if knowing the Wayne’s made her a target?

Was Alya perhaps going to talk about that? About Marinette’s connections with the Wayne’s? Did she find something regarding the reason behind her kidnapping?

But then again, she wasn’t in the know of the kidnapping, unless Marinette told her… so why-

“-Queen! My Queen! Your phone has been going off for some time now!” Pollen spoke up, snapping Chloe from her thoughts.

Quickly going to pick up her phone, Chloe was about to return the phone call when she noticed Pollen whiz away. On cue, Adrien came bursting into her room. 

“Chloe! What’s wrong? Why aren’t you answering- oh. You’re fine.” Adrien pointed out. 

“Of course I am! Why-“ Chloe tried to deflect.

“I’ve been texting you for a while and when those didn’t get read, I tried calling. And when you didn’t pick those up, I came here thinking something had happened to you. After all, there isn’t a time you aren’t on your phone.” 

“But as you can see, I’m fine. I was just busy admiring the bracelet Marinette gave me.” Chloe showed off said bracelet, Adrien noticing that a few of her nails had picked nail polish, parts of it lifting. He frowned.

“Somethings bothering you. Tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.” 

The room stayed silent for a while. “Sit down.” Adrien motioned to the chaise, patting a seat next to him. A split minute passed when Chloe finally sat down beside her friend. “So, what happened?”

“Alya wants to talk about Marinette. Not exactly sure about what, but…”

“But what?”

“That's just it, I don’t know.” Chloe stared at her hands, taking off the last bit of nail polish off her finger. “Her voice, her way of asking me if she could see me now…it sounded urgent. Panicky,  almost.”

When Adrien didn’t comment on anything, Chloe decided to turn to him, only to find him zoned on who knows what. “Adrien?”

“So she didn’t mention what she wanted to talk about?”

“Didn’t you just hear what I said?” She scoffed. “Ridiculous. Anyways, she urgently wanted to talk about Marinette and didn’t mention-“

“If she didn’t mention anything, that means it’s something she uncovered while looking at Marinette’s public information.” 

“Public information? What is that suppose to-”

“Alya knows something that everyone else doesn’t. It’s something besides having been Banshee, besides her being adopted, besides being from Gotham and knowing the Wayne’s.” 

“Are you saying Cesaire is digging up information on Marinette?” Chloe couldn’t believe the girl. “She claims to be her friend and she does that? Who does-”

“You know she’s not like that Chlo. We both know that.” Chloe remained silent. “I didn’t mean to imply that Alya is digging up information on Marinette, but rather…”

“Rather what?” Now Adrien went quiet, causing Chloe to scowl. “Adrien, what are you getting at?”

“It’s…it’s something that’s been weighing on my mind recently. Something that has been plaguing me ever since we’ve come back from Gotham.”

“Adrien…that was almost a month ago. Why didn’t you-”

“Because it concerns Marinette…”

“Now you’re doubting Marinette?”

“Chloe, listen…I think…I think Marinette isn’t who she says she is.”

“Adrien. You can’t just-”

“I know, I know! But…Chloe.” He grabbed her hands. “You’re my bestest friend. My sister from other parents. You know I trust you with everything, right?”

“I know that already. But what’s does this-“

“What I’m about to tell you stays between the two of us, okay?” 

“Always.” She answered without a second thought.

“Chloe,” he huffs. “There were so many loose threads and even then, I’m sure of what I’m about to say…” Chloe feels his grasp tighten. “Marinette…I believe Marinette Dupain Cheng is not the Marinette Dupain Cheng she claims to be. I believe…I believe that it’s just-”

“Adrien…get to the point already…please…” Chloe rushed, causing Adrien to hesitate to finish his thoughts more than what he already was.

“I know it sounds crazy and believe me, I’ve been in denial this entire time but now I’m sure of it. Marinette is actually-” The sound of footsteps caused Adrien to stop mid sentence, the two turning their heads to the doors to see who was running towards them.

They watched as the doors bursted open, Alya not even giving them a second to question her entrance.

“Marinette is Ladybird!” Alya bursted out only to then collapse to the floor.

“Cesaire! How dare you-” Chloe started to yell as she approached Alya.

“I don’t care if Adrien is here and I don’t care what you say about me having to ask to enter because you have to help me decide what the fuck to do with this piece of information,” Alya demanded, taking out a flashdrive, “because I can’t exactly say this on the Ladyblog or anywhere without causing another-“

“Alya, calm down. Breathe.” Adrien told her as he guided her to a seat at the chaise they had gotten up from. “And we’re going to have you say that one again because we want to make sure what you said was indeed what you said, okay?” Chloe handed her over a bottle of water. 

When Alya took a few sips and calmed out a bit, she looked at the two before taking interest in the bottle in her hands. 

“As I was trying to say before, I found out something I wasn’t supposed to.” She looked at the two before her. “Marinette… 

Marinette is Ladybird…and unfortunately, I have proof.”

——

It seemed that with each room he tried to enter to get answers, his list of questions only got longer.

Seeing as his father’s room had no answers and nor did the nursery, Damian returned to the room his brain knew should have the answers to all his questions: Amira’s. 

After taking mere seconds to lockpick the bedroom door, Damian was yet again disappointed with the lack of answers he got from his sister’s room as well.

Every photo on the wall lacked the face of the woman in the portrait. Instead, various photos of the circus boy and orphan joined her in several photos. In others, there were other teens being the main focus with his sister being in the background. 

In short, his sister also knew nothing of the woman from the portrait. However, there was something that caught his eye.

A red haired teen would often be found holding his sister’s hand in more recent photos, the teen often found being at her side at all times. 

While Damian was raised within the domain that was the League of Assassins, that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of the signs of intimacy between two people. 

And this was exactly it. 

But who exactly was he?

Did their father allow them to be together? Was he of the same standing as them? 

Perhaps of the same wealth status? And if not that, then what? 

Damian closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he cleared those thoughts away. 

Focus. 

He’s not your top priority now. Finding out who the woman was and why his father had diplomas of a ‘Marinette Dupain’ in the nursery were his main concerns. 

After re-establishing his thoughts, Damian sat down on the edge of his sister’s bed, staring at the photo of what he assumed to be the skyline of the city of Paris from the top of the Eiffel-

Paris?

Why did his sister have a picture of the skyline of Paris? Or rather, how did she get this picture? Judging from the angle of the photo, it wasn’t just from the touristic height of the tower, but rather the very top, from the antenna of the tower itself…

“I have a few things left to do before I have to go elsewhere.” 

“Duties? Robin?”

His sister’s words from before her departure rang in his head. 

Just what were her duties in Paris? What drove her to Paris that made her not want to take the mantle of Robin?

Seems like there was only one thing left to do: visit his sister.

But first, he had some research he had to do before heading there.

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The three teens looked at the screen in front of them, Alya barely holding in her tears while Chloe tore off a tip of her nail she had been chewing this entire time. 

Alya had decided to run through all of her data she had gathered that proved Marinette being Ladybird, screen mirroring Chloe’s laptop screen to a nearby tv to allow the three of them to see everything clearly. 

To see the facts Marinette had hidden from them all this time. 

From her mystery filled family background to her ability to adapt to any challenge thrown her way to knowing government related issues regular civilians shouldn’t know about...

“And you’re sure you haven’t told anyone-“

“For the last time Adrien, no!” Alya shrieked, finally letting the tears spill. “I’ve only found out now! Everything clicked when I left the Dupain-Cheng’s, I-“ Alya let out a frustrated scream, pulling at her hair. “What am I supposed to do with this?! Tell me, what-“

“Alya, please! This is…this is just as-'' Chloe dug her nails into the palm of her hand. “If she’s really Ladybird, then she must’ve had her reasons. I mean, Hawkmoth! 

She couldn’t just go and reveal herself to us. Can you imagine what would have happened if Hawkmoth knew that we knew who she was? 

He could’ve used us against her. And I don’t ever want to go against her!”

“Because of Banshee?” Alya dared to ask.

“What? No!” Chloe shrieked, appalled Alya would ever say something like that regarding their friend. “Because if she’s Ladybird, then I can’t risk endangering one of Paris’ vigilantes! And…

And…because she’s my friend, Alya. And the last thing I wanna do is hurt my friends, even outside of being a Victim.”

“Is that why you came to tell us?” Adrien asked, hating the pit he felt in his stomach after hearing Alya’s question. “Are you…are you afraid of Marinette turning into something like Banshee again?”

Alya opened her mouth to refute, only to clamp it shut when she saw Chloe’s wide eyes. 

“Cesaire. What the-“

“No! Yes! I don’t know!” Alya slumped to the floor. “I’m worried that one of us might get akumatized again and-“

“Again?” 

“Alya, what do you mean by again?”

“If Marinette knows that I know that she is Ladybird, her emotions will get the best of her if I decide to confront her and ask if she truly is Ladybird. She won’t turn into Banshee per se, but she could turn into something just as powerful and if not, worse. And if she decides to lie to me fully knowing my evidence is correct, being called a liar…I’m afraid…I’m afraid I must just- I just…I don’t want anyone to fall into Hawkmoth’s manipulation again.” 

Alya hugged her knees, her head pressed against them. “ I don’t want to fall into this manipulation again…I don’t ever want to go through that again...”

“You keep saying again…were you akumatized before?” Adrien asked. Seconds ticked before Alya raised her head to look at him. 

“LadyWifi. That’s how I realized Marinette was Ladybird. While we were talking, I brought up therapy and tried to tell her how she had to power through all of this…even when we feel like we should be punished for something we weren’t aware that we did…

It was then that she mentioned LadyWifi. 

No one should’ve known that I was LadyWifi and when I realized this..” she quietly trailed off. “I got so excited to know I wasn’t the only one who felt this way that nothing alarmed me at first and when it finally dawned on me...it was too late.

I had connected the dots and now…everything she had ever said to me makes sense…and now I can’t do anything to help her because I fear I’ll do more harm than good if I try to approach her…

And that’s the last thing I want to do. I don’t ever want to hurt those close to me, those dear to me. Because unlike you Chloe, I have hurt my friends and family before and before you say anything, you aren’t going to be the first one to tell me about this, nor the last. 

‘It wasn’t your fault,’ LadyWifi wasn’t really you. Her actions weren’t yours. You weren’t in control.’ But that’s exactly what bothers me!

Because it was me. Because it was me. 

Just because I don’t remember being LadyWifi doesn’t mean I wasn’t at fault!

After all, it was my fault for letting my emotions get the better of me, of allowing myself to get manipulated by Hawkmoth despite being fully aware of the conditions needed for him to take control of you…

While I was LadyWifi, I hurt so many people around me…I hurt Ladybird…

I feel like I should be held accountable for all the trouble I did while akumatized…even if I was being mind controlled…

And since Marinette shares the same approach to akumatization, I can only imagine the turmoil she is going through…”

The trio sat there, wondering what to do with this information, wondering how the three could avoid setting-

That’s when something dawned onto Adrien.

“Why hasn’t he attacked us?” The two girls looked up.

“He?”

“Hawkmoth.” Chloe’s eyes widened.

“Now that you mention it.”

“He hasn’t akumatized a single person since Banshee.” Alya noticed. “How long has it been since then?”

“Almost a month.” Chloe watched as Alya quickly opened up Beetle and Cat, navigating to the page that listed all of the latest Victims, Banshee being the most recent of them all and just as Chloe mentioned, that was roughly three weeks ago. 

There’s no way Hawkmoth would’ve let this type of opportunity slip just like that. 

So then, why?

“What hasn’t he akumatized us yet?” Adrien asked no one in particular.

“Could Banshee have taken that much energy from him?”

“We don’t know for sure.” Alya said as she continued to browse the site. “Hawkmoth has never been MIA before so we can’t really say for sure that was the case. 

It doesn’t help that we don’t know much about Hawkmoth nor the main details of the Banshee case.” Alya quickly filled in when she remembered what Marinette told her not long ago. “The security breach.”

“The what now?” Chloe looked at Adrien for clarification only to get a shrug of the shoulders. 

“The security breach. Marinette spoke to me about the city’s internet having been hacked into that allowed the situation in Paris to be known world wide. Marinette said that her identity as Banshee was leaked and how she has to lay low for-”

“The PRM has been violated.” Chloe whispered, Alya wondering what that meant. 

“Alya, what else do you know about this security breach?” Now that threw Alya for a spin. 

First Chloe and then Adrien. 

Why are they acting more serious the minute she spoke more about the breach? 

“Apparently, during the Banshee incident, Paris’ internet got hacked, allowing everyone in the world to see the whole akuma attack play out, including the aftermath. Because of this, Mari-”

“He’s being affected by this too.” Chloe pointed out. “With the Hawkmoth situation now out in the open, Hawkmoth is being more cautious now.”

“Of course!” Alya caught on. “With more eyes on him, he’s probably laying low to stop himself from-”

“No. I don’t think that is the case.” Adrien shut down, both girls feeling their conviction shrink. “I don’t think he would really care about having more eyes on him. If anything, he would see this as an opportunity. 

Take Queen Bee for instance. 

Even with the addition of more heroes, that didn’t stop him from akumatizing civilians. 

If anything, I think he’s using this as a distraction. He’s using the security breach as a means to gather the attention away from him and let it point towards the Parisian government for hiding this from the rest of France and the world.”

“But why would he do that? What has he to gain from all this chaos?” Alya’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

“With this all going on, everyone will be on high alert now. Everyone’s minds and emotions would be all over the place.” Chloe scowled. “He’s not hiding because he’s afraid.”

“He’s hiding because he’s planning something big.” Adrien finished off.

“But can’t we-? I mean, I know we can’t exactly go to Marinette and ask about being Ladybird and whether she has noticed this or not. But we can’t just let Hawkmoth-“

“But we can’t just throw this at Marinette either. She’s already been through a lot this past month. I don’t think it’s wise of us to throw this identity question at her right now.”

“But Adrien! We have to act now! We know Hawkmoth is into something and if we don’t do something about it, all of Paris-“

“We can’t just go ahead and start doing something without a plan, Alya.” Adrien hissed, “We can’t just-“

“I agree, but I’m with Cesaire on this.” Chloe sided, taking Alya aback. “True, we can’t just ask Marinette about all of this, but we can’t just sit here and do nothing either. 

I want to do something before Hawkmoth gets the chance to act. I want to stop him before he can hurt anyone else…don’t you too, Adrien?”

Adrien stared at the girls before letting out a sigh. 

“We can’t just go ahead and play hero, you know that, don’t you?” When Adrien saw Chloe open her mouth to retort, he continued. “But knowing you, I know you’re going to do what you can to get what you want and all I can do is help prevent you from throwing yourself into danger.”

“Are you saying-”

“We have to create an opportunity to ask Marinette about all of this while also making a plan to try and let another vigilante know that Hawkmoth is planning something.” Adrien addressed. “I might know of a way to get into contact with one of the other vigilantes, even if it is risky, but as for creating an opportunity to ask Marinette…”

“We have to make the opportunity as soon as possible too.” Chloe pointed out. “After all, we don’t know when Hawkmoth might strike.”

“And we might need to take Selina into account for our plans.” Alya brought up. “Marinette mentioned that Selina is looking after her at the moment as her parents are in China visiting family and is feeling guilty for allowing Marinette to get kidnapped while in her care. We won’t be able to ask Marinette out unless Selina is there to look after her. And if we don’t take Selina in account, then the only other way we can ask Marinette would be at school.”

“But that would be in a month and we don’t exactly have time to just wait for the right time.” Adrien stated, noticing Chloe having gone quiet. “Chlo, what’s on your mind?

“What about another party? And this time…let’s invite the Wayne’s. We were invited to one of their galas before, it’s only right we invited them to ours.”

-

Amira bit her tongue, fighting the urge to take off her coat and shoes and just run back upstairs. Just thinking about heading outside made bile rise up to her mouth, Amira feeling her hands tremble as she tried to stuff them further into her pockets. She felt as her nails dug into her palm, wondering why they weren’t calming her down like usual.

A few days after the Christmas party, Adrien and Chloe invited her and her parents to a New Year’s Eve party, Amira finding herself promising to be there and promising to bring some eclairs for her friends.

“Māomāo, everything alright?” Selina asked, snapping Amira from her thoughts. 

“I’m fine.” She lied to herself, letting out a long huff. “A bit nervous, but I’m fine.”

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” Selina softly spoke, her father nodding in agreement. 

“It’s one thing if you guys don’t go and it’s another if I don’t go. While they’re expecting both of us to be there, they’re expecting me to actually show up because I’m their friend.”

“They’ll understand if you don’t want to go.”

“But I need to go.”

“Amira,” her father spoke, crouching to her eye level. ��Don’t force yourself if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“I’m not forcing myself and I do want to go. I can’t go back on my promise after all.”

Bruce looked at Selina, Selina giving him a shrug.

“Alright. We’ll all go. But if anything-”

“I’ll make sure to let you guys be the first ones to know if anything goes wrong.” 

“Alright then.” Selina said, clapping her hands together. “As much as I like making a grand entrance, being two hours late isn’t what I consider to be an entrance nor can my outfit for tonight allow me to use the excuse of being fashionably late. So come on. Let’s go already.”

-

Amira didn’t know what to expect when Chloe had told her almost anyone she could think of -celebrity wise- would be at the party. 

For starters, her parents. The minute they entered, they were swarmed with people, a few congratulating their engagement, some asking them for the wedding date while others tried to talk business with them. 

While her parents took the room by storm, she quietly made her entrance, asking Chloe’s butler -Armand- about Chloe’s whereabouts.

According to the man, he last saw her with her father, who was just on the other side of the dimly lit hall.

As she made her way towards the mayor,  she couldn’t help but notice a few strangling reporters like Nadja Chamack there and a few play directors like Sarah in the crowd talking with Paris’ most popular show host Alec Cataldi.

She also noticed Bob Roth with his son in the crowd, his cackling regarding who knows whatever new accomplishment his son did causing her to make a mental note of avoiding him at all cost.

She didn’t need to get tangled into a long conversation of boasting with a man who already gave her a bad impression.

Just as she reached the mayor, she was tackled from behind, thankful to know it was just Chloe and Sabrina, the two girls having been tailing her the moment she walked in.

Sabrina tried to tell her something, but the multitude of conversations surrounding them, Chloe suggested they meet up with the others, Amira fully agreeing to going to a more open spaced area to converse in.

As Chloe guided her to where the rest of the group was at, she couldn’t help but spot Penny Rolling- Jagged Stone’s manager and if she was there, Jagged himself should be somewhere nearby. And the minute Chloe had guided her to the rooftop, she spotted the rock singer by the pool, telling Adrien and Nino stories of his tours and about Fang. Said reptilian guest was splashing about in the water, without a single care in the world.

It was only when Jagged spotted Clara Nightingale in the distance that he tore himself from the group, quickly giving them an apology before running over to talk with the pop singer. Something about an upcoming collaboration. 

“Marinette! You made it!” Adrien chirped, going up to hug his friend.

“Dudette! How've you been?”

“Never felt better!” Marinette said with a practiced smile. “By the way, I brought the snacks you guys asked for. I made sure to leave it in the kitchen for safe keeping. Oh, but won’t Natalie say anything about the sweets? I know-”

“You don’t gotta worry about her!” Nino said with a grin. “My dude can finally eat whatever he wants without her reporting to his old man tonight, isn’t that right?” Nino turned to Adrien.

“Y-yeah.” Adrien said with a strain smile. “She let me come here while she stayed back home.”

“Hey, is everything alright?” Chloe asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Adrien, are you alright?” Sabrina looked at their friend with worry.

“My dad…my dad hasn’t been feeling well as of late. It sometimes happens from time to time where he would randomly collapse, sometimes getting fevers and bad colds out of nowhere. Nathalie tells me everything is fine, that it’s just from overworking himself…but…I think it’s more than just work…” Adrien fumbled with his hands. “I’m worried they’re just trying to downplay it…just like…just like when-”

“Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Chloe interrupted. “This is a party. A party I worked hard for so that we can enjoy ourselves and countdown for the new year. I don’t want you starting the new year being all sulky when you have us around, so enough of this!” She looked Adrien square in the eyes. “You will enjoy this party and I’ll make sure of that!”

“That’s right!” Sabrina backed up.

“We’ll make sure you party so hard you forget about all the things that are making you sad!” Nino added.

“Adrien,” Marinette softly spoke up. “You’re dad is going to get better, you’ll see. And just like Chloe said, we’re here for you.” Amira mentally laughed at herself. The sweet hypocrisy that was about to come out of her mouth. “If you ever need someone to talk to, we’re here for you. You can trust us, okay?”

Adrien nodded, finally giving them a grin.

“Alright then, what are we waiting for? Let’s start with some drinks!”

“You know we’re not supposed to drink more than a cup, alright?” 

The group of friends managed to find an empty table to sit at and get some champagne, the friends quickly diving into small talk and retellings of their childhoods. 

Hours passed and Amira could feel the jitters from earlier start to fade away over the course of the night, even telling stories of her time at Gotham Academy and stories of when she first started to learn to bake.

Amira smiled as the others laughed at her retelling of her attempt at a cake when something passed by her, the corner of her eye barely catching it.

She ever so slightly turned her head to see what it was only to feel her heart stop and drop to the pits of her stomach.

Dark purple wings barely made it through the shut roof doors, but she knew that shade of purple all too well.

Hawkmoth’s butterflies’ wings. As in…an akuma…

“Marinette, is everything alright? Marinette jumped at the sound of Sabrina’s voice, turning to see said girl quite close to her. “You don’t seem-”

“I’m fine!” Marinette managed to squeak out, noticing she caught Chloe and Adrien’s attention from her sudden shout. “I-I just need to st- I was wondering where the kitchen was! I want to bring in the eclairs I made.” Marinette managed to fumble out, hoping they wouldn’t question her any further. After all, she had to find that akuma…now. “Do you know where it-”

“Marinette, are you alright?” Adrien asked, Marinette cursing his timing. “You seem a bit pale.”

“She says she’s fine. She’s looking for-”

“The kitchen!” Marinette cut Sabrina off. “I want to bring my surprise in!”

“Oh, I can take-”

“NO! I mean, no, that’s- I can get there myself! I, um, I can go if you just tell me how to get there.”

“Oh, I- sure, I guess.” Adrien fumbled, wondering why Marinette was acting strange. Was she onto them? “It’s right down stairs, right under us, in fact.”

“Under us? Alright. Thanks!” Without a second to lose, Amira bolted towards the glass dome, making sure each step she toko connected with the step, making sure she held onto the railing as she walked down the spiral stairway.  

She cursed herself when she realized she lost the butterfly when a faint trail of miasma seeped from the doors that lead to the staff stairwell. 

Without missing a beat, Amira followed, apologizing whenever she almost knocked someone over as she went to the stairwell, her eye barely catching the miasma as it went to a lower level, Amira stepping into the new floor, noticing the miasma seeping out of another pair of doors yet again.

Rushing towards the doors, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise when her hand touched the door handle. 

Pushing the doors inwards, Amira scanned the room, wondering where she was at. She circled around the round table, admiring the neatly composed white rose bouquet. She picked up on the two open doorways on either side of the room, wondering where she should start with to search for the aku- 

“Mlle Dupain-Cheng. I did not take you to be a child that snoops around other people’s homes.” Amira whipped her head to find Gabriel Agreste sitting on the furthest sofa chair, his eyes casted onto the book in his hands. 

“Mr.Agreste! I- I thought you were-what are you doing here?”

“The same reason you are here, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. I was invited to Mlle Bourgeois’ New Year Eve’s party. I had arrived just a few minutes ago, but I asked Andre if I could have a few minutes to compose myself before joining everyone else. He agreed, graciously allowing me to have a seat here.” Gabriel flipped a page. “But what about you, Mlle Dupain-Cheng? What brings you to Mlle Bourgeois’ quarters?”

“O-Oh. I-I wasn’t aware this was Chloe’s room…this is Chloe’s room?”

“More like her entertainment room although she likes to try and call it a waiting room for any person she deems worthy of her time. She usually spends her time here watching the hotel’s security cameras or viewing movies…or at least that’s what Adrien says Chloe does whenever they’re in this particular room.” Another page got flipped. “So back to the question, what brings you here when you should be upstairs, enjoying the countdown with your friends?”

“I was looking for the kitchen to check on the pastry I brought for the party. I was told it was the room just below the rooftop.” Marinette spoke, daring to take a step forward, now standing in the doorway. She scanned the room for any remnants of the akuma, only to realize that there was no miasma to be found anywhere in the room. 

There was no butterfly in sight either. “I must’ve gotten distracted by my phone as I went down the stairs as when I walked through the doors, I just found myself in a corridor and not the extravagant hall I was first brought to. Thinking I would find someone here to help me, I walked through the first doors I saw and I didn’t think I would run into you Mr.Agreste.

Although to be completely honest, I did not expect you to be up and walking. I was told you weren’t feeling well as of late. Or rather, Adrien told me that you’ve been fighting an awful cold these past few days.”

She didn’t expect Gabriel to be taken aback by this sentence, or rather, the fact that Gabriel took the time to look at her when she mentioned Adrien being worried about his father. He looked back down on his book.

“Adrien should not worry much; there have been a few times this has happened to me, but this cold will leave me soon…” Gabriel closed his book. “If memory serves me correctly,” Gabriel slowly got up, tucking the book into his arm. It was only then that Marinette noticed what the book he was reading this entire time was: the grimoire. “This is our second time meeting each other, is it not?”

“I suppose you can say that.” Marinette said, remaining where she was, making sure to scan the room with as little movement as possible. “But if you don’t want Adrien to worry, shouldn’t you-“

“Do you believe in fates, Mlle Dupain-Cheng?” Marinette tried her best to not show her confusion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“There must have been a reason for you waltzing into this room, Mlle Dupain-Cheng. Don’t you agree?” That took Marinette aback, almost letting out a laugh from the sudden change in topic but she bit her tongue to prevent herself from doing so. 

“Like I said before, I was looking for the kitchen to bring my pastry to Adrien’s room. But to answer your question, I don’t fully believe in fates and destinies. I say we have the ability to change them.”

“You disappoint me, Mlle Dupain Cheng.” Marinette frowned.

“Sounds like you are hoping I would agree with-“

“I was. After all, we’re two kindred spirits.” Gabriel took a seat at another sofa, this time motioning Marinette to take a seat on the opposite one. Slowly, she took the offer. “Marinette, I need your help.”

What?

“With all due respect Mr.Agreste, what can I -a 13 year old girl- do to help you? I don’t have much to off-“

“Oh, but you do.” Gabriel disputed. “You know how to translate the language in this book, can’t you?” She tensed up when he motioned the grimoire. 

That’s right. He knows that I know. He knows that I still remembered parts of Jason’s journal by memory. But why is he bringing that up now?

“As I’ve mentioned before,” she let herself relax, disregarding the still standing hairs on her neck. “It was my brother who knew how to decipher it. I, myself, don’t actually know much about the language, much less how to decipher it. So I don’t see how-”

“Yes, you did mention that it was him who knew the mysteries behind the book’s language.” Gabriel said, opening up the grimoire. “However, thanks to the small translations you’ve left behind, I was able to understand a few of the pages within the book.”

Marinett’s eyes widened. Did…did he find out about- no.

There’s no way he learned how to properly decipher the grimoire in mere days, there’s no way. Not with the simple translations she left behind. Hell, he shouldn’t be able to figure that out at all!

After all, it took Jason months to even find out that there was-

The cameras! 

She should’ve been checking them more often! Speaking of, when was the last time she checked it? Was it after- “Take the following section regarding the Butterfly. ” Gabriel started, interrupting her flow of thoughts. 

“The Butterfly is the miraculous of transmission, not to be confused with the miraculous of emotion - the peacock. While both are similar in regards to the miraculi allowing their users to grant powers to others, their way of doing so is where it differs. While the peacock user can grant an ally a champion to command, the butterfly user makes their ally into the champion.” 

Silence shortly filled the room, allowing Marinette to hear her heart racing loudly in her ears.

“I’m-I’m,” Marinette could feel her uncertainty continue to eat her thoughts, “I’m sorry…I-I don’t quite follow. How did the translations I left behind-”

“You see, thanks to the few translations you’ve left behind, I was able to see where my own translations were wrong, where I mistranslated and therefore mixed up the actual meaning of various pages of information.” Gabriel turned over a few more pages, the flipping coming to a stop a few pages over. “I always mistook the words ‘transmission’ and ‘emotion’ to be the same word, using them interchangeably throughout my translations. 

However, had I not stumbled into you and for you to give me with the little knowledge you had on the ancient language, I would have continued to misinterpret the information within the book. 

And for that, I thank you.” 

Thank me? 

I did nothing.

Jason was the one he should be thankful for. 

Why can’t he understand that it was all Jason?

Jason…she never told him about any of this! How did she forget to tell him?

“You have nothing to thank me for. If you want to thank anyone, it should be my brother..if he was still with us...” Gabriel watched the girl sink into herself 

“While it was your brother who originally discovered how to decipher the language, it was you who continued his legacy.” 

Her mind went blank. She felt her back straighten upon hearing those words. “Or do you not believe so?”

No.

“No.” She ended up vocalizing, saying it as she looked at him. “I-I don’t think-” 

“You see, Marinette. Thanks to the little amount of translation you’ve left behind, I was able to fully translate this small portion of the introductory paragraph of the butterfly miraculous that I wasn’t able to before.”

“Again,” Marinette clasped her hands together, fighting the urge to dig her nails into them. “That was all my brother.” 

That’s right, this was all Jason. 

She didn’t do a single thing to earn this praise. If anything, she was just taking credit for it…

“I just managed to know a few words that- coincident-“

“That wasn’t a mere coincidence, Marinette. This, this is the power of your knowledge-” 

Jason’s knowledge. 

Jason’s determination to crack the code. 

His efforts. 

Not hers. 

She somehow managed to zone back into Gabriel’s monologue. “-even as little as it may be, you've remembered enough of your brothers translations-“

“It was all his efforts! Not mine!” Marinette yelled, feeling her throat drying up. 

Oh. 

Oh no. 

Now there’s a lump. “I only know some of the things that he did and that just won’t be enough! Whatever it is you wanted me to help you with, I can’t help you! I have nothing else to offer!” She let herself catch her breath. “All I did was memorize what he translated and that’s it! I myself can’t translate the book! I’m…I’m useless…”

She didn’t expect her to get a laugh from Gabriel.

“Useless? Marinette, take a good look at yourself.” He smiled, sending a chill down her spine. “You’re more than just a translator. You’re the key to my success.”

“I’m- what?” 

Why? Why does he keep insisting- 

“With the knowledge you possess, you can translate the rest of the book, can’t you? Once you’ve helped me translate the book, you’ll help me-”

“I already told you that I can’t! Why are you still-”

“Marinette, my child. You’re failing to see the truth before your eyes.”

Truth? 

Why does she keep feeling this way? 

Why can’t she shake this feeling off? 

That something was happening and she couldn’t figure out what it was…

“Truth?”

“The truth. Your worth. Your potential.” Gabriel flipped to another page in his book. “You’re so busy trying to keep your emotions in check that you’ve become afraid of the possible aftermath that would happen if you let them out.”

Emotions in check? 

There it was again, her mind warning her about something…

“What are you-“

“Just imagine the creativity of your ideas if you just let them be, to let them happen without logic backing them up but instead emotion.”

“You’re not making any sen-“

“According to the grimoire, emotions allow a champion to become their greatest self, their power limitless if they allow their emotions to completely take over. Banshee-“ her breath hitched, “-was a perfect example of-“

“Stop it!” Marinette cut off, struggling to keep herself calm. The itching that began to gnaw on her skin didn’t help. “What do you know about-“

“I know a lot of people are against the idea of Hawkmoth’s guidance-“

“Guidance?” Marinette scoffed, hearing something inside her snap. “He uses a person’s greatest emotion and uses it to further his distorted desires, whatever it is. That’s not guidance. That’s manipulation.”

“But couldn’t the same be said about Ladybird?” 

All the buzzing in her head went silent.

“Ladybird?”

“Why yes. Despite her declaration after the defeat of Remidator, she has yet to complete her promise. Better yet, she had to gather help to take down Hawkmoth.”

“Because Hawkmoth has gotten stronger.” Marinette defended.

“That is true. But if that’s the case wouldn’t you think she would be in the front lines more than ever?”

“What do you mean more?”

“Oh.” Gabriel smirked. That couldn’t be good. “Haven’t you noticed? She hasn’t been on the frontlines for the past, I want to say, five akumas.”

“You probably didn’t see her.” Marinette tried to play off. “After all, now we have more than just her and Chat. We have two other heroes- Queen Bee and Carapace.” 

“Perhaps that is the case. But even when it was just the two of them, only Chat Noir would be seen more often; Ladybird would often make her entrance halfway through the fight. Wouldn’t you say she’s just using her supposed comrades to do the majority of the work before taking cre-”

“No! Why would she-”

“Why would she indeed? That is a good question. Do you want to know what I believe is to be the answer?”

Marinette sat there silently, allowing Gabriel to continue. “I think she wasn’t supposed to be Ladybird from the beginning.

She wasn’t meant to be the one to guide her team. I think Ladybird was supposed to be someone else. 

That the current one is only Ladybird now because she was a last resort.

After all that would be the only explanation behind her behavior. Why else would she be-“

“You’re  wrong.” Marinette tried to defend, but was coming with a blank. “Ladybird…Ladybird-”

“Ladybird is simply a placeholder and because of that, she can’t truly control her powers to its full extent. Why, with the most recent akuma proved that. Had she been the true Ladybug, Ladybird should have-”

“The power of the miraculous depends on the holder wielding the miraculous in that moment.” Marinette started, not really sure why she was even trying to defend herself, because Gabriel had a point…she couldn’t even hold up her end of her promise. 

Even with her comrades…she had yet to gather enough evidence and manpower to take down Hawkmoth. “Based on the holder’s compatibility, creativity and relation with the miraculous, the miraculous in use will be either at its most prime state or at its worst. 

Based on the latest additions to the grimoire, in comparison to her previous predecessors, our Ladybird seems to be the most astute of them all.” Marinette glared at Gabriel. 

That’s right.

Maybe she wasn’t the best Ladybug, but the new one will. They would have all the knowledge they would need to do what she couldn’t - defeat Hawkmoth!

The true Ladybug will triumph!

“So don’t say Ladybird isn’t fit for the job when she is! She will defeat Hawkmoth, just watch!” 

They just have to!

Standing up, Marinette marched back towards the doors that lead her to this room. “And if that’s all you wanted from me, then goodb-”

“And you called yourself useless.” Marinette turned around, wondering what he was talking about. “And yet you managed to tell me about a part of the book that doesn’t exist-”

 Oh…oh no…

”-unless you knew that the book’s information morphs as new wielders appear.” 

This…this was…this was all set up… it was a trap!

“Anyone who studies the grimoire for a bit more than a few months can figure out how the book works.” She tried to playoff.  “As for how I knew, it didn’t take much to figure it out as the pages mentioning older wielders were decorated differently compared to the newer pa-” 

“Two could play at that, Miss Dupin-Cheng....or should I say, Mlle Wayne?” Amira felt her heart stop, Gabriel internally grinning upon seeing her pale face. 

“What…what did you call me?” Was all she could say, Amira feeling her vision starting to narrow, her heart beating loudly in her ears. 

This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good, this wasn’t good!

She felt as her hands began to get clammy, growing warmer by the second. 

She tried to focus on anything else but the rising and falling of her chest, which just quickened with each second she paid attention to it didn’t allow her to breathe. 

“Destiny is a funny thing, Mlle Wayne.” Gabriel started off, deciding to flip onto the next page of the grimoire, deciding to not look up as he already knew he had her where he wanted her. “Everyone believes one can change their fate, but that is never the case. 

Decisions are made, whether one regrets them or not so that one day, the decisions start to have cohesion and start to create a picture. A meaning.

Losing your name, your identity, losing your brother and then your home. 

Even coming to Paris and attending Dupont - it all had its meaning. A purpose.

They all led to the day the grimoire made its way to your hands.” Gabriel looked up to see Amira frozen in place, her eyes quivering as she kept staring at him, her eyes getting glossier by the second. “It was all so that you and I could meet. For you to help me with my goal.”

“Wha-What are you talking about?” Amira asked in hopes of changing the subject, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking. Oh but how her eyes betrayed her, unshed tears pooling at the brim of her eyes. “And how-” 

“Interested, aren’t we?” Gabriel smirked. “Thanks to you confirming my theories of you knowing how to translate the grimoire and its other mysteries, I think I should let you in on a little secret. 

Remember how I stated that your translation helped to correct the mistakes I made on my own? Well, let me read to you one of my corrections.” Amira watched as he scanned the page before him. “Ah yes, a bit further from where I first left off.” 

Alongside sharing a telepathic connection, the butterfly user can perceive anything that their champion perceives, as well as everything the champion hears and feels emotionally. This is due to the miraculous’ acute ability to sense emotions, allowing the miraculous to precisely pinpoint a champion’s true identity so as to not mistakenly give another person the power selected for them.

In other words…” Gabriel trailed, grinning as he watched the child further process the passage he finished reading, watching as she silently watched in horror as an ever familiar glow appeared millimeters away from her face, causing her to let out a whimper. 

“No...it can’t-”

“But it is.” Gabriel said with a smile, snapping his book shut and getting up. “I felt the anger and pain you felt when that girl from school claimed to have known your brother. A brother who has long stopped roaming on this Earth. 

How no one believed you when you told them that girl was lying and you were telling the truth. 

It was I who offered a hand when no one else did. It was me who gave you the power to seek vengeance…Amira.” Gabriel made his way towards Amira, seeing the way the gears were beginning to spin in her head, the way tears began to cascade down her face. Gabriel called out a white butterfly, Amira watching it land gracefully onto his finger.

“You’re...you’re-”

“That’s right, Mlle Wayne.” Amira watched as the man clasped his hands over the white butterfly, a purple miasma abruptly consuming him, watching it glow before it revealed him in a completely different attire. 

Long gone was the white suit, a black one replacing it. His face was now covered by what she mistook for a helmet, black, except for the giant reflective butterfly covering the majority of his face. And in his hand, an akuma, glistening purple lines adorning its small miasmic wings.

So this is what Hawkmoth looked like…so this was the enemy she had perfectly pinpointed towards…the enemy she had allowed to get the better of her…

Thanks to the reflectiveness of his mask, she saw how the glitching glowing butterfly that was mere millimeters away from her face looked on her…how it perfectly framed her eyes. 

How it reminded her of her mistake. 

Of how she failed her team…

Paris…

Her father… 

She watched as the akuma flew away. “I am Hawkmoth and you, my fated pupil, will help me get what I want.

You will help me get Chat Noir and Ladybird’s miraculous, whether you want to or not.

After all, as long as my miraculous continues to remain broken, the link between us will continue.” 

He closed the distance between them, placing a hand on her shoulder. Tears began to fall down the young child’s face as he watched her process everything that has just transpired. “So I suggest you start to cooperate if you want to get rid of it…” He watched as it finally sunk into her, watching as she fell to her knees, one of her hands gripping at her chest. 

He crouched down to try and look at her. “I know this is well overdue, but-” Hawkmoth offered her a hand.

“Welcome to Paris, Mlle Wayne.”

NEXT

#maribat #amira wayne

[cobalt-knave]

Whump Fic Recs pt. 1 (& a brief love letter and tagging tutorial)

Ah, whump, my most beloved genre of fanfiction. What is whump? Whump refers to stories prominently featuring injury or sickness and/or the care and recovery thereof. This is most often in the hurt/comfort category or the hurt no comfort category. It is a wonderful opportunity to shake up dynamics and reveal hidden character depths in a high stress situation. What do you do when the strong one is hurt? How does that call into question your feelings towards them? How does that call into question their feelings towards themself and their role? Who will care for the one who always caretakes? It’s a great tonal shift too. Just *chef’s kiss*. Plus, you know what? It’s sometimes just fun to run your favorite characters through the plinko.

How do you tag whump and why should you? The tags on ao3 to use are”

 “Whump” (not just “whumptober” or “whumptober 2022″ or other variations),

“hurt/comfort” or “hurt no comfort”

“angst”

“sickfic” if illness is the featured whump

“injury recovery” if such a thing is covered

“torture”, “car accidents”, “broken bones”, “blood and injury”, “blood and violence”, etc as relevant (start typing into the additional tags section to see what the common tag is to use.

“Character Name Whump” or “Hurt Character Name” if in a specific fandom whumping a specific character

all of the previous should be used in addition to the base whump tag.

if relevant, use the archive warning “graphic depictions of violence”

why tag? BECAUSE I WANNA READ IT AND FIND IT AND IT IS WOEFULLY UNDERTAGGED. It is also good to tag if someone wants to avoid it by excluding it from the search.

Alright. On to the recs. Multifandom including The Mechanisms, The Magnus Archives, King Falls AM, The Adventure Zone, Our Flag Means Death, The Murderbot Diaries, and Stargate SG-1.  There will be more whump recs to come.

On Account Of The Jonny Doll by NammiKisulora

Fandom: The Mechanisms

Ah, NammiKisulora knows how to make these immortals hurt in such twisted and unique ways.

 “Yeah. Get in, will you? I want to get going. Jonny keeps waking up. W-without skin.”    “Oh Yes! That Must Be On Account Of The Jonny Doll!”

Jonny is executed, which is a normal enough occurrence. It’s only afterwards things go wrong.

We Still Have the Radio - I. and  We Still Have the Radio - II. by luckjustkissedyouhello                

Fandom: King Falls AM

luckjustkissedyouhello writes some damn good, damn brutal whump!

The next thing he’s aware of is water against his face, wait no, all of him, where he lays on his left side. Water that is rapidly rising. He lays there dazed. Then a groan above his head has him jerking back into the moment, fear lancing through him, stealing his breath. Ben.

In which Ben and Sammy are in a car accident.

bleeding by Athina_Blaine

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Martin goes and gets himself stabbed. It's inconvenient.

Re-Initialization by CompletelyDifferent

Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries

This Unit: Where is my owner, Dr. Mensah?

Dr. Yuen: Well, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? SecUnit, where did you last physically interact with Dr. Ayda Mensah?

Information Retrieval: Dr. Ayda Mensah last interacted with This Unit on Preservation Station at 08:27:22 on 4098-09-17 CRST.

This Unit: You do not have permission to access that information.

Dr. Yuen: You’re incorrect, SecUnit. We do. Answer the question.

(When the infamous rogue SecUnit of the Preservation Alliance gets captured, the corporate techs assigned to it expected to be able to get some juicy data, or at least some insights into its cracked governor module. They didn't expect something so... basic.)

trust me by gaysidecharacter

Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Balance

Everyone gets real sick and Lup is having a time.

Not an echo even by Hopeful_Foolx

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

They stop the Unknowing. There is an explosion. And trapped under rubble and panic, Jon wakes up. So does Tim. Three prompts, one story. Starting with Day 4 - Running out of Time

Friends in Strange Places by beesandcats

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

"Steel in your side for so long was a weird feeling, Stede decided. It had actually been around hour six that he came to the conclusion, if anyone was keeping track. It had been around hour three, when he heard the snores from the other side of the deck, that he realized he should perhaps try to be friends with the steel in his side. Obviously, they were not friends."

A missing scene from Season 1, Episode 6. Stede's been stabbed and stuck to a pole all night. He's gonna need some help when everyone wakes up for the day.

Things Stay the Same by teyla

Fandom: King Falls AM

During blizzard season, Ben and Sammy, each for their own reasons, make an unwise choice. The experience that ensues should be life changing—though is it? 

In which there is a snowstorm, an accident, a soaked through jacket, and thoughts of revealing secrets.

Lifestock by NammiKisulora

Fandom: The Mechanisms

"Guys, you get what this means? It means fresh meat, every day for as long as we like." "The fuck are you talking about?" "Just sayin' we could leave his leg attached, tie him up, and bring him along. Carve off what we like at mealtimes instead. We dunno how long we've got to lie low for."

Tim is held captive for food after a battle.

Between A Rock And A Hard Place by Sam Walker

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

To save Daniel’s life, Jack has to do that hardest of all things: talk.

This fic is written from Jack's perspective. Daniel is involved in an accident off-world and the only thing Jack can do to help is talk to Daniel while everyone else works. I love this fic for the interaction between Jack and Daniel, and for the insights into Jack's motivations. Despite being mostly Jack and Daniel, you get a sense of camaraderie about SG1 and you can see just how much Jack cares about his team.

And if you read any of these, be sure to leave kind comments for the authors!

#fic rec #fic recs #the mechanisms #tma #kfam #stargate sg1 #ofmd #taz balance #murderbot #whump

[helianthus-tarot]

hey i was thinking about tarot reading and how its a 'most likely outcome' kinda thing and wanted to ask a super complicated question for no reason lol, you dont have to answer/ignore this if u want. If someone doesn't have a future s/o who they will end up with for one reason or another, and they ask for a future s/o reading, how would that look or how would it be different from someone who actually does end up with someone else? Like does the reading then talk about a potential partner instead? Or a partner that could have been? Or would it focus more on the querent and the reasons why they dont end up w someone? Have you even done a reading that indicated both a f/o but also a divorce from them?

No worries! The questions are fine.

"If someone doesn't have a future s/o who they will end up with, how would it be different from someone who actually does end up with someone else?"

In future spouse or next partner readings, no difference can be noticed.

"Does the reading then talk about a potential partner instead? Or a partner that could have been? Or would it focus more on the querent and the reasons why they don't end up with someone?"

Possibly yes.

Possibly yes.

Logically it can happen, though I don't remember experiencing it. I remember once feeling like the querent should focus more on their self-development at that time. But so far I haven't seen any definite/clear indication that querents would never get married or never get into a relationship.

I've addressed this before in another ask, I think it got lost in the tags. If you ask about next partner, the answer will be about the person who is most likely to become your next partner (unless the cards decide to talk about something else). If you ask about your love life in this lifetime, then you may get more answers that address whether or not you'll find any in this life, or what kinds of relationships will you form, and so on.

The answers tarot gives you highly depends on how you form the questions. And since most of my questions address the potential spouse directly, this could be why I haven't got any message about the querents not meeting anyone.

"Have you ever done a reading that indicated both a f/o but also a divorce from them?"

Nope. No message about divorce. Just messages about potential issues in the relationship, but then again, every relationship has its own struggles. So whether or not a particular struggle will end up in a divorce, I assume that depends on how the couples handle it. Tarot hasn't said anything about it, and I haven't asked about divorce specifically because there's no point to asking in a reading about a future relationship. It's dooming the relationship before it even starts.

I believe that sometimes we are meant to meet some people in our lives. But what types of relationships we form with those people and how deep the relationships go, can be influenced by our own actions. You might be destined to have a particular person as your professor, but whether you want to deepen that connection into something else, or how exactly you want to interact with them, that depends on you and the other person. It's the same thing with divorce.

#asks #tarot asks #a relationship is also influenced by how you two respond to external influences

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 2

Esmerelda Poofenplotz x Alice Luoja (@cantdanceflynn) vs Res x Leo (@adanaac)

who makes up your ship?:

Esmeralda Poofenplotz(Canon Phineas and Ferb character(although I draw her differently from canon)) and Alice Luoja(Background character turned Phineas and Ferb oc)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

THEY BASICALLY STARTED OUT AS TWO DUMBASS TOXIC AF TEENAGERS GOING TO EVIL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL TOGETHER AND BEING THE TERRORS OF THE SCHOOL(POOFENPLOTZ BC SHES BIG ON BEAUTY AND WOULD BASICALLY DESTROY EVERYONE'S SELF ESTEEM AND ALICE BC. SHES WILLING TO KILL ANYONE WHO RLY FUCKS W HER), AND WHILE THEY ORIGINALLY HAD A RIVALRY IT GOT A LIL TOO HOMOEROTIC VERY QUICKLY AND THEY DON'T RLY KNOW HOW BUT THEY ENDED UP DATING. THEY ENDED UP, SURPRISE SURPRISE, RUINING EACH OTHER EVEN FURTHER THEN THE TWO OF THEM WERE ALREADY TRAUMATIZED!!!! A TYPICAL INTERACTION BETWEEN EM PRETTY MUCH WENT ALONG THE LINES OF POOFENPLOTZ POKING FUN AT SOMETHING ABOUT ALICES BODY OR PERSONALITY SHE KNEW WOULD TICK ALICE OFF("YOU KNOW, I'M NOT SAYING YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT, BUT THROWING UP YOUR LUNCH LATER COULDN'T HURT"), ALICE GETTING PISSED OFF AND PULLING A KNIFE ON HER("YOU KNOW, MAYBE THIS TIME I'LL CHOP OFF YOUR TONGUE, STOP THAT HORRIBLE NOISE YOU CALL A VOICE"), AND THEN SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN OR ONE OF THEM WOULD FUMBLE OR FLIRT AND THEY'D JUST GO BACK TO NORMAL BANTER AND TERRORIZING PEOPLE. THEY DID CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER, AND WHATEVER THEY WERE EXPERIENCING CERTAINLY FIT SOMEWHERE WITHIN THE STRANGE AND NEBULOUS RANGE OF ROMANTIC LOVE, LIKE THEY DEFINITELY LIKED EACH OTHER, THEY WERE JUST TOXIC AS SHIT AND HAVING THEIR BEHAVIORS EXPANDED UPON OR REINFORCED BY THEIR ENVIRONMENT. EVENTUALLY ALICES OBSESSION W GODHOOD AND HER IDEA OF PERFECTION (ONE THAT HAD ALWAYS BEEN THERE, EVEN IF POOFENPLOTZ MADE IT MORE PHYSICAL) ENDED UP DRIVING THE TWO APART, WITH HOW HORRIBLE ALICES DECLINE WAS, AND POOFENPLOTZ ENDED UP BASICALLY LEAVING AND IGNORING HER AS A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO SNAP HER OUT OF HER DECLINE BUT ONLY PULLED HER FURTHER IN. AS IT STANDS NOW IN THE PRESENT, THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS A COMPLICATED SPIRAL OF "POOFENPLOTZ ACTUALLY HEALED AND REALIZED HOW AWFUL SHE WAS BEING AND WHILE SHE STILL HAD A DEGREE IN EVIL SCIENCE SHE HAD TO USE SO SHE MIGHT AS WELL GET A JOB DOING THAT, SHES ALSO RLY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT EVERYTHING W THE CAST AND HELP THEM, ESPECIALLY MILLIE AND PINKY, WHILE ALSO DEALING W " WHOOPS YOUR EX IS BACK IN TOWN AND SHES NOW BEEN RESPONSIBLE FOR MORE DEATHS THEN MOST FULL ON TERRORISM COMBINED, BUT SHE IS ALSO STILL KINDA HOT SO *NONCOMMITTAL HAND GESTURE*, YA KNOW?", MEANWHILE ALICE IS "OH RIGHT. SHE QUALIFIES FOR LOVEMUFFIN TOO. IM ALLOWED TO DENY ON HER ON TERMS OF HER BEING MY EX, RIGHT? BUT ALSO IM STILL GONNA INVITE HER TO OUR MEETINGS AND ALSO OFFER TO LET HER " LEAD" THE CULT IVE MADE THAT CONSISTS BASICALLY JUST OF MY VERY ABUSED OWN SON AND A VERY ABUSED TEENAGER WITH ME BC IF I CAN CHANGE HER MIND I CAN CHANGE ANYONES!"

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Esmeralice, https://m.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnP0Xop8gS5VdFNCP4Uetvq2pM5A9NZTe <- BAD PLAYLIST BY MY STANDARDS OF USUALLY A HUNDRED SONGS AT LEAST BUT ITLL DO FOR NOW

****

who makes up your ship?:

Res and Leo

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Leo can’t remember anything that has happened to him before the age of twelve. All anyone knows is that he was in an accident that should have killed him, then he returned with an indestructible body and a void where his personality should be. He cannot comprehend good or evil, does not understand the concept known as ‘choice’, and cannot envision an existence where Res isn’t his Master. He imprinted onto Res the moment he met the other man and pushed himself into Res’ life without considering whether or not Res might want it. His first Master did not pass, he simply changed how he looked, and what he looks like now is Res. Period. He has nothing to offer, nothing to say, no emotions and no heart to give. All he knows are the facts, and the facts tell him that there is no Leo without Res. So he’ll make sure that there’s no Res without Leo. Res has always been very into science, but he isn’t too fond of how there are a bit too many restrictions on the experiments he can perform, and he’s even less fond of how they die whenever he tries some of his more ‘exciting’ stuff. Thankfully he has Leo, his little obedient puppy who will obey his every word and donate his body for research. Of course, he’s never asked him whether he was okay with that, but signing a consent form is so old school. He believes that we should be doers, not dreamers, and he’s always wanted to see what the insides of Leo’s body looked like. And all the resistance it’s putting up just makes it all the more exciting. Leo spells unending excitement, and that’s all the reason Res needs to make sure no one else has him. Res is life, but he is not Leo’s purpose for living, because Leo has not questioned whether or not life has a purpose. He doesn’t need to. Res is Leo’s Master, and Leo’s Master is the very concept of life itself. Without his Master, the earth does not spin, and the sun does not shine. Why would it be anything else? Leo is not a person, he is Res’ dream. The dream of a creature that would do nothing but obey his every word, and the dream of an anomaly that he could endlessly explore without an expiration date. A thing that Res will never get bored of. To Res, Leo is just an adorable lab rat who happens to be the only one in the world who can fulfill his dreams. He does not care for Leo, the person, because Leo is not a person, but he does care about Leo, the humanoid playground that belongs to Res, and Res alone. This is love, because love is when someone makes your heart race, and love is when someone makes you feel like you’re free-falling into obsession. Res loves him, loves him, loves him loves him loves himloveshim. Just as we don’t get emotionally attached to the oxygen that keeps our heart beating, Leo does not get emotionally attached to Res, and he doesn’t need to. This isn’t love, it’s something more than that. Love can change, fade and evolve- it’s fickle, fleeting and easily manipulated. What Leo and Res have is a constant. Res belongs with Leo, and Leo belongs with Res. Don’t argue with the facts. Because you’re wrong, and Leo will make sure you know you’re wrong, no matter who you are. It’s a good thing they’re with each other, and no one else. (Leo is Uno's oc, Res is Canada's oc. Above description written by Uno. Canada's description below) They're basically like those AITA stories where both are the asshole and its a good thing they're together and making each other worse. btw Res is the short pink one and Leo is the tall one.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

#alice x esmerelda #res x leo #cantdanceflynn #adanaac #toxic ship tournament

[wiseatom]

The end of the year is near! Give a shoutout to your favorite blogs and tag them to spread positivity before the year ends! (from: a secret anon)

ALMOST FORGOT 2 DO THIS LITERALLY RUNNING AND SHAKING AND SWEATING!!! i am putting this under a read more so that i don’t clog the dash but you can catch me in 4k for the second time tonight below the cut:

yes i just rambled abt some of these people. no i do not care. starting with people i have probably interacted with enough to be weird about:

@bylertruther - HI DENISE IT’S ME AGAIN. denise bylertruther my one true love…my first mutual fr fr….ii have screenshots of every nice thing you’ve ever said to me (real) (not clickbait). i hope tht i am in top fans on your blog bc if i am not that is a crime but i’ll do better denise i swear i will. grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you so gently I AM OBSESSED W YOU U HAVE NO IDEA. every take is so true and real and i am constantly in awe like damn ok maybe i should be watching this show like denise bylertruther is. The strongest byler soldier imo and simultaneously every single person on the frontline for will byers. i know they said no new charas in s5 but i think they should really and truly reconsider that stance just so that they can write you into the show bc 1. you deserve it n 2. i want to see mike wheeler bark at u for daring 2 talk 2 will. ty for being correct always and so funny. i am biting you every day and reiterating that every fic i write is actually for you, the Original wiseatom stan,

@andiwriteordie - i say this with all the love and affection and positive connotation in the world, but andi, you are THE most insane person i have ever met, and i am obsessed with you. you are such a pleasure to talk to and bounce ideas off of and just be absolutely batshit insane with, and you are?? crazy talented?? literally SO creative, and your willpower is so admirable 2 me. the amount of fics you churn out is impressive on its own, but the fact that every single one of them is so beautifully written and makes me cry?? even when it’s fluff??? you are also, of course, one of the first fic authors i read for byler - i remember reading the let’s hear it for the boys series on lunch breaks at work over the summer and just like. being obsessed with the way you wrote them and how real it felt, like i was reading from the show. i have done jumping jacks reading your fics. it’s embarrassing. i will continue to do jumping jacks reading your fics. it will continue to be embarrassing. anyway the point is i cherish you and your fics and our friendship so much! punting you into the sun bc i cannot bear to look at you anymore!

@astrobei - suniiii suni suni SUNNNNIIIII. my orange creamsicle my taco bell cheesy roll up my bread puddinggggg. i don’t think i hav ever connected w a person as quickly as we have connected. like wtf we are just. the same person in different fonts n it’s cruel tht we live 3000 miles away bc i just want to wrap you up in my bindle n carry you every where i go. my real n true little sister. thank you for having an aneurysm every time i send u a snippet and for telling me tht i am funny because i need the attention. with that said i would also like to say that i have an aneurysm any time i read ANYTHING you write and you are also SO funny. ty for pioneering cringefail losercore byler and just like. breathing so much life n love into your fics. every single one is just a little love letter to stranger things n i am so thankful for the ones i’ve read and can’t wait to catch up and then immediately go on a 35 mile drive abt it.

@bookinit02 - i would like to state, on the record, that before i knew haven bookinit, i read baby we’re perfect and had such a breakdown over it that i literally blacked it out in my mind. like, i was reading it in line at the starbucks at work, and i was crying in the starbucks at work, in front of guests, n then i went back to my office w my little coffee and cried some more and ERASED IT FROM MY MIND. imagine my surprise when i put two and two together that sweet ball of sunshine haven is the author of the fic tht FUCKED ME UP SO BAD. i reread it the other day n sobbed like a little baby. but haven genuinely you are so talented and your fics feel so Easy, like they just are so in character and feel so Right. i can’t wait until you are a published author one day so that i can build a house out of copies of your book. you deserve the WORLD and i will not stop until it is urs.

@smoosnoom - mooooooOOOON my petri dish pal my eggo waffle supreme thing tht el eats i am biting u so hard. i kno that u know this already but you are literally so talented. lightning struck my house and also me when you hit post on i’m tearing you asunder and neither of us have been the same since. you just have such a distinct prose tht is so poetic and crafted so beautifully and uniquely and i am absolutely in awe every time i read it. u are also just so interesting to talk to like the way your brain works is so fun and cool and i lov being silly with you! i am tying you to a rocket w bert n ernie plushes n sending you to the Actual moon bc u belong up there w the stars (bert n ernie are for company so u don’t get sad and they have walkies in them so we can communicate from space which i think is cool). brb buying sidewalk chalk n transcribing all of ur fics in my driveway

@byeler - irene i know we have interacted a handful of times so you can block me after this if you want <3 but i just wanted to say that your fics were The first i Ever read for byler and i was just. completely shook. i have been reading fanfiction for over a decade and have read fic for ~30 fandoms so i have Been around the block before and there’s this feeling when you find an author that is just. Checking Every Box and you are It, irene. i remember i had to pace myself w the fics you had bc i didn’t want to run out bc it would devastate me. i already said this to you but i can’t wait to read heavy hopes when i am not dying/afraid of plagiarizing before i finish cmbcyb. also every time we have interacted has been an absolute delight, even when it has been bitching abt twitter lol. i think you are so great and i am Going to absorb your ao3 account into my skin. no there is nothing you can do about it. deal!

@miwism - MAL MALMAMALAMAMAAMLAMAMALAMLAMAL. i am going to ask you a question n i want it answered fr i expect a 20 page paper on my desk by monday: who gave you the RIGHT. you are a triple threat in my mind w fic and art n edits and being the funniest fucking person on this godforsaken site. you make me laugh SO MUCH while also making me completely in awe tht a person who is so cool and fun decides to kick it w us Losers. if i were to write you an actual report card i would give you straight As across the board: A+ fic, A+ art, A+ edits, A+ humor, A+ theories, A+ shitposts. comments: a pleasure to have in class. i would literally die for you. i’m serious. i will buy the headstone rn don’t think i won’t. i’ll fax u the receipt. ok great.

@mlchaelwheeler - SARAH. listen i kNOW we don’t talk that much but also i think we have interacted enough on the dash for me to be weird n say that you are That Mutual to Me. like i remember when you followed me i was internally scrambling like ok boys we gotta clean this place up gotta make things nice and pretty for sarah mlchaelwheeler. your analysis is SO GOOD and i aspire to have a brain as big as yours. you are such a delight and positive presence on my dash and when you’re online i’m like ok cool sarah is here everything is going to be excellent. i also want u to know that i think of you every time i watch rink o mania sad wilted will trailing behind mike bc of your icon. Your Impact, Sarah Mlchaelwheeler (ALSO UR URL WTF. ICONIC)

segwaying to people who i think are So Cool and i am Very Normal about:

@finalgirlbyers - sierra u are so funny to me it’s insane, and also, Always Correct. sometimes u post things n i’m like damn i didn’t think tht three minutes ago but sierra finalgirlbyers said it so it must be tru. i am drinking whatever koolaid u are serving, i am part of the hive mind, i would join a cult if u asked, etc, etc. every day i say thank god sierra is fighting the good fight n not a diseased m*lvn!

@elekinetic - ella u are so cool to me fr fr. i need to sit down and just devour your script tag and blow up your notifications bc every single one i’ve read hITS SO HARD. u literally never miss and i want you in the writer’s room sooooo fucking bad SOOOO BAD. more than anyone else. i also just rly appreciate the perspective tht u bring with your education and knowledge of tv and film. it’s so cool and always really appreciated!!

@heroesbyler - stav i think you are so cool and also correct literally all of the time. another one where i’m like oh stav said it guess it simply must be true! just every single post hits and i think tht you are so fun to have on my dash. tht is all. also i am biting you.

@miwiluvr - MOUMO U ARE SO COOL N TALENTED N EVERY TIME U REBLOG ONE OF MY FICS I LITERALLY DIE. if i never am able to post again it’s miwiluvr’s fault everyone…but fr ur art is so soft and just gorgeous and natural looking and i want to eat it with my mouth. thank u.

@nnilkyway - speaking of art i want to eat w my mouth - yvie omfg. you are literally so talented n when i followed you n you immediately followed back i had 2 sit down on the floor of the stranger things experience in los angeles california n that just felt so fitting somehow. ty for providing me w the mitski bangers i needed. also we are best friends in my head sry but it’s true so ur just going to have to deal with that.

@modsisawesome - more art i want to eat w my MOUTH. WTF. expect me to blow up ur notifs in a few days or weeks or whenever i have time i can’t make promises BUT EXPECT IT WHEN U DON’T EXPECT IT BECAUSE. UR ART IS SO SOFT AND REAL AND FUN AND I AM OBSESSED W IT AND U. i kno i declared us best friends n then fell off the face of the earth but tht is still true. bother me any day of the week i will respond probably tht same day of the week bc i think u are so cool.

@light-lanterne - angel you are so cool and i am so in awe of u every day. first of all your graphics are absolutely beautiful and please direct anyone who says otherwise directly to my askbox bc i will tear them a new one. second of all i think you are The biggest supporter of the byler fic writers and i am just so thankful for that and so appreciative of what you do. i am going to fight for my life to carve out time in the new year to read your fics they are at the Top of my list bc i want to show you just as much love and support as you have shown us!! thank you!!!

@new-ronantics - eevie i have such a crush on your art it is insane. everything you put out just has so much life and fluidity and looks so natural and i know how hard it is to achieve tht so i am just in awe of your talent. also your url is top tier and you are so so funny and every time you are online i am saying THANK GOD EEVIE IS HERE!!!!

@messrsbyler - nic i want to get to kno you better bc i have seen tht u are evil and dark minded and i am also evil and dark minded so i think we would get along so well. let me know when u want to be evil and dark minded bc i am always free to be evil and dark minded. thanks .

ok i have the memory of a goldfish and i am also so tired and also should really honestly truly be writing fic BUT i am so sorry if i forgot abt anyone!! if i did it’s probably just bc i am Afraid of u or we are so new mutuals. pls everyone bother me in the new year and then i will spend all year writing novels abt u for december 31 2023. ok goodbye <3

#asks #THIS TOOK ME 2 HRS #GODDD #ALSO TY TO EVERYONE TAGGING ME IN THEIRS #NOT IGNORING I JUST HAVE TO CATCH UP 😭

[stinkrascal]

I think no one likes my tav :( I love that simblrs began to share other games like bg3! And the small amount that does it sticks together! They reblog each other's bg3 posts, do art for them, put cute tags to support each other, so nice to see!! I really want to be part of that, but no one seems to actually like the bg3 stuff I post🥹 do you have any advice for me?

hi anon, i'm sorry you're feeling this way :( to be honest i don't really know what could be causing ppl to overlook your posts. idk what advice i could give you bc some of my bg3 posts do really really well, and some of them get like maybe 5 notes depending on what time and what day i post 🙈 but please dm me if you like i'd love to follow u if i don't already!! i love rbing bg3 posts on my blog i'd love to rb your posts too! i want everyone to feel included in this community you know ;-; even if you don't feel like your posts get enough attention i promise that isn't an indication of you not being wanted in this community!! it just means you haven't found your audience yet, and that's totally ok. it took me many years of posting consistently on simblr before i found ppl who were interested in my silly video game screenshots and tbh i feel major imposter syndrome for even saying that like jade stfu what do u mean ppl care about your screenshots no they dont😭 so like idk. for me when i get really worked up about feeling like nobody cares about what i post i just try to like......... make a circle of a few mutuals whose opinions i really cherish and every time they interact with my posts in any capacity, liking, commenting, reblogging, etc, i consider that post a win lol. be like "oh well my circle of elite mutuals all liked this post that means this post is pretty cool isnt it!!" lol that sounds silly but it helped a lot for me, bc i was really prone to getting myself in these cycles where i felt like if my posts didnt hit a certain note count that means i suck and nobody likes my stuff and thats a sucky way to feel you know!! and like i don't really know how i can optimze your note count for you, idek how i optimize my own, at this point ive given up on that endeavor bc it just puts too much weird pressure on myself to live up to an arbitrary and unreachable standard. but i think trying 2 reframe the way you think about this situation is just as helpful, it was really helpful for me at least. obv i think tumblr is a place where our posts SHOULD be shared ie reblogging stuff!! and i always always always encourage people to reblog posts bc thats how our community grows and flourishes, thats literally how tumblr has to function to survive so DO IT!! but also with all that being said, it will be better for u in the long run if you don't put a lot of pressure on yourself to hit a certain note count to be a valid participant in this community, instead make it about the love of sharing your creations online, and being content w the fact that your creations are still cool even if it didn't hit a certain level of engagement u desired!! and you know what, when you start loving and passionately posting about your creations, ppl pick up on that excitement. they get excited too!! and then before you know it you do have a community of support! so please dont unduly stress yourself my friend. does this make any sense. idk. YOU GOT THIS ANON I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!!

#jade answers #Anonymous #sorry my brain is a fried egg rn. advice escapes me but ily u got this anon!!

[once-was-muses]

[ I'm still at work rn but djxjjdjs It’s been a bit and a few new moots since I've done one of these, so! Interact with this post if you're interested in shipping with my muse(s) and I'll hop into your inbox to discuss :^) ]

[ Three v important stipulations I feel should be mentioned; ]

Shipping does not exclusively mean romance. I am just as invested in dynamics like rivals, best friends, found family, etc. for my muses.

I am very serious when I mean I only ship with chemistry- but that doesn't mean if our muses haven't interacted much or at all that it's completely off the table. I'm very open to getting some threads going between the two to see how they interact as a starting point for potential ships :^)

I have a Relationships List for my muses and their connections. Each ship listed has the other muse's name, blog, relationship w/ my muse, and a tag name for their ship. Because of this, if anyone I already ship with doesn't see yours on there, this post is 100% ooen to you as well!

#They Pull the Strings : OOC

[ddyfckr]

WHAT  NOT  TO  DO  WHEN  INTERACTING  WITH  MY  BLOG PLEASE  REPOST  FROM  THE  SOURCE :     DO  NOT  REBLOG !

BASICS !

NAME / ALIAS :     Kraehe

AGE :     over  25

PRONOUNS :     she / her

BLOG  TYPE :     single muse,  selective,  mutuals only,  private

TYPE  OF  MUSES :     canon

GENERALITIES !

TRIGGERS  PEOPLE  MUST  TAG :     necrophilia,  bestiality,  trypophobia

INTEREST  TRACKER / CHECKER :     i  don't  have  one

REBLOG  KARMA :     i  practice  it  sometimes

RULE  PASSWORDS :     i  don’t  have  one,  i  send  passwords

3 - 5  ESSENTIAL  RULES  PEOPLE  HAVE  TO  RESPECT

antis  to  not  follow  me.     i’ve  already  had  to  block  a  few  people  who  have  in  their  rules  they  won’t  interact  w/  those  who  write  problematic  topics…     despite  the  fact  that  i  literally  state  in  my  rules  i  write  problematic  topics !     read  my  rules,  it’s  obvious  when  you  don’t.

i  don’t  really  have  rules,  besides  my  previous  statement,  that  i  expect  others  to  abide  by.    just  as  long  as  people  act  like  adults,  tag  their  posts    &.     are  chill,  i  don’t  really  care  about  what  people  do  on  their  blog

3 - 5  IMPORTANT  PET  PEEVES  TO  KEEP  IN  MIND

vaguing.     it  makes  me  super  anxious     &.     nervous  because  i  don’t  know  who  to  trust,  whether  i  even  should  to  begin  w/  or  like  i  have  to  pick  a  side  without  me  even  knowing  the  who     &.     what’s  going  on.     at  the  very  least,  tell  me  it’s  not  a  big  thing  so  i  don’t  have  to  worry

not  informing  me  if  something  i  do  is  bothering  you.    ya  got  two  options  fam,  either  tell  me  what’s  going  on  so  we  can  work  it  out  civilly    &.     come  to  an  understanding,  or  just  block  me.    it’s  all  good,  we’re  all  here  to  have  a  chill  time - curate  your  online  experience.    i’ll  do  the same

pressuring  me  to  join  servers.    it’s  happened  in  the  past - no  is  a  complete  sentence

not  respecting  my  portrayal

getting  onto  a  soapbox     &.    telling  others  what  they  should / shouldn’t  roleplay  or  write.    you’re  an  adult - you  can  block, you  can  blacklist    &.    you  can  unfollow.    people  can  ship / write  what  they  want,  no  justifications  or  trauma  required

2 - 5  THINGS  THAT  WILL  LEAD  TO  INSTANT  ( SOFT )  BLOCKING

if  i  don’t  vibe  w/  your  blog / portrayal     —     this  one  isn’t  bad  or  anything,  it  happens

if  i  get  insecure when  mutuals  interact  w/  duplicates  /  duplicate  anxiety     —     again,  it  happens.    doesn’t  mean  i’m  trying  to  start  shit  or  started  hating  anyone,  i’m  just  kind of pathetic  at  times

2 - 5  REASONS  YOU  DON'T  TO  FOLLOW  SOMEONE

if  they  have  ‘ don’t  follow  me  if  you  write  XYZ / are  a  proshipper / interact  with  - insert  dozens  users  here - ’  or  any  variation  thereof  in  their  rules

if  they  have  ‘ you’re  allowed  to  warn  me  about  users  with  current  problematic  evidence ’  in  their  rules.     i  think  we  all  generally  do  this  w/  our  closer  mutuals / friends    &.     that’s  fine !     but  when  you  declare  it  in  such  a  way,  it  makes  it  seem  like  you’re  almost  on  the  lookout  for  ‘ problematic ’     (   i  use  that  term  loosely   )    users constantly     &.     that  makes  me  side  eye  you  hard

if  you  proudly  declare  yourself  to  be  pro  callout

disorganized  blogs / layout / formatting,  low  effort  blogs,  uncut  posts,  lack  of  overall  aesthetic.     shallow ?     to  a  certain  point,  yes     &.     i  do  apologize,  but  it’s  just  personal  preference.    it’s  not  a  dealbreaker  though - if  your  writing  is  stellar     &.    you  clearly  put  effort  into your  muse,  that  trumps  all.    the  opposite  is  true  as  well :     pure  aesthetics,  extremely  heavy  formatting  that  i  can  barely  read / comprehend  w/  absolutely  no  writing  is  a  dealbreaker

lack  of  age.     i’m  really  only  interested  in  writing  w/  people  21+.     ideally,  it’d  be  25+  but  that  would  narrow  my  search  for  roleplay  partners  immensely.     but  yeah,  age  has  to  be  somewhere  on  the  blog  for  me  to  even  consider  following  back

TAGGED BY :     nobody.     original  HERE TAGGING :     @bigveee @succu4life @goetiia @ladiesofhell @fizziifrxg @jesterslut @kugel-bitch @mobstah

#❮ * 𝗔𝗥𝗖 𝒊 [ . . . ] ooc : 𖤐 ── dash game . ❯ #❮ * 𝗔𝗥𝗖 𝒊 [ . . . ] ooc : 𖤐 ── mun . ❯

[swaggypsyduck]

Swaggy time for me to give you your own 💌 cause I gotta reciprocate the love. First of all what can I say that's hasn't already been said. You're so funny. I LOVE the football memes you've started to do and before that your tags always had me in a fit. I love bullying the idiot duo with you. It's so much funnnnnnn to bully your faves. You always send me TikToks which I appreciate so much ❤️❤️(send him back home cause the kids (our dogs) miss him). Above everything else you're just so sweet, kind and you just create a fun environment on here. 🫶🏽Love being your mutual (obsessed whenever you interact with me). Be the proudest Moroccan you are and don't let anyone tell you differently

oH🥹🥹–

I SHOULD STOP READING THINGS THAT'LL MAKE ME CRY IN PUBLIC WHEN I HAVE MAKE UP ON😭😭😭😭

Mrs Bellingham just know that i look forward to interacting w u all the time too!! kicking my feet and giggling w every notif😚😚. I will always send ur man back to u! he has a bad habit of being a whore on my page but we could say that about all our men. No wonder the idiot duo need us, they keep getting lost elsewhere. I love being ur moot too 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼.

ps. u and karo haven't sent what colour dress im wearing to the wedding as the maid of honour (idk how non-muslim weddings work) do i have jobs to do or???

#pt.∞ of my moots spoiling me #moots🫶🏼 #asks