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igotanidea · 1 year

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Tired (cheshire verse) : Jason Todd x fem!reader

Still, a part of Cheshire!verse. Other parts are: Cheshire cat, That damn gala and Five years later (previous to Tired)

This story took a bit of a turn because of @miraculous-panic. You wanted to know what happened between Dick and reader, so there you go. that was not planned so thanks :D

So, long story short, my dead almost-boyfriend turned out to be not-so-dead real-time boyfriend

Crazy, right?

Happy ending for everyone, rose petals, doves and all that shit used at the end of any cliché rom-com.

Well.

It was not so simple.

Ever since Jason came back from the grave (which apparently was five years ago, he just simply forgot to leave a memo on that) he’s been acting…. Different. More violent, more aggressive, more impulsive I daresay. He completely let go of the old “no killing rule” and just went full on, dealing with the criminals in his own way.

Sure, neither Bruce nor Dick nor any other member of the batfamily approved of that and that was the reason he was cast out. Not that he cared. About them. It was teeny-tiny different with me. And after some time it actually started to get problematic.

I mean, how can you be the so-called hero and date an anti-hero? How can you (yes, I mean myself) work with the bats (fuck, Batman himself) and be ok with your boyfriend getting all bloody with the literal blood of people. (even if they’re the bad ones)? How can you deal with the fact that the same arms that gets to hold you every night some nights and hands that write love letters on your skin are also used to point a gun to someone’s head.

You can’t. Not in the long run.

So, given that, I tried to fight for him. I knew he was dealing with the anger issues, that the Lazarus Pit left him changed, but I refused to let it consume him. I was really doing everything. Never pushing him, just being there, showing him different ways, throwing hints to help him get back to the old ways. He never listened. Not that I blamed him after everything he’s been through.

Most of the times, I dealt with it by myself, but from time to time I just wasn’t able to process all those contradictions in me. I was becoming a fucking hypocrite, losing myself in all this mess of vigilantism and relationship. Those were the times when I stayed at the manor with Dick, Tim and Damian, letting them help me with thoughts. Usually by distracting me. Dick would do his most crazy acrobatics in a show-off manner only to make me smile, Tim would talk about the random facts he found on the internet and Damian… well, Damian would just sit next to me, not saying a single thing, giving me space but just his presence was enough. Yeah, me and Damian had a very deep bond even though no one would guess it.

It was that one patrol with boys that got me spinning. We were doing our rounds in one part of Gotham, Bruce leading the operation, while Red Hood was riding solo on the other. It was like a race against time since we had to save some people taken hostage and exposed to some sort of enhanced neurotoxin (suck on that, Crane with your fear gas) which would soon turn them into a freaking zombie. Luckily, we were fast enough getting to the secret lab in time to turn the tables around and once again safe the day. Yay! Hurray! Bats to the rescue. But, it wasn’t really like that.

“Y/N?” Dick noticed me standing in the corner of the room, eyes fixed on one point in space, absentmindedly running my fingers against the counter full of some crazy medical accessories “Hey, are you all right?” his voice became concerned when he realized what might be going through my head.

“No.” I shook my head “No. I don’t think I am, Dick…..”

“You’re thinking ‘bout him, right? About Jason?”

“Yes… I….” I took a deep breath “I don’t know what I’m doing Dick. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I save people, but at the same time let them die, not stopping him. I stick to the moral code that Jay break every night. ….. I….. I……” I felt like I was suffocating

“Hey, hey. Breathe.” Dick reached an arm towards me and squeezed my hand gently “you’re spinning”

“How…. How can I not? the second I think about everything he’s been through all the rules and codes are becoming blurry. Fuck, I love him Dick…..”

“I know. And right now, I need you to calm down, ok?”

“I’m trying to, but……”

“Grayson. Y/L/N.” oh, thank God for Damian. His cold and collected self was like a heaven send. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at my shaking figure but did not say a word. He knew. “You’re staying at the manor tonight, Y/N.” this was not a question. Damian Al’ghul Wayne was way above asking.

“You know you are a tyrant, right Damian?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, Y/N.” where the hell did Tim came from “you know you shouldn’t be alone in a state like this. Remember what happened last time?”

“I’m sorry what exactly happened last time?” Dick was suddenly far more stern than before

“NOTHING! NOTHING! Don’t you dare saying a word, Tim!”

“We’re gonna find it one way or another” Damian smirked and Dick scoffed.

“SHUT UP! Just shut up all of you! I’ll stay!” I cried out “you know I’ll stay…..” the second part was said in a softer manner “really, thank you for putting up with me.”

“Hey, anytime, sunshine” Dick smiled putting arm around me and leading me out to the exit.

***

Two hours later, I still could not sleep. Too many thoughts has been running thorough my minds. So, instead of laying I was in the kitchen, crouched on the barstool, elbows leaning against the counter and with the cup of chamomile tea in hands. I hated chamomile, but Alfred always said it helped you relax, so why not try?

“Why are you up?”

“Shit! Dick! I almost burned myself! We’re in the house you don’t need to sneak up on me!”

“Sorry” he flashed a smile “force of habit. Why aren’t you in bed? You look tired.”

“I am.” I sighed deeply “ my crazy brain however does not seem to be.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about? I’m trapped into one of the most cliché scheme. A hero falling for a villain.”

“Hm. I don’t know. Do you think you are a hero?” he laughed

“Dick….”

“Sorry, Y/N. Though I would make you smile.”

“Not this time, Boy wonder. Not really in the mood.”

“Sorry. But if you don’t want to talk, how about a hug from your favorite bat?”

“Do you think you are my favorite bat?” I raised an eyebrow

“I don’t think. I know. Now come here. “ he extended his arms and I was more than eager to dive in his embrace “does it make you feel better.”

“I don’t know. It definitely reminds me of our childhood times. Those when I was still learning the vigilante shit and you were always there to protect me.” I muttered

“And I always will.” He assured “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Do you have someone specific in mind?” I couldn’t look him in the eyes, fearing the answer

“No. No one specific. Just anyone who would dare so.”

“Hate to break it to you, Dick, but I’m old enough to stand up for myself….”

“But….?”

“But it feels nice to have you.”

“You’re like my little sister, Y/N.” he ruffled my hair and I scoffed but smiled lightly

“Are you two comfortable?” a grumpy voice of another person who was apparently sleepless disturbed the moment of silence between me and Dick.

“How the hell did you get in?!” in a matter of second Damian was standing in the kitchen, followed closely by Tim, both of them with their stern face expression.

“Hello, Jason” Dick smiled

“I said….” Damian repeated only to be ignored once again.

“What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend, Grayson?!”

“Oh, that is just great” I hissed and rolled my eyes. The last thing I needed was possessive Jason, still in his Red Hood suit facing his brothers

“I think you should leave, Jason” Tim tried to take precautions to avoid bloodbath between his older brothers

“And why would I do that, huh?”

“Um. Cause you are not welcomed here?”

“Damian!” I hissed. That was harsh, even for him.

“I think we should all just calm down and …..”

“Cut it, replacement! Why is she here? Are you keeping her captive or something?”

“Now you’re just being paranoid, Jason.”

“Paranoid, sure. I finished ….. “ he shook his head not really wanting to finish this sentence “and came straight to her. Do you even realize how I freaked out when you weren’t there?” his pained gaze landed on me “and then it clicked. You must be at the manor. So I came, and I saw you with Dick and …..”

“Ugh….” Damian hissed

“you know I was trying to make her feel better after she broke on the patrol! Because of you, you idiot” Dick hissed and took a few steps towards Jason so now they were angrily looking at each other

“Once again….ugh. What were you two doing?”

“ Talking!” I yelled and finally got their attention making the four boys quiet for a second. “we were talking. And then hugged. That’s it! You are all insane! Yes, Tim, you too! And now, if you all excuse me, I’m going to bed. I;m done with all of you. Have a good night, gentlemen.”

“Y/N….” Jace called to me, guilt and regret In his voice and in his whole posture

“No, Jace. I’m really, really tired. We’ll …. Talk tomorrow. Or not, I guess.” I looked onto the floor “and I’m pretty sure your yelling and screaming woke up Alfred. And possibly Bruce. So good luck with dealing with them.”

***

“Morning, Y/L/N”.

“Ah! Damian! What the fuck!” the youngest Wayne was standing right above me. It was definitely not how I expected to wake up.

“did you sleep well?”

“GET OUT!”

“You know, you should really answer your phone. It rang like twenty times in the last ten minutes. Bet it’s Todd.”

“Yeah, thanks for the head up, Damian.”

“You know, I’ll be more than glad to help you with that little problem with him….”

“I’m serious Damian, get out!”

“Fine, I’ll deal with him without asking you.”

I groaned. My head was killing me after everything that happened last night. All the emotions and doubts coming back. But, if Jason was blowing off my phone that means he sneaked past Bruce and no one got hurt in the process.

“Y/N?” he picked up after the first signal

“Were you expecting someone else?”

“No really, but with our line of work you can never be sure.” He chucked and that made me smile “Did you sleep well?”

“Someone made sure my night was quite eventful.”

“yeah, I’m… I’m sorry about that, love. I guess I got a bit carried away…” I could tell he was scratching his head in embarrassment

“A little?”

“Ok, fine, a lot! I’m sorry. Just seeing you with dick….”

“Jason.” I propped myself up and sat on the bed “come on. I’ve known him forever. He’s like a brother to me. You know that. Nothing could ever happen between us. I saw him in too many shaming moments. Did I ever tell you about that one time I caught him trying yoga and not being able to untwist himself out of a very complicated asana?”

“You did. But I can never get enough of that” he laughed wholeheartedly “I’ll take every story like that.”

“As much as I love to hear you, Jay, I’m sure you didn’t call me to talk about Dick.”

“Oh, hell no. Out of everyone in that manor, you are the only one I’m interested in.” I felt a little blush on my cheeks “Hey, listen, Red cleared some business and is going to have a quiet night. I was thinking…. We haven’t seen each other a lot lately so maybe you could meet me at our rooftop?”

“We saw each other last night when you encroached the manor”

“You know what I mean”

“And you do realize it’s highly disturbing when you talk about yourself in third person?”

“Precautions, honey. Are you absolutely sure it’s a safe line?”

“I was till now.”

“What changed?”

“I heard interference in the back, just give me a second to deal with it….”

I rushed out of my room (still in my pj) to Tim’s and after a little bangs and words spoken in angered voice was back on the line.

“Sorry, Jay. It was Tim, who apparently got bored. But he won’t be eavesdropping on us anymore.”

“What did you do to him?” Jason laughed

“Nothing permanent.” I shrugged even though he could not see it. “However, I think boys can do without me one night so I’d love to meet you. I missed you Jay.”

“I missed you too, baby.”

“And since when it’s our rooftop?”

***

Jason’s POV

I might have lied to her. I did not exactly secured the Red’s business. And now, when I was waiting for her with that helmet on I started to wonder if my goons people could do without me. But I promised her. I promised her some time alone and I wasn’t going to break it. She’s been neglected and abandoned by me way more than it should have happened. God, I did miss her. I missed making her smile, seeing her laugh. Just being with her. It was like my entire being craved her, both physically and emotionally.

“Hey there, stranger.’ oh, there she was, also in her gear, landing softly and quietly on the roof behind me

“Hello, kitty. I’m sorry but I’m waiting for someone.” I smiled taking a step toward her

“Hm, really? Red Hood waiting for someone?” she raised an eyebrow “usually it’s the other way round. Must be someone special then."

“She is. She truly freaking is.” I grabbed her waist and pull her closer to me, breathing in her scent. I had no idea how she was doing it but she always smelled like the ocean. Fresh and intoxicating.

“So, it’s a she.” She hummed and sneaked her hands around me making me melt into her touch “Lucky one.”

“What about you, Cheshie? Are you just wandering around out of loneliness?”

“Maybe. I mean, there is that special one, but we have been passing each other of late.” She pouted “he’s been occupied.”

“Sounds like a loser.”

“Nah. Just busy man with busy schedule. But he promised me he’ll be there tonight.”

“That’s no excuse. A girl like you deserve all the time in the world.” I removed my helmet staying only in the mask.

“Is that so?” she smiled almost unnoticeably.

“I’m sure.” I leaned in, our lips inched apart and I was just burning to kiss her, but she was still keeping her distance. I did not want to force anything, so just waited.

“How about we wait together than, Hood?” she moved slightly up and I took the hint.

“I can work with that.” Finally. Finally our lips met. Her soft one pressing against mine. Fuck! We’ve been kissing so many times before but every time if felt like the first one. She was intoxicating, a poison running in my veins. The kind of poison I never wanted out of my system. I needed more of her so I grabbed her chin lightly deepening the kiss and tightening the grip on her waist to pull her closer to my chest and further into my arms where she belonged. Soon enough my mouth moved to her neck biting on her soft spot.

“Ja….”

“Shhh, baby, use the code name.”

“Nah. I don’t think so” much to my surprise she pushed my away. My boy wouldn’t like me to call someone else’s name. I bet your s/o wouldn’t either.”

“So, you’re the faithful one, huh?”

“It’s only fair to the person I’m in love with.”

“In love, huh? Lucky bastard.”

“Don’t know about it. He’s the type who can get any girl he wants. Maybe he’s just with me because of praxis.” She looked down, dispirited.

“Baby” I lifted her chin up “believe me, I only got eyes for you.”

“What happened to the code names?” Y/N tilted her head in that cute way

“Fuck that. Don’t care anymore. Now, let’s get out of here. I promised you some good time, didn’t I?”

***

Holy shit, he lived up to his word giving me the best time ever. All of his attention and affection I missed for so freaking long. His soft touches and lips lingering on my skin, kissing it from time to time.

Ok, I don’t know what you thought about, but being a vigilante and dating one messed up anti-hero make you enjoy little things.

So, during our time alone, those little moments we get to steal, we were just cuddling together, enjoying a good book. Nothing fancy, and yet it brought us closer together than anything else in the world. Jason was leaning on the bedframe in one of his safe housed, my head on his chest, eyes closed, legs intertwined, his right hand holding the book, while left traced patterns on my skin. We simply enjoyed each other presence and warm, not being Red Hood and Cheshire, just Jason and Y/N, our mask discarded and tossed somewhere on the floor. This may have not been the safest, but neither of us seemed to care.

Honestly, I have no idea how this peaceful evening/night turned into a soap opera. One moment I was falling asleep , feeling loved and secure in his arms and the second someone was banging on the door rushing inside.

“Roy?” Jason sprung out making sure not to drop me onto the floor in the process. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry, Jace. There’s an emergency. We need you like right now.”

“But….” He hesitated looking at me.

“Go! I’m serious. Go! I’ll wait here. Just…. please, don’t kill anyone. Please.”

“I love you, Y/n. “ he pulled me in and kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine, not ready to let go “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.”

***

He was back an hour later. With blood on his hands and it got me spinning the same way it did last night in the manor. Only this time I decided to confront him about it. I should have predicted this would get angry very fast.

"But I fucking love you!"

"YOUR LOVE HURTS!" Oh, damn. I said it.

"Wha... What?" the brokeness on his face seemed to transpire straight into my heart. Just for a second I saw the same little boy I knew before. Little Jason, who craved love and affection and for some crazy reason could never get enough of it. All that shortage was still there.

"Your love.... hurts." I managed to say, but the last part was almost inaudible.

"Hm." he muttered acting so much like Bruce, quickly covering for his moment of weakness

"What?" there were so many words hidden behind that "one "hm" and I caught herself mentally preparing for a hit from him. It was coming.

"You're giving up on me then?" he hissed "you know, for someone who tried to be so different than Bruce and took so much fucking pride out of it, you two are awfully similar."

"Are we really?"

"You don't see it now. But he gave up on me after my death as well. Never fucking coming after Joker to revenge me. It was like....."

"Like he never wanted you." I finished looking straight into his eyes and that sparked something in him.

"'Cause you never really wanted me either, did you?" he hissed taking a few steps towards me and pushing me into the wall with all the force he could get. Which was a lot. I didn't even wince at the hit but my eyes grew wide "You were just playing around, ready to jump into Dick's bed, huh? Cause everyone wants a fucking hero!" he shook me violently.

"This is not fair, Jay. It's so not fair......" I whined. Now he was hurting me.

"Fuck!" finally he realised that his own anti-hero instincts were working against him. Against me. Against us, if there were even still us. Due to that realization he released the grip on my shoulders making me fall to the ground because my legs were shaking.

"You say it like I wasn't fighting for you for the last half a year. I did. You can't deny that."

"Y/N, I'm...."

"I know. You're sorry. That's the thing with you, isn't it? You do some stupid shit. You apologize. And then it starts again. I'm tired, Jason. I'm really, really tired. You dare to put the words in my mouth saying that I don't love you. That I don't think you're worth fighting for. So tell me, why am I not enough for you to go back to your previous self? Not the unhinged....."

"Monster?"

"I never said that." I looked down.

"You didn't have to."

"STOP TRYING TO GUESS WHAT I THINK!" I yelled like never before and took him by surprise. "If I didn't love you, If I thought you were a monster I would give up so long ago. But I didn't. Because I love you more than anything and you fucking know that!"

"And you know I love you Y/N. You do, right?"

"But we're not good for each other, apparently. And I....."

"For what it's worth, I never wanted to put you through it. It's just all this anger inside me" he cupped my cheek resting his forehead on mine. "You can't do it, can you?"

"No. No, I don't think I can."

"It's ok. I get it" his hand moved to the back of my head, the other resting on my waist pulling me closer.

"Do you really?"

"No."

I sighed deeply opening her mouth but he cut me before anything was actually said.

"Stay with me. Just tonight. Please."

"Jaybird......"

"Please. One last time."

"And then it's over?"

"And...." his voice broke and he had to pause before continuing "and then it's over."

***

Jason’s POV

I knew she wasn’t sleeping and neither was I. However, none of us dared saying a word to each other, instead choosing to lay in the bed in complete silence. She was the little spoon and I was holding her (or maybe to her) with desperation I’ve never experienced before. Please, don’t leave me. Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone again. but all those thoughts were selfish. She needed someone better. She deserved someone better. Someone who wouldn’t drag her through hell every night. Someone who would hold her gently, making her feel safe and taken care of. Someone who was not crazy and did not have Lazarus Pit in his veins. Someone nice. Aka some loser, who could never love her the way I did, but would keep her out of the trouble. Red hood, fuck – I was the rood hood! So, I was the one who would always bring trouble to her. Someone could kidnap her, hurt her, kill her, because of me. And what was even worse, she did not deserve to be dragged all over social media as the hero who gets involved with vigilante. The public would eat her alive for hypocrisy. And as much as I knew she wouldn’t say a word about how much that would be killing her inside, I needed to safe her from that.

But I still wanted her in my crazy, messed up life.

She was my lifeline and I loved her so fucking much.

I loved her brain and her body. Her hair and her slightly snub nose. Her hair and her eyes. Her soft skin under my fingers and the way it felt against mine. Her lips. Her sense of humor, her intelligence and the way she always made me feel loved. Even if I never deserved it. I loved the way she was bantering with demon and replacement showing her fluent sarcasm. I loved how she kept her cool and how collected she was during patrols. After all, I might have spied on her a few times. I loved how she was letting me hold her warm, soft body and snuggled into my chest. And now, I was about to lose it all. Loose her. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!

***

I felt like crying, but parting was the right way to do. We tried to make it work and yet, failed. I couldn’t fall asleep again, instead focusing on his hands gently rubbing my skin and his unusually steady breath on my neck. Almost as if he was trying to convince me that everything was going to be fine. We were going to be fine without each other. Big fat lie.We both know this would leave a scar forever. Another one to add to the collection. We couldn’t be together but we also could not be apart.

Now that I said it, it seemed like we were replaying some crazy Shakespeare drama. Romeo and Juliet? Holy shit. If you cut that little romanticism part and the families who tried to keep young lovers apart everything fit. Ironically, even the dying part.

Jason’s breath hitched a bit and he held me closer as I closed my eyes. Please, don’t let me go. I begged silently in my mind. Please, fight for us. Fight for yourself. For…. Me. Sad truth however, he was the one who already gave up. Not me.

I don’t know how and when but we both feel asleep in each other arms. Maybe it was because it was still familiar. Thank god, Jason was far more exhausted than me so I woke up first. Otherwise we would get back into the same spinning circle of apologies, promises and hurt.

Being a vigilante I caught the moment instantly and used it to wriggle out of his arms. It was killing me. I was the only person around whom Jason was able to let his guard down and actually rest and now I was going to pull the rug from under him. From my boy.

But he already knew I would.

I picked up my small bag, quickly gathering all the stuff and kissed the top of his head .

“I love you Jason Todd. No matter what I always will.” I whispered before turning around and sneaking out the window. I didn’t want to use the creeping door to avoid waking him and starting this whole circle of convincing again.

***

Third person POV

When he woke up she was already gone, the only sign she was real in the form of messy pillow and her lingering scent on the sheets.

“FUCK!” he groaned in frustration throwing a fist into the wall. He lost her. Again. This time probably for good.

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findafight · 1 year

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Miraculous au

"before I start it's important you know this wasn't my fault."

Well. His Kitty sure has a way of setting him at ease. "You know that's probably the quickest way to get me thinking it's definitely your fault?"

Grimalkin sighs and plops, not ungracefully, beside him. "It really isn't. There are few, if any, things I could have done differently to prevent this, Red."

Red Scarab raises his eyebrow. "Oh? And what is "this", kitty cat? Leaving me in suspense isn't gonna help you if it actually is your fault"

He rubs his face in his hands, pinches his nose too. It's a habit Red Scarab has watched him do a dozen or two times by now. He's frustrated and probably embarrassed. Damn. "My best friend knows who I am."

"what? How!? You know our id-"

"she figured me out!" Grimalkin doesn't even make a pun of it, his nose scrunched and cheeks red. "She just. I rescued her, and instead of calling me 'grimalkin' or 'grim' or even 'malkin', she says "bye, my actual real first name"! I almost brained myself tripping when I heard her."

Eddie tries to steady his breaths. Okay. Alright. He wanted to be the first to find out Grim's identity, wanted to maybe be the only one who knew, but fine. He could share. They could work with this.

"how'd she know? She see you transform or something?"

Grim chuckles. Which, rude. This is pretty fuckin serious, little kitty cat. "She said when she saw Grim on tv he seemed familiar, then he kept being familiar. How he moved, talked, smiled. Something niggling at the back of her mind when she saw the heroes of Indy. Then, when I rescued her, it clicked. Suddenly whatever magic the miraculous puts around us to conceal our identities faded, and all she saw was me, her best friend, in silly cat ears and a mask. Saving the city."

"I find the ears charming." Red Scarab finds them absurdly cute, actually. But flirting with his kitty is for later.

"thanks. And that's it. She just. Knew. Saw right through me"

"you trust her?"

Grimalkin nods. "More than anything. I doubt anyone other than her could figure me out, anyways."

"yeah?" A bitter swoop of jealousy tangles itself in Red's stomach. Grim's voice is filled with unabashed fondness when he speaks about this nameless girl. He trusts her more than anything. More than red?

"well," he starts, as though reading Red's mind "maybe the same as you. In regards to my own health and life. I dunno. It's different with you. You're my partner." And ain't that just the sweetest thing? Grimalkin might be in love with some other mystery boy, might be so close with his best friend she saw through ancient magic to his core, but whatever is between them is special. Is different.

Flying above Hawkins, their borough of Indianapolis, bonds them differently than the others. Sure, Grim has friends and a potential boyfriend (as much as that pains him to think of) in his civilian life, and even a best friend who knows about his secret, but they'll never be his partner. Never have the same connection to him as Red does, saving the city from a superviallian. Red Scarab will hold onto that and keep it close to his heart for a while.

Grim nudges their shoulders together. "I really am sorry, though. You deserve to know who I am too. R--my best friend would probably get along with you like a house on fire, I'm a little worried about you meeting" and there he goes, saying such nice things. Acting like them knowing each other's identities and being ingrained in each other's civilian lives is an inevitability. Eddie hopes it is. The people his kitty loves seem, from the sparse details he's shared, quite bizarre and friendly and lovely. They must be, if Grimalkin loves them so.

"yeah? Think I'd recognize you out of the mask?" He says, instead of I hope so, I'd love to, I want to see all of the people you love and love them too.

He laughs. "Probably not. Hopefully not. Don't think I could handle knowing more than one person can see through me so well."

"would you recognize me?"

"no." He says it immediately, and it hurts, just a little. Like being dismissed. (Grimalkin doesn't mean to hurt him, he knows. Thinks the flirting is just for fun, a game, and not Eddie desperately trying to win the heart of a man whose goodness and snark and exasperation and humour stop him short and steal his breath away.) "I don't think so. The Miraculi magic is supposed to protect our identities, and once someone knows, they can see the overlap. Only someone who really, truely knows you and is looking would be able to break it. It happened to me because we have legitimately thought about the pros of combining into a blob person. I don't think many people are actually like that. They certainly don't seem to get me and --and my best friend." He shrugs again. "I dunno. That's what it seems like, anyway."

Grim grins at him. "Wouldn't be very magic if I just saw you walk into work one day and blurt out 'Red Scarab? Is that you!? I'm the guy in a catsuit you beat up supervillains with!' Would it?" If that happened Eddie would probably name it the single greatest thing to ever happen to him, actually. Second only to finding Tikki in his backpack after Hellfire a few short months ago. But his kitty is a romantic, and if he wants a dramatic, heartfelt reveal, then Eddie won't push it. They've got time.

#steddie #steve Harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie miraculous au #stranger things au #finda writes stuff #stobin #basically a direct sequel to robin finding out hehe #the love square...my beloved #its sorta reverse lovesquare but thisnis how it originally starts for them #also hawkins is now a Burrough or neighbourhood of Indianapolis to make it make sense #like there are only so many people in small town that could be the evil guy. a city is required.#finally decided steves hero name is Grimalkin. which basically just means cat but its kinda cute for him i think :)#tbh night crawler would be good and i was so mad because like. he couldnt. he couldnt name himself after an x man. no.#eddies was so much easier.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Bateman Begins Part 38

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Notes: Hi it has been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve updated I am so so so sorry 🦇🖤

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; feelings of jealousy; some angst; non-sexual partial nudity

- You're not jealous.

- You really aren't! You're not jealous, and you're definitely not overthinking this.

- You're not overthinking the way Nathan is keeping such steady eye contact with Vicki Vale as they dance.

- You're not jealous of his hand on her lower back.

- And you're really not overthinking the way that he smiles at her.

- At least, you're trying really, really hard not to.

- "Do you want me to go cut in?”

- It’s a sweet offer, but you have a feeling that Barry doing so would only irritate Nathan.

- Well, Nathan never really warmed to Barry, anyway.

- “No,” You shake your head. “But thank you.”

- “...Wanna make him jealous?” Barry waggles his brows, making you laugh and smile in earnest.

- “Nathan doesn’t get jealous like that—and not about me.”

- “Oh, please,” Barry rolls his eyes.

- “What?”

- Barry’s brows tip up as he glances over toward Nathan and Vicki.

- “If I got within a foot of you back when we were seeing each other, he was right there reminding us to save room for Jesus—and he was Jesus.”

- You snort an unseemly laugh, turning and hiding your face in Barry’s shoulder as people around you give you looks.

- “Oh—well done,” Barry mutters.

- “What?”

- “That got his attention.”

- The statement makes you straighten up, tense.

- “Relax,” Barry coos, “Here, c’mon.” He wraps his arm around your waist, his hand on your hip as he steers you off of the dance floor and toward the bar.

- “You’re really laying it on thick here, Allen.”

- “I know what I’m doing,” Barry mutters. “Betchya he’ll be over here in two minutes.”

- “Doubtful,” You pout, leaning against the bar and propping your chin up on your hand.

- “If he doesn’t, we’ll go down our drinks and go grab dinner. We’ll be the fanciest people at the 43rd street diner. Hell, if he comes over, we’ll go anyway,” Barry offers, smiling and tipping the bartender that sets down two fresh champagne flutes.

- “Okay, that I am down for,” You nod, lightly clinking your glass against Barry’s before taking a sip.

- “What is it you’re down for?”

- The sound of Nathan’s voice almost makes you do a spit-take.

- You don’t dare look at Barry; you can only imagine the wide, smug, cat-that-got-the-canary grin on his face.

- You manage to swallow your drink and force a calm expression before you turn to face Nathan.

- He looks as calm as you do, but you can see scant cracks in his façade—the tightness around his eyes, and the way he’s muscled himself in at the bar between you and Barry.

- “Barry and I are going to finish these up and go get some food,” You answer simply.

- “That so. I’ll join you.”

- “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

- “I do. What can Buddy get you for what he makes? A handful of fries and a hot coffee?”

- “More like two handfuls of fries and unlimited soda,” Barry pipes up. You smile as he drains his champagne flute and sets it down. “Do you have a ticket for the coat check?”

- “Uhhh...Yeah” You open your clutch, fishing around for the little red stub they gave you at the door, “Thanks.” You hold it out to Barry over Nathan’s shoulder and lean back against the bar as Barry takes hold of it.

- You have to fight back a laugh as Barry claps Nathan on the shoulder. “Thanks for the champagne, buddy.”

- You’re almost certain that if it was only the three of you there, Nathan might swing at him. Instead, Nathan’s expression just tightens further as he watches Barry leave.

- “You’re really gonna leave this early?” Nathan asks. “I haven’t even given my speech yet.”

- “You’re giving a speech? You didn’t tell me that.”

- “Well, I wasn’t going to, but Miss Vale helped me do some rewrites.”

- Your grip tightens on your champagne glass as you swirl the remaining bubbling liquid about.

- “Did she? How kind of her.”

- “She’s got a way with words.”

- “I thought her focus was photography.”

- “Well, you know how many a picture is worth.”

- “Then she must have plenty of practice.”

- “...Look,” Nathan lowers his voice, glancing over your shoulder. “If you’re really going with Barry, at least let Alfred know when he can came take you home.”

- You search Nathan’s gaze for a moment before you shrug. “Barry can take me home. It’ll be fine.”

- “Really.”

- “Sure. He has before.”

- It’s a little cruel. It’s twisting the knife. But Nathan doesn’t bow to it like you’d like him to. He just huffs out a mean little laugh, nods, mutters, “Do whatever you want, cupcake,” Before he pushes off of the bar.

- You can’t help but watch him go until he’s disappeared into the crowd, your self-righteous annoyance melting into regret.

- You find yourself still looking as Barry comes back and helps you into your coat.

- You only just manage to avert your gaze when your eyes catch on Vicki’s, as you give her a tight smile and a quick nod on your way out.

- You don’t make it to the diner. Instead, Barry ferries you back to your apartment, and lounges as the two of you order takeout and more alcohol for delivery.

- (Out of spite, you use some of the exorbitantly high Venmo balance that Nathan has sent you)

- “You shouldn’t let him get under your skin like that.”

- Barry’s advice is muffled through his mouthful of burger and fries. You wince a little at the sight, and the few sprayed particles of food. You reach out, swiping the specks away with a napkin before you toss the napkin in the trash.

- You slouch back against your cabinets, seated on your counter, your skirt making a swishing sound as you swing your bare feet back and forth.

- “I got under his, too,” You argue, “Like...A little.”

- “More than a little. I thought he was gonna cold-cock me.”

- You smile, gaze sweeping Barry. He looks strangely debonair with his shirt partially unbuttoned, his tie undone, hanging loosely around his neck.

- “He wouldn’t,” You reassure, “Not in public, anyway.”

- “Oh, well. That’s great reassurance, thank you.”

- You chuckle, raising your burger and taking a bite.

- “You gonna talk to him about it?” Barry asks.

- You consider it as you lower your burger and chew, picking at a stray piece of lettuce.

- “I have, a little,” You admit. “I worry about her poking around.”

- “Why?”

- “Bateman Enterprises has a lot of top-secret shit brewing. I’m not in on all of it,” You fib, “But...I don’t know what she’s digging for. That worries me.”

- Barry hums thoughtfully. “Could just ask her.”

- “Somehow I don’t think she’ll be all that forthright.”

- “You never know until you try.”

- “Maybe not, but I can suspect.”

- “...I’m gonna ask you something, and I swear I mean it in, like...Good...Spirit,” Barry draws out.

- “Okay?”

- “Are you suspicious of her motives, or are you suspicious because she’s getting so close to Nathan?”

- Your gaze flickers to Barry before it lowers again, discomfort muddling with the burger in your stomach.

- “...It’s a bit of both,” You admit after a moment. “I don’t like her getting so close to the company, or Nathan. He keeps everyone at arm’s length.”

- “Except for you, and for her?”

- “...Yeah,” You nod a little. It pains you to say so, but you can’t pretend that your wariness of Vicki Vale has absolutely nothing to do with how Nathan has responded to her, both as himself, and as Batman.

- Barry nods sympathetically before he reaches out, gently patting your knee. You smile, reaching up and gently ruffling Barry’s neatly coiffed hair, giggling as he groans and whacks at your hand, ducking away from you.

- Barry leaves around midnight. You’re tried, and tipsy, and wishing that you’d gotten him to at least start to undo your dress zipper a little before he left.

- You managed to get the very top of it, but now it’s in the middle of your back and you—you just can’t—ugh, you can’t quite reach it.

- Your fingertips are just brushing the zipper as you groan in frustration.

- “Need a hand?”

-”Holy—!” You screech at the sound of Nathan’s modulated voice, whirling around to see him standing in your otherwise dark bedroom doorway. “Motherfucking—shitballs, fuck, don’t do that!”

- “Close the blinds,” Is Nathan’s succinct reply. You huff, trudging over to he window and tugging the blinds all closed. As you reach the last one, you hear Nathan’s boots thud deeper into the apartment.

- You go still as his hand steadies on your hip, then his other hand raises, undoing the zipper. You sigh as the straps sag around your shoulders.

- “Thanks,” You mutter. You push the dress down, wriggling it lower and lower with each step before you finally crouch down, scooping up the pooled fabric from around your ankles and carrying it into your bedroom.

- It leaves you in your bra, your high-waisted control-top shapewear undies, and your pantyhose.

- “How was your speech,” You call over our shoulder. It’s another moment before Nathan is following you into the bedroom again.

- “It was fine.”

- “Did Vicki like it?”

- The question falls out of your mouth, and you can’t shove it in again. It hangs in the air uncomfortably.

- You hear Nathan sigh heavily before you hear the slight hiss and ruffle of him removing his helmet.

- “This still?” He asks boredly, voice unmodulated. You shrug, tugging on your bathrobe (satin, and blue—one of the designer ones that Nathan bought for you months ago) before you wriggle out of your shapewear and toss it into your hamper.

- “You said she helped you with the rewrite. I was just asking if it came out the way she wanted it.”

- You’re going to tie your robe closed, but Nathan presses up behind you, his arms curling around your middle, his kevlar cool against your back.

- “It’s kinda sweet, you know?” He murmurs, lips brushing the curve of your ear.

- “What is?”

- “You, being so jealous.”

- “Oh, fuck off,” You scoff. Impulsively, you elbow him in the gut, then wince, regretting the sting and resounding pulse of pain from the whack at his kevlar. Nathan chuckles softly, dipping his head and nuzzling your neck.

- “No, it really is,” He insists, gently swaying the two of you back and forth.

- “Lemme go, Nathan,” You grumble. “I wanna go wash off my makeup.”

- “In a minute.”

- “What are you gonna do between now and then?”

- Nathan turns you to face him, his gloved hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to his.

- Heat rushes to your face, throat going tight as his gaze sweeps your expression.

- “You bring that dweeb back here just to piss me off?” He asks. You roll your eyes.

- “Barry is my friend.”

- “That’s all?”

- “That’s all.”

- “Alright...Vicki Vale is a reporter doing a profile on me.”

- “Congrats.”

- “That’s all she is to me. Alright?”

- You lower your gaze grudgingly to his chest, to the insignia on his chest.

- Maybe that’s all she is to Nathan, but is that all she is to Batman?

- In your mind, she’s a threat to Batman.

- Not a threat like the Scarecrow, or Mr. Freeze, or the Penguin—

- Yo don’t think she’s planning on causing Batman grievous harm.

- You’re certain that she wants to get in his head, to blow his identity wide open.

- You don’t know what you’d do if she did.

- “Yeah,” You nod. “Alright.”

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george228732 · 8 months

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Fylass In Wonderland - Chapter Three EX - Cracked Reflection

The path was becoming darker and darker, with the moon seemingly catching cracks, and reality itself at the verge of nonexistence was a possibility that everyone on the group knew, but no one wanted to say it outright, since that would just cause more dread on the group; some were nervous, some were serious, and some others were comforting each other in silence; Pleiades could see both Kurabe and Mikuto being corny together, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit happy but uncomfortable at the scene.

"...So, Porcelain man, or well, Shard, I would still recommend you to find a shelter soon, along with the rest; I can lead this on my own, and save the rest of the inhabitants of Wonderland, including Fylass and Dolly." Ades said.

"...And how are you going to do that?"

"...I’ll find a way."

"That sounds ridiculous; the world is breaking apart, and I don’t think that you only would be able to do something significant, so I wouldn’t assume that you would be able to do that that easily."

"It is my work as the wise warrior, sir, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t underestimate me."

"I am not doing such a thing, I am just telling you that such a plan is ridiculous for someone like you, or us, or the rest of the inhabitants." Lucid said, and such, Pleiades stayed silent, since he seemingly realized how much of a dangerous plan it is. "It’s okay, Diamond Man, we get ya." Mikuto said, laughing a bit, still holding hands with Kurabe; both were happy with each other, as if they forgot that the world they were in was falling apart at the scenes.

"...Stand still." Ades said, as the group started to hear a bunch of voices talking near the path, and the wise warrior took his sword out just in case, only to find out that they were the Cheshire Cats, along with Damian and Fela, conversing as if it was a normal tuesday, laughing and talking casually.

"Er, false alarm."

The cats heard Ades’ voice, along with both Damian and Fela, and they immediately went towards the group going to the Card Castle.

"Ooh! Look who it is! Hehehe! If it isn’t the Diamond itself!" Selene said. "Aren’t you someone lovely to see around?"

"And look! If it isn’t the regulars of the tea table! Dandy title!" Casey said afterwards.

"It is truly lovely to see all of the important people around here, but for what reason, I ask? Heehee!"

"...We need to get Fylass, and evacuate; you should do that as well."

"I mean, I guess? Although that wouldn’t be fun; we all like to see a bit of chaos in our lives, anyways."

"...Why would you want to see me?" Chaos said.

"...Aren’t you funny?"

Damian and Fela were a bit confused on what was happening at the moment; Damian wondered what they were referring to, and Fela wondered if Damian didn’t notice at this point what was happening.

"Er, guys, we were doing stories and such. Are you tired…?" Damian asked.

"We were doing boring stories and such. Aren’t you tired…?"

"Hehe, not really, it’s just that we found something more interesting! If I know what you are doing, we might have a chance to get to the circus again! I guess you are funny enough to come with us on the adventure!"

"But I didn’t say anything about tha-" Ades said as he was silenced by Mikuto. "This could be helpful, man." Mikuto said, as Ades just accepted the new members of the group with a frustrated face.

"Oh! The Circus! That would be wonderful!" Damian said.

"Oh. The Circus. That would be wonderful, I guess." Fela said.

The five new members found their spot on the group, and as such, they kept on going with the group. The cracks of reality were always present, and all of them decided to ignore it since that would only bring more nervousness and hurry, although it’s not better that way, is it?

The glowing stars of the night weren’t present anymore, and the pumpkins stopped glowing happily, the path was empty and gloomy, as the gate towards the Circus of Infinity gave a feeling of massive dread, as if someone was messing with things that were beyond anyone’s understanding.

"...This circus looks like everything but a fun place. Way to kill the atmosphere!" Selene said with annoyance in her voice.

"This is not time to be annoyed by the area, we need to get to the Card Castle." Lucid said with determination, as he walked inside to find a possible exit, and the rest did the same, although some tried to play with the now broken and lonely attractions, which were now filled with medical prescriptions, loose medicine, and undecipherable words written on chalk.

"God, where is everyone?" Kurabe asked.

"...I have no idea, the last time we went here on our first date, everything was much more pretty and filled to the brim with people, and now it is as if a tornado came and ruined the place entirely…"

The rain suddenly came and soaked the area with the rain, which seemed salty as tears, for some reason.

"Eurgh. Great, rain came down…" Fela said with an even more annoyed face.

"It’s just rain, what’s the problem with it?" Casey said, trying to annoy Fela. "It’s just salty, and that makes it more amazing in my opinion, heehee."

The rain was cold, and it felt like needles piercing through fair skin, and it seemed like it was going to get worse, until someone, at last, found the exit the group was looking for since they came here; this circus was interesting and filled to the brim with joy, and yet, it now seemed cursed and lonely.

"Guys, there’s someone else here!" Chaos yelled as loud as possible to catch everyone’s attention, and indeed, there was someone else, and that someone else was Soliera, which was right next to the tent leading to Dull Glass, with a sad expression on her face.

Everyone reunited, and went towards the jester, to ask for the way out.

"Excuse me, lady, do you know where’s the exit towards the Card Castle?" Lucid asked.

"...Oh, hi there… Yeah, this tent right here has an exit, go through it and you’ll be there in no time…"

"Are you feeling well?"

"...Not really. The Circus I worked for so hard is now abandoned, and I don’t even know why…"

"What do you mean you don’t why?"

"I literally just blinked, and when I opened up my eyes, everything looked like it does now, just without the rain, and now I feel awful about myself for not protecting it, for whatever caused it to end up like this."

"...We will help you with it when we stop this disaster, I promise." Kurabe said.

"...You will?"

Soliera seemed at least a bit happier than before; she didn’t even care to look at the other symbol bearers with much admiration, but at least it’s something…

"Thank you. Let me accompany you, please." Soliera said, as Lucid gave her a look that would seem like she was allowed to be part of it. The group, now with Soliera, entered in the tent, and went towards the darkness.

It was just as gloomy as the time when Fylass and Dolly used the stairs to get to the entrance, although, something felt even more wrong this time, and those feelings of dread were confirmed to Lucid, as a new message on the door leading to Dull Glass was in place for him to read it:

"Hell has many definitions, but what Hell is, is your last day alive, where the person you are now, will meet the person you could’ve been." As Lucid read the message, chills were sent towards his spine, as the door opened up, revealing the same area of Dull Glass, wooden floor, concrete ceiling, and the same aesthetic of a madhouse, although now, there were no mirrors, only leaving the dirty silhouettes of them made of dust behind.

"...Wow… This doesn’t look like a place belonging to a circus…" Mikuto said from behind.

"This place was supposed to be a mirror maze attraction for the visitors, although something went terribly wrong, and the mirrors started to act strangely, at the point where they became dangerous, and now seeing that they are gone, makes me think that something terrible is bound to happen…" Soliera said.

"...Well, won’t you lead the way, Porcelain man?" Said Artemeta, as Lucid’s expression of fear, was transformed into one of annoyance. "What’s with people telling me that I look like a porcelain man?!"

Artemeta chuckled afterwards. "I apologize, I suppose. Just lead the way for us, peasants!"

Lucid and the group started moving towards the labyrinth that is this Dull Glass, but the paths seemed more convoluted, as if the place was trying its best to make the group get lost. The hallways were distorted, going from one side to the other, and even some of them ended up going upwards; it was a living anomaly.

"You don’t have any idea where we are going, do you?" Chaos asked Lucid.

"And you have any idea then?"

"Fair."

"Besides, I think the exit is right near this hallway!" Lucid said, as he pointed towards the end of the hallway, which was going to the left, revealing a small white light on the corner that couldn’t be seen from that perspective.

Lucid and the rest got there, and at the end of it, they could see a porcelain door, and Lucid was the first to open it, but instead of the light of the exit, it was a light coming from nowhere, and the room was the same one Fylass and Dolly met Genesis, and surprise surprise, they were inside too.

"Ah! N-New people? I am so sorry to not notice you sooner! I was… busy." Genesis said, and in reflex, everyone took out their weapons.

"WAIT! Don’t hurt me! I mean no harm! At least to you."

"...What? What does that mean?"

"Look, nothing. I assume you’re looking for an exit, so let me help you find it."

The group was confused, but as Genesis left the room to guide them towards the exit, Lucid screamed in shock and terror when he looked in the lone mirror of the room, which reflected… his own reflection of porcelain.

"Woah! Shard, what's going on?! It’s just your reflection." Chaos said.

"NO! IT’S NOT! I DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT, DO I?!"

"...Well, yeah, you did look like that a while ago, why is it a surprise?"

"WHY DIDN’T ANYONE TELL ME?! WHY?!"

"...Wait, you didn’t know you looked like that?" Chaos asked with genuine curiosity.

"HOW WOULD I KNOW?! THERE WEREN’T ANY MIRRORS AROUND!"

"Can you please stop screaming?! My cat ears can only bear that for so long!" Selene said, as Lucid, looking at his own reflection, broke the mirror with his bare hand, out of reflex, and as the shards of glass fell off the mirror, so did Lucid’s tears. No one really knew why, but he felt as if a precious thing of his was taken away by the most evil of fates.

"...I-I apologize." Genesis said. "Even if you looked like that even before you looked at it, I couldn’t blame you for breaking down in a place like this…"

"...How much time have you been here?" Fettuccine said, as the rest of the group comforted Lucid after that discovery of his.

"If I am being honest, I think I’ve been here for centuries… Time doesn’t seem to flow down here, but even then, I know it has passed a long time."

"...Why aren’t you capable of leaving?"

"The Queen had me stuck in here, and only a symbol bearer can let me out of it, and yet, even if any of them helped me, the Queen would’ve still hunted me down and put me again in this personal jail."

"...Well, here we have two symbol bearers, and we won’t let The Queen trap you in here again."

"...And how are you so sure?"

"Because we have hope." Genesis seemed to feel a sense of regret and guilt, since they had the exit, and it was Fylass, but thanks to their fear, they preferred to destroy that key out of this maze, but at least they have a new key to escape, and they won’t waste it.

"...Thank you."

"No problem."

"Er… Guys…" Fela called everyone’s attention, only to see the broken mirror oozing out a black substance resembling of tar, and soon enough, it started to take the form of the figure Lucid once was, although none of his old characteristics were able to be seen, only leaving a black, sticky being with eyes made of glass, standing.

"...N-No…" Lucid backed down, and the figure started to move its left hand, and after snapping their fingers, the candles started to bright more and more, to the point where the whole area was starting to burn down.

"RUN!" Soliera said, as everyone left the room to search for an exit. The fire was strong, and the mirrors appeared out of nowhere, now filling the distorted hallways with maimed versions of the group in each mirror; it was indeed, a madhouse.

Everyone went their own way to find an exit as soon as possible, and Lucid ended up running alone on the lone hallway in front of him, as the figure that he saw before was chasing him down, as it said unintelligible nonsense, until it was able to tell a full sentence.

"I s t h i s t h e t h i n g y o u w a n t e d t o d e n y?"

The figure was running faster and faster, with the mirrors on the sides, cracking and shattering, and their shards were now scattered on the floor. Lucid was panicked, to the point where he couldn't even look back to see the figure, but after many more hallways crossed, he was reunited with the rest of the group that was running, although Fettuccine had a mirror on her back.

"WHAT’S WITH THAT?!"

"YOU’LL SEE!"

The group was coming closer to the exit, as the final hallway, floating in the void of agony was in place, and step by step, the team got closer, until Genesis, and the rest could finally… cross it.

The rain had stopped, as the team kept running and running, as they could feel the grassy field below them once again, and the door behind them disappeared. The group was able to catch a breath again, as they all rested on the floor due to the exhaustion.

"...What… was… that…?" Damian said.

"...You… think… I know…?" Fela said as well.

"Eh, that was fun!" Said the Cheshire Cats, seemingly the only ones that weren’t exhausted, as everyone else looked at Fettuccine and the strange mirror she had, which revealed a reflection of Meta Knight on the other side.

"...It’s… nice… to… see you… again…" Fetty said, hugging the mirror.

"...Oh… You seemingly got one of the lost invitees." Genesis said. "Poor souls trapped behind glass… I am sure that if you weren’t able to run in time, you would’ve ended up behind mirrors too…"

Lucid stayed silent, he didn’t even seem to breathe; the discovery was shocking…

"...You okay, Lucid?"

"...No. I am not… I lost it… I lost myself…"

"...I don’t really know what to say, to be honest… Bad for you, I guess?" Chaos said.

"...I shouldn’t even be called Shard at this point…"

"Then call yourself something else, I don’t know, I don’t make the rules."

"...I’ll think about it." Lucid said, as he remembered the reason why they were doing this in the first place.

"The kid!" Lucid stood up. "We need to get to the Card Castle!"

"...Well that’s a change of mood if I’ve ever seen one."

"We don’t have time for your talk, we need to save the kid!" The group realized this as well, and sprinted towards the castle, only to find out other two figures standing near it. The white rabbits.

"Oh. You are here." Said Singularity.

"Oh come on! Singularity, why are you standing like that so nonchalantly?! We need to get to The Queen, or else, she might kill us!"

"...That won’t be necessary."

"...What’s with everyone talking ominously?" Ades said.

"I am aware that you want to get to Card Castle, but the Queen won’t be happy with seeing you there, so…" Singularity dropped a bag filled with DRINK ME bottles, and EAT ME cakes. "You might want to use these. The kid dropped these on the way, and seemingly no one noticed."

"...Why are you helping us?"

"Yeah! Why are you helping them?!" Wisp said.

"...I have my motives. For now though, let’s just go…"

Lucid grabbed the bad, and with confusion, and determination, took the first step.

"...Pretty well then. If you want to let us win this…"

"We’ll do so."

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#fylass in wonderland #extra chapter

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legendheroes · 8 months

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LXW AU - little story fragments [#3]

I saw the thingy @timelessanimo did about this AU and i kept wanting to write something based on it ;v;

So I hope i managed to get a good glimpse of that scene 😗

[AO3 version!!]

Taiki, uncover the truth!?

Tagiru was quite agitated that morning, he was complaining about the fact one of the Legend Heroes appeared in front of him and beat Gumdramon with no mercy, took his goggles off and destroyed them in front of his eyes.

He was filled with a mix of rage and frustration, so he was quite babbling nonstop about how he wanted to make that guy pay him a new pair of goggles and apologize for what he had done. Taiki and Yuu had to endure this talk till they reached the school’s grounds, but before that…

… Taiki noticed someone was following them.

“I don’t want to fight anymore… Sorry.”

“That’s the opposite of what you were saying, Tagiru!!” Yuu hissed, “And this sounds something strange, why would one of those Legendary Heroes track you down and fight you!?”

“I dunno either! But… Aaah! I want to fight but I don’t want to at the same time!!”

“Tagiru I will make’em pay!!” Gumdramon roared from the Xros Loader, “It’s no fair appearing out of the blue and striking an attack on us!”

“You two should calm down…” Yuu sighed, but his glare at Tagiru and the device in the other’s hand did not disappear that easily, “... But, I heard from Nene and Kotone that there’s more attacks like these happening… Still, it’s strange, weren’t they supposed to be heroes ??”

“Beats me” Tagiru shrugged, “Wait, you said…??”

“Yeah, Nene and Kotone met another one…”

Taiki was not paying attention to their convo, he was so sure someone was following them. So he looked back quickly and…

… No one was there.

“Taiki-san?” Yuu asked with some concern, “Are you okay?”

“Oh… Erm, it’s nothing! It must have been a stray cat” Taiki looked back at the boys and chuckled nervously.

“... Ah I know what we can do!” Tagiru smiled, “Let’s ask the Mysterious Hunter to help us to beat the Legend Heroes! He… He was quite worried about what happened to me…”

“Hmm… I don’t know,” Yuu frowned, “Weren’t you and him always bickering and finding a reason to be turning everything into a competition?”

“Yeah, but this time it was different… I think he might not be a bad guy…”

“Not a bad guy…” Taiki repeated, whispering to himself. Then he thought -- Tagiru is attacked by a Legend Hero and then later he’s found by Mysterious Hunter…? This is too suspicious…

“Taiki-san, how about we meet later to discuss what we should do next?”

“A-ah, right…! I think Nene wants to talk to me too… Is she at your home, Yuu?”

“Yeah, she will be arriving tonight. Kotone might come with mom next week though…”

Who was following us? -- Taiki thought.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU OOOOOOOOOOOOLD HAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!”

Lance kicked the door of the clock shop with all of his strength and ire, making the others from the residence get a jumpscare. Lilithmon (with a human form, similar to her original one, but without wings and wearing casual clothes an adult woman would wear) snapped at the boy:

“GAAAH YOU ALMOST DESTROYED OUR DOOR YOU LITTLE HEATHEN!!”

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT THE FRIGGIN’ DOOR, I WANT TO KNOW WHY THE HECK THERE’S A COPY OF ME WANDERING AROUND!!”

They were picking a fight, but the old watchmaker stood in the middle of their fight and dragged the boy to the other room, closed the door and sighed.

“So?? What do you have to say about having a mini-me running around and messing up with innocent people!?” Lance asked again, staring at the old man.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t in my plans…” he replied, nonchalantly, “I suppose Quartzmon has found someone else to pretend to be you.”

“Huh?? Whaddya mean!?”

“... I hope it’s not that digimon” he sighed again, then looked at the boy, “We have no time anymore, you have to form an alliance with Kudou Taiki right now. Or else… We might never beat Quartzmon.”

“Dude… I just… I just want to save him from that Quartzmon-guy! But… I can’t turn my back on everyone here either…”

“You’re a good person, Golden Heart. That’s why you’re our only hope to bring peace to the worlds and save the legends before it’s too late.”

“You shouldn’t feed his ego” A voice came from the sky blue Xros Loader, “He might get too much pressure and mess this up!!”

“H-Hey! I’m not… I know I don't work well under pressure, but don’t say it that way! I never mess things up on purpose!”

“See? He’s self-aware.”

“S-shut up…!!”

“Maybe you should… Talk with Kudou Taiki now.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this…” he pouted, and headed back to the store, “Stalkin’ others is wrong, very wrong…”

“But you have to talk with Taiki, don’t ya?” the voice from the Xros Loader talked to him.

“Yeah, maybe… I can do that later? Without stalking, just… Hope they pass by. A-ah, my job! I have to work now, I can’t waste my time here…!!”

“Um… I wish we were at home, studying culinary and going to class…”

“...”

“B-but I don’t want to make you sad! Cheer up, we might find him soon!! We just need…”

“... to form an alliance with Kudou Taiki, yeah yeah I know.”

They decided to wait until Taiki went to buy something at the konbini. But that couldn’t help enough… Taiki passed by the store, but didn’t get in. And if the old man was correct…

So then…

Taiki parted ways with Yuu and Tagiru, and on his way to home he felt someone was stalking him again. Taiki kept walking quickly but he was so sure who was following him. He kept walking until he reached a point and used Time Shift on an empty alley.

Seconds later, he heard the same sound of a Time Shift gate opening and he and his stalker stood in front of each other.

“I don’t like being followed so how about you show yourself and tell me what you want…”

He stared at the other human,

“... ‘Mysterious Hunter’.”

According to Taiki’s theories, the suspicion that the Mysterious Hunter was the one who attacked Tagiru with his real identity was getting more concrete evidence little by little.

This wasn’t good for the other party though…

“You’re one of them, am I correct?” Taiki continued, “You attacked Tagiru, right Lance Goldheart…?”

“...”

He removed his hood.

“Or should I say…”

“… Motomiya Daisuke?”

“We need to talk, Kudou Taiki,” the light of the Digiquartz sky reflected on the orange shades, “And no, I’m not the one who attacked Akashi. It was someone else, you have to believe me.”

“... You were spying on us, weren’t you?”

“... Yeah, but not for who you think it is…!” Daisuke replied seriously, “Also, we’re in danger. And we’re the only ones able to save this world and the others.”

“Huh…?”

“YOU!!” Shoutmon called, and then got out of the Xros Loader, “I won’t let you hurt Taiki!!”

“H-hey chill! I’m not the bad guy here!” he babbled, “Someone stole my face! And using it against me.”

“What do ya mean?” Shoutmon asked. He was still in position to fight in case Daisuke did something.

“It’s impossible that you casually found Tagiru that time,” Taiki said nonchalantly, “You were around when that happened…”

“... You got me there” he shrugged, “But yeah, I saw the copycat and went after him, but then he attacked Akashi and I lost his track. I’m still mad that that faker used my face against one of you kids and I heard there’s more attacks like these happening… And I don’t like that!”

“I see…”

“Especially when my mission was to find Taichi-senpai and bring him back home.”

“Oh…?” Shoutmon blinked, “Ah, I forgot there’s one world with two legends in it…”

“W-WHY EVERYONE FORGETS THAT I EXIST!?” he pouted “First the bad guy skips me because he forgot I was from Taichi-senpai’s world, now you…” he was whining, yeah.

“But if we’re the only ones able to save everyone…” Taiki mused, “What do you intend to do?”

“We… We have to form an alliance,” Daisuke replied, “Or it was what the ol’ man told me to do…”

“Old man?” Taiki raised an eyebrow, “One with a clockmon?”

“Yeah, that ol’ man.”

“I don’t think we should trust that old guy, Taiki…” Shoutmon replied. Then, he looked at Daisuke “Didn’t you have a digimon partner too?”

“Ah…? He’s right here,” then Daisuke showed the Xros Loader, “V-mon, are you hearing me?”

“YUP! But… Haha… I can’t do much here… Sorry pal!”

“Q-quit sassing me!!”

“Interesting that you have a Xros Loader like us…” Taiki commented with some curiosity on that detail, “Did the same old man give it to you, like he had given one to Tagiru and to the others??”

“Uhh, sorta? I had this thing when I came here… And V-mon cannot evolve normally too, But this thing made the Digimentals of Courage and Friendship take the form of V-mon’s armor evolution forms…”

“I see…”

“A-anyway we have to form this alliance! The Xros Heart might be the only way to stop Quartzmon’s plans.”

“Hmm… What plans?”

“Long story, I’ll explain everythin’ but since this fake Daisuke is runnin’ amok… We have to do it quickly.”

“Alright, I will contact Nene and Kiriha and tell them what you told me. Could you leave some way for me to contact you?”

“I guess the Xros Loader can work as some sort of walkie-talkie…?”

Taiki took his Xros Loader and synchronized it with Daisuke’s, then got him added to the contact list there, “Done.”

“Phew, I thought this would be harder to deal with but it was easy,” Daisuke chuckled in relief.

“But why are you hiding yourself?” Shoutmon asked, “I mean, before the fake Golden Heart appeared?”

“.... V-mon and I were being hunted by the baddies too” he confessed, then he put the hoodie on and covered his mouth with the blue scarf, “I’m still not sure if it is safe to walk around as ‘me’ y’know?”

“I get it now…” Taiki nodded sagely, “All the pieces are making sense… But, if you’re in danger this means I’m also a target, correct?” Daisuke nodded his head, “Then, joining forces would not only help us to beat the enemy, but our allies would protect us from getting caught.”

“Yeah, wow you’re seriously a genius kiddo.”

“I think that’s more common sense than genius,” Shoutmon scratched his head.

While they talked… The strange old watchmaker watched them from a distance with Hideaki. This satisfied themselves, knowing that now they could beat Quartzmon and bring everything back to normal.

But… Would it work?

#legend xros wars au #motomiya daisuke #kudou taiki #lxw au little story fragments

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card-queen · 11 months

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Story Craft: Plot Basics

How do you make a good plot for your story?

Magic!

Not magic like wizards and spells. Stage magic. Misdirection, sleight of hand and such.

In the most basic sense, plotlines are curating audience expectations for the purpose maximising the effect of your pay-off scenes.

Ready to learn more? Follow me...

Genre

There's two ways to look at genre and you must look at it both ways to truly thrive. The first way is the general labelling system that groups stories by similar elements and surface details. It's about detectives? Crime drama. It has elves and magic? Fantasy. It has elves and magic in the modern day? Urban fantasy.

Growing up, we would call this window dressing. It's the little decorations you put up that signal to people the types of things they're to expect in your story. People have certain ideas and expectations when they watch a period drama romance, a superhero movie, a cold war-era spy thriller, etc. And most come with associated story conventions -- aka. the second way to look at genre.

The second way to look at genre involves first understanding not what is being used, but how it's being used. By cracking open conventions and understanding what's going on underneath, we can better use these elements for any genre of story and really make things that stand out.

Feelings

Ultimately, this is the pay-off for all the major moments in your story. A feeling. Horror, fear, anxiety, angst, joy, wonder, enlightenment, hope, etc. Every big moment in your story is trying to get a reaction from your audience, and everything leading up to your big moments is cultivated using genre-savvy, misdirection and accepted tropes to make that scene have a big impact!

The Tools

We have some strong tools in our hands in the form of genre conventions. Some genres suggest surface details that more immediately understood: the fantasy genre evokes visions of medieval Europe, castles, dragons, magic, Kings, prophecies, adventure and war, etc. Other genres suggest more story beat elements that we expect to play out in the story: the mystery genre often involves a murder (or more), red herrings, suspects, lies and deceit.

But we can mix the elements of both to create a whole new beast. Now, I'm not gonna go over plot frameworks like I originally planned to... because the truth is that I don't really know what kind of frameworks fit for me. It could be a situation where it's different for everyone, so I'll just keep it loose here but if things like Save the Cat, Plotto or any other master plots framework book help you, use them. Pacing is something absolutely individual to a person. I found 3-act structure to open-ended and things like Save the Cat far, far too restricting. I use a 5-act structure~

Now, let's crack open the Fantasy Genre and see how we can use the elements within to create something new...

Castles. What are they and how are they used? They're often secure headquarters for other characters or groups, either friendly or enemy. If friendly, they may have to be defended. If enemy, they may have to be attacked or perhaps the characters might have to sneak into them. Dragons. What they are is highly dependent on how they're used. Is the hero supposed to slay the dragon? If so, the dragon is may be used as an impressive, near-unkillable foe that must be overcome. Or it may be an entity of great wisdom viewed by it's more bestial traits. Or it could be something ancient compared to everything around that is poorly judged, persecuted or deeply vengeful. Is the hero supposed to encounter and be afraid of the dragon? Is the hero supposed to steal from the dragon? Is the hero supposed to raise the dragon? There are ways to break every element down to its core component and use it in any scenario.

You could make an entire heist story set in a fantasy realm with the dragon being a stand-in for bank/vault the characters have to break into. Not unlike The Hobbit but more leaning into the conventions and roles of a typical heist: seeking out particular misfits to deal with specific aspects of breaking into a dragon's lair.

You could make a murder mystery follow the basic conventions of a prophecy story element, only instead of a divine prophecy with vague nuance ripe for multiple ways to interpret it... you have a veiled threat in the form of a calling card, promising death or retribution and many of the characters start to suspect themselves or each other of being the "chosen one".

By taking the plot elements (things that happen) of one genre, and dressing them up in the standard conventions of another genre (window dressing), you can really create something unique.

And it doesn't all have to be light-hearted and played for laughs either. You can take a typical slash story framework, with horror lurking around every corner, and set it on... say... a spaceship? You could take a buddy-cop story framework and put the characters in a zombie apocalypse fighting with each other and against the world to get on the last train leaving the area before it's too late. You could take the framework from any story you enjoyed or any type of story you enjoy and fine tune it to suit your needs by giving it more impact and oomph in the pay-off scenes, and suit your taste by dressing it up in the genre flavours you like.

Happy creating!

Want more writing advice? Check out this post!

#story talk #plot talk #this is basic #I apologise #but I had thoughts I wanted to get out #and didn't know what else to say

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cerise-on-top · 2 years

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Ok I have another request and this time is about our favorite merchant zacharie.

Ok i have a theory that Zacharie might have been a player in the past and like us he also have to defeat gardians but there were more than 4 gardians that time like the toad king . Zacharie has add ons which are a pair of wings and two sword that can shape shift into a cat . Yes Judge and Valarie were add ons as well .

Now as to what happened with him , let's say zacharie didn't complete his mission for some reason it can be because he doesn't like the genocide he was causing (the zones weren't that messed up back then) . So as a punishment for not completing it zacharie ends up being stuck in the world. It has been ages and he was starting to forget about his past , the only thing he remembers was his younger sibling that he misses alot and hopes that they never end up here . Judge only remember that zacharie used to be a puppeteer once and that's it while Valarie doesn't remember anything other than the fact that Zacharie is a good friend with them

Now fate can be really cruel and they ends up being batter puppeteer. Of course y/n doesn't recognize him because of the mask but they finds his voice familiar. Batter obviously noticed how egar zacharie was talking to them and when the player was taking a break near the save block which is inside the shop , batter asked about it and he told him since he can't really lie to him , at one point batter asked why didn't zacharie tell them ? Zacharie laugh abit and says he won't be here if the mission is a success

Now a timeskips after they turned off the switch after saying goodbye to both batter and Zacharie. When they wake up in their room they finds a mask and baseball hat , under the mask there was picture of young zacharie giving young Y/N a piggy back ride

Holy heck, this is so angsty, I am in love with this prompt! Not to brag, but I cried on three different occasions while writing this B) But yeah, I hope you don't mind me making this a bit longer, I really wanted to turn this into a short fic since I got struck with inspiration!

See You Again

That was it, the end was nigh. There was no corruption left where there was none to corrupt, and soon, he was to join the Pandemonium, too. Zacharie had it coming, karma always found her way to get her revenge. A mission he never fulfilled cost him everything he never cared much for in the first place. And if it cost him his own life to not be the cause of a worthless genocide, to be the catalyst of a cycle repeating itself over and over again, then so be it. If only fate hadn’t been so cruel towards him to leave him with the one thing he wished to keep safe. C’est la vie, he would tell himself in hopes of not breaking apart. C’est la vie.

“You know, Zach, you’re like the older brother I wish I had. Thanks for everything, really! I hope I’ll get to see you again!”

Those words held so much more meaning than you could have ever thought. When you hugged him, he couldn’t help but take in your warmth, how the smell of meat, plastic and sugar clung onto you. This was worse than any nightmare he ever had. Why did you have to go through this? Why you, of all people? One last time, he was able to hold you, and now it was time for one last goodbye. Perhaps, if god was real and benevolent, there might be the slimmest of chances Zacharie would get to meet you again in another place, in another time. When you let him go, he kept his hands on your shoulders for just another moment, eyeing you closely, taking in what he still could.

“Omnium meum amatum es. Me paenitet ut non te poteram tueri.*”

Amused, feigning annoyance, you sighed and smiled at him. “Rude! You know I don’t know Latin!”

“It’s but a saying said before a fated battle, for that the moirae may be on your side. Stay strong, I believe in your victory.”

The sadness in your eyes was but a splinter of what he felt in his heart. There were few words he really meant when talking to a customer, but everything he ever said to you was as truthful and heartfelt coming from someone focusing on repentance and survival could get. “I’m proud of you.”

For a second, your sadness and rue were replaced with confusion, unknowing where that came from or what prompted such either. Still, you took any kind words you could get from someone like Zach. With a nod, you strode off, leaving Batter a bit behind, who seemed to be keen to interrogate the merchant regarding his behaviour towards you.

As per usual, little time was wasted when it came to Batter, and he desired to satisfy his curiosities immediately: “Why are you so eager to talk to my Player?” If Zacharie hadn’t known any better he would have believed the puppet was threatening him. It didn’t matter to him anymore either way.

Putting on a smile, even underneath his mask, he knew there was no point in feigning ignorance. Besides, what miracle could happen at this point? “Worry not, my direction-dependent companion, I have no intentions with them. One last goodbye was all I had planned.” A short pause interrupted him. Was he really going to tell this to Batter of all people? “Your Player is my younger sibling, I simply wished to tell them the words I wish I had been able to say sooner. This chance was my last and only one, and with all things final, they must be memorable, for I don’t know what will happen after the Room’s purification. I must ask you to not tell them.”

“Ok. Why didn’t you tell them yourself?”

“That is simple, my friend: If I did, it would impede your mission. I have failed mine, so I would prefer if Y/N didn’t. Though, I can say that I have done what I could in assisting the both of you, therefore playing my own part. If I have done it well enough, then I won’t see either of you ever again. I say this with no malice, you were my most valued customers. Although to say your duo wasn’t more to me than that would be dishonesty. But alas, face the Queen and complete your mission. I trust that what I started will finally be brought to an end.”

“Batter, we’ve got a final battle to fight! We’re almost done!”

One last chuckle left Zacharie’s throat. “You better go, it seems they’re getting impatient.”

Even so, for just a moment, Batter stood still, disregarding your command and delaying it for another second. “...I’m sorry.” And with that, he left. For as long as he could did Zacharie watch your silhouettes, until they finally vanished when you ascended the stairs.

One shaky breath and the realisation of his entire body tensing up. Uneven breathing, the wetness on his face, and the memories of better times, when he didn’t have to worry about the world, his world, ending. C’est la vie.

And thus, everything faded to white.

When you fell out of your bed, you still felt groggy. How could you not? Looking at your phone’s clock, the time read 15:34. At least you had no responsibilities that day, a comfort, if nothing else. Just how tired were if you had slept for 17 hours? Did you dream well? You honestly couldn’t remember. There was some form of adventure involved, maybe. Ghosts and religion and weird rings, maybe. Sports too? Well, it was a dream, they’re known for being weird.

You looked around your room, it was messy since you couldn’t be bothered to clean it yesterday. Typical Friday fatigue. And yet, despite the chaos, your gaze fell upon your desk and the contents on top of it. Nothing unusual, except for a photo frame. The frame showed a picture of a young boy giving an even younger you a piggyback ride, and hanging from the frame was a baseball cap.

Why were you crying?

*You're everything I love. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

#off (game)#off x reader #zacharie x player #zacharie x reader #your requests/prompts are so good I always get so happy to see you!#but I've really been getting hit with the sibling feels as of late!#fun fact: I'm an only child wishing they had an older sibling!#so stuff like this always gets me crying and emotional quickly #mmmm I can feel the tears getting to me again so maybe I should stop #givign this so much thought #hhhh angst good and sad it's breaking my heart

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C93: It burrowed into the brain

I Have to Be a Great Villain - Masterpost

Wang Yi fights with sentient ear wax slime and S-0 tries (uselessly) to help.

(SFX: *pah*)

WY: Ahhhh it, it crawled inside!

S-0: Host! Here's some tweezers!

WY: The ear canal's too narrow, can't use that! (Get out get out get out!)

S-0: What about a straw?

WY: (slapslap) Then start sucking for me!

Slime: Where should I start eating from…

[Note: Abnormal organisms eat differently from normal life forms]

Slime: When it comes to humans…the tastiest part is still their emotions.

Slimes: Especially…when they're being tormented.

WY: AHHHHH—! (falls on knees)

S-0: What's wrong?!

WY: I, I don't know—

WY: Feels like something's touched my brain.

WY: It's like being electrocuted….ahhhhh!!!

WY: I can't tell if it hurts or feels good.

S-0: Eek! Hold on, Host, I'll definitely, right away—

WY: Ahnnnn—hurry up! (wuu~)

WY: (What's going on?)

WY: (It's like my mind's suddenly crystal clear.)

WY: (Is this slime attacking my consciousness? It's unlike any feeling I can describe in human terms—)

Slime: Hm? These memories—are so familiar…

(Ba-thump)

WY: (There's a voice?)

Slime: Could you be.. …?

WY: Who's speaking?

(S-0 hands him a rubber hose)

Slime: Hear.. …me? Ah… ..you

Slime: … …here!

Slime: Remember… …

WY: UWAHHHH—!

WY: It seems like, there's something else there. But it's all static, I can't understand—

S-0: Okay, Host, stop babbling! Hurry and suck that jelly back out!

WY: Ah? You want me…to do it myself?

S-0: Of course. Has Host ever seen a cat who can use a straw? (*Cats will leak air if they try)

WY: You damn—you can't do anything but you're a champion at pissing people off.

S-0: Do your best!

WY: (I have to be careful not to swallow it by accident) *sucks*

*sucking sucking*

Slime: !

WY: (Is it not powerful enough?) *increases sucking strength*

*SUUUUCCCCCKKKKK*

Slime: No.. …it's not enough

Slime: It's not enough ahhhh!!

WY: (?!)

WY: (It's coming!)

*SPITS*

WY: Ha—thank goodness…hah….that's dealt with.

S-0: *slams lid down*

S-0: Uh-huh, gave me a scare. I thought we'd die and exit this world right after we started our vacation.

WY: Looks like even "safe" scripts have lots of hidden dangers. We can't lower our guard.

*bangs case shut*

WY: (It assimilated the piece that broke off…no wonder it's a slime, what strong vitality.)

S-0: Huff…Host's body is all right? Shall we send this thing away?

WY: Aish, I feel fine now that it's left my ear. The other specimens might be even harder to deal with, so keep it under observation first.

S-0: That works too.

S-0: Right, just then the Gardenia in the Apocalypse world finished its run and gave us points.

WY: Oh, how were the results? A lotta points or a little?

S-0: Same as the one before, upper-middle levels.

WY: Oh oh, then what was the ending? Between Bai Mo and Qin Xian, who ended up as the city lord?

Slime: *regained a bit of energy*

S-0: The ending, hmm…

S-0: It was, "Bai Zizhi (FL's name) destroyed the Zombie Stone and then united all the lands, becoming the first ever female city lord in the Central Regions."

S-0: And then—huh!

S-0: ?

S-0: She spent a blissful, happy life with the second male lead?

WY: Hah?

WY: Then what about Qin Xian? (Where did he go?)

S-0: Qin Xian…

S-0: Qin Xian went to deal with the next zombie swarm after you died…and charged straight into the mob for the sake of saving Bai Zizhi, sacrificing his own life in the process.

WY: ….

WY: In other words, the protagonist exited the stage before the novel reached its ending?

S-0: Mhm. *nods*

WY: All right, I got it.

WY: Keep the points for me, I'm not going to buy anything now.

S-0: Kay. Call me when you need me…

S-0: Wait, Host. Where are you going?

WY: I'm drowsy.

WY: Gonna sleep for a bit.

S-0: Aye, you can definitely rest.

S-0: You need to hurry up—and extricate yourself from the memories of the last world, oh~

—

*scurry scurry*

Slime: Thank goodness.. …

Slime: Thank goodness this human is such a fool.. …

Slime: He didn't even notice that the "me" he sucked out of himself…

Slime: …was only part of the whole.

#i have to be a great villain #villain 93 #manhua translations #body horror tw #i guess? what do you call a fear of things in your ear lol

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cassarilladraws · 1 year

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Lavender Crowns

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 21: Flower Crowns Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1050 Rating: T Tags: Post-Reveal Lukadrien, Married Lukadrien, Vipernoir, Kisses Chat Noir and Viperion sat on their favorite Parisian rooftop. The view wasn’t bad, but there were better rooftops if someone was looking to see the city. This one was their favorite because of the memories they shared over the years. It was half way between the Agreste mansion and The Liberty, the logical meeting point at one time. Not that it mattered now, neither of the men lived in those places anymore. They had a home of their own that they shared.

Still, they found themselves meeting in the familiar spot out of habit. They both were not quite ready to run home just yet.

“Remember our first kiss?” Viperion reminisced.

“Hmmm….I’m not sure. Maybe you should remind me.” Chat Noir narrowed his eyes.

“Well, it was right here on this rooftop.”

“Maybe we should do a reenactment? That might help me remember.” Green eyes glinted mischievously.

Viperion leaned in slowly, acting out the nervousness he had felt that night years ago.

Chat Noir followed his lead and bumped his nose into Viperion’s awkwardly.

“See, you DO remember.” Viperion laughed and tilted his head.

Their lips met gently. Chat Noir started to press in more, but Viperion pulled back.

“Ah. It was such a short, sweet kiss.” He teased, knowing his husband would have liked more than the quick peck.

Chat Noir rolled his eyes. “Yeah…I guess it was.”

He was about to go in for a kiss that demonstrated the years they had to practice with each other, when he saw a box nearby.

“Oh! I got us something!” Chat Noir jumped up and brought the container back over.

“What’s in the box, my muse?”

Instead of answering the blonde opened it. The smell of lavender filled the air.

Viperion looked and saw the purple flowers. “You brought lavender?”

“Yeah! I saw this video where people make flower crowns! I’ve never tried it before and I thought we could try together. But then there was the fire, and saving people, and all of that kind of got me sidetracked on the way home.”

“Imagine that.”

“Anyway, back to the flower crowns.” Chat grabbed one of the flowers and looped the stem around. “So you just loop it like this, and then add another! Eventually it’s a big enough chain to go around your head.”

Clawed hands meticulously looped another flower together.

Viperion grabbed some of the lavender and started a chain of his own. “Like this?”

“Yeah! Just gotta leave enough room for the flower to fit through the loop.”

His husband’s excitement was contagious and Viperion couldn’t help but be amused at the way Chat’s tongue stuck out a bit when he focused on the next loop.

Soon enough they both had completed crowns.

Chat Noir took a little more time to adjust the flowers in a way that satisfied him.

This was the man Luka loved. Adrien wasn’t afraid to be enthusiastic. He loved trying new things. So many people held back so much, but Adrien was a free spirit. One who at one time had been restrained. But he had no reason to hold back now. He lived his life to the fullest. It’s probably why Luka and Adrien understood each other so well. Neither one was afraid of expressing themselves genuinely.

Chat Noir looked up from his flower crown. The soft gaze in his husband’s eyes made him blush despite their years together. He smiled sweetly in return. “What’s that look for?”

“Just you, being you.” Viperion lifted the one he’d been working on and placed it on Chat’s head. He was careful to not get it hung on cat ears. “I love the flower crowns. And I love how excited you get when we try something new. I love that you want to try those things with me.”

“Said like the true king of my heart. A king who needs a crown.” The blonde carefully set the flower crown he’d made on Viperion’s head. “Did you know one of the meanings of lavender is devotion?”

Their eyes met again.

"Is it, now?" Viperion leaned forward.

Chat Noir followed his lead. Until he purposefully and playfully bumped their noses together.

“I think we’ve had enough kissing experience to avoid that.” Viperion said softly.

“Oh, I thought we were reenacting the first kiss again.” Chat’s lips were inches away.

“We already did that. I want to kiss you like we’ve had some practice since then, my muse.” Viperion continued flirtatiously.

“And here I thought the flower crowns would make you just want sweet, tender kisses.” Chat Noir teased returning the favor from earlier. "Like our first kiss, when we felt that spark. It was magical."

"That spark became a burning flame a long, long time ago. It's still just as magical." Viperion's voice was dripping with adoration. He pulled back a few inches so Chat Noir could see his face. An eyebrow raised under his mask. “You really think I’m opposed to making out with my husband while he’s wearing a flower crown?”

Chat Noir hummed and fluttered his lashes knowingly. “Are you, m’love?”

The blonde laughed as his husband grabbed him by the bell and pulled him close. Lips crashed together passionately. The aroma of lavender surrounded them. It wasn't long before a purr rumbled in the feline hero’s chest. Viperion’s arms wrapped around Chat Noir tightly. His husband loved the contact with their kisses. Chat’s hands became lost in his love’s long blue tresses. Claws carefully scratched at his beloved's favorite spots. They moved in harmony with each other, a well practiced duet that flowed beautifully. The world around them faded away as the fire of their devotion consumed them.

Viperion was right. The spark had grown into a flame. It was just as magical, though the years of practice had certainly paid off.

When their lips finally parted Chat Noir let out a content sigh. His eyes drifted in the direction of the mansion that was once his prison. "I remember when we had to go our separate ways after kissing each other goodnight."

His husband grabbed one of his hands and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. "Let's go home, my muse."

"Together." Chat Noir placed a soft, gentle kiss on Viperion's lips.

"Together." Viperion smiled.

#Lukadrien #Miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #Chat Noir #Viperion #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Adrien and Luka #fluffuary2023 #Prompt 21: Flower Crowns #Cassarilla writes #Lukadrien Fluffuary

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Hi there! I know that this is really out of the blue but im asking for a favor or some help w/ my cats current medical needs. Please if you have an extra time to boost/share it for us so that we could get some traction or it could reach more people, it would definitely help a ton! I understand if its not okay, Im so sorry for taking some of your time and I wish you to be safe and healthy always, xx.(Please considering answering my ask privately or probably hit me a msg if its fine! 😭🙏

This person is holding my dying cat hostage.

Hello, people of Tumblr. I am afraid I am in dire straights. (which is funny, because I am a queer person. I'm sure some of you can relate ;)

This person is holding my dying cat hostage and sending me messages to taunt me.

I, a blogger, need money from you. I'm sure you have questions like "Why do you need money?"/"What's the money for?"/"Are you just lying for money?"/"Why can't people who actually know you help you?"/"This isn't just for you to amass personal wealth at the expense of others, right?"/"Is this someone else's fundraiser you found on facebook, and you're using the pictures to scam?"

And I can answer these questions- me personally. Don't ask around. Don't search my name in the search bar. What, you don't trust me? I came to you, with my dying cat, and you want to RUN A BACKGROUND CHECK? Shame on you!!!

This person is holding my dying cat ransom. They want one thousand dollars. You are a bad person if you do not help me come up with the money.

This individual entered my house for a "grindr hookup", and absconded with my cat. My cat has feline autism (as diagnosed by my chiropractor, message for receipts). In order to stay calm, he needs to sit with me as I smoke weed, and inhale the secondhand smoke. I am devastated. I do not know how long it has been since Jim Cummings (not the actor. that's my cat's name. after Catdog. The cat half. Of Catdog.) has been able to inhale smoke particles, and it's the only thing that keeps him from attacking furniture. If I cannot secure the safe return of Jim Cummings, he will go into one of his "feral rages", and I fear for both the safety of my little kitty, and for those who are holding him ransom.

IF I WANT TO SEE MY SWEET LITTLE KITTY AGAIN, I NEED TO RAISE ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS

If you call me an "unreliable narrator of my own experience" I will fucking block you, and put you on a list of people who hate poor queers. If you call me a scammer, I'll sue for slander and/or libel.

SEND ME MONEY RIGHT NOW. OR MY CAT WILL DIE IN AGONY.

Here is a picture of Daddy's little angel!!! He's a little grumpy here, because it's been too long since he's had a smoke break. God, I hope he's okay right now 😿

This is our generation's Lindbergh Baby!!! We have to save him before it's too late!

don't tag this as anything that might alert staff to my scam Tumblr is know to hide donation posts, so please, share this, but, do your best to only show this to the gullible be careful. I want money, not advice. Any advice you have, I know I've already tried. You don't know my circumstances, and I don't want you to! I want money, hand over fist. message me for receipts.

#my art

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Good morning Bridgy, although I guess it's more like night on your end. Could I possibly, maybem remotely, pretty please have some more of Blind!Weiss? Yes? No? Maybe my cat? Okay then...

Weiss gently ran her thumb across the cloth grip of her cane as she listened to Yang grumble about her knee. “That’s what you get for taking my cane.”

“Noted, never take your cane…” Yang sighed and started to look over the menu of the cafe. “You do understand what you’ve done, right?”

“I understand exactly what I said. What I dont get is why you trust that criminal.”

“Because she’s our teammate and we have no proof that she’s done anything wrong.”

Weiss closed her eyes and lowered her hand down her cane, almost as if she had been looking for something. Her voice trembled as she spoke even as she tried to hide her true emotions. “The White Fang… were the ones who took my sight away. My father managed to get the news to play it all down, but… there was an attempt on our lives when I was younger. I’m not an idiot, I know what my father has done with the company hasnt been… great, and I know his treatment of faunus is less than ideal, but I live in fear every day that someone’s going to finish the job that they started.”

Yang lowered her menu and looked at Weiss. “What did they do?”

“I was five when the manor was attacked. A group of White Fang made it onto the grounds and planted firebombs around the property. I… had snuck out of my room to see Winter and I stumbled across them.” Weiss’s hands had begun to shake as she found Winter’s and Klein’s names etched into her cane and gently ran her fingers over them to calm herself. “I froze and couldnt move. One of them used a semblance on me and kept me still while another came at me with a knife. Winter found me and saved me. One of them panicked and threw a dust crystal and shot it. Once the explosion was over, the room was cold as ice and I couldnt see anymore. All I really remember from that day was my head hurting and Winter holding me close and whispering that she was sorry she didnt protect me better.”

Yang went quiet as she started to understand what Weiss had gone through. “And… that’s what started the hate, wasnt it?”

Weiss nodded and took a few deep breaths to stop her shaking. Once she was calm enough, she picked up the menu and started to run her fingers over the braille next to each item. “After that, things got worse. Trains and other shipments were attacked and hijacked, board members, family, and friends started to disappear. Father grew angrier and when he’d come home, he’d… show me his anger.”

“Sounds more like he abused you.” Yang sighed and motioned to her eye. “The uh… scar you have. Was that from the White Fang too?”

Weiss paused for a moment and ran her finger down the scar that still stung. “N-no, that one was my fault. A uh… training accident.”

“Just a training accident?”

Weiss nodded and went quiet as she finished running her fingers over the menu and figured out what she wanted. After a few silent moments, she finally spoke again. “Why do you care about all of this?”

“Because I care about Ruby and I know she cares about what you think about her.” Yang leaned back a bit in her chair and sighed as she looked up at the clouds in the sky. “She was accepted here two years early and made leader of our team. Do you understand the kind of pressure she feels like she’s under? And on top of that, you havent exactly made things easy for her. You argue with her all the time, even when you try to help her with her studies. And now you’re fighting with Blake, which means she’ll feel even worse being around you.”

“I dont hate her, I just think she needs to-” she paused as she felt the ground shake and heard a faint explosion in the distance. “What was that?”

Yang turned around and let out a heavy sigh as she saw smoke rising from the docks. “Something tells me Ruby and Blake might be in trouble.”

Weiss stood up and started to press her aura out so she could see the people around her as she started to walk in the direction Yang was looking. “Lead the way and lets go get them.”

Yang smirked and got up after her. “You’re going to help Blake willingly?”

“Dont get any ideas about it, I’m only doing this because maybe… you have a point. I dont know if she is a criminal and I should… maybe… hear her out first.”

#rwby #drabbles #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blind weiss redux au #blind weiss redux

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Bee from The Fauna Foundation in Malibu, California

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2nd update April 2022-BEE has had a set back. He's still a warrior though. BEE was diagnosed with Calicivirus. Most likely he's had Calici all along however it was dormant. Poor BEE, he's been struggling on and off with so many issues. we fear this newest issue is hard on his tiny body. Think good thoughts for BEE while try to do what we can get him stronger once again. Update April 2022 ~ BEE is an interesting character, a wise old man. BEE had another dental cleaning and three more extractions. He is back on prednisone. After finishing a round of antibiotics he continues to have some wheezing. He was taken for a mouth swab in hopes we get a handle on what is causing him to wheeze. BEE's appetite is off and on. He hasn't lost weight which is good. BEE lost his roommate Samantha. She was a beautiful tabby, about 16 years old or so. She was with BEE for only a very short time, however there isn't a rule for falling in love and BEE loved her. See Fauna's facebook page or email us for photos, your heart will melt. BEE is still available for adoption or fostering. PS: we just celebrated the one year anniversary of BEE being rescued from death row at the shelter! WAY TO GO BEE!! Update Jan 2022- A thank you to the people who have sent a little love BEE's way. All of the donations you send to sponsor BEE go 100% towards his care. If you want to send your email address to : [email protected] I'd be happy to send you updates about BEE on a regular basis. A sponsorship donation comes in for BEE we'd truly like to acknowledge your gift. He's a special boy and we are overwhelmed by the support for BEE. Kind words and thoughts are what truly makes a difference. Photo update- changed out one of the photos to show BEE after a bath! He actually loves getting a bath and is always spunky and energetic afterwards. BEE, he knows exactly what he wants! The other day he decided he'll now let his foster mom know exactly where to pet him, he gently tapped her hand when she stopped petting his head and was petting his body, he then meowed his order-"start petting my head again!" BEE LOVES to be combed or brushed. He's a mighty strong PURR monster. We can see he's getting older, he's still fighting-some days he'll eat 2 1/2 5 oz cans of food, or more! With BEE there is always something new happening, we now think he might have a chicken allergy-to avoid another vet visit-he doesn't like going but once he's there he's as good as gold-we've started focusing on beef as his protein source. We know that seafood causes BEE tummy upsets. Chicken might be a problem or he was having an off day. BEE's foster mom works from home so BEE gets a lot of attention, he's happy to be an office supervisor. BEE is still available for adoption or long-term foster to the right home. UPDATE: if you've been following BEE, you might be interested to know BEE did have a teeth cleaning and three extractions, all of this was preformed under light sedation. BEE is very elderly and faces a few challenges health wise so we are taking a very conservative approach to his teeth/mouth issues. We are putting BEE back on metronidazole. Currently he's become picky about his food. One day only baby food, then he'll eat only kitten food for several days, then prescription food, then only Fancy Feast Chicken and Liver pate. That guy!! He just keeps us guessing. BEE!!! He's an amazing cat. Very friendly and super relaxed. He only wants to sit in your lap and get loves. Bee was rescued 15 minutes before he was scheduled to be euthanized at a local shelter. Something about this guy pulled at our heartstrings and we raced off to save him. And we haven't regretted for a minute coming to his rescue. Bee was suffering from chronic diarrhea, vomiting, lethargy and breathing problems. His initial exams with our vets indicate he has inflamed intestines,some dental/mouth issues and possibly some skin issues, however the inflammation has decreased since he's been in our care. Due to the medication he's on Bee no longer is vomiting and his bowel movements are now normal. Bee's blood has come back pretty good- no diabetes, no kidney disease. However he does have high globulin , might be due to his bad teeth. We hope once his bad teeth are removed his next blood panel will show excellent results. Bee LOVES attention, he likes to sit or lay in your lap and get lots of loves. He's an explorer. Bee likes long naps. Bee has meet other kitties in his foster home and hasn't shown any aggressive behavior-simply curiosity. BEE loves to play with toys, more than anything BEE loves attention! He has hearty appetite as well. We'd love a foster or adopter who would be able to keep on top of Bee's treatment plan. The love he still has to give is so worth the effort. When we took Bee in he was in terrible shape, however he has a warrior spirit and has been working on getting healthier and stronger day by day. He continues to surprise us with the beast within him that just wants to live a normal cat life. PS: he loves to lay in the sun so if you have a room which receives a lot of sun during day, especially a wide swath where BEE could have a bed or blanket and enjoy the warmth, we know BEE would be very content.

#cats #california #malibu #adoption #adoptnotshop

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hussyknee · 2 years

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Really struggling with self-hate. Intellectually I know this is due to anxiety and stress, and the past month has been pure chaos trying to look after Garfield.

Garfield is my neighbor's cat. Well, not anymore. He's mine now. He was sick as shit and they still weren't looking after him properly, hand-wringing over everything from lack of experience with cats to the fuel crisis. Certainly were quite happy to palm him off on me, because "he's not really ours, you know, he's a stray that found us a few years ago and the kid got fond of him". By the time I got him to the vet he was half-dead from...well, everything. He had cat flu, filaria, a tick fever that had burned through so many red blood cells it couldn't raise a temperature anymore, kidney damage and so dehydrated the needle could barely pierce his skin. I have no idea how he's alive. Well, I do, it's because he's a very tenacious little kitty and I took him to the clinic every day for a week for IVs, and kept him in my room and nursed him till I exhausted myself into an IBD flare. He relapsed twice. Then last week he seemed to have recovered enough that I was the sicker one, but then this week he started getting acute kidney failure, so we're back at the daily vet treatments.

I raised money for him on Twitter and some wonderful people sent enough to cover his medical bills, but the transport and food costs alone burned through all my money. I've been too exhausted and stressed to track my expenses or do my accounts, I flat broke by the beginning of the week and have had to ask my therapist for pro bono sessions from her clinic.

She's been a godsend, being a cat-lover herself, but also I might have alarmed her somewhat. Like, the whole reason I sought her out was because. Well, it was a last ditch effort really. The country situation and me going off my ADHD meds last month because I couldn't afford them didn't help (uh, protip: do not do that. Even if they're non-stimulants, like mine), but at one point I had made up my mind that if Garfield died it would be A Sign from the universe. Also when she asked me to check myself into a hospital if I felt like I couldn't trust myself, I was puzzled and said "why would I kill myself on impulse, it'll take weeks to get everything together if I was going to, I don't want to end up a vegetable". Which wasn't reassuring apparently? Neither was "Anyway, I can't top myself, Garfield is still sick." 😬

I'm still not sure what was so off about those responses, they still make sense to me. But my therapist wanted to set up a protocol and figure out avenues of physical support. Unfortunately, my family is estranged, only 3 of my closest friends live anywhere near me, and they're all also up shit creek. One of their mothers died a few days ago and I still haven't been able to visit. She's been so understanding and sweet about it, but when I tell you I feel like a shitheel.

I just. I don't know anymore. Gar's eating and drinking and the only outward sign that he's sick is the increased lethargy and sneezing. But his respiratory infection just isn't going away. As long as that persists, his kidneys can't get better, but giving him antibiotics for so long isn't doing them any favours either.

I'm using up all my energy caring for him but I don't see an end to it. My neighbors haven't been answering my messages, and anyway I'm damned if I trust them to look after him again. I tried so hard to find a caregiver for him while I was sick earlier this month, the tweeps sent even more money to offer one, but I couldn't.

In many wayos, caring for Garfield saved me from the black pit of despair I fell into after the protests unravelled. But now I feel so trapped. I haven't seen my doggos (they're with my ex) since June. I miss my other kitty cat (he's Mum's, but again I'm the only one who does more than coo at him). I miss having a life. My room and bathroom stink, and everything is chaos. I haven't sat down at my own desk in a month. And I'm still so scared this will all be for nothing and he'll die. I'm scared I'll have to make the choice to let him go. I refused to give up on my baby doggo boy two years ago, and as a result, instead of going peacefully in his sleep, I had to watch him go into acidosis and listen to his death rattle for an hour before the vet could get to us and sedate him through the final stretch. I will never let my selfishness do that to another animal. But I don't know if I'll survive having to let Gar slip away in my arms, after all these weeks of listening to his every breath. That still feels like it would be the tipping point.

I can't shake the idea that he would have recovered so much better and faster in someone else's hands. Someone healthy and abled and competent. Someone whose best efforts aren't so poor, pitiful and inadequate as mine. Everyone in my life deserves so much better than me.

#tw suicide ideation #depression #cw pet death #tw pet illness #cw animal neglect #knee of huss

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 2 years

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TROPED Chapters: Round 1 — Fics + Voting Link!

Welcome to the voting for Round One of our TROPED Chapters Event!! We got EIGHT (8!!!) incredible fics for this event, and we are so excited to see where our authors take these amazing stories in the upcoming rounds! We hope you have enjoyed this first round as much as we have!

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting ends June 14th at 11:59pm EST! Winners announced June 15th!!

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come morning light - the war outside our door keeps raging on (Rated M) [Chronicles of Narnia - Susan/Caspian]

Seven years ago, Susan and her siblings were sent away from a war to the safety of the country side only to be thrust into another war. As the years wear on, their soldiers return from battle fewer and fewer in number, and the graves multiply overnight. Running out of options and manpower, their last chance is proposing an alliance with the King of Telmar, a kingdom seemly just barely allied with the Witch and itching to get out from under her power. Susan walks into the meeting with the King with Edmund at her side and little hope left in her heart, and leaves with an alliance that could turn the tide of the war - and a husband.

wishing on city lights - Chapter 1 (Not Rated) [Spider-Man - Mechelle Jones/Peter Parker]

Peter loves the city lights. Loves his work at the law firm, loves his best friend Ned, loves dancing. And he might love that girl with ink-stained fingertips and fire in her steps. Michelle loves dancing too, although she would never tell. She loves rainy days in her small apartment and hearing secrets in the halls of Brant Enterprises. She most certainly doesn't love the young lawyer with eyes like copper and honey. But life amid flapper girls and mafia bars isn't easy, and when your millionare best friends get engaged and the dance floor is small, a girl with fire in her heart and a boy with care in his hands might get along after all.

Waiting On The Winds Of Change To Blow - save your love and buy me diamonds (Rated T) [Emelan - Briar Moss & Sandrilene fa Toren]

Briar was taken in from the streets of Summersea by Duke Vedris and raised to hold a position in his household. He's been given many honours and opportunities, and now his match to a wealthy merchant's daughter will give him money and connections as well. He's grateful, really he is. But sometimes he wonders if it's really what he wants. “Is something the matter, Briar?” Sandry asked. Briar sighed. “No, it’s nothing, I just…” He trailed off, not sure how to explain it without sounding ungrateful. Sandry studied him for a moment. “Are you nervous?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have expected it of you; you’re always so confident – but this is a significant moment for you.” “I suppose I am,” Briar said slowly. Nervous wasn’t exactly how he’d describe it, but he could work with it. “I just… wasn’t expecting this. Marriage was never really something I considered for myself – given my upbringing, you know.”

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of - The Exiled Prince (Rated M) [The 100 - Raven/Roan]

A decade ago, Roan was exiled from the Kingdom of Azgeda when his brother, Rapier, ascended to the throne. Roan travelled to the other side of the ocean aboard his ship, the Exiled Prince, and took on a new life as the Captain of his own pirate vessel. For ten years, Roan was content. However when his beloved brother is lost, Roan is faced with unexpected choices, the weight of obligations and the presence of the woman who broke his heart as he returns to Azgeda and reclaims the throne.

With Your Name In My Throat - Chapter 1 (Rated M) [The 100 - Lexa/Clarke]

Lexa is content in her life just the way it is, until a so called "perfect match" on her friend's matchmaking service promises to help the people she cares most about in the world. The only catch is she has to marry a perfect stranger. But Lexa can do just about anything, if it helps her friends, and there's no way she will fall in love. Right?

Even Boulders - you're the king, baby, i'm your queen (Rated T) [The 100 - Bellamy & Clarke (+ Surprising Pairing!)]

As queen of the island country Populise, Clarke always knew she would have to marry someday to continue the royal line. However, she had at least expected to be able to choose her own spouse. Instead, her royal advisors have chosen one for her. And somehow, that's the least complicated part of the situation.

Dragons and Alicorns and Political Weddings - Chapter 1 (Rated T) [My Little Pony - Princess Ember/Twilight Sparkle]

In order to better relations with the Dragon Lands, Twilight has been arranged to marry the current dragon lord, Ember. With her friends by her side, she's excited for the big day, even if she's nervous at the prospect of not meeting her fiancee yet. When she finally does, things seem to go well, spurning on her excitement. At least, going well for now.

The Wedding Planet - Chapter 1 (Rated T) [The 100 - Octavia/Clarke]

Bounty hunter Octavia Blake has chased her latest prey, Josephine Lightbourne, all the way to the second moon of Arkadia--the last place she'd expect Josie it be, and the last place Octavia wants to visit--ARK-1002014: The Wedding Planet. There, Clarke Griffin arranges beautiful destination weddings for people from all over the galaxy, every detail provided for, right down to the spouse. Her AI-driven system has turned the ancient art of matchmaking into a commercialized, mechanized, streamlined, and extremely successful, enterprise. Octavia's already found and lost the great love of her life. She's not looking to love again. But an accident, a chance meeting, and a high-stakes bet change all of her plans. Now she'll either find her match, or spend years of her life providing fairy tales for others, while she proves that chemistry, passion, and spark can never be forced into being by a machine.

#TROPED Chapters #troped: chapters #troped chapters: round 1 #round 1: chapters

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