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mojofun · 4 years

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Not My Type (Sirius Black x Reader)

Hello earthlings :) This is an entry for This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the wonderful @obsessedwithrandomthings for getting 500 followers; congrats again :) The prompt I chose this time was <<You look so good in my shirt>>. I can just imagine our dear Sirius using lame one-liners when flirting with girls, and this is the result. P.S. I’ve been listening to Motionless in White lately, so this thing is packed with lyrics references. Besides, Sirius looks like the kind of guy who would totally dig that style of music so I thought “why not?” I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07

<<Remus?>>

No answer

<<Remus. Remus Lupin>>

Still silence

<<Remus John Lupin>>

Still no reply

<<Moony. Moony, Moony, Moony->>

<<WHAT?!>> The taller Marauder ultimately snapped, turning to glare at his bespectacled friend; said friend acted like nothing happened, simply holding up a slip of paper

<<Do you think Lily will like it?>>

Sighing, Remus gave the poem a skim before rolling his eyes

<<Won’t you give the poor girl a moment of reprieve, James?>>

<<Cmon, help a friend in need!>>

<<Why me?>>

<<You always has a way with words>>

A snort came from the opposite side of the room

<<And yet, he still got no date>>

Remus scowled

<<Prongs, why don’t you ask Padfoot then? Merlin knows Y/N loves his idiotic pickup lines>>

Sirius acknowledged the hit, rising from his bed and walking toward his two mates with a strut. Once there, he took James’s poem and read it, nodding in approval

<<Go for it, pal>>

<<What about you, oh great master of poetry?>> Moony teased, still miffed about Sirius’s jab <<How will you annoy your muse today?>>

The shorter male chuckled, smirking mischievously

<<Don’t worry, Moony. I’m very well-prepared>>

<<That’s exactly what worries me>>

_______

<<Y/N! Y/N!>>

Sirius greeted the H/C girl who’d just walked in the class with her friends. As soon as she saw him, she groaned

<<Oh no>>

<<Come sit by me!>>

Another H/N patted her back soothingly while she face-palmed

<>

<<Oh love, come on! You don’t need to be afraid of me!>>

<<I’m not scared: now that I think about it, you look like my boggart after I’ve cast Riddiculus>> The female deadpanned.

Sirius was stumped.

Beside him, Janes cackled

<<Your girl’s got sass, Padfoot>>

The other guy could only nod, watching as his crush took a seat as far as possible from him- or tried to: thanks to his distraction, all the other spots were occupied.

That meant she was sitting in the next desk.

Y/N hoped that she’d successfully quelled the Gryffindor’s idiotic onslaught.

Well, she did... Just for a little while though

<<Such a sharp tongue for someone so pretty, doll>>

<> The girl countered, glaring at him <<Do not tempt me>>

<> He cackled

<<Yes, my killing instincts are very strong right now>>

The quaint theatre was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, who immediately gave dispositions for the class

<<Very well. Today, you will work in pairs>>

The sentence every student dreaded, especially poor Y/N.

It seemed luck was not on her side that day because, when the professor announced her partner, she was faced with a smug Sirius, grinning from ear to ear

<<You know, my therapist says I’m afraid of commitment. Wanna help me prove em wrong?>>

<<Interesting. I’ve never wanted to commit more>>

<<Really?>>

<<Yes; a murder>> The E/C-eyed student walked away from him, heading toward the fire crab the professor had assigned them

<<Ready to give up, Padfoot?>>

<<Never>>

<> Remus commented

<<She’s made of fire, but I can handle it. And no, James; I’m not talking about the crab>>

_______

<<No no no no. Stop right there>>

<<What?>>

<<You need to chop those before feeding the crab>>

<<Oh>>

<<Give them to me>>

Sirius nodded, handing her the food and watching her cut it, slowly and precisely

<<Where have you been all my life?>>

<<Hiding from you>> Y/N replied coolly.

The boy cackled

<<You’re smart, funny, pretty, and you’ve got an insane amount of sass. You’re everything I’m looking for in a girl>>

<<Wow, I’m so lucky>>

It would have been impossible to ignore the sarcasm lacing her words, but Sirius didn’t acknowledge it

<<Would you want to go watch a movie with me this weekend?>>

<<I’ve already seen it>>

<<How can you know?>>

<<You’re asking me out again: I’ve already lived this horror enough to last me a lifetime>>

The older Black brother laughed, shaking his head in amusement

<<Alright, let me try again>>

<<Please no>>

<<Can I take you out on Saturday?>>

<<Sorry, I’m having a headache this weekend>>

<<What?>>

<<Leftovers from the one you’re giving me now>>

But you->>

<<Bitch you’d give a fucking aspirin a headache>> She growled.

Once again, Sirius was at a loss for words. Not only had Y/N just used two swear words in a sentence, but he knew he’d already heard those words somewhere...

<<Wait a second. You listen to Motionless In White?>>

He cried out. The female snorted

<<Are you kidding me? They’re one of my favourite bands>>

<>

Finally, the tension between them seemed to dissipate. Finally, Sirius’s smile was not a smug grin but a real, happy smile.

Finally, Y/N smiled genuinely back at him.

How cliché would it be to say that they felt like they were the only ones in the world at the moment?

(Fire crab aside)

And yet, that exactly how they felt.

It was so exhilarating that Sirius just had to try again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<> The girl chuckled, prompting him to continue <<but I’m here to stay, forever and always>>

She laughed more. It was not sarcastic or mirthless but a true, joyous laugh

<<You know, you’re not so bad once I get past the smug act>>

<>

<<You’re probably right, but don’t get ahead of yourself. My killing instinct are not raging right now: let’s keep it that way, shall we?>>

<<I’m ready to bleed to make amends>> He joked. The young woman cachinnated, shoving him playfully

<<You idiot. You’re making it hard not to like you>>

<<That was my objective>>

<<Continue on this road and you might just achieve it>>

<>

Y/N cackled one more time, shaking her head in amusement.

It was an incredibly welcome turn of events.

_______

Later that day, the two students sat together for lunch in the Great Hall, discussing anything that came to mind. Mostly their favourite bands.

The more they found out they had similar tastes the more engaged they became.

It was quite a sight. It surely left Remus and James gobsmacked: they would have never thought Y/N would actually want to be with Sirius. Didn’t he annoy her as much as James did Lily, with his dumb pickup lines?

Apparently not.

Their surprise grew even more when their friend suddenly asked her on a date- nothing new there.

They’d enjoyed endless attempts by Padfoot to win the heart of the smart and beautiful H/N.

Her answer, on the other hand, was something entirely unexpected

<<Yes, Sirius: I will go on a date with you>>

The black-haired Marauder offered her a huge smile, making her laugh

<<Thank you, darling. You won’t regret it>>

<>

<<I’ll even make sure the place I take you to has sharp knives, so you’ll know what to do if I get too annoying, alright?>>

The girl laughed so hard that tears fell from her eyes

<<You’re an idiot>>

<<Duly noted. But doesn’t this idiot deserve a kiss?>>

Remus and James half expected Y/N’s smile to turn into a frown, and for her to smack him in the face.

Instead, against all odds, she giggled and pulled him closer, pecking his cheek

<> Sirius beamed. Y/N snorted

<<Not entirely: you’re still an idiot>>

_______

Idiot or not, the date went so well that they went on a second one, and a third, a fourth... And so on, until they officially became a couple.

Which meant Remus, James and Peter had to deal with their best friend and his girlfriend sucking faces and being all lovey-dovey- though they were sure those two only did it to piss them off.

Well, they’d learnt how to deal with it, as long as it was just holding hands and kissing- making out, actually.

But none of them was ready to find the two of them in bed together in their dorm room

<<What the->>

<<Ah!>> Y/N startled, waking Sirius

<<For crying out loud, guys, won’t you ever knock?>>

The poor friends just stood there, red in the faces while Padfoot rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

Once he’d had enough, he shouted

<<Well, why are you still standing there? Get out, we need to change!>>

Not even Death-Eaters after them would have made the three boys run so fast.

The female chuckled, standing up and smoothing our her boyfriend’s shirt that she was wearing like a dress.

The boy in question stared at her adoringly, pulling her closer

<<You look so good in my shirt>>

He fully expected her to blush, but she smirked and replied cheekily

<>

The wink that came immediately after threw him for a loop

<<Y/N...>>

<<Yes, dear?>>

<<... That’s such a lame pickup line>>

<<Yeah... I stole the idea from you, along with your shirt>>

<<And my heart>> Sirius played along

<<... Just like that, the lame throne is yours again>>

<<But that makes you the queen of lame>> He pointed out.

She didn’t know what to reply to that, so she swatted him on the chest.

He gasped in horror

<<You said you’d never hurt me>>

His joke made her laugh.

When she calmed down enough, she teased

<<You’d still give a fucking aspirin a headache>>

<<Oh, are you an aspirin?>> For old times’ sake, he decided to throw in another lame pickup line <<I’d love to take you every 4-6 hours>>

<<Isn’t that too much for you?>> She teased. He chuckled and pulled her in his lap, pecking her cheek

<<You are too much for me, but I’m never letting you go>>

Despite the light atmosphere, those words held a promise of forever, and they both wanted that.

Their lips met and their hands held the other close.

Once again, as cliché as it may sound, they felt like the only two people in the world

___Extra____

Outside the door Remus, James and Peter stood still, looking at each other in confusion and embarrassment

<<How long do you think it will take?>>

<<Well, Wormtail, I don’t know much about Padfoot’s prowess in bed but->>

<<I’m not talking about that, James>> The shorter Marauder spluttered.

Remus sighed

<<That was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. And that’s saying something, taking into account I hang out with you three>>

James cackled

<<Oh, Moony, you wouldn’t->>

<> Peter piped up again

<<What would that be?>>

<<Why are we still standing here?>>

<<Oh, right. We should come back later>>

<<Better yet, let’s change our house>> Remus groused <<Merlin knows I’m never going back there>>

After some silence, James spoke again

<<Hey, Moony, do you think if I used those pickup lines on Lily, she would->>

Professor McGonagall spent the whole day wondering if the incredibly loud sound she heard in the morning was actually a scream, and where it had come from

#dees500challenge #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black imagine

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sadienita · 4 years

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My Friends as an Idol Group

So instead of writing real stuff I... did this. This is dumb and I’m gonna tag you all but like if this is boring don’t worry you don’t have to read it. I was bored at work and I started thinking about this and then it got really carried away. So anyway, this is 11 of my friends online here and what they would be like as an idol group I promise I am writing things I really am.

I’m just gonna put everything under the cut cuz this got way too long.

@shaylee-summerss-stuff

The oldest

Lead Dancer

Vocalist

Big sister of the group

Takes care of everyone

And they never stop teasing her

She can't catch a break

The curse of being the oldest

Also known for being cute

Fake maknae

Always has to do aegyo on variety shows and the rest of the group swoons

Even if it’s a little embarrassing

It’s absolutely precious

Has this quiet intellectual side that the fans don't always see

But when they do they really appreciate it

Very thoughtful

Very smart

Also so supportive

A lot of the members come to her when they need to talk

Everyone appreciates her so much

@cheesekimpup

Lead Vocalist

One of the group’s composers

As time goes on she has more and more composition and songwriting credits and her songs are b o p s

Grandpa of the group

I'm only half kidding

Cares about the rest of the members to death

Wants to take care of them

Also wants to sleep

Pls let her sleep

Definielty tells them the same story five times

Has said “back in my day” to the younger members

Makes stuff for the others

Gives them cute gifts

She made each of them a playlist and they all love their respective playlists

Has late night life chats with the members

So cuddly with them

A ray of sunshine

She cheers on everything that the members do and is always so happy for them

A pure cinnamon roll

@byeolbitsky

Lead rapper

Dancer

The wild child

So so chaotic

Literally so much fun on variety shows

A chaotic queen

Always so much fun to be around

Also talkative

She has so much to say and will speak her mind

Much to the company's chagrin

Doesn’t get embarrassed easily so is the most fun for challenges

She loves the others

But she will sell them all out for tasty snacks

Good food is a good motivator and hey it makes for a funnier show so it’s a win-win

Has a quiet side fans don't get to see much

But she is super caring

Her members are like family and she wants to take care of them

Will be blunt with them but always tries to be helpful

And they appreciate that she won’t sugar coat stuff too much

And will tell them what needs to be said

@gamerwoo

Lead vocalist

Sub-rapper

Songwriter

Always worried her songs won’t be any good

They are always fantastic

Lowkey queen of duality

Like when she's on stage her aura alone could kill you

And her gaze during photo shoots

She looks so intimidating when she’s intense

But she's actually the softest, shyest bean

Loves when the stylists put her in cozy sweaters

Just loves being cozy

Gets flustered easily

A lot of fun to watch in variety shows because she gets flustered and the others tease her

They make her do aegyo a lot and she dies a little on the inside every time

But everyone else loves it soooo

Can’t catch a break part 2

The others will tease and prank her just for the fun of it

She would stay made but she loves them

She really does have the biggest heart

@minghaoss

Main Rapper

Dancer

Songwriter

So sophisticated

And so intelligent

But also not afraid to speak her mind

Doesn’t let hateful comments get to her

Tells the fans to focus on being the best versions of themselves

And to be kind and open minded with each other

Man you really would be the Minghao of the group

Was the first to break out of the image the company told her to have

Knows what she’s interested in and cares about

And wants to express that

Even if it doesn’t fit her “image”

The fans love that they get to know who she really is

A little sassy

But also so loving

Will roast a member

And then immediately compliment them

So touched when the members or fans do stuff for her

She’s really soft from all the love she gets you guys

@thetypingpup

Leader

Main Dancer

Vocalist

Sub-rapper

Creates a large amount of the group’s choreo as well as participating in song writing

Killer stage presence

Very talented, hard working, and smart

Only her members truly understand how much she really does for the group

Not afraid to argue with the company and attends all the meeting about them

Her members and their well being comes first

Very outspoken and willing to speak her mind as well

She has a lot to say and a lot of interests and loves sitting and chatting with fans about them

Works herself too hard

Deserves a break

Also tries to take care of everyone

Has one of the biggest hearts ever

@bybangmin

Main Vocalist

Dancer

Songwriter and composer

The groups power vocals right here

Shocks everyone with such a deep voice coming from such a small bean

Also her d u a l i t y

Like a master of girl crush and badass

Everyone is whipped for her

But also so cute

Can easily make everyone’s heart flutter

They have made her do aegyo

She hates it and it’s embarrassing

But it’s also so so cute

Just reminds herself it’s for the fans

Can be quiet at times

But comes out of her shell more and more over time

She’s got some sass

Doesn’t want to sass anyone too much

But will roast the other members

Also a total sweetheart though

Cares about everyone

Always there to listen if you need help

Full of love

@bootyful-seventeen

Lead Vocalist

The grandma of the group

Makes people food

Takes care of them

Wants to rest but will listen to any of them talk about what they’re excited about

Also a whole meme

The one who texts the gc with memes at 3am

Has the most memey pictures of her floating around

Wants to tell dispatch fakes facts about herself just to mess with them

Sky thinks it’s a good idea

Self proclaimed bimbo

Which she brings up every time she doesn’t understand something for a game

Or breaks anything

The fans only call her that because she doesn’t it so much

But they’re so endeared to her

They love her to bits

She’s good to all of her members

Cares about them a lot and always brightens the mood

And if she can’t brighten it she’ll make it weird

Either way it always helps

@svt-mangos

Lead dancer

Has lots of choreo ideas

And slowly starts to help create group choreos more and more

And they’re bomb y’all

A mature bean even if they’re one of the youngest

Can keep a level head

And organize things well

Likes to watch the chaos

Sometimes joins in the chaos

It’s fun and when the others get up to hyjinx

How could you not join in?

Has a cool yet somfy style

But is soft

Loves the other with their whole heart

Thoughtful and creative

Lowkey good at aegyo

But gets really flustered doing it

They others keep saying how much the fans love aegyo until they give in an do it

The members will squeal and scream

The whole ordeal is worth it

Smart and excitable

Loves to share their interests

Loves to hear about other people’s interests

Basically pure sunshine

@curanonemu

Lead Rapper

Sub-vocalist

Songwriter

Gives off a really cool aura on stage

But don’t let it fool you

She’s soft on the inside

Denies it but it’s true

She’s actually precious and that’s a fact

The little shit of the group

The only reason this group doesn’t have a serious case of “maknae on top” syndrome

Loves to tease and prank the other members

Mostly Berry

A lot of the time

But is not above pranking the older members

Thinks it’s funny to tease the others

Won’t ever let them live stuff down

Will roast them

Will probably get roasted but doesn’t care it’s worth it

Very creative

Has lots of ideas about the music and the concepts

And loves getting to voice those ideas

Is thoughtful and can be level headed but can also be very excitable

Precious

@berrynx

Maknae

Lead Rapper

Dancer

Has a very cool style

Killer stage presence and tbh owns every era

Still can’t catch a break

Gets teased a lot

The others won’t let them live

They get flustered too easy

They get called cute and sweet a lot

Get babied by the whole group

Everyone loves to take care of them

The curse of having ten older siblings

Tbh everyone is actually around their finger

But they get teased too much to notice

Is made to do aegyo all the time

They’re too good at it not to make them do it

The others are lowkey protective of them

Especially the older members

They want to keep this lil bean safe

This is dumb but I need to get the thoughts out of my brain literally ignore this part if you want.

Group Name: Eclipse Fandom Name: Soleil Fandom Colours: Pantone 2627 C, Pantone 5395 C, Pantone 9101 C

Their concepts are mature, but not in the sexy sense, in the sound and overall style. Somewhat dark and mysterious. Their sound is whimsical and a little magical but dark and at times and hard hitting with meaningful lyrics.

The group is split into three subunits.

Umbra: Eros, Ellie, and Min. The more mature of the subunits. They have a dark, more badass concept, but done in a very stylized way. They tackle really difficult topics in their music and the sound is very unique and every evolving but it always retains something that sound like them

Prominence: Sammie, LJ, Rocket, and Pidge. They pull from the more whimsical but dark side of their music. Sometimes they go the direction of uplifting songs but often dip into the mystery as well. They have an overall dark style with their comebacks but it’s got an ethereal feel to it. Their music feels timeless.

Diamond Ring: Sky, Sam, Cura, and Berry. They have a very bright, fun sound. Their music is quick, upbeat, and catchy. Their songs often surround uplifting concepts and their stages are a lot of fun, with cute antics and quick lyrics that still dip into serious topics.

#i tried to put you in age order #but i dont know what year min and eros were born #so it might be off #im sorry this is so dumb #but it was also so much fun #uh i hope youre all okay with this #enjoy #or ignore lol #i just needed to create this #is this an elaborate way for me to say i stan you #yeah probably #anyways i love all of you #you brighten my life #i want the best for you all #<3 #thank you all for being my friend and being there for me #random #things i spent too long on

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bapydemonprincess · 4 years

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Ulva’s second experience with love

I say second here because in truth, at a bit of a young, innocent age, Ulva found herself chasing after a little girl she’d met, finding herself taken with the other girl over any other kids her age she’d met so far!

This wasn’t meant to be, though, for Ulva had no clue how to approach this other than giving this girl as much affection as she could, and try to win her approval!

The girl only ended up freaking out and running away, and so that was a brief glimpse of Ulva’s very first love.

And how the little wolf puppy found she had a lot to learn about herself.

As for Ulva’s second experience with love, it happened something like this...

Ulva and this girl were older, perhaps around 16 or so, and so Ulva wished to be a normal teen girl, and go to the local school. And there was a lot of debate and such about it because both parents WERE very nervous on this subject but they did want so much for their baby girl to be happy and enjoy life, so why not?

So she gets into school, and absolutely adores it, even if sometimes the things teachers teach her aren't the same as the things Mama and Papa taught her, but she still LOVES getting out and interacting!!

Soon she discovers the local "groups" or as we called it in OUR times, the local clique.

And really finds herself admiring this one girl who seems POWERFUL and LEADERLY and a bunch of other girls follow her everywhere, listen to her every word!

And once again Ulva is SMITTEN.

So she tries to get the girls attention, tries to casually go up and talk, tries to IGNORE everyone looking at her like she's insane.

She keeps doing this over and over, hoping this powerful pretty girl will talk to her!

Finally, this girl does. One time when school is over, as everyone is heading home, she stops Ulva, and she's all alone, and she apologizes for always ignoring her, telling her she just didn't want her friends to think she was weird for talking to Ulva. But now that everyone's gone, it's okay!! And she tells Ulva she likes her boldness, likes her answers in classes, even if they're not always correct, and asks if she wants to study with her. To hang out and get their homework done TOGETHER!

Ulva is SUPER EXCITED!!! And DRAGS THE GIRL PRACTICALLY to her place!!! Even if they didn't decide who's place to go to!

Ulva is TOO EXCITED, completely unaware of her Mama's eyes staying LOCKED on this girl despite her kind words of "Have fun studying, you two."

And is surprised and delighted when the girl ends up needing HER help with work more than SHE needed HERS. She compliments Ulva, telling her she's a lot smarter than people give her credit for, and Ulva is just... in heaven...

This studying together seems to go over so well, the first few times, and Ulva remains so happy to help, so happy to be appreciated and noticed!! Then one time the girl asks Ulva if maybe.. she could do some of her work for her? She says she'll be very very busy with things like piano lessons and such, and Ulva, feeling like she has a MISSION, totally agrees to help! The girl even gives her a quick little cheek kiss! Ulva practically floats home...

Then, at home, when being checked on, Mama asks "Why in the world do you have so much work to do, little one?" and Ulva straight up tells her "My best friend was really really busy, so she asked me to do hers for her!" And Ulva misses the look on Mama's face, as she turns slightly away, and doesn't speak a moment.....

But in an instant Sebastian is smiling again to her daughter "That's very kind of you, sweet pup... Just please do not wear yourself down working too hard, alright?" And Ulva swears she'll be alright! It's not too bad to do a little more work!

So she brings all the other girl's work to her the next day, telling her she did her best! Hoping she approves!! The girl seems satisfied and pats Ulva's head and kisses her cheek. They go in to school and Ulva is just on cloud nine... she is SO HAPPY!

Later the girl invites her to even eat at LUNCH with her and her friends, and she sits beside her and just beams as the girl goes on to say Ulva did really good with her work! And the others are now giving her attention too! So they ask her if she can help with THEIR work too, and of course, Ulva looks at the girl she has this deep crush on, and just knows she's GOTTA do it. She's gotta help her new friends and new dear best friend!! They all are really relieved and happy for her help, and yet it's strange they say they're all too busy to come over and study together! Oh well!

For some reason when Mama asks AGAIN about all the extra work and Ulva tells her she has new friends of her best friend to help as well... Mama does not seem to approve... at ALL.

"Why aren't they doing their own work, dear?" She simply asks. "Shouldn't they be doing it, or if they need help, come here with you to learn how to do it?" And Ulva shrugs and says "Well they say they're all really too busy to work on school work, so I think they can't HELP that.." And for some reason Mama just shakes her head, and walks away..

That night Ulva passes out from exhaustion for once, and when Mama and Papa come to see this, their poor girl collapsed around a pile of papers and books, they both SIMMER with their rage and know something has to be done as they put their little girl to bed.

The next morning Ulva sorta.. PANICS a little that she fell asleep while in the middle of doing the work, and tries to make up for it as quick as she can before its time for school!! And once at school, she's very ragged.. but delivers the work to her new friends, not DARING to tell them she may have slipped up a bit because she passed out.

They all compliment her and smile and the girl she adores exclaims to them all that she KNEW Ulva would come through! She gives Ulva a good hair ruffling, and they all go off to class.

Despite being still super tired, this praised sort of helps Ulva get through the day, though her teachers do sass her a bit for spacing off.

And when the group meet up with her at lunch again, one of them sorta.. doesn't seem happy. She starts complaining to Uva that the teacher noticed the shoddy work, and asks why Ulva was messy with HER work. And Ulva is really... confused! She gets so nervous and asks forgiveness, she explains that she just passed out but she tried her best the next morning! And yet no matter what the girl remains huffy, and the others seem a bit upset too. The only one who doesn't seem that upset is the girl she truly cares the MOST about, who tries to simmer the others down, trying to tell them to be nice! She even hugs Ulva, seeming to try and comfort, and it definitely works!

SO of course after school, they go to Ulva again, loading her up with their work and wishing her luck! Ulva promises to definitely not slack off THIS time!

However.... coming home, she finds Mama and Papa packing for some reason! And is instantly distracted on finding out what this is about. Papa explains that it's time to go visit Auntie Sullivan! It's been a while after all! And instantly... NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BECAUSE YESSS GOING TO SEE AUNTIE!!!

At one point while in the happy rush to pack, Ulva DOES remember all the work she's been loaded with... Hmmm.. Well, she'll take it with her and find some time eventually to do it!

This, however, never really happens, because there's LOTS to do at Auntie's

Getting to see her newest inventions, going out on the town to go shopping and to museums and such... and EVEN a dinner with the royal family Auntie still helps as well!

It's so busy busy busy!

Ulva completely forgets about school work!

Only on the very last day, packing up to go home again, does Ulva rediscover all the work she did not do.... and.. realizing this kind of.. makes everything suddenly snap in her mind. What is she going to DO?! What is she going to SAY?? She has NO TIME to do all this, hell the work was probably due DAYS AGO while she was here having fun!!

And Auntie Sullivan comes to check on her.. and finds the little one curled up crying over all this work.. all these school papers.

And Auntie Sullivan, even before knowing the story, has an inkling.. and comes in to comfort the poor girl. To ask why she has al this unfinished work?

And Ulva is a mess as she explains, how these new friends of hers, who count on her, who say they really are PROUD of her, are wanting her to do all this WORK just for them. They trust her with doing this for them!

There's a lot of sudden anger in Auntie Sullivan's older gaze.. while she still strokes Ulva's messy hair and listens.

And Auntie Sullivan tells the girl "If they really care about you, they would not put you through that. That is NOT what someone who loves and cares for you does! It is unfair to give you all that work, and get nothing in return but mere words of praise and then MORE work."

Ulva of course is a bit confused now, thinking about how this all started with her just wanting this one girl to care about her, to like her back, and then it turned into this! "So if she and the others REALLY care they shouldn't be mad at me even if I DID mess up?" She asks Auntie Sullivan.

"You are ONLY one girl, Ulva. You are as human as they are, and have your own work as well."

She tells her to go to them and explain what happened, and to see how they react, and not to be surprised if they do not accept an apology or an excuse no matter how true it is. Ulva is really downtrodden, and afraid, SO afraid of what might happen as she goes home with Mama and Papa.

Of course Mama and Papa both offer to be with her, to go to school with her to meet these girls, but uh... Ulva passes on that, even if she's still scared. She fears what'll happen if Mama and Papa are there even MORE!

So Ulva goes to school, bringing aaall that unfinished work, and also having to talk to her teachers to explain her absences too. BUT that is easy, for the teachers are understanding adults about going off to see family.

But the girls at lunch when they're all together.. seem REALLY already angry, and glaring at Ulva even before she explains... She tries to anyway. She knows some of them were there to hear her explain to her teachers! But... they snap! Telling her they were all getting bad grades for missing work! They TRUSTED her with doing that work! And... and... even the girl Ulva wished to be close to.. has gotten cold, flipping her hair and turning away. Going on about how they'll have to find someone else then, who doesn't go off suddenly on a vacation with no explanation... Not even looking at Ulva as she says this...

Ulva breaks down crying even if she KNEW something like this would happen, she slightly lets her temper flare too. She shouts out to the girl about how they walked home together! How she thought they'd bonded! How she thought maybe.. maybe she LIKED her as much as Ulva liked her!!!

And the girl looks at her like she’s speaking another language, and scoffs. "Why would I ever go walking home with such a wild girl like you?" Completely denying the whole experience.

And BOOM Ulva lets her anger go, grabbing the table and FLIPPING it on them, then running away as fast as she can as she cries and cries.

She just runs home and runs to her room, still so aggrieved she can't help tearing up whatever she can get her hands on in her bedroom!

And finally Mama and Papa rush in, and Mama uses that demon essence to wrap her up, then pull her close so they can both just hold her in the wreck of her room while she cries.

And that is Ulva’s second experience with love.

#My OC #My writing #drabble #Ulva #ulva geltzer-michaelis #sebastian michaelis #Wolfram Gelzer #sieglinde sullivan

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angelofthequeers · 5 years

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Little Devil part 2

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

I had way too much fun designing Chloé’s outfit. She’s such a diva, she practically begged for me to do so because no way was she going to have a similar outfit to Marinette’s. I love Marinette baby but her outfit is so boring :(

The fic idea came from @gale-of-the-nomads and Little Devil from @zoe-oneesama (in case you want a picture reference). Little Devil’s speech about why she’s doing this is from zoe-oneesama’s post right here. It was so brilliant that I had to incorporate it, so full credit to them.

Part 3 coming tomorrow, once I stop screaming and start rewriting because my laptop battery fell out and I lost the ENTIRE 3K DOCUMENT.

Part 1 | Part 3 | AO3 link

“Marinette, don’t you dare go all akuma on me!” Chloé snaps. She’s keenly aware that sassing the villain probably isn’t a good idea, but she’s probably going to be attacked anyway so she may as well get some jabs in first. Then she can at least claim that she tried. “I stood up to everyone for you and this is how you repay me?”

Little Devil looks down at Chloé, black lips curved in a wicked little smile that distorts the black hearts dotting her cheeks. “Chloé Bourgeois,” the akuma says in her deep, smooth voice. “The one person I never thought I would spare.”

“What?” Chloé splutters. Spare her? Is Little Devil high? Does Hawkmoth need Chloé for something?

“You stood up for me,” Little Devil says. “You and Adrien came for me when nobody else did. So, the two of you will be spared. Everybody else?” Her eyes gleam wickedly. “Everyone has a little devil on their shoulder. I just need to make them listen.”

Chloé scrambles away from Little Devil as the akuma floats past, no doubt off to search for victims. And if Chloé’s right, those victims will probably be their classmates.

“Best thing I can do is hide!” Chloé decides, ducking into the bathroom. “After all, Ladybug needs to be able to find me, and she can’t do that if I get myself hit.”

Okay, so she’s being a coward. But she’s totally right as well. Come on.

In the bathroom, her eyes land on the earrings that Marinette had flung away, and her curiosity is unavoidably piqued. Why had Marinette been so desperate to keep them from Hawkmoth? What, are they some family heirloom or something that she didn’t want akumatised? Pfft, how utterly ridiculous. Everyone knows that whatever gets broken during an akuma attack gets fixed by Miraculous Ladybug. Speaking of which, Ladybug had better get her butt there pronto so that Chloé can help.

She shuffles over to swipe the earrings to pocket for Marinette. No, she totally doesn’t care about Marinette at all. But after the day that girl has had, she doesn’t need something else to upset her, like broken earrings. Heaven forbid she get akumatised again.

The moment Chloé makes contact with the earrings, they emit a bright red light that forces Chloé to squeeze her eyes shut, while her stomach sinks because damn it all, she knows this light. She’s seen it with –

“Chloé?” the small red thing hovering in mid-air squeaks. “What are you –” It zips over to the door and gasps. “Oh no!”

“I – you – kwami!” Chloé splutters. No. Way. There’s no way this can be happening. There’s no way that Marinette Dupain-Cheng can be Ladybug. But it makes sense. The constant absences that conveniently align with akumas, the similar hair and eyes that Chloé had dismissed in a way she couldn’t now –

She’s been sucking up to Marinette this whole time. Why? Why is life so unfair? But it explains why Marinette had thrown the earrings away. Hawkmoth had proven just how dangerous an akumatised Miraculous holder could be, and she was Ladybug. At least now…

At least now there’s still a chance.

“This is awful!” the kwami cries. “Poor Marinette! I tried so hard to calm her down!”

“Oh, relax,” Chloé says, already fitting the earrings into her earlobes as a daring plan starts to form. Queen Bee won’t be appearing in this battle, that much is certain, but that doesn’t mean Ladybug has to sit this one out. “What do you say to transform?”

“You can’t do this!” the kwami says. “This isn’t right –”

“Listen, kwami whose name I don’t know,” Chloé snaps. “It’s either I be Ladybug for this battle or you don’t get your precious Marinette back. I’ve been akumatised three times and rescued way more. I was Antibug. I know better than anyone else how this works. Other than Chat Noir, of course. And if Marinette remembers that she threw her earrings in here, she’ll be back for them when Hawkmoth gets naggy.”

The kwami stares at Chloé for a few moments, tiny face twisted as though stuck in an internal battle. “Tikki,” the kwami finally says. “My name is Tikki.” She floats up in front of Chloé’s face, studying her intently. “Are you sure you can be trusted with this, Chloé? This isn’t a game!”

“Was it a game when I was Queen Bee?” Chloé crosses her arms. “I know lives are at stake. Even more if I’m Ladybug.”

“Why would you want to do this if you don’t like Marinette?”

“Because if Marinette goes around zapping people then Lila wins. And not even Marinette deserves the simply awful day she’s had.”

Tikki beams at Chloé. “I knew you could be a good person if you put your mind to it!” she says. “I’m so glad that you’re starting to care about other people!”

“I don’t care about Marinette!” Chloé argues a little too quickly. “I’m doing this because I can’t stand Lila. Look, just tell me what to say so I can get out there and kick akuma butt.”

“Spots on to transform,” Tikki rattles off. “Spots off to turn back. Remember, you only have five minutes after you use your Lucky Charm –”

“Before I transform back, yes, yes, I know. And I need to capture the akuma in the yo-yo and then use Miraculous Ladybug. Tikki, spots on!”

It’s nice to know that she’s just as big a diva transforming into Ladybug as she is when turning into Queen Bee, as her transformation sequence is damn awesome and involves a lot of dramatic posing and hand-on-hip, pretty much like Queen Bee. The magic washing over her feels…different to when Pollen had turned her into Queen Bee. Cool, fresh, like being outside on a nice spring day and basking in the sunlight and the joy of living things around you. When the magic fades away, Chloé immediately heads for the mirror so that she can look over her outfit.

It’s very different to the real Ladybug’s outfit. Marinette’s suit is just red with black dots all over – and really, if Marinette’s trying to be a fashion designer then her outfit should be a little more interesting. But Chloé’s consists of a black-spotted red corset-style leotard over black garter leggings and a sheer, long-sleeved black undershirt, both underneath knee-length boots and elbow-length gloves that match her leotard. Two strips of ladybug-patterned cloth over her shoulders and back complete the outfit, almost like little ladybug wings even though Ladybug can’t fly. Her hair is still in its signature ponytail but tied with a red ribbon and streaked with red, with little antennae sticking out of her hair like Chat’s ears. Her mask and the yo-yo around her waist are the only things identical to Marinette’s Ladybug.

“I look awesome,” Chloé preens, turning this way and that to admire herself. Honestly, if she never had to give the Miraculous back then she’d be doing everyone a favour. Paris deserves a much more stylish Ladybug to save the day. She pauses and grimaces. Okay, so this is only temporary. But maybe she can give the real Ladybug some fashion tips when she totally saves everyone. Which means actually going out there. And fighting.

“Lila is so paying for my next nail appointment,” Chloé grumbles as she sprints out of the bathroom. Come to think of it, she should just charge every villain she has to fight as Queen Bee. Maybe even send the bill to Hawkmoth. No, he should use that money to get himself a new outfit, because his current one is utterly ridiculous.

Lost in her thoughts, Chloé doesn’t notice that she’s on a collision course with someone until she slams into a figure clad in black and they go tumbling down the hallway, groaning and cursing.

“Watch where you’re going!” Chloé snaps, untangling herself from the other person so she can stand up and dust off her outfit. She’s so committing this suit to memory and having it commissioned so she can remember the day she was Ladybug, even if she has to keep it to herself. Truth be told, though, she kind of misses being Queen Bee. As Ladybug, it just feels like she’s playing pretend as someone else.

“Sorry, m’lady!” the other person says as he deftly jumps to his feet. Oh, great. It’s that mangy Chat Noir. But at least Chloé now has backup and she knows that Chat Noir hasn’t been affected by the akuma. The thought of a solo fight is daunting as all hell.

“Oh, good, you’re here,” Chloé says. “Come on, Marinette got akumatised, so we need to –”

“You’re not Ladybug.” Chat Noir backs away, holding his baton in front of him like he’s warding off evil. “Where’s the real Ladybug?”

“I’m the temporary Ladybug,” Chloé says. “It’s me, Chloé.”

“You expect me to believe that Ladybug would just give you her earrings?”

“She didn’t give them. Duh. But she can’t really use them now, can she?”

The moment that Chat Noir puts two and two together and realises the implication of what Chloé’s telling him is painted blindingly across his annoyingly cute face. With a sigh, Chloé grabs his arm and drags him into the nearest empty classroom, locking the door behind them.

“Marinette – Ladybug?” Chat Noir babbles, grabbing at his messy blond hair.

“Hey! Snap out of it!” Chloé gently slaps him across the face. “Have your mental breakdown later, okay? Look, do I need to detransform so you can talk to Tikki?”

“I – yes?” Chat Noir says. “No offence, Chloé, but I need to –”

“Yes, yes, I get it. Spots off.” She can’t even find it in herself to feel hurt as the magic washes off her and consumes her outfit. Honestly, she would’ve been more worried if Chat Noir had just straight-up accepted her explanation.

“Tikki?” Chat Noir takes a step towards the little kwami, eyes fixed on her.

“Chat Noir!” Tikki says. “I wish I could say it’s nice to meet you but…” She droops. “Not like this. Marinette’s going to be so upset that she was revealed like this and that she was akumatised. Everyone thought she would be the one person who would never give in and she really took that on her shoulders.”

“So…you’re telling the truth?” Chat Noir says to Chloé.

“Of course.” Chloé rolls her eyes. “Marinette pulled out her earrings so Hawkmoth couldn’t akumatise them. And really, if I hadn’t picked them up then not only would you have no Ladybug, but Marinette would’ve gone straight back for them if she remembered them. Do you really want to take that risk?”

Chat Noir still doesn’t look like he fully trusts Chloé, but there’s new respect in his eyes. Chloé wonders if she knows his civilian identity. Hmm. If any of the boys start treating her differently, like they respect her now, then she’ll have her answer. It pays to have people think that you’re a dumb blonde sometimes.

“Look, is this really the time to sit here and have a little party?” Chloé says. “Tikki, spots on!”

Once she’s transformed again, she unlocks the door and she and Chat take off running down the hallway to her classroom, which is where Little Devil would be if anywhere.

“We need a cover story that doesn’t out Marinette,” Chat Noir says as they skid around a corner. “Everyone’s going to notice that you’re not Ladybug and that Marinette’s akumatised!”

“Good point,” Chloé says, her mind racing. “How about…Ladybug got caught in civilian form by whatever this akuma does. And since I’m Queen Bee, she knew she could trust me, of course.”

“Little less vanity, but sure,” Chat Noir says. “That’s purrfect.”

Chloé groans loudly. “I’m not Ladybug, so don’t think I won’t kick you for those ridiculous –”

A scream cuts her off before she can finish her threat. With a long-suffering sigh, Chloé changes direction with Chat Noir, and they turn down another hallway and find a familiar brunette girl curled in a ball, sobbing and pulling her hair.

“Alya?” Chloé nudges the crying girl with her foot. Not very heroic, sure, but she never claimed to be a good little hero in the first place. “Alright, what did she do to you?”

“You can’t hear them?” Alya looks up, her red-rimmed eyes similar to how Marinette’s had looked after emerging from her bathroom stall. “The voices! They won’t stop!”

“What voices?” Chat Noir looks around, perplexed. “I don’t hear any voices.”

“No! I’m sorry!” Alya shakes her head wildly. “I’m not selfish! I didn’t mean to dump Marinette – I’m sorry – I’m the worst friend –”

Chloé and Chat Noir back away when Alya’s shoulders slump and her cries trail off. Blood red splotches start to appear on her skin, the same colour as Little Devil’s skin, and they rapidly spread like an ugly rash until every inch of skin is that colour. Her orange-brown hair turns pitch black and two red horns push themselves out, while her clothes turn black as though someone spilled ink over every thread.

“Alya?” Chat Noir carefully approaches her, while every spidey sense that Chloé has blares at once.

“Chat Noir!” She grabs his arm and pulls him back, and just in time; Alya lets out an inhuman shriek and launches herself at Chat Noir, fingers grasping for his throat. Her eyes are now fully yellow behind her glasses, just like Little Devil’s sclerae, and her face twitches and distorts every few seconds like she’s possessed.

“It never ends!” Alya shouts, her voice warped with an otherworldly influence like Little Devil’s had been. She pauses, head tilted like she’s listening to a voice they can’t hear, and then she bellows and advances on Chloé and Chat Noir. “Give me your Miraculouses! Little Devil says that’s the only way I can make the pain stop! That I can make it all right again!”

“So, she forces you to hear your darkest thoughts?” Chat Noir says as they prepare to take down Alya.

“Looks like it,” Chloé says. “And if you give in, you turn into…” She gestures at Alya. “That. Really, for an aspiring fashion designer, Marinette has a lot of work to do.”

“I don’t think that’s Marinette’s fashion sense,” Chat Noir says.

“Ugh. Right. Hawkmoth and his ridiculous outfits.”

Although they don’t have the same almost-telepathic connection that Ladybug and Chat Noir have, they do have enough of an acquaintance by now that they’re not totally useless as a team. Although Chat Noir accidentally smacks Chloé in the head with his baton and Chloé’s yo-yo ensnares his foot while she’s tying up Alya, they manage to work together well enough that it’s not that difficult to leave Alya out for the count, snarling and crying.

“We need a way to keep her here,” Chat Noir says. “We can’t keep her tied up in your yo-yo.”

Chloé’s ponytail whips around as she scours the classroom for something she can use to keep Alya subdued. A lightbulb goes off in her brain, and it only takes a few moments for her to rip one of the curtains off the window and tie Alya to a desk, manoeuvring carefully so she can undo her yo-yo as she goes.

“Nice thinking,” Chat Noir says. “But you’ll never be able to replace my lady.”

“I don’t plan on it,” Chloé says. “I’m fine without the villains targeting me.”

“That’s…oddly mature of you,” Chat Noir says as they dash out of the classroom.

“I caused so many akumas that after Mlle Bustier was akumatised…it kind of sank in,” Chloé says. “And then…I got my daddy akumatised. I realised that I was causing half the problems that Ladybug had to fix. And now that I’m being Ladybug and I have to do what she does, it’s a kick up the butt.”

“You didn’t cause those akumas,” Chat Noir says. “Everyone feels upset from time to time. It’s Hawkmoth who makes it unsafe to feel those emotions and uses those people so he can make his selfish wish.”

“I still had a part to play,” Chloé says. “You can’t honestly look at me and tell me that I didn’t make it easier for him.”

Ugh. Is she really having this conversation? Thankfully, she’s saved from having to deal with Chat Noir trying to be all nice and ‘not your fault’ and stuff when they emerge onto the walkway above the courtyard and freeze.

“Oh,” Chloé says faintly. There are little devils everywhere, either already transformed and attacking each other with shrill shrieks or curled up and trying to fend off the dark thoughts before inevitably succumbing. On the opposite side to them is Little Devil, perched daintily on the railing as she surveys the chaos with a wicked little smile.

“Well, at least you can say that you got an interesting first akuma,” Chat Noir says with the best fake grin that Chloé’s ever seen. And considering who she is, she’s the queen of fake smiles. “Rena Rouge got a bunch of cloning monsters. And Carapace just had a spider to deal with.”

“My first akuma was Malediktator,” Chloé says.

“Oh, right. Queen Bee and all. My meowstake.”

Chloé shoots him a poisonous look. “And I’d prefer the spider, to be honest.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Only because you were stuck in her web for the whole battle.”

“Thanks for that.” His smile this time is more blatantly fake, like he’s not even trying to pretend anymore. “I seem to get stuck a lot. And now I couldn’t even help my lady because I left her –” He breaks off, like finishing his sentence will give himself away. Chloé just squints at him. There’s only one person who had tried to help Marinette but had been forced to leave.

“If you’re who I think you are,” she says, “then both Marinette and I told you to leave even though you didn’t want to. And Little Devil told me that she’s sparing the both of us because we were the only ones who went after her.”

Chat Noir’s so stiff that one tap could probably shatter him like glass. Chloé wants to do a victory dance at knowing both secret identities, but such an undignified action would be beneath her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she says airily.

“How’d you figure it out? Ladybug doesn’t even know who I am!”

“Marinette? Think you’re Chat Noir?” Chloé scoffs. “Please. That girl’s crushing on you so hard that it’s a miracle she hasn’t melted yet when you smile at her.”

Okay, so it’s kinda counterproductive to her own goals of securing Adrien for herself. But honestly, learning that Adrien is Chat Noir kind of turns her off because she simply can’t be seen with anyone who makes puns that annoying and awful. And on a more serious note, knowing that he’s Chat Noir comes with the realisation that there’s no chance he’ll ever be into her when he’s pining after Ladybug, whose identity he now knows. The stunned look on his face just confirms that. And Chloé Bourgeois doesn’t do second place.

She also just wants her friend to be happy, not that she’d ever say that out loud. She doesn’t need people thinking she’s soft or something.

“If you think you’re useless, you’ve got another thing coming,” is what she finally says when Chat Noir says nothing.

“Ladybug can get the job done just as well with Rena Rouge or Carapace or Queen Bee,” he argues. “You literally saw me under Malediktator’s control when you were Queen Bee.”

“And then we all got akumatised and you didn’t,” Chloé says. “And all the times you’ve been put down is because you were protecting Ladybug so she could get the akuma. Which isn’t healthy behaviour, but whatever. Look, she needs you just as much as you need her. I see how she talks about you in interviews. I see how well you two work together in battles. There can’t ever be another Chat Noir, just like I can’t be another Ladybug. Even if another person was better with Chat Noir’s powers, she wouldn’t want another Chat Noir.”

Chat Noir – Adrien – stares at her in a new light. Then he beams and pulls Chloé into a quick hug.

“I knew you had a heart in there,” he says.

“Ugh, stop it, you’re going to wrinkle my outfit!” Chloé says. Even though she now knows this is Adrien, there’s just something about Chat Noir that makes it easy for her to not think of him as Adrien. Which is probably how Marinette never clued in as to who her partner is. “I didn’t do it so we could be all sunshine and rainbows. I did it because if Little Devil hits you, I don’t need to be dealing with devil dead weight. You better fight that off or you’ll hear about it.”

But Chat Noir’s annoying smirk lets her know that he doesn’t buy that excuse one bit. Huffing, Chloé flips her hair and turns away.

“The akuma’s in her cravat,” she says. “It was the handkerchief she was using to make a mess of her face.”

“Well, we can’t stand around all day,” Chat Noir says. “Let’s get down there and have a devil of a time.”

“Chat, I swear!” Chloé huffs, following him as he runs around the walkway to Little Devil. Looks like stealth is out of the question. Then again, with so many little devils, it would probably be impossible to sneak around without at least one of them noticing and alerting Little Devil.

“Marinette!” Chat Noir skids to a halt in front of Little Devil, who looks around with a lazy smile. Chloé wants to slap him. He’s totally forgotten that he’s Chat Noir, not Adrien, and Little Devil only promised to spare Adrien. But she can’t exactly yell that at him now, can she? Ugh, she so shouldn’t have let on that Marinette was Ladybug. Both of them are very much aware of how knowing identities messes things up.

“Hello, Chat Noir,” Little Devil greets. “I’d ask if you’re here to give me your Miraculous, but we both know the answer to that.” Her gaze slides over Chloé and she frowns. “Who are you?”

“I’m being Ladybug, since the real Ladybug can’t really make it,” Chloé sniffs, hands on her hips. Little Devil’s face contorts but not maliciously; more like she’s working out who this Ladybug could be.

“That won’t make a difference, Chloé,” she says. Wow, maybe Chloé needs to give Marinette more credit. “You just saved me a lot of trouble by bringing the Miraculous to me.”

Chloé’s slightly worried that Hawkmoth will figure things out through his mental connection to his akuma. Then again, Hawkmoth’s kind of proved himself to be an idiot when it comes to making akumas who do more than just yell for the Miraculouses and cause a bit of trouble, so she’s not too worried. Heroes’ Day was an exception but whatever. He totally had help there.

“Marinette, why are you doing this?” Chat Noir says almost pleadingly. Chloé shoots him a warning look out of the corner of her eye because this is not how he’s going to reveal himself if she can help it.

“I made them who they are,” Little Devil shrugs, turning back to survey her domain. “Demons who’ll go for the throat as soon as you show weakness. I gave them everything, but as soon as I needed their support, they turned their backs on me. This is what it means to be their friend. They’ll take and take but when it’s time to give? Poof, they’re gone.”

“Everyone messes up,” Chloé says, staying well away from the reflex of shouting that it’s not true because invalidating an akuma’s feelings is a sure-fire way to annoy them. “I know that better than anyone else. But you gave me a second chance when I didn’t deserve it.”

“You don’t hide behind broken promises and poisonous lies, Chloé Bourgeois,” Little Devil hisses. Her narrowed eyes bore into Chloé’s, as though she can read Chloé’s soul from just a glance. “You never pretended to be my friend. You never turned an entire class against me because of compulsive lies. I can trust you to be nasty. I can’t trust the others to be nice. Except for Adrien.”

Chat Noir’s face twitches. Thankfully, Little Devil doesn’t seem to notice.

“I gave you a chance, Chloé,” the akuma says. “But clearly you’re against me if you’re wearing those earrings.”

Maybe if Chloé had more experience than a few rounds as Queen Bee and if Chat Noir wasn’t distracted by knowing that this was his lady, they wouldn’t have been so thoroughly taken by surprise. Before either of them can react, Little Devil brandishes her pitchfork and tiny devils, who look eerily like corrupted versions of Tikki with horns, come flying out from behind Little Devil and latch on to Chloé and Chat Noir.

Immediately, the whispers start.

#miraculous ladybug #ml season 3 spoilers #ml salt #salt fic #anti lila #lila hate #chloe bourgeois #marinete dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #tikki #chloe is the good guy here #chloe redemption #i love my little bitch diva #chameleon #little devil #akumatised marinette #akuma!marinette #identity reveal #aotq fic

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utsus · 7 years

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I am seriously in love with your writing! I am so glad I found it!! Thank you so much for sharing your gift with us! On a side-note, if you are taking prompts (because it was hot as heck here today) how about NaruHina and bathing suits.

(AO3)

“It’s hot,” Naruto said bluntly, staring dazedly ahead intothe stream. “It’s—”

“It’s ungodly,” Ino groaned dramatically, stretching backfurther on her lounge chair. “That’s what it is.”

“Summer is here in full swing, huh?” Choji agreed, wiping abead of sweat from his brow. “It’s always like this. We deal with it.”

There was a pregnant pause, and then the both of themglanced in perfect unison across the creek to the closest tree and the onlyspot of cast shade. Naruto followed their gazes a moment later. There was Shikamaru,lying in the shade of its canopy, his towel laid over his eyes. Not even anhour spent, and already sunburned. Choji added offhandedly, “Some better thanothers.”

“He’s a wimp,” Ino groused, blowing a puff of air up at herbangs. She turned over to her back, evening out her impending tan. “I’m atleast three shades paler, and I’m not sleeping in the shade like some boringrecluse.”

“Ino-san,” Choji spoke pleasantly, “Give him a break.”

“Too troublesome?” She said, not without amusement. Choji returnedher smile, and Naruto watched them in confusion, feeling distinctly like he wasmissing parts of this conversation.

“Definitely.”

“Well,” Ino sniffed, glancing into the stream where most oftheir generation still swam. It was less swimming, actually, and moreroughhousing, but Naruto wasn’t about to split hairs with her on one of heronly days off from interrogating S-class criminals. He knew well enough for that. “If I burn and Sakura doesn’t,then you’ll all learn the truemeaning of troublesome.”

“Let me get this straight,” a new voice joined, coming overtheir shoulders. Choji shifted on his lounger and grinned, offering hisknuckles as Kiba approahced. Naruto turned to him with a nod, and Kiba’s eyestrailed over him curtly before casting away. Naruto didn’t have to guess why. Kibawas notoriously protective, and Naruto had become notoriously interested in Kiba’s female teammateover the past few months. “You wantyour girlfriend to burn?”

Ino pursed her lips. “No,” she said petulantly, in the sametone of voice she used in every argument she knew she was going to win. Which,really, was all of them. “I don’t want to burn alone.”

Kiba shook his head. “You are something else.”

Ino smiled. “And don’t you forget it.”

“I don’t get you,” Naruto added offhandedly, not entirelyinvested in the conversation since he’d missed so much of it. They’d clearlybeen speaking silently about something,but damned if Naruto had a clue about what. “And if Sakura-chan heard you saythat, she’d probably dunk you in the water.”

Ino’s smile was a weapon shaped for war. “She could try.”

Naruto shivered bodily, his eyes casting out to theirfriends wading in the stream. Tenten was riding high on Neji’s shoulders, andacross from them Rock Lee was rapidly approaching atop—was that—Shino?

As if reading Naruto’s thoughts, Choji asked, “I don’t thinkI saw Shino-san. Is he coming today?” Naruto glanced over and watched Kibablink down at him as he twisted a finger in his ear to dig somethingincriminating out. He flicked it away without a second glance.

“You kiddin’?” Kiba asked, laughing a little; Choji’sexpression became cluttered. Kiba jutted his chin at the stream, waited forChoji to follow his direction, and said, “Shino’s in the water already. Playingchicken.”

Choji turned red enough to put a flustered Sakura to shame.Ino looked on calmly, unbothered, though one of her eyebrows tilted curiously.

“I didn’t know he was a social butterfly,” she said.

Kiba pointed at her, finger waving as though stuck betweensassing her and giving credit where credit was due. Her puns never ceased toamaze. Naruto watched him contemplate praising her, then let it drop. Insteadhe just said, “You’ll get used to it eventually.”

“I apologize,” Choji offered a moment later, embarrassed—butKiba was already shaking his head, tossing his hand carelessly.

“No harm, no foul, man.” He unceremoniously adjustedhimself, ignored Ino’s cluck of disgust, and asked about their teachers.“Weren’t they supposed to show up?”

“They’re at the bar,”Ino rolled her eyes, resting her head back to allow the sun a full glimpse ofher upturned face. “Because nothing says welcoming Konoha’s blazing summer heatlike welcoming further dehydration with alcohol.”

“Huh,” Someone said to Ino’s left. The moment Naruto heardhis voice, he knew they were all destined for trouble. As such, Narutopretended to stretch, lifting himself off the ground all the while. “Neverwould’ve taken you for someone to bash alcohol, regardless of the time ofyear.”

Ino’s upper lip stiffened. “Sai. Are you trying to call mean alcoholic?”

Naruto whistled, and Choji took that moment to examine oneof the pockets in his swim trunks. Sai set the canvas tucked under his arm to theside and unrolled his towel beside Ino’s chair, each move meticulous. Hesettled in and perched his canvas on a portable, fragile looking easel beforeresponding.

“Is the daytime sky blue? Do fish swim?”

Kiba flinched, and Naruto purposefully looked in anotherdirection, still whistling. There was a distinct sound of gnashing teeth and thena startled yelp, before Sai’s voice returned again, unrepentant and fearless.

Naruto glanced over to see his hair a little mussed, as ifhe’d been lightly smacked upside the head. Ino’s hand was still raised. “A verypersuasive argument.”

Before Ino could leap into his mind and eviscerate his everymemory, Sai was saved by Sakura’s oncoming approach, and the instantaneous waythat she caught Ino’s attention. Sakura’s red bikini was stark against thepallor of her skin, unmarked and unblemished and still glistening with dropletsof water. Naruto glanced over her shoulder curiously, eyes searching. He didn’tsee Ino’s sharp gaze turn in his direction, seeing far more than he thought shecould.

As Sakura came over and sat in Ino’s lap, pressing wetkisses to her throat as Ino tipped her head back and laughed, Naruto searchedthe waters. Team Gai plus the bizarre but somehow fitting addition of AburameShino were still playing a vigilant and—from the sound of it, youthful—game of chicken. Naruto heardTenten’s pealing laughter as she called out, “Is that all you got, bug boy?”

He watched Shino’s lips trace the words, bug boy, before he grabbed tighter toLee’s thighs and charged. Lee’s wailwas loud enough to raise birds from their branches, one of his hands threadedthrough the tufts of Shino’s hair like he was at a rodeo. Naruto felt his lipssliding into a familiar smile, calm and comforted, nearly perfectly content.

But still, he searched.

And there, furtherdown the stream, he found her.

She was radiant; so beautiful she took his breath away, andshe—

Was talking to Sasuke;perched on flat shamrock stone, feet dangling in the water, side-by-side. Naruto’smouth fell open of its own accord, surprise flitting across every one of hisfeatures. Sasuke was not the type of person to come to these outings, even whenNaruto and Sakura incessantly pestered him (which usually ended up in abeating) or when they attempted to physically drag him (which always ended up in a beating). What hadchanged his stubborn mind this time? Or, Naruto thought with sudden jealousy, who?

His feet moved, and before he even realized it he washeading towards them. Hinata noticed him first, turning to him with a smilemuted in reserve. Sasuke watched Hinata’s profile a moment longer, lingering ina way that unsettled Naruto, before turning to him. His expression tuckeditself away, left nothing behind but flat apathy at Naruto’s approach. Hestopped in front of them and felt a tremble in his vocal chords, an uncharacteristicnervousness.

But Hinata was in a bathing suit and she looked so beautifulhe could barely think. He swallowed heavily and fiddled with the waistband ofhis swim trunks, suddenly uncertain of what he should say. They stared up athim for a moment before Hinata greeted him, soft as silk.

“Hey,” he responded easily, bobbing his head. He glancedover his shoulder and he could see Ino laughing at him, Kiba shaking his headin wry sympathy. Somewhere nearby he heard Rock Lee wail in what sounded like defeat.

“Nice, uh, day today, huh?”

He completely and totally ignored the expression that movedover Sasuke’s face in waves of amusement, and focused entirely on the wayHinata’s eyes narrowed with affection.

“It is,” she agreed easily, flicking her eyes between thetwo of them. “I’m happy to spend it with friends.”

Naruto melted towards her, finding a seat beside her on theshamrock. She was so blithely kind. He let his feet dip into the water, feltthe icy prickle of it along his skin. He hummed in response to her, turningonly to gauge her expression. He watched the way the light caught the water andreflected off her unblemished skin, entranced.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, without restraint or filter. “So,do you wanna swim?”

Hinata blinked at him, and both of them ignored the waySasuke pointedly sighed, then rose to his feet. He offered Hinata a simple, “Talkto you soon,” and turned to Naruto with that same bridled amusement in his darkeyes. “Idiot,” he said, his only parting offer before he turned and headed forthe shade at the tree line.

Naruto glared after him for only a moment before turningback to Hinata, expression hopeful. She seemed all the sudden self-conscious,aware that now it was just the two of them. She pressed her elbows together inher lap, fiddled with her fingertips. She tried to shirk away from himcompletely, her cheeks growing red. But Naruto was having none of it; instead,he leapt to his feet with a smile that could rival the sun, and then he leaptheadfirst into the stream.

By the time he re-emerged above the surface, Hinata waslooking concernedly after him, half-standing. She shook her head, expressiondiscerning, and Naruto couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Naruto-kun,” she scolded, voice low. “This stream is fartoo shallow to be so reckless. You could’ve injured your head.”

“Please,” he laughed, “Have you met me? My head’s harderthan anything in these waters.”

Startled at how self-aware he apparnelty was, Hinata was caughtbetween laughing and sighing, even as she idly edged a little closer to thewater. Naruto swam a little closer, too, a new and devilish gleam in his eyes. Hinatawas so busy self-consciously not meeting his gaze, however, that by the timeshe caught it, it was far too late. Naruto leapt up out of the water just asshe said, “Naruto-kun, don’t—”

And he pulled her all the way in after him, just like that.They both emerged sputtering and laughing, before Hinata turned to him with amighty splash. He got some water in his nose and choked on it, but when heturned back to her, dripping and glistening in the midday sun, he breathedeasier. He moved towards her like a shark, low and quick, sweeping her up intohis arms and dunking them both.

Naruto lost track of those around them, felt nothing but thecomfortable weight of Hinata in his arms, the way the water moved around them,the way Hinata’s laughter chimed like a song. She matched him splash forsplash, taunt for taunt, laughing all the while. Her smile made his heart feel heavy,but his chest feel light; an oddly bubbly sensation he couldn’t quiteunderstand.

All he knew and all he cared about was that she was happywith him, allowing him to reach out to her.

That she was now reaching out to him.

“Naruto-kun,” she gasped, breathless from laughter. “Truce!”

“Fine, fine,” he conceded, his arms not budging from theirhold around her. She didn’t make to move away, either. She hadn’t wrapped herlegs around him yet, and it was just about all he’d been thinking about for thepast several minutes. Her arms were around his neck, though, her fingers in hishair. He felt the heat of them even amidst the icy lap of the stream. Ahead ofthem he could still hear the chatter and laughter of their friends, sometanning, some still playing chicken.

“Aren’t you glad I pulled you in?” Naruto asked, turningback to look at Hinata. This close, he could see the slight wrinkles at thesides of her eyes, marked from years of smiling. Her eyes were as striking ashe remembered first thinking them, when they were only kids. They seemedendless and drawing, offering a constant pull. Moons of distant galaxies, andall that. Naruto was enamored and breathless with want, and wondered almostdesperately if Hinata felt similarly.

He knew she had once liked him, enough to sacrifice hersafety and her life to protect his. He realized, almost suddenly, that sincethe battle with Pain he had never responded to her confession. The words wereon his lips, brimming, begging to be said—but Hinata was looking at him withheavy eyes, lips so soft he could almost feel them a breath away. He could seeher heart in her eyes, the way they softened as they traced his features.

“I am,” she said, so quietly, almost impossible to hear. Hefelt her legs, then, come up to wrap around his waist. She turned away from himat first, so noticeably embarrassed. “You never cease to surprise me.”

“That’s my specialty,” he boasted, puffing his chest upridiculously while he silently had to control his body’s response to feelingher so wrapped up around him. It was his heart he couldn’t tame. And then,while he was still reeling from her unexpected daring, she surprised him again.For one precious, irreplaceable moment, Hinata dipped her head to his, allowedtheir foreheads to touch as she laughed under her breath. She pulled away thenext moment, uncertain and guarded but still smiling. Naruto held her tighter,just against the wide breadth of his bare chest. His heart raced, and raced,and raced. “You surprise me too, you know.”

Her eyebrows jumped, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, wading through the stream, his hands movingto her thighs. It took all his willpower and Iruka’s teachings about manners for him to keep them there,still and polite. He wanted desperately to search, to explore. His hands itchedto touch her in any capacity that she’d allow him. He wanted to ask—it was hisfirst instinct, to respect her boundaries but to be honest with his owndesires, especially regarding her. He thought, can I touch you, can I touch you, please, please. But Hinata was soshy and he had known from the moment he realized he was interested in her someyears ago that theirs was a journey that would take time, but would last. Forher, he would go slow.

So he kept still, clutched lightly at the wealth of herthighs, and focused entirely on the way she opened herself up to him in thismoment.

“Since we’re both pretty good at being surprising,” Naruto started to say, watching her eyes. Her eyebrowsjumped a bit, intrigued, her eyes swirling with curiosity. With addedenthusiasm, he turned Hinata so that she could see their friends grinning atthem, waist deep in the stream and already prepared to meet them. “Why don’t webecome our generation’s stream chicken champions?”

“Please,” Ino snorted, flicking her hair as Sakura shiftedbeneath her, showing far too more teeth than a friendly game of chicken calledfor. “As if you could.”

“A worthy enemy,” Shino muttered, while Neji cast him a waywardglance of pity. Rock Lee repeated the sentiment, at thrice the volume.

“Bring it,” Tenten laughed, purposely jostling Neji on hershoulders. He reached down and steadied her with a hand on her shoulder, agentle squeeze. “We’re ready for the challenge.”

Naruto grinned and turned back to Hinata, whose cheeksrivaled the sunset. She studied him with wide eyes, a deer in headlights.

Something there must have soothed her. Maybe it was thesteel in his eyes, soft and heavy-lidded with affection, watching her deliberatewith their friends at their back. Maybe it was the certainty written into everyline of him, so carefully encoded in his DNA, straightening his wide shoulders,the column of his neck.

Maybe it was the way he reached out to her, gave her thechoice, and was so willing to accept whatever she answered with.

Whatever it was, it was beautiful. It softened every line ofher, rid her of her insecurity. She gave him the subtlest of nods, the tiniestdip of her chin. He dropped under the surface and felt her legs (so soft) slideover his shoulders (so sturdy) and everything in the world felt right. There was no war, no fighting, noblood, no dying. There was only this: the way Hinata trusted him; the way theycame together surrounded by friends; the way they shared each other with eachother under an impartial sun.

He felt his feet sink into the sand beneath their feet butfind purchase; he rose out of the stream with Hinata on his shoulders, one handin his hair, his hands on her calves. She pushed her hair out of her face andin an unexpected but wondrous bout of confidence, she pointed across the waterstraight at the most self-assured person among them.

“You’re going down,”she promised, and Ino’s mouth dropped wide open as all their friends eruptedinto wild hoots and hollers, laughter interspersed amongst the taunting. Narutoglanced up at her, and Hinata glanced down at him, and he gave her calves agentle squeeze.

“Ready?” He asked, with the chorus of their friends behind hisvoice. Hinata ran her hand through his hair once more, brave as he’d ever seenher, and smiled.

“Ready.”

EXTRAS (for funsies):-hinata’s swim suit-sai’s summer shorts-shino’s swim suit-naruto’s swim trunks

#szajnie #naruhina #naruto #uzumaki naruto #naruto uzumaki #hyuuga hinata #hinata hyuuga #naruto fic #prompt responses #i'm sorry i'm late.repeat but in my defense it's ALWAYS hot where i live so this is still a relatable feel.#hope it's still ok/semi-relevant and also thank you !! you're such a sweet ;;#a line that didn't make it into this fic: ino telling naruto his trunks were too loud to hear over #he thought that the trunks looked like tails ! he bought them for kurama ! let him live !#also shino's suit 100% inspired by long horn beetle things #I Am Not A Bug Expert(tm)

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Fic Recs Mega Post

More fic recs for you fabulous fannibals, this time round there’s rare pairs a-plenty, actual devil Will Graham, and a fabulous Pacific Rim crossover AU

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Volume 1 by @fragile-teacup (fragile-teacup (Mrs_Gene_Hunt)): So what are the chances that Will and Hannibal emerge from the Atlantic with all their issues resolved, finally a stable unit, murder husbands for life? Pretty much none, right? Certainly, in this beautifully-written post-TWotL fic, there is still a massive amount of that typical Hannigram miscommunication, obfuscation and downright stubbornness that keeps our boys from their happy ending. None of which is made better by Hannibal keeping Will sedated while he recovers from his injuries, or by sequestering them in the house of the one person guaranteed to drive Will out of his mind with jealousy… Centred on that dinner hinted at by the post-credits scene in TWotL, this winds the tension between Will and Hannibal (and Bedelia) to a fever pitch, in an absolute riot of bitchiness, resentment and pining. And then busts everything wide open when Will just can’t keep his emotions under wraps any longer…

Tomorrow, More Sun by @shiphitsthefan: Beardogs (Nigel/Lee) is a new pairing for me but it took precisely five paragraphs of this fantastic fic to make me fall in love. For those who aren’t aware, Lee is the Hugh from the infamous “I like bears” gif, and more specifically is an adorable ball of sass and joy who loves wine and is suffering from terminal cancer (but don’t worry, this is very much not an angsty story). Anyway, our tale begins when Lee is suffering from the worst post-chemo effects of his life and, desperate for relief, begs his dealer – a certain formerly very bad man from Bucharest – to drive out in the snow and provide him with a hit. Now, I mentioned the part where Lee likes bears, right? And there’s no-one more bearlike than Nigel – even “New Nigel,” who’s had to reform his ways (a little) as a result of the bullet in his brain landing him in a wheelchair – and Lee is, unsurprisingly, infatuated. There follows a charming and romantic tale of getting high, telling wicked jokes, and maybe, just maybe, falling in love (but definitely getting the best shag of either man’s life).

To Fuel Your Radiance by @fancybedelia (GoldenUsagi): Mischa Lecter should have died. Should have… and did, except that her brother made a deal with the devil. Hannibal’s soul in exchange for Mischa’s life. Some forty years later, the devil pays Hannibal a visit (disguised as a rather handsome, blue-eyed man named Will) in order to see what he’s done with his life. And, as is the Hannigram way, a mutual interest quickly turns to something much more twisted and obsessive. The brilliant thing about this AU is that, despite being a devilishly sexy (literally), self-assured, phenomenally powerful version of himself, Will is still Will. He’s not some malevolent, flamboyant devourer of souls, he’s still conflicted and weighed down by the nature of what he is. Which leaves Hannibal to take up the role of tempter (yes, even to the Devil himself), drawing Will into killing with him (which, admittedly, takes much less effort with this version!) and falling helplessly in love with the beast that emerges.

Ugly by @slashyrogue (nightliferogue): We as a fandom should be immensely grateful to count slashy as one of our number. She turns out a frankly staggering number of AUs and rare pair fics (in addition to her wonderful Hannigram works) and they are all, without exception, imaginative and beautifully written. Recently she’s been writing a lot of Basic Chickens and this, her most recent (at the time of writing) might be the best yet. When Elias finds a strange, black egg in amongst the chickens, his superstitious brothers order him to smash it, fearing it contains a demon. Elias (of course, this is Elias) refuses, and tends to the egg until it hatches, revealing a small, black, winged monster, which Elias decides to keep, christening it “Ugly.” Which is all well and good until it turns out that Ugly also sometimes takes the form of a man (quickly renamed Adam) whose determined seduction of Elias has worrying, potentially dangerous side-effects. This is Basic Chickens with a brilliant supernatural twist and the story is sexy, sweet, constantly surprising and very, very much worth your time.

Stricken by @crossroadscastiel (peacefrog): So say, instead of landing on the rocks at the bottom of that cliff, Will and Hannibal instead land in a completely different universe, one where everything seems to be the same, except that they’re not dead from their horrifying injuries. Seems like a win, right? Oh, except there’s the little issue of Hannibal suddenly producing slick and the pair of them needing to shag like bunnies every five minutes or they’ll explode. Yep, the boys are not in Baltimore anymore, they’re in an omegaverse, Hannibal’s in heat, and if they can stop knotting each other’s brains out for long enough, they’re going to need to have a serious talk about feelings. Wanna bet how well that turns out? This is such a fun exploration of the omegaverse concept, with our intrepid murder husbands utterly baffled by what’s happening to them and how they can deal with it. It’s also sexy and sweet as hell – if you’re not into a/b/o, give this a shot, I’d be surprised if it doesn’t change your mind.

Ananta by @unicornmagic (canis_m): A what-if fic, with the what-if in question being ‘how might things have gone, had Hannibal not rubber-stamped Will back into the field but instead recommended he receive further treatment. Oh, and asked him on a date while he’s at it.’ Well, in this ‘verse, it means Will stays away from murder scenes while Hannibal takes his place, that Will starts therapy with a certain blonde ice-queen, and Will has to navigate the beginnings of a relationship with Hannibal while contemplating when he should reveal that he’s asexual. This is a beautifully-paced, patiently crafted exploration of the complex relationship between these two characters and the ways in which they fit together with each other unlike with anyone else. Will’s asexuality is written with grace and sensitivity, as the writer explores the other, less obvious intimacies that he and Hannibal share. If you need something lovely in your life, read this.

The Best of All Possible Worlds by @desperatelyseekingcannibals (TigerPrawn): Mortimer (from Hysteria) is one of my favourite Hugh roles, so I’m always delighted when the adorable, slightly bumbly doctor turns up in a fic. And this one is so much fun, pairing Mortimer with Galen from Rogue One (via some timey-wimey shenanigans that land Galen back in ye olde England) and developing a very sweet romance between the two, even as they try to figure out how to get Galen home. These are two of the most decent characters in the madancy back catalogue and they work really wonderfully together, Mortimer’s eager earnestness nicely grounded by Galen’s steadiness. Plus I was very pleasantly surprised by how much chemistry the characters have together – not to put to fine a point on it, but they’re wicked hot XD. The rare pairs phenomenon is truly the gift that keeps on giving and this is one of my favourite ships to come out of it, please do hop on board and prepare to be totally charmed.

A Way to Live by @sugarmaus (Sugarmouse): Hannibal Lecter is in the market for a new slave. He goes through them quickly, always on the lookout for some elusive something that even Hannibal doesn’t seem able to define. When he spots Will Graham in the dealer’s catalogue, he thinks there’s a chance he may have found it, and when he sees the man in the flesh he is almost certain of it. But Hannibal soon learns an important lesson: Never Underestimate Will Graham. And so begins a complex, high-stakes game of shifting identities and hidden desires between master and slave, with Hannibal’s rigid control slipping further and further as he loses himself to his fascination with getting inside Will’s mind. Essentially an AU in which Hannibal can buy and dispose of murder interns instead of influencing them via therapy this is a sharp and intense character study of our darling cannibal. Hannibal’s ennui and loneliness are front and centre here as he both strives to gain control over Will and hopes that he will not be able to. It’s fascinating, compelling, intelligent stuff, with more than a few surprises up its sleeves.

Fais Do-Do by @moku-youbi: Will is on the run. He has lost control and shot a man, and now he’s tasted blood for the first time and Jack Crawford is on his tail. Which is how he winds up staying at The Little Bear Inn, owned by Mischa Lecter and currently being run by her brother while she is unwell. Of course, this is an establishment run by the Lecters, so nothing is quite as it seems and it may not turn out to be the safe haven Will is looking for. Even if Hannibal is unexpectedly easy to talk to (and not too hard on the eyes, either). Then again, Will’s got some secrets of his own, and we all know what happens to people who underestimate Will Graham… This is a really fun trip through some classic horror tropes, stylishly fusing a Hitchcockian vibe with supernatural elements as Will’s paranoia grows in the face of the Lecters’ strange behaviour and the threat of Jack hunting him down. It’s atmospheric, sexy, and thrilling – old-fashioned horror at its very best.

An American Empath in London by @legohanniballecter (MaddyHughes): In this (very slight) Sherlock crossover AU, Jack loans out Will to Scotland Yard in order to aid them in investigating a series of horrific murders involving Tory politicians (seeing as their normal consulting detective recently jumped off a roof…). Except here, Will hasn’t met Hannibal Lecter, not until he sits next to him on the plane to London, that is, though it doesn’t take long for the pair to become intimately acquainted. Yeah, ain’t no slow burn around here, and Will finds himself in a strange city, attempting to deal with a case that frustrates him, a police force that doesn’t understand him, and an intense, overwhelming attraction to a man he barely knows. Not to mention that Hannibal’s up to his usual tricks: murder, manipulation, and winding Will Graham up to see how he goes. Two years in the making, this densely-plotted, highly intelligent case fic also features some seriously intense Hannigram, with its trademark mix of sexual tension, blood and mind games turned up to the nth degree. I highly recommend giving it a shot – once I started, I found it nigh-on impossible to put down!

And Do Abominable Things With Grace by @thedancingwalrus-blog (The_Dancing_Walrus): I love and adore Pacific Rim, let’s get that out of the way. That said, it’s not exactly the subtlest movie ever made and I always kind of wished they’d done more to explore the concept of drifting. Well, wish granted and with Hannigram into the bargain in this fascinating crossover AU. Set sometime in s2, after Will’s mistrial but before his release, things diverge sharply from canon when Beverly and the FBI arrest Hannibal for his crimes. And then leave canon in the fucking dust when the first Kaiju arrives and Will and Hannibal are kidnapped by the government to be used as guinea pigs in the development of drift technology. Of course, it turns out that fusing the consciousnesses of two people like Will and Hannibal – who are pretty much inextricably bonded from their first glance anyway – has some interesting, and not altogether pleasant, side-effects. This is a genuinely stunning piece of work, playing with POVs and levels of consciousness to portray the invasive intimacy of being forcibly mind-melded with another person and written with a lyrical, experimental style that is both effective and highly memorable. It also has one of the most interesting, insightful depictions of the relationship between Hannibal and Will I’ve had the fortune to read – by turns sad, hopeful and endearing, and never less than utterly beautiful.

Caging the Beast by Vulcanmi: How many have us have begged pleaded wondered how things might have gone if Will had called off his Mizumono dinner plans with Jack and Hannibal? In this AU the stupid idiot our intrepid empath does just that, and, having realised that he doesn’t want to live in a world where Hannibal is behind bars, sets about constructing one in which he can tame the beast and put it in a cage of his own. His decision sets everybody on an unfamiliar path but while some things change (no Florentine jaunt for Bedelia this time), others just can’t be avoided (Mason still needs to be someone’s bacon, and Will and Hannibal still dance around each other like a pair of nervous teenagers). Or put off forever, as Will’s growing awareness of the nature of his feelings for Hannibal shows. Many Mizumono fix-its focus on the murder fam running off together and trying to avoid capture. This takes the opposite approach, keeping everybody in Baltimore with the inherent dangers and tensions that involves, extending the game between Will, Hannibal and Jack, even as the former two inch their way towards true Murder Husband status. It’s a fascinating reframing of canon, retaining many elements from s3 but with Will and Hannibal acting as a team and a family. I lost count of the number of times I sighed “If only…” while I was reading this – if you still dream of what could have been that rainy night in Baltimore, this is definitely the fic for you.

Yet Another Hannigram S1 AU (series) by @coloredink: Fans of intense, complex, drawn-out conversations between Will and Hannibal (which is… all of us, right?) will be in heaven with this two-part series set sometime post-Tobias Budge in s1. Both instalments see the boys thrust into close living quarters and exploring the powerful but confusing nature of their relationship. In and built a little house that we could live in, Will takes Hannibal up on the offer of using his vacation house for a week, on one condition: Hannibal comes with him. There follow seven days in which two solitary men begin to realise they might not want to be solitary anymore, and tentatively negotiate how that might work. By contrast, there’s nothing tentative in follow-up a tower to broadcast all our dreams, in which Will and Hannibal have to pretend to live together as a couple in order to draw out a serial killer. The pretence soon gives way to something else, but when you’re the Chesapeake Ripper, deciding you want a boyfriend comes with extra complications… This series is a beautiful riff on some favourite tropes, the second instalment in particular playing on the “fake date” with brilliant results. It also lets us see a charmingly domestic version of Hannigram, investing time and care in building up the relationship without sacrificing the dark and twisted aspects of their story. And really, does it get any better than domestic fluff with a bit of murder on the side? Nah, didn’t think so…

As ever, if there are bad links, or I’ve misattributed anything, let me know and I’ll fix it lickety-split. Happy reading, lovely fannibals!

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